#so even though we were meeting in person we were also all on our laptops and talking through the screen

[therand0mwriter]

FRIENDS-They All Know

OHSHC x Female!reader

[Unedited]

*3rd Person POV*

"Hello? I'm here to drop off the desserts!" (Y/N) called out as she entered music room 3, the room the Ouran high school host club uses. Kyoya stepped away from his laptop and made his way to the girl, "You're right on time." (Y/N) smiled at the ravenette, "Kyoya!"

Kyoya's heart skipped a beat and he fondly smiled at the girl. "Can you hold open the door for me as I bring in the carts?" She asked. "Of course," He said, doing as he was asked. (Y/N) pushed in a cart full of cakes and cupcakes, then Aiko came into view, also pushing a cart. "Ah, miss Takai, I didn't expect to see you. How are you doing?" Kyoya kindly asked the girl, putting on his host face. The bubbly girl giggled and smiled, "(Y/N) needed help bringing the carts and Murasaki couldn't miss her fencing club, so I'm here! Just for a moment though." Aiko explained.

She then looked around the room as (Y/N) brought in the 3rd cart, "Where is Honey-senpai?" Kyoya quickly put the pieces together about her crush on Honey, "Everyone is getting changed for our theme today." "Ooo, what are you guys wearing?" Aiko excitedly leaned towards Kyoya, said male sweat dropping at her close proximity. "Kimonos," He replied, thankful that the girl pulled away as she squealed in excitement.

"Alright, Aiko. I got the rest of the carts in." (Y/N) came up to the two. "What?! Already? I'm sorry, I got distracted thinking about how cute Honey-senpai is while wearing a kimono!" Aiko had hearts in her eyes as she daydreamed. (Y/N) fondly chuckled at the girl, "Daydream about him on your way back to class." "Okay! See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!" Aiko waved as she left.

Kyoya made his way over to the carts (Y/N) aligned and took in the desserts, "Everything looks amazing, as always." (Y/N) gently rolled her eyes whilst a small smile was on her lips, "You always say that." "Because it's true." Kyoya retorted. "I hope we're not causing you too much trouble with our orders." He added. "Oh no no," (Y/N) waved her hands in front of her, "You guys have helped me! Since you're ordering from us our club isn't getting shut down! Though I did hear through the grapevine that isn't the main reason why my club is staying... it's because two fellow students of high stature demanded that we stay. And I have a feeling those two students were you and Suoh."

"Are you asking or telling?" Was Kyoya's response. The sly smile on his face told her everything. She mischievously smiled, letting out a: "Hm." In response before heading to the door to leave. She opened the door and turned to Kyoya, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow."

*Time Skip*

The end of the day finally arrived and Kyoya was tired. Dealing with Renge took a lot out of him. He wondered if (Y/N) was still at the school, wanting to see her.

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Are you still at school? If so, where?

(Y/N)💛

I just got to the entrance

Why?

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

Wait for me

The girl did just that, taking a seat on the school steps and soaking in the evening sun. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as a cool breeze blew by her, making petals of nearby trees and flowers dance around her.

Kyoya exited the school and paused. In front of him was... art. That was the first word that came to his head when he saw her: art. The way she absorbed the light and the light absorbed her was breathtaking. The way the petals danced around her entire being was enchanting.

Kyoya felt a small smile grow on his lips, happy that he was the only one to see (Y/N) like this. He approached her, "You're stunning. You know that, right?" (Y/N) slightly jolted at his sudden presence. She turned to see the dark-haired boy and smiled, "I could say the same thing about you." The sun lightly dusting Kyoya's side, his now soft looking eyes, and gentle smile would make anyone stop and do a double take.

(Y/N) stood to meet Kyoya, "What did you want to talk about?" Kyoya sighed, remembering today's earlier events, "Apparently the host club might have a manager by tomorrow." (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What do you mean?" Kyoya gestured for them to start walking as he started to explain, "Renge Houshakuji, the only daughter of an Ootori family client, flew in from Paris to become a student of Ouran."

The two students arrived at Kyoya's car and the chauffeur opened the door for them, greeting them individually, "Good evening Mr. Ootori. Ms. (L/N), it's good to see you again." (Y/N) smiled, "Mr. Amaya, it's been too long! I hope your family is doing well." The older man brightly smiled, "They're doing amazing! My son just won his first championship in baseball! I know it's only middle school, but still! I swear, he'll become a pro-athlete one day!" (Y/N) softly clapped, "Wow! That's still amazing either way! Congratulations!"

Mr. Amaya leaned in with a grin and whispered, "And guess what?" (Y/N) also leaned in and whispered back, "What?" Amaya stood up straight and tall, practically glowing, "Me and my wife are expecting!" Both (Y/N)'s and Kyoya's eyes went wide, "What?! No way! On my gosh! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you two!" She leaned in and gave Amaya a hug, "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl yet?" They pulled away and Amaya shook his head, "Not yet, but when we find out, I'll let you know! Between you and me, I'm hoping it's a girl!"

"Amaya," Kyoya called out. "Why haven't you told me this yet?" Amaya rubbed the back of his head nervously, "I just never found the right time, Mr. Ootori. You always seem so busy, I didn't want to distract you." "I'm sorry I seem like you can't tell me things. Please, from now on, don't refrain from telling me about your achievements." Kyoya said, soft smile on his face. Amaya beamed, "Will do, Mr. Ootori!"

Kyoya gestured for (Y/N) to enter the car and she did, Kyoya following after her. Mr. Amaya closed the car door and entered the driver's seat, turning on the vehicle and driving away. "Where was I?" Kyoya questions. "Renge Houshakuji." (Y/N) responded. "Ah, that's right." Kyoya pushed up his glasses and continued explaining, "Towards the end of the club, Renge arrived and pretty much declared her love for me." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow in interest, "Oh really? What did she say?" 

"She assumed we're engaged." Kyoya said, slightly grimacing at the memory. (Y/N) chuckled, "Congratulations?" The ravenette male glared at the girl next to him. (Y/N) openly laughed at his response, "Alright, all jokes aside, why does she believe you're engaged?" Kyoya pinched the bridge of his nose, "She thinks I'm exactly like this character from an otome game she plays. She's apparently obsessed with him."

"Well, it definitely sounds like you had an interesting day." (Y/N) commented, an amused look on her face. "Tell me about it... But a part of me curious to see where things go." Kyoya said, ending with a thoughtful hum and his hand on his chin. "We're here, Miss (L/N)." Amaya suddenly calls, putting the limo in park. Kyoya got out first and held the door open for the girl. "Let me know how things go tomorrow, I'm invested now." (Y/N) said with a giggle. Kyoya fondly smiled at the girl, "Of course, anything for you." 

(Y/N) leaned down to the door opening and waved at Amaya, "Goodbye, Mr. Amaya! I hope your wife has an easy birth!" Amaya gave a large grin, "Thank you, Miss! I appreciate it! Take care!" (Y/N) leaned back up and looked towards Kyoya, "Thank you for taking me home, I'll see you tomorrow?" The young male nodded, "I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/N)." Before said girl turned to leave, she paused, staring at Kyoya. He gave her a questioning look, and she gave him a large grin, slightly jumping to give him a hug. They stumbled at first, the hug catching Kyoya by surprise before he was able to stable them. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and eventually, he buried his face into her hair.

After a good five second squeeze from (Y/N), she pulled away, the faintest trail of blush on her cheeks. She smiled once more, "Bye, Kyoya." She then turned and left, leaving a faint smell of vanilla and chocolate in her wake. Kyoya stood in place for a moment, trying to engrave everything he could about the moment he just had with his dream girl onto his mind. When he was ready, he re-entered the limo. As Amaya was pulling away from the (L/N) residence, he looked into his rearview mirror and saw an absolutely lovesick boy. Kyoya's eyes were half lidded and had a far away look, his cheeks and ears were a bright red. "Ah... he reminds me of when I met my wife.' Amaya wistfully thought.

The driver then cleared his throat, gaining Kyoya's attention, "Miss (L/N) is a lovely girl, huh?" Kyoya hummed and looked out the window, "Yes... she is." He placed his hand over his mouth in a nonchalant manner, but hiding underneath was a loving smile.

*Time Skip, Next Day*

Kyoya📓✍️🏻

We'll be outside in the main courtyard today. There's a giant camera crew so we'll be hard to miss.

(Y/N)💛

Got it👍we'll be there soon!

(Y/N), Aiko, and Murasaki arrived at the courtyard with silver carts containing drinks, and homemade sandwiches and desserts. "(Y/N)-senpai! Over here!" Hikaru and Kaoru called simultaneously. The girl smiled and gestured to the twins, "Come on girls, this way." Aiko and Murasaki followed their president to the Hitachiian twins, still pushing their carts.

When the three girls made it to Hikaru and Kaoru, they noticed that the boys were in basketball uniforms. "What's with all this?" (Y/N) questioned, referring to the camera crew and the boys new look. "Oh, this?" The twins started. "This is all our new managers doing," Hikaru started. "She thinks we need a movie about our 'new roles'." Kaoru finished. "We're basketball players 'enslaved enslaved in or own world', Honey-senpai is a 'baby faced thug', Mori-senpai is his 'childhood friend that's a flunkie', Haruhi is an 'honor student that's constantly being bullied', and Tamaki-senpai is the 'schools idol that has an inferiority complex'. I believe her exact words were: 'the lonely prince'." Hikaru and Kaoru explained together, their tone showing that they weren't that amused.

"Honey-senpai!? A thug?! I don't know whether to be excited or sad!" Aiko shouted in a mix of distress and excitement. "What about Kyoya?" Murasaki spoke up. The twins shrugged, "She said he's perfect just the way he is." (Y/N) chuckled, "Well here, we brought snacks. And make sure to stay hydrated." She then handed the twins each a water bottle. Hikaru and Kaoru smirked, "Oh (Y/N), you're so sweet to us, can't we take you home with us?" (Y/N) smiled at the two and simply stated, "No." The twins pouted, "Oh, boo. You're no fun." The girl raised an eyebrow at the two boys, "Then why are you friends with me?"

Hikaru and Kaoru opened their mouths to give a teasing comeback but was interrupted by Aiko, "I'm so sorry but me and Murasaki have to get to go now." Murasaki nodded, "I have to get to my fencing club." "And I have to get to my art club!" Aiko added. (Y/N) nodded in understanding, "Get there safely. And thank you for taking the time to help me transport the carts." Aiko gave a large smile, hooking her arm with Murasaki's, "We will! Tell Honey-senpai and Kyoya-senpai that we said hi and we're sorry we couldn't properly greet them!" The two girls waved goodbye, disappearing around the corner.

Hikaru and Kaoru gave (Y/N) a questioning look, "I thought they were in the baking club with you?" The girl nodded, "They are, but they're in other clubs too. They won't admit it, but I know they joined the baking club as an afterthought." She sent a very small sad, but also grateful, smile towards the place she last saw her club mates. Hikaru and Kaoru looked to each other out of the corner of their eyes and instantly knew what the other was thinking. In sync, they each took ahold of one of (Y/N)'s hands, gaining her attention again. "Worst case scenario," Hikaru started. "And they leave your club," Kaoru continued. "We'll quit the host club and join yours." The twins finished together, bringing (Y/N)'s hands up to their cheeks.

(Y/N)'s eyes went wide at the twins sudden offer, but then she fondly smiled at the two. She flipped her hands so she was now cupping their cheeks, "Oh, my kohais..." She started, her tone as fond as her smile. The way she was looking at Hikaru and Kaoru was driving them insane, making them eager to hear the rest of her words. "I can't have you do that, I would feel too guilty." The twins frowned and opened their mouths to protest but was cut off by their senpai. "But," (Y/N) started. "If you ever have any free time, you are still more than welcomed to come and join me." The twins gave a loving smile to the girl in front of them, nuzzling their faces into her hands and simultaneously responded, "We know."

Just then, a shout and loud clanging rang out, making the three jump in surprise. "What was that?" (Y/N) rhetorically asked, looking around along with the twins. At the same time, the three of them saw Tamaki run to a corner of the school. None of them could hear what Tamaki said, but when they saw his look of concern turn into one of anger, they knew something was wrong. Tamaki then ran and disappeared around the corner. "Suoh!"(Y/N) called out as the twins jumped from their seats. "Come on!" Hikaru and Kaoru shouted, running to where they last saw the blonde male, (Y/N) following suit.

The three teens peeked around the corner to see Tamaki cupping Haruhi's cheeks, concern written on his face, "Haruhi, are you in any pain?" Haruhi was rubbing his eye when he responded, "Yeah." Haruhi then pulled his hand away from his face to show something on his index finger, "It's my contact." Tamaki jolted in surprise, "Your... contact?" "Yeah," Haruhi nonchalantly started. "I guess it must have slipped out." Tamaki started laughing once he realized Haruhi was uninjured, "I see how it is! You're able to cry without using eye drops! So you're a full-fledged host now!"

(Y/N), Hikaru, and Kaoru all let out a quiet sigh of relief that nothing too bad happened. "You... you..." A female voice then gained everyone's attention. (Y/N) turned to see a girl with ivory skin, wide brown eyes, long golden brown hair, and a dark pink bow sitting atop of her head. "Please tell me you got that, cameraman!" The girl shouted, pointing at four male adults with film equipment sitting behind her. 'Ah, that must be Renge Houshakuji.' (Y/N) thought to herself. "Yes, boss!" One of the adults shouted back at Renge. "Other than Haruhi's contact falling out, that was an ideal final scene! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!" Immediately after Renge finished her spiel,  loud sound of glass breaking rang out throughout he area. 

Almost everyone jumped in surprise, looking to see what the cause of the sound was. Kyoya stood next to the, now broken, camera with a  rock in his hand. "No! What'd you do to my camera?!" The cameraman screamed in distress. Renge had a look of shock and meekly asked Kyoya, "What? Is something wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around here, Renge. Please stop being such a pest." Despite his, somewhat, kind words, Kyoya's tone was deadly serious. "'A pest'?" Renge repeated, tears immediately falling down her cheeks. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya!" Renge sobbed. "Why are you acting so differently now?! Tell me why!"

"Because that's not the real Kyoya." Tamaki's sudden words caused Renge to pause her crying. She turned to Tamaki, a confused look on her face. She then fell to her knees and continued crying. Haruhi stepped towards the sobbing girl, "Does it really matter?" Renge looked up to the brunette as he squatted down to her level, "Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than you expected him to be? Take a good look at the person inside and get to know him little-by-little. It's a lot more fun that way." Haruhi ended with a smile. Renge stared at him, taking in his words and calming down.

"Wow... it feels like I'm watching a drama." (Y/N) whispered to the twins, them nodding in agreement. The three of them pulled back from the corner. "I'm glad no one was hurt. Well, physically at least." (Y/N) said, slightly sweat-dropping at the memory of Renge getting her heart broken. "(Y/N)-chan!" A sweet voice suddenly called out. Said girl and the twins turn and see Honey and Mori making their way towards them. "I didn't know you were here! It's so good to see you again!" Honey cheered, jumping into (Y/N)'s arms for a hug. (Y/N) laughed, hugging him back, "It's good to see you too, Honey-senpai!" When Honey separated himself from the girl, Mori came up and caressed (Y/N)'s hair in a greeting. She largely smiled at her tall upperclassman, "It's good to see you also, Mori-senpai!" The male smiled at his underclassman with fondness.

From the sidelines, Hikaru and Kaoru did not like how friendly Honey and Mori were being with their senpai. "Hey... how do you three know each other?" Hikaru and Kaoru asked, slightly on edge. The twins senpai's turned their attention to them. "Oh, we met last year, around the time I was starting up my baking club." (Y/N) stated while a smile grew on her face at he memory. Honey joyously laughed, "Yup! We've been friends ever since!" Mori nodded in agreement. The twins were not happy that Mori and Honey knew (Y/N) longer than they have, they thought they had her all to themselves.

"(Y/N), you're still here." A new voice suddenly said, gaining the five teens attention. Kyoya had just come around the corner and was surprised to see (Y/N) along with most of his club members. As he walked up to the group, she happily called out to him, "Kyoya!" Kyoya noticed how the four males surrounding her tensed up at her sudden greeting towards him. Kyoya was happy with how she called out for him, but the male was mostly feeling dread. "I'm happy to see you, but what are you still doing here? I thought you would have left as soon as you dropped off the food." Kyoya questioned, watching the other four males out of the corner of his eyes. "Well when I dropped off the carts, me and Hikaru and Kaoru started chatting. Then we heard the commotion with Houshakuji, Suoh, and Fujioka. Afterwards, Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai came and greeted me. And now were here." (Y/N) smiled and shrugged.

Hikaru and Kaoru growled under their breaths before they shouted, "Oh great! How do you two know each other?" (Y/N) gave raised her eyebrow at the twins, confused at their sudden sour tone, "We met last year in class, right after I started my club." Honey and Mori lightly frowned when they realized that their favorite kohai wasn't close with just them, but with other members of their club. Hikaru and Kaoru gritted their teeth in irritation, "Why has everyone known you longer than us?!" Honey then piped up, "Wait, Hikaru, Kaoru, are you friends with (Y/N) too?" Kyoya and the twins didn't miss how Honey didn't call Hikaru and Kaoru: 'Hika-chan and Kao-chan'. "Of course we're friends with her! We've been friends since last year! She's our senpai!" The twins shouted, getting frustrated at the thought of sharing their favorite person with others.

The twins rising emotions started to affect everyone. Honey shouted with a stutter, "Y-Yeah, w-well she's mine and Takashi's kohai!" (Y/N) turned her confused look from the twins to her senpais, "H-Huh?" She then did a double take when Kyoya also stepped forward with a glare, "She's my equal, we share classes together, unlike you four." (Y/N)'s head was spinning. 'W-What's going on?!' She worriedly thought, panic surging through her.

"Will you all calm down?!" The six teens turn to see Tamaki and Haruhi, Tamaki's hands on his hips and Haruhi's arms crossed. Tamaki was the first one to call out, Haruhi then adding on, "Yeah, (L/N)-senpai doesn't belong to any of you! Can't you see that all your arguing is making her uncomfortable?!" The five boys paused and looked to (Y/N), and sure enough, her face was contorted into one of pure disconcertment. Instantly, the five males felt remorseful at how their arguing affected their favorite girl.

Honey was the first to speak up, tears brimming his eyes, "I'm sorry, (Y/N)-chan." Mori grunted in agreement, "I'm sorry." Hikaru and Kaoru nodded, "We're sorry, (Y/N)-senpai." Kyoya clenched his fists, upset with himself, "I apologize, (Y/N)." The girl took in the five teens expressions. She could clearly see and feel the guilt emanating from them. (Y/N) sighed then smiled, "I can't be upset with you all. I forgive you." The five hosts started to smile in relief but paused when the girl raised her index finger, "But! Under one condition: please, don't fight again."

The five males all made eye contact and realized something: they all have romantic feelings for the same girl, and they all want her to be happy. So, in the end, the five of them made a mental agreement: let's get along, for her sake. The five teens nodded and smiled at the girl. 

One thing they all secretly thought to themselves, though, was: 'Just because I have to get along with everyone else, doesn't mean I can't try to win her over, now that I have competition'.

#x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #ohshc #ohshc x reader #ouran high school host club #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya ootori #mitsukuni haninozuka x reader #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka x reader #takashi morinozuka #friends fanfic

[imagineandwrite]

𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 - 𝘐

I'd Rather Not

Word Count: 2.6k Words Warnings: Cussing, Terrible Humor, Reader is a player, Shuri has a staring problem

Y/N L/N has built her reputation amongst the students and teachers. Teachers knew her as a young lady with a bright future, while the students knew her as the school's fuck girl and dealer.

Yesterday marked the third year since she left her kingdom, and she still hadn't gone to visit. Three years since she last spoke to her grandparents, three years since she'd seen her sister, Nuru. Today was the anniversary of her and her roommate's friendship.

Riri Williams is a young woman busying herself with small and big projects. She got into MIT with a scholarship granted by the late Ironman, who paid for her books, dorm, tuition, and everything.

"Happy Anniversary," Riri hums and flops onto the floor next to Y/N. She took pride in knowing everything about Y/N, like her real name, where she was from, and more. She even knew about how her parents died and when she lost her virginity. They developed a pattern of Y/N doing random things at odd hours of the night and Riri attempting to stop her. Like yesterday, Y/N drove to glue chicken nuggets to her least favorite teacher's desk.

"We sound like a couple," Y/N scoffs as she lifts her body onto her bed, dragging Riri with her. They sit with their backs against the wall and a laptop playing Scooby Doo in front of them. Her eyelids are heavy, and she feels like she's floating.

"We ain't ever gon date, said so yourself," The shorter girl denies, leaning into her friend's side as she remembered when Y/N turned her down. Y/N told her she would never date her, not because she wasn't attractive, but because it wasn't in her nature to date. She never fully dated anyone, only sneaky links.

"That don't stop you from liking me," Y/N chuckles as she shifts the two to lie down. 

"Go to sleep, T."

The first three classes were easy minus random girls coming up asking for a quick meet or boys asking when Y/N would swing both ways. As usual, she turned the heads of both students and teachers, men and women. Y/N knew she was pretty, had since she was six after she batted her eyelashes at the cook so he'd give her two cookies instead of one.

It didn't help that she carried herself with masculine confidence, or at least that's what Riri said.

"It's something about a masculine woman with confidence that just butters our biscuits," She chuckled, her lips pursed as she tried to stop the smile from showing.

"Never say that shit again," Y/N deadpanned.

"I gotta stop hanging with Kayla."

She had one more class today, then she could sleep, but before that, she needed to get her textbook. The teacher, Mr. John, was her least favorite teacher of all. He was your stereotypical creepy teacher. Telling girls off for showing skin, giving remarks that made girls giggle uncomfortably, and he always seemed to be looking at the girls' legs.

It took eight minutes for Y/N to get to her dorm. She was stopped by a group of boys paying her for supplying their party and two girls throwing compliments at her.

Though the dorm was also Y/N's, she still knocked on the door. It felt wrong to barge in. It was like your sibling barging into your room, and then leaving the door open.

"Ri," She knocks twice, pressing her ear against the door. "I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Took me a couple of months, but I had my friend- Did we piss off Wakanda?"

"Not just us, this place is no longer-"

Knocking on the door interrupts Shuri, and the two glance between the door and each other.

"Ri, I left my textbook, and Mr. John is on my ass. Can I come in?"

"Just tell me where it is," Riri shouted, shoving past the shocked princess and looking around for the thick book. She hears Shuri asking her who it was, she ignores it in favor of stopping the door from opening.

"You got somebody over or something?" The person whispers, her filed fingernails poking over Riri's head to wave into the room. 

"Just tell me where it is and I'll-WOAH!" Riri stumbles back, barely avoiding being hit by the door as it swings open.

Shuri and Y/N stared at each other before the woman glared at her while reaching back to slam the door shut. "Who is this woman?!"

"Why didn't you stay outside?!" Riri shouts back, running around the two to grab her bag.

"Why is she here?!" Y/N interjected, following after Riri as she waved her hand towards Shuri, narrowly avoiding her face. Riri sighed, she should've known her roommate would come back soon.

Her eyes widen in realization before spinning back to point between the two women, "She helped me build it! Why you ain't here for her?"

"Build what?" Y/N demanded, twisting so she could look between the two. Shuri tilted her head, her eyes trailing the taller woman's figure before shaking her head clear of any thoughts.

"Ms. Willams built a vibranium detector. Did you help her?"

"I did a little razzle-dazzle," She admitted, scratching her head as she looked to the side. Riri shouted at her, reaching over to smack the woman's arm.

"Razzle dazzle, my ass! You helped me find parts and made corrections," She corrected, using her fingers to list each task. "You used that thing from your alarm clock to make it work."

"Will you shut the hell up?!"

"I need you to pack your things and come with me right now," Shuri demanded, glancing between the two.

"I have class in like fifteen minutes, and Y/N's late for hers," Riri protested as she shared a look with her roommate. Flinching at the glare Shuri gave her, Riri sighed as she looked around the room.

"Ok, just let me go to the bathroom real quick," Riri said as she crept around the princess who watched Y/N. Faintly she hears her roommate mumble, 'Why is she staring like that?' Halfway through the door, she looked up and cursed, "Shit!"

She ran to the corner of the room, glaring at the bald black woman who entered from the bathroom.

"I had it under control," Shuri insisted, slightly irritated. Okoye shrugged, her eyes never straying from Riri, "You asked for five minutes, I gave you six."

Riri watched as both of them crept towards her, and Y/N stepped in front of her. Shuri held her hand out, "Calm down." She pleaded.

"Get out," Riri demanded as she waved her hands towards the door, peeking around Y/N's arm. "Get out of our dorm."

The shorter girl looked around for something and settled for the speaker on the desk. She snatched it and held it in her arms, ready to throw it. "I swear, you better not take another step towards us."

"Mmph see how they teach the children here to treat their guests," Okoye said to Shuri in mock disappointment. Riri took the opportunity to shove her roommate and heave the speaker towards them. Okoye whipped her hand out, and a small metal rod extended into a full spear, slicing the speaker in half.

Shuri and Riri's mouths dropped open in shock at the action, "You brought a spear in here?!"

"I like her," Okoye chuckled. She grunted when Y/N threw a pillow at her, and she shouted, "We don't like you, this is a completely one-sided relationship!"

A breathy chuckle to her left drew Okoye's attention from the panicking duo and toward Shuri, whose eyes were still on Y/N. Riri lifted a heater over her head as the general stepped forward and grinned at them, "You small small girl, you can either come to Wakanda with your giant friend, conscious or unconscious."

"You need to be conscious of the way that you look, walking 'round here all that ash on your head," Riri sassed, glaring at the offended woman.

"Since the ash has been acknowledged, I'm offering you help," Y/N grinned, stepping around Riri to grab a small bottle of oil. She spun back toward the glaring woman with a smile and presented the bottle, "Use this hair oil to get rid of the rolling in baby powder look."

Shuri laughed as she leaned forward slightly before she stood straight to avoid Okoye's glare. "That's funny?"

"No, no it's not," she answered, trying to control her laugh.

"Mhm, I told you," she said, hitting Shuri's arm. The princess smiled in assurance, "You look good."

"Now, wait a minute," Y/N shouted, stepping and glancing between the two. "You knew she was walking round here looking like that?"

"She knew!" Okoye shouted, pointing at Shuri over Y/N's shoulder. The two shared a chuckle at the general's obvious distress. "Sweetheart, that is just foul."

"Riri!" Y/N started, quickly spinning to the startled girl. "If you ever do that to me, I will shave you bald and put baby powder on your head, so you twinning with black Caillou over here."

"Who is this Caillou?" Okoye scoffed, looking over at Shuri, who shrugged.

"It don't matter, we not going," Riri chuckled, adjusting the heater when Okoye went to step forward.

"You know what?" Shuri began, stepping back to grin at Okoye, "Let's leave them here and let them deal with the merman with winged ankles, who wants to kill them, alone."

"You're right," Okoye nodded as the pair walked towards the door. Just before they opened it, Shuri turned back with a grin and danced, "You got this."

"Mhm, with your heater," Okoye grumbled.

"Hell no," Y/N groaned, shuffling around before running around to pack her things.

"T, what're you doing?" Riri asked, watching the girl put folded clothes into a bag. She spun around to glare at Riri and waved her arms at Shuri, "Did you not just hear what she just said?"

After a moment, Riri sighed and went to pack her bag, "We'll need to stop by the workshop, all our projects are there."

They walked towards the car with Okoye in front of them and Shuri behind them. A girl walking past grinned at the group, "Hey, Y/N, you got a new toy for yourself?"

Shuri raised a brow but continued to walk. She could hear another person running up to them. "Y/N, wait!"

They paused right at the car and turned to look at the approaching woman. She was average height with braids in a bun. Y/N rolled her eyes with a huff as the girl reached up to hug her. Her hands stayed in her pockets as she leaned down slightly for her, "What's wrong now, Nat?"

"Just wondering where ya going?" Nature pouted, huffing when the taller girl shoved her away.

"Not like it matters, 'cause we ain't together, I'm working," Y/N murmured, scratching her neck as she glanced at the group behind her.

Okoye was checking something on her beads while Riri was staring at the pair. Shuri seemed to be glaring at the two of them, looking away when she caught Y/N's eye.

"Who is that?" She whispered, staring at the pair out the corner of her eye. Riri sighed as she shook her head, "One of her crazy ex flings, she got tired of the girl following her around and getting jealous. They ain't fucking no more, but Nature has a bad habit of telling everyone she's dating her."

Noticing the way Shuri's jaw clenched, she quickly spoke, "They never were and still aren't."

"Ready to go, sweetheart?"

An arm wrapped around Shuri's shoulders and pulled her into Y/N's side. She could see Nature glaring at her over her shoulder and grinned. Wrapping her arm around Y/N's waist, Shuri snickered, "Of course, Sthandwa."

Y/N smiled to herself and opened the door to let Shuri in. "This is the passenger side," Shuri argued as Riri and Okoye got in the back.

"Do you know where the garage is?" Y/N asked, lifting Shuri into the car and closing the door after checking she was in her seat correctly.

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[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Redwood Pyschiatric Institute - Part 6

MASTERLIST - PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

CWs: mention of ECT, mental hospital whump, mental health gaslighting, force used against patient (electric shock baton), forced psychiatric care

Matthew Cooper pulled up in front of a small house on the end of the street, pulling out his phone to send a quick text that read 'I'm here.'

On the screen were a series of previous, unanswered and unread messages he had sent to his friend Rowan.

'Hey Rowan. Just checking in.'

'Rowan, it's me. What's up bud?'

'Where are you?'

'PICK UP ROWAN'

'Fine. If you won't talk to me, I'm not going to try anymore'

Then, from today. 'Rowan, I'm coming over.'

Matt sighed as he dropped his phone into his pocket and clambered out of the car. He walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. He waited a moment, and when there was no answer, he rapped on the door with his knuckles. Still, nothing. The whole house seemed to be silent and still. He pressed his face to the one of the windows, attempting to peer through.

"Rowan!" He called.

No answer.

"Crap." Matt murmured. "Where the hell are you.."

He strode around the back of the house, searching for any signs of life from his friend. Finally, he spotted a back door, slightly ajar. It struck Mathew as strange. Rowan was not a careless person - in fact, quite the opposite, he could be rather paranoid, in Mathew's opinion. So it was completly out of the ordinary for his friend to leave a door unlocked, and Mathew also had no idea how long it had been open or if Rowan was even in the house still.

Cautiously, Matthew entered through the door, calling Rowan's name as he went. There were no traces of recent life - everything was put away neatly as Mathew would expect of Rowan, until he reached his friend's bedroom. This room was a mess - papers were scattered everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, on the desk.. Rowan's laptop was also still there, but Mathew wasn't keen to go trying to break into that. He pick up a paper sitting on the desk, and scanned through it. It was a newspaper article.

'Redwood Asylum patients claim gross mistreatment'.  The headline read. The article was dated 1964. The next article, from 1970, announced the closing-down of the Institute. The outdated facility had claimed around 1000 lives by the time of its closure, almost a hundred years since it opened.

All the other papers and articles were about the institute, why puzzled Mathew further. Why was Rowan so obssessed with this place? And more importantly, where was Rowan?

Mathew did a quick google of the place, finding that it had since been reopened and claimed to now be running as a more modern psychiatric hospital. Matthew was all out of options - his only remaining option was right in front of him. He hit the phone number listed on the web page, drew a deep breath, and hit the call button.

"Hello, you've reached Redwood Psychiatric Institute. You're speaking to Carol, how can I help you?"

"Uh, hi Carol, my name's Mathew Cooper. I was wondering if you recently had a visitor by the name of Rowan Murdock?"

"I'm sorry but we can't disclose information on our visitors. We have, however, got a patient by that name. There's a note on his file saying he can't have visitors, are you family?"

"Oh, uh.. no, I'm a long-time friend of his though. I was just wondering if I could get some more information on what happened." Mathew stammered, shocked at the news. Rowan was a patient?

"I can arrange for you to meet his doctor, in that case. Doctor Wilson. I'm sure he'd be willing to discuss Rowan's - well, yes. Rowan's recent weeks with us."

Mathew arranged a time for the meeting and then hung up the phone. He began to head out the room, when he turned back, picked up one of the articles on the psychiatric institute, and then continued on his way out of the house.

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"Mathew Cooper, I'm here to talk to Doctor Wilson." Matthew announced to the woman at the front desk.

"Sign here, and then take this visitor pass, and it'll be the third door on your left." She smiled, a friendly but tired, 'I've been here all day and I'm just trying to be friendly to you but I could care less' kind of smile.

"Thanks." Mathew smiled back as he followed her instructions and then headed down the hall.

Inside the office, the doctor sat behind the desk, looking comfortable but composed.

"Hello Mathew, take a seat. My name is Doctor Wilson." The doctor smiled from behind his glasses.

Mathew sat in the chair across from the doctor, and extended his hand to the doctor, who took it and shook it firmly.

"Thank you for coming, Mathew."  Doctor Wilson greeted. "I understand these circumstances must be.. rather confusing, and I appreciate your willingness to discuss this in person."

"Thank you for meeting with me, Doctor Wilson. I understand you must be very busy." Mathew acknowledged.

"Indeed. Now, allow us to get right into it. Now, when did you last see your friend?" The doctor asked.

"Well, I must have seen him last a few weeks ago." Mathew answered.

"I see. Well, he came here as a voluntary self-admission on September 13th. He was incredibly unstable, and we immediately began his treatment. When we admitted him, we looked into his medical records and his personal records. Now, while I'm afraid I have some hard news to digest, there is no other way to say this - his name isn't Rowan Murdock. His real name is James Lawton."

"What- you mean, he's been lying to me this whole time about who he is?"

"No, not at all. James is a very mentally ill young man, not a pathological liar. We discovered symptoms of schizophrenia throughout the last few years of his life, but it was not yet diagnosed or treated. It has just since accumulated and worsened. He has been in dire need of treatment for years, but when he came to us, he was at the height of a schizophrenic breakdown, believing he was Rowan Murdock, a profilic journalist investigating the asylum before deciding to admit himself.  We've been treating him with medications and ECT. He has been doing better the last few weeks, however,  we are worried that a visit with you, an old friend of 'Rowan's may cause another setback." The doctor sighed.

"Oh..." Mathew's heart sank at the explanation. He couldn't comprehend the whole story, it was not anything he could have imagined. Of course, he had accepted there was some horrible series of events that had led to Rowan- or, James - being here, but not like this. "I.. I'll do anything you need, I'll say anything, I just- I need to see him, I need to talk to him."

"Alright, I'll arrange a visit." Doctor Wilson conceded. "But you mustn't encourage any of his delusions relating to 'Rowan Murdock'."

"Understood, Doctor. Thank you very much."

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"James, I have a visitor for you." Doctor Wilson stood in the doorway, ushering Matt ahead of him.

Matt entered the room hesitantly, his eyes scanning around until they landed on a small figure, hunched up in white in the corner of the small room.

"James?"

The figure Matt had once known as Rowan did not acknowledge the presence of anyone in the room. He simply muttered something under his breath.

"James. I've brought you a visitor." Doctor Wilson repeated, mild annoyance already in his voice as he approached James and bent down, waving at his patient to try and gain his attention.

James blinked, several times, slow and sluggish, as if drawing himself out of a trance. He glanced around the room, eyes landing eventually on Mathew.

"Who.. whoareyouu-" James slurred softly, as Doctor Wilson grasped him by the arm and helped him onto his feet, bringing him over to the small bed in the centre of the room.

"He's on a lot of medication right now. He may be suffering some short-term memory loss right now, so remember that this will pass. Just remind him who you are." Doctor Wilson said to Mathew.

Mathew nodded and approached the bed, kneeling in front of his old friend. Rowa- James, he reminded himself, looked pale, and his usually-thin frame looked even thinner than usual, or maybe that was the ill-fitting hospital gown. The circles under his eyes were dark, and his face was pinched and gaunt.

"Hey, James. It's me, your old friend Mathew." He said softly, reaching out a hand.

James didn't take the hand, instead, he sat there, staring blankly at it as Matt continued talking.

"We've known each other since university. You used to come and 'study' at my house. I'd steal your notes, and then we'd play video games together until 3am, even if we had class the next morning at 9." Mathew chuckled slightly at the memory, his heart aching a little to see his friend of five years in this situation. They'd been very close through university, but in the last two years they'd drifted apart slightly as both adjusted to their adult lives. Still, he cared for his friend.

Matt drew himself out of his own thoughts and looked up to see James staring at him with an.. odd expression.

"James, are you alright?" Matthew asked gently.

"That's.. not my name." James said flatly.

Shit.. He'd triggered James. His friend began to cry - no, more like tears were slipping down from expressionless eyes.

James suddenly stood and lunged at Mathew, knocking him to the ground as he began to scream at Matt.

"HELP!"James screamed as he shook his friend. "THEY'RE TORTURING ME, LET ME OUT YOU HAVE TO LET ME OUTYOUHAVETOYOUHAVETOYOUHAVETO-"

Mathew was so shocked, he couldn't react. James screamed himself hoarse until suddenly, he gave a suprised shout, and collapsed onto his back, convulsing in agony at the hands of orderlies who had appeared in the room.

"Are you alright?" Doctor Wilson asked as he extended a hand and helped Mathew to his feet, pulling him away as the orderlies descended upon James' form, brandishing a syringe. Quickly, Doctor Wilson escorted Mathew out of the room, away from James' dreaful shrieking protests.

They returned to the doctor's office, where Wilson handed Mathew a glass of water. Matt graciously accepted it, ignoring the odd drop spilling out from how badly his hands shook. He downed the glass, wiped his face, and finally spoke. "What- what will happen now?"

"We will have to change his medication, and I'm going to perscribe another course of ECT." The doctor replied, calm but with a hint of frustration.

Mathew realised that clearly, James' treatment had been quite a difficult process that was now far from over.

"Shock therapy?" he asked.

"While that is the outdated term for it.. yes. It is now quite safe, and often used in quite severe cases of mental illness. Clearly, his schizophrenic hallucinations and paranoia are not yet treated. We will have to increase our efforts to stop these delusions that he is being trapped here."

"Will I be able to return and visit him again, Doctor?"

"Maybe after the next round of ECT. Thank you for coming, Mathew."

As Mathew drove away from the Redwood hospital, he wondered what fate he was leaving his friend to.

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[lizzieonka]

Link Click – Everything We Know about Agents and their Abilities as of Season 1

Our WiFi is still down, and I used up most of my data to download all episodes of season 1 so I can rewatch it (and because I hate streaming shitty mp4s online). Since I can't start on Season 2 right away, I might as well just consolidate all the info we have from Season 1.

Now, before I start, let me just define the word "agent" that I used in the post title. Link Click's title in Chinese is 时光代理人 (shiguang dailiren), which literally translates to "Time Agents." As such, I'll refer to those with special abilities as an agent. Whether or not all agents have abilities related to time is something we don't know yet for sure.

I rewatched in the original Chinese audio with two different English fansubs (I won't refer to the official subs because those were terrible). Text in square brackets are my inferences. You may not take those as facts.

If you find any of the info here to be inaccurate, just send me an ask or tell me in the notes!

Episode 1

Lu Guang’s Rules

1. They have only twelve hours in the photo.

2. Cheng Xiaoshi must follow Lu Guang's instructions and not mess with anything.

3. They have to disregard the past and the future.

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1. Cheng Xiaoshi is the one who enters photos, and Lu Guang is the one who leads the way.

2. Cheng Xiaoshi's eyes turn yellow when using his powers, while Lu Guang's turn blue.

3. The person Cheng Xiaoshi becomes will also inherit his yellow eyes.

4. Cheng Xiaoshi's body in the present time disappears while he is in the photo.

5. Only Lu Guang knows what will happen next in the events of the photo. Cheng Xiaoshi has to rely on his instructions.

6. Lu Guang was able to tell Cheng Xiaoshi what exactly to write in Emma's report, [indicating that what he sees in the past is very detailed].

7. Cheng Xiaoshi inherits [to some extent] the feelings and memories of the person he becomes.

8. While Lu Guang is asleep, he loses his connection with Cheng Xiaoshi.

9. Lu Guang can record [and very quickly at that] what Cheng Xiaoshi sees in the past. This is evident in him being able to immediately obtain and put into his phone the information Cheng Xiaoshi scanned on Mr. Zhu's laptop.

Episode 2

When Cheng Xiaoshi enters a photo, he becomes the person who took the photo.

Episode 3

1. Cheng Xiaoshi does not inherit the physical limits of the person he becomes. This is evident in how, even though Chen Xiao is nearsighted, Cheng Xiaoshi's vision remains the same.

2. Once the past is disrupted, Lu Guang can no longer see, to some extent, what happens next.

Episode 4

1. Cheng Xiaoshi can leave the photo by clapping his hands.

2. Cheng Xiaoshi has no control over the original host's body's instinctive reactions. (Like Chen Xiao's heart beating fast when he meets his first love)

Episode 5

No new info in this ep

Episode 5.5

They cannot enter a photo that has already been used.

Episode 6

1. When Lu Guang uses his abilities on a surveillance video, then within twelve hours, he can have a panoramic view on all surveillance images within one kilometer. However, blind spots in the video also become his blind spots.

2. When Cheng Xiaoshi enters a surveillance video, he doesn't have to become someone else. He can enter as himself.

3. Even if it's a surveillance video, they still only have twelve hours to work with it.

Episode 7

1. [When entering multiple photos/videos, especially those of which times overlap, then the photo/video Cheng Xiaoshi enters later will be changed based on any history changes in the photo/video that comes before.]

2. Multiple Cheng Xiaoshi's can exist in the same timeline.

3. While Cheng Xiaoshi is unconscious in the photo, Lu Guang loses his connection with him.

4. Even if he becomes a child in the photo, Cheng Xiaoshi still has the strength of an adult.

Episode 8

Even when Cheng Xiaoshi cannot clearly hear what is being said to him inside the photo, Lu Guang can still record it. (Lu Guang was able to record what Dong Yi said to Xu Shanshan even though Cheng Xiaoshi wasn't paying attention.)

Episode 9

1. Cheng Xiaoshi can enter a photo on his own by clapping his hands.

2. To be able to communicate with Lu Guang while in the photo, Cheng Xiaoshi has to clap hands with him upon entering.

3. Cheng Xiaoshi enters photos as the executor, and Lu Guang is the observer.

4. While Cheng Xiaoshi was screaming in the trunk of Liu Min's car, which was right before he exited the photo, light was emitted. I don't know if this was just an artistic effect, or if there was actual light in the scene at that time.

Episode 10

No new info in this ep

Episode 11

1. [Although it wasn't shown where Cheng Xiaoshi was when he entered Xu Shanshan's photo, we can assume that it was still in the living room like usual because we see Lu Guang sitting there like always. If Xiaoshi had been anywhere else, Lu Guang should've brought up some questions. Thus, we can further assume that Cheng Xiaoshi can exit from a photo and end up in a place different from where he entered. He entered Xu Shanshan's photo from the living room, yet he exited into the dark room to meet the murderer.]

2. [During his fight with the murderer, Cheng Xiaoshi would disappear into a photo after landing a hit on him. We then get a brief glimpse of what happens in the photo. It is unknown if the murderer can also see what Cheng Xiaoshi sees while in the photo. However, after disappearing, Cheng Xiaoshi can still communicate with him. I'd like to assume, then, that after hitting the murderer, followed by a clap to enter the photo, Cheng Xiaoshi forms a connection with the murderer like what he does with Lu Guang. The murderer can then see what Cheng Xiaoshi sees and hear what he says even after the latter enters a photo.] Edit: this has been disproven in season 2

3. In all of the other victims’ photos, Cheng Xiaoshi had become the one who personally took the photo (we can tell by who has yellow eyes). However, in Emma’s family photo, which was taken via setting a timer on the camera and leaving it on the stand, Cheng Xiaoshi did not become Emma and had instead entered as himself. We can see him standing at the side while Emma and her family are together. This is in contrast to all the rules set before. Not personally holding the camera should not be a factor because Episode 2 had shown that it doesn’t count.

4. The murderer has red eyes and can walk just fine. They say they weren't the one who wanted to kill those people, and then they calls themselves an agent. (I will now use they/them pronouns to refer to the red-eyed agent because we don't know their actual gender yet.)

5. Liu Min, without the red-eyed agent, has black eyes and lame legs.

6. Liu Min has no memory of what the red-eyed agent does while they're in control of his body.

7. The red-eyed agent can kill the person they're possessing and it won't kill them.

8. The red-eyed agent does not have to be right next to a person in order to possess them.

9. [The red-eyed agent can possess multiple people at the same time. We see "Qiao Ling" attacking Lu Guang and "Liu Min" killing himself happen one after another. It is unknown whether or not these two events actually happened concurrently and were not just shown to us in that order as a creative effect.]

10. Cheng Xiaoshi was kicked out of the video after Emma fell to her death. We can tell by how he suddenly appears again in the living room with his hands still outstretched in reaching for Emma (which means he didn't clap himself out of the video). I don't know why this happened. Cheng Xiaoshi entered a surveillance video, not a photo that Emma took. The video shouldn't be tied to Emma's life.

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And that's all! If I missed anything, just say it in the notes. Just please don't spoil me of any new info from season 2 🙏

Edit: a season 2 version of this post is up!

#link click #link click meta #shiguang dailiren #shiguang dailiren meta #时光代理人 #link click spoilers #link click season 1 spoilers #spoilers #miyamiwu.meta #miyamiwu.src

[wosoimagines]

Put Respect On My Name - USWNT/Reader

I will say that I due use both Christen Press and Christian Pulisic in this fic but it’s not at the same time. So when you see the spellings change know that it’s a different person and I’m not just stupid.

prompt: Pulisic!Reader is at the December camp. Reader is pissed after she watches a break down of the men’s team and its made mention that Christian’s family must be excited because its the first time a Pulisic is going to a World Cup even though the Reader went to the 2019 World Cup.

warnings: none

words: 1817

(Y/N) POV

We were sitting around the conference room with one of the laptops hooked up to the projector so we could play the program that was breaking down our men’s team that would be in Qatar. As much as I had wanted to be in Qatar for the World Cup, Christian understood why I wasn’t going to be there. After all, I could be arrested and jailed in Qatar just for being queer.

“What about Captain America? Christian Pulisic?” Alexi Lalas asked. I perked up at that. “You have to imagine that the Pulisic family is excited about this after the men failed to qualify for the 2018 World Cup. And most people were looking at Christian Pulisic for that. But also because he’s going to be the first one in the family to ever go to a World Cup.”

I clenched my fist at that. It was bad enough that I usually had to deal with my parents overlooking my achievements for Christian’s, but to have someone do it so blatantly on TV was humiliating. I ignored the looks some of my teammates sent me.

“I mean, everyone is going to be looking at Christian to lead this team,” Alexi said. I shook my head at him because I couldn’t let him get to me. “And with how Christian’s younger sister has been playing? Well, that family needs something to look forward to. I mean, (Y/N) Pulisic has been forgettable in these last three USWNT matches. Horrible last three games for her and there’s still one more game on the table. They might even lose that game and break the record for the longest USWNT losing streak. So this family must be looking forward to seeing their son in the World Cup.”

I scoffed at that. My recent performances were the last thing I needed to hear about.

“Fuck this dude.”

I looked over my shoulder at Pinoe who was sitting behind me.

“First Pulisic my ass. We’ve got a Pulisic who has won a World Cup,” Pinoe said. She reached forward and ruffled my hair. “We all have bad games every now and then. You’ll get out of this funk.”

I did stick around to see the rest of the program. I knew it would be crucial for our guys to get a win against Wales or Iran. We were obviously going to be the underdogs against England, but I couldn’t wait to see the guys play in the World Cup. It would definitely be nice to see Christian play in his first World Cup.

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“Hey, don’t let what Lalas said get to you,” Christen said as I propped my phone up on the desk. “He’s just an idiot.”

“He said it for the whole country to hear. And that comment about this being the first time a Pulisic is at the World Cup?” I pointed out. I shook my head at that as I moved over to my bags. “It’s bullshit. I’m one of the best scorers in the world. I just won the Ballon d’Or this year.”

“Just make them respect you,” Tobin spoke up from the back ground. I rolled my eyes at that. “You have the skills. Just go back to your basics. Don’t try to be too complicated.”

“Easy for you to say, you don’t have to try to live up to an older brother who hasn’t even accomplished half of what you have,” I pointed out. “I have more caps, more World Cups, and more goals and yet everyone thins Christian is better than me.”

“Look, at me, (Y/N).”

I looked up to meet Christen’s eye as I sat my gear on the bed.

“You’re a great player in your own right. You just listed out all of the accomplishments you’ve already achieved and you’re only 22,” Christen said. “You’re gonna go out there and play against Germany and you’re gonna do great. You’re gonna show people why they should respect you.”

“I just want people to remember me for what I’ve done, not because of my older brother,” I said. I sighed as I rubbed the back of my head. “Don’t I deserve that?”

“You do, (Y/N),” Tobin assured me. I shook my head cause I wasn’t sure anymore. “You really do. Just make them remember.”

“Easier said than done.”

“Tobin is right though, (Y/N). You just have to go to the basics. Don’t be too complicated,” Christen said. I sighed as I threw my gear into my practice bag. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about your own performance but rather how the team is doing. Just go out and play for the win and the rest will come to you. It always has.”

“Yeah, okay,” I nodded. I knew that they were right. “I just gotta make sure we are getting the win. Hey, I gotta go. The bus leaves for practice soon. I’ll call you guys later though?”

“You can call either of us anytime, kid,” Tobin said.

I gave her a soft smile as I reached out to grab my phone before ending the call. Once I pocketed my phone, I grabbed my gear bag before heading out.

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“You know I don’t agree with what he said, right?” Christian asked through the phone.

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

Christian had called me as soon as I had gotten out of practice. I had been tempted not to answer, but I ultimately did because he wasn’t the one I was upset with.

“Obviously I’ve got to ask you for advice on how to deal with the pressure,” Christian said.

I smiled at that. Christian had always paid attention to how people often put me down even though my career had been more impressive so far.

“Just make sure you play to the best of your ability and you just play for the win,” I told him. Christian smiled at me.

“See? You’re already giving me great advice and the World Cup hasn’t even started yet,” Christian said. I chuckled at that. “Now I just need you to train me so I can win a Ballon d’Or.”

“Try moving to a new team.”

“Oh real funny, (Y/N).”

“Hey, you asked.”

The two of us just sat on the call in silence for a moment.

“Are you sure you’re not upset with me for decided not to go to Qatar?” I asked. It was something that was still really bugging me.

“(Y/N), answer this. If the World Cup was being held somewhere that wouldn’t arrest you for loving who you love, would you go?” Christian asked.

“Yeah, you know I would.”

“Then no,” Christian shook his head. “So long as you’ll watch the games and give me feedback on them, I don’t care.”

“Okay, but if you guys go to the final, I’ll be there,” I promised. Christian looked surprised at that. “You guys might surprise a lot of people.”

“Just go out there and show them why you’re the real Captain America in our family.”

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I broke out for the run as the ball was threaded through to me. I didn’t worry about trying to be fancy today. All I was worried about helping us win tonight. Before I knew it, it was just Berger and I. Then the ball was in the back of the net.

I immediately was running toward Pinoe. She ran out to meet me too.

“I told you that you’d get out of that funk!”

I grinned at that. It was now 3-1 as my goal had came after Sophia and Mal’s goals.

Just 5 minutes after that, I had a third goal on the night. I yelled as I ran toward the corner. I turned my back to the camera and pointed at my last name before turning back around.

“Put respect on my name! And don’t forget it!”

My teammates jumped onto my back.

“(Y/N) Pulisic is back!” Alex screamed as she threw her arms around me.

I grinned at that as we moved back to get ready for Germany to kick the ball. It didn’t feel like it was much longer until the game ended with the 5-1 win for us. I was stopped for an interview after the game.

“Congratulations on the hat-trick, (Y/N),” Aly Wagner said. I grinned and nodded at that. “What was going through your head today with this game?”

“Obviously we didn’t want to be the first USWNT team to lose four games in a row. But it was more for me, but I didn’t expect a hat-trick,” I admitted. I glanced over my shoulder at my teammates when they yelled my name. I shook my head at them. “Obviously, with the men going to Qatar for the World Cup here soon, we’ve been supporting our men and brushing up on the squad details. We watched a program to break down the men’s team and I just found some of the comments very offensive to me. I just want people to put the respect I deserve on my name.”

“Will you be going to Qatar to support Christian?” Aly asked.

“Unfortunately I will not,” I said with a small shake of my head. “I really would love to, but Christian and I have talk about it. I definitely wouldn’t have made such a decision without knowing how he felt about it. It always boils down to Qatar’s stance on the LGBTQ+ as we both would rather not risk that I would be arrested for being queer. Christian knows that if it was elsewhere then I would be attending too, but I did agree to watch the games and send him my own feedback.”

“You just mentioned putting respect on your name and giving your brother feedback,” Aly said. I nodded at that. “With that respect and obviously having won a World Cup yourself, does Christian ask you for advice?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” I nodded. We both often went to each other. “Christian and I understand each other better than most siblings do. He’s the one who taught me how to play soccer, but we’ve grown up practicing and playing together. We’ve been through these journeys together. Christian was the first person I told the first time I got called up for the senior team. And I was the first person who Christian called when he got his first call up. So I think we both ask each other for advice all the time, but I would never not try to help him.”

“All right, thank you and congratulations on the win and the hat-trick, (Y/N).”

I nodded at that before taking the headset off. I grinned as I headed back to the locker room. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the post Christian had tagged me in. It was a picture of me dressed as Captain America and he was calling me his Captain America in the caption.

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[chlix]

skz as patrons at the library where i work

Genre: crack Synoposis: literally what it says on the tin lmao Members: OT8!! maknae line below the cut :)

Disclaimer in case my boss sees this that I love my job and almost all of our patrons <3 also none of these statements describe a specific person they’re just amalgamations of things we do and see every day

CHAN:

Mostly comes in to use our wifi/study rooms

Once asked us if we had a spare ethernet cable+hookup and we were all like ummmm we don’t really do that here?

Accumulated a $0.50 fine on his account and was extremely apologetic while paying it off like dude it’s okay it’s not that serious

Needs to print like 150 pages off of his laptop every single week and we feel bad for being annoyed because he’s really very nice about it*

Leaves ten minutes before closing <333

*this is annoying because printing off your own laptop means we have to leave our desk and go get your papers from the wireless printer the back office, whereas if you printed from the library computers you could get it yourself from the public printers

MINHO:

Runs a whole-ass business out of our meeting rooms

Like seriously shouldn’t you have an office space or a building for this….but no he checks out the same room key almost every day like clockwork

Actually doesn’t even live in our township but pays the PLAC fee because he likes our facilities better

Every time he tries to speak to us at the desk and it echoes he goes, “Wow sound really travels in here doesn’t it?”

When you ask him for his name for the financial records he jokingly refuses to tell you because “You should know who I am by now”

CHANGBIN:

Constantly forgets that he has to check out items that are on the holds shelf before leaving

It's such an issue like we've marked more than ten books as missing/lost but it turns out he just took them and left

Regularly attends the adult programming, like book clubs and mental health information sessions, always thanks the presenter for their time <3

Uses the library as Google, will call us and ask “Where’s the cheapest gas station close to where I am?” like sir where are you????

Has a punch card for the coffee machine and will stand around and make small talk while the coffee brews

HYUNJIN:

Gets so unbelievably embarrassed to come up to the desk for any reason as we’re going to verbally berate him for asking us a question

Bitches about every fine no matter how small, will ask for a manager over $0.75.

Seriously he does not like owing money. He got a book wet one time on vacation and paid for it as passive-aggressively as possible

“I’m telling you that the person before me must have done that because I would never treat a book that way, I treat all my books well and I’m one of the most frequent users of the library” like ok sir that'll be $27.99

One of those people that finds weeding atrocious and hates when he sees damaged books in the trash

Constantly complains about how the classics section lacks diversity (he’s right but us circ assistants can’t do anything about it)

JISUNG:

Has about a hundred books checked out on his account and can never remember which ones are next

He has a phone plan with a weird provider so we can’t text him notices and even though we explain this several times he constantly complains that he doesn’t get notices by text

Tries to pay his fines off with Apple Pay and can’t understand why we, a library using a cash register from 2007, do not take Apple Pay

Once used a website that made the computer set off a LOUD ASS ALARM for being a “forbidden or unsafe network” and we were all like what the hell did you do like even porn doesn’t set off an alarm????

Always asks to “use the bathroom really quick” after we’ve officially closed and forces us to stay an extra 20 minutes because we can’t shut anything down until the building is empty

FELIX:

Never actually reserves a meeting room but will always come to the front desk and ask if there’s one available and will be SHOCKED if we’re booked straight through for the day

Regularly brings in books for donation and when he pays fines in cash he always hands us a $20 and says to keep the change <3

Notices every minute change to the layout like “Why are the atlases no longer at the front of nonfiction?” and we’re like when was the last time you even checked out an atlas

Gets embarrassed if a book he wants is in the teen or children’s section and asks us to go get it for him

Can never connect to Libby because he keeps forgetting his PIN number so he calls us to reset it like once a month

SEUNGMIN:

Checks out a TON of DVDs. Treats this place like Netflix fr

Will request we get a movie that’s currently in theaters and we’re like “It’s not even out on disc yet so we literally can’t buy it”

Prefers to hand all his returns to a desk person and watch us check them in while he’s there instead of putting them in the return so he can "make sure" he doesn't get any fines

Asks us why mysteries are shelved separately from all the other books because it’s confusing as to what is and isn’t a mystery (we have no clue either)

Likes picking books off the cart while you’re shelving because they're "peer reviewed" and "probably better than what's on the shelves"

JEONGIN:

Constantly forgets his library card and is forced to come up to the desk so we can check his books out

Does not understand the difference between librarians and circulation assistants and so is always asking circ assistants do work that only librarians can do

“What do you mean you’re not a librarian? Isn’t everyone who works in a library a librarian?”

Thinks literally everything is going to get him banned from the library as if you'd get banned from the library for...using the services we offer?

Got anxious when we entered the room with a giant mallet after he reported one of the tables was stuck and we had to explain we were not going to attack him and we use the mallet to fix stuck tables

Walks away with room keys sometimes and returns them like 30 minutes before we close in an absolute PANIC

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[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 11

Damian held the video camera in his hands as he walked, trying his best not to fidget with it.

His escorts were stone faced, giving absolutely nothing away as they guided him back to his room, one of them carrying the box with his other gifts.

The meetings with his mother weren’t so bad now, today’s was actually rather pleasant. It was his birthday, so his mother planned a lunch for the two of them, complete with a birthday cake and presents.

Marinette hadn’t been allowed to join him though he was promised that his mother would send up to slices of birthday cake with their dinner that night to make up for it.

He was allowed to bring Marinette with him most times, though she often stayed behind.

They didn’t want to risk slipping up and revealing she wasn’t Kagami like his mother believed she was.

He understood her reasoning to stay behind, agreed with it too, but that didn’t make him feel much better.

He still got anxious when they were separated for too long.

He had protection through his mother, who was the boss of everyone here, none of them would dare anger her by hurting him.

He was all Marinette had here, her only protection from everyone else was her status as his wife.

A turn led him to a now familiar hallway and an even more familiar door, pulling him from his anxious thoughts.

Damian waited, rather impatiently, for one of his escorts to open the door and let him in, he wasn’t allowed to touch it, which was mildly annoying

The door opened swiftly, a hand on Damian’s shoulder shoving him inside.

Marinette was by his side instantly, a hand on his arm as she glared over his shoulder at the one who shoved him.

The one holding the box set it on the floor just inside the room, turned around, and shut the door behind them.

Damian moved down to grab the box, patting Marinette on the arm as he moved.

It had become another habit of theirs.

Marinette would glare at whoever shoved him in that time, and he would silently reassure her he was fine.

He set the box on the table, slowly pulling the items out of it as Marinette came up behind him, quiet as a whisper.

She wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning against him as she observed their new possessions.

“How did it go?” She asked, rubbing her hand up and down his side.

Damian wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her forward a little so she could see the stuff he got.

“It went surprisingly well, actually. Mother was very…” He paused to find the word. “…Present, today.” He finished. He ha

Marinette gave him a small smile, reaching forward and grabbing a thumb drive off the table.

“That’s good, what’s all this for?” She asked, playing with the water proof cover of the thumb drive.

Damian sat down, pulling over a chair for Marinette as he started setting up the camera.

“This was my birthday present from Mother. She thought it would be a good idea if we could record everything we do together, so we can look back on our happy memories.” Damian explained.

“She gave me everything we might need for it, the camera, a laptop, and thumb drives to transfer and store the videos. It’s honestly a pretty good idea. She also gave me some art supplies we can both use.” He added, sliding one of the sketch books over to her.

During one of their late night talks, she had told him all about her dream of becoming a fashion designer, how she hadn’t been able to bring her sketch book with her. How much she missed designing clothes.

He hadn’t forgotten about it, he was glad she might be able to start designing again.

She took the sketch book with a smile, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek and bump her head against his shoulder.

That was another thing that had become a habit.

Touching each other, being affectionate.

It started with just Marinette, she was a naturally affectionate person and he hadn’t bothered to tell her he wasn’t.

Eventually, he came to realize that he didn’t really mind her touching him. He was also surprisingly fond of cuddling.

It was how they spent most mornings, warm under the blankets, just resting in each others space.

They didn’t even talk most days, just laid there in the lazy, quiet calm of the morning.

It was his favorite time of day.

“Thanks, Damian. What do you want to do with the camera? What should we record?” She asked, pulling her chair a little closer.

He reached over, prepared to turn on the camera.

“Everything. We’re going to record everything.”

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Iridescent Chapter 12

A/N: As a reminder my other fic from Red Alert's POV "Give Me Reason" is set between this chapter and the previous one. Also I'm staying with family right now so I don't have my laptop with me so apologies in advance if there is any formatting errors! Merry Christmas! Xxxxxxx

If there was one thing Jazz hated more than the paperwork, it was the meetings. He'd only been a part of High Command for a month and already he was sick of them.

Jazz always thought that he would go out in a blaze of glory but now he was seriously worried he might actually die of boredom. Currently the only thing stopping him from off-lining himself was the promise of Bumblebee's upgrade party tomorrow.

Jazz wore a neutral smile on his face as he pretended to listen to Red Alert's ramblings. He swore all their meetings were the same. That Megatron had blown something up again. That there were running low on energon, again. That the twins were banned from the med-bay. Again. Jazz missed the adrenaline of being on missions. What he wouldn't give for a little excitement right about now.

Unfortunately he was about to get his wish.

"We've lost contact with MacCadam's!"

Jazz's hand found his vibro-knife as Blaster burst into the room. Jazz's sudden adrenaline spike didn't ease at the sight of the usually cool commination's specialist in such a frantic state.

"Explain." Prowl demanded, cutting through Blaster's panic.

"It was our weekly check in but when I tried to call them there was just nothing! No signal! No static! No nothin'!"

Of course that was when Ironhide decided to keel over.

"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked, as he and Jazz rushed to catch their weapons specialist before he could fall from his chair.

"It's Chromia." Ironhide grunted, clutching his hand over his spark whilst Jazz helped him back up. "Something's wrong. She's scared. And my girl doesn't get scared."

"Is she alright?" Optimus asked.

"I can still feel her over our sparkbond so she's alive." Ironhide said trying to force himself up on unsteady knees. "I have to go to her!"

But Optimus' hand on his shoulder kept him down.

"I that you are worried my friend, but we cannot act rashly."

"You can't stop me Prime!" Ironhide warned, and Jazz didn't doubt that there was nothing on this planet that would stop the commander from trying to help his conjunx.

"I know and I am not trying to." Optimus reassured. "However we need a plan first."

"If out signal is still going through yet there's is not responding. Then it most likely is a result of issues from their end." Prowl stated. "Which could be anything from an accidental system failure to the result of an attack."

Jazz nodded in agreement as Prowl took the words he'd been about to say out if his mouth.

"Then let me be the one to go check in on them in person!" Ironhide demanded. 

"Hey this is a security matter so I'm sending Inferno as he's the only one on this base that I trust!" Red Alert interrupted.

"That's great and all. But neither you or Inferno are exactly built for speed and we don't know how long their communications have been down." Jazz reminded them, trying to keep his tone light to rein in the remaining air of panic that surrounded High Command. "We need somebody there now before whatever attack the 'cons have clearly planned comes crashing down on us."

That was when Bumblebee burst down from the ceiling vent.

Everyone else jumped as he landed on the oval table whilst Jazz simply sighed in resignation.

"I thought I told you to stop spying in on meetings." He chastised over Red Alert's screaming.

"I know! I know! But I can help!" Bumblebee protested. "If I use the old energon pipes I can bypass Tyger Pax and get to MacCadams faster than any of you could get there on the surface!" 

Jazz looked to Optimus. Even though they had once vowed to do all on their power keep the young bot safe, Jazz knew that they both knew that Bee was right.

Optimus closed his eyes before releasing a deep breathe.

"Alright. But you are not to engage in battel. You are to scout ahead to the MacCadam's base. Assess the situation there and attempt to re-establish contact with Elita-One. Then you are to come straight back home to report your findings. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" Bumblebee cried with a serious salute despite the bright smile on his face. Jazz hoped that they wouldn't regret this as Bumblebee shimmered back into the vents before they had the chance to change their minds. 

"Blaster, see if there is anything we can do on our end to re-establish communication. Ironhide, take Inferno and any other bots you desire to investigate the MacCadam's base. Jazz-"

Jazz stood to attention as his leader turned his attention to him.

"-check in with your field agents. See if the Decepticons are planning anything or if they have any insight to Elita-One's team."

Jazz saluted as Optimus finally turned to Prowl.

"I want battle plans for all eventualities." The head of tactics nodded when-

BOOM.

Jazz was nimble enough to stay on his feet as the entire base shook from the force of the explosion. Not that it mattered as their Head of Tactics wasn't and stumbled into him, sending them both crashing to the floor.

Jazz had to bite back a comment when he realised that Prowl was currently sprawled across his lap with his face pressed against his chassis, knowing that the Parxian wouldn't appreciate it.

Prowl quickly climbed off him. Despite avoiding his gaze, he still have his hand to Jazz to help him up which the spy accepted with a grateful smile.

Whilst the rest of High Command set off on their respective responsibilities, Jazz followed Optimus and Prowl towards the main hanger doors where Mirage, Hound and Bluestreak were already waiting for him there. Good.

"Has anyone been able to hail Silverstreak or Cliffjumper?" He asked.

They all shook their heads.

Oh well they had more immediate problems to deal with Jazz pondered as he caught a glimpse of the screen besides the door. It was zoomed in on the horde of Seekers lead by Starscream as they came back for another round.

"Bumblebee is already enroute but Ironhide's team will need to avoid the seekers over ground." Optimus said to Jazz. "We need a plan to distract and disarm them."

"That's going to be a problem without any of our own fliers." Jazz pointed out.

"Bluestreak is this base's most skilled marksman. She can shoot them down." Prowl stated and Jazz knew that Prowl wasn't the type to suggest soemthing out of nepotism.  It was just pure fact.

"Sounds like a plan to me." Jazz shrugged.

Optimus nodded turning to deliver another rousing speech to their troupes as the hanger doors opened.

Prowl ordered the twins to stay behind to guard the doors as a last line of the defence, much to the pair's dismay, as Jazz charged after their Prime onto the battlefield outside that was quickly devolving into chaos.

Jazz wondered if this what the Seekers had been planning. They had been stockpiling energon so it would make sense that they preparing for a fight. And unfortunately it would also stand to reason that whatever it was they'd been looking for in the remains of Vos, they had finally found it. 

Jazz also didn't like the fact that the seekers apparently knew the location of their secret base.

He sent a warning over the comms that the cons may have some kind of ancient superweapon, before diving headfirst first into the battle.

Jazz was more used to close quaters combat behind enemy lines then fighting on the front, but it still sent that same thrill of exhilaration pumping through his cables as he dodged blasterfire and sunk his blades into their targets. 

It wasn't easy holding back an army of fliers with only grounders in their ranks. But thankfully Bluestreak was able to provide them some cover from where she was perched on top of the roof of the Ark, shooting Acid Storm straight through their wing, sending them crashing into the ground.

Good, at least the rainmakers won't be able to use their outlier ability.

Unfortunately, it also gave Bluestreak away to Skywarp's line of sight.

The teleporter popped into existence behind the young sniper but thankfully Bluestreak's reflexes were as sharp as her aim and she was able to shoot at point blank range.

Skywarp disappeared before the shot could hit and Jazz counted on her lack of reaction time to pounce where she'd been moments earlier. Sure enough he slammed into the seekers just as she reappeared, knocking her to the ground.

As they wrestled, Jazz looked up, hiding his relief when he spotted the red blip of Ironhide disappear over the horizon.

"For someone so crazy you sure can be predictable." Jazz taunted, keeping Skywarp's attention on him.

"Oh no! Am I boring you?" Jazz could practically see the sarcasm dripping out of Skywarp's mouth and she tried to strangle him.

"Oh sweetspark you always know how to keep a mech entertained." He replied, stabbing his blade through her elbow joint. Energon splattered across his face but he didn't have time to wipe it away as she grabbed him with her uninjured arm instead.

"I think you'll find this a more entertaining view." Skywarp smirked into his ear, forcing him to look at where Starscream stood over the Prime's fallen form, his null ray aimed at Optimus's face.

Before Jazz even had time to think about panicking, the twins came bursting through the blast doors, paint cans in hand, which they didn't hesitate to launch at the Deception Second In Command.

"You should thank us for improving your paint job!" Sunstreaker yelled over Starscream's cries as the can exploded all over his frame.

"And you're ugly!" Sideswipe shouted a moment later adding another can of red paint to the mix.

The distraction gave Optimus enough time to roll out of the way. Unfortunately, the paint also splashed onto an invisible form, revealing Mirage's location where'd he'd been about to shoot Starscream in the back.

Starscream's shrieks turned into a snarl as he slashed the spy with his claws.

"Mirage!" Hound cried out but Jazz was one step in front of him, elbowing Skywarp in the face then ducking under Starscream's arms to grab his friend before he could be stuck again.

Jazz pressed his hands against the open wound. The Decepticon Second in Command had missed Mirage's spark but he must've hit a central line with his much energon he was bleeding.

"Get him to Ratchet." Jazz ordered, manoeuvring Mirage over to Hound's care.

Hound nodded, scooping Mirage up in his arms, effectively stunning to silence any protests the spy had been about to make.

In any other circumstance Jazz would've teased the pair but right now he did not have the time.

Hound managed to slide back in through the blast doors before they could fully close. But that didn't matter as now Skywarp could see the corridor ahead and within the next split second she had teleported inside the Ark.

Shit.

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[farewelln3verland]

{The Chancer}

pairing: idol!seungmin x reader

a/n: this is for the amazing @krishastumblernow...i'm so sorry it took so long...but i took creative liberties :)

also...i reccomend listening to the chancer by christopher

Time and time again, you wondered how you’d gotten so lucky. Working for JYP, meeting all sorts of people. With your experience in the staffing department, you'd gotten the job to work specifically for Stray Kids. You’d been brought on in the NoEasy era, and you'd loved it ever since. 

Especially since that's when you met seungmin. He had been the kindest, most welcoming person you’d ever met, even through his shy smiles. He had personally shown you around, taking you to the best coffee shops in the area. It was under the guise of helping you out, but even though you turned a blind eye to acts of affection most times, the way he blushed and stumbled over his words…it confirmed his feelings easily. 

At times, you felt that with his idol life, compared to your considerably less unique lifestyle, it was bound to end. That you couldn't keep up. That you’d never even get to go on a date with him. 

But today. 

Today was the day. You just didn’t know it yet. 

{SEUNGMIN POV} ______________________________________________________

“Deep Breaths, Min.” Chan held up his hands, ready to stabilize.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m okay.” Taking a deep breath, I nodded to myself. Today was the day I’d convince y/n of my love. I'd do it after the group shoot. I knew they had doubts about if we could work, but I was going to prove we could. We were practically dating anyways, we always went to restaurants together, went on walks together…we did everything together. I was so lucky. 

Bustling into the room, y/n looked around frantically, then relaxed, their eyes landing on- Chan. Oh. 

“Chan! Thank god! You were meant to be ready for your shoot ten minutes ago!” 

“No, there was too much drama.” A light and airy voice giggled, and our heads all whipped over to a dark corner. 

“Wooyoung?!” Chan screamed. 

Somehow, the boy from Ateez had gotten in. Honestly- it didn't even surprise me anymore. He showed up when you least expected it. I think Changbin might have given him a key card. That was probably a bad idea. 

But what was somewhat more concerning was that he had Chan’s laptop. 

“Hey!” Chan lunged for the computer- but the red-haired boy was too quick- leaping over the sofa and out the door with Chan running after him.

There was a moment of silence as y/n and I looked at each other then burst out laughing. 

“Oh my god-” Y/n was bent over laughing. “I don't even know how he got here!”

“-Go out with me.”

I blinked. Shit. I was not- I was not supposed to ask like that.What is wrong with me? I've completely screwed this up-

I glanced around and saw the roses I’d planned to give them later. Shoving them in their hands, I immediately looked down and fiddled with my fingers. Hoping someone would come and put me out of my misery. 

“...Yeah. Okay.”

“Wait what-”

“Yes. I’ll go out with you Min. I think we could make this work.”

{END POV}

And that was how we came to be. Two months later and we’re still going strong. The company seems to know, but they aren't doing anything about it. And as for me- I’m ecstatic. I’m in love with y/n. Every time they smile, my world gets a little brighter. Everytime they walk into the room, the world stops around them. They are my one. My all. And that's how I know we’ll last. Because even the world knows how lucky I am that I got such an amazing person as the love of my life. 

The end is not the end for

The Beginning has begun

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Collide-Justin Herbert-11

"Happy Belated Bitch! Did you get my gift?" Sara was relaxing in her hot bath while chatting with Bella. Justin was at therapy and practice, so he would be gone all day. The sinus infection had cleared up beautifully over the next two days, thanks to the antibiotics and nasal sprays. Justin was right about the yogurt.

She was upset because she missed Bella's birthday. Usually they spend their birthdays together. But this time, between the illness and the premiere there was no way Sara could make it to New York.

"Oh my god I did! Thank you so much! I'm wearing it now as we speak." It was a $40,000 Bvlgari watch with her sign engraved in it. "Don't worry about missing my birthday dinner, my mom was a killjoy. Making sure I didn't break my diet." Sara laughed. Yolanda was something else. "Did you even get cake?" Bella was silent. "Oh come on Isabella!"

"I got a cupcake!" Sara rolled her eyes. "Unacceptable. Everyone gets cake on their birthday! When you come visit I'll get you one." Things were silent on her friends end "what?" "Well it's funny you should mention me visiting you cause……"

Sara gasped and almost dropped her phone in the water. "No fucking way!" On cue they both screamed. "Bitch when did you get in?"

"Marc and I just checked in this morning! We're staying at his apartment!" Another scream came from both girls. "Marc wants to do a bar thing at Jerry's since he's never been. You should get your coworkers. Also bring Justin! I want to meet him!"

It was Sara's turn to be silent. "I don't want to overwhelm him."

"Oh come on! He's your boyfriend! We have to meet him eventually." She knew that was true. "You know what? I'll see if he wants to come. I know they have a game Monday at home. There's no reason for him not to!"

"Perfect! How does Friday night sound?" They also made plans to go shopping for outfits as well the next day. Once they hung up Sara thought about how Justin would react. Would he object? Think it was too soon? I mean it was only fair that he met her friends. She had met his parents, his team, and technically his brother's girlfriend. ( although she didn't really remember it) why couldn't he meet her friends? He knew about them and she's spoken about them before. 

After the water got cold, she got out and wrapped herself in her warm bathroom and went to her huge walk in closet for some comfy lounge wear. She decided to go to Justin's side. They had.a small space in each other's closets for clothing and other personal items. As Sara was going through his things, she thought about his closets at home. If he was going to come meet her friends, Nike sweats were unacceptable. He had suits and polo tops and khaki pants. But he had no jeans, no casual wear. Once she grabbed a sweatshirt and slipped into it she grabbed her laptop and started online browsing at men's clothing stores. Instead of going to Louis Vuitton and luxury men's clothing she went to Macy's. Luckily just like any girl she peaked at the size of Justin's pants and shirts

After a few hours and spending $900 at macys she couldn't help but go on Nordstroms. They had so many nice accessories and a few cologne bottles. He smelled nice with his soap. After overnight shipping and taxes she had spent around $2000 for Justin. He was worth it though and besides money wasn't an object. It was almost sweetest day, it was a gift for her sweetie.

By the time Justin got home it was 8pm, and Sara couldn't wait to tell him the news. After he made sure she took her medicine. 

"So my best friend Bella and her boyfriend are coming to town." He looked up from washing his hands. "Oh yeah?"

"Marc is throwing her a belated birthday party with our friends and some cast members at Jerry's Thursday. I know you have a shortened day Thursday. Everyone wants to meet you." He sideeyed her.  "Whose everyone? 

"It will be small like around 10-12 people

 Plus it's Jerry's! Super lowkey."

"Uh yeah I don't know we play Monday night primitive with the team in the same division. I got to spend every moment preparing."

Sara was getting frustrated. "Justin only for a couple hours. My friends know I have a boyfriend but they want to meet them."

He shook his head. "I'm not comfortable with that. All of these people know we are together. What if someone takes a photo and it gets around? I don't need that right now."

Tears started to sting at Sara's eyes. "I met your friends. Why can't you meet mine."

Justin didn't look at her "technically they are my teammates."

That was it. How dare he disrespect her. Without another word she got up. Not caring what she was wearing she grabbed her keys and headed to the front door. She didn't want him to see she had been crying. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going for a ride. Don't wait up." Unfortunately Justin used his size to his advantage and she was pulled back and forced to face him. "Are you crying?" She looked away. "Talk to me"

"Why do you always have to be an ass? I've met your family, your 'teammates' on a short notice. You can't do this one thing for me?" He didn't say anything, so she continued on. "Yes pictures will be taken. But none on social media. Even if they were my friends know how private I am and wouldn't do that to me. The fact that you think the worst like that is insulting. Are you embarrassed to be with me? 

Justin's eyes widened. "No! That's not it at all! It's just….." Sara wasn't playing games and was death staring at him. "It's just intimidating, okay? I'm not used to your world. Meeting all of these people, I don't know. I feel like they know how to say and do the right things and then there's me."

"Justin, they are all people just like you and me. We don't say and do all the right things. We're human. You think I wasn't terrified of meeting the people you keep near you? But I did it. Because I care about you. But I feel like you don't really care about me" the tears came back.

Justin grabbed her face. "Hey no I promise that isn't it. I care about you alot. I'm sorry if I make you feel like I don't. That's not what I'm trying to do. I'll go with you, just please don't leave my side."

She nodded. "I won't. I would never do that to you. This is a 50-50 Justin." He nodded and kissed her. "I love that you call me out on my bullshit."

"Well I'll be doing it more often." She smiled. "Do you have a late day tomorrow?" He had to think. "No just more tape and some practice. Should be home by 5."

"I got a surprise for you." He raised his eyebrows? " Really? Does it involve you naked?" She ran her hands up and down his chest. "If you're a good boy. Then yes it can." Truth be told she did pick up some lingerie. Though whenever they had sex it was usually her in her normal bras and underwear. Justin didn't care cause it usually came right off with the clothes. 

She wanted to explore and try new things. Things with Justin were great in the bedroom, but they were vanilla. He did mention tying her up once and she wondered how many kinks he had that didn't get discovered.

All the other bitches he's been with were probably boring she thought bitterly. 

"Sara?' She looked up. "Yes

"You  look like you're ready to smack me." She smiled. "Just lost in thought I guess. You wanna watch a movie and make milkshakes?"

He smiled back. "That sounds great." 

She headed over to the fridge and pulled out all the items, while he looked for a movie she pulled off her hoodie and left herself just in a bra. Grabbing the can of whipped cream she opened her mouth and let the cool cream hit her tongue. She made a total show of it as well. When she was finished she grabbed one of the Moschino cherries out of the jar and tilted her head back again. Using her tongue to pluck the cherry of the stem she moaned. 

During chewing she opened her eyes to find Justin staring at her. She smirked, and decided to take it a step further, she reached behind and took off her bra. Once she was exposed her nipples started to harden from the chilly air and being under his stare. Grabbing the whip cream he gave her a look as If to say 'I dare you.' She sprayed a strip up her sternum and also on her nipples.

Everything happened so fast. 

She was lifted up on the counter as she felt his tongue everywhere. He sucked and bit on her neck and then licked the cream off her nipples before sucking. "Oh god Justin." He moaned before she felt her bottoms being pulled off. Sara pulled Justin up towards her so their lips could meet. "How are your ribs?" Dhe asked when they broke away. 

"Why do you always ask me that when we have sex?"  She laughed. "No, I wanted to ask so I can ride you." He groaned. "You're gonna kill me, you know that?"

Not wanting to wait,she pulled him to the floor. Once he was in position she grabbed his dick and proceeded to lower herself on him. Eyes rolling in the back of her head she heard him moan "that's it. Oh god, so good." Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she found her rhythm. Justin played with her breasts and occasionally slapped her ass. "Justin," she breathed out. "Choke me?"

"Huh?" He got out of his pleasure fogged brain. "Are you sure?" He had never done that before. He was so much bigger than her.

"Justin please choke me!" He took his hand off her breast and wrapped it around her neck. After applying some light pressure. "Justin Yes! Yes! Yes!" More pressure. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum!" Slowly she reached behind her and began applying pressure to his balls. Justin's eyes rolled in the back of his head. "Sara. Ugh. " letting out a loud moan He emptied himself in her. She continued to bounce. His other hand went down and began to rub her clit. In just ten seconds she fell apart and fell to the side.

"Ow." He turned to look at her while catching his breath. "Oh shit. Did I go too hard?" She shook her head. "No, it was great. I just forgot we weren't on the bed." They both started laughing. Justin gathered Sara in his arms and smiled when she planted a kiss on his chest. After a few moments. "We need to put that ice cream back in the fridge."

Justin shrugged "well we were gonna do milkshakes." Eventually they got up and dressed. The milkshakes came out perfect and they watched the movie. During the movie Sara's phone dinged with messages. She saw Justin's eyes look down at her device. "Who is that?"

She shrugged "I don't know. Just ignore it."

Ding

Ding

He gave her a look. She grabbed it and saw it was an Instagram message.

Jbbigbear is now following you.

Hi.

I heard you're not feeling well. Justin was saying on the plane Sunday. Hope youre feeling better!

She smiled. That was sweet.  She followed him back and responded.

Hi! I am feeling much better. Sinus infection. Those are always fun!"

Jbbigbear: I get those alot. You do sinus rinses?

No. Too afraid to do them.

Jjbigbear: try it sometime they help so much!

Thanks! I definitely will! This feeling is awful.

"Who is that?" Justin normally didn't care, but she was even paying attention to the movie.  "It's Joey."

"Bosa?" Sara didn't notice but Justin's jaw clenched. Bosa never extended himself. Was he a friendly guy? Of course, but not this way. "He was just asking me how I was doing. You told the guys I was sick?"

“Yeah they wanted to come over when we got in, but I was talking to Erika and she said she was home. Why did you lie by the way?"

"I didn't want to bother you. You had a game." He rolled his eyes. "So? I would have had one of your people check in on you."

Putting her phone down she scooted closer to him. "Justin I know football is more important right now." He was silent.

"What makes you say that?" She looked surprised "well I mean, you live and breathe football. Look at Tom and Gisele, he chose football over her and the kids."

"That's a shit example, if I have a family I'm not going to be playing football forever. Some things are just more important than football."

She had to ask the million dollar question

 "Would you say I'm more important than football?"

"Yes." He didn't hesitate. It was a second thought. Which for him was unusual. Everything came after the game. With Sara his things changed. It was different, it was…. Nice. She smiled and kissed him. Laying her head on his lap they turned back into the movie

After a while Sara was bored. She began stroking his legs.  Once she did that for a while her hand crept up to what she wanted the most. Justin sucked in a sharp breath. "God you are insatiable. Dirty girl" She giggled and he lifted up so she could pull down his sweats. Once his cock was freed she spit on him to create a lube. After a few seconds of jerking her spit mixed with his precum.  She ran her thumb across his tip and he moaned. "Please Sara take it in your mouth."  She pretended to think about it for a moment.

"Stop teasing." He growled, then gasped as she did what she was told. She moaned as she hollowed her mouth. After a few bobs she pulled off. "Justin fuck my face."

"Okay. Uhh fuck. Squeeze my thigh if it gets too much." He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail while went back to work and took him all the way to her throat. Once she relaxed. She felt Justin's hands apply pressure to her head. Tears gathered at her eyes as she became wet as Justin used her like a sex doll. She fucking loved it. She was gagging on his dick and Justin was loving it as well. He was so into it he forgot he was supposed to be forcing Sara on him. This allowed her to pull up for air, a trail of spit left on his dick and she begun jerking him again

Justin's head was back, mouth wide open as his moans became louder. She opened her mouth as he began shooting on her face and in her mouth. She kept sucking as he finished and she felt his hand pull her off of him. "Holy fuck" She looked up to see Justin staring at the ceiling. "You are amazing." 

"Unlock your phone." Slowly he did and handed it to her. She tapped the camera app and turned it to selfie mode. With his cum on her face she took a couple photos and handed it back to him. " a little something for when we are away from each other"

Justin had a dopey smile on his face. A regular occurrence when he came. "You look beautiful with my cum on your face." She giggled as she got up to wash her face. After that they cuddled and watched a couple of shows before falling asleep.

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"I feel stupid." Sara swatted at his shoulder. "Shut it! You look great! Incredibly sexy!" He looked at himself in her mirror. This was something he would never wear. A snug fitting v-neck shirt with dark jeans. On his feet were Ralph Lauren shoes.. he grabbed the dark Jean jacket and put it on. Okay, he had to admit he did look good.

When he came to Sara’s after practice he was greeted by a ton of packages and boxes. "What's all this?"

She had a huge smile as she was pouring dressing on a big bowl of salad, no doubt their dinner. "It's your surprise!" He turned and looked at her. Eyebrows raised. "This isn't you naked."

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe that will come later if you're good. I got you some presents for sweetest day!"

His face softened. He was touched. "Babe, this looks expensive." He saw the huge Nordstrom box, and the barney's box. "This must have cost a fortune. I can't accept this!"

"Well you're gonna have to. You can't insult your girlfriend by refusing this." He smiled. "At least tell me how much this all cost." She shook her head. "No way that's rude. You would have a heart attack." 

He picked up a Rolex box. He stared in disbelief. "Sara, that is Rolex! You know how much that is!"

"It's expensive, I know. However I shot an ad campaign a year ago. I asked them for a favor. Open it first."  He carefully unwrapped the package. Once taking the lid off he saw the watch. It was a gorgeous sapphire face with diamonds around the face. It was gorgeous. He was getting choked up. "Baby you really didn't have to.

She walked up to him. "Let me spoil you please "

Once he put it down he unwrapped all of the other boxes. He had to admit he felt like a kid on Christmas. Once everything was unboxed, he was surrounded by new clothing, casual and golf as well as pregame fits. Sara went to her bedroom and got the last box, Justin's eyes followed her as she reappeared with the orange box with the blue ribbon. 

‘Louis Vuitton’ He looked. “Sara I can’t.”

She set the box down and sushed him. “First of all, before you say something, I didn’t technically buy it. It was a gift when I attended Paris Fashion week last year. They asked me to pick out a bag and I chose this one. I said I would give it as a gift sometime, and I havent found that time til now.” All of her friends were wealthy, and she hooked up all of her hometown friends many times before. Her sisters were wealthy, especially the one with the NHL husband.  Justin never bought himself anything expensive based on what she had seen. She felt like he deserved this.

Unwrapping the bow and lifting the led he unfolded the wrapping paper to reveal the Damier Graphite Keepall Bandouliere 45 bag. It was gorgeous, he had to admit. It did make him feel better that it was given as a gift and not something she purchased. He stood up and kissed her. “Thank you so much. I don’t deserve this.” She pressed her face against his hard chest. “You’re welcome. Now I want you to try some stuff on, I need to see if it fits.

Which brought them to where  they were now. He felt like he was a kid again, trying on stuff at the store while his mom fussed about. He put on the next outfit, a gray button up, sleek black pants and dress shoes. Okay, he was feeling this. After about twenty outfit changes he was ready for his surprise for being a good boy. He put the clothes away in Sara's room where he saw the Victoria's Secret. He gave her a shit eating grin. "So this is my gift? I've been good"

Sara didn't miss a beat. "You got a ton of gifts already." He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Don't tease me" He growled. She smirked. “I am not, I am offended you would think I would do that.” His large hands were rubbing her stomach, lifting her shirt in the process. “I don’t know if you deserve it, you weren’t going to accept my gifts.”

All of the sudden she was bent over on the bed. She felt Justin’s large hand on her ass before she felt the smack. “I spent so much money on you and this is what you do? I don’t think you deserve this pussy.” She felt his weight on her as she felt him whisper in her ear. “I don’t think you can make that call.” Her leggings were pulled down, along with her underwear. She moaned as she felt the sting of a slap. The next sound was shuffling as he pulled down his pants and underwear before he pushed into her. Sara gasped as she felt Justin’s large body cover her as he began to thrust. “Faster! Faster!” She breathed and he obliged. 

“Oh god baby you feel so good.” Justin gasped out as he lifted himself up to change the angle of his thrusting,which his partner enjoyed. “Uh uh uh!” Sara cried out as she felt Justin near his end. His hand snaked down and rubbed her clit, which sent her over the edge. Once they both finished, they both collapsed on the bed. They both scooted up the bed, both exhausted, Justin pulled Sara close to him and they both fell asleep.

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It was Friday night, and instead of Justin relaxing and getting ready to watch tape. He was getting a facial. Sara had come over to his place while he was at practice to get ready for her best friend's party. He was nervous, it had been on the back of his mind at practice that he was going to be at a party with supermodel Bella Hadid, and other celebrities. Granted, it was a party of fifteen people and he knew Joe and his wife would be as well. It was still nerve wracking. 

When he got home, Sara made him take a hot shower. It was to help his pores, once he did that. Sara got to work with a mask on his and her face. Then she took some roller looking thing, while she put slimy serums and an under eye mask.  “This is gonna help with your skin looking good.” She stated as she put some clear substance on his lips. He tried to swat her away when she took the tweezers and began plucking his eyebrow hair. “Stop that hurts” She hit his hands away. “Oh please you get slammed by 200 lbs men every sunday and you’re complaining?” She rolled her eyes. “You made me sit through last night’s boring ass game.”

He pouted. “I thought you liked watching football.”

“I like watching you play football.” She smirked. “I also like watching Joe Burrow too.” He groaned as she plucked another hair. “Not him, do you know how many times I have heard everyone fawn over him?”

“Well have you looked at him?”

“I have, many times, thank you very much. Just to let you know we played them last year and we won.”

“I could go low blow right now but I won’t” she got off of him. “Now how do you feel?” He rubbed his face. “Like a million bucks.” He did feel good. While he usually just washed his face, his skin always had some sort of blemish or issue. The entire time Sara was lecturing him about products and moisturizer. Also how important SPF was especially living in California. “Ill get you a skincare starter routine.” Sara told him as she began to slip on her undergarments. Justin stared at her for a minute before he came back to reality. “You will not, you spent too much money on me already. I cannot let you do that.” She rolled her eyes.  “Well I can get you this stuff for free. I already have a shit ton in my cabinet from brands and PR packages.”

He smiled. This was different, his girlfriend talking about giving him skincare, him going to meet her friends. Going out in public where people knew they were together. It was weird, but not in a bad way? This was a natural part of any relationship, but as selfish as it seemed he liked it just being the both of them. Sara turned around and smiled at him as she curled her hair and his heart skipped a beat. She looked gorgeous, a black sequined jumpsuit with the bottoms being see through underneath black spandex shorts. Hair was curled, makeup was smokey (she did her hair and makeup herself. Didn't want to risk tipping anyone off) He was wearing the gray button up shirt with black pants and polo shoes. His hair was styled with a bit of gel and he was shaved. Sara waved him over in front of the full length mirror. Once she had her sky high heels on she took a selfie in the mirror. Looking like a perfect polished couple, she opened her phone to text Marc and Bella they were on their way. 

Justin wanted to drive to Jerry's. It made him feel manly. Also the main reason being he had to focus on something besides how nerve wracking this was. They took her Mercedes due to slightly tinted windows in the evening. The whole way Sara noticed he was quiet and tapping on the steering wheel. She grabbed his hand and held it with both of hers and it still didn't even cover his. "Hey. At the end of the day they are people just like you and me. Okay." He looked over for a second and nodded. "You know there are people out there who are having the same reaction at the thought of meeting you and what do you say to that?"

He smiled. "That I'm just a man from Oregon."

"Exactly and they're just people from parts of the United States, and I'm just a stubborn woman from Pennsylvania." He laughed. It seemed to calm him down a bit, but she could tell there were nerves, which was to be expected. Meeting new people is daunting. Once they pulled into Jerry’s and saw all of the cars he wanted to turn around and leave, but he knew this was important to Sara, and he did force her to meet his team and parents, which he hasn’t met hers yet. 

Sara had posted a few selfies to her insta. While many of her friends and family responded and hyped her up there was one that stood out. 

Jbbigbear: You look great! Have fun. Post tons of pics!

Saracwozniak : You sound like my mom!

Jbbigbear: if I had told you my real thoughts I wouldn't sound like a mom.

Saracwozniak: down boy

Once they got in they barely recognized the place. It was Decorated to the nones. Balloons and flowers everywhere. There was a DJ set up in the corner with a photo booth. Food was catered and in the middle was a two tiered cake. Justin saw Bella and what he assumed to be her boyfriend talking to others including Joe and Alisha.

Bella spotted them first, and Sara was thrown into a hug with the tall, slender supermodel. "Ahhh it's been too long! I can't believe I missed you while you were in New York!" She pulled away and her focus was on the man taller than her. "You must be Justin." She hugged Justin. "Holy shit you're huge!" Justin blushed. "Sorry it's just I've never come face to face with a football player before." Once Marc pulled away from Sara's hug he shook Justin's hand.

Justin was introduced to quite a few people that night. From Sara's coworkers to Bella's model friends. It felt like more than fifteen people. Everyone was welcoming and friendly. But he still sat at one of the tables in the corner while Sara was pulled away into her friend group. 

He was browsing his phone and saw an incoming message from Taylor

Thanks for the flowers, I don't understand why you would send them.

He was about to formulate a reply when he felt the chair across from him move. He looked up and put his phone away when he saw Bella and the blonde with the two first names. "Where's Sara?"

"She's in the bathroom. We thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know you." The blonde. Anna? Said 

"Look. Sara told us how you were and that you didn't like all this fame stuff, and we get it it's overwhelming. I'm sure you think we thrive off it but we are very private people. Ann-Sophie hid her pregnancy from the media until it was leaked halfway through. Marc and I didn't start making appearances til we were together for at least a year."

Justin was very uncomfortable. "I don't understand where this is going."

"We understand that you and Sara love your privacy, but when this relationship goes public. And whether you like it or not, things are gonna change. We want to make sure you are in it. Sara likes you a lot, and we want to make sure you are on the up and up. Otherwise we will fuck you up."

His eyes widened, not believing that he was being threatened by models. "Are you threatening me?"

"It's a promise." They saw Sara approach the table. "So she tells us you're from Oregon? What part?"

He stuttered a bit before Sara reached the table. "Eugene. Right by Oregon University where I went to school." Sara sat next to him "what were you guys just talking about" She gave her girlfriends a look.

Ann-sophie threw up her hands. "Nothing! God why do you always think the worst of us?"

Sara didn't miss a beat "cause you two are usually doing the worst." Justin laughed.

"We just wanted to know the guy you've been ditching us for."

"I haven't been ditching you two. You guys are in New York. "

Suddenly the DJ announced the food was open. Justin and Sara grabbed their plates and sat back down, this time being the two of them. "So tell me what did they really say to you?"

He looked up from his plate. "They wanted to kick my ass if I hurt you." She threw her head back in exasperating fashion. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! They are not actually going to do it."

He smiled. "I get it. It's okay" he didn't want to mention the part where they stated about going public with their relationship. Now was not the time. But after a few minutes in silence he had to ask. "Hey listen."

"Mind if we join you guys? Joe and Alisha occupied the two empty spots next to them. "No it's fine." Sara smiled. The two began to fall into conversation. At one point Sara went to grab Justin's hand across the table to hold it. He pulled away, which didn't go unnoticed by Alisha. "So are you ready for the new season to start?" Joe asked, oblivious to the anger Sara was feeling.

"Yes I haven't read the full script but its gonna be crazy with all the plot twist and turns"

"There's so many sex scenes though." Sara nodded. "Yes Greg and I have a few

This time Justin butt in. "Huh?"

She waved him off. "My character and her main off and on dude. We are supposed to have this insane argument and then we have sex. Then there's one I can't remember the details of."

"Oh really. "Justin was jealous. It made her smile

Justin's phone rang. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He stepped outside the bar.

"What the fuck was that about?" Alisha questioned as soon as he disappeared.

"Wait what?" Joe looked between the two women. "She tried to reach for his hand and he backed away from it. Also I have not seen him even make an effort to anyone in this party besides Bella and Ann-Sophie and they approached him"

Sara sighed. "I don't know, we were doing so well. We made it official as well. But I don't know. He's not comfortable with all this.”

Alisha rolled her eyes. "He's still your boyfriend though, like has he ever heard of compromise?" Joe put his hand on her arm. "Babe stop. Everyone is different."

The topic was dropped and Sara went to check her phone.

Jbbigbear: I'm seeing pics of the party. Everyone looks well. Also a karaoke machine? I'm offended I wasn't invited.

Saracwozniak: You do karaoke? I'd never peg you for that.

Jbigbear: what? It's fun. Give me a few drinks and I'll be up there with the classics. I used to party hard in college Sara  I went to Ohio State.

She wondered if she should have brought Joey instead.

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"Hello?" Justin was confused as to why a restricted number would be calling.

"Hellloooooo" it was Taylor, 

"What the hell? Why are you calling me?"

"Why'd you send the flowers?" She was drinking. This was great 

"My manager sent them. I wasn't made aware of it til she told me."

"So thats it? Is really ocer?" She was slurring. He never pegged her as a big drinker. Usually having wine when they hung out."

"What is going on with you!? This isn't you. We agreed on the conditions."

"Jusgin you just ended things one moments your fine and then it's like you want noothing to do with me." She started crying and he cringed. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit right now. "Listen, I'm not doing this right now. I'm watching tape right now. Sober up and don't do anything stupid."

"It doesn't sound like yourrrr home."

"Goodbye." He hung up and took a deep breath. This was ridiculous, he was going to have to lay down the law with her.

He headed back in to find Sara and her friends singing karaoke. He recognized ‘Real Slim Shady playing.”

“You want one?” He looked over to find Marc with a Corona in hand, he took one and took a swig of it. “Thanks”

“Those girls really are something arent they?” He turned to look at Marc. “What do you mean?”

“I saw them corner you at the table earlier, giving you the usual ‘hurt her I’ll kill you talk.”

“And you know that cause?”

“Sara, Ann-Sophie,and Gigi gave the exact same talk to me. These girls are tight, they have all been in toxic relationships. They look out for each other." He slapped Justin on the back. "I know this is overwhelming, trust me. I was an art dealer. Then one day this brunette walks into my shop. I asked for her number, thinking she wouldn't call me back. But here we are."

Justin smiled. "We met at Joe and Alisha's wedding. My buddy forced me to go. She's made the first move on everything." Marc laughed. "Sounds like Sara. She is great, you know? Sweet, always putting others first."

"She's fantastic." Justin agreed. "My whole world was football. Everything was the game and ball. Right now I'd be watching tape." This was the first time he had admit to anyone, even himself, that he was crazy about the brunette dancing in a circle her friends created.

Marc smiled. "Well I'm glad you're here. You need to explain the game to me.  I got a client that gave me tickets to the Jets game. I didn't want to offend him so I have to go, but I don't know shit about football."

Justin went over the rules with him until it was time for cake. After it was sliced up and served, everyone hit the dance floor. Despite Justin being a terrible dancer, he found out a couple beers later he didn't care what anyone thought. The couple danced the night away. Oblivious to everyone around them.

The songs were very fast paced. Until the DJ decided he wanted couples on the floor. At one point when Sara was getting water, Justin asked the DJ to play a slow song

Once Sara came back he nodded at the DJ who made the announcement. "Alright everyone this is a special request. Let's give everyone a break from twerking." The crowd laughed. "Everyone grab your partner and have a dance. This song is called 'Quitting you'

To Sara’s surprise, Justin grabbed her hand and led her back to the floor before the song started playing

I think about you all the time

I can't get you off my mind

If they only knew

Who I'd been talking to

You got a place off the park

I'll come by after dark

Cause I was scared when you let me in.

The tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at Justin. He met her gaze and smiled.

And it hurts

All through out my insides

I couldn't stop if I tried loving you

I'll never learn

So I'll call you when I'm outside

Said the keys behind the porch light of unit 2 

And I thought of maybe quitting.

But there's no quitting you 

Bella and Marc were among the couples on the floor watching Justin and Sara 

"So what do you think of them?" She asked her boyfriend. Marc smiled 

"I think they're great. Opposites attract, and I think if they can survive the fame. They will get married."

Bella wasn't sure. "We will see."

Every couple was so into each other on the floor that they didn't notice one of the guests' phone camera on Justin and Sara

It was 1am when they left the party. Sara had promised Jerry that she was going to send in a cleanup crew in the afternoon in addition to a large amount of cash.

After the group disbanded in the parking lot Justin drove home, being the more sober of the two since he only had two beers. She was a little tipsy, but it was wearing off since she was snacking on the leftovers after all that dancing.

However right now she was horny. "Justin?"

"Yes?" 

"When you get to this light make a left and then another left and park." He looked around.

"Uh we are talking about a back road with forests. There's nothing around."

"Yes, exactly."

"Uh I don't think that's safe."

"Oh okay." That changed his tune and he followed her directions. Once he parked he turned towards her. "Do you want privacy?"

Before he could get another sentence out of his mouth she kissed him furiously. "Get in the back seat. " She stated.

"I don't give a shit. Once you make the second turn just park it. I'm gonna be sick." She lied

"Babe you said you were sick." "No I'm not. Now get in the back seat." She unbulcked herself and ungracefully slid into the back seat. Causing Justin to laugh. He was still unsure. "This isn't a good idea. What If the cops come."

"One. This is going to be quick. Two. No cops come by here. Me and my Friends have been here alot. Now please get in the fucking back seat!"

"Fine!" He opened the door and got in the back, knowing he was too large to do what she did. Once he got situated in the back. "Uh how is this going to work?"

She pressed the button to open the sunroof. Wishing she wore a dress instead, she took up the lace bottoms before beginning to remove the jumpsuit. Justin got to work undoing his pants and underwear. Eventually she got nude, and he began to kiss and suck at her nipples. She moaned, grateful for any kind of touch. Running her fingers through his hair. She grabbed his dick and sank onto it, both of them moaning. Justin was huge, so Sara's head was poking out the sunroof. It was a funny sight, and it will probably be funny later but right now the young couple were on a mission. Justin buried his face in her breasts as she grabbed the opening of the sunroof to help her bounce  "Justin!" She moaned as he rotated his hips to match hers. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the danger of being caught that Sara came fast. Justin followed after with the aftershocks of his partner's orgasm.

"Oh my god." He breathed as Sara laid on him. After a minute she got off of him and went to grab napkins out of the center console. She noticed the look he gave her. "I eat a lot in my car." He laughed and she joined him. "I've never done this before."

He kissed her. "Me either." Once they dressed and got back on the road. He reached for hand. "I have something to ask you?"

 She raised her eyebrow at him. "So the week of the 23rd is a bye week for us. I wanted to go home for a few days. See family."

"Yeah I'll watch over Nova." He snorted.

"Thats not what I wanted to know. I want you to come with me. We could drive up there. It's 8 hours, and I have a house close to my parents. We can stay there, or-" He was rambling, it was cute.

She kissed the back of his hand. "Of course I'll come with you! I've never been to Oregon.” She kissed him on the cheek. The rest of the way was filled with a loving silence, an unspoken agreement that she was to spend the weekend at his place.

Once he pulled into his garage. She slipped out and entered his house, him behind her. “You know all that dancing and sweating. I feel really dirty." She unzipped her jumpsuit. Despite the fact that they just had sex in the car, his mouth was dry.

"I'm not tired at all." Sara continued. "Wanna join me in the shower?"

Without a word, he followed her into the bathroom.

A.N. Hey Guys! wanted to get some this out. Remember my inbox is always open and I am always down to talk about anything.! Also, next chapter is going to have a surprise meet and greet between 

#justin herbert imagine #justin herbert #sara and justin canon #alexa writes collide #nfl imagine

[fanchitties]

Porcelain Doll

Pastel’s note: okay so, last night, when i found out that ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN IS FUCKING HACKED, i didnt know what the hell to do. so i opened my laptop and wrote... something. its been so long since i wrote something, and this one is in very different style than i usually did back in the time where i was pastelbear12 lmao.

this one is about two of my OCs in my genshin self insert delulu ( @aly-kurta knows what i mean LMAO). and i decided to post it here. whatever. enjoy.

TW/CW: mentions of torture, obsession (we love them obsessed), first POV, stockholm syndrome (i think?), does this count as yandere? hes canonically a yandere but, whatever, i forgot how to tag LMAO, maybe alternative universe cause in my original plotline, they didnt meet like this, and this is genshin visionless AU

word count: 2500+

I remember it vividly like it was yesterday. Like my sole purpose in life is to hang that memory prettily, in a silver frame with fancy carvings, in my mind. Etched in my mind like a nagging thought.

It was the coldest day of winter, three years ago, in the heart of December.

I was just from the neighboring city to buy things, walking through the blizzard, when I found a deserted house. I thought it would be nice to catch a break, napping for an hour or so hoping the blizzard would come to an end soon, or maybe eat the steam bun I bought in the town to warm up my stomach. I envisioned a wet fireplace, tattered couches, and icy floor. Truly, I expected everything, other than one thing.

Within those forsaken walls, I didn't expect I would find a woman here.

She was on the brink of death from a long list of illnesses, and the horrible state she was in was laughable. And so, I laughed. Out loud. She could barely look at me, barely even breathe. She fainted some seconds later—she wasn't dead, I noticed her still breathing, barely—and I crouched down beside her body on the sofa. Examining her face. Her body. Her condition. Her, in general. I looked at her.

I deemed her the most captivating being my eyes had ever beheld.

I wanted her. I always like pretty things, so, she seemed like she wasn't owned by anyone, so I just carried her from that cold house and rushed through the blizzard, my plans to take a break soon forgotten. She felt weightless in my arms. So light I had to look down at my arms ever so often to make sure she hadn't been whisked away by the tumultuous wind.

I reached the nearest town there and found a fireplace also. I put her down on the floor of another abandoned abode, but this one had a dry fireplace. I lit the fire. The crackling flames cast an orange glow upon her pallid countenance. The snow on her face melted on her cheeks. I wiped it away. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

It would be so, so easy to kill her, I could just trip and fall on her body and she would die dead, and that fact made me laugh again. Really. She was the puniest person I'd seen. And also, the most beautiful one.

I wanted her to be mine. I collect pretty things myself. She could be my next item on the list.

She woke up a couple of hours later. Her confusion evident but I assumed she recognized me. The man who laughed as she teetered on the edge of death. Funnily, she thanked me, and I couldn't help but laugh again. Not because she was funny, no, because she was stupid. My first thank you in such a long, long time. Little did she know, that her beauty was the only thing stopping me from throwing her frail body to the fire, pouring gasoline on it, and leaving her as such.

I didn't tell her any of that though. I just smiled.

"What's your name, love?"

She seemed confused about things. Myriads of whats, whys, whos and hows going in her pretty little head. I understood.

"I don't have a name."

That surprised me. This woman managed to surprise me twice, in a day.

The next hours were spent on her telling me all about her, and it was so reckless and naive of her to say these things to a man she just met, particularly one such as me—a murderer. It was her unlucky day to meet a murderer like me. But she looked grateful for my presence there and I didn't wanna ruin her fantasy. So I just smiled, pretending to be a decent man, just cause I loved seeing her talk. She was so beautiful.

And then I found out that she was dumped by her supposed-to-be family. She never got the luxury of a name. People called her 'Nameless Girl'. Shame. So I offered her a name. She was painfully obvious with her excitement even when she tried to hide it. She couldn't hide anything from me. She was adorable. I told her, that from then on, her name would be Anastasia, or for short, Tasha. Without any particular meaning attached to it.

She liked that, I could tell.

"Do you have a name?"

She looked curious and apprehensive. I didn't see why I should lie.

"Yes."

"Can I have it?"

I snicker, thinking of something that might trigger an amusing reaction from her. I wanted to see that reaction.

"Have my name? Do you mean it as wanting to know my name, or have it, maybe, for your last name?"

She blushed. It was a sight for sore eyes, making its way to a hidden corner of my heart I never knew existed.

"I was joking. My name is Makoto."

She looked at me with wonder. Maybe she was considering whether to address me as her first friend. She then tasted my name on her tongue, the sound cascading like a sacred mantra, sending a shiver down my spine.

I liked how she said my name. I liked my name better after I heard her say it. 'Makoto' never sounded so delightful before.

I was thoroughly amused by the whole situation, so to make things even more interesting, I decided to give her a little 'shock'.

"Tasha. I'm actually a murderer."

Tasha widened her eyes. Yet her calmness returned far more swiftly than I had anticipated.

"Okay." She had said. It almost disappointed me that she appeared unfazed by my revelation. Such ignorance.

"Aren't you afraid? I could kill you anytime."

She shook her head.

And after that, I found out that this woman was even more pathetic than I had surmised. She had a heart problem. She got sick easily. She was weak. The word "weak" fails to adequately describe her fragility. It explained her ignorance of the predicament in which she found herself—alone in an abandoned house with a serial killer—cause no matter what she did, she was gonna die anyway. Should she attempt to escape? Her heart would fail her. Should she remain here? She'd die cause of her own foolish decision to befriend a murderer. Lose-lose situation.

Nobody could ever fathom the itchy feeling coursing through my veins the whole time. I wanted to try, to hurt her. With my hands. The temptation was so overwhelming my hands started to shake.

But I didn't hurt her. It was a blur afterward, and suddenly, I found her sleeping soundly by the fireplace. And I observed her again in her slumber.

The next day, I brought her a gift. A bloodied corpse—an innocent man who had the misfortune of crossing paths with me as he wandered alone down an alley. I threw the lad before her. Carved my initial on his left chest before her eyes. I did it all to let her know who I was.

Dangerous. Cruel. One wrong move, and I'd do the same to her.

She looked at me in horror as I kicked his face into an unrecognizable mess. She threw up when I hung his body with cuffs, blood dripping down the cuts I meticulously made all over his body. She slept in my arms peacefully that night. The same limbs that just tortured an innocent man, wrapped around her waist securely, warmly.

It was sickening. Disturbing.

From that point, she's always been with me, in my journey everywhere. Anastasia is the witness to my cry for joy, my cruel homicides, and my explosive anger. She is always unfazed. She always looks at me as if I were an enigma she was determined to unravel. The way she looked at me unsettled me. I'd beg for her to keep looking at me like that.

Ugh, she's annoying. Insufferable. Burdensome. I wanna kill her.

She coughs blood whenever we walk more than five kilometers in one go. She can't run. Can't swim. She gets a fever every two weeks. She faints all the time. She's really weak I don't even know why I'm keeping her with me. Maybe because I like pretty things. And she's pretty. Beautiful. So beautiful that I just wanna kiss her sometimes.

So, last week, I did.

It was an accident. I love accidents. Or maybe it wasn't an accident. Pretty sure it wasn't, no way it was. I don't repeat accidents; I learn from them. And last week, I kept repeating the 'accident'. And I've learned nothing from it.

We were in the Fatui headquarters, her in my room, and I was just back from a mission from the Balladeer. He’d seen her, and never understood why I'm so stubborn as to keep her by my side. I question the same thing, and that's why his queries are never met with a clear answer. I want Anastasia by my side, end of question.

Scaramouche, my father, scoffed at me. Stella, my sister, rolled her eyes. The Tsaritsa looked at me, half disappointed, half intrigued. Arlecchino and Sandrone just didn't care. Pierro narrowed her eyes. Pantalone forgot where he put his glasses. I couldn't understand Columbina’s gaze. I couldn't see The Capitano’s face. Pulcinella just looked at me, then Anastasia, and walked away. Tartaglia laughed. La Signora laughed even harder.

I would do all of the things aforementioned to myself too.

And so after all of that, I approached her. She was beautiful, and frail, like a porcelain doll. She heard my footsteps and turned to me. She smiled. A mistake. For it drew my attention to her lips. Her dry, chapped lips.

I got the urge to moisten it.

And so that's how I kissed her for the first time.

I could feel her sharply inhale a generous amount of oxygen from her nose, tensing up beneath my touch. But true to form, just as in every situation where I managed to surprise her, she quickly regained her composure. And so she didn't fight back. She allowed me to kiss her lips, so feverishly, to push her further until her back met the window frame. Let me put my hand behind her neck.

I pulled away, just to kiss her again. This time, she kissed me back. Tried to kiss me back. I almost laughed at her poor attempt. It was cute.

I relished it.

And I struggled to make sense of the situation, to decipher its meaning.

I still do.

"What are you doing?"

Now, back to the present, she's now sitting on the window frame. Like how she did last week. Of all the designer-made clothes and dresses I had purchased for her, all with perfect measurements, she chose to wear mine. A pair of jeans, and an oversized shirt. She's practically drowned in that shirt, it was ten times bigger than her. Her hair, just like when I first saw it in the abandoned house, was jet black. Before, it was shoulder length, but now, it has grown to her waist. Slightly wavy. Pretty.

I caress her hair absentmindedly.

"Nothing," she says, and she flashes me a smile. "I was doing something though."

"Care to share?"

"Mhm." She says it like a sing-song. Melodious. I like it. "I was waiting for you, that's all."

I join her, sitting on the window frame. Studying her features. Beautiful.

"That's all?"

She nods. I take her hand. And she lets me. On this spring night, it was quite warm. I can feel her bones beneath her thin skin. I'm afraid I might crush them if I held it too tight. But I'm also afraid I might lose her if I didn't.

How should I hold her hand? Neither are good ideas. What is happening to me.

Dilemma. The realization mortifies me, and I immediately slap her hand away. Regret it in a second when I hear a small cry of pain from her.

"That's alright," she says, reassuring me. "You seem troubled."

You're troubling me, woman.

But I don't say what's on my mind. Instead, I shake my head. "I don't think I am. But you? Undoubtedly."

I'm met with confusion, and she asks me why I think that.

"Because don't you feel so useless? Empty? All you do is wait for me sitting silently and not doing anything until I arrive. When I do, all you do is just talk. You can't do anything without me, can you?"

She doesn't look offended. She just smiles into the distance. To the moon, perhaps. I wish I was the moon.

"You're right. I can't."

I look at Tasha’s profile. She's like a sculpture made by Aphrodite herself.

"And? Have you done anything to fix that?"

She shakes her head. "No, I haven't."

She's making me exasperated. I let her know of that. She smiles, sadly this time, her gaze isn't on the moon anymore. Now, is to the Snezhnaya cityscape beneath us.

Why won't she just look at me? I feel dumb for getting jealous of a mere cityscape.

"Is it the time? The time when you finally find me a burden to you? When you realize I'm just holding you back?"

Of course it is. It is always the time. She's a burden to me. She holds me back. I don't hide it from her, I let her know even.

"Yeah. You've been a burden to me. You've been holding me back since the day I found you, Anastasia."

Finally, she looks at me. I grow breathless. My heart is racing. I hate it. I've never wanted to tear out my heart so badly before.

"Then, should I leave?"

"Where?" I grit my teeth. Where does she think she can go? I wager my entire fortune that she'd die in her first kilometers from here. Or cough blood as she descended the stairs. And die as a fool.

"Somewhere."

How vague. She hasn't even decided where to go. She knows so little about this wretched world.

"Somewhere where I can ensure I'm nowhere to be found by you."

"No."

She looks at me, looking confused.

"Why not? You said I'm a burden."

"Did I ever say I would allow you to leave?"

Her breath catches. I lean in, furious, angry, sad.

"You're not allowed to leave. Ever. Understand, Anastasia?"

"Yes."

Her eyes reflect the moonlight and the stars and my whole world. I love her eyes. I love them even more when they gaze at me, and only me.

"Then... I'm sorry."

Yeah. Be sorry. Be so sorry to me. Cause she has no idea how much she has wronged me. How she's disrupted my mind and stirred my emotions, making it difficult for me to restrain myself from kissing her—

No. Don't look away. I'm terribly upset.

So I grab her chin and force her to look at me. Like this. This is better. She looks at me, bewildered, and I lean in closer.

Our breaths mingle.

Her hands on my arm and chest. I worry the fast tempo of my heartbeat would hurt her frail hand.

I look into her eyes.

And hers into mine.

"You're a burden. You hold me back. Never question that ever."

I whisper.

She ceases to breathe. She's holding her breath.

The blush on her cheeks says hello to mine.

"And I want you to hold me back more. Hold me back as much as you can. Be more of a burden. Cry, whine, fall ill, and scream. Do it. You're stuck with me until the day you die, and you have no other choice."

There. I've said it.

Her lips part.

"Makoto..."

My name. Coming out of her lips. Pure bliss.

"Yes." I pant, the feeling inside my chest suffocating me, something is punching my heart and I revel in every second of it. "Yes, I'm here. What do you need?"

She smiles and kisses me. And dear God, I don't object to this. I want nothing anymore.

A sinner just finds himself in heaven in this godforsaken world.

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what a plot. LMAO, im disappointed of myself

#OC x OC #genshin impact #genshin harbingers #pls read the tw #what is this #alice im borrowing your kid #stella is alice's OC guys #makoto and anastasia are mine #long story short makoto and stella are scaramouche's kids LMAO #omg should i introduce all of my ocs here #but i think ill be lazy to do it #should it tag this as #fluff #or #angst #i should tag this as #abomination #tw makoto #pastel writes

[thebadascetic]

Introduction/Catholicism in the Outback

Welcome to my blog! To introduce myself: I'm a 21 year old Australian woman about to start catechism in the Ukrainian Byzantine Catholic Church. I'll primarily be using this blog as an account of my journey in the spiritual life and with my other self-improvement endeavours. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Now to start my first blog post in media res.

At this time, I'm visiting my grandparents on their farm alongside my fiance, mother, and two younger brothers (18 & 10). This is our fourth day here. It's lovely being out in nature, waking up to kangaroos outside my window.

My fiance and I have been treating this as a spiritual retreat of sorts, seeking to restore our prayer life which has been falling to the wayside as of late. The two of us are staying in the cottage that sits behind my grandparents' house. I've been praying my usual minor hours of the Chasoslov (Horologion) and we've been doing a matins and vespers of sorts together, using the morning and evening prayers from our Orthodox Study Bibles. We've been using my fiance's Psalter instead of the single Psalm those prayers ask for. I'm really enjoying this style of prayer and am greatly considering adding it to my own prayer life. In addition, we've been reading through St. Cyril of Jerusalem's Catechetical Lectures together in order to prepare me for my own upcoming catechism. I still don't feel even remotely prepared but it's been a big help to my understanding of the faith.

Of course, we can't spend all of our time alone in our cabin in prayer. This is a family trip and a chance for my fiance to meet his future grandparents-in-law. This was also when we were able to tell my grandparents of our engagement, as I didn't want to tell them over the phone. This news has been passed on to my aunty who we are hoping to visit this year. She and my uncle live in Melbourne; just an hour away by plane. I've never been on a plane, or out of state, and there is a lovely Ukrainian Catholic Church in Melbourne that my fiance and I would love to see. However, the two we've spent more of our time with on this trip have been my grandparents' two dogs: Owwie the kelpie and Chanel the poodle. Owwie is very friendly and Chanel is too, though she can be rather skittish.

Though it was hot when we came up here, averaging at about 30° (that's Celsius) on our first three days, the weather has turned on us now. It's not overly cold, but it keeps raining. My fiance and I did use the pool the other day but have spent more of our time cleaning up the cottage. The last people to stay here were my aunty and uncle from Melbourne two years ago so there was a lot of grime stuck to the floors. It took us a good few hours but was well worth it. I've also gotten a start on using my self-care planner, gifted to my by a friend on my last birthday. I've written in the twelve major feasts (looking forward to the Holy Theophany tomorrow), along with all the birthdays and appointments I could remember. I plan to buy a packet of highlighters to distinguish the liturgical seasons on the year-at-a-glance section of my planner. I've also filled out a lot of my Glow Up doc, where I write out all of my goals for the year. I have one that I share with friends, a habit we started back in high school, but this is the first time where I've created one by myself. I've added additional headings (with friends the headings were: Fitness, Hobbies/Interests, Hot Girl Summer - whose most common goal was always "get a haircut", Money, School - now known as Education, Social, and Tomfoolery & Shenanigans), and gone into more detailed and personal goals. Hopefully that makes sense. It's extensive, and will become more so when I get back home to my laptop.

I haven't been doing as much independent reading I would like, only having read a few chapters of The Little Book of Skin Care by Charlotte Cho and my fiance and I have continued to slack on our exercise regime, but we still have three more days here.

And that's the end of my first blog post, the only other major thing we plan to do today is book in a time for both of us to take our driver knowledge test.

Christ is Born! Glorify Him!

#catholic #catholic women #christianity #christian women #christian living #christian faith #church fathers #jesus christ #jesus #byzantine #eastern orthodoxy #orthodox christianity

[art-of-eons]

TW: suicide and self harm

Occasionally when I visit my parents they'll ask me about my exes and how they're doing since I'm still good friends with almost all of them. There's one exception, who my dad refers to as that "girl i hate". Last time I visited they asked me how she was doing and I said something along the lines of, "well unfortunately, I dont think she's dead yet".

I think maybe at one point I actually kinda liked her, but throughout most of our "relationship" I loathed her. When I started dating her I was still hung up on my previous ex + clearly not as in to her as she was in to me. Because of this (and because of various other insecurities she had), she decided to make my life as miserable as possible. Every day I was told at least a dozen times that I was a horrible person. Not only by her, but from people I didn't even know.

I met her when I transferred to a small college. She was one of the first people I got to know there and we started dating very quickly after meeting. The school was small enough that everyone knew everyone + she was very, very keen on sharing with everyone how awful I was. Within maybe a month or two of me transferring there, I was having people I never even met before tell me that I was an awful boyfriend, and that I didn't deserve to be dating someone like her, etc.

As a result of all this, I started to withdraw. I binge drank everyday (usually beginning in the morning as soon as I woke up), and began cutting myself regularly. At the same time, I became more reliant on my girlfriend. Because of the stigmatism and judgement I was receiving from her friends / my peers, I felt like I had no one else to go to.

Then one night, i visited her dorm room to watch a movie on her laptop. When I opened it up, the screen showed a Facebook convo between her and one of our mutual "friends". They were discussing how they wish they never met me + how I was miserable person who made everyone around me feel worse.

I remember closing the laptop and feeling like everything was over. I went back to my dorm and started ripping it apart to find something to hang myself with. I knew I wanted something sturdy though - I wanted to drop and snap my neck, rather than slowly die from asphyxiation- and nothing i could find seemed satisfactory. So I got in my car to drive to a hardware store or something.

Luckily for me, my college was at least a half an hour from basically any store at all. It was also pouring rain that night, I was absolutely wasted, and sobbing relentlessly. I was maybe able to make it half way there before I pulled over because I couldn't see the road or anything I was doing. I reclined my seat back and ended up falling asleep for several hours. When I woke up, I realized it was past midnight and that every place had long closed. So I drove home for the night.

The next day I confessed this all to my girlfriend. After I finished recounting all this, we sat in silence for several minutes until I changed the conversation. Things grew pretty light hearted until I ended up saying something that upset her. I honestly can't recall at all what I said, but I remember her letting out a big exasperated sigh snd telling me our relationship isn't fair, because she feels like she's always walking on eggshells + how she can't criticize me because I have "issues".

Up until this point I always accepted and internalized everything she said to me - her rants about how I was a shitty person, self centered, not deserving of love, etc. But this time I laid into her. "20 minutes ago I told you I was gonna kill myself and this is your fucking response?" Etc, etc. I ended up storming off while she sat there stammering.

Shortly after that I ended up dropping out... Months later, she messaged me saying that the issues in our relationship weren't as one sided as she thought, and that she was sorry for trying to make me feel bad at times. (This apology was conditioned though by her pointing out that I made her feel bad first by not liking her enough, and also that her friends still think that I'm the asshole regardless of her newfound epiphany).

Anyways, she works as a therapist now lmfao.

#not art #typed on my phone #sorry this is way oversharing #tw suicide #tw self harm #probably delete tomorrow

[emmiesims]

15 asks for 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me in the ask game @plumbtales!

1. are you named after anyone?

I am accidentally named after my great-gran, my mum picked out the name Emma because she liked it and forgot it was my great-gran's legal name because everyone called her Bet. My parents only realised when they told her and she was really happy about it, they never let her know it was an accident.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Last night because a sad song came on during insomnia hours. There wasn't even that much to be sad about.

3. do you have kids?

No, perhaps in the future though.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

No more than your average Brit.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

I'm unbelievably shit at every sport I've ever attempted due to disabilty reasons. I am average at swimming though because I was in hydrotherapy to treat my dyspraxia from the age of about 1 to 5. I could swim before I could walk, which sounds impressive until you find out I was almost 3 before I started walking.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about other people?

I usually notice pretty quickly if I'm talking to another autistic person. I thought this was an ability everyone had because our body language is very distinctive, but the neurotypical people in my family seem to think it's some sort of talent. I also have a sixth sense for family drama. Neither of these abilities are particularly useful when you first meet someone though.

7. scary movies or happy endings?

I'm going to be honest I don't watch many movies, I have to watch them with someone else there to talk to. There are a couple of horror movies I keep telling myself I'll watch but probably never will. In terms of movies I've watched the most it's probably Lord of the Rings, which does have a happy ending, but idk if that counts because I think Peter Jackson messed up the bittersweet tone of the book endings by omitting the Scouring of the Shire and the context for why the elves are leaving for Valinor.

8. any special talents?

Other than the ability to ramble incessantly, no.

9. where were you born?

England.

10. what are your hobbies?

Videogames in general, other than the sims I've currently been playing a lot of Darkest Dungeon II. The fact my DSA laptop is a potato is probably saving me from some sort of gaming addiction. I'm attempting to learn to draw currently but so far that's been too stressful to really count as a hobby. When my brain is less fried I enjoy reading.

11. do you have any pets?

Yes, we adopted a pair of bonded rescue cats this November, they are called Annie and Phoebe. We also have a tortoise that is either Hermes or Hermione (she was too young to be sexed pre-COVID, we couldn't travel to our nearest exotic vet during COVID, and then a bunch of life stuff happened so we still don't know).

12. how tall are you?

5"4, I'm somehow the tallest woman in my family though because my Nan passed on the "stop growing at 11" genes to everyone.

13. fave subject in school?

A tie between English and History. It would have been History if it wasn't for the fact all my male History teachers were massive dickheads for no reason.

14. dream job?

Used to be archaeology, but I had to leave uni due to health issues this year so idk if I'll actually end up doing that any time soon.

15. eye colour?

Green.

I'm not sure if I even have 15 mutuals, tagging @lillith-dreamer, @timberllania, @plumblot, @happy-lemon, @cloudberry-sims, @sweet-berry-sims, @erasabledinosaur, @emperorofthedark, @socialbunny, @wickedjr89, and @starrysimss, please don't feel pressured to respond or anything it is just an ask game.

[sweetswesf]

Catch Up

Hey, Y’all. It’s been a minute. I’ve been operating on burn out. Been going. And not necessarily getting a lot done. I’m finally losing weight and seeing definition. I’ve been consistent with my workouts and although I haven’t worked a real schedule as if I was working again, I have managed to do at least SOMETHING everyday. There were days in the past where I would get absolutely nothing done. But even if it’s an hour or two, I make sure to do SOMETHING towards interview prep everyday.

I’m a little embarrassed that I am not further along. I don’t consume YouTube as much these days and I just blocked The Shade Room and other Twitter pages I consume heavily. I eat okay. My dad called last week and told me my little brother now wants to code. He suggested to my brother to reach out to me. Many emotions came up. Mostly anger, so I had to cut the convo short. I was angry my father hopped back into communication as if he didn’t hurt me. I was angry he suggested to my brother to reach out to me when my brother has had me blocked and blamed me for why he wasn’t getting opportunities when I set up his LinkedIn page and said I was trying to push him into doing something he didn’t want to do when I suggested he pursue coding.

My family ostracized me, called me all kind of bad names, took his side, told me to help when they saw I was right, never apologized for any of the things they said, and now wants me to help.

As a Christian, I must welcome him with open arms and not hold all that against him. I prayed to be a better person. God is giving me that opportunity. Forgive so that I may be forgiven.

It has got me down, but I need to remember not to get weary in well doing, and that well doing in continuing through the pain and not taking my anger or revenge out.

I had to cut improv guy OFF. Block him. He invited himself to church with me. Trying to give him another “chance”, he targeted my religion and something so sacred to me. I accepted. Then, a whole week later, he says, “Where’s the address? My friend may want to join.”

This triggered me because a lot of my “friends” invite me places or I invite them, and then they bring their partner along either without telling me or they tell me right before when it’s too late or awkward for me to back out. Just tell me you want to bring them. If you NEED them there, then are we really friends? I have trust issues. I have been betrayed so many times and I don’t feel like I give this same energy out to people.

So when this guy did it. I told him I wasn’t cool with it and why I wasn’t. I didn’t trust him and don’t know his friend at all. Didn’t tell me about the friend. This is the first time I’m meeting them in person. If you wanted to go with your friend, just go with them. Do they have an interest in meeting me? Or am I going to be the third wheel you all ignore and use me to show you around?

A lot of people have been playing with my time and emotions. One other dude I got let go with who has been awkwardly trying to hang out but never sets a sure date to meet and then apologizes and promises to meet as if this is something I want when this was what HE wanted and I’m just being nice, had the nerve to say he was lonely and now knows what it feels like to be a “minority” despite being Indian. I immediately called him out on it. He got way too comfortable. I’m so tired of people.

Also, my therapist been getting REAL lazy. She’s postponing our meeting, one meeting she had hella people in the background, another meeting she was at a cafe and had to change to her phone before her laptop died. I mean…

I just keep hearing my grandmother’s words: “You are so sensitive!” And maybe I am, dog! I keep encouraging myself to stay on it though, because there’s always going to be something to piss me off.

My other “friend” who I told y’all I was afraid to call a friend, showed me why I should tread lightly again. I had doubts about her from jump, but she’s been so nice. But when people show you who they are BELIEVE THEM! I had planned to surprise her and take her somewhere and told her to just save the date, but after she read an invitation to something else I sent her but never responded to it, despite us talking many times after that, I just canceled her surprise. I felt bad because I can’t get my money back, but I’m kinda jaded from being nice to people even after they’ve done me wrong. I’m spent.

I even told my pastor friend about the misogynoir, especially with all these Black men who get killed and their old tweets hating black women get exposed. She acknowledged it, but not quite in the way I had hoped. I regretted opening up to her.

Not everyone is going to treat me how I want to be treated or respond in the way I hope they would. I get that. I just would appreciate more validation and security in my relationships.

I just joined a community group of some of the members in my white ass church, and, upon meeting some of the women, they gave me the same look of fear a lot of white people have when you enter their space. I felt SOOOO welcomed. 🙄🙄🙄. Life as a Black woman can be hard. I so bad want to get my life together…but to go where? I miss New York like CRAZY, but there is racism and stupid exclusivity there as well.

I met up with a girl I met through a mutual acquaintance. She locked arms with me on NYE and walked and chatted with me for BLOCKS in the cold! I thought we were vibing. We exchanged numbers. She put the wrong number in my phone. It was off a number. I thought it was possibly a mistake. I went through 2 people to get her number. I finally got it. I hit her up to schedule something. She seemed ready, but had no suggestions on what we should do. I figured it would go bad at that point. And sure enough. Not only was she late but it was almost as if she was extremely shy. Like girl, you were all up under my arm all night. And no, she wasn’t intoxicated that first night (I don’t think). We eventually talked a bit more fluidly and she even mentioned sharing food “the next time”. So, idk, but it definitely left me feeling like a lot of people don’t deserve my time and generosity and that I should stop inviting people and only take invites right now.

I thought I’d volunteer weekly, but life been lifing. I met a woman last time and she was excited to exchange numbers and hold each other accountable. She’s from Brooklyn, so she’s been following up better. She gets it. She was just hella weirdly bossy volunteering and physically moved me to the point where I thought I would have to say something or get physical back. And I keep letting this stuff happen. Turning the other cheek because I am trying to give people grace and also control my temper better. I really be wanting to let people have it, but I know God is going to reward my patience. I read a scripture recently: only say good and helpful things. I’m trying.

Through all of this, you CANNOT say I don’t “put myself out there” or TRY! I be trying! It’s something about here dude…idk…

I also have been craving romantic intimacy with a man, but a lot of men, especially the ones I seem to attract, are EMBAARRRRRAASSSINNGGG!!! Every dream recently has been about me being intimiate with some dude from my past. I met a dude on Hinge last week. He was not gorgeous, just okay. He were quested to FT. First red flag. Just take me out. Don’t do none of this weird BS. Take the EXPECTED risk that comes with dating someone online, especially since YOU swiped right on me. Then his first date invitation was ice cream at night. Pardon my French, but I AINT NO ICE CREAM BITCH! Take me out to dinner! I entertained the FT and the invitation, but knew I was lowering my standards HEAVILY! So something in my mind said “SABOTAGE IT!” And I did. I asked him why ice cream and not dinner. He gave some stupid response that all seemed to revolve around what HE wanted. If you can’t afford dinner, or you’re tired of it not going beyond dinner, maybe you don’t need to date. You can pick a cheap spot. You think imma walk around in the cold at night on our first date because you “think it lends to better conversation”? If you struggle with coming up topics at the dinner table, improve your conversation skills, go out with someone you’re interested in getting to know, or put your ego aside and recognize that not every moment needs to be filled with a word! I need to get intimiate with these damn computer science concepts…

My neighbor in the apartment below me said my music was too loud. I felt embarrassed and attacked. Solange’s line about not even being able to be yourself in your home resonates with me heavy. I try harder to be quieter, but I don’t even be loud for that long. Just feels like them being anal and wanting to control something they don’t have control over and feeling like they can do it because I’m Black.

So, tomorrow, I’m going to see a comedian. He interviewed me a while back. I hit up his colleague who helped organize the interview, asking if I could meet him at the show. Haven’t heard back from her yet. In addition to meeting him, I’m hoping to make a huge romantic or career connection with someone the comedian knows. I know my potential is to be with and around powerful people who enjoy my company as much as or more than I enjoy theirs.

I would have loved to show my “friend” this, but I didn’t trust her and if she really betrays me, I don’t want to regret showing her that experience. Maybe that’s petty of me, but I have to protect my heart…it’s been getting beat up and I haven’t been saying anything…

I ate out today and felt so guilt about it. I kept thinking about the money, time, and calories I was wasting. It was good, but I couldn’t allow myself to enjoy it fully. I want to be a good steward of the gifts God gives me and I felt like I was indulging a bit and ignoring priorities.

I’m hoping a REAL break will allow me to reset and refocus. I don’t want to eat out. I don’t meet fake friends or people who are not interested in getting to know me too. I canceled a lot of plans and am opting to do things solo. I can’t wait for a true social group, a close partner bond, a community and city I truly enjoy, and a job I want to work hard for. I’m working at it. Praying for it. Praying that I’m doing and wanting the right things.

All that I want is coming for me. I have to focus on the positives: I’m trying things out, people are swiping right on me, I have my health, I’m looking better, I can still afford to hang out and take people out and do things for them, I don’t have to go home to people that make me sad, angry, or say mean things to me, I can study, I am learning, I am teaching myself, I have Wifi and electricity and water to wash my ass, I do have a lot of people that care for me. I live alone. I can get up and do these things myself. I am just really tired and the road ahead seems long, but I have to believe in me, work hard, face my fears, trust in God, and only fear Him. I pray for forgiveness if I am not representing him well. I should have joy.

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Vote 1 Chloé Bourgeois, by @halcyyonn

Based on a prompt submitted by @gaussiansphere: A house of cards style political thriller about Chloe running to succeed her father as Mayor of Paris

AO3; Political AU, Political Drama, André is Corrupt

Summary:

Chloe Bourgeois had been aware of her father's corruption for years, and she was determined to stop him. Her own political campaign was picking up steam and everything was perfectly planned. Or it was, until someone else discovered what Andre had been using his power and influence for. Chloe could make it work for her

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The story broke early in the morning, dragging Chloe out of bed far too soon after the late night she had. Even though her team had assured her the situation was under control and no one would find out, someone had clearly been wrong. If she was anyone but Chloe Bourgeois, someone making a mistake about a secret might not be that big of a deal, but she was Chloe Bourgeois. She had been keeping the details of her father’s corrupt political career under wraps until she could use it to win the election in a few months and take his place as mayor of Paris. Was it underhanded? Of course, it was politics. Was it also a necessary evil? Yes, absolutely.

Chloe’s entire plan revolved around getting herself into the mayor’s office. If she only removed her father from his position, someone else would take his place, while Andre still pulled the strings. He, and everyone that took orders from him, had to go.

When Chloe arrived at her office, her entire media team was already assembled. All of them looked as tired as she felt, as if they had all rushed here as soon as they got the news.

“How much has been released?” Chloe set her laptop and notes on the table while everyone took their seats. “How did it get out?”

“It seems that one of the interns sent some of the files to the wrong person, and the media got their hands on it. So far, it’s been reported by most major political bloggers, including the Ladyblog. They only got some basic information that confirms the mayor is corrupt, but they don’t know how far it goes.”

Chloe nodded. “It won’t take long for people to start asking questions. What are our options?”

Another person from across the table spun their laptop around. “There are a couple of angles we can take. If you want to continue with the anti-corruption platform we were going to use, we have a press release written denouncing the current mayor and promising an investigation into his actions. If we go with this one, we’ll have to move quickly before anyone else can dig up more information.”

“How long will it take for people to work out that we know more?”

“Not long. A day or two, if we’re lucky. Andre and his government covered their tracks fairly well, but we still managed to stumble upon it. Someone looking in the right places would find it without trouble.” The private investigator she had hired months ago projected some images onto the screen at the front of the room. Different pictures of Andre began popping up, including a few that Chloe had never seen before. The mayor had clearly been having a good time recently. “We’re only a few hours away from the early morning news reports, and blogs can be updated anytime.”

“So, we need to get my statement out there as quickly as possible.” Chloe tapped her fingers on the table, her nails making clicking noises against the wood as she thought her options over. “Go with the anti-corruption angle. We need to get a press conference organised to make sure it gets onto the news.”

“What about your father?” There was silence around the room as Chloe’s team waited for her to react to Andre being referred to as her father.

“If Andre is still following the same schedule he did when I was a teenager, he won’t hear any news until mid-morning. He’s the last thing we have to worry about right now.” Chloe stood up again, adjourning the meeting. She looked over at her media liaison. “Get as many journalists together as you can in the next few hours for the press conference. This may not be the ideal situation for this information to be released, but we need to take this chance while we have it. Inaction will harm our reputation. Thank you all for being here.”

Chloe picked up her laptop and strode out of the room. As she waited for the elevator, she called her hair and makeup team. While she preferred to make public appearances on more than a few hours of sleep, this could be a turning point in their campaign. Andre’s actions were catching up with him, and the promise of an investigation could sway the majority to their side. If they continued to slowly release the information they knew over the coming months, it was unlikely that Andre’s reputation would survive until the election. The more the public found out, the more his chances of re-election dropped. With the right timing, Chloe was basically guaranteed the mayor’s office. She could almost walk right in.

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A few hours later, Chloe sat in her office, watching as news articles about her press conference slowly rolled in. As predicted, her father hadn’t done anything about the news. She doubted her had even heard about it yet. It was still barely seven in the morning. He wouldn’t learn about anything for hours.

There was still much to be done. She had another meeting with her team scheduled for the morning to plan the slow release of information about the rest of her father’s corruption. Financial documents would be leaked, secret emails would arrive in journalists’ inboxes, phone call recordings would be posted online, and more press conferences would be held to assure the public that Chloe Bourgeois would get to the bottom of this. Sure, Andre would end up in jail, but what else would he expect after all the tax evasion, bribery, and embezzlement? There were no other options left. He had brought this upon himself.

Chloe sighed. She wished her life had turned out differently, but by the time she was born, the wheels were already in motion. When she found out about all of her father’s crimes at the end of high school, it was far too late to turn back the clock.

An alert dinged on Chloe’s computer. Alya Cesaire had arrived for their meeting. It had been set up so Chloe could double down on her promise to crack down on corruption. Speaking to the blog that had successfully pivoted from reporting on the latest superhero news to additional political reporting, as well as one of the largest blogs in the city, would ensure that as many people are possible saw her promises to fight corruption inside the government. Her entire image was built around being dedicated to doing right by the people of Paris, no matter what, even if it involved locking her own family behind bars in the process.

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While Chloe knew that her father wasn’t happy with her running for mayor against him, he hadn’t said anything about it. She didn’t really care. If anything, she was used to it. Andre had never been the most interested parent, happily thinking that following every demand Chloe had meant he was being a good father. Somewhere in the last few years, that willingness to do whatever she asked at the drop of a hat had disappeared.

That meant it was quite a surprise when he stormed into her office at noon that day. His assistant followed behind him, ever dutiful, even as Andre raged. “I tolerated your little campaign for far longer than I should have! I thought it was only a passing fancy, but this,” he gestured to the tablet his assistant was holding and the news articles it displayed, “this has gone far enough!”

“Hello, Andre. I’m glad you found your way here. I wasn’t sure you even knew where my office was.” She wasn’t going to sink to his level. They were both adults, and allowing a conversation to devolve into a shouting match because Andre couldn’t see what was under his nose was a waste of her time. “How can I help you?”

“Stop playing around. I know your campaign is just some teenage rebellion, and I am willing to forgive you.”

“I know you’ve missed a lot of important moments in my life recently, but I’m in my mid-twenties. My rebellious teen years ended years ago. All of the decisions I’ve been making are ones that are the best for me and the best for Paris.”

Andre’s face reddened more and more with each word. Chloe didn’t let it bother her, continuing with her speech. “I know what you’ve been up to. I have all the records of the money you’ve been stealing from the city, all the bribes you’ve been paying to keep people quiet, and all the secret phone calls you’ve been having. If anyone is going to be ending their campaign, it’s going to be you.”

“You don’t know who you’re up against.”

“I do, actually.” Chloe stood up from her desk. “I grew up with you. I know everything you’ve been up to since you were first elected. You don’t know who you’re up against. I think you should leave before you embarrass yourself further.”

“How dare you?” Andre was shouting now, his voice echoing out into the hallway and attracting the attention of the people outside. “You would never last a day in this job! You don’t understand what it takes to be the mayor of Paris!”

“It’s time for you to leave; otherwise, I’ll call security and have you escorted from the building. How much more damage can your reputation take? I don’t mind finding out. What about you?”

“You are not the daughter I raised. I did everything for you, gave you everything that you wanted, yet this is how you repay me? I should have known you would turn out like your mother. An ungrateful brat.”

Chloe left the door ajar and walked back to her desk, pressing the call button on the intercom. The security team answered immediately. “Please send security to my office to remove the mayor from the premises.”

“They’re on their way, Miss Bourgeois.”

“Thank you.”

Chloe and Andre stood in silence as they waited for security. Andre seemed to think he could intimidate her into following his orders, but it wasn’t going to work. Maybe if she was a decade younger, or her father didn’t look like he had aged decades in just a few years, but that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t going to intimidate her.

Two security guards walked into the office. “Mayor Bourgeois, if you could come with us, please.”

“This isn’t the end.”

“No, the end will be when I win the election. Goodbye, Andre.”

Andre and his assistant were escorted out by the guards, Andre still fuming. Chloe could hear cameras clicking outside and could only imagine the work that was going to pile up after this incident. The whole thing only solidified Chloe’s belief that Andre was no longer fit to run Paris and needed to be removed from power at the next election. She pressed the call button on her intercom again. When her assistant answered, Chloe asked, “Please schedule another meeting this afternoon. We need to start releasing more evidence. Thanks.”

Andre was going down. And she was going to be the one to make sure his political career came to an end.

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