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rayslittlekitten · 1 year

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I Almost Told You That I Loved You Ch 14

Chapter 13 | IATYTILY Masterlist | Chapter 15

A/N: Look y'all. This is a bit of a hot mess. I mean, it's supposed to be, but like, it's a hot mess. Had to carefully walk a very thin line with how I wanted Jax to come off. This hasn't been beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 1,956

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! reader

Plot: This takes place shortly after Tara leaves Charming. You start working at Teller-Morrow and an unlikely and messy relationship forms between you and Jax.

WARNINGS: non-con/dub con elements, oral sex (M receiving), protected P in V sex, fingering, triggering momenets, degradation, humiliation, name calling, face slapping, angry Jax, anxiety

This feels all too familiar, except this time you know what’s bothering him. You can’t seem to have a drama-free night out with him in this smalltown.

“Are you okay?” you look over at Jax who clearly still looks pissed as he’s driving.

“I’m fine,” he grits. “But that asshole better hope I never see him again, because I won’t be so courteous next time.”

“Forget about him. You’ll just give him the satisfaction and prove him right.”

“About what? That I’m a thug? That I’m some stupid, low life criminal? I’ll make him regret his words,” he growls.

“Exactly!” you exclaim.

“So you think I’m stupid too? Not classy enough to eat in a place like that?” he accuses.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You shake your head.

“You just agreed with–”

“No, I’m on your side Jax, but by acting out, you’re just giving him what he wants.”

He just continues to look ahead with a scowl on his face, gripping the wheel until his knuckles are white. He’s shaking his head while still seeing red, and you don’t mean the traffic light.

After a few quiet moments, you reach over to his lap to put your hand over his.

“Hey.”

Jax looks down at your hands and then over at you.

“You’re better than those people,” you tell him. “You’re the prince of Charming and one day you’re gonna be the king and then you’re gonna be the one looking down your nose at them,” you state as-a-matter-of-factly.

Jax studies you while waiting at the light, taking in your words also as his eyes scan your face and body.

It almost frightened you how that just so quickly and smoothly came falling out of your lips. Years of having to praise and stroke your ex’s ego is so ingrained in you, that you didn’t even have to think about it. It was a reflex. Your heart is now racing and adrenaline is pumping waiting for his reaction.

“You’re right,” Jax nods, smirking. “That guy is probably on our payroll and he doesn’t even know it,” he chuckles.

You smile and let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“What a fucking idiot,” he shakes his head.

You relax back into the seat looking straight ahead, relieved his mood has eased up. Your head jerks back to him for a moment when you feel him gently squeezing your fingers with his own and caressing you with his thumb. His eyes are focused on the road and can still see remnants of his hurt lingering on his face, but you smile at him anyways and give him a squeeze back.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you see him pull into a secluded area surrounded by overgrown weed and tall barb-wired chain link fences with a DO NOT TRESPASS: PRIVATE PROPERTY sign hanging from one of them.

“You’re gonna service the king,” he finally answers.

Once he parks and shuts the car off, he takes no time to smash his lips against yours while releasing his seatbelt. He hungrily sucks on your mouth and licks your tongue. His blonde beard scratched against your face so hard, you know it’s going to leave a burn.

You’re thrown off by this spontaneous makeout session. You knew sex was most likely happening tonight but not at this moment, especially after what had just happened at the restaurant. You can’t complain though. Horny Jax is much more pleasant than Angry Jax, although you’ve noticed sometimes there’s an overlap.

As one of his hands massages one of your breasts, the other works quickly to undo his belt and fly of his pants. You unbuckle your own seatbelt and turn your body towards him. After he successfully frees his hard cock, he jerks himself a few times, testing the rigidity of it.

“You wanna be a good little cock whore for the king?” He asks after breaking the kiss.

Just as you nod, he fists your hair and pushes your face down to his crotch.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Jax commands.

For a moment, you tense up, jarred by his sudden aggression, but you then push the tip of his thick cock into your warm wet mouth when you feel his grip on you loosen. You reposition your body so you’re kneeling on the seat to get a more comfortable angle and leverage. You start slowly, taking your time to lick and lube him up with your spit until he glides comfortably between your lips. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke. As you move up and down his length, he reaches behind you, pulls up your dress and palms your ass, rubbing it and giving it a squeeze.

“Mm. Your mouth feels so good,” he moans and then starts thrusting his hips upwards.

His fingers slide over between your legs, teasing you through your underwear. You moan around his cock as you rock back against him. He pulls your panties to the side and dips the tip of his middle finger into your slick hole, feeling how wet you’re getting.

“You like sucking my dick, don’t you?” Jax asks rhetorically. “You get so fucking wet when my cock is in your mouth.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks down, watching his cock go in and out of your mouth. He gathers and bunches your hair to get a better view, but he also starts to move with you, his fist following you as your head bobs up and down. You hear him hiss and feel his grip tighten when you swirl your tongue around the rim of his tip.

His finger plunges deeper into you and you try to fuck him as you suck him harder, but he’s not allowing you to experience full penetration yet so you whimper. His ring is also in the way but you don’t even care if that goes in as well.

“Look at you,” he laughs. “So fucking needy. You really want this dick, don’t you?”

You pull him out momentarily and jerk him to look up at him and nod.

“Mm hm,” you answer, but your face is shoved back down to his crotch.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Jax asks.

You slip him back inside your mouth and start to deep throat him.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He slips another finger inside you and starts pumping in and out of you, going in as far as your pussy would allow him. You clench around him and continue to deep throat him, coming up for air before you can gag.

“You’re so good at this,” he praises you. “Do it again.”

You wrap your lips around his cock and dip back down to deepthroat him again, swallowing down as much as you can, eliciting a moan out of him. As you come back up, he pushes his hips up and holds your head down, preventing you from moving.

“Fuck, yessss,” Jax throws his head back against the headrest and arches up against your face.

You end up gagging on his cock, one trigger hair away from choking on your dinner and spilling it all over his lap.

He eases the pressure and you instantly pull him out, taking a deep breath and a moment to gather yourself.

He pulls his fingers out of you and grabs your chin. He tilts your head up towards him seeing your mascara-smudged misty eyes looking back at him.

“You’re a queen,” he says as he drags his thumb over your shiny pouty bottom lip as he looks down on you, admiring your tear-streaked face. “My queen.”

A proud smile plays on your face.

“Queen of sucking dick,” he smirks and lets out a chuckle while slipping his fingers inside your mouth.

You suck and lick on his fingers, tasting yourself like it’s your reward for being crowned this new position. You want to satisfy him and there can’t be any higher slot than a royal majesty.

“Now sit on this throne and ride me like the good little cock whore that you are,” he commands, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your face and smearing your lipstick. He then smacks your face. It wasn’t hard, but the slap was as unexpected as realizing that you might have liked it.

You sit up and reposition yourself. As you work to pull your panties off, you see Jax reaching into the glove compartment to pull out an opened box of condoms. He takes one out and tears it open before slipping it on himself. He adjusts his seat back to make room for you and pats his thigh.

You hike up your dress and straddle him, reaching down to grasp his hard cock you’re hovering over and align yourselves until you finally sink down. He groans and you start riding him, bouncing up and down on him, holding on to the back of the seat as leverage.

Jax moves his hands under your dress to your ass. He palms it, squeezing hard with both hands while guiding you. This is the first time actually that you’re on top of him. He’s always been the one in the dominating position. Even still now, he is.

When you lower yourself, he grips your hips and holds them down while pushing his up against you. A guttural noise slips out of him while trying to fit all of himself inside you. You can feel heavy pressure on your cervix and you stiffen up. You try to ease the discomfort, but he’s not giving you any breathing room.

“Jax…” You wiggle on his lap and try to push yourself off a bit again. “You’re too deep.”

“Is my dick too big for you?” he asks smugly. “Because you sure do take it well for a good girl.”

You instantly freeze up and feel your mushroom risotto threatening to come back up again.

“Don’t call me that.”

Jax’s eyes are on your face for a moment, confused.

“Good girl?” he asks with a raised brow. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I–”

“No! Don’t fucking call me that!” You snap back and then quickly dismount yourself from him, moving back to the passenger seat.

Jax looks over at you and studies your face with knitted brows.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asks while you’re looking for your underwear.

When you find it, you pull it back on, but you never answer his question.

He silently looks down at his still hard cock and then back at you, trying to process what just happened.

“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologizes. “I won’t call you that ever again.”

You glance over at him with crossed arms, clearly still upset, and make eye contact with him. He looks sincere.

“I promise,” he adds.

Jax notices your body’s defenses easing up as you look away.

“You alright?” he asks.

You simply nod.

“Hey,” he cautiously reaches over to gently grab your chin and turns your face towards him.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks again.

“Yeah,” you answer. “I’m sorry about that. Can we please go?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll drop you off.”

Jax pulls the condom off his limp cock, tossing it out the window and then pulls his jeans back up before starting up the car.

“Can we go back to your place instead?” you suddenly ask.

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly, looking at you intently.

You nod.

“That is, if I’m still your good little cock whore,” you bite your lower lip.

The corners of Jax’s mouth slowly turn up.

“My queen,” he praises as he reaches over to affectionately pinch your chin.

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hotshot624 · 1 year

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✨🐞Bullet Train Agere Headcanons: Flip LadyBug 🐞✨

Hi so I just wanna say that I've never written anything for Bullet Train so this is definitely going to be absolutely horrible but it's the best I could do. Hopefully other people in the Agere community who can write better than me will see this and feel inspired to make an actual good headcanon, but until then y'all are gonna have to deal with this horse shit. Enjoy🥰

(Non of the images below are mine. I found them all on Pinterest)

✨🐞Regressor!Ladybug Headcanons 🐞✨

(this was the softest picture I could find of him soooo. I think he looks small in this but I understand if y'all can't see it the way I do)

Wanted to try out age regression after Barry, his therapist, suggested it to him after the events of bullet train (obviously Ladybug didn't tell him everything but Barry still knows that my mans somehow got more traumatized than the last time he saw him, believing whatever bullshit lie Ladybug came up with)

Was a little confused at first when Barry told him about it and after he went home to do some more research he decided to give it a try

He didn't regress immediately but after a few weeks of trying, he was able to and it's now one of his go too coping mechanisms

His age range is 3-6 years old, so he's not like a super little guy but he's still smol

While he usually does have great control, sometimes when something really triggers him, he does end up slipping

Maria had to find this out the hard way since of course Ladybug forgot to tell her this important information before accepting another grab and go mission

So obviously during the supposably "easy" mission, Ladybug's bad luck decided to show it's ugly face and lo and behold poor Ladybug ended up accidentally killing a bunch of people and no matter how hard Maria tried to comfort him, nothing seemed to calm poor Ladybug down, resulting in him slipping :(

Now Maria had no idea what was going on with him and why he sounded so scared and she swore it sounded like he was crying. Thinking that he just had a head injury, she very gently talked him through getting him out of the building he was in and to a spot where she could go and pick him up

When she did pick him up, she could see that he was indeed crying (poor boy☹️) and even had his thumb in his mouth while hugging his knees to his chest. She tried to soothe him while driving, and it's only after they were in the safe house she had set up for him, calmed him down some more, got him to bathe, had him change into some comfy clothes, even letting him cuddle against her as they watched TV, that she finally had time to think about what was happening with him and realized that he was age regressing

From that day on she dubbed herself his unofficial caregiver. She says she's only looking after him when he's little because she doesn't trust him to do anything stupid alone when he's small but we all know it's because she cares about him so much. Ladybug is just happy he has someone to take care of him because having to take care of yourself sucks when all you wanna do is play with his toys or watch cartoons all day long

Her nickname, as wells as Lemon's, for him when regressed is "Littlebug" and he loves it so much, it makes him feel so soft and fuzzy and, most of all small. Unfortunately this has the same affect on him when he's big and if he hears either of them say it he immediately starts to slip and has such a hard time staying big. Sometimes when Tangerine wants to be a dick or wants a play mate (hint hint to the next headcanon I'm working on hint hint) he'll teasingly call him "Littlebug" and with only a little cooing and some baby talk, Littlebug comes out to play!

He is just the sweetest regressor. Like he's super polite, always saying "please" and "thank you" and is almost always smiling too! He very rarely argues when he's told it's time for bed or to eat his vegetables, only times he does get upset are usually when he's just tried or had a really bad day

He's also very affectionate, wanting to cuddle with all of his friends and no matter how busy they are, they always make room so he can cuddle with them. He also loves giving kisses on people's cheeks. The only downside is that his lips, for some odd reason, are always like....super wet when he's regressed? If that makes sense. Like it's as if he's constantly licking his lips, especially when he goes in for a kiss so prepare to be covered in slobber!

His nicknames to call his current caregiver usually are just shortened versions of there names

Like Lemon is "Lems", Maria's just being "Mari". Even tho Tangerine's isn't really his caregiver, he calls him "Tang".

He has a crate full of calico critters toys

He loves how cute they look and they make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He wasn't really able to play with them when they came out because 1. He was an adult and wasn't regressing at the time 2. They were considered "girl toys" and 3. He was in the army (idk if that's actually true but for my headcanon he was before he started doing whatever the hell you would call what he's doing now). But now that none of those things matter to him anymore and he's allowed to freely indulge in playing with whatever he wants without having to worry about what others think of him, he buys as many calico critters and their accessories as he can find.

While he owns most of the figures, his favorite and main family he plays with is the Stripped Cat family. He just thinks they look super cute and even owns the little baby twins you can get separate from them. He also owns the family cruising car, country tree school, the school bus, family seven seater, as well as all of the housing add ons, and a good amount of furniture. He makes a lot of money with the few missions he goes on, so he's gonna buy whatever the hell he wants. He deserves to indulge in himself every now and then

He owns only a few other toys but their just random ones he found at stores that caught his eye. They range from stuffed animals to action figures to Legos.

His favorite show to watch while regressed are the care bears and the teenage mutant ninja turtles. It usually depends on how small he's feeling when he picks one of the shows, with younger being care bears and bigger being the ninja turtles

Likes drinking from sippy cups, ones with handles when he's smaller and ones without when bigger

While he still seems to have his bad luck with him while he's regressed, for some odd reason, it's not as severe as it usually is when he's feeling big. The worst that happens to him when he's regressed is spilling his drink on himself, tripping on thin air, or just getting minor injuries like paper cuts or scrapes. They're not minor to him tho, and he needs colorful band-aids as well as emergency kisses to make the better. And no matter who's looking after him, be it Maria or Lemon or hell even Tangerine, they all scummaged to his wobbly lip and teary eyes and give him kisses on his "very serious injuries". (Why is this so cute to think about 😭😭)

This kid puts literally everything in his god damn mouth, literally no one knows how he's still alive with the amount of diseases he probably now has

And I'm not talking like his hand or maybe an occasional toy (even tho he does put those in his mouth). No. I'm talking like sticks. Rocks. Jewelery. His hair. Hair brush handle (specifically wooden ones). Other people's hair. Literally everything he sees goes in his mouth. Lemon, on many occasions, has had to wrestle multiple TV remotes out from his fangs while Maria sits on the couch cuddling with an equally amused regressed Tangerine on her lap (another hint hint to one of the other headcanons coming up hint hint)

They do end up getting him some teething toys and some chewlery, since he doesn't like pacifiers that much, and he'll use them if he's reminded to but usually he just forgets they're even there and just opts to putting other things in his mouth and chewing on those instead

Has like a weird relationship with bugs. Like on one hand he thinks their super cool, being able to name a bunch of them and even owning some graphic kiddy looking T-shirts and onesies, but god forbid a touches him. He will stand their in shock for a few seconds and without warning, screech at the top of his lungs so loud, like he could put a banshee out of a job loud. BUT DON'T KILL THE BUG! As much as he hates being touched by bugs, he still doesn't want it to die

Littlebug: *screams bloody murder at the ant on his arm*

Lemon: *runs into the room with a Glock out ready to shoot anyone who so much as breathes in Ladybug's direction* What! What's wrong luv?!

Littlebug: *unintelligible frantic mumbles and whines as he franticly shakes his arm with the ant on it, gesturing to it with the other hand, with tears and snot running down his face*

Lemon: *sighs in relief knowing nothing's actually hurting him* Right. Alright, come ere, I'll kill it for ya.

Littlebug: *eyes now the size of saucers, screaming and crying harder* NO, DON' HURT 'IM

Lemon: *now completely exasperated* well then if you don' want me to kill it, what you want me to do about it luv?

Littlebug: SOMETHING! JUS DON' HURT DA ANT! THAT'S MEAN AND HE DON'T DESERVE IT! HE MIGHT HAB A FAMILY LEM!

Lemon: *sighs even louder, knowing he's literally not even getting payed for this*

Alright so this is turning out to be a super long ass headcanon and we're only half way done so maybe I'll do a part two for regressor!Ladybug, but to wrap it up, Ladybug is a sweetheart regressed or not (but more so regressed) and I just love him sooooo much but now we're gonna move on to the other part of the headcanons that I've been waiting for and are gonna be even worse than these so buCKLE UP!!!

✨🐞Caregiver! Ladybug headcanons🐞✨

(no stop because this look was so caregiver of him. Again maybe it's just me, but like I'm telling y'all, this screams caregiver energy)

One of the nicest caregivers you'll ever meet

Probably to like exist ever

He really does enjoy taking care of people and he loves kids so it's a win-win for him

He's also super supportive of any type of healthy coping mechanisms, so he totally would never judge anyone for something like this

He's a very sweet and playful caregiver. He loves playing any games that his little came up with, always playing along. He'll do silly voices and dumb little moves just to get them to laugh and it works every time

100% shares his toys with his little if they want to play with his toys. He'll play any character that he's told to play as without a problem. Well there is one problem actually. Sometimes when he gets really into playing with the toys, he'll slip accidentally. The good news is now his little has Littlebug as a playmate! Bad news is they don't have a caregiver to look after them and now have to go call Maria or Lemon to come and babysit. Luckily for two of them, Maria and Lemon love babysitting

Type of caregiver who likes to swing his arms when he's holding his littles hand. Sometimes he'll even skip with them when there walking somewhere and it's just so cute omg😭😭😭

Lemon is Tangerine's number one caregiver so I think you can guess who's Tangerine's second one is 😌

It's Maria.

Ladybug is Lemon's last pick and Ladybug tries not to be offended by it but sometimes it gets to him.

Like honestly, you shoot someone in the throat ONE time-

Little!Tangerine loves him though and gets super excited when he finds out Ladybug is babysitting him. Caregiver Ladybug is just so sweet and fun to be around so who wouldn't be excited to be with him

Only downside to having him look after you, is that he can't really cook for shit.

I mean I'm being a bit dramatic here. He can cook very basic foods like Mac n cheese, grilled cheese, pasta, burgers, and PB and J sandwiches, easy stuff like that. But like literally anything else he somehow manages to ruin. Like I'm talking it literally is no longer edible

Ladybug: * slowly shuffling out of the kitchen, covered in what looks like food* so um......Who wants take out?

Small Lemon and even smaller Tangerine: *look up from playing on the carpet* Me! Me! I wan it! Me!

Maria: *who was watching them on the couch* Take-out? Why the hell would we get take out? You were just in the kitchen cooking for like 30 minutes, what the hell happened?

Ladybug: We'll you see-

*Cut to them staring at a lump of....something on the counter that is somehow burnt and raw with one half covered in seasoning and the other half bare with a fork that looks like was cooked in it*

Ladybug: so um....yeah... it's... it's not as bad as it looks

Maria: I'm pretty sure feeding this to someone is considered a war crime..... I'll just go make an order for some Chinese food while you find a way to dispose of this without it burning a hole through Earth's crust

Ladybug: *mumbling to himself* now your just being mean...

ANYways

He loves reading/telling stories to his little. He'll read whatever story his little picks out for him, even if it's one they've read for the past two weeks, he'll read it with as much energy and enthusiasm as he did the first time. If his little wants him to make his own story, you best believe it's gonna be the best god damn story you've heard in your entire life. There full of adventure, comedy, drama, and sometimes romance depending on what his little wants to hear. He always adds in a reason for the story like "that's why you should always be nice to others" or "never bottle up your emotions" or something like that if that makes sense

He's really good at helping his little calm down if something upsets them or triggers them. He's great at breathing methods, the 54321 exercise, and just anything that can help someone from having a panic or anxiety attack. He ALWAYS makes sure to comfort his little afterwards too. Though depending on what his little is comfortable with depends on on how he'll comfort them. If they don't want to be touched he'll just sit next to them and talk in a soothing voice and try distracting them by telling them something that happened today or a mission he went on (a kid friendly version of course) or putting on their favorite show. If his little is okay with touch, he'll wrap them up in a blanket and cuddle them on his bed, running his hands through their hair and stroking their back as he rocks them gently

He's also very good with regressors of any age. Depending on how old his little is (and personality) depends on how he'll act with them

Like for example, Lemon regresses to a pretty high age, somewhere between 6-8, so Ladybug can be a little rougher when playing with him, like wrestling or playing with nerf guns, and not have to worry about him not understanding what he's doing and thinking he's being mean. He can also play different games with Lemon, like video games or board games or things like tag, since little!Lemon would have a better understanding of it than a younger regressor

Ladybug is also good with younger regressing people like Tangerine who regresses from 1-3. He's very gentle with Tang, talking to him in a silly voice or a soothing manner depending on Tangerine's mood. He'll play with blocks with him or sit down at a minni table and eat the "delicious food" Tang makes in his little toy kitchen. He also plays baby games like peek-a-boo or paddy cake or tickle monster (actually he plays that with any age, just younger regressors a little teensy weensy bit more) with no shame. Ladybug is having way to much fun being able to play around with Tang for a even a whisper of embarrassment to come to him

He's really into physical contact with his little if they'll allow him. Whether it's holding there hand, giving them a hug, cuddling, or picking them up, he's loves every moment of it. Positive physical contact with a loved one or friend is great for someone's mental health and Ladybug is a big supporter of this fact.

While he does a have a bunch of rules like not staying up past a certain time (depending on current age of regressor), eating all of your veggies, or not allowing more than one cookie/ treat before dinner, he's not very strict with them and if they beg hard enough, he'll usually break and let them have what they want

There are somethings, however, that are big no nos in his book and no matter how good their puppy eyes are, they won't get away with. Examples are like throwing things or hitting either him or especially someone else. Just because you're upset, doesn't mean you can hurt other people and makes sure to tell them that. Bottling up emotions until they burst out are on the list too. He's right there and he makes it very apparent that they should always tell him if something is wrong even if it's embarrassing because it could effect their metal health and make it worse for themselves in the long run. He also hates lying. Lying is a form of mistrust and when his little lies to him, he sees it as him not being a good enough caregiver that they felt the need to lie to him. He also now thinks that he can't trust his little with certain things like staying up a little later or any other privileges because he doesn't trust them that they're okay and aren't actually that tired or stuff like that

But usually things like this very rarely happen so he's usually very chill

All in all, Ladybug is a great caregiver, being so sweet and understanding, as well as a super cute regressor and it think he's just the cutest thing ever thank you very much

(I just now realized how many more headcanons I have for Regressor!Ladybug than I do for Caregiver!Ladybug so everyone just ignore that and pretend there's a even amount. Okay? Okay.)

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IT'S FINISHED! FINALLY! I'm so sorry this took so long for those of you who were waiting. I had a lot going on, that being me being incredibly sick and even throwing up unfortunately as well as being in excruciating pain, but luckily I'm doing sooooooo much better than before. I would like to say that it's been like more than 4 months since I've written something so if you're wondering why this was absolutely garbage than this is why. I know a bunch of people were looking forward to this and I'm so sorry to y'all cuz I feel like this wasn't what you guy's were expecting, like I hype it up to be so much better than you guys thought it was gonna be so I do hope you guys liked it especially those who were so kind and sent me things showing me how excited you were for it. My next headcanon is gonna be for Regressor/Big Sib!Tangerine so if any of you want to send me some headcanons so I could put them in feel free! Just make sure I can see your @ that way I can credit you! Okay that's all for now, have a great day/night/whatever happening where you are and I love you guys so much, byyyyyyeeee 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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this is so random but can you do a fluff headcanon of seeing his s/o in a kimono for Sakusa, Suna, and Atsumu. And maybe kuroo, komori, and kita too I watch this todomomo CD drama the other day where the two saw each other in festival and they're like so cute frickin' cute todoroki compliment Momo, being kinda open towards her, and Momo just being really soft and cute makes me giggle and smile.

AHHH that is just such a good idea. I'm always so soft when they see each other wearing yukata's or kimono's at festivals. I only wish they had that sorta stuff where I live too 😭🤚💕💕💕✨

And omg yghhhh todomomo is such a cute ship, like I genuinely adore them both so much >:(

The boys seeing their cute s/o in a kimono

Characters: Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Sakusa

Warnings: none

Atsumu

Okay so Atsumu would definitely be extremely smooth. like he's internally freaking out and thinking you look so adorable!! but on the outside he's just trying to play it cool so you don't catch on.

His eyes would literally not leave you and he's just taking in how you look the entire time.

“yer ready ta go babe?” with this hot ass smirk on his face.

You're just blushing and you nod and follow him, your geta making sounds beneath you.

When you reach there, you're buying takoyaki, and you ask him if he wants some.

He ends up eating almost everything, like what the heck, man?

Apologizes and buys you more.

Would definitely try to show off and win you stuff at the festival to prove how manly™ he is, and also hopes he impresses you in the process.

“hey babe, watch me win this for you” and he's having a full-fledged war with the kid he's competing with.

He ends up winning and sticking his tongue out at the kid. Because it's basically canon that his mental age drops to 5 when he's competitive about things.

You just ruffle his hair and congratulate him.

Would definitely do the whole yawning and bringing you closer to him thing, when you've decided to take a break and rest.

He's trying to be slick, please don't call him out.

Your friends text you, telling you about the firecracker show and you ask Tsumu if he'd be okay to stay for that.

He practically jumps!! at the chance!! I mean, more time spent with you is always good :]

Asks if he can have your first kiss under the firecrackers. He's a consensual king

After you say yes, he'd just gently cup your face and lean down (WE LIVE FOR MFING HEIGHT DIFFERENCES!!) and kiss your lips gently at first, as the sky is filled with bursts of colour.

Y'all definitely end up making out but that's a different story

Walks you home after everything is over, and tells you how much he liked spending time with you on the way home.

“ya looked beautiful today, y/n-chan” and he has the shyest look on his face.

You kiss his nose and walk inside, leaving him flustered on your doorstep.

Kita

Plans this weeks in advance, after hearing about the festival, and musters up the courage to ask you to go with him.

You jump at the chance. At first you think the whole team is coming along, until a flustered Kita says “i hope it would just be the two of us.”

Your eyes widen and you're both just blushing messes looking at the ground.

You both arrive early, and laugh, seeing how you had the same idea to come a bit earlier.

He looks at you in the kimono and takes a few deep breaths before genuinely complimenting you in the most poetic way possible?

“your beauty is unrivalled, y/n-san. Even the brightest lamp is nothing when compared to the radiance you emit.”

And you're just so Mcfreaking flustered™?????? Like where did he learn how to make your heart go doki doki like that omg

You guys would probably be very rational about making your way around the festival.

Food first, and maybe we'll play some games later?

He definitely pays for everything ugh, such a gentleman, eventho you told him it was okay.

And old lady at one of the stalls flusters the two of you by saying he has such a pretty girlfriend.

And he just smiles, with flushed cheeks. Neither of you disagree.

It starts drizzling and the two of you find shelter under a tree.

You're a bit sad about how your kimono got a bit ruined after slipping in some mud, and he gently helps your roll the area up and wipes it with a tissue.

He also smiles and tries to crack a joke by saying “the clouds thought you were so beautiful, they started crying” as he gestured to the rain.

Although the fireworks show was cancelled, Kita wrapped his arms around you and kept you warm, as you talked so many things, whilst waiting for the rain to stop.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise :)

He gently holds your hand at some point too, and plays with your fingers, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

The rain finally stops and he walks you home, thanking you for spending time with him.

You take a deep breath and kiss him before entering your house, and he smiles through the kiss.

“i've always wanted to do that” he says softly, after kissing you gently again and waving goodbye.

Suna

Going out with Suna was definitely an impromtu plan of some sort. Like he just randomly texts you, asking if you want to go and you agree.

Definitely sends you a few memes about how he can't wait and begins to get ready.

You guys meet there and both of you are just so shocked at how the other looks.

Suna thinks you look gorgeous, and he tries to tell you in a teasing way. Much like Atsumu, he's trying to play it down when he's actually so flustered.

“hey dork, you don't look too bad”

You're not good at hiding your thoughts though, and you blurt out a rushed “Suna were you always this hot?” gesturing to his Yukata.

Y/n-chan I think you broke Suna.

He's just a flustered mess and he doesn't reply, instead saying he's hungry and buying something to eat. He buys one for you too, and suggests you guys walk and eat at the same time.

Definitely shows you memes and takes videos of you as the night progresses and the two of you loosen up and start doing dumb stuff.

Takes lots of pictures of you so he can document how pretty you look and keep it with him.

You pose for some, whilst some are just totally candid, with absolutely no pretense, your beauty in its natural glory.

Suna is just so whipped, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't tell you honestly, so he wipes some sauce off from the side of your lip and kisses you gently.

It's a quick peck, but it took lots of courage.

“i mean to tell you earlier, y/n, but you look beautiful in this kimono”

You smile, and he's just so super happy he got over his nerves.

“thank you Suna. I think you look amazing in your yukata” you say softly, as you run your fingers along the hem of it, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

The fireworks are just streaking bursts of colour across the sky, and you're looking into each others' eyes with so much adoration.

“just now's kiss was too short” you murmur softly as you capture him in a passionate kiss.

It gets really late, and you guys go home. He makes sure you're walking back with your friends before heading home himself.

Calls you after he reaches home and tells you he had an amazing night.

He definitely looks over all the pictures he took of you and makes one of them his lockscreen

Kuroo

I actually mean this if I could date any of the hq boys I would date Kuroo. He's such a sweetheart and I adore him to bits and pieces.

So Kuroo asks you to the festival with a bet. He's like “if Nekoma wins this match, you'll go on a date with me to the festival, kitten.”

And he has the hottest smirk on his face. Like stfu and leave some pretty for other men >:(

You're so flustered but you eventually agree.

No surprise that Nekoma wins both sets and it's mainly because Kuroo didn't let a single ball go past him, he was literally on fire.

So he's smiling and tells you he'll pick you up at 8.00.

I'm pretty sure Kuroo is a total gentlemen, so he meets your parents they totally love him and he's just waiting for you to come down when he sees how lovely you look in a kimono, and he's the literal embodiment of the 😍 emoji.

Like he can't tear his eyes off of you and you're getting so flustered, so you just drag him out of the house and to the festival.

“Such a dom, aren't you kitten?”

When you're at the festival he tries playing a game. He wants to win you something, so he's pretty serious and focused.

He ends up winning and he's all like “so I got reward for you. Do I get a reward from you?” and he's just lowering his face to meet yours.

So you grudgingly kiss his cheek but you definitely loved it, ok?

He definitely buys food and will not eat any of it unless you feed him.

Feeds you too, and takes cute selfies to post on his Instagram.

You guys end up taking a lot of selfies together and trying out all the cute filters. Kuroo's favourite picture is one of you looking at him whilst talking to him, your eyes super bright, and he's just smiling for the camera, but his eyes are on you.

Makes it his phone wallpaper on the spot, to your delight.

Informs you of a fireworks show happening in a little while, and settles down to find an empty place to enjoy it.

Wraps as arm around you because it's apparently "cold" and "your kimono won't keep you warm like his arms will"

You complain but secretly love it.

He then goes full-on nerd more and explains the science behind fireworks, whilst the colours are filling the night sky.

But he soon goes quiet after seeing the colours reflected in your eyes. He's so shy, and he literally can't help himself, he kisses your lips softly.

You guys totally smile into the kiss ugh this is so cute.

Takes you home responsibly and thanks you and your parents before leaving.

Sends you a thank you text before falling asleep, dubbing the night he saw you in a kimono "the best night of his life, to date"

I'm gonna cry Kuroo is so important to me, I love him so much.

Sakusa

Okay in my opinion, you'll have to be the one asking Sakusa out. He'll be super moody about it, but internally, he's dying to go.

You arrive at his doorstep to pick him up and he's just blushing at how cute you look in the kimono.

Like wow aight thank God I'm wearing a mask because this blush is fresh as heck +_+

Silently passes you a tube of hand sanitizer and you're so confused.

“if you put this on, we'll be able to hold hands.”

You're close to dying, no one has ever been able to touch Sakusa's hands, or hand sanitizer before. So you eagerly put it on, and intertwine your soft hands with his.

He's just so touch starved, so he holds your hand tighter as you guys make your way to the festival.

Sakusa hates it there. He waits for you to buy food before finding a secluded area to get away from the crowds.

You're also kinda glad you'll get to spend some time alone with him, so you aren't complaining.

You guys talk about lots of things, you definitely being the more flirty one in the conversation.

You suddenly muster up the guys to tug his mask down softly, seeing his pink cheeks and soft smile.

“can I kiss you?” you ask gently, eyes fixated on his lips.

“yes” he breathlessly replies, as your lips make your way to his, the sky is lit with fireworks, but the two of you hardly notice.

Your hand is tangled in his soft curly hair, and you're both blushing messes.

He walks you back, this time, and thanks you for spending a wonderful night out with him.

Low-key feels bad that you didn't get to enjoy the festival properly, so he tries to make it up to you by buying you lunch the next day. Very wholesome 10/10

[Ari's note: AHHHHH This was such a whirlwind to write it actually took me so long so I hope you enjoy this <3]

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Bottled Up Feelings, Chapter One (Cheryl/Blu) - Zyan

a/n: hi! it’s me, I’m back, after having failed at doing ficmas due to some shenanigans with my wifi, I’m determined to finish the Be Mine Week - this is a threat.

So this whole fic was inspired by a prompt I saw in @dailyau: "You’re a genie and you said I could wish for anything. I, of course, wished for infinite wishes. Oh, wait, does that mean we’re stuck together forever?“ with a thing or two changed. Also - I didn’t know wether to leave Sum Ting’s name like that or not, so I just used her real name, but she is a cisgirl in the fic. Hope that kind of makes sense.

Thanks to Frey and Grapefruit for beta-ing, and to Winter for brainstorming with me. Love y'all. Hit me up at @chachkisalpaca if ya want!

Chapter One: Crisis Chocolates.

One of Cheryl’s biggest prides was her dance studio. She’d worked her whole life to be where she was, and nothing made her happier than seeing her students become skilled dancers.

She especially had a soft spot for the little ones; she taught ballet classes on the kids, Wednesdays and Fridays and it was the highlight of her week. They were always full of imagination and stories to tell, brightening up her days by giving her a good laugh.

Another class had gone by, and Cheryl was trying to get the kids to behave while they waited in the main hall for their parents to pick them up. They were all around her, telling her about their holidays and what they’d done. She listened to every single one of them with a smile and replied as enthusiastically as she could.

She loved her children, and her children loved her back.

“Miss Cheryl! Miss Cheryl!” One of the kids called, tugging on her skirt. Cheryl turned to see Lily, secretly one of her favourite students.

“Yes, love?”

“Mommy told me to tell you she can’t pick me up, so my auntie will come instead.” Lily stretched her arm looking for something in her backpack and pulled out a note. “Here.”

Cheryl read the note trying to not roll her eyes. She knew Lily’s aunt, but they weren’t on the best of terms. She nodded with a forced smile and soon Lily was back to chatting with her friends.

She took a deep breath and swore she wouldn’t let Vivienne’s presence affect her. She’d just come, pick her niece up, and then she’d be gone. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

Cheryl tried not to worry about it, until the kids started leaving, one by one, and at some point Lily was the only left and Vivienne was nowhere to be found.

She sat next to Lily on the floor by the entrance and let the little girl ramble about her dolls and how she’d performed an important surgery on one of them, and now missed playing with her, but she obviously had to rest to get better. Cheryl listened to all of her occurrences with a big smile, forgetting, for a moment, that it was closing time and Vivienne still hadn’t arrived.

Finally, she appeared bursting through the door and trying to catch her breath, looking as if she’d ran all the way from her office to the studio.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” She breathed out, leaning on the nearest wall to catch her breath.

Lily stood up with a jump and Cheryl followed her, adjusting her bag and searching for her keys in her pocket.

“I’m so sorry, Lily love, but I had a very important meeting. You think you can forgive me if I let you eat candy before dinner?” She offered and Lily nodded, beaming, and then Vivienne’s attention fell on Cheryl. “Thank you for staying with her, I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry, I love this small bean, so it really wasn’t any problem.” She winked at Lily and they followed her out of the studio. “I will have to talk with your mom when she picks you up on Friday, though, if you’re planning to be Fairy number one at the Valentine’s Day Show.”

Cheryl turned to see them once the doors were locked and saw Vivienne pursing her lips, shoulders tense and her grip on Lily’s shoulders a bit too tight.

“Yeah, actually, since Lily’s mama’s got a raise in her job I’m gonna be picking her up from now on. I thought my sister had already told you…?” Cheryl blinked many times before she acknowledged what Vivienne had just said.

“Oh.” Was all that came out of her mouth. She chewed on the inside of her cheek until she rearranged the thoughts running in her mind. “That’s perfectly fine, so I’ll just talk with you on Friday about the cost of Lily’s costume and you can tell Emma. All right?” Vivienne nodded, her grip on Lily loosening.

“All right,” Vivienne repeated, taking Lily’s hand, clearly wanting to escape from the conversation, but she turned around one last time, much for Cheryl’s annoyance. “By the way, I’m sorry I never texted you back. I’m… Still thinking about it. See you on Friday.” She and Lily waved at her, leaving Cheryl frozen in her spot with a blind anger taking over her, as she saw the pair walk down the street.

Cheryl didn’t usually drink in the middle of the week when she had to get up the next morning for work. But this was a special occasion - she tried to convince herself as she poured glass after glass, until the wine bottle was half empty.

Why had she been stupid enough to think it’d be a good idea to mess with one of her students’ emotionally unavailable relative? And the worst part was that she never even planned it, never intended to actually make a move on Lily’s hot aunt — it just happened that they frequented the same bar and drunk Cheryl wasn’t the same as sober Cheryl.

It just happened, and six months after spending their first night together, Cheryl very much regretted it.

She sighed as she ate what she liked to call her “crisis chocolates” saved up for moments like these. Tomorrow she’d for sure regret it, but right now there wasn’t anything else that could cheer her up.

Well, except the marathon of El Bahiano, her favourite soap opera. It was from Argentina and the dubbing was awful - much like the acting - but it was Cheryl’s biggest guilty pleasure. Besides, it had drama and lesbians, so what else could she ask for?

Cheryl was finishing another glass of wine when the soap opera took yet another turn, and before she noticed one of her favourite characters was throwing herself off the cliff. Familiar “To Be Continued” credit rolled around and a voice told the viewers to tune in next week for the big finale. Cheryl spit out her drink.

“What? How dare they end the marathon there?! I need to know what happened with Lorena!” She exclaimed offended, trying to blindly reach for the remote with her free hand, as she kept cursing the TV. Then, she heard a loud crash and the place got significantly darker.

Cheryl froze, slowly turning to where there once was a lamp lightning up the living room. She left the wine glass on the table and cursed herself, stumbling to look for the broomstick.

Definitely it had been a bad idea to drink a whole bottle alone — it had been a bad idea to drink, period.

With an annoyed groan, she made the mental note to swing by Vinegar and Bo’s shop tomorrow to buy a new lamp.

“Hey girls, is anyone here?” Cheryl exclaimed as she wandered around the antique shop.

Antique Shock was owned by two of Cheryl’s best friends, Vera - commonly referred to as Vinegar - and her girlfriend Bo. They’ve had it since they graduated from college, both girls thinking it was a great use for their history diploma — besides, they loved vintage things, so why not?

Cheryl hung out at the shop all the time when she was just beginning with her dance studio and she was still learning how to cope with the attention span of her five year old students. Nowadays she barely went to visit them every other week, but they were still pretty close.

“I thought I could smell bad spray tan,” said Vinegar from the counter. Cheryl smiled as she approached her, blowing air kisses at her. “How are you, baby? It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you around.”

“Oh, please, I was here before Christmas, don’t be so dramatic.” She looked around, trying to find something resembling a lamp. “So, yesterday I may or may not have gone into a drunk rampage ‘cause—”

“Oh, please tell me it didn’t have to do with Vivienne or El Bahiano,” Vinegar cut her off and Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Y’know, I hate when you think all of my drunk rampages are either because of Vivienne or El Bahiano,” she began, Vinegar cocked a sceptical brow. “This time, it was both.” Vinegar let out a loud laugh and Cheryl folded her arms offended.

“What happened and what did you break this time?” She inquired with an amused smile and Cheryl rolled her eyes.

In all the years Vinegar had known Cheryl, she came to know that drinking when she was pissed was a tendency of hers, getting clumsier with each drink. Vinegar could say without an ounce of doubt that during Cheryl’s early years as a dance teacher she’d helped pay their bills with the amount of things she’d broken in her flat as a result of this.

“Lorena throws herself off a cliff! And they dared to end the marathon right there! I might just sue them, honestly,” she said with a tone so exasperated you’d think she was talking about real life events. Vinegar laughed again. “Ugh, I’m not in the mood for talking about Vivienne right now, like, I even ate all of my crisis chocolates, so figure out yourself if what she did pissed me off. I can tell you I need a new lamp, though.”

Vinegar pursed her lips and disappeared behind a door for a moment, coming back with a dusty box.

“We got these around Christmas, I think. We planned on fixing some of them, but we totally forgot since we have our hands full with this wardrobe we bought a few days ago,” she commented while opening it, pulling some lamps out.

The majority were tiny and had cracks here and there, some lacked a shade or a spotlight; overall pretty minor stuff. Cheryl peeked inside the box to see if there were any left, and she found one pretty weird looking.

“What about this one, V? How much?” She asked taking out the lamp. The base resembled the figure of a woman with her arms up, the paint was blue and the shade was a bit worn-off, but other than that, it looked fine.

“Huh, weird, I don’t remember this one,” Vinegar commented, lips slightly pursed. “Fiveteen pounds.”

“Deal.”

Cheryl sighed in relief when she got home, wanting more than ever to take a warm bath, eat dinner, and go to sleep.

She put some leftovers from her lunch in the microwave and sunk into the couch, looking over her unopened texts. Most of them were from the parents of her students, a couple from her friends, and one from her sister, asking if she was coming home for the weekend. A tiny part of her was disappointed there wasn’t a text from Vivienne — just a tiny bit.

A weird noise came from somewhere in the apartment, taking over her attention. Cheryl cocked a brow, looking around. She saw the box where the lamp she’d just bought was and remembered she had to clean it, the weird noise suddenly forgotten.

Cheryl took it out and wiped the dust off with an old cloth, the lamp quickly getting a shiny blue tone. She smiled, pleased with how it looked and turned around to check on her dinner.

Suddenly, there was a cloud of white smoke and she started coughing desperately, not being able to breathe. She turned back around and instead of the lamp she saw a woman sitting calmly on the table. Cheryl nearly had a heart attack.

“Shit, I forgot this was part of the deal,” the stranger said, waving a hand, trying to dissipate the smoke.

Once it cleared out, Cheryl was able to see her. The woman was short, with long orange hair pulled up in a ponytail, milky white skin and the weirdest clothes she’d seen in a while.

She turned around, almost as if she was looking for something, and locked eyes with Cheryl. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean.

“Who are you?” Cheryl managed to ask. The stranger hopped off the table and gave Cheryl a smile.

“My name’s Blu without an E, and I’m the genie of the lamp. I’m here to grant you three wishes.”

#rpdr fanfiction #blu hydrangea/cheryl hole #blu hydrangea #cheryl hole #vinegar strokes #zyan #bottled up feelings #lesbian au #genie au #slow burn #be mine 2020 #day 1: chocolate #submission

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sirchubbybunny · 4 years

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Re: We've Done Nothing? What Have You Done?

I'm rewatching Stevie's recent video that went up about an hour ago, and, fuck, I'm so tired.

If you haven't seen the video, I recommend that you do because it's great and sums up how exhausting this shit is. It's a video response to someone who is vague vlogging about how Deity is stupid and gullible to trust Vincent, not like we all got lied to or anything. This person's whole shit gets derailed by insinuating that people are only talking about Greg for clicks and money, and not that people actually care about the victims.

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I'm so, so fucking tired of this. It's so tiring, and I'd like to hope at least a fraction of the people here can understand why this is such a smug, backhanded, and insulting thing to even insinuate. You didn't even have to be in the community for more than two years to get why this is a slap in the damn face.

As an aside before I go further, this isn't an attack on those who genuinely had no idea what kind of a person Greg is. He's a manipulative monster who has been able to fool people for a long time, and many of us in the anti-o community were once long-time fans. I know I was. There's a lot of stuff many people don't know, and horrors we may never know fully - and that's the concerning part about someone like Greg, because we might never know the full extent to how many victims he has.

This is towards the people like the one Stevie is responding to who like to spin a bullshit narrative and reduce everything we've done and been trying to get people to care about to being a game to get money and views. This is to the people who have called the anti-o community and his critics petty losers and never wanted to take this situation seriously; especially corporations like Twitter and YouTube that still don't care.

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I'm fucking tired of seeing people who didn't know who Greg was until last Tuesday who are coming in here acting like they know more than us and the shit we've seen. I'm pretty sure 90% of the people who show up to the Hansen streams are just here for the drama and a free show, and not because they actually care or had either have experience with what kind of a disposable bastard Greg is. Everything is a meme and a joke to some people, judging from the special type of viewers who spammed last night's Hansen stream with "Kai is Crying" memes while Chris was talking about the police report involving Greg and Kai's daughter falling out a two-story window and having MULTIPLE SKULL FRACTURES.

As Stevie said, we've spent over 10 fucking years trying to get him deplatformed and held accountable for his actions. We've been screaming and banging on pots and pans for people to give two shits about what was going on. We didn't wake up one day and decide we were going to fuck with a one-hit wonder numbskull who is stuck in 2008 for the lulz. UwU

All of this has amounted to something, and to act like we did nothing is absolute bullshit. It's goddamn disgusting honestly, and I'm sure the lot of you have no idea what kind of toll this took on many of us physically and mentally to know that we've been screaming for people to care, which nobody did until now, and how damaging it is to see the inferno in front of you and you could only do so much to dampen the flames.

Seriously, what the fuck were you doing? No, seriously. Where the fuck were you high and mighty shitheels when even a fraction of this was happening and what did you do to help?

Where the fuck were you when Greg was sending his stupid fans to send his ex-wife explicit, horrific rape and death threats to where she had to drop off the Internet?

Where the fuck were you when he was laughing at victims of rape on his forum?

Where the fuck were you when he publicly told his underage fans in abusive homes that they get everything they deserve?

Where the fuck were you when he was grooming minors out in the open?

Where the fuck were you when he caused his fans with histories of self-harm and eating disorders to relapse?

Where the fuck were you when he was caught on camera screaming at his kids?

Where the fuck were you when he videotaped an ex having a stress induced grand mal seizure, and uploaded it for views?

Where the fuck shit were you when he was terrorizing and manipulating victims into signing bullshit contracts to have leverage over them?

Seriously, where the fuck were clowns like you who have a superiority complex and act like you know more about the shit we've seen when it's come to interacting with him? We've been brushed off and ignored for years to where we could have been dubbed tinfoil hat freaks, and now that Onion Boy is finally being dragged into the public eye in a way that can't be denied anymore, now people want to proclaim that we're the vultures here. Shut the fuck up with your fake ass empathy, acting like you genuinely care when you don't.

I don't know who is more parasitic at this point; Onion Boy's fans who still defend him, the clowns who are treating this entire situation like a spicy drama series of a joke (not like literal children are being abused and exploited), or asshats like the person he's replying to who don't know what the fuck they're talking about and that just because they spent ten minutes seeing news drama channels that they're suddenly an expert on this.

We've been doing the goddamn work to bring attention to this and stand up for his victims. What were you doing? Get the fuck out of here. You're no better than the edgy meme-loving spammers I mentioned earlier, because you're adding absolutely nothing to the conversation at hand.

I'm sick of Greg getting away with his unspeakable, abusive shit.

I'm sick of numbskull fuckheads defending him; even with mountains of evidence out there from his own damn slack jaw, smug ass mouth.

But, you know what? I'm tired of people like you who are the real vultures milking this damn shit dry. Get the fuck out of here, stay in your goddamn lane, and shove your fake sincerity up your ass.

JFC, I need a cigarette and I'm sure I aged 15 years trying to write this. This has been an exhausting long time coming, and I'm so tired of having the displeasure of knowing people like this exist and are chiming in on shit they don't know what they're talking about. I'm out for now, y'all. I'll see you guys later on when I'm not seeing red and my pain isn't flaring up.

/endrant

#onision #rant #vent

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manjuhitorie · 4 years

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Hitori-Escape Tour 2019 concert reports 14-18

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14 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/10/2019 at Takamatsu DIME Takamatsu prefecture

●The road was flocked with cosplayers on their way to the venue. Yuma recognized the Azur Lane cosplays, while SND recognized the Street Fighter and the Touhou. “Like Reimu and Youmu~” Yuma was face to face with a Miku across the street while waiting at a crosswalk, which amused him also..

SND “Hey! Was anyone in the crowd here who was out there cosplaying today, raise your hand! Come on be honest, tell sensei. Everybody close your eyes so you can’t judge each other, so only sensei can see c’mon.” Yuma “There’s people still opening their eyes lol.”

●Takamatsu really is full of events. There was a strange pungent smell eating away at Yu until he sought out the origin. It was a cheese event going on right nearby. “These sort of things bother you until you find! Once you find the origin then it stops smelling, it’s an enigma.” ●A cat was spotted caught up in the cosplayer crowd too, which SND found adorable.

Yuma “I’m a dog lover and… I don’t really get the feelings of cats!! If you annoy a dog then you’re their enemy for the rest of the day but, with cats they’ll only hate you on the spur of a moment, based on mood. Yet then you spend the rest of the day depressed...!”

SND brings the flow of the conversation over to yga’s (cat-like) feelings, where Yumao dubs him the “Expressionless emo”. Yuma “He’s stoic but, mid-show he will turn around and smile at me! Sometimes he’ll be saying something too but, because it’s indecipherable I’ll just do my best to convey ‘Uhh, that seems good!!’ to him.” SND “... He looks at me a lot too but he never smiles.” Yu “Well cause the crowd could see his face then, but when he's turned around the crowd can’t see him!”

●SND “Well then. Umm.. It's uh… today...” *Unable to piece anything together while yga stares at him stifled and raring to go* “Ummm..” ygarsh >>*BWOON*<< SND tweet "Takamatsu concert: complete, Takamatsu is the greatest place every time I come, I’m happy I got to perform in a city I love. Thank you, we’ll probs be back. Tomorrow we’ll be in Osaka y'hear"

15 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/11/2019 at Takamatsu DIME in Takamatsu prefecture

●During the handheld mic song SND went over to yg’s side and wrapped his arm around yg’s shoulders. Contrary to yesterday’s slip and slide yg did to dodge him—

●SND was late getting to the venue, due to countless self-destructive forces at bay. Yumao joked that he’s truly living the rockstar life. Truly a ‘rock musician’. At first he questioned “Sensei~ Were you busy drawing your manga~?” Because SND is an artistic person, and artist’s concept of time tends to be wonky. “Both of my parents are artists so I know this well,” he said..! SND “I drank for 12 hours straight... Until 10 AM... When the meet-up was at 12. I just had to group up with the crew to get all our gear together and hop in the car to drive down, so I told myself I would nap for 1 hour, then wake up, take a shower, get ready and go... But I ended up sleeping overtime. When I woke up even a miracle wouldn’t be able to get me there on time. So I called manager-san and told her the situation”.

Yumao “I didn’t care if manager-san gets angry at you~!” Though manager didn’t get angry at SND, she just made sure he had everything and could play okay. SND “Though I lied and said I had some stuff ready when I didn’t... Why is it that we tell useless lies when we’re scared of getting in trouble.”

FInally in the car driving there, SND reeked of alcohol.. Yumao tells the story of how yga, in the backseat, burst out saying “This smell... It isn’t beer.. It’s... Highball. This is Kakubin, Highball whisky.. The beer was Kinmugi.. So... Torikizoku (the name of a bar chain).” Actually hitting the mark on what SND drank yesterday. SND “WTF.”

ygarshy is now the self-proclaimed ‘Highball detective’. ●Back to the show....! SND “Everybody it’s 11/11, what does that mean!“ Crowd “It’s bass day!” SND “Well then ygarshy, do your thing!” yga *>>BWOON<<*

The date 1111 resembles the 4 bass strings, thus the excuse for celebration! ygarshy also did a seminar for a bass week if that may pique your interest..: Here. SND tweet "Osaka concert: complete, thank you kindly. I'll see y'all next week then."

16 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/14/2019 at LIQUIDROOM in Tokyo prefecture

I’ll make a separate special post including all of Nishimaki’s photos etc., but for now it’s all mostly on my twitter... https://twitter.com/boat_manju/status/1195265416249139200

17 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/17/2019 at SPADE BOX in Nagoya prefecture

To dodge redundancy I’ll omit some of the happenings, as they reflected on the tour again and many topics were recycled from Tokyo. MC time! ●Yumao picked on SND again for saying “I have to sing and haven’t played a show in a forever unlike you hustlers, I have it a million times worse than you guys, I’m on a different level~~.” back when he was nervous on the first day of the tour. Yu “But... didn’t you once sing in a SOPHIA cover band?”

SND “We only were up for like 30 minutes, and we did just a bunch of L'Arc 〜en 〜Ciel or LUNA SEA or Visual kei kinda stuff.” Yu “Visual kei.. did you wear makeup!?” SND *laughs it off* “I pretended to be Mitsuru Matsuoka for 2 shows and that was the end of it.…“ ●When they were at the vacation cottage watching historical drama on TV... Despite yg seemingly not-watching and playing bass, to their surprise after he told them “That was funny”. SND “yga never stops practicing huh” Yu “I could never watch TV and play drums." SND “Guitar might work huh.” Yu “Last show I had told everybody to feel free to ask me on Twitter about how to use the mobile battery we’re selling as merch, and someone did!” SND "I questioned how many interactions he got and.. It was a whopping one. One! *laughing*” Yu “They even told me ‘I can’t believe you replied!’” ●SND story time. He talked about how he first came to this city of Nagoya back when he was 17 or 18. He was born in Ishikawa prefecture and he passed the regional teem music tournament there, so he came for the south-east coast tournament. It was only his voice and acoustic guitar up on the loft, and he went home with no prizes but. After some thought he realized that was the beginning of his music career. What he felt up on that stage is still burned into his mind, and has kept him going all this. So being back in Nagoya, singing up on stage, feels like fate. “Our journey is ending for now but, we’ll be back. As long as we’re alive, we’ll be back.” And he sounds like Leader at the end.. Leader would say that..

●SND “It’s time ygarshy-kun! The Kirin Challenge Cup, it was Columbia VS Japan right, give us a comment on Japan’s smashing defeat of 0:2!” yg *>>>angry BWOOON<<<* SND tweet “Nagoya concert complete, thank you. We performed footloose and enthusiastic, I hope nobody got hurt. See ya next time.”

18 Hitorie’s Hitori-Escape Tour, 11/18/2019 at Umeda Club Quattro in Osaka prefecture

The finale! Ahh the 18th show. What a long journey, but somehow it felt short.

●Yu “This show was an add-on, so it sorta feels like a bonus stage y’know. Normally I put a lot of attention into keeping my performance, my feelings as flat and stable as possible but, today.. I just scattered emo around.” SND “I feel ya haha.” Yu “Concerts are tricky!”

●SND “When we’re traveling the country, we see people smiling, people crying, people who have a face like they have no idea what to do with themselves, there’s just… so many different people, and every one is so beautiful. Every time a show ended I would go name-searching on the internet because I wanted to know what everybody thought, and just. Seriously, thank you. Thank you for mustering up the courage to come see us. With 18 concerts on our backs, we managed to shape this into something real. We’ve come so far and— Yuma, pops in like he’s feeling embarrassed or nervous or something, “Uhmm-” SND “Oi….!?” *collapses to the floor* “C’mooon I was just in the middle of something!!!”

Yuma “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to butt in-“

SND “It’s fine hahaha You’re always like this, I’m used to it hahahaaa” SND *on the verge of tears*→ Yumao *does his Yumao thing*→ Everyone :') ● Yuma “After all this time we figured out the trick to ygarshy too, even though he’s always stoic, right! But when he’s doing something bad or bullying, he has a HUGE smile! Especially when he’s bullying Shinoda, he’ll grin from ear to ear.” SND “Piece of shit I won’t forget what you’ve done to me. This bastard smiles the most when he’s the assailant”. yga *Takes out his camera and begins to record SND*

Yu “See, he has fun in his own way!”

*Records Yumao twice, Yumao poses with both hands making the peace sign*

*Records the crowd* Yu “SND and I are always chatting it up about something right, but sometimes an hour or so later after we talk, yg will come over to me when I’m alone and tell me his opinion. ‘I think this I think that. Yumao you said it well earlier, you did well’… But... It’s, it’s okay to join in on the conversation too ygarshy..!” ●Onto merchandise chat!

Merch is currently available online now!!! The English site is here, but as most items are out of stock there, the original Japanese site is an option if you have access to proxy shipping, here! http://shopping.deli-a.jp/artist/hitorie.php Beware that the mobile battery cannot make it over the border due to restrictions, so even if you order it from the JP site, a problem will most likely emerge...

*Yumao poses to show off his hoodie, flops the hood up and down to show how the letters on the back appear.* *Points at ygarshy wearing the black shirt*

Yumao “The friction highlighters, if they get put in the drying machine or make contact with heat the ink will disappear! But if you put them in the refrigerator then it will come back! It’s a mystery~“ Yu “Then also the pouch... Ah where’d it go where’d it go..” Staff “Behind your drums!” Yu “I found it! I put my little drum supplies in here, it’s great, I never lose anything. The tote bag is convenient too! Throughout the tour I’ve been using it to carry my change of clothes and things.” SND “The bleach acid-washed denim was such a good idea, it looks adorable.” *Yu heads back to his drums* *yg picks up his bass* SND “Are we playin’?” Yu “Are we still talkin’? SND “We have the choice to just not do encore, right?” *yg on standby* *Yuma walks back to the microphone *yg puts his bass down* SND “Ahhhhh, that’s heavy to keep isn’t it, just keep it down.” Yu “Let’s goo!” SND “Alright ygarshy-kun.. Once this tour is over let’s drink some good beer!” yg “…?” *The lighting goes red* SND “?!” *Staring at each other doing nothing, yga puts his finger on his bass string* SND “Wait, what?!” yg *>>>BWOOON<<<*

ygarshy: “18 concerts. Thank you for mustering up the courage to come all the way out and see us. Being able to perform Hitorie’s music up on stage, was my pride and joy yet again today."

SND: “Thank you.”

Rie’s manager: “Thanks. I’m so proud of them.”

Yumao: Really by virtue of every one who came were we able to marathon this tour.

I was on the same page as you when this started: totally unsure of how to present myself for these concerts. But halfway through somewhere I started to have fun, the number of smiles increased, and now that it’s over I feel like I lost something, the burdens and something special both.

I’m bad with expressing myself in text so this is all I’ll say.

~~Fin.~~

#special thanks to Tamagotoji!!!#hitorie #also SND's blog posts here https://privatter.net/u/boat_manju #Tumblr let me post high quality pics

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Not So Bad In L.A

A/N: omg wow okay hi guys! So I’ve been planning and working on this for about 2 weeks now and I am finally ready to post it! This is my first ever chapter to my first ever fic! I really hope you guys send me some feedback as I really want to make this a great story for y'all! This first chapter is kind of more of an informational to y/n’s background, but I promise Harry will make his appearance starting next chapter!

A special thank you so much to these beautiful ladies for the constant encouragement and love! @harrygivenchy @customhucci @loveharryx @bridge-to-terabethia @ultravxl @pinkflowerharry @swayingnoodlelove everyone else from Harry’s Bingo Hall, and @emotionally-imbruised I adore you all!

and a special thanks to @theasstour for being my inspiration and the first ever person to read this fic... love you lots!

Also, if by any chance you want to be tagged in the next parts, have questions or any suggestions about the fic, just let me know, I love hearing from y'all! okay, love you, please enjoy!

Chapter 1: She’s Got A Family In Carolina

January 2017

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One may think living in the South means constantly wiping beads of sweat from your forehead and the sun always shining, but here you were, freezing your ass off while the rain pelted you in the face. Checking your watch for the third time, you swiftly ran across the street, making sure to wave a quick “thank you” to the cars who let you pass. It had been raining for the past six days in Charleston, and it was easy to tell everyone was beginning to move from irritated to borderline insane from being cooped up inside all day everyday. You pushed open the door to Gnome Cafe and shook the excess rain from your umbrella before making your way over to a table in the corner of the room.

“Sorry I’m late. I was finishing an episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine.” you shrugged, shimmying out of your pink rain jacket and placing it on the back of your chair.

“At least tell me it was a good one.” Bri rolled her eyes

“The whole series is good, what do you mean ‘a good one’?” Sav argued while taking a bite of her salad.

“The one when Hitchcock drank his fish.” You smiled, knowing it was one of Bri’s favorites, “Thanks for ordering for me.” You mumbled around your sandwich while the three girls around you agreed that it was a decent enough episode to be late to lunch for.

“Okay, onto actual important things; LA.” Bella gleamed while clapping her hands together.

The Four Whores. That’s the name Isabella- Bella, had dubbed your group way back in the eighth grade. Bella’s mom and your mom had been best friends growing up and had gotten pregnant at the same time, consequently resulting in Bella being your best friend since the day you were born. The two of you had met Brianna – Bri, and Savannah – Sav, shortly after at the start of the sixth grade. From then on, the four of you had been inseparable. Constant sleepovers, sharing clothes, going to prom together, and even winning “Best best friends” in your last year of high school. And finally, after 22 years of living in South Carolina, the four of you had finally signed a lease for an apartment in Los Angeles, California.

“Yes, okay, so…” putting your food back down on the plate, you leaned over to pull manila envelopes out of your black bag and handed them to the girls, “The leasing office sent over all the last minute extra information about the place and we are officially all set to move next week on January 7th.”

A gaggle of cheers was heard around the table and echoed through the small café, causing other patrons to glare in your direction. The four of you had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever. Sav and Bri were the first ones to suggest the move about two years ago, as they were both fashion majors and thought L.A would be a great place to start their careers. Bella was fortunate enough to come from a family who had money – cumulatively the family had six Law Firms – so moving around for her wasn’t an issue. Making the move out to L.A was a bit for different story for you. Of course, you wanted nothing more than to pack up and start your life with your best friends, but leaving your family was hard. It was well known that out of the four of you, you were the closest to your family, especially your younger sister, Morgan. She was only 2 years younger than you, having just turned 20, and the two of you were incredibly close. She was the person you told everything to, the person you cuddled with on the couch when watching HGTV, she was just your person. So finally making the decision to move across the country was a hard thing to decide. Slightly shaking your head, you rejoined the girls and discussed plans to ship all your belongings out to California and then the conversations merged into any trips you all had coming up after the move.

“Speaking of upcoming trips, will you please call Nicholas. He texted me 9 times yesterday asking about his stay.” Sav laughed, signaling to the waitress for our check.

“That little shit. He literally just booked the flight on Thursday. There’s like a month before he even gets in.” You laughed, shaking your head

Nicholas Grimshaw. It was definitely the oddest friendship you had made throughout your years in college. You were 19 and had somehow ended up at a party in London 3 years ago that he was attending and the Four Whores – more specifically Bella -- had quickly weaseled your way into the VIP section and made friends with the Brit and his gang. And ever since, even though you only got to see him every so often when he was stateside, or you got to London, you both were extremely close. He had called you up one night, unwilling to tell you the reason for his trip into California, but requesting to spend a couple days with you and the girls since “You won’t even know anyone there at that point. You need me to help you socialize.” So, you spoke to the girls and they all agreed it was time to have a visit from good old St. Nick.

“Well, call him, he’s getting on my last nerve.”

“Don’t even get me started on last nerves, mom’s been on my case about this move, so I gotta get home and make sure she isn’t having an aneurism.” Sav’s mom had always been a bit weary of the four of us together and most of the decisions we make, so it was no surprise she was voicing her concerns.

“Yeah, it’s been a pleasure ladies, but I’ve got to get back to work.”

“Y/N sitting on the couch doesn’t count as going to work you know.” Bri laughed as you all popped your umbrellas and left the small café.

“Ha-Ha very funny. For your information, I have a phone interview later and have to get my portfolio together to send them.” Sticking your tongue out, and making the girls laugh with excited variations of “Good Luck!” falling from their lips, you all walked your separate ways, back down the wet, cobblestone, streets of downtown Charleston.

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“I just can’t believe you’re actually leavin’ me. It’s like you want me to suffer living here alone with mom and dad.” Morgan moaned

“I do find it quite interesting you didn’t invite Morg to join the lot of you on this new life journey.” A voice piped up

Morgan was laying on her back, with her head hanging off your bed and had been complaining for the past twenty minutes about having to stay home by herself while you moved across the country. Knowing he would always take her side, Morgan facetimed Nick from your laptop and now here you were, packing your room while being harassed by your sister and a friend 4,000 miles away.

“Okay, I already get enough of that from her Nicholas, I don’t need it from the peanut gallery too. And you do realize you don’t have to stay here, right Morg? You can move on campus literally anytime you want - Do you still have my thigh high boots? The black lace up ones?”

“Hey, I was pulled away from a perfectly good bottle of wine and my couch for this - not that I mind hun – so don’t yell at me.” He laughed, finishing his glass of red wine

“Well miss ‘I get paid just to travel’ some of us don’t have- “

“Ah-Ha! I found them!” you interrupted, pulling your favorite pair of boots from the bottom of your closet

“Anyways, as I was saying, I’m not payin’ for room and board on top of med school tuition. That shit’s expensive enough as it is.”

“Just think of all the money you’re gonna make when you’re some big timey doctor with her own practice. You’re gonna blow me, and mom and dad, out of the water, so hush up about how much shit costs. Everyone’s in debt these days, who cares.”

“Nick would let me move in with him.” She grumbled

“Woah there love, you know I adore you like my own sister,” The two of them had hit it off from the moment they met, which was the best thing you could have hoped for, “but not enough to take care o’yeh. I wouldn’t know what to do. Like what do you eat?” Nick’s eyes widened at the thought of Morgan moving in with him

“I’m not a dog Nick. I eat food like every other human.” She laughed, rolling onto her stomach and turning the laptop so she could directly FaceTime with Nick

A few months after your first met in London, Nick had had some time off and decided that he would take a tip into the states before he was needed back at BBC Radio. So, he flew into Charleston after spending some time with friends in Los Angeles and was immediately obsessed with Morgan. Of course, she knew who he was – thanks to her many years of obsessing over One Direction – and was thrilled to spend time with him. From then on, he looked at her, and treated her, as a younger sister, something you were extremely grateful for, considering how difficult the last two years have been on Morgan.

“On the topic of royalty,” Nick’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, “Don’t make any plans the 28th.” He grinned wickedly as Morgan turned the laptop back to face you sitting on the floor.

“Bold of you to assume we don’t already have plans that night.”

“Oh, I know they all do. You’re the one who doesn’t. Bri and Sav will be off doing some fashion thing, and you know Bella will have found a man by then, so she’ll be gone. Which leaves you all by yourself. So, I’m taking you out.” He had hit the nail on the head for your gang.

Savannah and Bri had always been extremely work driven. They knew what they wanted to do since they were young and have been working towards it ever since. Not to say you and Bella weren’t the same way, but the two of you liked to enjoy the slow process of your careers and where they took you instead. And Bella had always been someone who craved affection, so it was no surprise when she had a new boy toy every couple of weeks. None really lasted too long as “they all try really hard to become a serious relationship and I’m just not into that! I’m just a girl with needs!”. You on the other hand, enjoyed spending time at home. You traveled quite often for work so when you got the chance to stay in home and relax, you did just that. And Nick never lets you live it down.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not as much of a hermit as you make me out to be. I just like relaxing when I’m not working.”

“I don’t care. I already made the plans, and we’re meeting up with other friends of mine, so you can’t back out now.” He shrugged

“Nick,” You whined, “I don’t need you playing friend matchmaker for us okay. We’re big girls, we can do it on our own.”

“I’m not doing this for you love. They were already going to be there so we’re just tagging along. “

“Fine. At least tell me where we’re going?”

“Not a chance. Los Angeles is the land of the free baby. Anything can happen. And I promise you, you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Nick was many things; a radio host, a loud mouth, a sincere friend, a bit of a light weight, but he was not a liar. And it was clear he wasn’t only talking about the night he had planned for you both. Los Angeles was going to change your life, you just had to buckle in and enjoy the ride.

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Zed Word: Ch. 2 Carpe Diem

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Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3. This was inspired by a series of tweets between Jeffery Dean Morgan and Jensen Ackles…. Sam and Dean never found John, but everything went the same way anyway until Season 5. Adam never said ‘yes’ to Michael. The fight at Stull Cemetery never happened but Lucifer (jumping from vessel to vessel ‘cause Sam wouldn’t say ‘yes’) and Pestilence managed to infect everyone with Croatoan, turning everyone into zombies when they die. The boys have traveled the apocalyptic landscape killing zombies and saving people ever since.

Summary: Reader has been living in Alexandria since Daryl saved her life. When she ventures out of town for the first time in months, Sam and Dean save her life and she takes them back to Alexandria, a town on edge since Negan showed up. Dean takes an instant interest in the woman, and when Negan shows up again, he does, too.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Negan x Reader

Story Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, Non-con/dub-con, unprotected sex of a forced nature, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, PTSD, *THIS IS A DARK FIC*

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping

Eric walked in halfway through the sermon (one about faith in the face of overwhelming odds and humility after surpassing those odds) and stood next to you. You could see him appraising Dean from the sidelines as Gabriel preached. "He's super cute." He whispered.

"Told you."

"You still need a wingman?"

You scoffed. "You know, I don't think I do. He was flirting with me. Even I can't deny that's what he was doing."

"Ooh, good for you! Is he coming to pasta night?"

"They both are." You cast your eyes to the front of the room and smiled politely at Gabriel, who was looking at you and Eric with disappointment.

"Well, I got your water started. You'll just have to kick it up to high when you get home." He winked and walked to the back, sitting in a single empty chair.

After Gabriel wound down the sermon, everyone stood and greeted each other. Eric walked up and smiled at the men. "Sam, Dean, this is Eric Raleigh."

"And do you two have surnames?" Eric asked, shaking their hands.

"Winchester. Like the rifle." Sam responded.

"Ooh. That's a name. Well, I will see you at the house for spaghetti, right? You can meet Aaron."

"Yeah. We'll be there. Who are we to turn down a home-cooked meal?" Dean put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke. You froze and Eric definitely noticed.

"It's actually pretty amazing what this girl can do with canned tomatoes and dried pasta. She's had that that sauce going for hours."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from the men. "Okay, y'all, let's... head back to the house."

"You know, if you can't handle him touching your shoulder, you're never gonna break that dry spell." Eric whispered as you walked out of the church.

"Thank you, Eric." You groaned.

"Hey, Maggie! Are you coming to dinner?" Eric called.

"No. I can't take the acid. Thanks, anyway." Maggie dropped her head as she headed toward the Grimes' households.

"Her husband was one of the ones Negan killed. She's pregnant. So sad." You whispered as you walked toward Eric and Aaron's house.

"It's a tragedy." Eric agreed. "To lose someone like that."

"Yeah." Sam could barely be heard. It was evident that they had definitely lost people, too.

As you approached the house, you could see Carl on the porch, bouncing Judith up and down. "Oh, the Grimes kids are here. They've been really eager about these dinners since Carol left. Carl!" You rushed toward the porch, with a big smile.

"Those the guys?" Carl asked, resting Judith on his hip.

"Yep. They saved me. I know distrust is your first instinct, but don't be a jerk."

"When am I ever?" Carl asked, with faux innocence, as you pushed the door open. Carl followed you into the kitchen.

"Who else is coming, you think?"

"Dad and Michonne said they might be coming. Dad was kinda... uh..."

"Pissed? You can say it. I knew he wasn't gonna be happy about us bringing in new people." You clicked the pot of water up to high and stirred your sauce as the front door opened and Eric entered with Sam, Dean, Michonne, Rick and Eugene following behind. You grabbed two boxes of pasta and set them on the counter, before walking to the fridge and pulling out a six-pack of beer. "Will you take these into the living room, Carl? And tell everybody fifteen minutes on food, please?" The teen took the beer without a word and disappeared from the kitchen.

You could hear snippets of conversation from the living room, filtering in over the sound of boiling water. "... a mechanic. I got into it by fixin' up our Dad's old Impala. Just had a knack. Sammy was gonna be a lawyer. Went to Stanford an' everything."

"Is it just you two?" Rick's tone was accusatory, like he didn't believe the brothers had survived together alone.

"That's kinda our life story. Sam and Dean against the world." Sam responded.

"Gotta say; cold beer, I thought I'd never have one again. You guys have it so good here. I can see why other people might be a threat."

"Don't worry. We know you aren't here to take what we have." Michonne's tone was warmth and strength. Of all the females in Alexandria, she was definitely the one you were happiest to call 'friend'.

"... brings you to Virginia? Headin' anywhere specific?" Eric cut through as you placed a strainer in the sink.

"...best to just keep... one place for long. Makes you a target. We didn't have a place with walls like..." Sam's voice went in and out as you poured the starchy water and spaghetti into the sink.

Suddenly, you were aware of a presence at the stove, stirring your sauce. You turned to see Dean, beer in one hand, ladle in the other. "You should be out there, mingling, making new friends." You said as you set the giant pot on a cold burner.

"Well, Sammy has their attentions right now and I realized that you are all alone in here. Doesn't seem fair. You're doin' all the work and not even gettin' company in return."

You grabbed a stack of plates from the cupboard and began to plate the pasta. "Maybe you just wanna spend time with me. You sweet on me, Dean?"

He smiled, brightly, at that. "I thought I was hidin' it pretty well."

You pointed to a cupboard beside the sink. "You wanna open that and grab the bottle on the second shelf?"

Dean set his beer on the counter and reached into the cabinet, coming back with a bottle of mahogany red liquor, about three-fourths full. The label was faded, but 'Macallan' was still legible. "What's this?"

"It was my Dad's. Macallan Cask Strength. It survived the journey from Florida to Alexandria."

"Cask Strength?"

"Scotch gets diluted down to about 90 proof, usually. This isn't watered-down. Sits at about 130 proof. A little goes a long way." You answered, beginning to ladle sauce over the plates of pasta.

"So, don't drink from the bottle, is what you're tellin' me?"

You pointed to another cabinet. "Cups."

"How many people are gonna imbibe?"

"It varies. You should get a head count from the living room."

Dean crossed the kitchen, bottle in hand. "Hands up if you're havin' some of this kickass Scotch. Yeah, nice try kid." He returned and grabbed 6 cups. "Assuming you're having a glass."

You grabbed the first round of plates and headed to the living room with them. "Bon Apetit."

Dean helped bring in the rest of the plates and you smiled as everyone waited to take their first bite until you'd taken a seat in a chair next to Aaron. "I wanna dedicate this meal to Sam and Dean Winchester. Without them, I'd've been a meal for walkers this morning, so... thank you, enjoy and... go slow on the Scotch. Salud." You held up your glass and everyone held theirs up, too.

"Salud." The room chorused.

You watched as Dean twirled his fork in the pasta and shoved it into his mouth. "Aw muh gaw! Ish ih uhmay-ing." You laughed as he swallowed. "After years of dehydrated shit and cold Beanie-weenies, this is like a porterhouse."

Sam nodded his agreement. "This is the best thing I can ever remember eating. Thank you, so much."

You blushed and took a sip of your Scotch.

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As everyone slowly filed out of the house, you found yourself sitting on Aaron and Eric's couch, nursing the end of your first glass of Scotch. Dean was sitting next to you, nursing his second one as Sam helped Eric and Aaron with the dinner dishes. You were suddenly very aware of Dean's proximity and your levels of anxiety skyrocketed as you began to worry about his obvious interest in you and your lack of experience and if you maybe you forgot to shave part of your leg when you were in the shower.

Dean reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and leaned over, whispering, "I'm not going to ask you to bed, y/n."

"What?" You squeaked, turning to him.

"You looked nervous, so I thought I'd take the pressure off."

You swallowed. "Did I do something... wrong?"

"No, not at all. It's just..." He cleared his throat and set his glass down. "You're pretty much a virgin. It's been a decade for you and I doubt your high school boyfriend knew what he was doing. And I, for the first time in years, I'm actually drunk and I'm not gonna rush into this with you and fuck it up."

"But... I... we could die any day." You whispered, looking down.

"You're right, and 'carpe diem' is a great way to live in the apocalypse, but we are relatively safe here and if I'm gonna seize you, I'm gonna do it right."

"Right. Guess that makes sense."

"Hey, but I do plan to carpe. Just not tonight."

You chuckled, scooting backward on the couch. "That definitely takes the pressure off."

"That's what I was goin' for." Dean said, as the water in the kitchen turned off.

Eric seemed a bit disappointed that you and Dean weren't all over each other when they entered the living room.

"Ready to head back?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded, standing and wiping his hands on his slacks. "Thanks for having us over. This was an amazing welcome. Hope we can live up to the hype." You stood, walking to the door and letting them out. "Tomorrow?" Dean asked, quietly, as he passed through the doorway.

"Tomorrow." You confirmed.

You closed the door and turned to Eric and Aaron, both of whom were staring at you. "So?" Eric asked.

"So... what?" You deflected, picking up your empty glass and draining the last bit of Scotch from Dean's.

"So, Dean Winchester, that's what. Do we hear wedding bells?"

You rolled your eyes and headed for the kitchen sink. "We've known each other a day, Eric. Let's hold off on the 'Say Yes to the Dress' event, okay?"

"Oh, come on. Does he like you?" Eric asked, frankly.

You turned around and sighed. "There was some talk about carpe-ing my diem. Yes, I'd say he does."

"Good for you. You deserve the happiness." Aaron smiled as he spoke.

"Like I said, I met him this morning. Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

"Yeah, but..." Aaron tilted his head away from his boyfriend. "...you could get lost in those eyes."

You sighed, deeply. "I know." You shook your head at yourself and walked toward the stairs. "See you in the morning, gentlemen."

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The next morning was more tense than other recent dawns and it didn't take long to find out why. Negan would be there in just a couple hours. As the time dragged on, you decided to check on the Winchesters. Sam answered the door. "Have you guys been told? That Negan's coming?"

"Yeah. Maggie told us to stay in. She doesn't want him seeing us." Sam gestured for you to come in, so you did.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I mean, he doesn't know you exist, so he can't hurt you. We're gonna pass him off some of our stuff, he'll leave. Least, that's how it's supposed to go, but last time he came in contact with our Alpha males, he killed two people, tried to get Rick to chop off Carl's arm, then he abducted Daryl. It's better he doesn't know you're here." You said, as Dean walked down the stairs.

"I don't see why we don't just go against the man, head-on."

"Because it's not just him. It's him and his Saviors and Negan seems to have prepared for every contingency. He's not just crazy, he's smart, too. Please, stay in."

"You gonna keep us company?" Dean asked as shouting from the gate drew your attention.

You looked out the window to see people running toward the gate. "No, I'm sorry. I can't. I... he has Daryl. Daryl's the one who brought me here, gave me the chance to be a damn person again. I have to know if he's okay."

Dean grabbed your hand as you reached for the door. "What if he kills you?"

You chuckled and grabbed the doorknob with your other hand. "Then you should've carpe'd last night. Stay in. I'll be fine." You rushed out the door without another word and ran for the crowd at the gate, pushing your way to the front.

Your stomach flipped to see him; black leather jacket, holding that barbed wire-decorated bat. 'Menacing' wasn't a strong enough word, but you couldn't think past your fear to a better one. "This can't be all of it, Rick."

"We... don't have more to give."

The bat came down on the ground next to where Rick was kneeling. "You're gonna give me twice this next week, understand? Or I start culling your herd 'til you can do your job without worrying about how many worthless mouths you gotta feed. Do you understand, asshole?"

Rick nodded, quickly, and Negan pointed the bat at two of his men, who rushed forward to grab Alexandria's offering. The nightmare man turned and started to walk out of the gate, so you pulled on every bit of your courage, screwed your eyes shut and called out, "What about Daryl?!"

Gasps went through the crowd and you had to force your eyes open and deal with your actions. Negan was walking toward you, a sickening grin on his face. "What about Daryl?" He stopped five feet away, holding the bat, menacingly.

"I-is h-he..." You couldn't control the shaking in your voice any more than you could the weakness in your legs. "Is he dead?" You pushed out.

"You wanna know if Daryl's okay? That's sweet. You know what, princess, 'cause you asked so nicely... you can come see for yourself. Take her." Negan turned to Rick as you were grabbed under each arm and dragged out the gate. "You've been holding out on me, Rick. You've got women; soft, curvy women who don't remind me of my old drill sergeant. Hard to find a bitch without hard edges in the world today, so I will consider that one the other half of your payment."

Negan's eyes fell on Michonne, who was staring after you in fear. "Oh, don't worry about her. I'll treat her like a fuckin' queen. Assuming she doesn't fight me, I won't even hurt the little cunt. Hell, she might even like it." He stood straight and walked out the gate, a happy bounce in his step.

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Love Heals All Wounds

Summary- Roman laid in bed next to his gorgeous wife, Draya, wondering how he could get so lucky to have his best friend and soul mate wrapped up in one. Someone so strong and patient to take on raising their children, practically alone, every day. A beautiful wife and mother that trusted in him when he had nothing to offer her at the moment but had enough faith in him to see the potential he had to be great. He ran his hand over her curves, kissing each imperfection as he went along. His face became buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply. Her scent sent chills through his body making the fine hairs on his body rise as she continued to sleep peacefully. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her in close. She moaned slightly in her sleep before turning around and placing her head on his chest. She was lulled back to sleep by the beating of his heart. He kissed her forehead as he whispered,”I love you, baby. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love and appreciate you.” He stroked her hair back and kissed her lips as his hands gently lifted her chin up. His hands slid down her hips and rested on her ass. He continued to lay awake, dreading having to leave his family yet again. The time trickled by as he watched the fan turn quickly. He thought back to how their relationship first started as he struggled to fall asleep.

Roman gathered his luggage from the trunk of the SUV that he had rented with his cousins, Jey and Jimmy. It was the best of both worlds, traveling to see the world one wrestling show at a time while hanging out with his family.

”Say, man, Y'all need to get to wake up! We're here now, I'm not carrying yall heavy ass luggage into the arena. I will leave Y'all and this stuff in this hot ass SUV!” Roman said as he finished gathering his things. He hadn't realized that Jey and Jimmy were still in the SUV sleeping until he took off his headphones and heard the snoring from the backseat. Roman slammed the door shut once he didn't hear a response from the sleeping beauties. The two jolted awake upon hearing the door make an impact with the door jam.

”YO, WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Jimmy snapped at Roman as he wiped his red eyes, his face showed the evidence of how well rested he now was. The imprints on his face from the neck pillow still fresh.

Jey woke up and replied, ”Yeah uce, you could have just told us, man. All the other stuff ain't necessary man.”

Roman snickered to himself, ”Well, I did and Y'all ain't move so I had to do what I had to do to avoid going to jail cause Y'all dead from heat stroke. Now come on let's go! We have a show to do.” The twins begrudgingly got out the SUV mumbling to themselves about Roman’s rude antics.

”We wouldn't have done you like that!” Jimmy replied as the trio collectively stopped before bursting out in laughter.

”Yall know damn well that's a lie!” Roman managed to say between laughs. ”Aight, aight! You right uce.” Jimmy replied after getting his belly full of laughs.

The twins came around to the back after stretching out their limbs after the long car ride. ”Say, Roman, have you seen that new trainer? She started a few weeks ago. Man, shorty is killing the game! She's like this tall and her body is out of sight! What Bruno say in that song 37-27-42, she could definitely squeeze all of that in my coupe! You feel me!” Jimmy said as he laughed while rubbing his hands together.

Jey replied, ”You had to say all that just to say she fine? You just nasty!” he said as he shook his head at his brother.

”Man, whatever! She dope though with long flowing curly hair, cute little accent with the most beautiful eyes. Now you know I'm with Naomi and everything but if I c-... Dog! L-look, look her she come. She bout to pass through.”

Roman looked up just as she came into his view. It seems as time stood still and no one else was around him but her. She had big juicy, dark brown ringlets with hints of red highlights. Her smooth sun-kissed skin glowed as she took each step. Her simple white, form-fitting crop top paired with her distressed shorts was all she needed to accent her flawless shape. Her toned legs shook slightly with each step. His face turned a bright red hue as he watched most beautiful woman he had ever seen before in his life walk by. He felt his heart quicken in pace and sweat trickle down his face. ”Damn, he wasn't lying. Wait, dammit she can see me all flushed and bothered.” He thought to himself as he reached for his sunglasses before he realized they were still in the console up front. Roman quickly, yet calmly, went up to the front and grabbed his sunglasses.

”You alright over there uce? You seem flushed.” Jey said as he saw Roman’s reaction to her.

”Nah, that's that trainer thirst,” Jimmy said as he snickered. ”Heeeeeey! Come on over, I have someone I want you to meet.” Jimmy said as he motioned for her to come over.

“What are you doing?” Roman said through his teeth after he put his sunglasses on. “We need to go inside and now you have her- on second thought, this is worth it.”

Jimmy caught her attention causing her to change directions and head towards them. She looked at Jimmy and Jey with excitement as she didn't know many people here yet. It was always good to see familiar faces. She had met them at a live show but hadn't met the third man before. She looked on as she walked closer, squinting behind her sunglasses. The man ducked behind the SUV before she could catch a glimpse of his face but when he re-emerged, she saw his trademark tattoo and knew it could only be one man. His hair was pulled back into a smooth bun with freshly trimmed sides. His beard was full and thick this time, very different from his usual look. His large biceps glistened in the sunlight as he stood talking to the twins. His snug tank left little to the imagination as the outline of his muscles peeked through. She had had a crush on this man ever since he had emerged on the FCW scene as Leakee. She tried to keep her cool, her inner fan girl was losing its mind, as she finally made it over to them.

”Hey, guys! How are y'all doing? Are Y'all ready for the show tonight?” she said as she finally made it over to them.

Jimmy responded, ”Hell yeah, we are gonna snag that dub tonight and show the world just how we get down. We at home tonight and getting mad love from the hometown crowd. Pops out there with the rest of the bloodline, big uce over here gonna snag his own dub, we're taking over NXT. They ain't ready for us. Oh, where are my manners? This is my cousin, Roman. Don't mind him, he ain't really got many people skills. That's why they always make him ride solo. He has been that way since we were kids, Roman speak up man!”

Roman stood there silently, admiring the beauty of the woman in front of him. He was enamored by her and didn't even know her name yet. ”Sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Roman, can I get yours?” he said confidently as he tried to compensate for his silence.

”Its okay. Silence speaks volumes at times. My name is Draya. I'm a new trainer here. I have seen a few of your matches and I must admit I was very impressed. You have a really sick finisher. It's one of my favorites.” Draya said through a large smile.

”Oh really?” Roman said as his eyebrows lifted in surprise and his lips formed a sincere smile. ”The moment of silence? That was something I added for fun. I thought it was a cool way to end the match with impact. Hmmm, do you have any other suggestions that you would like to add? I'd love your input.” Roman said as he looked down at her in deep thought. He didn't want to stop talking to her but he needed an idea to snag this one before someone else did.

”Yes, the moment of silence! It's my favorite finisher by my favorite superstar!” Draya said with a whimsical wink. ”I honestly have loved watching your career unfold in FCW and can't wait to see what you have in store. I'll definitely be watching closely.” She said as she bit her lower lip before breaking into a large smile.

The twins eyes widened as they looked between the two. They looked at each other before looking at Roman with a suggestive smirk. Jey whispered to Jimmy, ”Oh shit, look at Roman getting his little mack on with the trainer. Come on big uce, you better make ya move man!” Jimmy looks back at Jey, ” the charisma flows through our veins man, he bout to hook line and sink that shit! Get her!!!” he whispered as the two continued to look on.

”Dr-Draya? Can we get a bite to eat sometime if your not too busy, maybe?” Roman stammered over his words as he looked at Draya’s soft eyes somewhat visible through her large sunglasses.

“You know, I just go-“ she started before she had a moment to think. She thought to herself, “THIS IS ROMAN FREAKING REIGNS!!!! If you don’t say yes!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” Her inner voice screamed out as she rethought her response. “I would love to. Here take my number down and let me know when’s a good time to meet up.” She said as her full lips curled up into a smile.

“It’s oka- wait really? Hold that thought,” he said as he looked for his phone in his luggage. He rummaged through several pockets in his luggage before he remembered where he had left his phone. He reached down into his short pockets and pulled it out. “Now, where were we?” He said with a charming smile. She continued giving him her number and he entered it into his phone.

”Draya! Hurry up, we need to get the trainer's room stocked up for the show. there's a segment in there we have to prepare for!” one of the producers called out to her.

”I'm sorry, I have to leave but definitely hit me up and let me know when you want to hang out.” Draya said as she turned to head towards the arena.

”I definitely plan on it, ah yes sir!” Draya laughed at his cute gesture and headed towards the arena to the trainer's room as Roman’s eyes stayed fixed on her until she was out of sight.

He looked down at his phone as they all stood silent. ”Real smooth there cuz, Dr-Draya can we go out to eat maybe?” Jimmy said in a mocking tone. Jey burst out in laughter as they continued to mock Roman’s mannerisms around Draya.

”Look, it worked. I got her number. Wait, how do Y'all know her? Where was I when- why Y'all just telling me about her?! We could have been talking!” Roman said in an astonished tone.

”Man, trust us it was a process. We had to scope her out for a little bit, make sure she would get the stamp of approval! You know how your mom is sometimes. She used to cheer with Naomi in Orlando. They grew up together and when she took the job here, she reached out to Naomi. Draya let it be known that she was ready to meet some new people. Naomi actually had the idea for us to introduce y'all. We all hung out together a few weeks ago and we told her about you. Naomi told her all about you and pressure me into setting this whole little thing up. Don't worry, Draya is a good girl. Y'all probably end up together soon. You one of those faithful, romantic types. She like that shit.” Jimmy said confidently. ”Come on, before they on our ass for being late,” Jimmy continued as he tossed Jey his bags before picking up his own. Roman shook his head and put his headphones in before grabbing his own bags. He locked the SUV behind them and set the alarm before they headed off into the arena.

The guys entered the arena as a small crowd had already begun to form to get pictures of talent before the show. They waved to the fans and took a few pictures before heading back to the locker room. The trio went to the locker room to drop off their stuff before heading out to catering.

” I don't know about y'all, but I'm starving. I can't work under these conditions.” Jimmy said as they turned the corner down the hall from catering.

”I'm hungrier than a locked jaw buzzard out here in these streets,” Jey said as he patted his stomach slightly. Jimmy and Roman paused as looked at him, which in turn made him stop as well.

”What the hell does that even mean?” Roman said with a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know. I’m delirious as hell cause yo ass wouldn’t stop at the Burger King so I could load up on the combo meal. You thought I was sleep. I wasn’t sleep, I was malnourished from starvation. Wasting away cause of your lack of care about my health,” Jey said as he inhaled deeply catching a whiff of the aroma from down the hall. “Whatever they made smells good in here! GOOD LAWD, we have been blessed!” He continued as they approached the catering room.

“I didn’t know you were talking, I had my headphones in to cover the snoring. My bad bro. Now, let’s eat.” Roman said with a laugh as he tried to hide the fact that he just didn’t feel like busting the u-turn for the Burger King.

They picked up plates and silverware at the beginning of the buffet. They piled their plates to their heart's content before placing their stacked plates on the table and getting drinks. Roman walked back to the table with empty eyes as his mind wandered elsewhere. He thought back to seeing Draya and couldn’t help but think about the possibility of them being together. The feelings he felt upon meeting Draya we're different from the feelings he had ever had for anyone else. He started eating his food as he toyed with the idea again. ”What if meeting Draya was a sign of better things to come but what if it all went down like the last time that I thought it was love? I mean, I did just meet her but the chemistry feels insane. She's been watching me since FCW. What if she's just another groupie using her job as a dating pool. Nope, she doesn't give off that vibe. Naomi wouldn't recommend that we talk if she was like that. I'm sure Jimmy probably mentioned Lisa to her by now. Everyone brings up Lisa. That was a big mistake but am I truly ready to date again? I'm over thinking this way too much. It's just a date. Wait, is this even a date? What did she say when I asked her that the first time? Damn, too much time has passed, I don't remember what she said.” He thought to himself as he continued to eat.

He was silently lost in his own mind when he saw Jimmy's hand reach in front of him and heard a loud snap.

”What the f- what the hell is wrong with you?” Roman eyes narrowed as he looked at Jimmy sternly.

”Uh huh, over there so lost in thought you didn't even hear this man call your name. That girl got you sprung before the first date. Man, he trying to tell you what's happening in your match tonight.” Jimmy said before he continued to chow down on the tasty grub alongside Jey. Roman stood up and wiped his mouth with his napkin as he swallowed the last bit of food.

”Reach over here again and I'm kicking your ass, how about that?” Roman said as he sternly looked at Jimmy. ”I'm serious about my food man.” He said as he walked backward towards the producer.

”Ro, why you gotta be so serious all the damn time? You the one over there in la la land I'm trying to help you out!” Jimmy said with a large smile in between bites.

Roman held up two fingers up to his eyes then back to where he had left his plate. He mouthed," I will fuck you up!" as he turned back around to meet with the producer.

" Okay Roman, your match is closing us out, we need you to be ready because its gonna be a good one. You're gonna face The Miz. It will set the tone for the rest of the program that we have in store for you two. Your matches have been stellar so far so keep up the good work. There will be an interview for you to address what Miz said at an event. You state what you feel then there’s a break. Your match will be after the Usos," the producer said as he gently tapped Roman's arm.

Roman nodded as he said,"thanks for the heads up". He smiled to himself before heading back to the table to finish his food.

Jey and Jimmy looked up as Jey asked,"what was that about uce?" "Oh, just who my opponent is tonight, that's all. I'm facing The Miz and they wanted to set up a long feud between us. I’m doing an interview to hype it up. The usual. It's all good.” He said before he continued eating his meal.

Once the boys finished up, they headed to the locker room area as the time for the show drew near. The brothers went to go play a quick game of NBA2K. Meanwhile, Roman had just finished up his shower to freshen up after the drive. He had his music playing as he wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still dripping as he let it hang down to dry a little bit. He went over to his bag to look for his NXT T-shirt and wrestling gear. As he searched his bag, his mind ventured out on its own journey. He couldn’t decide if it was too early to text Draya, given the fact that they just met today but at the same time he was excited to find out more about her. She sparked an interest that he couldn’t ignore. On the other hand, being too eager would drive her away. He contemplated reaching out repeatedly with no definite decision. He wrote grabbed his phone numerous times and typed the message out several times before deleting it in fear of her reaction. The indecisiveness was eating at him in the hours since they had seen her. This was completely throwing Roman for a loop. How do you let go of past hurt and embrace even a remote chance at happiness? A heart hardened by past abuse is harder to open. His palms started to sweat as he held the phone in his hands, trying to gain the courage to text her.

Roman: Maybe if you aren't busy after the show, we can go grab a bite to eat at Nick’s Boathouse?

He looked down at the phone in his hands and watched cursor blink as he finally mustered up the courage to ask Draya out. He tossed the phone to the side to distract himself from waiting hopelessly for a reply. Roman continued looking in his bag before he pulled out an NXT t-shirt out of his bag with black wrestling tights. He placed the shirt over his now mildly damp hair before pulling it down over his body. He slipped on his underwear before sliding on the tights. He pulled on his knee pads before putting on his socks as his phone vibrated. His eyes widened as he rushed over to see who it was, just as the Usos walked in. Roman froze as he realized they had entered. He looked at them as they stared him down.

“What did you do?” Jey asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, why you standing over there like that? You look like you just got caught stealing out the cookie jar. Speaking of delicious treats did you text her yet?” Jimmy asked as he walked in.

”Uh, yeah I did. She just answered.” Roman said as his head hung down looking at his lock screen.

”What did she say that got you looking like somebody stole your lollipop?” Jey asked with a slight grin.

Draya: Sounds great! I can meet you after the show and we can ride over! So glad to hear from you! Good luck tonight.

He read the message quietly to himself again before he smiled shyly. He sat down to lace his boots up as he nodded his head in approval.

”Oh shit! The real Roman is back baby. That's that smile that's been missing for so long. Man, you in there! I knew she was digging you! So what you got planned for Miss Sweet Thang?” Jey asked as he leaned all his weight on Roman’s back playfully.

”You gotta go all out! The whole nines for the one who’s finer than all the finest wine!” Jimmy said with a loud laugh. “Ya feel me dog, you gotta be real with that one cause I know some out there just waiting in line.”

“Alright, alright! I got an idea but I’m not telling you or you cause y’all gonna mess it up. Just know, I got it under control.” Roman said with a confident nod. “Ah, yessir! It is in the bag baby! I’m coming strong with this one.” He smiled proudly as he sent a message back to confirm the date.

Roman: I’ll see you then! Can’t wait! Thank you so much for the well wishes!

He texted before tossing his phone back into his bag. He dabbed up his cousins before heading to the backstage area to go watch a little bit of the show.

Draya received Roman’s message and instantly checked it from her Apple watch screen since the show had already started. She desperately tried to contain the excitement as she watched the show from the training room. Draya heard a soft knock but before she could answer, Naomi entered. Naomi’s smile was big and bright as the Glow Queen immediately came over and hugged Draya.

”I heard that someone has a date with a certain someone else thanks to her best friend in the world. Now I wonder, who could it be behind this match made in heaven?” Naomi said playfully as she pulled away from the hug.

Draya bashfully replied, ”Shhh, keep it down! I don't want anyone to know yet. I'm still in disbelief myself! What should I wear? Oh my goodness, he looked amazing in just a basic outfit. I was so lost in those big brown eyes and that smooth skin. His chiseled good looks, mmmm! Thank you for setting up the introduction. I know this seems psycho but I think he's the one that's going to change my life. Something about us being around each other just felt right. You know how I can get sometimes.” Draya said with a hopeful smirk.

”Well, you know he's family and I'll only hook you up with the best. I've known you since our days playing hopscotch outside your grandmother’s house. You know I had to hook it up. Some little birdies told me he is just as excited as you are. I hope tonight goes well. You better tell me about it too girl, I'll be up! Be safe and enjoy the show ma!” Naomi walked away still smiling over how well her first stint as a matchmaker was going.

The show was going smoothly so far as Roman watched in the backstage area. Josh appeared next to him.

”Are you ready to shoot the interview?” he asked as the crew came close around them.

”Yeah, let's do it,” Roman said as he stood with his hands on his hips. He pushed his hair back as he looked down thoughtfully.

”Cameras rolling, let's go!” the cameraman said.

A clip from an interview that Miz shot during a promotional event plays as the two stand there. In the clip, an audience member asks The Miz what he thought about some of the other wrestlers in the locker room.

“You know that’s an interesting question, I have the perfect example of a non- talented overrated muscle-bound freak that steals attention from much more deserving superstars because he fits the mold that people see as successful in this company. See, the people in charge love to push guys that have a certain look that satisfies whatever sick fantasy that they have in there head. Roman Reigns fits that mold. He’s another corporate creation being pushed for his good looks and ability to turn on female audience members to move merchandise. He has a limited skill set and an even more limited ability to speak. He hasn’t done anything in his career as of yet that I am impressed by. As far as I am concerned, he’s not worthy to be in the same conversation as me, let alone share the same ring with me. I give it a year tops. A year before he is scrapped and jobbing to local competitors or back in Pensacola working some minimal wage job wrestling on the weekends in some high school gym. This is NXT, a branch of one of the most well known wrestling companies in the world. This isn’t for pretty boys. This is for guys who have made their lives revolve around wrestling. I didn’t become a wrestler on a whim because I had nothing else going for myself and called up some of daddy’s buddies to get me a job. No! This has been my life. I dare him to enter the ring with me and we see who emerges victorious! You can bet your ass it will be ME, CAUSE IM THS MIZ AND IM AWE-SOME, ” he said as he casually tossed the mic to the side before exiting the stage.

The clip ends as the Roman appears on screen with Josh Matthews. Josh begins, ”Based on what we just saw in that clip, it's clear that The Miz has a problem with you. What do you think brought this on?”

Roman replied as Josh tilted the mic towards his mouth. ”Yeah, I guess you can say he does. I think it stems from insecurity. I came through FCW and killed it there. It's now NXT and there is still a buzz around me because of my dominance there. The Miz came through a different path and is one of the more experienced competitors. Facing The Miz tonight will have its degree of challenges much like any other match. He is a high caliber athlete and I am by no means intimidated. Miz has made the grave mistake of making this matter personal by mentioning my family. I'm not a carbon copy of anyone. I make my own path to greatness and if that means I have to go through The Miz to get where I need to be then so be it. However, if you have something to say to me Miz, you make damn sure you can back it up in the ring. I don't tend to beat around the bush, handle your problems one on one in the ring instead of hiding behind a camera for social media attention.”

Josh looked back at the camera awkwardly as the animosity was made evident.

Roman suddenly drops down cradling his knee as The Miz stands tall over him after a malicious cheap shot targeting the back of Roman’s knee with a steel pipe. He continued to strike Roman’s knee with the pipe as Roman writhed in pain. Roman took slow deep breaths to ease the pain. The pain radiated up his leg with each movement. He desperately tried to make it to his feet using the stage equipment for support. He planted his left leg firmly as he, gingerly, tried to place little weight on his right leg. Even touching the tip of his boot to the ground was too much for him to bear at the moment. This strategic movement provided the perfect opportunity for Miz to knock Roman back down with a vicious shoulder block to the knee from behind. The Miz carefully watched as he continued his methodical attack.

Roman screamed out, ”Aaaah G- Aaah, man!”

The Miz looked down at his handy work before picking up Roman’s legs and spreading them apart. He stood between each leg and began stomping Roman’s midsection, driving the air out from Roman’s lungs. He coughed violently and breathed heavily as Miz delivered another devastating blow. Roman acted on instinct and started punching at The Miz’s legs trying to break free. This angered The Miz more as he bent Roman’s right knee around his own leg and placed Roman’s left leg behind it to lock in the Figure Four. The pain forced Roman to sit straight up as he roared in pain. He pulled at his own hair as he tried to fight through the pain. He sat up and tried punching at The Miz’s knee to force the break. Just then the Usos rounded the corner and broke out in a sprint towards Roman.

”AWWW, HELL NAW!!!” Jimmy screamed out as he lifted his foot to kick The Miz square in the jaw while Jey pulled Roman away, breaking the hold. The Miz fell back from the impact of Jey’s kick. He scrambled away holding his jaw.

“YOU’RE MINE TONIGHT, I WILL EXPOSE YOU TO THE WORLD AS THE PHONY YOU ARE ROMAN!” Miz yelled from a distance as referees came from no where to force him away from Roman. “Did you see what that psycho did to my face?! Where the hell were you all then?” He said as he pulled away from the referees’ grip.

”MOVE! AHHH, SHIT! GET OFF ME!” Roman screamed out as he jerked away from the referees. “DON’T TOUCH MY LEG, I WI- YOU BETTER NOT!” He said in a low grumble.

The pain coursed through his leg as a result of the brutal hold. The relief from the pressure felt amazing but the help from Jimmy and Jey did nothing for his damaged pride. All he could think about was the embarrassment that he was served at the hands of The Miz, the rest of his family watching this from ringside, and getting his hands on that coward. The Usos surveyed the area as the monitors cut to the replay of the vicious assault.

Just as the replay ended, the fallout showed on screen. ”About damn time Y'all asses show up, if we hadn't of gotten here in time Miz punk ass would still be trying to rip his leg off,” Jimmy snapped at the crew.

Jey looked on with his hands on his hips, ”Yo, Ro! You good man?”

Roman shook his head no as he laid writhing in pain. His face flushed as the sweat poured out.

”Nah, man. It feels pretty bad.” Roman said as he held his knee in anguish. He slowly removed his knee pad to decrease the pain while breathing heavily. A loud groan escaped his lips as he clutched his knee and rolled over to his side.

A trainer rushed to his side to assess the damage. He haphazardly placed his hand on Roman’s knee, thinking it was all a work. Roman withdrew quickly. ”DON’T TOUCH ME,” he screamed sternly. This caught the twins attention as they realized it could have been something more serious.

”Move yo ass out the way, you doing more harm than good! We got him. We'll take him back there.” Jimmy reached out his open hand and grabbed Roman’s arm as Jey did the same on the other side. Roman pulled himself up carefully with the help of his cousins and slowly stood to his feet. He exhaled sharply as he felt the jolt of pain in his knee. The twins threw his each one of his arms around their necks and slowly walked with him to the trainer room.

”Take your time man. We have to make it all the way down this hall. You good or you need a break?” Jey said as he felt Roman slow to a stop. They held him up there as he breathed heavily.

The cameras faded to the commentary team, which consisted of Michael Cole and CM Punk. Michael and Punk looked into the camera with solemn expression.

Michael stated, “Thinking back to what we just saw, you can’t help but wonder will Roman make it to the match scheduled for later tonight after that savage beating at the hands of The Miz. His family joined by his father, Hall of Famer Sika, in the audience. It was truly a despicable act. We will have more on Roman’s status here tonight later in the program.”

Now that the cameras were no longer rolling, Roman begged to go back to the locker room. ”I cannot, I can't... I can't let her see me like this, man. I can go to the locker room and just chill there.” He pleaded as he let go of Jimmy to push his hair back out of his face.

”Man, are you serious right now? You worrying about that right now when you can't even stand on your own?! Bruh, we taking you to the training room. Jimmy, don’t pay this fool no mind. Not going to no damn locker room, you need to get your head checked too. Talking all that nonsense, you are not gonna have Aunt Patti coming after me then I need a hospital room next to you,” Jey continued as he shook his head, “No, Lawd! Not tonight!”

The trio slowly started back up again and made it to the training room as Draya waited anxiously. She had watched the attack and started prepping the exam table for his arrival. Jimmy and Jey entered the room somberly as they took Roman over to the exam table. He held his right leg stiffly as let go of the Usos and leaned on the table. His silence broken by an agonizing groan as he tried to get himself seated on the table. Draya quickly filled a large plastic bag with ice as she hurried to his side. She brought the bag over to the examination table as he carefully lifted his leg up onto the table. He grimaced with clenched teeth as he slid back against the wall.

Draya placed the ice in his knee as she warned him, ”It'll be a small shock then it'll start to numb the pain. Try to keep it still and I'll get something to support it.” She went over to the clear bins and pulled out a soft wedge. She walked back over with the wedge as she spoke to the Usos, ”I need y'all to hold his leg up while I slide this under it. I don't want to torture him by making him do it himself.”

The twins obliged and helped hold his leg up slightly as she placed the wedge. He winced slightly as they lowered it back down to the wedge. She repositioned the ice and proceeded to untie the laces on his boot. Once she slid the boot off, Draya carefully slid off his knee pad. He let out an unexpected groan that startled her.

”I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. That just felt really good to get that off.” Roman said with a slight chuckle.

”I figured it would. It's definitely swollen up pretty bad. You really took a beating,” she said with a concerned look. ”Is it okay if I touch it?”She asked as Roman nodded. She gently palpated his knee as she continued to assess the damage. He tensed up slightly as she touched the most tender spots. Once she reached the source of the pain, he groaned loudly through clenched teeth. She looked up at his face, now contorted with agony. He struck the table with his fist to keep from making another loud outburst.

Draya looked into his anger filled eyes as she began,”Roman, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you wrestle The Miz until you have this checked out. From what I can tell, it can be something serious. It’s swollen, you can’t really put much weight on it, the possibilities are endless for what it could be. How about you rest here and think things over before going through with the match? Once you make a decision, I can tape it up for you.” She said as her eyebrows raised slightly with concern.

“Okay,” he said with a heavy sigh. He ran his hands down his face as he dropped his head back against the wall. “I’ll trust your opinion,” he said quietly. He ran his hands back through his hair as his cousins looked on.

“Aight, we are gonna be back, uce. We have our match out next, I’ll let Aunt Patti and Unc know what’s up. You’re in good hands so I trust you’ll be aight,”Jimmy said with a wink.

“Yeah, man! Listen to her and we go get this dub. You still have an ass kicking to dish out to The Miz for this bullshit!” Jey said as he dabbed up Roman.

“Alright, I’ll see y’all,”Roman replied before looking back at Draya.

Once the twins left, silence filled the room. Roman closed his eyes briefly to let the ice work it’s magic. Draya prepared a heat pack before sitting down next to Roman. He heard the chair squeak a little and opened his eyes. He looked at her beautiful face and thought to himself,”you’re wasting your chance! Say something!” He nodded reassuringly and decided to listen to his gut.

“Hey, I know this should probably be the furthest thing from my mind but with so many questions about tonight, as far as me wrestling and what this injury is, I would love to hear a little about you. I mean, if you’d like to share. I’m not going anywhere for a while,”he said with a weak smile.

Draya looked at him and smiled meekly. “I guess that’s a good way to fill the time. Where should I start?” She said as she looked around in search of an idea. “Well, I am a former dance team captain for the Orlando Magic and Naomi was one of my best friends growing up. We worked together for about 3 years and I used the money I made there to put myself through school for athletic training. I worked alongside the Magic’s trainers during school to get my credits. Once I graduated, Naomi called me up and told me about the opening here, knowing how much of a wrestling fan I am. She thought it was perfect. She was definitely right. I love it, I get to watch the events and interact with you guys. I never thought my career would bring me here but I’m glad it did.” She laughed a little as she bit her lower lip before she looked back at Roman and commented,”Okay, Mr. Powerhouse, spill it. Tell me the juicy deets.”

Roman’s eyes opened wide,” Juicy deets? Uh, let’s see. Well, I’m 24 also. I kind of grew up around the business but never saw myself becoming a wrestler. I thought I could just go off to college and graduate then find a job at some big financial corporation. You know, one of those fancy Wall Street dudes. Instead, I found a job as an intern for a small local bank here in Pensacola. It started off great but the more I worked the less satisfied I felt. I was sinking financially and emotionally. It was a lot going on and I turned to wrestling as my escape. I took it on as a hobby until the old man told me that I needed to make a choice, and I chose to pursue wrestling wholeheartedly. That led me to trying out for FCW and now NXT. I feel genuinely happy after all the hell it took to light that fire under my ass. It was some other factors in there as well but those are stories for a later time.” He said with a slight chuckle as he look back at her, now relaxed, face before he continued. “You know, I don’t know exactly what you’re looking for right now but I am glad that we are talking. There’s something about you that intrigued me.” He said as he lifted his hand to his beard pensively.

Draya’s eyes widened as she laughed at his comment,”Y’know I get that a lot, I really do! To answer your question, I feel like I’m ready to date again. I put that on the back burner to focus on my career and now that I have my dream job, I’m ready to share this journey with someone else. Now, it’s my turn to ask what are you looking for?” She asked boldly.

“Wooo, it’s a little hot, do these tables come with heated seats,” he asked jokingly in response to her serious tone. “Before getting into wrestling and all this stuff, I was in a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart. Lisa, was the woman I had envisioned sharing the rest of my life with. Honestly, I never saw myself doing anything without her. We just seemed to go through a rough patch after graduating college and never recovered from it. I spiraled out of control not being able to work through the pain. I became an asshole, I’ll admit it. I didn’t care about anything or anyone after going through that relationship. I just wanted the hurt to go away, which led me to work out constantly and study moves in the ring. I got in front of the crowd to wrestle and all of that melted away. The anger and pain is gone. I am open to finding someone else now. I realize that it just wasn’t meant to be. I accepted that fact, now I’m deciding to let it go to make room for something else to grow.” Draya looked up, blown away by the maturity of his words and the conviction in his eyes.

Roman shifted slightly, wincing as he struggled to get comfortable. Draya removed the now melted ice pack and replaced it with a heat pack to relax the pain away. “How does that feel?”she asked sweetly.

“It’s still pretty tender, I think I should be able to make it through tonight. What do you think,”he asked with a small bit of hope in his voice.

“We can test it out by having you stand on it a little bit. In my opinion, I think you should take it easy. But, knowing how bad you most likely want to get some revenge on The Miz in your hometown, I can clear you for the match. I will tape it pretty heavily though and place the knee pad over it.”

He nodded as he thought over the options she listed. “I’ll get up, are you sure that you can handle it alone? I can wait for those two knuckleheads to come back.” He replied in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, I got you.” She said as she held out her hand for him to take.

He grabbed her hand and pulled himself up to a fully seated position. He carefully lifted his leg off the wedge and shifted his weight so his legs dangled off the side. He took her hand again to help him push off the exam table as he planted his left foot on the ground. He stood up and placed his right foot on the ground with limited weight on it. He grimaced slightly but as soon as Draya looked up, he laughed nervously.

“I’m fine, I’m good.” He said as he pounded his chest a little bit.

Draya drew closer in case he needed more support than he was willing to admit. He smiled as he felt the warmth of her body brush past his. “How do you feel on your feet?” She asked before letting go gradually. He shifted his weight and tried to walk a small distance. He had a very noticeable limp and was definitely walking slower than normal.

“I think I’ll be okay for tonight. I know it’ll be a huge bullseye but I’ll work smart.” He said confidently.

“Aight, I’ll tape it up then. Here sit on the table again.” She said as she patted the spot.

He leaned and scooted back on the table enough for her to start wrapping his knee. Draya bent down to one knee as she carefully began to wrap the knee with white athletic tape until it ran out. She secured the tape before she grabbed his knee pad to slide over her handy work.

“Okay, this is gonna be extremely uncomfortable while I put this on. Let me know if you need a break.” She looked up at him for confirmation before starting.

“Trust me, I’ll be fine!” He said with a confident smirk, trying to mask the nervousness he felt on the inside. She started to slide it up, taking her time as she approached the most tender spots. He groaned slightly in discomfort as she managed to get it into place.

“Thank you so much!” He said with a sharp exhale as she stood back up. He stood back up and Draya quickly offered herself as support. His knee gave a little as she stood next to him. He grabbed her instinctively, bringing her closer. The two stood closely looking into each other’s eyes longingly unable to pull away. The connection between them was stronger than they both were ready for. It was as if their souls remembered meeting each other in another life. The energy filled the room with warmth as they continued to stand there.

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allaboutwannaone-blog · 6 years

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how i fell in love

character: sungwoon genre: slight angst, fluff word count: 1.6k author’s note: i feel like this really sucked but i have no idea how to rectify it and that sucks even more?? :((( btw I'm thinking of making this into a series with wanna one,,,, do y'all want to see it happen?! :0)

• to-do list:

• one. grab sooin’s files from professor yoon

• two. get two chai lattes for david tomorrow on the way to school

• three. send sungjae the chemistry class notes

• four. finish haejung’s part up for the literature task (deadline is tomorrow!!!!!!!)

• sighing in accomplishment, you scratched yet another task off the list. you’ve finally finished seven of them; you’ve helped chris order a table off etsy, printed out lena’s notes, tuned your guitar to lend it to jisook tomorrow afternoon and more.

• if anyone were to step in to your room at this point of time, they would slowly back out, utter a small prayer, and close the door quietly. post-it notes were strewn all over the place, your bed was even messier than how mama 2017 went down.

• the last time your mom called you for dinner was ages ago, and the pink-and-orange-streaked sky had now been replaced with a sea of a black and sparkling stars.

• this was a regular thursday night for you,,, despite having finished your work already in school, you were still huddled at your desk, busying yourself with the errands your classmates had entrusted you with

• even though that meant that you rarely had free nights, you just couldn’t seem to say no to them. besides, the grateful looks on their faces every time you helped them out (and occasional treats) would just make your day. (be gone, cheese!)

• but sometimes,, just like how it was today, it would do nothing but to suck the life out of you, and you could not help but to blame yourself for having such a submissive personality. you really wanted a break but you still had many assignments left and you were on,, the,, verge,, of,, death

• just then, your phone buzzed.

• sungwound: yo can i come over

• sungwound: why aren’t u replying me

• sungwound: i mean pft i won’t even need to get ur permission because ur parents love me but

• sungwound: i’m starting to think that u’ve been kidnapped

• sungwound: I’M GETTING WORRIED??1?!?!??!??

• sungwound: i’m wounded that u aren’t looking at my texts

• sungwound: k nvm i’m coming over in five mins, make sure u don’t die

• BUT because you were too engrossed in rearranging your notes for sungjae, you missed those texts and left your worried best friend, sungwoon to fend for himself///1/‘’1/

• and that was why when your door was flung open,, you were just like “m OM i’ll go down and eat a snack later iM fI NE!!!!”

• sungwoon, in a fighting stance: “i swear to god if you do not get your hands off that laptop in two seconds you might have to catch some hands”

• you turned around and jumped, hit your head on your ceiling, left a hole there and shot to the outer space

• jk but that literally was how shocked you were to see him

• but wo w sungwoon with fluffy pyjamas and and tousled hair?? an aesthetic concept that u’re totally digging

• you also noticed that he had carried a duffel bag with him too

• you, squealing: “YOU’RE SLEEPING OVER?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?”

• him, in an equally high-pitched tone: “YES!!!!!!!!!!!!”

• he launched himself into your arms,, squealing gibberish and laughing (like how he did when jisung handed him his fairy wand in wanna one go)

• (0_0) (0o0) \(0o0)/ 1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1! <- your heart/mind at that moment

• after holding on to his soft body for a whole five minutes you pushed him off, telling him apologetically to give you twenty minutes to finish up your work.

• all while chanting *nope i do not like him, i’m a nun, i shall devote my life to my boy bands, i do not have an attachment to this amazingly beautiful boy* in your mind

• sungwoon, holding his hand to his heart and sprawled on the ground: *gasps in korean* *rolls up sleeves* look y/n, i’ve climbed hills and swam seas to finally reach your house,, and you’re telling me to mIN D MY OWN BUS INES S FO R 20 MINU TES!!!??!?!!? REALLY??!?!?! IN FRONT OF MY SALAD????

• you, focusing on your computer screen: firstly,, you live just a block away and secondly,, there ain’t no salad here hAh so CASE CLOSED

• and then it went surprisingly quiet for ten minutes,, and your sungwoon-o-meter told you that this was dangerous but hell nah your focus was just as strong as park seojoon’s in she was pretty btw great drama

• first attempt: just as you predicted, a few moments later, you found a small gummy bear right below your nostrils. “c’mere c’mere” he chanted, tickling your chin and trying to bribe you out of your sitting position.

• second attempt: “look (look) at (at) me (me)” tried to whip out his echoing talent but nuh-uh.

• third attempt: “i’M tELLiNg yOuR pAreNTS”

• finally giving up, he pulled up a chair next to you, quietly sifting through the contents on your table.

• just then, he noticed something.

• snatching the to-do list from your clutch, he read through it, the look on his face hardening.

• “what the hell is this?” he gritted his teeth, fixating his intense gaze on you. shocked and frightened at his sudden change in mood, you stumbled over your words. “e-erands f-for my f-friends?”

• he scoffed, “your friends? you call them your friends? they’re using you, for god’s sake.” he scanned through the list again, shaking his head and turning to you. “why can’t you see it? they are using you.”

• “n-no, they said they were busy.” you felt the need to stand up for your friends, especially since they looked like they’ve got so much on their plate when they pleaded with you, puppy-eyed look on their countenance.

• he closed his eyes, as though trying to steady his furious, short breaths. “believe me, i can guarantee you that all of them, who have given you these tasks, are either at a party, drinking, sleeping or watching netflix right now. in fact, haejung just posted a picture of her with her boyfriend half an hour ago.”

• whipping out his cell phone, he scrolled to her profile, confirming what he just said.

• “but-“

• “look, y/n. you have to understand this. you can’t keep helping people like that.” he reached for your shoulders, gaze boring into yours.

• “think of it this way. if everyone in the world only has one last glass of water to drink from, people who can’t take the thirst anymore will start sipping from their glass. and once they’ve downed the entire thing, if they are greedy, they’re going to ask others or more water. and people like you,” he pointed at you, his tone exasperated and furious.

• “people like you, who puts others before yourself, will give their water to them. i get that you’re magnanimous and will hate to see anyone feel down, but before you know it, your drink will be empty. you will be the one suffering, whilst they enjoy the water you’ve given them.”

• “i’m blessed to have such a kind-hearted person by my side but, i hate it that you’re so naive. why can’t haejung finish up her own part for the project? i know for one it’s because she knows that you’ll do it for her and not complain about it afterwards! didn’t you see sungjae watching anime during lessons just now? he should face the consequences of his own actions! and lena is just lazy to walk over to the library to print her stuff out. why are you wasting the ink for a thirty-page document for her when she can’t even be bothered to waste her time and get it done herself?” he rubbed his temples, pacing up and down the room.

• “you’re the smartest person i’ve ever seen, but you’re an idiot too. and you know what’s the worst kind of idiots in the world? kind idiots. because people will trample all over you and make you do their work. and i hate that you’re just that.”

• huffing, he walked to the end of the room, sliding open the balcony door and slamming it, going outside to clear his mind.

• and at this moment, while others would expect you to be mad at the seemingly offensive words he had spouted our, you found yourself feeling nothing of that sort.

• first came the intimidation. this was the first time he had shouted at you like that, and you were shocked at how mad he was. the five hours you’ve been friends with him, he had only bickered with you, getting frustrated sometimes. but never like this.

• then came the realization. that you were in fact, just a puppet made for people to drag and pushed around. that people you thought you knew and liked were now anything but what you thought of them. and that you should probably get yourself away from them as soon as possible, though it might just be the hardest thing ever.

• then came the great epiphany that

• holy feck,, you liked him. you liked sungwoon and tonight’s incident just confirmed and in fact, caused you to fall for him even more. this was the first time someone ever cared for you like that, and it was...strange.

• but nice.

• and warm.

• and comfortable.

• and makes your heart beat-box and do dub-step.

• snapping out of your daze, you placed your hand on your chest in a bid to calm your erratically beating heart down.

• just then, sungwoon came in. he shuffled towards you sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck and looking anywhere but you.

• “u-uhm, i’m sorry for shouting at you just now, you wanna put some face packs? i brought some from innisfree over. we can use those and w-watch a movie?”

• you, observing his handsome features that now seem to be more prominent to you: ......

• “i’ll teach you my skincare routine???”

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fanfics #yoon jisung #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #kang daniel #park jihoon #park woojin #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin #ha sungwoon

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Re: The Wendigo argument, there's this instability trait which is prevalent on the internet these days. There are a lot of very unstable young men and women who try to give themselves meaning and worth by deeming themselves "gatekeepers" of either political correctness or cultural appropriation. Down to a man the ones I've seen in CS and in other communities are typically insecure to the point of near-mania and with any number of mental issues. Gatorbite and VCR are like poster boys. 1 of 2

- The best way to deal with this sort of nonsense isn’t to argue with them which is ultimately narcissistic supply and a means for them to try and show how morally “superior” they are to their victim, it’s simply best to flat out block them if needed or ignore them. Might seem harsh but I have personal issue with the way they use issues of gender and culture to bully every community they touch and to intimidate younger people with threats of dubbing them “bad people” or public defamation. 2 of 2

(1)Citing “Windigo Psychosis: the anatomy of an emic-etic confusion” an academic journal by a group of anthropologists: “When the windigo phenomenon is considered from the point of view of group sociodynamics rather than from that of individual psychodynamics, the crucial question is not what causes a person to become a cannibalistic maniac, but under what circumstances a Northern Algonkian is likely to be accused of having become a cannibalistic maniac(2)and thus run the risk of being executed as such. It is argued that those so executed were victims of triage homicide or witch hunts, events common in societies under stress.” Hell just that alone should be enough. Algonkians and other natives were straight up murdered over a mythological creature that was used against them. No one besides Algonkians are in any placeto make a CS/adopt design based on something with such a dark historical context.(3)Looking beyond Wikipedia could have easily told you this. Also, no anon, you fucking idiot, the wendigo was a thing before the term “wendigo psychosis” even existed as a culture-bound syndrome. AND IF YOU PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER… usually “culture-bound” syndromes are inherently racist and untrue.

Didn’t vcr-wolfe get called out for something too tho like if you’re gonna be the 1# sjw for everything wouldn’t it be ironic to get a call out for a shitty thing you’ve done

OH MY GOD. that post is LITERALLY a whole fucking year ago. once again vendetta anons pull shit from their ass. that character isnt even a freaking adopt, and vcr doesnt even have a species and has hardly sold maybe 3 adopts in the last 6 months? maybe if yall weren’t reaching so far into the past for some petty bs we could stay on topic for once lmao

Wait is there any proof of them being white?? I’ve I beleive I saw vcr wolfe say they’re native or smth before. But the thunderbird thing is so stupid lmao in the Wild West tm a lot of towns only had like white people because natives were driven out. I mean depending on the characters setting. Plus there’s majority of white people. Thunderbirds aren’t like a wendigo, you can say it’s name and talk about it and it wouldn’t attack just you so I don’t see a problem lmao

I think the issue here is you’re going to have people from a culture saying something is offensive, but someone else from the same culture saying that it’s not offensive and they’re glad you’re taking interest in their culture in the first place. See: Every East Asian mythology based CS out there, basically. Literally there is no right or wrong across the board, nobody “wins”, and that’s just how life is. Grey morality exists, just let people make content they enjoy ffs.

People act like VCR-WOLFE’s word is law or something. I can see being passionate about causes and all but they take the cake for extremism. People should be allowed to make a character any race to fit their preferences or just their likes, of course within being respectful. I think VCR gets some kind of high and mighty buzz by going after people, especially us evil whites.

multiple poc: hey this is offensive. yall: uhm idk that sounds fake :/. one poc: yeah it’s fake. yall, digging your claws in: YOU SEE? WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG! THIS ONE POC HAS VALIDATED OUR RACISM FOREVER! *pterodactyl screech*

Is vcr wolfe a serious account or is it just some random asshole that enjoys stirring up people by being the dictionary image for the social justice warrior stereotype that literally everyone hates. I have seen them be a little weiner before (cue them accusing me of misgendering them), I would take nothing they say seriously because honestly they are a joke.

Why does this Wendigo shit still come up? This is the same as the sombrero Mario crap that blew up on twitter. Quit speaking for other cultures that you don’t belong to. Native American people have expressed both support and distain for the issue. A wendigo is a monster, why is making a monster be a monster suddenly such a taboo? You can white knight the subject to death, you aren’t in the wrong but you’re certainly not in the right either. If you don’t support it then don’t.

context: the wendigo was used as a slur and label for natives/Algonquins who were mentally ill (aka called them canibals; hence “wendigo psychosis”) and was used to justify their genocide so making an adopt out of such a theme isn’t taken lightly as this has a historic context you can’t erase (source: I live in the algonquin northeast) (½)mythical creatures such as vampires and werewolves come from a ton of different cultures and generally they’ve been reinterpreted so often that it doesn’t retain its origin context. here’s another point- the Algonquin people still exist. despite the mythical creature being used against them they are more than in the right to use it how they see fit. it’s sorta like how the lgbt community took back the word “queer” while a straight person should definitely not call a gay person “a queer” (2/2)

Btw the wendigo isn’t a legend ! It’s a tale told up north and is taken very seriously. The reason people don’t want you to use it is because saying the name is suppose to make you a victim ( aa I forgot I’m sorry ) BUT I still beleive if you do your research u should be okay like just don’t make it a xD murderer monster cannibal

The thing with a wendigo character is not everyone is going to see/research the full story of them, because they’ve been big in media for awhile now. Until Dawn, Supernatural, even My Little Pony. And tbh, it’s something that while drifting away from the original intent, does bring traditional stories to the homes of others, who otherwise would never know the term, or know of the monsters. Mass media is keeping our culture alive, even as we kill it ourselves by not letting others near it.

this just in: vcr-wolfe solely dictates what can and cannot be used from cultures in character designs

VCR is mixed actually lol

VCR-wolfe is actually half mexican. So maybe don’t be fucking racist?

Can we stop the “ insulting = I’m right” thing it’s so stupid. If someone’s discussing something or DOESNT KNOW you don’t have to insult them. You look like a jerk js ( this is towards the anon in the wendigo post about wendigo-psychosis). The person was just basically saying ‘fun fact’ no need to call them a fucking idiot jeez

Mixed with what? I’ve seen this argument on another drama site. If they are mixed, they are white enough to pass as entirely white. Even then your word isn’t some divine rule on what is right & wrong. VCR constantly leans on the “I’m mentally ill” schtick, maybe they should focus on themselves for a bit & quit badgering people that want to enjoy another culture. Geez would bringing back segregation make you fuckers happy, let start DNA testing before you can draw or create a non white character.

The anon about wendigo pychosis got their panties in a twist lmao. If we can’t use anything with “” dark historical context" or “ only ____ are allowed to use this” then we all might as well sick to our own religions and make nothing but what we’re born into/practice. So if you’re native and you make a nun rabbit prepare for a ass chewing ! :( keep whining about everything you just sound like a broken record lmao you “” fucking idiot “”

Wait so if vcr-Wolfe isn’t native what say do they got in it then??? If they’re Mexican/white ??? Why don’t they step down and let real native/mixed natives speak for themselves and not have someone gatekeeping their beliefs Jesus lord I LOVE when none natives try to speak for my culture

Multi poc people: this is bad y'all: SEE ITS EVIL Multi poc: its alright do your research tho Y'all: WTF THATS BAD WHAT ABOUT OUR TOKEN FRRIENDS SAYING ITS OKAY AAAA Get your head out your ass dude there’s two sides to the shit just because people back your opinion doesn’t mean you can use your poc friends as a way to wave it around. You’re being just as bad to diss other peoples opinions FROM THE SAME GROUP lmao

i’m ndn, and personally my opinion on the entire thing is, don’t make wendigo characters for profit in general, especially if you’re not ndn. i don’t even like seeing my brothers, sisters, and two-spirited brethren do it. it’s one thing to make one for personal use, and as long as you’re not making them uwu edgy wendigo doggo that eats people uwu then.. honestly? who cares. but stop making wendigos when you know nothing about the culture, or that many tribes have different lore on it.

also the entire thing of wendigo psychosis being a thing: false. that was a term made up waaaaay after the fact. the thing is, there are multiple tribes that believe in wendigo, many have different names for it, and there’s even variations born differently like wechuge. but the fact of the matter is that most people don’t even read in or pay attention beyond the edgy cannibal shit to know that a wendigo is pretty much a skeleton made out of ice in most tribal cultures LMAO not a fucking dog

the entire purpose of people saying ‘hey if you don’t understand it, don’t make it’ is so that you don’t make a mockery of our legends, lore, culture, and history. not so you can’t have fun. it’s like me making a black character and making them stereotypical and completely shitting on it, and then doubling back with the ‘oh i made a black character so i understand black struggles’ shit like. it’s not cute when you do it to any race or culture so stop.

Why is it a crime to make Wendigo characters but when some family lines (before me, I don’t care) wouldn’t approve of the use of nordic mythos no one bats an eye at adopts that play off them, or for that matter, movies and shows that paint them in completely inaccurate ways. You can’t close the mythos of one culture & make it untouchable while saying some are fine to take from, that isn’t how it works.

VCR is mixed Mexican Navajo and saying a mixed person is basically white is just fucking ugly and racist as shit, holy shit

Nordic myth is white myth and white people are not in any danger of having their culture stamped out and then reinterpreted by their oppressors while they are punished for trying to access it, unlike, you know, Native American myth. Reverse racism isn’t real

‘nordic myth is white myth and–’ it’s still someone’s religion, so yeah actually it still stands, either all religions are sacred inherently and are off limits or none are and you can’t bitch and whine and moan and throw a social justice tantrum into that being untrue, people making shitty wendigo ocs isn’t stamping anyone’s religion out any more than marvel making a shitty version of loki is, they’re equally stupid but harmless

Except there is a huge fucking difference between open and closed religions? Nordic pagan worship is an open religion. Native folk religions are closed religions. Christianity is an open religion. The Amish are, by and large, a closed sect. Sincerely, an nordic heathen who knows full well what people can take from my belief system

“Werehyenas can’t be made into species and characters because they appropriate African culture uwu~” The hyena and werehyena have a very similar negative connotation in African folklore by you don’t see them getting so butt hurt over them being used. I get so sick and tired of people saying you can’t base a CS or Character off of a fictional monster. I guess I should toss out my Church Grim OC because that’s an insult to English and Scandinavian Folklore as it guards a place considered sacred

literally no one is saying dont ever do it theyre saying be respectful, follow the originating culture’s traditions, and dont slap a native myth on a white character because its disrespectful to the culture you supposedly like so much youre pulling from them. entitled much?

"my friend finds this thing offensive! your friend doesn't find this offensive? stop tokenising your friends, also YOUR friends are WRONG!" so native voices only count when they agree with you? maybe accept that an individual can't speak for an entire group, and that people from within the same culture can have very different ideas about what cultural appropriation even is.

Everyone yelling about wendigos when they're ignoring the fact Sincommonstitches literally made a design based off the imperial rising sun (you know- rape of Nanking?? Children and women slaughtered?) and day of the dead (mexican holiday already shit on for $$$) guardians, sold them for profit, and then bitched in a journal when they got called out how they shouldn't have to deal with this and they need their fiance to handle their pr now lmfao

Keeping all this in one post, anything new sent in will be added to this post. While it is on topic, it is far from species related.

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Niggas completely uninformed I don't burn bridges, yo, I keep the haters' runnin' for em' I ain't one of y'all peers, I'm the sum of all fears Somebody stronger than me? Who that? 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submissiveagression · 6 years

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2016

My birthday 2016 Your wife decides to message me after going thru our Facebook messages and all hell broke loose. I found out you hadn’t moved, y’all were not separated, you only covered the tattoo because it was crooked, you felt sorry for me and you only replied to me for entertainment only. She claimed y’all were still fucking even tho you had told me y’all were not since November of 2015 😒 the next day I think I posted to Facebook but took it down and sent her all the pictures and videos you sent me.

Me:

And before I end my entertainment career these are for you

Her:

Date missing to support your picture...videos, ok! And seperation agreement was the same one we were about to sign, but didn't! He simply printed that from offline, in which anyone can..notice the date is handwritten...no official document would be handwritten

Me:

All that is from this year. One clearly states September 16 as in a few weeks ago.

But that's neither here nor there ✌🏾️

Her:

Exactly how do I know that, knowing how you operate! You've been working your ass off to split us up...clearly because you want him for yourself! You had your moments with him, but now I'm suppose to believe they're from this year...you have your way of cutting and pasting and setting up shit to display whatever it is you want to convince someone...so if you going to present something, present it with him in my face. Because this right here, especially your "in bed" picture won't do! Call me what you want! Difference between you and I, idgaf what you or anyone else think of me! I always do me based on whats best for me and mine! Put it this way, until he tell me he don't want me, or he don't love me no more..etc..WE aren't going anywhere. You were his joke, and somewhere down the line, if you finally and actually get over him...you'll see it! Until then, keep chasing what don't want you, while he chase me! For future reference don't want, what don't want you! It fucks you over, and it reveals your low self-esteem! Find someone else! This fish won't be biting the bait no mo!

Me:

Working my ass off to split y'all up? Cutting and pasting? Really? Is this what he tells you? O don't have that kind of time. I can clearly see he's been lying you and I both. Whether you choose to believe so. Those pictures of him are from this year. Some months ago some recent. But you know deep down He has been playing two sides of the fence. You know before I moved He was still coming to my apartment and fucking me if he wanted. You know that! You can call me the dumb desperate bitch all day long. And you can believe whatever you want. But will feed me bullshit and go to extravagant lengths to keep me around just like he does you. That why I can and have called his father to talk about what He and I have been doing. Just like you can. He is trying to live a double life through you and me. And I'm not about to continue to argue about it. You see what has been going on. There is no bait to bite. Like I told Him I'm done. I'm taking me and my children including MY son and we are leaving. I've done what the court has asked and that's to give him a 30 day notice. You know who and what a sick person you are dealing with. And if you chose to stay then you're just a dumb bitch like me. But that's your decision. I'm done!

Her:

Dumb bitch? A wife that stays loyal, takes care of home, make sure her husband is good good on many levels, can never be the dumb bitch! But a bitch chasing some married dick, can make important decisions to make sure her child has the best relationship with their dad, and doesn't put herself second to that, WILL ALWAYS be the dumb bitch! You are fighting for something that hasn't and wasn't yours to begin with, it was simply borrowed once upon a time! So lets not categorize enough to try to save me a seat in the dumb bitch section! We don't compare! The reason you have access to my father in law is simply because of his stepmom and the fact that you have your son! Sick? That would be you! No he doesn't tell me shit! Let me tell you something, if I'm the side bitch, first of all! I wouldn't be boasting about, I wouldn't be content with it, and I could care less about what his wife (the one you claim to dislike) knew about it in detail unless I was trying to break them up for my own gain! Soooo he's not telling me shit about what you want, he could care less! This is what I take from the shit you do, the way you act! The way you can't allow him to be a father because of the shit we have to say to one another! Only a bitter ass woman would pull the shit you pull! And would go to desperate lengths to try to get through to someone they dislike to try to prove some shit! You can call me whatever you want but make sure you tell anyone I'm a mother before EVERYTHING because we could break-up today or tomorrow, and he'll always have the same rights to his kids as if we were together! Its called being a woman!

Me:

You get your information from going thru his things. Because I don't post shit about what he and I do. I talked about it with him so he's either telling you or you're searching. Up until today I have NEVER come to you with shit about him unless you step to me first. I was content with the situation I was in and the lies he told that's why he went to extravagant length to lie harder. I would be content as a wife with a cheating lying husband either. You are NO BETTER than me or any other woman. You are too are BITTER and that's why YOU text my phone. YOU watched him out the window. YOU inbox me. YOU make post and shit about me. YOU do things a content wife shouldn't have to do and a comfortable and secure one would never do. And as far as MY child I'm going to do what's best for me and mine. And watching his father hug and kiss on his mother and then watch him do the same thing else where isn't it. ✌🏾️Now be the woman you claim to be and go on about your day.

Her:

No you make sure you go about your day..this time you came to me...I'm far from bitter...truth be told, you do whats best for you, not the child...if thats true, him kissing two different women in front of your son, when do you take a stand to say I'm going to make sure I don't allow him to kiss me, one because he's married, and two because him being in his fathers life is more important than me setting that example thats its ok for him to kiss both of his mothers in front of him...so don't throw these double negatives trying to teach me something...sad thing is, you don't know what the best decision is...thats why you hold onto him but don't allow your son to do the same...all of your reasons for him not having him is because of him, me, or you, never because he puts him in harms way, or he did some neglectful shit! You don't know how to seperate your insecurities, your own selfish desires, from whether or not he have a father in his life...at this point you don't have the right to complain about the fathers that don't want to be in their kids life..considering you don't have a legitimate reason to take your son away from his...you're just as much as an asshole as they are. You simply can't get over the fact that I haven't left Him...and you trying to get him to come fuck you is just to give yourself comfort when you admit to yourself that I have his heart..something you want! The fact that you were begging for his dick shows how desperate you are, shows he hasn't been giving you action, Just messages, and how you hope to mess up a good thing...he only entertain your bullshit because of your son.. Not cause he enjoyed fucking you, or want to be with you! You just don't want to stare reality in the face!

Me:

HE has 1 mother and you are not it

Her:

I disagree.. But whatever make you sleep

Bio and bonus mother

Me:

I am his biological and only mother

Her:

Whats understood don'tvhave to be explained! Thats my son too dammit!

Me:

You a motherfuckin lie

Her:

If you say so

Me:

That's my son my blood you dubbed him a maybe

Her:

The blood shed is the only difference

Me:

He was a maybe to you remember

Where were you when he had surgery

What medical bill did you pay

Which tit you feed him from the right or the left

Bitch fuck out my face with that bullshit

Her:

Bitch at home tending to his siblings..duh..fucking dumbass and everytime he does anything for him, just keep in mind. Iys comes from both of us...as in OURS, SAME HOME, SAME ACCT, SAME EVERY FUCK THING...he 's under the roof of the home WE pay bills at...I feed him OUR food, and when he's sleepy he cries for me and lays on my chest and cuddles up under me in OUR bed. Next time, January, I'll be there for his surgery since you were looking for me! Now I know! Dumb bitches make my ass itch! I swear

Me:

Well thank you for the rent money. He has. I surgery in January. And you should get your ass checked.

Her:

Rent money ? Girl what you know about that? Considering you're no longer providing a roof over your lil familys head. Surgery, I just told you I know when its is. I got you girl. And as far as my ass, your bd eats it often even when he was fucking with you, you know, around the same time he was fucking with you. None of these arguments have been about you having an std or anything. So I think I can pass on seeing my doctor..just an occasional itch from having irritable bitch syndrome, you should know all about that. Now run along! Now that the kids are settled, and I've showered. My side of the bed is empty and hubby don't like that! So I have to go! You kiss our son for us since your feelings didn't allow us to do it tonight! Nite bm✌

Me:

My bad, I meant to say kissing you! My fault!

Her:

Because my lease was and I moved. Since you share accounts you know he was paying it while I was pregnant. Idk what surgery you're talking about because my son doesn't have one scheduled and as far as eating ass he ate mine too and probably went home and kissed you. Just like he ate would like my pussy in the parking lot outside your aparatment when I picked my son and he went. Back up stairs to you! Hubby don't care. Because half the time hubby was texting me. Had you not popped in my inbox for my birthday he would still be texting me. You can go in the room and kiss your own son. The same son that was crying when his daddy was fucking me instead of helping me move. The same son that used to go out to the park with us while you were away. You're not special. No go to be with your cheating ass hubby. And you him both can drink bleach, swallow the barrel of a gun, or decide to become ceiling decor. The choice is yours. And as far as rent. Maybe you should embezzle some more money so you can stop being a unlawful detainer every other month. Goodnight!

Her:

Once again a bunch of made up bullshit! Feel better bitch? Night hoe! Go get raped again...you know the one you practically brag about! Sad ass bitch!

Me:

It's called public records do no it's not made up bullshit. And bitch kill yourself

Her:

Bitch I wasn't referring to my public records...can't be embarrassed about some shit I didn't do...I own every fucking thing I do...glad you took the time to research me...were planning on sucking my pussy like he did yours? Whats the importance in that? And kill myself, I live for my kids and our son...you're the bitch on fb looking suicidal..what you waiting for?

Me:

I guess you need my entertainment too huh both y'all asses miserable

Her:

No bitch you're miserable thats why you need his attention for your miserable, lonely, ass comfort! Good night! I have some marital dick to go sit on!

Me:

Yet you always on my facebook looking thru my shit

Martial cheating dick don't forget cheating

And make sure you tell your hubby it was your fault

Her:

Girl everything you just said was a fucking lie even down to the in laws...misery loves company...and bitch it take a sad ass bitch to allow a man to cheat on their wife...everybody has a fault in this except your dumbass! You don't own shit and wonder your life is so fucking miserable! Bitch you're the fault! Poor kids! Don't teach them about nothing! Clearly you're one big fuck-up right along with the person you claim to be the big fuck-up...you ain't no better than the trash you throw on his name

Me:

And if you believe that something is clearly wrong with you. And I thought you had duck to sit on why are talking to me?

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