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songofclarity · 4 years

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when you said "[Huaisang] took taking down jgy so seriously and so professionally; he has no cheering moment or hail of victory" I was reminded of another post I saw about the moment at the beginning of NMJ's Empathy flashback where the disciples are celebrating the victory over the puppets but NMJ only looks grim. It's something the Nie bros have in common: both consider violence and killing to be necessary and justified— but it's a grim duty, to be undertaken with seriousness, not satisfaction

Yes, that comparison is exactly it, Anon! I do appreciate how CQL ensured Nie MingJue was all business during his fights. Even at the banquet when the Sunshot Campaign was over and done with, his group arrived late (‘Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come’) and he looked miserable. Not even an official victory party could put a smile on his face, much less encourage him to celebrate three years of hard work!

I would hesitate, however, before accusing the Nie brothers of finding violence and/or killing as necessary. Those are just tools in the tool box and they could be taken out as needed but they weren’t always needed, much less required. We see time and time again how the Nie brothers pick non-violent options when violence and murder would make their lives so much easier. And this choice between violence and non-violence is important. This is the choice that separates them both from Jin GuangYao. Because when it comes down to it, what was the point of having fought against the Wen Sect if they were all just to become violent and murderous themselves?

For convenience, I have outlined Nie MingJue’s 5 year plan here:

Fight a war against a violent sect

Win even if it might cost him his own life

Go home and live in peace

Nie MingJue stayed his hand from murder not once, not twice, but three times when confronted directly with a cold-blooded murderer. He picked suffering Meng Yao/Jin GuangYao to live over easily justifiable back-alley execution. He banged on the doors of Koi Tower demanding Xue Yang be turned over to him, but never used violence to take matters into his own hands, not even when he held Baxia at Xue Yang’s throat and could have ended the discussion right then and there.

The only people Nie MingJue ever killed were nameless cultivators on the battlefield; nameless cultivators when he was being held prisoner in the Sun Palace; and Wen Xu, a declared enemy met on the battlefield. There is no evidence or accusations that he ever killed anyone after the Sunshot Campaign, not at the Burial Mounds and not when he had his qi deviation.

Nie HuaiSang, for his part, could have just stabbed Jin GuangYao in the chest when he was crying on him and be done with it. Violence is easy. Murder is easy.

For the Nie brothers, violence was never necessary, but justice was. And there is no justice if you just become the beast you fought to defeat, so rules and morals must be taken into account.

Nie MingJue decided, on his own, to send Meng Yao back to his father to face justice after the murder of the Jin disciple. Nie HuaiSang worked to expose Jin GuangYao’s crimes and let the world decide on their own whether or not Jin GuangYao’s crimes deserved punishment.

Nie MingJue followed the rules. He played fair. He asked for permission. He talked in private. He made his demands. He was aggressive, but he never killed to get his way. How easy it would have been if he killed to get his way like Jin GuangYao did! But he didn’t. Nie MingJue was good. Nie MingJue died.

Nie HuaiSang picked up where Nie MingJue left off. The letter to Qin Su was just a letter to Qin Su revealing some of Jin GuangYao’s crimes. Jin GuangYao got away with murdering the Jin disciple all those years ago, and now he’s going to get away with direct involvement in the murder of his own child? Or baby-trapping and then marrying his own sister? No, no he is not. And he’s absolutely not getting away with Nie MingJue’s murder or dismemberment.

Nie HuaiSang still never picked violence. He never picked murder. He never told people what to do or how to do it, and he certainly never held a weapon in his hand. That’s the beauty of his revenge.

As the saying goes: the pen is mightier than the sword. He picked letting the information speak for itself and giving other people the option to use violence, but that was never their only option. Sadly, no revenge plan, no matter one taken as seriously as this one, is foolproof when other people are involved. Qin Su and the letter were discovered by Jin GuangYao, who then blackmailed her, imprisoned her, and then pushed her to suicide. This shows the depth of Jin GuangYao’s cruelty. Jin GuangYao reacting in violence is a Jin GuangYao problem.

As another saying goes: do not shoot the messenger. We already saw how the Jin Sect protected and absolved Xue Yang of his well-documented mass murder. Nie HuaiSang would have heard about how Jin GuangYao, Jiang Cheng, and Lan XiChen were all OK with the Jin protecting Xue Yang while Nie MingJue and popular rogue cultivator Xiao XingChen were very much not. In order to make Jin GuangYao face justice, the one choice Nie HuaiSang never had was to stand up and speak out and expose Jin GuangYao’s crimes. Xiao XingChen tried that with Xue Yang and it got him a fate worse than death. Nie MingJue tried to stand up to the Jin Sect and it got him betrayed and his death to look like an unfortunate event, not even a murder. So instead, Nie HuaiSang got the information out there as secretly as possible and let everyone else decide on what to do with it.

And thankfully everyone agreed with him that Jin GuangYao was trash. No violence was needed to help them see the light. Jin GuangYao made his bed and now he has to sleep in it.

Violence is only a Nie brother final resort when justice is about to be evaded. Nie MingJue is so horrified after the Sun Palace that he’s willing to kill Meng Yao and then himself over the murder of his subordinates. Meng Yao uses the “I saved your life” get-out-of-jail free card, which not only threatens to hold Nie MingJue hostage to a life debt but also means at least two cultivators where killed to save Nie MingJue’s one life. That’s terrible math! Where is the justice in this?? But in case he is in the wrong, Nie MingJue agrees to kill himself too, so justice WILL be served one way or another before Meng Yao runs away again.

Violence and murder are indeed grim tools for a serious duty and they need to be handled respectfully and with resolve! Note how Nie HuaiSang at no point lies and says, “I had no choice.” It was his choice to send the letters, it was his choice to put himself in danger at the Second Burial Mounds Siege and at Guanyin Temple, and it was his choice to save Sisi from her unlawful imprisonment and let her speak on her own behalf. This boy had choices, choices other than violence and murder, and he never victimized himself by claiming otherwise. He never pleaded innocence or passed the blame. He simply dodged the discussion entirely, but the ending shows he knows what he did and why.

Nie HuaiSang, "Wei-xiong, why do you keep on asking me? No matter how much you ask, I don't know anything." With a pause, he continued, "But..." Slowly, Nie HuaiSang brushed together his storm-drenched hair. "I think that if this person hates Jin GuangYao so much, they'd probably be entirely merciless towards something he cherishes more than his life." (Ch. 109, ERS)

Nie HuaiSang has so much conviction that his cavalier attitude after Jin GuangYao's death is so cold that if anyone touched him they would probably be burned. When Nie HuaiSang lies, he says, “I don’t know.” He knows the importance of information and he’s not about to expose himself for having any that might get him killed. Nie HuaiSang’s fight was different than Nie MingJue’s in tone and shape, but Nie HuaiSang kept the same agenda and, frankly, played by the same rules as his Nie MingJue.

Some rules Nie MingJue lives by:

Outside input is important

Don't kill people for the rewards

Have conviction in your choices

Jin GuangYao was in the process of fleeing justice at Guanyin Temple just like he fled justice at Langya. Jin GuangYao laid a trap for Nie MIngJue at Langya and there was no doubt going to be a trap at Guanyin Temple--so Nie HuaiSang sprung one on him first.

“Brother XiChen, behind you!!!” (Ch. 108, ERS)

And the choice to stab Jin GuangYao was Lan XiChen’s, not Nie HuaiSang’s, although Nie HuaiSang was determined to see justice prevail and that treacherous Third Brother brought down.

Of interest, Nie HuaiSang’s ten year agenda:

Expose Jin GuangYao’s violent crimes

Win even if it might cost him his own life

Go home and live in peace

Violence and murder were never on the agenda. They aren’t necessary. They were never necessary. The tragedy is thinking that they might be, and that’s Jin GuangYao’s tragedy, not the Nie brothers. Nie MingJue’s behavior shows a man who thought if he fought hard enough, pushed hard enough, allowed redemption arcs to a murderer, tried to work with people who didn’t want to work with him, peace might find a way.

Violence was only needed because Jin GuangYao could not be stopped in any other way. He burned the brothel down with all the women inside it to hide his past and he tried to massacre the whole cultivation world to hide his crimes. Considering the amount of death the Nie brothers have faced, from family dead from qi deviations to piles of bodies on the battlefield to allies killed to save their lives, I dare say the Nie brothers had a respectful relationship with violence and murder because they wanted to escape the cycle the most.

#anon #asked from above #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #jgy vs nmj #nhs vs jgy #nie brothers #mdzs thoughts #there is absolutely NO reason this response needs to be this long #please excuse me anon i'm just full of nie brother feelings all day every day lol

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zozophoenixxx · 3 years

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Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge ✨

SEASON 4

Tuffnut choked on a stun dart- I think I've seen it all regarding the twins HAHDHSHHA

Fishlegs really had Meatlug opening its mouth WIDE JUST TO SAY ABORT THE VERY LAST SECONDHAHSHGSGG

I love how Hiccup and Astrid can communicate without actually talking 🥺

I love how all dragons are a reflection of each of their owners like even tho Barf and Belch aren't the smartest they can be whenever they actually try

- Snotlout and Hookfang are both hotheaded and never really listen

- Fishlegs and Meatlug both are sweet, smart, resourceful and jealous sometimes hehe

- The twins and Barf and Belch are crazy and dumb but can be smart and strong whenever they need to be

- Astrid and Stormfly are both authoritative and badasses but also caring

- Hiccup and Toothless are both natural born leaders

Astrid built the ballista

Fun fact: Mala means bad in Spanish and it makes sense if you think about it cause Mala is BADASS HAHDHSHAHA😂 sorry I make bad jokes like that

Hiccup referring to Tuffnut as one of his best friends is adorable 🥺

"Flattery has no effect on me, mainly because I never hear any" dudeee ruff that's so saddd🥺😭

JAJDHHSJSJS TUFFNUT REALLY SAID "IT'S TIME FOR BALLISTA-NUT" AND JUMPED RIGHT OFF OF TOOTHLESS

And then him actually fighting Gruffnut is pretty badass I mean they threw actual punches and kicks and everything 😳

Why was Hiccup so cold towards Astrid? When she was just trying to help with his bounty problem

The way Toothless prevented Stoick from killing Savage 🥺🥺🥺

Now that I think abt it Hiccup got kidnapped so many times

Stoick punching Ryker and threatening him is one of the best things I've seen 🤩

Dude poor Snotlout was just insecure in ep4 And I love how Hiccup tried to help him and even then Snotlout still tried his best to show that he can be a leader

- i really loved how he learned that he couldn't just stop covering someone, I mean even when Astrid told him to "peel off and help Hiccup" he was like "no way I'm not leaving your wing" 🥺🥺🥺

Submaripper - tidal class, super powerful, prefer deeper open water and typically very reclusive. Extremely territorial and dangerous.

I LOVE HOW THE SUBMARIPPER SAVED HICCUP, and Toothless's face whenever he couldn't get Hiccup out and Barf and Belch breaking the pod to get him 🥺🥺🥺I can't

𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤

- multifaceted disorder

Uncontrollable euphoria - Astrid

Lack of coordination - Heather

Mood swings - Snotlout

Complete catatonia

Cold ankles

Rash

Paranoia - Fishlegs

I CAN'T LOOKING AT THEM LIKE THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY. NO ISTG EPISODE 7 IS GOLDDDD AND WHEN THE DRAGONS TOOK OVER 😂

Stoick is so fine 🤩

JAHDHAHSHA HICCUP REALLY OUT HERE FAT-SHAMING HIS DAD when poor Stoick is just trying to tell him that going after Viggo only for revenge is neither safe nor the right thing to do

- "What? What do you mean? You love revenge. Revenge is your thing. Weren't they gonna name you Stoick the Vindictive before... Well you know." *signals to Stoick*

Shadow wings - ep7 they follow, herd and shadow. Big one isn't as fast or maneuverable. Small ones are smart and quick. The big one looks like the submaripper.

AND THE WAY TOOTHLESS DEALT WITH THE LAST OF THEM. It was amazingggg he dived down towards a lil pond but he couldn't see cause of the dust and so HE USED THAT ONE SHOT THAT LETS HIM SEE TO KNOW WHEN TO GO BACK UP AND ALLOW THE BIG SHADOW WING TO CRASH AGAINST THE WATER.

The Flying Shatter-Scatter move with Shattermaster and Windshear was so cool and it's also basically the only thing that has pierced through dragon-proof ships

Bro I really wanted to see Astrid saving Toothless when she saw he was in danger in ep8

I DONT WANT HEATHER TO LEAVE UGHHHH 🥺

HEATHER AND FISHLEGS ARE SO GOALS I CANT 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH

Everyone's shocked faces whenever Hiccup and Fishlegs weren't thinking the same thing HAHDHSHABA

Toothless's facial expressions whenever he saw Astrid was in danger and the way he grabbed Snotlout and went down the volcano just to try and save her- I love their relationship 🥺

And how Hiccup was so worried when he saw Astrid in the lava and the way he grabbed her 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Dude I shipped Throk and Mala so harddd

And the red night terrors ufff we love them

Tuffnut just killed Macey

Ruffnut is so badass bro I love her she really had a sword to her neck and was like "take your best shot pal"

Project Shellfire: a weaponized dragon, Shellfire - tidal class, Titanwing, bigger than a submaripper, long range firing capabilities.

Hiccup just saved Astrid from falling to the water and the way he looked at her right after he put her down- he seemed so concerned I can't 🥺😭

BLINDSIDED ALSO LOVE THIS EPISODE 🤩🥺

First name Astrid calls out is Hiccup's 🥺

Her eyes omg

The way she started hyperventilating and the way he held her hand with both of his and the way he kneeled down next to her and made sure she knew that he was still there and the way Toothless's facial expression went 🥺😔 and the way he put his wing on her legs to try and cover her or protect her 🥺🥺🥺I can't

I mean Imagine how Astrid must've felt I just can't I'd be so stressed out and desperate and the next day she was just like I'm going to look for my dragon idc

No dude because the way Hiccup grabbed her by the waist to prevent her from falling off of Toothless and how both of their expressions softened whenever he told her not to apologize and whenever she hugged him 🥺

I love how the twins are trying to learn how Astrid feels but Ruffnut takes advantage of "blind" Tuffnut and has him run off of a cliff

AND HOW HE CAUGHT HER AND GOT SO NERVOUS WHEN THEY BOTH FELL DOWN 🥺 wait now that I'm watching it again he actually prevented her from getting hit in the head omg

"Of course she's not gonna hide. What was I thinking? She's Astrid."

MISTAKE whenever Astrid took the dragons out of their pens they weren't wearing their saddles and now that they've found them they have them on.

Them spending time with each other's dragons is so funny

Nonono I can't this is the beginning of it all! The beginning of Hiccstrid dating is HERE!!!! and that scene whenever he tells her that she's strong and they'll get through it and he holds her arm and then slowly moves down to her hand 🥺 I love them too much I can't- I want what they have. HE WAS GOING IN FOR THE KISS TOO I CANTTTTT OK THIS IS TOO MUCH

"There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Always."

TOOTHLESS'S FACE 😳

I love how Meatlug got so serious after she heard Toothless's distress call

ASTRID IS SO BADASS I CAN'T SHE'S JUST SUCH A NATURAL AND AUTHORTITAVE I LOVE HER

THE HAND THING WITH ASTRID AND THE TRIPLE STRYKE 😩

Fishlegs riding Hookfang is HILARIOUS

That final scene is gold bro I just can they're too perfect I mean we get Toothless and Stormfly messing around in the background and then we get Hiccup scooting towards Astrid so that their shoulders were touching and also Hiccup asking Astrid if she's really ok and then him telling her that he never stops worrying about her and her saying that she feels the same way AND HER ASKING HIM ABOUT THE ALMOST-TO-BE-FIRST-KISS IN THE FOREST and him getting all nervous and being like "no it wasn't perfect" and telling her that he thinks abt kissing her a lot AND HER BEING LIKE "this seems pretty perfect to me" AND THEN BAMM THE KISS UGHHH IM NOT CRYING OK... yes I am😭

Hiccstrid kiss count: 2😘

I love how Astrid comforts Hiccup and puts her hand on his chest

Wait shit I completely forgot That Snotlout is actually the one that came up with ~Hiccstrid~ hehehehe -> also the first one to notice that they were acting kinda sus (nvm he thought one of them had a gambling problem)

Ruffnut's impression of Viggo is actually pretty accurate

Heather knowing about Hiccup and Astrid and just getting the gang away so that they can have a few seconds alone

OMG THE SUBMARIPPER I LOVE IT!! It is the natural and hated enemy of the Shellfire

The Triple Stryke let Dagur ride him

HICCUP CALLED DAGUR BROTHER I CANT

No and when they kissed IN FRONT OF THE GANG AND THEY WERE ALL LIKE 😳😦 AND "This. Changes. Everything." Iconic

I can't imagine watching this season by season and having to deal with that cliffhanger LIKE WHUT- the whole volcano just exploded and ur telling me that's IT!! Nope nope nope

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ohallthecrushes · 3 years

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Sick Arthur Fleck // Headcannons

Anon asked: I saw you already have a hc of Arthur taking care of you when you’re sick but how would Arthur like to be taken care of when HE is sick? I imagine he would think every action is angelic instead of decent, like putting a blankie on him if he’s cold 🥶 🤒

A/N: Sick Artie is like a hurt puppy, you can't just not take care of him. Thx for the ask Anon and I hope you like it! ^^

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Arthur is stubborn, when it comes to pretend that he is just fine when he clearly isn't.

He will hide from you the fact that he is sick, cause he doesn't want to bother you with something so trivial as a common cold.

Before he met you, he'd rarely in his life have a privilege to stay at home, in a warm bed couch, when he was sick.

There was always something that had to be done, that was more important than his own health, like earning money to pay bills or taking care of his ill mother. He just couldn't afford to be sick.

Now that he has you, everything has changed. You support and help each other and he thinks it's amazing and wonderful how much simpler his life become.

But he has been a caretaker his whole life and he still needs more time to learn how to balance the take-and-give and how normal relationship works.

He still isn't used to the idea of someone else taking care of him instead.

So mind that he will try to go to work as long as he can, almost brushing off his own malaise, until that one day when he can't even get out of bed, because of the fever.

Most men act as if they're dying already when they have a common cold and I think Arthur is no exception. He will definitely have moments like this:

- What will you do if I die? - he whispered with a weak voice.

- What? Don't even ask me that. You're not dying.

- We can't be su-

- Stop! It's just a cold.

- But if feels... - he paused looking down - nevermind.

You sighed.

- Do you want me to hug you? - you asked as you sat down on a bed next to him.

- Mhm - he nodded, his eyebrows slightly moved up as he looked at you - it will warm me up and help me fight it.

You can be upset at him for saying things like that, but when you see his needy gesture for you to hug him, because he's cold, his pleading eyes searching yours and his sweaty locks glued to his forehead, you will melt immediately and forget why you were upset in the first place.

And his own stubbornness will melt as well, he'll be at your mercy completely, thanking you for every single thing you're gonna do for him, even something so simple like making him a hot soup or give him medications with a glass of water.

And if you tell him that there's no need to thank you so often, he will stare at you almost too intensively and thank you silently in his head.

When he's sick his hugs are tighter and longer than his usual ones and you will hear ensuring words of how good you're taking care of him. It's his way to thank you without saying it.

He may also come up with something like this:

- Y/N?

- Yeah?

- Can you write something down in my journal, please? I don't have a strength to do it myself...

- Sure. What should I write? - you took his journal and a pen ready to note.

- Hmmm... - he looked like he was thinking deeply - Today Y/N's smile brightened my day, she was such a sweetheart to me as always, she's taking care of me so good and-

- A-artie... - you were touched already, feeling tears gathering in your eyes.

- I can't thank her enough for that. I've never known how it felt to have someone like her in my life, how it felt to be loved and now I know. I love her more and more everyday...

Taking care of him is easy, really, cause he doesn't ask for much and agree to anything you suggest.

Time for a dinner? Ok, he'll try to eat whatever you make for him. Watching tv together? Ok, you can choose what you like to watch. A bitter syrop for his coughing? Ok, he'll swallow cause you ask so nicely. You want to read for him? Good! You want to help him bath? Oh, even better. Putting a blanket on him? God, he loves you so much!

From time to time he may ask you if he's not too much or slightly suggest that he's probably a burden to you - but shake your head and kiss his forehead and his dark thoughts leave him as soon as they appear.

During a stronger fever he mumbles nonsense under his nose, but listen a bit longer and you will hear him calling you an angel sent from heaven.

#arthur fleck #joker #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck headcanons #joker headcanons

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ravensbug · 4 years

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Glasses

Fandom: Legend of Korra

Ship: Kuvira x reader

Request: No

Prompt: No

A/N: I love this idea so much and we need more art of Kuvira with glasses. So soft, I love it.

Summary: You’ve been married for almost ten years. Kuvira’s become the matriarch of Zaofu since then, not that she believed she deserved it. You two are happy. Kuvira keeps up with her dancing and training as always, but she seems to be off. You worry that there’s something wrong and eventually convince her to go to the doctor. When the doctor says that she just needs glasses you’re both relieved. It takes a few weeks for her to wear them more often, but you love them so much. You make sure to tell her how beautiful she looks with them.

You sit outside reading a book while Kuvira trains. You keep telling her that she doesn’t need to do that anymore. She has the guards of Zaofu to protect everyone. But she refuses to go out of practice. The thought that she was still being overprotective was always in your mind, not that you hated that side of her anyway. It was nice to be reminded how much she loved you.

You were always sure to remind her of how much you loved her. No matter how many times she would shrug it off. It’s taken years for her to get over what she did with the Earth Empire and you were there for her every step. No matter how hard it got or how hopeless it seemed.

You looked up from your book to watch your wife practicing her accuracy. She strives for perfection in all things and you had to be there to tell her that she didn’t have to be perfect. This one skill she was always perfect at. And now that she was older she’s seen it get worse. She hides it from you the best she can. She doesn’t like when you worry.

This time you notice. You see how the strips of metal aren’t on the center ring anymore. How they aren’t barely touching each other. This makes you wonder if she’s alright. She’s been better at telling you when she isn’t. Especially with the added weight of being named the matriarch after Su’s passing.

You walk up behind her, letting her know you’re there before you wrap your arms around her waist. You watch as she places the metal strips down on the ground. She leans into your touch and you can’t help the smile that covers your face.

“I love you,” you tell her.

“I know that,” she smiles. “I love you too.”

“You’re doing ok right?” You stop hugging her so she can turn and face you. You gently cup her cheeks and you can see in her eyes that there’s something she isn’t telling you.

“I’m fine. I would tell you if I wasn’t, remember?” She places one of her hands on top of your own.

“I know. I just worry sometimes,” you sigh.

“You worry all the time. We’ve been married almost ten years now. That’s all you ever seem to do,” she lets out a small laugh.

“I’m your wife! It’s my job to worry about you!” you playfully hit her arm.

“I know. I know,” she smiles.

“I promise I’m fine,” she reassures you. You feel only a little better after she says that. You’ve learned when you could try and push her to talk, but this wasn’t one of those times. You hope it isn’t anything serious.

The next few days Kuvira is outside training. She’s doing the same thing over and over and it really begins to worry you. She has a schedule for everything and you know today she would be dancing. But here she is outside training, again.

This time you weren’t going to back down. You knew there was something wrong and you were going to figure out what it was. You did wait for her to finish today, allowing you to obverse her frustration. She knew something was wrong and upset you that she didn’t tell you.

When she finishes and grabs a towel to wipe off the sweat she sees you standing in the window. You can tell she sighs even though you can’t hear it. Your foot taps impatiently as she walks inside to greet you.

“Did you want to ask me something?” She tries to be oblivious.

“There’s something wrong and you’re not telling me.” You cross your arms and you foot continues to tap.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine I promise,” she shrugged

“It’s not nothing, Kuvira.” You used her full name. She knew it was serious when you used her full name.

“You follow your schedule to the tee, but you haven’t been doing that this week. You’ve been training out there for the past three days. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that you’re off.” You kept yourself from raising your voice, but your faster rate of speech showed Kuvira the same thing.

“I don’t like it when you hide things from me. It makes me think of when you were...y’know.” It’s been more than ten years since the Earth Empire fell, since she was The Great Uniter. You still couldn’t stomach saying those words. You hated who you were back then and you didn’t like who she was either.

“Don’t...never think that. I will never, never, be that person again.” She cupped your cheeks so you would look at her. She made sure you knew that she was different. That you were different.

“I know. I just want you to trust me with whatever’s wrong.” You leaned into her touch so she could know that you weren’t afraid. A habit you two picked up together after all these years.

“I don’t know,” Kuvira sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

That made you worry. She always knew what was wrong. When she got sick or injured she knew exactly how to handle it and how long it would take before she was back to normal.

“Then we can go to a doctor. I want to make sure you’re going to be ok.”

“I-That’s ok,” Kuvira hesitated. You knew she didn’t like doctors, which is why she knows what’s wrong with her all the time. She was scared because she didn’t know and if she didn’t know then it must be bad.

“Well go tomorrow ok?” You gave her a quick kiss to calm her nerves. She only nodded in response.

She spent the rest of that day with you, mostly to keep herself calm. You didn’t mind it one bit. She wasn’t the only one nervous, but you pushed your own feelings aside to make sure she felt calm.

The next day you can’t help the feeling of dread in your heart. You can’t even begin to imagine how Kuvira feels. She didn’t sleep for most of the night, even though she tried. All kinds of thoughts were running through her mind and it was overwhelming to her. Her head had never been this loud before.

You're reassuring her the entire way to the doctor’s whether by holding her hand or rubbing her arm. Letting her know that you’re there and you aren’t going has helped with her anxiety and depressive episodes throughout the years. Now shouldn’t be any different.

The nurse at the counter is surprised to see Kuvira of all people there, at a doctor’s office. You told the nurse it was a last minute decision to come and she understood. She told you there was an opening, thank the spirits, so you two sat down and waited.

Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed how worried Kuvira was. She wore her usual stoic expression on her face. You could see beyond that expression and you saw the fear. It was there, no matter how much she tried to hide it and how much you tried to assure her it would be ok. Until the doctor told her what was wrong she wouldn’t be ok. Maybe she would never be ok.

The nurse called you two in and took you to one of the rooms. You could understand why Kuvira hated doctors so much, or at least the doctors in Zaofu. This room wasn’t very friendly, if that was the right way to put it. It felt like a hospital, not a doctor’s office. Your experiences were always friendly. The doctor’s usually had one room and it felt relaxing.

A few minutes went by before the doctor came in. She seemed to be a nice woman, smiled as she walked in, but you knew exactly who she reminded you of. Dr. Sheng. Kuvira never spoke much about the woman before the events at Republic City. But when Guan tried to re-establish the Earth Empire you learned who she was quickly.

“I’m just going to run through all the normal tests first. If I need anything after that I’ll be sure to let you know.” She had a few papers on a clipboard and a pen in her hand.

“The vision exam is first, followed by the hearing test. You can follow me.” She walks out of the door and you both follow her. You stay behind Kuvira, so as not to be in the way.

“I just want you to stand at this line here and read the letters in between the colored lines.” She pointed at the line on the floor and then at the chart with varying sizes of letters. Kuvira read the letters aloud without much trouble, but she did make a mistake. She didn’t seem to notice that.

“I want you to do it two more times, each time covering one eye.” the doctor asked. Kuvira did as requested, missing the same letter, this time on both lines. You wanted to say something, that you had an idea of what was wrong, but you kept your mouth shut. You let the doctor do her job.

The hearing test went perfectly, since you peaked at the doctor’s notes to see that. You were thankful that it only seemed to be one thing, spirits know what would happen if it was more.

When you all went back into the room you still saw how nervous Kuvira was. You were more relaxed because you could see that the doctor wasn’t worried either. Your hand went to Kuvira’s to help calm her down.

“You're becoming near-sighted,” she stated.

“It’s no big deal, often happens as you get older. Getting glasses should be able to stop it from getting any worse as long as you wear them when you need to.” you saw relief flush over Kuvira’s face. Out of all the things she was thinking about, the simple answer had to be it. She was so thankful.

“You won’t need to see an eye doctor or anything. A simple pair of glasses should do. We have lenses here already for basic vision problems and you can pick out whatever frame you like,” she explained. She handed Kuvira a paper with different frame designs on them.

“I’ll let you decide. You can tell the nurse which ones when you’re ready. She’ll be able to grab them for you.” The doctor picked up her notebook at left. When she closed the door you heard Kuvira let out a breath you didn’t know she was holding in.

“You don’t look much happier than before, Vira. Eyesight gets worse with age, that’s inevitable. Don’t be hard on yourself.” You leaned on her shoulder.

“And what if I make mistakes because I can’t see something clearly?” she asked. This was the point where all her self doubt would come bursting through the door. It was your job now to stop that from happening.

“That’s what the glasses are for. You can’t be perfect at everything no matter how hard you try. I don’t expect you to be. You’re human, you make mistakes and things like this happen. I won’t stop loving you any less because of it.” you nailed all the things Kuvira would try and argue about. She didn’t like that because it left her speechless.

“Now stop being so stubborn and pick a pair.” You kissed her. You had a guess as to which pair she would pick. Sleek and simple, much like the rest of her life. You didn’t need to ask her when her mind was made up because she squeezed your hand to let you know.

You two went to the front desk and Kuvira told the nurse which pair she wanted. The nurse took the paper away and went out of view. You could hear her looking through things to find the fame and lenses. When you heard the popping of the lenses being put in the frames you were excited. You wanted to know what Kuvira looked like in glasses.

The nurse came back and handed her the glasses in a case. She told her the basics, just to be sure, and reminded her to wear them as often as possible. Kuvira took the glasses case and nodded.

When you two got back home you couldn’t wait to have her put them on. She didn’t really want to.

“Vira, she told you that you need to wear them as much as possible. That means starting now,” you argued.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to be wearing them everywhere all the sudden,” she sighed. She took the pair of glasses out of the case and stared at them for a second. Spirits she was nervous. She didn’t know what you would think about them, even if you told her she needed to wear them.

When she put them on you couldn’t help but smile. They framed her face perfectly and accented her features. Her beauty mark on her right cheek was still visible, which just helped the glasses look better.

“Beautiful as always.” You cupped her face gently. You couldn’t stop the laugh that came out when her face went red. She was lost for words. So she kissed you instead.

“I love you,” she said when you two stopped kissing.

“And I love you. Don’t forget it.” You pushed up her glasses because they were sliding down her face. That’s what will happen a lot with you being shorter than her. She rolled her eyes when you pushed the glasses up, trying to hide the smile creeping up her face.

“They really do look good,” you smile.

“I suppose...if you think so,” she mumbled.

“You know I’ll be nagging you to keep them on right?” you asked with a smirk.

“I would be surprised if you didn’t. You like them more than I do,” she answered.

“I adore them,” you corrected her. She could care less about how insecure she felt with them. They made you happy and that was worth it. She could learn to wear them for you.

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babie-jeno · 4 years

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no longer.

genre: fluff-ish, angst, non-idol, female reader, cupid au

warnings: prolly some inaccuracies in the origins of cupids, major character death, su/cide

word count: 2200

synopsis: Every baby born under the Venus bloodline were assigned a cupid and a soulmate. Cupids would care for the Venus babies and guide them to their soulmate. Once they fell in love with their soulmate, the cupid would have to bid their goodbyes and move on to the next Venus baby in line. Cupids are incapable of love. Despite being the epitome of love, they themselves are unlovable. Jeno has been a cupid caring for countless Venus bloodline babies since the beginning of their time. Jeno enjoyed all of his Venus bloodline babies he has cared for but he was always envious of his Venus babies. They would always grow up to live a happily, lovingly, and long life with their soulmate, something he longed for but was supposedly incapable of. Then he took care of you...

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Since the beginning of their creation, Jeno has been a cupid caring for countless Venus bloodline babies. He enjoyed his time with all of those he was assigned, but he always nursed an envy of them. They would grow up to live a long happily loving life with their soulmate, something he longed for but was supposedly incapable of. Then he took care of you...

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Jeno stood on a cliff stretching his beautiful long white wings and adjusted his crooked and dull gold halo. He was about to fly home after bidding goodbye to his Venus offspring named Chen, who had just hosted his wedding and was getting ready to go on his honeymoon with his pregnant soulmate. Jeno had spent 28 years preparing, planning, and perfecting Chen’s love story.

When he arrived home, he had expected the gods to give him a break, as he has been working back to back on Venus bloodline babies for quite some time. 127 years to be precise.

As usual, the gods summoned his presence and demanded his technical works to be put to use for the next Venus offspring. They informed him the offspring was a female. Jeno tilted his head, confused. He had worked with only a handful of female Venus offsprings. He was only assigned them once every blue moon because he specialized in males. The gods dramatically laughed at his confusion, “Trust us, you would not be our first choice either, but Wendy failed her mission with a female baby. Nature is replenishing herself, and Wendy is now sentenced to 145 years in the garden. No cupids are available, so you can take it, or you can leave it and serve the 145 years for Miss Wendy. You wouldn’t want that, though, am I right?” Jeno scoffed and glared at the gods.

“I’ll take it.”

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Your loud cries and your mother’s pants filled the labor room. “It’s a girl!” the doctor shouts. Jeno looked down on the room and smiled. You were absolutely precious.

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Every night, Jeno would watch your crib to protect you from any lurking danger. He would tuck you into bed after your mother left. Before that, though, your mother would tell you every night before you went to sleep, “Angels are watching over you.” Little did she know, she was correct.

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You were only 8 years old when you encountered your first bully. Jeno watched from afar, and his heart clenched at the sight of your glassy eyes threatening to spill. He had decided to take form of a younger boy to protect you. It was a risk for cupids to actually participate in their Venus baby’s life, but he simply couldn’t bear another moment in the presence of your sadness. He took into form, fought off the bullies, and comforted you. You felt so small in his arms; you felt right.

Jeno had only expected to protect you in the human boy form this one time, but you didn’t socialize much after getting bullied. So, he took it upon himself to be your companion because it would be easier to protect you, right? Changing his appearance to seem human took a lot of his cupid energy, but he endured it for you. You were so lovely and kind. He couldn’t understand why the humans didn’t fancy you, but the humankind was always confusing him, so he wasn’t surprised.

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You had invited him over for a movie marathon night at your house, a tradition that you guys have religiously done since you were 8. You had put on your pjs and were patiently waiting for Jeno to show up. You heard 5 hard rhythmic knocks, a code the two of you had created when you were 10. You ran to open the door to greet him and spent the night eating snacks and watching scary movies in his arms. Jeno watched as you fell asleep. He caressed your face and your nose scrunched at the sudden touch; he couldn’t help but giggle. You were so cute. He picked you up bridal style and tuck you into bed, just like he has every night since you were born.

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When you were 16 you experienced your first real crush named Chan. Jeno was petrified. He knew Chan was not your soulmate, as his halo didn’t glow brightly to indicate a Venus soulmate. He knew the moment you introduced Chan to him that there was potential for your heart to be broken. For years, Jeno had managed to subside small childish crushes, but you were gonna be an adult soon and your feelings were slipping through his fingers. His also knew his job was to protect you and guide you to your soulmate, so he demanded you to quit seeing this stupid waste of a crush.

“Y/n, are you out of your mind? He is no good for you! What do you gain from this stupid boy?!” he yelled at you.

You were greatly astounded by his harsh tone. He had never once used such tone towards you in your many years of wonderful friendship. Was this the same boy who protected you from bullies, babied you, cuddled and tucked you in all night every halloween? Your eyes became glassy, just like the first time you met him. Looking into your eyes, he realized how he had hurt you. How could he? He questioned himself. In that moment, he understood he wasn’t doing his job. Yes, he was trying to protect you, but you ignited this fire in him. You made him feel pain, in the sense of love? He had feelings for you. Impossible, he thought. Cupids were practically feelingless beings who provided the feelings. Then, he said the 3 words cupids were forbidden to say.

“I love you.”

The air was thick, and your glassy eyes softened. You took a big step towards him and pecked his lips. Jeno was alarmed but was distracted by your soft lips against his. You cannot love him; it was no good for you or for him. Your life would end short if you rejected your soulmate and loved another, especially a cupid. For Jeno, he would spend 100+ years in the garden, and the gods would torture him and strip his memories of the mission he failed. Which means he would forget you. He couldn’t risk that. He wants to remember you. Jeno pushed you off and stormed away.

You laid in bed that night sobbing. Jeno watched from above, waiting for you to sleep and tucking you in.

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Countless failed attempts of contacting Jeno lead to many missed calls and pathetic voicemails. You eventually gave up, and you never saw Jeno again. You went to your dream university that Jeno granted with the snap of his fingers. You lived comfortably, and every morning you went to the same coffee shop around the corner. You were standing in line when someone bumped into you, spilling their iced americano all over your white t-shirt. He panicked, “Omg, I’m sorry! Here’s my sweater”.

You only laughed. He was tall and extremely handsome. “It’s okay, my name is y/n,” you said and took his sweater.

“I’m Johnny,” he smiled. Jeno stood above, halo shining brightly. You had met your soulmate.

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Years into dating Johnny and you were beyond happy, but something in you still thought about Jeno. Jeno knew you still thought about him, but he still needed to accomplish his mission. You needed to marry and accept your soulmate. Johnny stood in the jewelry store looking for a new watch when he glanced at the wedding rings. Jeno took the chance to whisper little persuasive words in Johnny’s ear, “Do it.” Johnny blinked and bought a beautiful diamond ring. On his way to his car, he texted you. “Babe dust off that red dress. We’re going dancing”. You replied with “so sudden but ok babe lol”.

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You were in your red dress, slow dancing with Johnny. You were simply just enjoying the other’s presence, when Johnny got on one knee and proposed to you. Of course you said yes, Jeno made sure of it. He watched as his plan worked from above. Not his best delivery, but it succeeded. His time with you was running out.

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The day had finally come, and you were finally getting married. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, and you started to get the jitters. Do you want to marry Johnny? Are you ready? Why was Jeno on your mind; it’s been years? You panicked and started to pack your stuff. You grabbed a pen to write a letter to apologize to Johnny.

You weren’t the only frantic one. Jeno panicked and showed his true form. He grabbed your wrist before you could begin to write. You looked up and were taken back by his halo, his lack of clothes, and his huge wings. “J-jeno?” He cupped your chubby cheeks and looked dead into your glassy eyes. Oh was he was gonna miss those dazzling eyes. You were as gorgeous and beautiful as ever, he thought.

His eyes glowed a bright pink, and he began to compel you,

“I love you, but you need to marry Johnny. You won’t remember me. You fought your bullies alone, and every year you spend Halloween alone, your first crush Chan rejected you, and Jeno never existed, and you love Johnny so, so, so much. You’ll forget you tried to ran. You’re gonna walk down that aisle, get married, go on your honeymoon, have kids, and grow old with Johnny. I’m gonna kiss you and you’ll forget everything associated with me.” You were overwhelmed, and you were about to speak when Jeno kissed you and disappeared.

Your memories were wiped. You looked around. Why were your things packed? You could’ve sworn you had already unpacked. Why was there a pen in your hands? What were you gonna write down? One of your bridesmaids walked into the room, “You’ll be walking down in 10.” She looked at your lips and pointed at her own, “You have a little smear here.” You awkwardly laughed, looked in the mirror, and cleaned up. You could’ve sworn the smear wasn’t there a moment ago. Jeno watched and smiled at your confusion. Johnny is one lucky man.

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Again, he stood on the same cliff stretching his long white wings with a crooked and dull halo. Was this all to his life? Mission after mission with no love to share? He flew home and again the gods called for him. They were probably wondering why was he home early. His mission wasn’t finished until you said those 2 bonding words, but he couldn’t bear it anymore. Instead of going to the gods, he went to the garden, where they held prisoners and golden arrows. Cupids are immortals beings, but magic always has a loophole. Every cupid has their own golden arrow capable of taking their life. It’s what the gods used to threaten cupids into working in love labor. He grabbed his arrow when the guard was not looking and flew back to the cliff. Jeno opened a portal to watch you walk down the aisle and say your vows. God did he wish it was him you were marrying. The priest began to say his line,

"Do you, Y/n take Johnny Suh as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

“I do.”

You said those two words that bonded you to life with your Venus soulmate. Which meant Jeno had officially finished his mission.

“She no longer needs me,” Jeno spoke before he pierced his heart with his golden arrow.

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2 years after your wedding, you and Johnny began to try to start a family. You were happy to find out you were pregnant and that your due date was Halloween. You don’t really know when it began or why, but Halloween has always been your favorite holiday. You had expected for a baby girl, so you chose the name Yeeun.

Like clockwork, you began to go into labor Halloween morning. Johnny rushed you to the hospital. You were emitted to a labor room and gave birth. “It’s a boy!” the doctor shouted. You and Johnny were confused, since you had been expecting a girl.

“What would you like to name this baby boy?” the nurse asked. You were in deep thought.

“Oh we haven’t thought abou-.”

You interrupted Johnny with, “Jeno, J-Jeno, yeah Jeno his name is Jeno.” You don’t know what compelled you to say such an uncommon name, but it felt familiar, comfortable even.

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this was based off a dream I had so like dhjdfnnsdk

#nct #nct au #nct dream #nct dream au #nct jeno #nct dream jeno #jeno fluff #jeno angst #jeno fanfic #lee jeno #jeno lee #jeno x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic

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tellywoodtrash · 4 years

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immj2 28+29.12.20 lbs

ok we just gonna skimmmmmmmmmmmmm through these eps real quick, coz i wanna get back to reading my Bridgerton books.

28.12.20

i ship this so much, it fuckin hurtsssssss. GIVE ME THE KILLING EVE-ESQUE SAPPHIC ROMANCE I WANT, TELLYWOOD, STOP BEING SUCH FUCKING COWARDSSSSSSSSSSSSS

aaaaaaand she’s disappeared.

................... coz angre got his hands on her. angre i swear to god if you don’t unhand her and go back to just simping for your wife...........

lmao she bit him and ran away.

................ straightttttttttt into vansh’s arms.

oh shit. i ship this too????? fuck, this show is just too chock-full with ridiculously good looking people and i need them all to kiss each other’s necks.

ok, maybe not. BAAT BAAT PE YEH MANHOOS CHAAKU KYUN NIKAAL LETA HAI?!!?!? HAVE YOU NOT HEARD THAT THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE POCKET-CHAKKU?!!?!?

anyway, ahaana’s got a brain and just started screaming her head offfff for riddhima. which is what a normal person (read, anyone NOT RIDDHIMA) would do.

hein who this curly haired girl????

anyway, ahaana like i gots a secrettttt to tellll you. ABOUT VANSHHHHHHHH.

kabir a messyass bitch like me and is like ooooooooooooh ab aayega mazzaaaa.

iss sab ke beech ishani like heyyyy, this is my dress!!!!!! SIS, NO ONE CARES, WE ABOUT TO GET SOME HELLA GOOD GOSSIP. JESUS. PRIORITIES!!!

ahaana like someone wants to killllllllllllllllllll meeeeeeeeeeeeeee, and riddhima is like huh what who why they wanna kill you???? and sis, i think you know from living in this murder-house that ppl don’t particularly need a reason as such to wanna kill you. they just like homicide as a hobby.

vansh like I SHALLLLLLLLLLL PROTECT YOUUUUUUUUUU, YOU SHALL LIVE HERE. sir, i’m pretty sure it’s YOU that she’s talking about that wants to kill her.

riddhima like uhhhhhhhhh??? the fuck is going on? why you promising security to this chick who wanted to phodofy your bhaanda????

SOMEONE TELL ME WHO THAT CURLY HAIR GIRL IS, HAVE I FORGOTTEN A WHOLEASS CHARACTER OF THIS SHOW COZ I DIDN’T WATCH FOR 2 DAYS???????

anyway riddhima like WHOOOOOOOO IS SHEEEEE, YOU KNOW EACH OTHER FROM BEFORE????????? like damn, your psycho murderous ex is living in this house thanks to you, and vansh can’t even know a woman that’s not you????/

ahaana going on and on about this stupid SECRET and omg just spit it out or gtfo. i have 8 books of regency era sexy shenanigans to read, and i’m wasting time here on this nonsense.

ok. she saved his life. and did “seva” it seems. lmao the mental image i have.

“vansh, apna vaada yaad hai na? ki tum mera karz chukaaoge; keemat ya shakl jo bhi ho.” oh???????? big promise from vansh, if true.

vansh beginning to regret making such lofty vows.

(also mmmmmmm, what else dat pouty mouth do, baby???)

dadi has taken over and is like you saved my vansh‘s lifeeeeeeee, i shall make sure vansh keeps his promise, blah blah. lord WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALLLLLLL THISSSSSS?!?!?

riddhima like, why did you call me if you wanted to get in touch with him? why not just call him directly????

shaaaaaady reactions from vansh/ahaana at that. lightttttt goes out.

comes back on, and angre like fuck all this, let’s celebrate the new yearrrrrrrr. not sus at all. y’all are alllllllllllllll so fucking shady man. god, ahaana, just bust my girl ridz outta here and go to alaska and eat spaghetti together. iykyk.

and they all just started ballroom dancing as if they’re in beauty and the beast. attention span of a fucking gnat these ppl have. ek baat pe dhyaan nahi tiktiiii.

i’m here for this also. i just want all the sexy ppl to be with each other. idc who is with whom. just put any two of them together and i’m happy.

these two throwing some chabayaa hua dhamkis at each other. I DON’T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE UNLESS YOU SPILLING SPECIFIC DEEEEEEEEEEETS.

iske dimaag ke ghode kentucky derby mein daudne lage hain.

and hubs fullllllllllllly knows. he wanted exactly that.

she tries to ask questions and as usual, he shuts her down with ainvayi ki philosophy. MAN WHAT WILL IT FUCKING TAKE FOR YOU TO ANSWER A QUESTION STRAIGHT?????

big talk about pyaaaar and vishwaaaas and bro, i fully know what you’re doing here, you fucking bastard. bloody gaslighting her into ignoring her own instincts in the name of trusting you. like yes, she’s like extraaaa with the jasoosi, but she’s asking RELEVANT, PERTINENT QUESTIONS.

meanwhile this rakshason ki toli has got their hands on the “yes okay i’m a spy!!!!!!!!!!!!!” recording that siya had. great. wonderful. best.

they decide to wait for right moment to use it and show vansh. oh you fucking dumbasses................... he already knows. this is the problem; no one bothers to fucking communicate in this family.

kabir trying to get the goss outta ahaana, but vansh ne mundi se ishaara kiya and angre just threw a drink on K, so he had to leave to go change.

i like her.

lol she called him a loser. never has a character been more right about all the men of this stupid show.

ahaana staring at vansh in a real strange way. oh bro, kya kaand kiya tha iske saath????? sach sach bolllllllllll.

these two seem have slid into each other’s inboxes already???? oh yeaaaaaaaaah.

ishani has come back with one V for Vendetta mask and is smirking some more about how riddhima is going down. *sigh* same old, same old.

more ainvayi ka dancing. man, what a waste of a filler episode.

at the dinner table, riddhima finds a chit saying your life is in danger, come meet me out in the backyard. ishani and aryan and chachi making real weird faces. did they send the note or did ahaana???? either way, this not gonna end well for riddhima. as per always.

it’s got to the point where EVEN riddhima is calling out the plotholes in the damn show out loud; saying ahaana said HER life was in danger, now how the fuck is this all about MY life being in danger???

anyway the dumbass goes to investigate.

she got shoved into a car by V for Vendetta (that’s what they should call the show.) which is now filling up with smoke. wonderful.

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29.12.20

she’s so fucking stupid. there’s no way the car doors can be locked from the outside in such a way that they cannot be opened from the inside. peeche ke doors pe child-lock hain bhi, toh she can just climb to the front and open the front doors and jump out. honestly riddhima.

ishani trying to distract vansh from going to look for riddhima with chocolate cake.

vansh is me. cake pakda diya toh duniya ki koi parwaah nahi. it just meeeeeeeeeee and my cake, made for each other, truuueeeeeee loveee.

ALSO LMAO WHY DOES THIS DUDE EAT CAKE LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

riddhima still choking and struggling like a dumbass.

cake done, vansh off to look for his wife. gotta say, he’s got his priorities straight.

ishani making shady faces with Guy Fawkes mask. godddddd. who cares who cares who caresssss?

after 19023019283092130912390 moments of suspense, he finally found her and broke her outta the car.

some loving scolding for wandering off without telling him. dude’s she’s a grownass woman, not a toddler/pet.

anyway she told him someone shoved her in the car and he’s clenching his jaw most magnificently mmmmmmm that jawwww.

ab yeh kaunsi nayi musibat hai???

he’s promising to find and punish whoever and she’s thinking omg it kabir?!?!?!!!!!!!! as if noooooone else in the house wants to murder her.

she’s like you saved me again!!!!!!!! and he’s literally like stop playing khatron ke khiladi up in here every day and i won’t have to, bitch.

ishani literalllllly flaunting that mask on her arm and riddhima like OUFF YEH KHOOONI NANAD BAAZ NAHI AATI.

side mein dekha toh kabir also has one like that.

lmao everyyyyyyone has one of these masks.

R like i need to gtfo here from the presence of all these assholes, k byeeeeee.

she’s confronting ahaana ki why you call me outside and not show up yourself????

ahaana like, bitch tf you talking about? i didn’t call you or send any chit??!?!! get used to it ahaana, iss ghar mein rahogi toh yeh hourly occurance hai, aisa random chutiyaapa. tumhein toh aadat hogi hi, pichle janam mein oberois ke saath jo rahi ho.

riddhima bringing up vansh and ahaana like YOUR MAN SHADYYYYY AF. YOU SHOULDN’T TRUST HIM SO MUCH. iss ek line se hi i have gotten it ki ahaana has been planted by vansh and he’s trying to see if riddhima falls for anyone else’s hearsay again.

riddhima is giving speech about how much she trusts vansh and they’re each others’ parchhaai or some such shit, and lmaoooooooooooooo ahaana’s face......

same, sis. absolutely saaaame.

ahaana like “zindagi mein har bimaari ki dawaai hai, par galatfehmi ki nahi.” snortttttttt.

ahaana going heavy on “vansh don’t love you, he wants to killll your ass” speech and ouff....... ofc riddhima won’t listen. dumbass.

there is not ONE wrong thing ahaana is saying about vansh. not ONE. literally all of it is true. i mean, maybe he does “love” her or whatever, but kya hi karein aise bekaar roz roz life ruin karne waale pyaar ka? isse achcha toh naa hi kare pyaar.

aaaaaaaaand she got slapped for truth-telling. fuck. riddhima, you are such a fucking dumbass. where all this slappiness for your damn husband who was lying to your face for monthssssss, huh????

ugh mera pati mera ishq bhashaan. this chick deserves to be murdered. blindass.................. she’s doing the exact same shit she did with kabir, total blindddddd faith without listening to any reason. she deserves to be fucked over if she refused to learn anything from that kaand and won’t use her fucking brain even now.

honestly this sanctimonious speech she’s giving ahaana........

but for once she’s using her MAALKIN OF THE HOUSE rutba and telling to ahaana to gtfo the house.

lmao ahaana like tell vansh to throw me out, and i’ll go.

cut to......... riddhima is randomly staring at a ladder. as one does.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo. 😏😏😏

riddhima trying to tell vansh ki ahaana is off her rocker and....

well okay then! no more talking about ahaana! 🥰🥰🥰

great. all that was buttering up for the trust test he has set up for her.

climb the ladder, it seems. oh boy. i know what’s coming............

lmaooooo she climbs it and is like ok now you know that i trust you??? can i come back down now??? LOL DUMBASS HOW DID YOU NOT GUESS WHAT HE WANTED FROM THE MOMENT HE TOLD YOU TO CLIMB???????? dimaag ghutno mein hai iss ladki ki.

he’s telling her to jump. ofc. fucking asshole. tereko shauk hai random high places se chhalaang maarne ko toh you’ll make everyone do it or what?

HE’S ACTUALLY GETTING MAD AT HER HESITATION AND ALL I’LL CATCH YOU, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME?????? main hoti toh kehti ki bro, it’s not you that i don’t trust, i just know gravity as a force is more powerful than you are.

stupid stupiddddd bitch. she’s doing it also. DUDE, THIS IS A CLASSIC ABUSIVE TECHNIQUE, WHY DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG RIDDHIMAAAAA?!!?!?!? LIKE........................ THIS IS WHY PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED TO GET MARRIED BEFORE THE AGE OF 30. THEIR BRAINS ARE JUST NOT GROWN ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how self satisfied she looks. fucking dumbass.

while his face is like ‘i can’t believe the twit actually did it.’

some more talk about how she trusts him mosttttttttttttttttttttttttt in the world, while he gets horny for it. god, what a pair of boring dysfunctional fucks. i liked it better when he was vihaan and had a bondage kink.

bharosa talk bharosa talk and oh my god it’s sooooooo fucking obvious he’s planted ahaana to test her and her trust. aaj yeh toh bas level 1 tha. the chutiyaapa just gonna go up from here.

she’s like i don’t like ahaana, why does she have to stay here? he’s turning it back on her and saying if we trust each other, what does it matter if she stays here or says whatever????? which ....... is just some reallyyyyyyyyyyyyy manipulative BS.

he’s saying she has some “issues” that he’ll handle. oh lord. ahaana in danger of getting murdered by this fucker too.

riddhima giving some more vaasta of her neverending trust.........

while this asshole makes these very TRUSTWORTHY faces.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand someone watches them. as per usual. no wonder vansh made sure to go far far far far away from this house to get some nookie. idhar karte toh it would be like those olden days royal weddings, where the whole court would come and sit and watch the marriage being consummated.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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steddieonmywaywardson · 4 years

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WIP - Ghost AU

Happy Monday everyone :)

Anyone interested in some Aaron and Adam banter? here’s a snippet from my current WIP that I’m writing alongside Lucky Man. It’s an AU of the movie Ghost.

And uh...Aaron’s the ghost *dodges the flying fruit*

And I included a little reference that I hope @softhusbands and @robandaaronsoulmates will appreciate ;)

“You know this is mad right? like absolutely mental?” Adam asks as he adjusts his too-tight tie. He glances at his reflection in a shop window. “And I look like a right idiot!”

“You look like someone who has a lot of money,” Aaron replies. “And I’ll teach you what you need to know. You’ll learn fast,”

“You sure you know what you’re doing? Did you say you used to be a writer or something? what do you know about banking?” Adam demands. They’re across the street from the bank now, traffic whizzing by and people hurrying to and fro, heading to work or shopping. Even with all the noise going on, Aaron can hear that Adam is breathing faster. The bank itself is a large, multistoried imposing building with a guard standing near the door and posters up in the window advertising all kinds of banking jargon like portfolios and investments.

“Yeah, no worries. I’ve been with Robert for five years, can’t ever get him to shut up about banking. Ya wouldn’t think there’d be that much to say about it but you’d be very wrong,” Aaron answers.

*****

“This is so mad, so so mad,” Adam mutters under his breath as they walk into the bank and past the stern looking guard. He gives Adam a look up and down but doesn’t say anything.

“Shut up,” Aaron replies. “At least try to look like you know what you’re doing!”

“For the last time mate, I’m a labourer not a banking whizz,” Adam fires back out of the corner of his mouth. “Anyone ever tell you you’re pretty fucking uppity for a ghost?”

“You’re the one who looks like he’s talking to himself,” Aaron says with a shrug. He gives Adam a little nudge in the ribs. Not enough to be noticed by anyone around them, but enough to remind him to get his game face on. “See where it says new accounts? head over there,”

“What?” Adam whispers peevishly. “I’m not giving them my money! You never said anything about having to-”

Aaron gives him another dig in the ribs, harder this time. Adam flinches slightly but luckily no-one spots it.

“Just do what I say!”

“Can I help you sir?” The man sitting behind the accounts desk asks. He offers Adam one of those false customer service smiles.

“Tell him you’re here to fill out a signature card for a new account,” Aaron says.

“I’m here to fill out a signature card for a new account,” Adam parrots to the guy. He’s started to sweat a little. He tugs on the collar of his shirt.

“Certainly Sir,” The man answers. “If I could just take your account number?”

“926-31043” Aaron says immediately. He can’t help but smile when Adam repeats it back and the guy nods and types it into his computer. Joe Tate is going to get everything that’s coming to him.

“Name on the account please?” The bank worker asks.

“Ben Tucker,”

“Ben Tucker,” Adam parrots back to the worker. “What kind of wanky name is that?” He mutters to Aaron. The bank worker looks at him oddly. Adam flashes his best winning smile. The worker however, doesn’t appear to be convinced.

“Didn’t they get you to sign one when you first opened the account Mr...ah...Tucker?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Tell him that Joe Tate opened it for you by phone and then asked you to come in today,” Aaron replies.

“Oh, Joe Tate opened it for me,” Adam says with an airy wave of his hand. “He told me to stop by today to get it sorted,”

“Ah, no problem Mr Tucker, one moment please,” The guy stands up and walks over to another desk.

Adam gets another dig in the ribs.

“Could you be less sus?” Aaron demands.

“Ow! could you be less of a twat?” Adam says defensively, rubbing his side. “I don’t have to do any of this y’know! I was happy as Larry until you came along with your demands and your bloody ‘Call Me Maybe’! You do realise that listening to that chorus for nearly two hours is enough to drive anyone insane?”

“And you’ll get another two hours of it if you don’t stop acting dodgy!” Aaron warns. “Look mate, I appreciate everything you’re doing for me ok? He’s coming back. Just sign your name on the bottom of the card,”

“Here we are Mr Tucker,” The man says as he slides a card across the desk. Aaron watches as Adam takes the card and the proffered pen and then signs ‘Ben Tucker’ with a slightly shaking hand.

“Now tell him to put it in the third floor file because you have a transaction to make,” He’s surprised by exactly how much of these processes he remembers. Still, Robert’s always talked about his work in extreme detail. It used to bore Aaron to tears but now he’d give anything to be sitting on the sofa with his husband, beer in hand, while he’s told about the finer details of investment banking.

He hears Adam repeat the phrase and the worker’s generic reply as he disappears through a nearby door to file the card correctly. He frowns as Adam slips the pen into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“What?” Adam looks affronted. “It’s a decent pen!”

#robron #robron fanction #aaron dingle #robert sugden #adam barton #emmerdale #ghost au #emmerdale fanfiction

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crowkingwrites · 5 years

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Battle of the Bands (Ch.17)

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader, Viserys Targaryen x Reader, Ramsay Bolton X Reader

Summary: You just moved into the city for the first tie all by yourself. After you get your dream summer job working for a small magazine, you find yourself in the middle of the city’s rock festival: Battle of the Bands. Local rock bands throughout the city compete to win a record deal that could change their lives. Your job? Get close to them and write about them online.A single girl in the city surrounded by rocker boys during the summertime. What could possibly go wrong?

Words: 1019 // AO3 Link

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen

Ramsay’s Ending (Chapter 16)

Viserys’ Ending - Here In Your Arms

“What?” Viserys reacted. “You’re not with Ramsay? But he said—

“You’re suing the whole magazine and this was all my fault. I—

“Did Robb Stark fire you?”

“No, well—

“Why are you here?” Viserys asked. His voice was different this time. It held no anger or rage, but confusion. “Did you come for me?”

“I…oh shit,” you sighed. You put your face in your hands and felt the world shake around you. What the hell were you doing there? What were you thinking? Of course Viserys would be at the fest, walking around like a normal person would.

“Hey, whoa, are you ok? Are you crying?” Viserys attacked you with more questions. “Would you look at me? Are you with Ramsay? Why won’t you answer my questions?”

“Could you give me a moment? I—I think I’m having a panic attack,” you admitted to him. Viserys took your hand.

“Do you trust me?”

“What? What kind of—

Viserys put his finger on your mouth to quickly shut you up. “I need you to trust me right now, ok? Alright?” When you nodded, Viserys hugged you warmly. It wasn’t anything like Jon’s hugs or being in Ramsay’s arms. It was perfect. You felt your anxiety slowing down and normalcy return.

Then, Viserys sang in your ear. His voice was different from the screaming rock songs. It was softer and gentler and only for you.

Well you are the one The one that lies close to me Whispers hello, I miss you quite terribly I fell in love In love with you suddenly Now there's no place else I could be But here in your arms

You looked at him softly, realizing what he sang to you.

“You love me? You’re-you’re in love with me?”

“Oh shiiiiit, I said that out loud,” Viserys touched the back of his neck for a moment. “No, yeah. I’ll say it. I’m in love with you. I’m Viserys Targaryen and I’m in love with you. So what?”

“That’s why you broke it off. Isn’t it?”

“I couldn’t stand to see you with that fucking asshole anymore. Or any them really, but it just seemed you liked them more than me.”

“Yeah. I mean, I guess I just—

“I get it,” Viserys laughed. “Girls surround me all the time.” You looked around to see Viserys by himself.

“And now?”

“I don’t know. What do you want?” Viserys asked you.

“I don’t know. I came here to just forget everything that’s happened.”

“Did Robb fire you? I’ll kill him. I really will. You’re a good writer.”

“I thought you hated my writing,” you jabbed.

“I—No. I don’t hate you. I don’t think I could,” Viserys looked down. “I thought you hated me. What you wrote, it just sounded like you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you,” you smiled. “You’re an incredible rockstar. You’re fun and wild and I don’t know when I look at you I want to giggle because I don’t know what to say.”

“Yeah, it’s adorable when you do that,” Viserys admitted. His fingers brushed yours. “Listen. I want you to come tonight. It’s the last concert. I think we have a real chance at this. It’s really important to me that you’re there.”

You watched Viserys play once more before his band won the Battle of the Bands. Blackfyre signed a five record deal and immediately went to work. You watched him pen the rest of the lyrics to the song he sang to you. In December, Blackfyre debuted the new song, Here In Your Arms, to a crowd in Chicago. After the last note played, he winked at you from the stage.

You waited for him backstage after the show He ran to you and kissed you with both hands in your hair and his tongue in your mouth. “God, you’re so fucking pretty when you wear my shirts to concerts.”

“I have to be. All these girls want you,” you winked. Viserys rolled his eyes. “What? I have to claim what’s mine.”

“What if you didn’t have to?” he asked. “What do you mean?” you punched him in the arm. “There are literally girls waiting outside that door that want to fuck you.”

“I know, but what if you didn’t have to claim what’s yours? What if I was just yours?”

“What the fuck are you—are you kneeling?” you covered your mouth. Tears welled up in your eyes. “What the fuck are you doing? Viz? Viz! Stop that! Get up! Oh my god! No, you’re fucking not.”

“Oh yes I fucking am,” Viserys laughed while on one knee.

“We’ve only been dating—

“I know how long we’ve been dating. I am aware. I was there,” Viserys laughed. He held a small box in his hand. When he opened it, it reveal a beautiful ring with white diamonds and red rubies surrounding it. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. I just knew, you know? I couldn’t get you out of my head. And ever since I met you, my life’s been going up since. I want you with me for every part of it.”

“Really?” you said as teas fell down your face. You couldn’t hide the big smile behind it.

“Really, really. This rockstar life is going to be insane. I need you to keep me on Earth when I’m reaching for the sky. I want that. I want forever with you so bad. Let me have it. Please give me what I want.”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” you laughed. “You always get what you want.”

“So, is that a yes?” Viserys wiggled his eyebrows.

“It’s a yes, you fucking idiot!” Viserys kissed you intensely and you heard people clapping all around you. Life wasn’t the same after that. Never in a million years did you think you would marry a rockstar. Still, here you were, wearing a beautiful ring as Viserys brought you outside to his fans.

“I’m getting fucking married bitches!” Viserys screamed. The audience screamed back with intense joy.

Note to Self: Marry the rockstar in the end. It’s fun. ;)

How this story ends is up to you! These next chapters are the five different endings to Battle of the Bands. You can read one ending, or you can read all five. Up to you entirely. This is the first time I’m doing this and I’m really excited to see what kind of feedback I get for this story.

In this order:

Chapter 16 - Ramsay’s Ending Chapter 17 - Viserys’ Ending Chapter 18 - Jon’s Ending Chapter 19 - Robb’s Ending Chapter 20 - Your Ending

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inverted-prompts · 6 years

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LONG POST!!!! (like really, it is a long ass post)

Prologue:

Earth has been abandoned. Her resources gone, the human race had ruined her. The once blue sky now brown and grey, clouds swirling and wreaking havoc on the already abused islands and continents. Land masses nothing more than dry, cracked husks of what was once something beautiful. The seas, no longer deep blue and shimmering in the sunlight, are acidic and in turmoil.

No longer able to sustain life, humans have left earth, and are living in an entirely different galaxy. It’s a new age, a new time. A chance to start over. Humans now occupy the planet Gaea, a world nearly identical to earth. Life continues as it did back on Earth.

This is the diary of a 14 year old girl, where she shares her first hand experience with her brother, Trey Winters. In this diary, it is better understood the social effects of having lost one’s emotions.

December 7, 201 N.S.A

16:00

Dear Diary,

My algebra teacher sucks, he assigns way to much homework. I basically have to do 5 pages of problems, and graph the points we made in class! I can not wait until I graduate, then I will not have to worry about homework ever again! I will also never have to see Mr. Johnson’s stupid face again. Trey tells me I am being a bit harsh, but it’s true.

Trey was telling me that he is heading over to the hospital to visit mom, and that he would be back for dinner. He was putting on the long, deep maroon trench coat I got him for his birthday a while back, which made me smile. I am glad he likes it, I was so worried at the time that he would not. Anyway, mother had developed a cancer strain that was a rare mutation of the zelibrem virus. She only had months to live according to the doctors. Our father wasn’t dealing with it very well, but then again, who would? It was such a blow to the family, but we all tried to keep our minds off of it.

He was telling me to stay home, so I asked him why could I not go to the hospital with him, because that seemed dumb. I was talking to him as he was trying to leave, leaning against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. I am taking acting 3, so I put an overdramatic irritated scowl on my face. I could not put my hands on my hips because I was still holding my calculator and tablet pen, so instead, I crossed my arms and popped out a hip, trying to be as sassy as possible. I could tell Mr. Howard that I did, in fact practice.

Trey told me I could not go with him because I have homework to do. Well he does too, so his point was invalid. But he just shook his head at me! Trey just smiled at me as he tugged on his deep maroon red coat, buttoning it up to his neck. He told me it was also because it was cold outside. Because it was cold outside. So what?! I could just put on a jacket! But he ignored me and just grabbed the bouquet of flowers, and he inched his way out the door.

And then! The nerve of my brother, he tells me to tell father that he will be back in time for dinner! I am not some sort of messenger, I am his sister for God’s sake! But he just smiled, waving with the flowers at me, his greatly annoyed sister, as he slowly closes the door.

I told him that he owed me his dessert later tonight, and he promised me he would.

As soon as Trey closed the door, I ran upstairs to my room to put on my jacket and boots, which are brand new, by the way. The jacket was fuzzy on the inside, and zipped up to my neck. It was black, but I did not mind. I also had my boots match, they went up to mid calf range, so I feel pretty stylish! I gotta catch up to Trey, so once I do I will start writing again. Be right back!

16:00

It is freezing out. I know that it is the middle of winter and all, but for crying out loud, it’s like, -23°! Ridiculous. My breath curls into the air in puffs, which is pretty cool. It’s like I am a dragon who has run out of fire juice, just blowing out steam. It snowed both yesterday and this morning, so freshly fallen snow is coating the ground. Winter is Trey’s favorite season, for some reason. He tells me that he loves the sound of the snow crunching under his boots, and the joy of being able to bundle up against the wind. The more layers, the better, he says. He could just curl up in front of the fire with me, hot chocolates in hand, and watch our favorite movies. Which, I must admit, sounds like a lot of fun. It truly was one of the most magical times of the year, whether you like it or not.

I think Trey turned the corner, since I can not see him anymore. I need to catch up!

I caught up, but I am not too close so that he will notice that I am behind him. I feel like I am in a spy movie. Anyway, it was rather quiet out in the neighborhood, most kids inside doing their homework, and their parents still at work. However, there were a lot of snowmen in the yards of our neighbors. It would probably be busier in the actual city, although less snowmen which will be sad.

I have to try and catch up again, writing and walking is hard!

As I predicted, the city is fairly active. There were taxis and buses slowly hovering over along the roads, the hover-disks slower because of the cold. There were still many cars with wheels, because hover-disks are still a new development. So far, only public transportation and storage transports were allowed to use the hover-disks.

Oh my gosh it is Mrs. Howard. I love this woman, she is so sassy! Oh, she is stopping to talk to Trey, I will right down their conversation after they are done talking. I really hope she roasts him good.

Mrs. Howard: “Good morning Trey!”

Trey: “Oh! Good morning Mrs. Howard!”

Mrs. Howard: “How are the flowers I sold you? Have you killed them yet?”

Trey: “No Mrs. Howard. They are still as healthy as when you sold them to me.”

Mrs. Howard: “Hmph! They better be, boy! Only the best for your poor mother!”

Mrs. Howard is an old family friend, so she knew all about the situation our family was currently in.

Trey is moving on without me, so I am just going to put away my diary for now.

December 8, 201 N.S.A

11:00

Dear Diary,

I can barely write, my hands are shaking so badly. I don’t even remember what I was thinking, calling out his name like that. This is what the police officers said happened, from their analysis anyway.

Trey looked up at the sudden jarring noise of hovers failing, and a hover carrier careened towards him. The hover jets had overheated, sputtering out. Unable to hold the weight of the cargo, the entire hover carrier spiraled towards him at 90 ppms (pulses per millisecond).

I knew we should have just stuck with wheels. Hover-disks are too unreliable...

As the carrier collided with his body, the bouquet of flowers he was holding were thrown into the air, stems snapped and petals ripped off. Snow is flung up, sparkling and glittering in the sunlight. Trey is slammed into the wall of the store, coughing up blood.

I don’t know what I was thinking, I guess I just thought that that would be a good time to let Trey know that I was there. He would have had to take me to the hospital with him. Instead, I got to hear people screaming at one another to call the police. I could barely hear the sirens, because it’s just so mind numbing to watch your brother get hit by a hover carrier, you know?

Watching him get taken away on a stretcher by the paramedics, it was surreal. They wouldn’t let me into the ambulance with him. Even though I was crying and trying to convince them. I ended up running home took her father. He didn’t believe me at first, he thought it was just some dumb prank. But here we are. Waiting at the hospital, to see if Trey is OK.

A single petal, floats down from the sky…

December 9, 201 N.S.A

9:00

Dear Diary,

I can hear the beeping of the monitor. It’s kind of irritating, but also serves as a marker of time passing by. All I hear is

BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…

Doctor Shaun is the one who will be taking care of Trey. He seems like a nice guy, he was very polite to father and me. Now, father and I are waiting to see if Trey is OK. Dr. Shaw and is talking to him now, we are going to get to see him! It’s been a day but, it’s still a miracle that were able to see him so soon.

I can hear Dr. Shaun talking to Trey. It’s kind of funny to hear Trey being called “Mr. Winters”.

Doctor Shaun looked liked a stereotypical doctor. He had the normal close cropped brown hair, neatly trimmed. He wore his standard doctor’s uniform, all navy blue.

I hear him talking to Trey, saying something along the lines of “Welcome back, Mr. Winters. I am Doctor Shaun Maslin, but you can call me Doctor Shaun.”

I can hear Trey responding, but his voice is muffled through the door. I hope it isn’t too bad, Doctor Shaun said that he would make a full physical recovery. But he also said that there was something wrong with Trey’s brain. Something about his frontal lobe being damaged and how they have never seen something like this before. Doctor Shaun was very honest, something I think father appreciates. He is just got back from visiting mother, who is not doing to well either.

Oh my gosh, it sounds like we are allowed to come in now. I will write later, now, I get to see Trey!!

December 10, 201 N.S.A

06:00

Dear Diary,

I now know what they mean when they said that there was damage to Trey’s frontal lobe. He is like a completely different person. He is not like the Trey everyone knew, he is like a robot. He has zero personality, no emotions. Doctor Shaun says that they are working to find out how to fix it, and I hope they find a way soon. It is kind of scary living with a person devoid of emotion.

Father is almost never home now. Constantly visiting mother or at the local bar. I would gladly, very gladly take a years worth of Algebra homework to make things go back to the way they used to be.

Hearing Trey for the first time was like a punch to the face. When Doctor Shaun motioned for us to come in, I was nervous. When I saw Trey, I was so happy to see that he was alive, I actually started crying tears of joy. Sure, he was in scary condition. His entire right leg was in a cast, his left arm also in a cast, his ribs were tightly bandaged, and he had gauze around his forehead. He looked like a mess, but he was alive!

But when he saw us he didn’t even smile. He was alive, but still devoid of life.

When he spoke, it was so monotone, so emotionless…. I didn’t know what to think. We are waiting for all of the casts to come off, he will be at the hospital for a while.

Today is a school day, so I need to get ready. I will keep updating, probably less now that I need to take care of both Trey and my father.

December 25, 201 N.S.A

09:24

Dear Diary,

Merry Christmas. Trey losing his emotions is so much worse than I thought it would be. He can not function in a normal social situation. Doctor Shaun has been running tests on his brain, trying to better understand his problem. He is currently working on a “fix” for Trey.

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butterflysuki77 · 7 years

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Of Cats and Cacti - Chapter 4

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Other Members involved: JungKook, TaeHyung, Jin

Genre: Totally gonna be a mixed bag of Fluff/Angst/Light Smut

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 : Chapter 4 : Chapter 5 : Complete

Chapter 4

Yoongi quietly seethed as JungKook deposited him in his studio and shut the door. He’d never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d want to hit the kid, but he was dangerously close to doing just that. He stood staring at Kookie’s back as the kid leaned with his forehead pressed against the closed door.

“I...I’m sorry Hyung…” he said quietly. Yoongi was pissed… he was so angry that JungKook had picked him up like a misbehaving child and carried him away… in front of you! In front of fucking Jin! He was humiliated, and very… very… angry. He was furious…

...with himself.

He’d known you for one fucking day. He’d kissed you...one fucking time. What right did he have to stand between you and a former relationship? A relationship that seemed complicated and...intense. He honestly couldn’t tell if you still had feelings for Jin or not… You were mad at him, and he’d treated you like shit at the concert, but Jin just seemed… sincere. He didn’t seem to be that kind of guy. And your tears… there were feelings there. What kind...he didn’t know…. how intense...he didn’t know either.

And he’d stood there and crossed his arms and refused to leave, like he could make some claim on you… like he’d had any kind of right… And the kid had been strong enough to make the decision to force him out of there. The kid had been forced to go against him… and Yoongi knew it had to have been hard. He turned and picked up the first thing on his desk he could grab and threw it against the wall with a growling shout. JungKook flinched as the plastic cup full of pens and pencils clattered in a satisfying cacophony against the wall and floor. Yoongi moved to Kookie.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing a handful of the kids hair and forcing his head up to look at him. “I’m not mad at you….ok?” Yoongi spoke forcefully as his hand slid down the back of Kookie’s neck and held him there.

“Hyung...please…”

“I’m not…” Yoongi pulled him in for a quick one armed hug, his hand squeezing the kids shoulder. “When did you get so strong, huh?” he said quietly in his ear. He let go and stepped back. JungKook eyed him warily as Yoongi turned and practically fell back onto his sofa.

“I’m sorry Hyung…” Kookie said after a moment, coming to sit beside him. Yoongi let out a long deep breath.

“I’m sorry you felt you had to do it…” Yoongi leaned forward and rested his forehead on his clasped hands, elbows rested on his knees.

“I really like Y/N…” JungKook put a hand on Yoongi’s back and rubbed it back and forth across his shoulders. Yoongi was quiet for a long moment before replying.

“Me too kid…. me too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“...you don’t love me…” you said trying to pull your hand away. Jin kept a hold of it, making direct eye contact with you.

“Yes…” Jin said, squeezing your hand, “...I do.”

“Let go of me… please…” Jin reluctantly released you, and you fell back into your seat with a frustrated laugh.

“Y/N-”

“You have got to be kidding me…” you said under your breath, lifting a hand to your forehead. Jin was about to say something but you held up a hand to stop him as you pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath. After another few moments of silence, Jin grabbed the chair he had been sitting in and moved it next to you on the end of the table and sat down.

“Talk to me…” he said. “...please… tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t know what to think, Jin… I mean…” You dropped your hand and looked directly at him. “You don’t break up with someone you love… You don’t hurt someone you love without giving them a reason… You don’t break off all communication with someone you love for a year…” Jin winced and looked away. “If it’s because you feel guilty… don’t worry about me… I’m over it.”

“You have no idea how guilty I feel…” he said. “How much I hate myself for having to hurt you….” You were puzzled at his choice of words. How he had to hurt you? You just waited until he looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. “My management company didn’t give me choice…” Your heart sank.

“...they didn’t want you to have a girlfriend…” you said.

“Not only would they have terminated my contract, they would have sued me for violation of their idol behavior and liability policy…”

“They can’t do that…” you started.

“They could,” he interrupted. “I took the contract and policy agreement to a lawyer and they said it was concrete.” You froze….he took it to a lawyer?

“I’m a lawyer… you should have talked to me about it…” you said, clenching your jaw.

“Nothing would have changed…I had no choice.”

“You always have a choice… and you definitely had the choice to handle this better…”

“If I’d told you why, you would have waited for me… You would have put your life on hold, and I couldn’t do that to you…”

“Jin… you never fucking think!” you said, almost shouting. You stood up, pushing the chair back so hard it fell over.

“I thought long and hard about it, Y/N! Don’t you understand how hard that decision was for me to make!? Losing you was the worst mistake of my life!”

“You still don’t understand that you never had to lose me…” you said. “Yes… I would have waited for you. I loved you Jin… we…” Tears pricked your eyes and you ran your hand through your hair. “We were going to move in together… start a life… but I would have waited. It was your dream, and I understood that.”

“And I couldn’t make you-”

��And what’s changed now!?” you asked, frustrated. “Do you suddenly have a new contract!? Did the company suddenly change their policy?” His pinched expression told you everything you needed to know. “Oh my god…”

“Y/N… I have been miserable-”

“You’ve been living your dream… and living with the decision YOU made!” You were trying not to yell, but you couldn’t keep your voice down. “You made a decision about OUR lives, and didn’t even have the decency to be honest with me about why.”

“I did it for you!” he shouted back, standing from his chair and moving towards you.

“You did it for yourself!” You turned away from him in frustration and began to pace as everything started to become clear. “You made this decision on your own! You lie to me about why we broke up… and you justify it by making yourself think you’re the martyr here!”

“You don’t understand…”

“I understand all too well…. I’m not supposed to be mad? Because you did all this because you love me!? You might think you love me Jin, but you can’t love someone you don’t respect…” The look on Jin’s face was stricken.

“I absolutely respect you!” he said, pleading. “You’re an amazing person! Smart, caring… a hell of a lawyer-”

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” you asked, your eyes pricking with tears. “You went to someone else…”

“I didn’t want to worry you…”

“So you broke up with me instead...” He winced. “You didn’t trust me.” He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands.

“I...I didn’t think-”

“You never think…” you said, standing there staring at his back. “You acted. You made this decision without me. You didn’t trust me to stick by you… to believe you… to wait for you. So you didn’t even give me the chance…” He was quiet for the longest time, long enough to feel the weight in the air… the heaviness of the tension building inside of you. You wanted to scream… to hurt him… He would never know emptiness and complete despair you had felt in those first few months, of being abandoned… of thinking that you were unlovable… not enough… unworthy… Tears pricked your eyes but you fought against them. That was then. This was now. Jin turned his head and looked at you over his shoulder...and his eyes weren’t filled with anger or frustration… or even guilt… it was resignation and despair

“I’m… I’m sorry Y/N…” A tear slipped down his cheek at the same moment one slipped down yours. He stood, keeping his back to you. Taking in a deep breath, he placed his hands on his hips and lifted his head. You could tell he was fighting more tears. A small part of you wanted to walk up behind him, wrap your arms around him and bury your face in between those magnificent shoulders of his... But it was a very small part. You knew...you knew that could never happen. Not after everything.... not after last night…

...not after this morning....

“So...where does this leave us…?” he asked, turning to face you. “Is there any way to fix this? To fix us?” You took a hesitant step towards him, your heart aching for what was… what could have been.

“You’re still under contract…” you said softly. “You could still be sued.”

“That’s not an answer… Do you still love me?” After a moment of silence, he stepped towards you and hesitantly reached for your hand, lightly clasping the tips of your fingers. Your heart clenched, and your mind flew to Yoongi… his smile… his quirky sarcastic sense of humor… his hands… his kiss… You were torn…

Not really… You were torn up about not being torn. And it terrified you.

“I’ll always care about you…” you said, and you saw the resignation in his face… the understanding. “If you’d come to me… if this happened six months ago… even a month ago…”

“Two days ago?” he asked. Your eyes widened, stinging with unshed tears as you dropped your head. You couldn’t bare to face him… but you had to try....

“I can’t describe it or explain it…” you said, wiping away a tear that had finally escaped. You felt the air shift as Jin stepped closer to you and you didn’t step away. “I don’t know how it happened… or even what it is…” You lifted your face to see Jin’s hand hesitating in the air… when your eyes met his he reached forward and wiped the tear from your cheek. His hand lingered there, his thumb brushing another tear from your cheekbone. Jin’s eyes burned into yours, a fight still there, even knowing where your heart was leaning. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, before reluctantly pulling away. You could see him deliberating… then he finally spoke.

“Min Yoongi, Suga... is known in this industry for always...always… putting his music and career first.” You shrugged.

“He’s passionate… so are you. I understand that your careers are important to you. Mine is too.”

“No… I don’t think you understand…” said Jin. “I’d be with you right now if it weren’t for that contract. If I could be with you… have both… I would.” You felt your teeth begin to clench at Jin’s words. He let out a bitter laugh and continued. “Suga chooses to be alone, because he doesn’t need anyone… he doesn’t want anyone.”

“Everybody needs someone…” you said softly, knowing Jin was only acting out of anger.

“Not Suga. I’ve heard the rumours. He had girlfriends in the past, but as soon as it got serious, he dumped them.” Jin looked up at you, a sad smile on his face. “The only thing Suga needs is a random fuck every once in a while, and he’s fine…”

Your blood chilled in your veins. No… Yoongi wasn’t like that...right? Then a voice inside teased, How much do you really know him? You’ve known him for a day… you think one serious conversation is enough to negate the words of someone who worked with him for months? Of those who know him intimately?

Is that all you were to him? A possible random fuck…?

You couldn’t know for sure… you hoped not… you hoped the man who took in strays and stirred such raw emotion in you wasn’t…that kind of person…

There are many reasons that shouldn’t have happened… he’d said that. Is this why?

“I’m sorry to tell you this…” Jin said, taking another step towards you and bringing you back to the present. You looked up into his determined eyes and frowned. “I just don’t want him to hurt you…”

“You hurt me,” you said strongly, the ice in your voice making Jin wince as if you’d slapped him, but you didn’t feel guilty at all. “And you’re not sorry to tell me or you would t have told me… you wanted to tell me so you did.” Jin pursed his lips and you took a deep breath, eying him. “So it’s ok for you to dump me for your career, but not for Yoongi to do the same to others?” Jin backed away, hands in the air in mock surrender.

“I won’t say anymore, but you know I’m right…” he said. When you opened your mouth to protest he said, “Don’t worry, I’m leaving…” He walked towards the door, and you followed him… unsure of what to do or say. He slipped his shoes on at the front door and grabbed his jacket from the hook. Turning back to you he said, “Tell Suga that I’ll talk to him about the song another time… and that I’d love to do another collab…”

“Jin...I-” Without warning Jin pulled you into a tight hug, causing you to stiffen.

“I can’t tell you what to do… but please…” Him arms squeezed you even closer closer and you felt his warm breath as he spoke softly against your ear through your hair, “...please… just think about what I’ve said…” You felt him kiss your hair and brought your hands up to push him away, but he was already letting you go and turning around. Without another word or second glance, he opened the front door and closed it behind him… leaving you standing there in stunned, confused, seething silence.

You walked slowly into the living room and sat on the couch, burying your head in your hands.

Yoongi’s eyes looking into yours as he lay on the bed…

“Suga chooses to be alone because he doesn’t need anyone…”

Yoongi’s hand tangling into your hair, your breath mingling with his…

“He doesn’t want anyone…”

Yoongi’s soft lips on yours...his tongue…

“The only thing Suga needs is a random fuck and he’s fine…”

Suga’s hand on your skin… your legs… your back…

“...a random fuck…”

Suga’s body pressed against yours…

“...he doesn’t need anyone…”

You closed your eyes tightly against the pain. It shouldn’t hurt this much…

“...a random fuck…”

...why did it hurt so much…

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There was a knock on the studio door and Yoongi’s heart leapt in his chest. He couldn’t move… wasn’t sure if he wanted to… but JungKook was already opening the door.

“Hi Kookie,” you said softly.

“Did Jin-Hyung leave?” the kid asked.

“Yeah…” you answered. Yoongi couldn’t see you from this angle. When the door opened it practically hit the edge of the couch arm and blocked everything. He stood from the couch and faced the door, his eyes meeting yours. Without looking at Kookie, you said, “Can I talk to Yoongi alone for a minute?” Yoongi held your gaze as JungKook looked back and forth between you.

“I’ll be upstairs…” he said quietly, letting you in before he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

Yoongi’s heart ached as he watched you. He had a million questions… What had you talked about with Jin? Were you two back together? Did you still love him? Did what happened last night... this morning in his room mean anything to you? All were questions he didn’t really have the right to ask… except maybe that last one… but not really. I mean… he was weird. He was feeling so much… so fast… How could you possibly feel the same thing? Especially when someone like Jin wanted you… had already had you…

Yoongi’s jaw clenched at the thought of you and Jin...together…and he stopped his imagination just as it had Jin’s body entwined with yours. He felt sick to his stomach. Jin was a nice, caring, incredibly good looking guy… tall, strong… striking… how could you not want him back? Why had Jin ever let you go? Only last night you had cried over him… you felt for him… Then Yoongi noticed it… the sorrow in your eyes. The almost apologetic, sad way you were looking at him… and his heart sank.

He turned away and sat down on the couch… without a word you moved to sit next to him. Things felt weird… awkward… but you were the one who’d wanted to talk to him… so he waited. You took a deep breath and sighed.

“He left…”

“So you said…”

“He wanted me to tell you that he’d talk about the song with you later…” Yoongi smirked. “And that he wanted to do another collaboration with you soon…” Like fucking hell he thought. And he rested his face on his clenched fists… another collab would be a smart move, career-wise… but…

“He still loves you… doesn’t he…” Yoongi said softly. It wasn’t a question. He looked at you in time to see you lick your lips, a strange look coming over your face.

“Yeah… but it doesn’t matter…” you said, letting out a breath and leaning back against the couch. You looked down at him as he let his head rest in his propped up hands, and he raised his eyebrow in question. His heart was pounding in his chest… why didn’t it matter? You looked away, hands folded in your lap.

“Love always matters…” Yoongi said softly, keeping his eyes on your face. Your brows furrowed and your gaze returned to his… piercing him.

“....does it?” Yoongi’s heartbeat began to race… why did it seem like you were asking him this question. What did his response matter when it was Jin… fucking Jin who loved you? Yoongi had only known you for a day…what he felt couldn’t possibly be love… no matter how strong it pulled at it insides. He looked away before he answered.

“... of course it does…” He felt sick to his stomach. “But it’s ok… I mean… we’ve kissed one time… if you…” he stopped to steady his voice and stared down at his hands. “...if you want to forget about it…” Panic was seeping into his muscles as he thought of letting you go. Without giving you a chance to respond and without thinking it over he blurted out, “...but didn’t he dump you? Out of nowhere? What’s changed now?” Even as he said the words, a pang of regret hit him. Jin was supposed to be his friend… if not his friend at least a close colleague. But he wouldn’t take back the questions… He looked up at you as you answered.

“Nothing’s changed actually…” you said, a strange look in your eyes as you looked down at him. Yoongi couldn’t read you and he hated it… but for some reason this look made the tightness in his stomach loosen a little. You sat back against the couch and closed your eyes. “His contract apparently stated he had to remain single, so when his company found out he had a girlfriend, he broke it off with me…” All regret he had previously felt vanished.

“......And he didn’t tell you that then?” Yoongi asked in a low growl.

“Right!?!” You practically shouted as you sat forward and twisted to face him. “I’m not out of line being upset about that, right?”

“Of course not…” Yoongi said… then he thought a minute. “Aren’t you a lawyer? Couldn’t you have looked at it for him?” The look on your face would have made Yoongi laugh if tears hadn’t sprung to your eyes almost immediately. You tried to turn your face away but Yoongi reached out and cupped your cheek, not letting you. Your eyelids fluttered closed and you took a deep breath.

“You asked him that…” he said softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. You nodded slowly. “So if nothing has changed, why come to you and tell you now?” Yeah Jin… why the hell come back now and fuck with her emotions when you can’t even follow through!? Your eyes opened and met his, causing a jolt to shoot from behind his eyes, down his spine and into the pit of his stomach.

“I...He…” you searched for words and Yoongi’s heart beat even faster. His fingers slid into your hair and softly fisted the strands, holding you in place.

“Why…” he growled low. You reached forward and grasped the front of his shirt.

“Because of this!” you said, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Because of whatever the hell this is!” Your hands pulled at his shirt, emphasizing your words. Yoongi’s other hand gripped your arm and pulled you close him. His lips were so close to yours… he nuzzled his nose against your cheek and felt you melt against him. When he brushed his lips against yours though, your face turned away from him and he had to quickly let go of your hair. He leaned back and loosened his grip on your arm, but still held it. He looked down at your closed eyes and another tear fell down your cheek. He didn’t know what to do…. so he just waited.

“What the hell is this…” you finally whispered. Yoongi let go of your arm and cradled your face in both hands, turning you towards him again and resting his forehead against yours.

“I don't know…” he said, letting his thumb brush across your lips… “...but I want to find out…” and with that, he leaned in and kissed you. And when your mouth opened to him he took full advantage…. God he loved how you tasted… He moved his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him, needing to be closer. His heart was pounding…. Jin loved you… but you were here with him… letting him kiss you… letting him touch you. Yoongi slipped his hand under the hem of your shirt at your back and felt you shiver as he traced his fingers up the soft skin of your spine, holding back a groan when he realized you went braless. You whimpered against his mouth and he growled, pulling you into his lap. His other hand slid to the back of your neck as your arms circled his waist. When your nails dug into his back through his shirt, he raked his own down across your back, making you break the kiss with a gasp.

As your head fell back, Yoongi took advantage of your exposed neck to place hard kisses and soft nips, lingering at a spot that had you practically shaking in his arms. Your hands were in his hair, lightly pulling and he bit firmly into your skin… loving the way you moaned his name.

“...Yoongi…” You were straddling his lap at this point… your knees at his hips. He soothed his bite with the flat of his tongue, applying pressure with the tip before placing another soft lingering kiss there… His hand made its way around to your front and played at your stomach and waistband of his pants you were wearing, when you moaned his name again…

“...Yoongi…” He brought his mouth up to gently suck on your earlobe before grazing it with his teeth. You whimpered and he brought his hand up to cup your breast. You moaned before resting your forehead against his shoulder and kissing his neck softly

“......I’m not just a random fuck… right?” Your whisper had him frozen… his heart and head both pounding as he forced himself to register what you were saying. Keeping his hands in place on your breast and neck, he opened his eyes and stared at a point on the wall in front of him, trying to steady his breathing.

“....what?” he asked in a soft rumble. Your arms held him tightly as he began to loosen his hold on you, but you buried your face even more into his neck.

“...I’m not… right?” Yoongi was have a very hard time controlling his emotions… what the hell!? He practically had to peel you off of him and held your shoulders.

“Look at me…” he said, cupping your face and staring into your eyes. “...don’t think that…. God, you are….” his hand tightened on your shoulder. “You are more… more than anything that’s happened to me in a long time…” He was seething with anger but trying to hold it in. Obviously you had been told this… and he knew who had told you….

...and he’d never forgive him for making you feel like that…

“...it’s just that… this is all so fast…” you said, taking a deep breath. “This…” you gestured between the two of you, “...is so much… so fast…” You bit your lip in a way that made Yoongi want to show you just how slow he could be… but he kept his eyes on yours, nodding.

“It seems like...we just ignite whenever we’re together…” you said. “...I’m scared…” You could understand that… as much as his body wanted you, he had to admit that it was frightening how much he felt for you… it hadn’t even been 24 hours since he’d met you… but he’d already given up work for you… acted like a complete asshole to an important colleague… told you secrets about himself… about Kookie…

“It is fast…” he said, “...but at the same time… it feels like I’ve known you forever…” Your eyes softened. He moved you off of his lap and sat back against the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“We can be slow…” he said after a few minutes of quiet silence. You looked up at him with a wry smile and he smirked. “...well, I can be slow… I don’t know about you…”

“Oh... I can be slow…” you said, your smile widening.

“Shall we make a bet?” he said, and you sat up to face him.

“On?”

“On which of us is the slowest?” You laughed.

“How will we determine that!?”

“Well…” Yoongi said… “whichever one of us gives in first...loses.”

“Gives in…” you repeated, “...as in… whichever one wants to have sex first?”

“As in,” he said, his smile turning wicked as the thought occurred to him, “...whichever one of us uses tongue first…” He cackled as your eyes sparkled.

“Oh, you wanna play this game, do you?” You leaned up and sat on the arm of the couch, tucking your legs slightly…

“I do…” Yoongi said, twisting so he was resting against the other arm of the couch and stretched his legs out in front of him. “...but you and me…” he said, his face serious. “We’re not random…” Your face softened as you looked at him. No other girl had looked at him that way… or if they had, he’d never quite seen it. “You’re stuck with me… got it?” He put his hand behind his neck and let his knee come up. He was so relaxed… overjoyed really… But God this bet was gonna be a bitch.

“Got it…” you whispered, rocking a little bit on the couch arm, facing him. “So… what are the terms? What’s the loser have to do?”

“Well… the loser will-”

With only a quick knock as warning, the door flew open, hitting you in the back forcing you to fall forward. Yoongi was able to catch you, one hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your head as you fell face down…

“Hyung, I’m sorry but I can’t find…” JungKook’s voice trailed off and Yoongi looked up at a wide-eyed Kookie. Then he looked down…

...at your head…

...facedown in his crotch…

He looked up at Kookie, who’s shocked face was starting to break out in a wide grin. As the door began to shut, Yoongi’s cry of “No… it’s not…” was drowned out by a laughing giggling shout.

“SORRY HYUNG!!!”

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One Month Later

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You were stressed out with work… so much was going on with the newest client that you could barely wrap your head around it. Kim NamJoon was a great client to have, and you’d never had any issues with him… but this new guy? He’d also opened up a club in town… but he was…

...demanding...to say the least.

You were starting to feel uncomfortable seeing him so you’d asked one of the senior partners to take over the account for you, which he begrudgingly did. But he’d owed you one. Mr. Moon clearly needed to learn some manners. If you’d told Yoongi about it…

Yoongi…. Your face softened and it seemed like you’d lost a 10 pound weight off each shoulder.

This month had been amazing… You’d spent so much time together… actually getting to know each other. And the more you learned… the more you liked him…

The more you wanted to just give up and lose the stupid bet…

But you couldn’t… the terms were too embarrassing. You HAD to win this…

And just because you couldn’t use tongue didn’t mean that hands were off limits...which you’d had to put a caveat on the terms of the bet.

No Tongue during kisses...

No using tongue on the body…

No hands below the waist…

Pants/bottoms stay on at all times…

Violation of one of these rules resulted in forfeiture of the bet. You’d drawn up a legal contract and had made him sign it. The look on his face had been priceless, but he took it as a challenge.

Damn it that man was...creative.

You laughed to yourself. Yoongi had a gig at Club Monster tonight that he couldn’t get out of and you finally...finally. Had a night to yourself.

Except you didn’t want it. You wanted to be with Yoongi. Even if that meant sitting with Tae in the VIP section surrounded by screaming people…. But he’d told you to rest tonight. He knew you were exhausted from work and needed the break. And you did.

So here you were… sitting on the couch with your cup of tea, trying not to be bored out of your freaking mind…. But then the phone rang.

You looked at the call screen to see a picture of a bunny, and smiled. You answered cheerfully.

“Hey, Kookie!”

“Y/N! Thank god….” Your smile vanished. JungKook sounded panicked.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your professional crisis mode taking over, making you feel calmer.

“It’s Cat…” he said, almost in tears.

“Is she!? Now!?” you were already standing, tea forgotten on the table as you slipped on your shoes and grabbed your keys and purse.

“Yes!” He practically shouted! “I don’t know what to do!”

“Don’t worry. Get the box we found and make sure it has those old blankets in it. Get her into the box and go warm up some towels in the dryer. I’ll be there as soon as I can!”

“Please hurry,” he said, a little less panicked.

“I’m already in the car. I’ll see you soon…” You hung up and backed out of the parking spot, almost peeling out of the lot in your hurry to get to Yoongi’s house.

Cat was having her kittens!

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End of Chapter

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A/N* Thanks so much for reading! One more chapter left! I’m so thankful for everyone who’s read so far, and I’m so glad that @minseolltang inspired me to write it! Don’t worry though... Yoongi’s story is not the end. I love this world to much and I’m excited to continue the other member’s stories. As always... any comments are greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 49 - The surfer, the nice guy and James’ brother

In the previous chapter: Eddie's in San Diego and his friend Craig visits him. He also teases Eddie about Angie and asks to show him a picture, since he's sure he's got at least one. Of course he's right. Grace goes to the beauty salon Meg works at to have her hair cut, they talk about her relationship with Stone. Grace thinks they're at the very beginning and she's not in a hurry to take things to the next level. Angie flew to San Diego for the Mookie's show, but she finds out the concert will be the following day and that Alice in Chains' backup band for that night is someone called Pearl Jam that she doesn't know.

“Angie, wait, calm down! Could you talk a little slower, please? I didn't understand shit. I've never heard so many words coming out from your lips all at ones. I mean, I probably never heard you say so many words in general since I first met you” Meg stops me as I'm trying to summarize all the disasters occured to me during the few hours passed since we said bye this morning. Anyway, wasn't that joke mine? We've been living together for less than a year and she's already started talking like me.

“I'd love to if I had an unlimited stash of quarters, but that's not the case” I say right as I put some more coins into the payphone.

“Ok but you sound like a 33 record pitched up to 45, you're scaring me. What do you mean the show was canceled? Where are you now? And what's this music?”

“Livingston Taylor, I'm in a café. I don't know if it was canceled of Eddie simply mixed up the dates. The fact is the concert is tomorrow, at least for the Alice guys. No trace of Mookie, neither today or tomorrow, they're nowhere to be seen...” I explain answering her questions in reverse order.

“From what I can hear, a bar for suicide candidates” she asks, showing she understood only the first part of my answer.

“Can we talk about the music selection of this place another time?”

“And who the hell is Livingston Taylor??”

“I guess the answer is no. It's James' brother”

“Does he sing too? How do you know him?”

“I'll try again: can we go back to my problem?”

“Are you sure Mookie's are not there? Take a better look”

“I'm sure Meg, I checked. There's someone called Pearl Jam... never heard of her, she sounds like a country singer. Or maybe it's a band. Or a bunch of bands getting together for a jam, I don't know”

“Country? What the fuck does country music have to do with Alice? And are there jam sessions in country music?”

“I have no idea, I only know the guys are not there”

“They must be there, maybe the bill is not updated!”

“The fact is I'm fucked anyway, because if you're right, then they're playing tomorrow night and not tonight. And I already have a flight booked for tomorrow”

“That's not a big deal, you can change the date. Didn't you take two more days off to go visit your parents?”

“Well, yeah...” I wrap the phone cord around my finger a little tighter.

“Ok, so you'll go back to Idaho another time and now you'll spend a few days in California, I can't see the problem” here's surely a better place than the one I was planning to go, anywhere is better.

“With what money? And where will I sleep? I don't even have clothes with me, I brought almost nothing with me” I have another pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts and I think I'm gonna put on one of the t-shirts right now because I'm starting to sweat with this jumper. I already need to go to the bathroom anyway.

“I bet it's hot down there though, you don't even need clothes” she chuckles, knowing that she's just making me more nervous.

“If you're trying to be funny, you know, you're failing miserably”

“And I doubt Eddie will complain about your lack of clothes... I mean”

“MEG!”

“He'd be happy about it I think”

“What about we just cut the crap and focus on my problem once and for all?”

“This problem again! What's the problem? Just go see the guys and they'll find a solution”

“Thank you, no, thank you very much, Meg. Without you, I would have never thought about it! Where the fuck to I go?! I don't know where they are”

“Ok, call Eddie?”

“If I could call Eddie, do you think I'd be on the phone with you? I don't have the number...”

“What do you mean you don't have it?? You talk on the phone every day”

“We don't talk every day!” I answer maybe a little too loudly because the two guys sitting at the closest booth turn around at the same time and glance at me “Anyway, I don't have the number of the hotel, I don't know where it is, he's always the one who calls and... Wait, Grace! Give me Grace's number, she must have it” I go on in a lower voice, holding back my enthusiasm for the sudden brilliant idea.

“Mmm I doubt it, as far as I know he's the one who always calls too. But we can try. Wait, isn't she working today? Wait, I'll check” I can hear Meg moving around in the apartment, she's probably looking at the front of the mini market through the window to see if our friend's at work.

“I don't think so, Ian should be there. Try and come up with another idea, better before the next ten seconds, I'm almost out of quarters”

“Kelly, just call him! He must know where they are staying. Wait, I'm gonna get the number, I have it, I'm sure” this time I clearly hear hem run, surely towards the phone table and I can also hear her open the first drawer, that always gets stuck and is hard to open, as she's looking for that fucking business card that's been there for ages and we never needed before. And we won't even need it now actually.

“Curtis is here in San Diego with them, he's not in Seattle, where the fuck do I find him?”

“Shit... well... but Susan is here, she didn't leave with the band!” she adds, finally catching my attention with something interesting.

“How do you know?”

“She had told me she wouldn't have followed them. I met her and Chris at the Lemonheads concert, the one you didn't came to because you had to be asocial” she points out as I keep on hearing her rummage into the drawer.

“That is studying for the exams. Come on, give me that number” I encourage her with new found hope.

“Uhm... what should you say first?” she laughs and I figure out she's now finally holding the Curtis and Silver management card in her hands.

“Oh Jesus, I should say don't get on my fucking nerves and give me that fucking number. Please” I joke as I retrieve a pen from my backpack.

“Sweet little darling, if you ask me like this, how can I say no?”

I hang up with the promise to keep her updated about where will I and up and immediately make a new phone call, putting the coins that the payphone has just spat back into the machine and dialing the number that I scribbled down on the soda receipt.

“Curtis and Silver, good afternoon” I recognise the voice of Kelly's wife, what's her name? It's on the tip of my tongue...

“Good afternoon!” I answer, my anxiety disguised as absolutely unjustified enthusiasm “Can I speak to Su... ehm, with Miss Silver?”

“I think she's already gone to lunch, who is it?”

“Fu... well, I'm Angie, Angela, Angela Pacifico. I needed to tell her something, it's pretty important” I hope I managed to cut the word fuck before she could hear it.

“Ha you're the guys' friend! Wait, I'll try and put you through her office, if she's still there she will answer for sure” Peggy, that's her name, recognises me and immediately switch the call to Susan's room.

As the phone rings I'm on edge the whole time and not because I'm afraid I won't finde her. I mean, I have the number now, if I don't find her right now, I can still talk to her later after lunch and even if she didn't come back to work, I could as well contact her through Chris or calling her on that mobile phone she always carries with her. The reason is I'm embarrassed, I don't wanna seem the typical clueless naive young kid that just leaves like that on a plane without getting actual detailed information first and then gets in trouble and can't find her way out of a paper bag. I'm also pondering on what to tell actually: what can I do, ask her for the hotel address and take another cab? That'd mean spending more money. Do I ask her for the number and call them asking to come and take me? That'd mean ruining the surprise. Unless I...

“Silver” Susan answers surprising me when I was about to hang up.

“Susan! Hi, sorry if I'm bothering you, I'm Angie, Meg's friend”

“Hey! Hi kiddo, I recognised your voice, you know?”

“Oh really? Great! What... what's up?”

“I'm fine, I was about to leave actually, you were lucky to find me. What about you? Can I help you?” she asks me, kind of puzzled, since I never called her before. I'd better just tell things straight without beating around the bush.

“Yeah, actually you can. I'll be very fast and sorry again fot bothering you but, you know, you're like the only one who can help me right now”

“What the hell did you do?”

I briefly explain the situation and the fact her reply consists in a big laugh makes me feel both calmer and extremely stupid at the same time.

“Haha so you're telling me you don't know Pearl Jam?”

“Well, no. Is it a band?” I say and I really appreciate Susan's passion for music, but I wish she'd focus on my problem now.

“Pearl Jam are Mookie Blaylock, it's the new name of the band, didn't they tell you?”

“WHAT?!” I yell through the receiver and the Nets cap of guy nr 1 lifts up towards me “No, nobody told me”

“But you know they had to change the name, right?”

“Mookie sued them?”

“Hehe no, at least, not yet. Anyway it could get them in some legal trouble, so they had to change the name at some point, possibly before the album release. And before people started to remember them by a name that was destined not to last. So they changed it now”

“And why Pearl Jam? Where does it come from? What does it mean?” I ask curious, forgetting for a moment I am in a café in San Diego, a city I don't know, right in front of a club where my friends won't show up until tomorrow night.

“Hehe you should ask them! Anyway, back to you, you should have called me from the airport, you're basically on the other side of town.

“I knew that, I'm always so lucky... Ok, give me the address” I sigh as I turn the receipt the other way round and point the pen at the still blank corner.

“Don't worry, I'm gonna give the guys a call and have someone come pick you up”

“Oh no, Susan, you don't need to, really, I can get there myself!”

“No way, I'll feel definitely more reassured if I know you're with Jeff or Stone”

“Ok, but... do you have to call Stone or Jeff?”

“Why? What's the problem?” she ask perplexed.

“No, it's just... well, the reason I got caught up in this mess is that I wanted to surprise them and now if you tell them, it woud all have been useless, you know”

“Ok, I can call someone else... I can call Eddie?”

“Eddie's always part of Mookie, I mean, of Pearl Jam. The surprise was-”

“What if I send you Sean? Or Layne? I'm gonna call one of them, the first one I find, ok? So we're ruining the surprise for just one band instead of them both, what do you think?”

“A-alright, it's ok for me!”

“Right, I'm gonna call right now then! Sorry kid, I gotta leave you now, I'm already late”

“Oh no, no problem! I mean, thank you for saving me and everything”

“You're welcome, I'm calling them now. Bye babe!”

“Bye. Oh wait! Could you now-” I try and add something, the last condition, but Susan has already hung up. Is she already calling my saviour? She won't call him, right? I'm not so unlucky. Or am I?

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“And now? What's wrong with you?” the radio station I'm listening to starts to fuss as I turn into el Cajon Boulevard. Fuck, right when Queensrÿche were on. I fiddle with the car radio for a while, then turn it off irritated. I'm nervous, I admit it. It's not been that long since I last saw her, but it seems ages. Even further in my memory is the last time we talked. When? At the Music Bank maybe, when she told me of chlamydia. I saw her again later but I kept my distance. That was our last conversation. And now that I think about it, it wasn't that bad, I mean, we even said goodbye in the end. At some point I got a memorable slap, ok, but after all we had a normal, peaceful conversation. I remember she even laughed once or twice, who knows why. I hope I can find something to make her smile this time too. Will she expect I'll be there? Well, she knows I'm here too, I mean, she came here to Seattle to see us, she knew she'd have found me as well, didn't she? And what if... No, Jerry, hold on, don't even think about it. Do you really think she came here for you? Why? To tell you what? If that was the case, but it isn't, she'd have come here to tell you, I don't know, that she got over you and totally forgot you. But she's not here for you, she's in San Diego to see Stone and the others and maybe, yes, to see us too, and nothing else. She didn't come here for you, but despite you.

I pass the club we're playing tomorrow, but Angie's nowhere to be seen. I drive for a few hundred yards further until I find a hole to park the van and walk back to the place; as I get closer to the venue I see our name on the outside getting bigger, but I still can't see Angie. I'm right in front of the entrance and take a look around, two girls marching arm in arm pass before me and one of them looks and smile at me, while her friend talks to her excitedly. She turns around twice more once she passes me by. I smile back until I remember why I'm here. Even though she's not here for me, I don't think it's a good idea to have her catch me flirting with other girls as I wait for her. I take my eyes off the girl's ass and notice another girl sitting on the sidewalk outside the café on the other side of the road. She's got purple hair. No, blue. No, a little bit of both. She's wearing mirrored shades and a Misfits t-shirt and I got the feeling there's a nice pair of boobs under that skull. I watch her as she lights up a cigarette and she notices me right when she's putting the lighter back in her pocket. At least, that's what I think, I can't really tell because of those sunglasses, I can just assume where she's looking at. And I think she's looking at me. Actually, I think she's staring. Can't I just stop it?! The girls stands up straight away, throws a dark backpack on her shoulder and looks left and right before crossing the road. She gets closer and smiles and I look around hoping that Angie won't show up right now and see me approaching a girl. Even though now it's the girl who's approaching me. Why do I have to get girls even when I don't want to?

“I should have known that, among everybody, Susan would have called you” the unknown girl complains and she's not unknown anymore.

“ANGIE?!” to say that I'm surprised would be an understatement. I didn't get any girls and I'm an asshole.

“Were you waiting for someone else?” she takes off her big shades, revealing her frowny expression I'm crazy for and I'm instantly brought back to the time when we were together.

“What... what the fuck did you do to your hair?” it's the first thing that comes up to my mind to tell her. Good job, Jerry, you're great at handling conversations with ex girlfriends.

“I wanted to change a little” she shrugs.

“And you call this a little! You cut it all!” I grab her arm unceremoniously and have her turn around to examine the length of her hair, thinking that maybe she just cut it on the front. No. She had at least half of her mane cut.

“It's not like I'm bald”

“I can't believe it, your beautiful hair...” I whine inconsolably as I hold one lock of hair and look at it miserably.

“Don't exceed with compliments, huh? Or I'm gonna end up building castles in the air, you know” she says ironically. But is she really ironic? What does she mean with castles in the air? That she'll end up thinking I still like her? Because I do. I like her a lot, even with a bad haircut.

“You look fine, Angie. It's just I don't really like this hair style, I can't lie”

“Really? Since when?” she gives me a sneering grin and I feel it's only the first of many direct shots I'm gonna get from her for this couple of days. I must say I'm glad to let her shoot me if this means I'm gonna spend some time with her again.

“I should have seen this one coming”

“You don't even like the color?” why is she asking me if I like it? Why should she be interested?

“I like blue, whereas purple... meh... Anyway, the length is the main problem” I'm such a jerk.

“It's more practical this way,” she explains gathering up her hair with her hands and tying them back with a scrunchie “especially when it's hot”

“It's not even that hot, it's just that we're used to Seattle, wet cold simply penetrated our bones” I'd have never imagined to find myself here in San Diego with Angie, talking about the weather, but I'm so happy right now that it seems I have been wanting this for ever.

“Yeah, there's a big temperature difference. I'm gonna get ill as soon as I'm back in Seattle, I know, but it doesn't matter”

“It was worth it, wasn't it?” I point at the van and gestures for her to follow me.

“Hehe yeah, that's for sure” she chuckles. She's laughing. And I didn't even have to make an effort for her to do it. I hope I won't be the one building castles in the air. Maybe it's too late though.

“Anyway, she called Layne” I tell her after a long silence break I didn't mind, also because I filled it by turning the radio on immediately.

“What?”

“Susan. She called Layne's room, I was there by pure chance and picked up the phone”

“Lucky me” she sarcastically remarks looking outside the window.

“Fate likes to play from time to time” just like this moment, when they announce It's love by King's X on the radio.

“Who are you sharing your room with then?”

“Uhm?” such an underrated band.

“I thought you were staying with Layne. You're with Sean, right? You wouldn't stand Mike for too long”

“Don't underestimate me, I've known Mike for ages and I can stand him easily. And when I can't bear him anymore, I know how to make him shut up”

“You're with him then” why is she so interested in my accommodation?

“No”

“Kinney? I told you”

“Actually, no”

“So you've got your own room like real rockstars?” she looks at me and giggles and I can't believe it because the last times our eyes met before today she looked like she was going to puke at best.

“No, I... I'm not staying here with the guys. Well, I haven't been here in the last few days”

“And where were you?”

“In L.A.”

“By yourself? With friends? Wait, with a female friend, right?” her smile is replaced to her well known nauseated grimace.

“Well, yeah, you guessed it right”

“Knowing you, it wasn't that difficult” she shakes her head and I figure out that if I don't explain myself I'll fuck up our conversation, which has been going pretty well up to now.

“It's not what you think though...”

“I don't think anything” she bitterly snaps back and she looks like she's thinking a lot of things, very bad things of course.

“She's a friend in need”

“It's none of my business, Jerry”

“It's Xana”

“Xana... isn't that the name of-”

“Andy's girlfriend”

“Oh. Is she in Los Angeles now?”

“Yep. And... she's not doing very well” I use an euphemism. It's almost been a year and things only get worse. She can't find peace in herself, honestly I think she's not even looking for peace. It's like she didn't think it could be possible for her, like she wanted to suffer, even though she always shows her tough side and hides her weakness. I don't like the direction her life has taken.

“I see”

“And to me she's like a sister, nothing else”

“You don't have to justify yourself, really”

“Ok, but I wanted to explain all the same”

“You don't need to explain to me that you're a nice guy, Jerry, I already know that”

“Do you?” is she really telling me a nice thing?

“I do, you're the one who tends to forget it, a little too often”

“Ah. Well, yeah, it can be...” it's not really happening “I'm not an asshole then?”

“Sure as hell you are, but it's just masking”

“Like undercover policemen?”

“Exactly, you're one of those who've just commited too much to the role”

We get to Point Loma area in half an hour, probably the faster thirty minutes of my life. I wish it lasted much longer.

“We're almost there”

“Thank god! It's too hot in this van” she remarks leaning her head a little more out of the open window.

“As soon as we become rich and famous, we'll buy one with air conditioning, I promise”

“Once you become rich and famous, you won't even remember what my name is” she jokes without turning to me and keeps on looking at the sea. Are you afraid I'll forget you? Only yesterday I thought you'd have willingly cut out the portion of her brain occupied by the memories about me with a box cutter if only it was possible, but now...

“I don't think so”

“SUNSET CLIFFS. They do surf in here I guess” Angie reads aloud the sign on the road that indicates the national park area.

“Yeah, Eddie often goes to a beach that's right next to the hotel. He's always subjecting us to psychological pressure and convinces us to follow him. Wanna bet we'll catch him there?”

Five minutes later we're on the road that leads to Rodeway Inn and I slow down so my passenger can inspect the coast and the waves as I drive.

“I can't really tell the figures in the middle of the water. He's not on the beach anyway”

“He must be in the water” I shrug as I park the van, then get out and jog to the other side to open her door while she's still looking outside the window.

“Thank you. Does Layne know I'm here? He didn't say anything to the others, did he?”

“Nah, he knows, but he also knows he must keep his mouth shut. I told him to gather everybody in the breakfast room with an excuse”

“Breakfast room?” sha asks taking her camera out of her backpack and hanging it around her neck.

“Yeah, well, a small room with four tables where it's impossible to sit down and you gotta eat while you're standing up” I explain as we walk close to each other and if on one hand it seems unbelievable, on the other hand it seems the most natural thing to me, as if we never stopped being like this and talk and relate to each other this way.

“It's normal for musicians to get up late and have breakfast at 3:00 in the afternoon anyway, nobody would suspect anything”

“Hi guys!” I enter the room and see my bandmates plus Stone and Jeff engaging in a game, whose rules I immediately understand: if you throw the paper ball right into the bread basket in the centre of one of the tables, the other guy drinks a shot of Jameson. I guess the true point of the game is not to be thrown out of the hotel.

“Hey Jer, did you know Mike has bad aim?” Stone, who's perfectly sober like all the others minus one, makes fun of my bass player, who's clearly putting on a show.

“That ball is rigged I think, it takes weird turns” Starr mumbles.

“I think it's your brain cells that are taking alternative ways and now they're lost” Sean laughs and nudges him so hard he almost makes him fall off the chair.

“Aw come on, do you have to embarrass me right now that I've brought a girl with me” I try and play my part, but Mike's trying hard to make me give myself away and fuck this whole surprise up.

“She's right outside, she'll be here in a minute”

“Anyway, if she's dating you, she's already expecting the worse anyway, she won't get shocked” Stone goes on and I foretaste his reaction when Angie's gonna get into the scene and he'll think I was playing an act, not knowing that she dated me for real.

“Well, let her decide though” I say the words we agreed before, the signal for her to get into the scene.

“OH. MY. GOD!” the first to start screaming is Jeff, I don't know if it's for the surprise to see her here of for her hair, or both. Stone, although he's already used at Jeff's behaviour, finds his reaction to an average girl I hit on a little too much, so he gets closer and tries to understand who's the mysteroius girl now imprisoned into the bassist's bear hug. All this enthusiasm starts looking exaggerated to me too now.

“Hi Angie. California has strange effects on you, am I wrong?” Gossard finally recognises her as soon as Jeff lets her go and seems really calm, although I know he's screaming internally, mostly because he's just won the bet.

“Really? I can't explain, I was normal when I left, as soon as I landed in San Diego my hair turned shorter and colored by itself. Do you think I should be worried about it?” Angie jokingly wraps a lock of hair around her finger.

“Nah, it's totally normal, I found myself with dreadlocks as soon as I got here” Layne says when it's his turn to say hello to her.

“Hey Angie! You look good anyway, you look... you look older” Sean is about to stretch his hand, then notices he still holds the game ball in it. He puts it in his pocket then shakes Angie's hand.

“Angie! Heeeeeeeey!” Mike has a stupid smile I don't really like plastered on his face and hardly keeps his eyes open, but it looks like he saw Angie pretty well.

“Is this supposed to be the effect of California on him?” Angie gives him a pitiful look as he tries to stand up from his chair.

“No, this is the effect of games he suggests himself” I answer and I'm sure I'm not wrong.

“Did you come here all alone?” the bass player asks searching with his eye for someone else behind Angie.

“Well, yeah, the delegation of fans from Seattle has only one member due to circumstances beyond our control” she explains kind of embarrassed.

“That's so much better! It's a perfect chance to get to know each other a little more” Starr puts his arm around her neck and I'm about to do the same to him, only clenching much tighter. What is this jerk trying to do?

“It's rather a chance to have you get to know some of us...err... in a different light” Jeff speaks before me and lifts up Mike's arm letting her free from the drunktard's grip.

“A... vintage light!” Stone adds and reminds me about the bet itself. I have to choose between cop and cowboy.

“What do you mean?” Angie looks at us one by one, but we know better than tell her anything, even Mike keeps his mouth shut.

“No, darling. You surprised us, now it's your turn. Wait and see” Layne somehow grabs our bass player on his shoulders and makes him sit back down in his place.

“Talking about surprises... I've already had one, but I can't see the responsible” Angie looks around as she places her backpack on one of the tables and opens it, searching for something.

“Eddie's on the beach. Responsible for what?” Jeff asks confused, immediately guessing who Angie was referring to, while she takes a sip of water from the bottle she took from her bag.

“Hehe he got me in trouble”

“WHAT?!” Starr yelps out of the blue making all of us jump, but he doesn't have the chance to say anyhing else, since Angie explains the misunderstanding with Vedder about the concert date.

“So I'll have to change my initial plans a little” she states, gesticulating with the water bottle still in her hand.

“Don't worry, we're gonna find a solution” Layne tries to reassure her with a pat on her back.

“Anyway Eddie's at Ocean Beach with his friend Craig” Ament explains pointing at an indefinite space outside the balcony door.

“Is it far from here?” she asks putting the backpack back over her shoulder.

“Nah, a five minute walk, I can take you if you want” I suggest jokingly stealing the water bottle from her hands. Maybe I'm pushing too far, right?

“Thanks, I'm gonna go and tell him off. See you, guys”

“Oh yeah, tell him, just... tell him everything, ok?” Stone says bye with his usual stupid grin. What did he mean? Oh well, 80% of Stone's jokes makes no sense, the other 20% is simply not funny, so why should I make an effort to understand?

We leave and walk from the hotel straight to the waterfront, in silence, alone again, finally.

“No wetsuits though” she says after a while.

“What? Who?”

“I mean, some people have them, but not everybody. The water must be warm” she goes on, watching surfers riding waves.

“Or maybe they're just crazy”

“Did you try?”

“Yes, I told you Eddie can be very convincing”

“Hehe I know”

We get to the point where you gotta descend, we turn left into the narrow lane that leads to the staircase to the beach. I let Angie walk ahead and she goes quickly down the stairs, looking back from time to time to check if I'm still following her. She keeps on smiling at me and I'm starting to think that maybe she's on drugs, that California has a strange effect on her and not just on her hair, that the hair dye intoxicated her or that maybe it's not Angie, but some lookalike, a robot that took her place and now smiles at me. Halfway through the stairs she stops, she leans against the railing and just stays there apparently enjoying the view, than takes a picture of it with her camera. I see her snapping shot after shot, as I take this mental picture of her, so happy as I haven't seen her in a while. At a certain point, I see a big smile widening behind her camera, which she promptly puts down.

“I think I found the surfer” she explains resuming the quick walk down the stairs.

“Did you see him?”

“Yep, he's with another guy. Does Craig have blonde hair and a soul patch?” she asks without turning back.

“Yeah, that's him” I answer, but Angie's already on the beach and probably doesn't even hear me. Yeah, that's him I repeat to myself as I focus on the two guys walking towards us dragging surboards. When I set foot on the sand, Eddie's already left his friend and his board behind and he's quickly walking to meet Angie. No, actually he's running.

“I can't believe it!” I hear it exclaim and this is when I finally see it. I see what I hadn't seen untile now, because it wasn't there or because I didn't notice it, because I was looking for it in the wrong place, I looked everywhere but there, with him... or maybe because deep inside I knew it was right there and didn't want to see it. I see the way they run at each other, the way they look at each other, how they move, how they play and joke. Eddie shakes his wet hair splashing Angie, who laughs and tries to protect herself. I'm a few steps away now, but it's like I'm far light years from them. Eddie nods at me and Craig waves at me, I don't know if they also said something, I can't hear anything, it's like I'm not here, maybe it's because I shouldn't be here, with them.

“I think I'll head back to the hotel” I hear myself say at some point, the sentence must have come out automatically.

“Hey, tell the guys the bet will be paid tonight, ok?” Eddie says, as if I cared at this point.

“Hahaha I can't wait!” I blatantly lie to hide my disappointment.

“Can you please tell me what is this bet about?” she huffs.

“You'll know when the moment comes” Eddie retorts getting his surf board back from his friend's hands.

“Ok I'm gonna go then” I say again, I don't wanna stay here with these two lovebirds another minute.

“Bye Jerry, and thank you” Angie smiles at me again and I finally figure out why she can do it now: the truth is she just doesn't care anymore.

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“Big Audio Dynamite are not bad, I like them” Eddie says coming out of the water.

“They're too experimental for my taste” I grab my board and follow Eddie along the water's edge.

“Experimenting is good”

“You know I prefer rougher sounds”

“Angie?” that name comes out from nowher, I look in the same direction as Eddie's eyes.

“Your girlfriend? Where?”

“No, I thought I just... no, nothing” Eddie shakes his head and keeps walking.

“We've been under the sun for too long if you start hallucinating”

“Shut up, Craig”

“Or maybe you're just so much into this Angie girl you see her everywhere”

“They're about to release a new album anyway”

“It could be a close race in the charts for your band and them then”

“Yeah, sure”

“When is your album coming out anyway? In June?”

“August, if everything...”

“If everything what? Goes well?” I ask him but when I turn around to talk to him I notice he's not next to me anymore, he's a few steps behind me.

“I can't believe it” he mumbles to himself.

“I know what you mean, this project is surely more ambitious than Bad Radio. And from what I heard it's not bad at all and-” I walk back towards him, but my friend leaves his trusted board on the sand, dribbles me and walks away, slowly at first, then very quickly. It takes me a while to notice the other figure, a female one, walking as quickly in the opposite direction, running right towards him. A short girl with colorful hair, a Misfits t-shirt, jeans, backpack and some serious professional camera hanging around her neck. What if...

“I can't believe it!” he repeats aloud then his running ends up right in mystery girl's arms. Well, maybe she's not that mysterious after all.

“Eddie!” the girl protests as he picks her up.

“I love your hair, it looks so good on you!” he remarks putting her back down, but still holding on to her hips, and now I can only pick Romeo's board up from the sand and drag it together with mine as I join the new found lovers.

“Thank you”

“I can't believe you really came”

“You annoyed me so much about this that I had to”

“That was my exact purpose.” Eddie takes her hands and laces his fingers with hers “You're beautiful”

“How long have you been under the sun, Eddie?” she lets go of one hand and place hers on his forehead.

“I told him it's about fucking time to rest in the shade a little. Anyway, nice to meet you, I'm Craig” I let the boards fall on the sand and shakes the girl's hand so that she's forced to let go of Eddie's one.

“Hi I'm Angie”

“I supposed so”

“I can't believe it, you're actually here, for real” Eddie repeats like a broken record and hugs her again.

“I swear until a minute ago he could say other words too, you know. I don't know what's got into him, I have suspects though”

“Hehe, come on, Eddie, stop it! You're getting me all wet!” Angie complains and it takes all my strength and self control not to say anything, no jokes, no double entendre, nothing.

“Oops sorry” Eddie abruptly lets her go, then starts vigorously shaking his head left and right just like dogs do as they get out of the water, spreading droplets of sea water everywhere.

“Hahaha you're an idiot, stop it!” Angie covers herself with her hands, then uses her backpack as a shield.

“When did you get here? And how?”

“A couple of hours ago, by plane, then I got a ride here” Angie turns around and points at Jerry, that I only see now, standing a little further on the beach, and who says hi nodding his head.

“So you're the famous Angie, I finally get to know you” I chime into the little comfortable silence between the two of them where I felt like I was in the way.

“Famous? What do you mean?” Angie frowns a little.

“Well because Eddie often told me about you, I mean sometimes, you know, he mentioned a couple of interesting things and I was curious to meet you in the flesh” as I go on I try and reduce the amount of times Eddie talked about Angie, also because my friend is giving me bad looks.

“Interesting?”

“And then, let me tell you, pictures just don't do you justice, you're much cuter in person” Eddie clearly needs to wake up a little. He clearly doesn't do anything to hide his interest towards Angie, but at the same time he's as blatantly not able to act practically and do something. So there's only two things a friend like me can do to help him: A) just bitching him out in front of Angie about how he's so into her and everything and basically throwing him into her arms; B) jokingly flirting with Angie a little to make him jealous. I think I'm gonna test both techniques at the same time for the moment, let's see what works better.

“PICTURES? WHAT PICTURES?!” she asks alarmed and when Eddie gives me a nasty look I know I hit the nail right on the head.

“What pictures? Uh yeah, maybe I had a couple of polaroids from the show at the Moore with me, I took a lot of pictures, you know, to try the new camera”

“I think I'll head back to the hotel” Jerry interrupts Eddie's clutching at straws for a moment.

“Hey, tell the guys the bet will be paid tonight, ok?” Eddie told me about this bet that, if I remember well, was right about Angie. But I think he's only suddenly interested in the bet 'cause he wants to drop the subject and not 'cause he can't wait to spend the night dancing 70s disco music.

“Hahaha I can't wait!” remarks Jerry, who must be part of the losing team.

“Can you please tell me what is this bet about?” she asks rolling her eyes and puffing.

“You'll know when the moment comes” Eddie doesn't give in, he points at his surf board at my feet and I give it back to him.

Jerry goes away and now I'm officially the only one left third-wheeling for them.

“Anyway, I should punch you” she threatens him suddenly.

“Don't get sore over a little thing like that, you'll find out tonight”

“Not for that.” Angie gets closer to Eddie, and to me as a consequence, and slaps my friend on his shoulder. Are those eyelids so naturally long? Is it mascara?

“Ouch!” Eddie complains, but he doesn't look unhappy to me.

“This is for the light bulb”

“What light bulb?” I ask perplexed.

“It's a long story” Eddie cuts it short. What the hell are these two doing?

“And this is for making me mess up today” she adds with another slap on Eddie's hand.

“Mess up? What do you mean?”

Angie explains the misunderstanding about the date and Eddie suddenly feels the urge to try sand baths and bury himself.

“Fuck, Angie, I'm sorry! I'm an asshole”

“Ok, it doesn't matter, it means I'll stay here one more day”

“I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry you'll stay longer, I mean, I'm glad you're with me, with us, I'm sorry because I caused you trouble, in general” Eddie suddenly forgets how to talk.

“Well, since it's all your fault, now you have to help her, that goes without saying” I come in with the best assist Eddie could wish for.

“Sure! I'm gonna take you to the airport first so you can solve the tickets problem”

“I can go by myself Eddie, you don't need to”

“The fuck you're going by yourself! And then you'll obviously be my guest, you can stay with me these days”

“With you? Do you think the hotel will add one more bed? How much is a room instead? Anyway, I'll need to pay and I didn't bring much money with me, I could give it back to Kelly as soon as you get back to Seattle, that's if he accepts to lend me some. If he doesn't I should have s-”

“Angie, stop. You don't need to borrow anything, Eddie's not staying at the hotel, he's got his place here” I point out way before Eddie opens his mouth.

“Your place?”

“Yeah, it's not far from here. It's small but there's a lot of room” Eddie finally says something after he let me do all the work.

“And surely there's room for Angie, right Eddie?” I elbow my friend, who must be hating me right now.

“Of course there is... Only if you want, of course”

“Well, considering my situation, you've just made me an offer I can't refuse” Angie accepts and I wasn't expecting anything different.

“Great! So here's the plan: we go take the car, take Craig home, then go to my place, I'll have a shower, you can rest a little, put away your stuff, freshen up, have a shower too, get a bite to eat, whatever you want, then we'll head to the airport and solve the problem I created, ok?” Eddie's just become a chatterbox and I'm quite impressed by the number of words he's just pronounced.

“Mmm I can walk home anyway, I live just a stone's throw away from here” I count myself out immediately, he hasn't seen the girl for weeks and I think it's better to leave them alone as soon as possible.

“Are you sure?” Eddie politely asks, but his eyes are already silently thanking me and kicking me away.

“Yeah, don't worry. Bye Angie, it was a pleasure.” I take her hand and kiss her palm and at this point I expect Eddie to kick me for real “See you tonight, for the bet”

“Ah you're in this too?” she questions as I let go of her hand.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world. See ya tonight guys!” I walk away, then stop a few steps ahead, torn between climbing up the stairs or following the path further on. I choose the stairs, turn around for a second and there's already no trace of Angie or Eddie anymore. Eh my friend, both Angie and I laid perfect cards for you on the table, I hope you'll play them right.

#grunge fanfiction #pearl jam #susan silver #jerry cantrell #alice in chains #layne staley #sean kinney #mike starr #stone gossard #jeff ament #eddie vedder #pearl jam fanfiction

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 7 years

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“we are so (thot) married”

i was bored so i decided to write a parody of the first chapter of my good comrade @theseerofdoomisunaltered‘s magnum opus “we are so (not) married”, if i have time maybe ill do the rest but no promises bc im a lazy inconsistent bitch lmao

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hizashi was fuckin PISSEd!

he was angery and is upset bc shouta THAt dumB THOT had gone and goetten himself injured AGEIN!!!! he hadnt sleeped in 69 hours (hehe) bc he was 2 busy gettin turnt with tha bois (painkillers and mowten dew) and had goten into a fite with some villens (fourth graders) bc they sed cats were lame.

showta got carried by on a stretcher and hibachi pissed himself and not even in the kinyk way. paremdedics kept hziashi from geting close to the stretcher or the room shota is carreid into. “shit boi u fam?” a nurse asked.

“no’ mic sobbed loudly. “we;r emore like,, friends wtih benefits? as in, i beneFIT this dick up his ass ayy lmao” he lamaoed thru his tears.

the nurse kept askieng quetions but hizashy was sobbing too loudely to hear so he just said yes bc why not its good enouff 4 improv rite? the nurses let haizashi pass so he RAN into shotuas room, screming so loudly he killed like four people and a dog.

shoauta looked like he’d gotten fucked by knife dicks in all six holes at once. one of his legs was being held together with silly string and glue (aizawa was sniffing the bottel) and he was covered in blood and helo kitty bandaids. to put it simply he looked fine as fuck and mic was super fuckign horny for him but his teeers killed his boner

“mike u ignoernt slut ur so fcukin loud” aizawa moaned, taking a big hit from the glue bottle.

hizashey wanted to screm but he didnt want to get sued for murdeer again like last time so he kept his mouth shut by tenderly taking the glue bottle from aizawa and shovig it up his own ass.

“wat, arent u gonna offer me some simpathy sex?” aizawa asked raiesing an eyberow.

“maybe later” hixzashy wept sobbily. “right now im too full of emotion and ass glue to present my mic up ur bootyhole.

aizawa tenderly patted mic on the cheek with his scotch-taped cock (cock tape) and then licked the tears off his nuts. “its all good in the hood”

“All is N OT good in the hood you jelly filled fucknut!” mic screamed tearfully and angrily. “what if u are is DIED??? then the two of us could never cha-cha real smooth again!??? HOW COD U DO THIS TO MEH>???? IF U DIED,,,,,,” hizsahy cried and nutted at the same time “i’d die 2 bc my gay ass cant fuckien drive but its too far to walk 2 school so id try yo drive anyway and id crash the car and die and it would be ALL UR FOLT!!!!”

aizawa just rolled over in the hosptial bed and ripped his hospital gown open,e xposing his lush bird nest of chest hair and supple pink nips screaming out for slurpage. “ur so dramatic” he whsiepred seductively. “why dont u quit the shakespeare and start suckspeareing me off?”

hizashy wiped away his tears and got to succking. the nurse walked in as hizashi was giving aizawa some eraserHEAD if u know wat i mean. she crumbeled some paperwork into balls and threw them at mic and them stormed off.

“FILL THOSE OUT YA GODDAMN TWINK”

mic fillde out the paperwork with aizawas pen(is) and tehn tenderly cradeld aizawa in his arms (carefully cupping his nuts for protecktion of course) and got on the roomba he used insted of a car bc his gay ass never learned how 2 fuckin driev. “vrroom vroom bitch” he said as they sped away at a blistering pace of .005 mph from the hospital. “the ass-magnet 9000 is in motion fuckers!”

‘take me 2 taco bell” aizawa whined. “i hav some casual craigstlist sex solicitors to meet for dinner tonite”

“NO CASUAL CRAGESLIST SEX UNTIL U RECOVER FROM UR INJURIES!” hizashi screamed. “IM GONNA TAKE CARE OF U, U BIG SALTY BABY” hizashy was super mcfuckin gay for aizwa so watching him get fucked the hell up and then just want to immedetly get back on the plow horse (so to speak) and jump into th e casual craigslist sex wasnt fun.

hziashi did a sick ollie off his roomba and knocked the door down with his throbbing erection only to promptyl start sobbing when he got a dick splinter.

“u dum fuck thats wy u shoud go thru the door like a normal person” aizawa grumbled as he sucked out the dick splinter. “for fucking out loud even that 5 dollar thottie ALL MIGHT, SYMBOL OF PEACE TM goes thru doors like a normal person.” shouta thought for amoment. “well except for the one time at that christmas party in april,,”

“well YEAH but if i didnt kick down the door dick first wat kind of pro hero wold i be?” hizashi protested

“one wihtoout dick splinters”

“ya ok tru”

hizashy threw aizawa over his shoulder like a thicc sack of poatatos and caried him 2 his lightning mcqueen racecar bed where they made the sekcs for 35 seconds before aizawa fell asleep. mic, exhausted from the hwole dick splinter fiasco, fell aslep too, resting his head on shoutas soft pillowy ass.

he woke up the next morning when nemuri broke down his door and started kicking his ass “HIZASSHI YOU STUPID BITCH HO W D ARE U GET MARRIED WITHOUT ME????”

tensei, who had been wheeled in in a weelbarrow, slapped mic in the face with one of those rubber stretchy extendy hands that he carried around for that express purpose. “YEAH YOU WHORE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BRIDESMAID DAMMIT I ALREADY HAD MY OUTFIT ALL PICKED OUT I WAS GONNA WEAR THIS DANK ASS SONIC THE HEDGEHOG COSPLAY AND U FUCKERS R O B B ED ME OF MY HAPPINESS”

“wat in the fresh hell are u talkign about?” hizash asked confusedly.

tensei whipped out his rose gold iphone 69 and hsowed hiszashi a news report that said “THEY GAY BITCH” followed by a picture of mic and aizawa doin the scooby dooby doo on the hospital bed.

“Everyones shook af by the news that screme mcmeme, also known as president michael, and iceicezawa are married!” the report said. there was a picture of one of the paramedics mic had accidently murdered with his screaming. before dying she had apparently tweeted to the news and told them that mic had said YEAH when she asked if he was married to the patient shoota and so now everyone in the world new they were gay and thogth they were married!!!

some ppl like tensei and nemuri were happy (about the marriege anyway, in general tensei wasnt happy bc his twitter had got hacked and the entire internet could see his turbo-nudes and his ingeniDONG) but there were some bitch ass hos that were not plesed with this developement.

for example endevor had posted in the yuotube comments of a video entirely unrelated to the marraige thing “these daM hOME OF SEXAULS keep ruinging eeverything with their GAY AJENDA!!!! my son looked at a Gay once and hes fuckin gay now, thx oBamA!!111! THIS IS THE FUTERE LIBERALS WANT!11! present mic?? more like present CUCK!!1!”

hizashi dropped the phone. how was he gonna explain this to the internet? how was he gonna explain this to shouta?!?????

tune in next week for more fuckery, i can probably get this done in three chapters lol, if not three then DEFINITELY six, it sure would be wild if it ended up being nine chapters huh lamao

#bnha #erasermic #tag yourself im present cuck

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rigginsstreet · 7 years

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how would season 2 of riverdale look like if you were writing it? (also please don't hold back on the word count for this ask)

everyones gay. the end.

no ok i will try and go for a realistic version of what i think season 2 could have been. i mean personally i think its realistic to have all the parents be gay but whatever. (*edit from future briana. lol i aint make this shit realistic everybody G A Y) also this is probably gonna be all over the place cuz i have a lot of problems with a lot of characters story arcs so just...we’ll see what happens. also also this is obviously focusing on the parents im sure the kids will get mentioned at some point in regards to certain storylines but for the most part i dont watch them so i dont know what the fuck theyre doing unless it pertains to an adult. ok here we go (i hope you know what you asked for by saying dont hold back on word count...)

lets just get the obvious out of the way FRED AND FP WOULD HAVE SO MANY FUCKING SCENES IF I WAS RUNNING SHIT LIKE THEYD PROBABLY BECOME THE MAIN CHARACTERS SUCK A DICK ITS THE SHOW I DESERVE I DONT CARE WHAT YALL WANT

like from season 1 i had this vision of how i wanted s2 to play out

fp was gonna find out fred was shot, alice was gonna go visit him in jail about it or theyd meet up when he got out and they were gonna team up to avenge fred. thats what shouldve happened ok fight me. THE ONLY APPROPRIATE F*LICE INTERACTION

and then fp was gonna take care of fred. they were gonna work on their relationship. shit was gonna get dramatic but it was gonna be beautiful because ultimately they would realize theyre both the best friends each other ever had and they were better together than apart.

and thats how the whole black hood thing would be dealt with and we never had to hear about it again

and then with the introduction of hiram and everything going down with the lodges buying freds company + fps dealings with hiram and hermione in the past and the bad blood there that was just...completely dropped... fred and fp were gonna come up with this master plan to screw over hiram and get the company back and then theyd go back to working construction together and happy days would be on the horizon.

with that being said.... hiram and hermiones storyline this season is honestly the only interesting worthwhile thing. im not mad at it

im a little mad at archie joining the mafia like for one, anyone who knows anything about mob culture, you dont let outsiders in. and if you do, its not that fucking easy. its like “run some errands for me let me put you through some tests. ok youre family” no. i mean i get we’re on the cw but this was really the ...not even pg13 this was some g rated mob shit on archies part but whatever

lets hop on over to the coopers

i called from the beginning that chic was gonna be up to some bullshit and the narrative thats going right now with hal being painted as the bad guy and running off to penelope and alice running into fps arms is absolute utter Garbage™

what SHOULDVE happened (and granted the story is still playing out but lochlyns got a new show and thats very sus to me so... im expecting the worst) is chic comes in all innocent at first and maybe hals still put off, reasonably so, but this clearly means a lot to alice so he sticks it out. and as chic lets his freak out and the family has to deal with this, they grow closer and become more bonded and alice and hal become stronger as a couple and when all is said and done they eventually decide to go to couples counseling or family counseling and everybody works out their bullshit and they all start their journey to becoming a stable fucking family unit

ok now penelope. she’s another one that im actually for the most part enjoying her story but this whole hal business?? unrealistic

what they needed to do was just let her have her ho business and live her life

and also tell cheryl to stop running her mouth

like i really dont need them to have a great relationship personally like fine if they did whatever but cheryl kinda annoys me so penelope telling her whats up is no skin off my back

oh and this whole homophobic business? NOT IN MY SEASON 2

or if they really wanted to keep this contrived ass heather story to give cheryl some depth or whatever, then the least that could happen is it be revealed that penelope is gay herself and was scorned by an ex lover (alice) and was taking it out on her daughter

and then that could come to light and they talk about it and penelope eventually accepts she’s gay and she can be open about it now and she goes on to get herself a beautiful rich powerful girlfriend and my girl pen is set bitch !!! (i will also only accept alice and hal breaking up if alice too comes out and ends up with penelope)

somebody was coming out of my version of s2 gay i mean listen i could also write you a thing about how fp and fred could still get together ...

YOU KNOW WHAT LETS FUCKING TALK ABOUT HOW FP AND FRED COULD GET TOGETHER WHY THE FUCK NOT ITS MY SEASON 2 IMMA DO WHAT I WANT ITS 20GAYTEEN

fps been spending all this time around fred nursing him back to health after the shooting

and theyve been able to work out all their unresolved bullshit

plus them teaming up to take hiram down

theyve been spending many a cold winter night together

old flames are rekindling

they both notice they each keep finding little reasons to touch one another

theyre stealing glances when they think the other one isnt paying attention

they start to notice how fucking happy theyve been together theyve both become so playful and intimate with one another

theyre at pops one night having milkshakes

fred has whipped cream on his face

fps trying to tell him where but fred keeps missing it

theyre both laughing

fp reaches over and swipes his thumb softly over the corner of freds mouth

their laughter starts to die down as they both realize theres still this spark of electricity between them

its been sitting there under the surface this whole time waiting to blow up

next thing they know fps leaning over the table to kiss fred

its soft and sweet and gentle but filled with such passion and urning its been so long since anyones touched them like this and god all the memories of their secret high school hookups come flooding back its like no time at all has passed they just fit together so well

ANYWAY now that fps with fred and this whole north v south thing is going on its creating a whole bunch of tension and like imagine all the drama that would come from the leader of the serpents dating riverdale mayor fred andrews oh my god ??? sign me the absolute fuck up where is THAT iconic storyline

speaking of fred

where the fuck is that pill addiction huh??? we gotta throw that in for drama ok i NEED. IT.

and then mary gets called into town and fp mary and archie are coming together to get fred through this. holding a fucking INTERVENTION ???

alice can show up too why not

bring hal

hermione maybe? like i know in her heart she probably cares but maybe dont have your ex gf who is also a mob boss show up at your intervention....

although that would make for a good fp x hermione showdown

hermiones invited

what else do we need....

i need alice and hermione

i dont know in what capacity i just know i need it

we definitely need a moms night out episode which would be hilarious because it just ends with alice and penelope making out and hermione and mary making out and sierra is facetiming tom like “please come pick me up”

speaking of sierra i dont mind this storyline with tom i just wish we could..actually see it...

OH I ALMOST FORGOT SOMETHING SO IMPORTANT HOW DARE I! I NEED FP RAISING HIS SERPENT KIDS !!!! AND MY S2 INCLUDES JOAQUIN OK I MISS HIM JUST GIVE ME FP TRYING TO HERD JOAQUIN AND FANGS AND TONI AND SWEET PEA AND I GUESS JUGHEAD CAN COME ALONG TOO SINCE HES ACTUALLY FPS SON... WHATEVER

god i just want fp and fred having date night down at the whyte wyrm and tonis pestering them about sharing stories from high school and how they fell in love and she wants to hear all the hot gossip and jugheads like “no gross i dont want to hear this”but joaquin an fangs and sweet pea are ENTHRALLED like they wanna hear everything too they wanna know about all the stupid shit fred and fp used to do to land in detention

OH OH AND THEN WE CAN HAVE A WHOLE THING WITH PENELOPE AND CHERYL HAVING A HEART TO HEART ABOUT PENELOPE BEING IN LOVE WITH ALICE IN HIGH SCHOOL AND WE GET PARALLELS OF THEM AND CHONI

i told yall this shit was gonna be all over the place

hell maybe even gladys played by neve campbell would show up at one point so fp can see his fucking daughter thatd be neat

and gladys and fp decide to end things for good and go through with the divorce but its amicable and theyre friends. she could move back to riverdale but then im thinking of jellybean having to be taken out of school... so maybe they stay in toledo but gladys and fp come up with a plan for holidays and summer vacation and its all just very pleasant ok.

if we want to go with the tragic heterosexual version of riverdale, i fully support gladys and fp getting back together btw its what god wants

but so long as we’re living in my lala fantasy land.... fp ends up with fred and gladys and fp call truce

alice and fp would be F R I E N D S

no ones hiding no dead bodies

no ones making weird inappropriate comments about leaving spouses

alice is not going serpent!alice on everyone

gross

get out of my face

theyre friends and they banter a lot but theres still a deep PLATONIC love there for each other

ok i think i covered everything i wanted.....

am i delusional?

maybe

but is my version more fun?

absolutely

#this is a mess but so is riverdale so at least i stayed in theme #briana answers things #Anonymous

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