#sorry I had to hop on this trend real quick

[imaginarianisms]

okay so. one thing ive been meaning to talk about in the rpc over the years is. the blatant ableism, sanism, racism & overall downplaying & watering down of serious issues such as cults to the point where nonsurvivors are rly out here making cult jokes which, to actual survivors, are like a massive slap in the face.

that's telling us "you don't matter".

on disabled characters & representation. i& genuinely don't remember the last time i& saw someone with a character who had a mobility aid or a wheelchair... if at all. i& genuinely don't remember the last time i& saw a disabled character actually Talk about their disability if it's even mentioned at all in threads & if it is it's usually a skinny cis white character, mostly cis white male characters, with the disability & fuck me& if there are any disabled characters of color at all.

i& genuinely don't remember the last time i& saw a character go indepth about the ableism & sanism they face. & i'm not saying that a disabled character has to let their disability define them but just like gender & orientation, a disability affects people & this doesn't just apply to physical disabilities. & i'm& not even getting into the way disabled & neurodivergent MUNS OF COLOR are treated, ESPECIALLY if their disability and/or neurodivergence is stigmatized.

i'm& not even getting into the stupid fucking way ppl go around throwing "delulu" everywhere as if they somehow have that right to mistreat schizospec & psychotic ppl & stigmatize us further. no, worstie, you're not fucking "delulu" for wanting your unlikely ship to be canon. no, you're not fucking "delulu" for wanting your crackpot theory to be true. it isn't some cutesy fucking trend you can hop on, theyre serious fucking issues. no worstie you're not "delulu" you're just sanist & hate psychotic people. stop using my& fucking symptoms as a stupid joke while stigmatizing me& for having them. i see a lot of nonpsys (for the unaware: nonpsys are people who dont have psychosis & aren't on the schizospec) using the word as if it's this cute quirky word to describe their fantasies & desires. its. literally not. delusions can INVOLVE fantasies & desires but arent those things on their own. it's not fucking funny to call yourself delusional as a joke & it's definitely not funny to just armchair diagnose people when a) you're not even a fucking doctor, psychologist or psychiatrist or any kind of medical professional & b) it's dehumanizing & c) i'm& betting y'all who use "delulu" have never even actually experienced a delusion, this isn't something you throw around for fun, it's an actual serious symptom with serious consequences for people who experience it. & as a schizospec did system myself i'm& Very Fucking Tired. noah fence but i& don't get delusions that're mostly trauma based & persecutory delusions just so y'all nonpsys can make it into another fun quirky thing & the same shit apply to ppl who use "psychopathic" "sociopathic" & "narcissistic" as an insult when most of the time personality disorders come from TRAUMA. & ESPECIALLY if you're autistic, you fucking know better

also. ppl are like "yeah i support systems!!!! :)))))) except fictive heavy systems, systems with lots of members, systems that share everything about themselves and systems who won't shut up about being systems. oh sorry your did and/or plurality makes me uncomfortable :(((((" i've& had people just. straight up refuse to acknowledge my& system at all & act like everything was fucking fine even when people claim to be my friend & give a fuck about me. my& older sister literally told me& to my& face that i& was lying for attention then she heard i& was actually dxed & she shut her ass up real quick. ive had people literally REFUSE to use our names or our pronouns despite KNOWING we're a system & some of us& were Also talking to these people. even from people who claim to be all like "oh i'm all for disabled people!! i'm all for respecting everyone's pronouns" but when it comes to our& plural ass they shut up real fucking quick. like. it won't kill y'all to ask about the rest of us&, about our& lives, showing us&.. idk, the latest episode of a show we've& never seen or a psd you made or introducing memes to us& & it definitely won't kill you to use an "&" by our names & pronouns or at the VERY FUCKING LEAST refer to us& as "y'all" or "you guys".

as someone w/ undxed aspd i& can tend to be very blunt especially if i'm& irritated. does that make me an evil person? uh. no. i& don't think so. someone w/ a personality disorder doesn't automatically mean an abuser & that goes ESPECIALLY with people with narcissistic personality disorder & antisocial personality disorder. disorders by themselves cannot be abusive. not everyone who's abusive has a personality disorder & even if they did, it's bc of their actions, not the disorder itself. & sometimes people just suck & are downright cunts.

if i& sound irritated its bc i& am. i'm& your local angry mean madcripple tryna tell y'all that this is a rpc. rp COMMUNITY. there are people who see this ableist shit. there are trauma survivors in your community. yes, this is worded aggressively but i& need y'all to understand that y'all Need to be able to engage with the anger of people with more stigmatized disorders & ESPECIALLY trauma survivors w/ more severe trauma & not just when we're being informative or entertaining to you if the rpc's gonna be better.

#out of the galaxy. || ooc. #all of this is /nbh btw this is just. like. a general messy vent at the entire rpc not at any particular person. yall are chill. #/ ableism #/ sanism #/ psyism #/ pluralphobia

[feralnumberfive]

#*cue laugh track* #sorry I had to hop on this trend real quick #tua #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua meme #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #tw eyestrain #(<- maybe? I'm not really sure)

[crowdedimagines]

Leaked - Harry Styles

2.8k :) 

“Y/n?” His voice rings out a soft echo. The only noise in my room tonight. I simply answered so the incessant buzzing on my nightstand would finally cease. If only I had checked the contact, I wouldn’t be sitting up straight in bed, staring into the black of my room.

“Hello?” I answer back after a long enough pause for both of us to know that I have just woken up and I wasn’t fully aware of what I was answering.

“I’m sorry to wake you. I forgot what time it is there right now.” I can hear some shuffling on his end, it sounds like he’s getting up and walking around. He must be in London right now, not in his home only a ten minute drive from mine in Malibu. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, letting my comforter drop from my shoulders.

“What’s wrong Harry?” I ask, cutting to the chase. The slight nervous edge in his voice tells me that something is most definitely wrong. I can’t just sit in silence waiting for the world to stop, I need him to spit it out. Spit out whatever made him call me after nearly a year of no longer being together.

“I had a leak. Someone hacked my phone.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this was far from it. I let out a sigh, he’s okay. At least physically. I can feel a slight weight lift off my chest, but it’s far from light still.

“Okay?” I prompt for him to continue.

“It’s pictures of you, Y/n.”

And to think I was worried about him. His words make my ears ring for a few seconds. An eerie pitch fills the void between us, neither of us knowing the words to help this situation.

“Which pictures?”

I switch Harry to speaker and open twitter, ignoring the mass texts that are coming in right now. My manager and my publicist ranting on our group chat but the messages fade into the background as soon as my eyes cross the trending page.

“Um-”

#Y/n’sleaked

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” My hands start shaking as I look over the images shared with the entire world. Not even just one, multiple over the time we shared a relationship.

A picture I sent him on tour, standing in our mirror with not a thread of clothing. Bare as the day I was born. I remember taking this picture as a tease right before he had to take the stage at Madison Square Garden. Now more people than can fit in Madison Square Garden have seen that picture.

Next, is a picture of me in a rather compromising position on my knees looking up at him. It’s not hard to tell what was happening or about to happen. Harry took this one, It was already a hot night for us, and somehow him pulling out his phone snapping a quick picture made it even hotter. Now I need to worry about my family ever seeing this.

Finally, the most modest of the group, a picture of me in simple dark red lingerie thrown on the bed by Harry. Once again, a picture that Harry had snapped himself. I had just come home from tour and he answered our door and I dropped everything I had, including the clothes I had been wearing. He chased me up to our room, he finally caught me in our room and literally threw me on the bed. He pulled out his phone claiming he wanted to remember the sheer joy he was feeling in that moment. Now it’s bringing me dread.

Tweet after tweet sharing the same group of photos.

Harry doesn’t say a single word, knowing that I’ve seen exactly what he was trying to break down to me.

“Oh my god.” I shutter, refreshing as the tweets come in by the hundreds.

“Y/n I-”

I hang up before he can utter another word. I can’t speak with him right now, knowing exactly who’s to blame for putting me out there like that. We broke up nearly a year ago, if he had simply deleted the photos once the relationship was over, maybe we wouldn’t be here.

I read the thread of messages between Jordan my manager and Paula my publicist. Both are trying to diffuse the situation. I wonder how they found out, did they get a call at two in the morning from Jeff?

I simply reply that in the morning to meet at my house to get everything sorted out, there’s no point in stressing over what we can’t change and losing sleep over it. They both agree to be at my house bright and early at seven.

I put my phone back down and pull myself under the covers. At least for a few more hours this can’t be real. A few more hours I can hide under the covers and pretend that this isn’t happening.

I put coffee on, knowing that the girls will be here any moment, hopefully with a plan in hand on how we can diffuse the situation.

“Good morning.” Paula smiles cheerily followed by Jordan who just has a tight smile.

“Please tell me there’s something we can do.” I sit down on my touch, letting my hands warm on the mug.

“Yes, we-kind of!” Paula gushes.

I look to Jordan for a clear answer. Paula has always been a little nuttier, I love her to death, but right now I need serious and I need a plan. I need cold and honest.

“I talked with Jeff for a while last night and we both agree that we think it’s best for us to meet up together to discuss a course of action in person. We have a flight in an hour.”

“So you’re telling me that my nudes leak from his phone and now I have to hop on a plane to go see him?” My jaw must reach the floor by now.

“It’ll be better to get this all sorted out with both teams together. We have the same common goal here, we just want to make this look a little better.”

“Easy for you to say when it’s not your body trending on Twitter.”

“I wasn’t the one sending them.” She raises her brow, she’s told me a dozen times to never put myself in a position like this. That there can’t be any leaks when you don’t take anything private.

I climb upstairs to my room and grab a bag to start packing. I throw on a cute sweat suit and find a pair of dark tinted sunglasses. If anything, the airport is the last place I should be right now. The paparazzi are worse than they’ve ever been, even with Harry, I’ve never been bombarded like this. They throw question after question to me, hoping to get the first scoop on me the morning after it leaked. While it’s still hot and trending with every news outlet.

“Jesus.” Paula mutters, “Still got all your fingers and toes?”

I smile finally, “I’m fine, thank you.”

The flight is peaceful, thankfully. Jordan types a mile a minute on her laptop next to me. Surely, trying to work out a plan and get as many pictures taken down as possible. Not that it matters now, it’s out in the world forever now.

A sleek black car picks us up and drives the familiar route to Harry’s London home. We pull into the driveway and it knocks the air out of my lungs as soon as my feet hit the ground. There’s several cars that don’t belong to Harry, which means it’s a full house today.

I let Jordan walk in first, letting myself weakly trail behind. I haven’t seen Harry since the break up. Maybe once at an award show, but it was far away and we didn’t exchange words. I definitely didn’t think I would be stepping into his house again.

“Jordan.” Jeff greets, getting up from the dining table where it looks like people have set up camp. A whole crew of people making calls, scouring Twitter, and god knows what else.

“Hi, Jeff.” She smiles.

I look around a little, trying not to be obvious. The house looks the same, Hardly a single thing out of place in over a year. Not that I expect it too, I never fully lived here outside of a few weeks at a time. It’s not like our shared Malibu home that we sold in the break up. This place was always predominantly his.

Speaking of Harry, finally he looks up from his phone, he had been biting at his cuticles probably worrying, panicking. He tucks his phone in his back pocket and walks over to the rest of us. Paula instantly pulls him down for a hug, she always loved him.

“Harry!” She sighs.

He lets out a soft laugh and bends down to hug her short stature. We make eye contact a few times, but never say anything.

“I wish this was under different circumstances.” Paula whispers, even though we still all catch it.

“No hug? Harry teases Jordan. They were never close but at least he’s attempting to lighten the mood. Harry is probably the last person on this planet that she wants to hug.

“I’m not your biggest fan right now.” Jordan sighs, her steel cold gaze returns. I bite back a smirk over how protective she can be sometimes.

“Y/n, I-” Harry starts, finally turning his full attention to me.

“Y/n!” A louder voice cuts him off, I glance over his shoulder to see Gemma getting up from the couch in the living room, Anne close behind.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you!” She pulls me in for a hug, her arms pulling me in tight, as if to make up for the months of nearly no contact.

“I’ve missed you too, Gem.” I tighten my grip around her.

Anne appears in my line of vision now, smiling softly. I release my grip on Gemma and she does the same, Anne taking her place.

“You’ll get through this, darling.” She whispers softly as she rubs her hand up and down my back. Her words bring tears to my eyes. I’ve tried to not let myself be sad about this. I’ve only felt anger, but hugging Anne has opened the floodgates. “You’re strong.”

“I need to freshen up.” I clear my throat, Anne pulls back and smiles.

No one says a word as I excuse myself to the closest guest bathroom. I wash my face with cold water and take a few deep breaths trying to prepare myself somewhat for what I have to go out there and face. I open the door and notice Harry leaning against the wall across from the door.

“Hi.” He picks his head up, no longer staring at the ground.”

“Hi.” I say back.

“Y/n I am so sorry. I had no clue any of this would happen. If I had known-”

“Why did you keep the pictures Harry?” I ask, I want answers not apologies. He’s still Harry and I know he’s feeling so much guilt right now.

“I don’t really know.” He shrugs, “I wasn’t being pervy with them, wasn’t keeping them for any indecent reason. They were just another memory that I didn’t want to lose. I didn’t delete any of the pictures.”

I can’t think of a response which is fine because Jeff calls for both of us to join them. We sit down at the table along with a few unfamiliar faces. As soon as we do they dive into the details, talking about how somehow Harry’s iCloud was hacked and that meant they had access to all photos.

“Well why are my pictures the only ones out there? It’s his phone that got hacked!” I yell.

“We don’t know.” Jordan answers, “We don’t know what else they got either. If they have more that they’re waiting to sell.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Harry mutters, rubbing over his eyes.

“Well Harry, got anything else I should worry about? Or any other girls you should warn?” I turn to look at him, a flash of red creeps up his neck and hangs around on his cheeks. It was a low blow, but it slips out before I can stop it.

“There’s no one else.” Harry answers, “And for other pictures I don’t know to be completely honest.

“Well, it might help for us to get an idea of what else could be out there. We should try and get an idea of what else the two of you have.” Jeff's words make me look to Anne, now it’s my turn to blush but she isn’t phased by any of it so far.

“Well it could be worse.” A man from Harry’s team states as he shuts his lap top, leaning in to join the conversation.

“How so?” Gemma prompts crossing her arms over her chest.

“Any publicity is good-”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence.” I cut off the man before he can continue. “You can’t talk. You can’t say any publicity is good publicity. Not until your body is trending on Twitter. Not until everyone with social media has seen your body, talked about it, and used it. Not until you have to call your parents and tell them you’re sorry and to stay away from phones for a while. Not until your body is no longer your body.”

The chair loudly scrapes against the floor as I stand up. I can’t sit here at the table and listen to them talk about it like it’s not as huge as it is. Because to them this is work, to me it’s my real life. I make my way towards the back porch. It’s always been one of my favorite spots. It’s got the best view of the garden.

I trust Jordan for decisions on this. She knows me well enough after all of these years together. They’ll run anything else past me, but I don’t need to be in there while they attempt damage control.

I sit down on the outdoor couch and pull my legs up to my chest. It’s peaceful for a few minutes and I just let myself bask in it. I could probably fall asleep if I tried, jet lag and all. It’s soft, but still loud enough for me to hear the door open. I turn to see Harry just standing there, trying not to invade my bubble while still giving me my space.

“C’mon.” I nod to the spot beside me. There’s no point in being mad anymore. What’s done is done. I will always love Harry more than the drama.

He shuffles over and takes a seat. A slow fog rolls in as it slowly gets darker.

“Do you ever miss it?” His voice quiet and steady. I don’t have to ask to know he’s talking about our relationship.

“Harry, we dated for three years, of course I’m going to miss that. Now what’s got you all sentimental? See those pictures and remember how good of a lay I am?” I tease bumping his shoulder with mine, with a smirk. He lets out an airy laugh, easing the tension.

“No, even before these past few days.” He finally looks over at me, tearing his eyes away from the yard, “I always miss you.”

“Harry.” I sigh. “We both agreed. We were both touring, we never even saw each other. And when we weren’t we were stuck in the studio. Different studios I might add.”

“Isn’t rarely seeing each other better than never?”

His question hangs in the air, both of us leaving it unanswered.

“I don’t know, Harry.” I answer after several minutes. The sun dips below the horizon, and my head dips down to his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

I don’t know how long we sit like that. The sun is gone now, and the breeze actually feels cold, but Harry’s arm is heavy and warm around my shoulder.

The door suddenly opens causing both of our heads to perk up. It’s Gemma with the smallest smile on her face.

“They’re asking for you guys in there.”

“Ready, love?” Harry stands, holding out a hand to pull me up with him.

“Well it’s now or never.”

part two? let me know what you guys think

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Harry Styles

[soobuneary]

Giddy up, Girl! - Choi Soobin x Reader

Choi Soobin x Reader

Summary: A (very self-indulgent) fic about Soobin visiting a southern partner’s hometown. After a year of long distance dating online, you meet! HIGHKEY inspired by the Luke Bryan ‘Shake It’ tiktok trend haha.

Warnings: drinking, a tiny bit sexual if you squint, and like one curse word

Words: 2.6k

***the songs mentioned, if you want hehe: 1, 2, 3, 4

As he watched you carefully apply your eyeliner, Soobin still felt as if this whole situation was unbelievable. Even through the teary greeting at the airport, and even as he sat here on your bed watching you, the high feeling kept his head lost in what he could only describe as a dream.

You had gone to Korea as a trip with your university, where you were a culinary student, and on one of your nights adventuring you had met Soobin at a food stall. He was impressed by your knowledge of Korean food, and you were smitten with his dimples. After exchanging numbers, you quickly became friends even after you had gone home to the US. He asked you to be his girlfriend over facetime, which was how many of your previous dates had taken place.

But now, you sat in front of him at your vanity, in the flesh. And you were about to take him out in real life. “Soobin, aren’t you going to get ready?”

Your voice snapped him out of his daze. He took in your appearance and suddenly felt shy. A pale pink tank top and high-wasted jean shorts, and suddenly he wasn’t sure this was the type of date he was thinking of. He assumed he had been quiet for too long, as you asked him the same question but in Korean. “Not sure.”

You smiled at him and walked over to your closet. Seeing his clothes on one side made you smile, because although it was odd, it made everything feel much more tangible. He was here.

He looked at the plain white button up you held out towards him. “The jeans you’re wearing should be fine.”

“Where are we going?”

“No where fancy.” You smiled, putting on your rhinestone covered boots. “I want you to meet my friends, this bar is one of our favorites.” You saw the anxiety settle in on his face, so you continued, “Soob, I don’t think anyone at this bar would know who you are. Hell, I didn’t when we met.”

That did little to ease his stress, but he smirked upon further inspection of your cowgirl boots. It reminded him of the Blue Hour music video shoot. He chuckled, “Those are yours?”

“Yeah?” You approached the closet again as he finished doing the last button on his shirt. “You don’t take me for the type?”

He watched as you pulled down two hats, one white and one brown. “I’ve never seen it before.”

Your laugh made him blush. “Well, it’s a special occasion. I can’t show you my hometown without pulling out all the stops.” You paused in consideration, “Actually, I don’t think I’ve worn them since my high school homecoming!”

He put on the well-worn, white cowboy hat. “Homecoming?”

You explained it on the way to the bar, and Soobin would not stop laughing about the ridiculousness of it all. Mums? He lost his mind.

~~~

“You look mighty fine in your hat, Soobin.”

One of your friends broke the silence that followed your leave to the bar. Soobin couldn’t help feel out of place in the dimly lit booth, not because he didn’t trust his English abilities but he was trying his best to not be overwhelmed by everything. The horseshoes on the walls, the men shooting black spit from chewing tobacco into empty bottles, the cigarette smoke filling the air. Above all else, the loud country music blaring from every direction and the yelling coming from around the big, robotic bull. He looked up at the brunette who had spoken up and realized he had taken a pause too long. “Thank you, (Y/N) gave it to me.”

“We figured,” her boyfriend laughed and Soobin felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment. Marie and Jack were there names, and you had told him they were your best friends in high school. From what he had observed so far, they were far different than your university friends he had met briefly on facetime, but they seemed friendly still. They just had a different air about them.

“Sorry, I’m not used to going out like this.”

“Oh, that’s right!” Marie’s eyes lit up as she patted Jack on his bicep, “Back in Korea, Soobin is famous!”

He blushed deeper and hoped that the dim lights did him a favor. He laughed inwardly, and he hoped it didn’t make him conceited to know it was a lot more than ‘famous back in Korea’.

“Well, Soobin, here in Green Oak you could consider me famous. Marie, do you remember senior year when we brought our four wheelers? For our senior prank?”

“How could I forget, Jack?” Marie looked at Soobin with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “They drove them through the halls, they barely fit! Dragged in mud and horse shit. Our principal was mad as hell, but we cleaned up! We made the local news.”

His mind raced as he tried to keep up with words he wasn’t too familiar with, but laughed along with Jack. Suddenly he heard your voice, and thanked whatever higher power there was that you came to hopefully steer the conversation back to familiar territory.

You swayed your hips and sang along to the song playing out, being extra careful with your arms full of drinks. “Cold beer on a Friday night, a pair of jeans that fit just right!”

Marie finished the lyric as you served out the drinks. Jack had gotten a beer, so Soobin did as well. How different could beer be here in Texas? Well, quite a bit different he found out, trying not to choke on the Bud Light as it went down. You sent him a knowing look, but he hoped Jack hadn’t seen. “You gonna ride the bull tonight, (Y/N)?”

It was your turn to choke on your drink a little, and Soobin shot you a look of concern. “Marie-”

“You should show Soobin! Just how you did when we would sneak in the bar during high school. I’m sure he’d love to see you ride the bull! Right?”

All eyes on him, but he smirked much to your dismay. “I’d love to see it.”

You gulped down a bit more of your lemon drop moonshine. “Do I have to?”

Just then the tray of shots you ordered were delivered. “It’s fate, (Y/N).” Jack distributed the glasses and smiled, “To old friends and new.”

The liquor burned your throat, but you knew what you had to do. You slipped out of the booth, and the table followed with Marie cheering. As you stood in the the queue to ride the bull, you kept looking at Soobin. Instead of meeting his eyes, you saw him smile and talk with Jack and Marie. It made you incredibly giddy to watch him get along with your friends, but the feeling didn’t stay too long as it was your turn.

The music rang loud in your ears as your legs settled in the saddle. 'Cause just when I thought it couldn't get no hotter, I caught a glimpse of the farmer's daughter. The rocking started, and you braced yourself and rode like you never had before. “Giddy up, girl!” Marie’s shout made you giggle to yourself.

The small crowd cheered and whistled, but it was all white noise to Soobin. He focused on the concentration in your brow, and your pretty pink bottom lip caught in your teeth. It was so odd and weird but yet so cool and sexy-

Did he really just think that?

As the bull got faster you only rocked your body quicker to the beat, and the way your legs held the bull made him gulp.  As the days got shorter our talks got longer, the kisses got sweeter and the feelings got stronger. He could see the confidence building up in your smile as you took one hand to your hat and swung it in circles. The crowd cheered louder, and the bull got faster. So we'd hop in the truck and get all tangled up every chance we got.

After another minute, you lost your balance and fell making the audience holler. However, by the time you made your way back to Soobin and your friends your confidence had only doubled. You grabbed Marie’s hand walking quickly past. Jack smiled and motioned Soobin to follow along. 

You and Marie began to dance right as the song ended, and she sighed dramatically causing you and Jack to laugh.  And just when I think it can't get no hotter I come home to the farmer's daughter, yeah. However, no one would’ve guessed one of your favorite songs growing up would be the next to play, causing you to smile wider than Soobin was sure he’d ever seen before.

You grabbed his hands as the beginning instrumental played and he laughed nervously, to him it was obvious the moonshine began to kick in. “Why are you nervous? You dance for a living!”

“It’s obviously not the same!” He laughed, but you ignored his complaint.

Got a little boom in my big truck, gonna open up the doors and turn it up. Gonna stomp my boots in the Georgia mud. Gonna watch you make me fall in love.

Thankful he was a quick learner, Soobin saw how the guys on the dance floor simply clapped and swayed a little. ‘Boring’, he thought. He did not think it was boring for much longer as he finally understood what he thought you might find the appeal of the song.

Shake it for the young bucks sittin' in the honky-tonks, for the rednecks rockin' 'til the break of dawn. The DJ spinnin' that country song c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

Your hips swayed to the beat and you grabbed his hips gently. Before making a comment about distasteful PDA, he noticed how most pairs on the dance floor looked quite similar. He kept his thought about how you hadn’t even kissed yet to himself.

Aw, country girl, shake it for me Girl, shake it for me Girl, shake it for me

You had turned into a different person, he thought, as you changed directions. Lightly wiggling your ass on his front, all he could do was blush and sway along. He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “I like this side of you.”

You felt your skin tickled where his breath met your neck. “Hm?”

“You’re dancing like no one’s watching, I like seeing you like this.”

After a few more songs your group had a drink or two more before parting ways. In the Uber home you asked Soobin for his thoughts on your friends and the atmosphere of the bar. All he could think to say was ‘different’.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t too good for you, honey.”

He closed your apartment door behind him, smiling “I didn’t say that. It’s just very different.”

“Was it too much?” You plopped down on the couch in your living room. “We could’ve left, Soob.”

“I had fun.” He sat beside you and gave a sincere smile. “I can’t get over something though.”

You feared for the worst. Did he hate Marie? Was Jack too much? Was the robotic bull ride too weird? “What is it?”

“Country music”, he started, his face breaking into a goofy grin, “is weird. Their voices are so dramatic, and, and-”

“Tangy?”

“Huh?” The confusion on his face made you giggle slightly.

“Not all country music is that over the top! There are beautiful country songs!”

“I didn’t say there wasn’t!” He laughed and put up his hands defensively. Without a moment to overthink it you grabbed his hands and pushed him back. His back hit the cushions of your old couch and you looked down at him. As your face drew closer your breath hitched, was this is it? Lips crept towards each other before you felt his breath fan over you. “Show me.”

His voice broke your trance. “What?”

“Show me a beautiful country song, then.”

After a moment of consideration, you crawled off him and connected your phone to a speaker that rested on your coffee table. You held out your hand, and led him to the small space dividing your kitchen and living room. The speaker softly began to play as you rested a hand on each of his shoulders.

Baby, last night was hands down one of the best nights that I've had, no doubt. Between the bottle of wine and the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye. Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain.

His hands found your sides and you rested your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat welcomed your skin and it made you smile, who knew a man this perfect could have his heart race at something as simple as this?

“Who says this is simple?”

You pulled your head back but still kept close and swayed to the beat. “I didn’t realize I said that out loud.”

“Any time I get to spend with you is everything, (Y/N).”

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand baby, I could die a happy man. A happy man, baby.

“I never thought this would happen, Soobin.” You hadn’t noticed your own face moving in close as you spoke. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you again, and not through a phone screen.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough that all I need in this life is your crazy love.

“Why did you wait for me?” You felt emotion rush through your veins as you looked for answers in his dark eyes. “A year without me, and a year living your dreams and becoming an international celebrity. Why me?”

If I never get to see the Northern Lights or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night. Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand baby, I could die a happy man.

“Because you’re you, (Y/N).” He brought one hand up to caress your cheek. “You’re brave and funny and compassionate. You didn't even know who I was, but you approached me, just to be nice.” He laughed quietly, and wiped a runaway tear from your eyes. “I was so nervous when you did too. I thought my mask and hat weren’t enough to not be recognized, and I’d get in trouble. But it was just you, excited to be eating Korean food and enjoying Seoul. Your eyes still sparkle the same way they did then, even all the way over here where you’re from.”

Passion welled up in your voice, and although you tried to keep it down with a gulp, it escaped. “Soobin. I’d wait forever for you, you know?”

“I know.”

Baby, you're my great escape. We could stay at home, listen to the radio, dance around the fireplace.

His lips met yours for the very first time. Your world stopped and your breath got caught in your chest. Kissing back you made note of how he tasted like the cherry liquor from the shots and his lips were just as soft as they always looked. Love was laced into every moment of the embrace, and it tore you to pieces to break away.

I could die, I could die a happy man.

“I love you, (Y/N), you know?”

You beamed up at him, his eyes reflecting all the love and light of the moment. “I know. I love you, too.”

The two of you got ready for bed, and cuddled up to spend your first night together. The conversation was mostly questions about things that confused Soobin throughout the night out. Unable to keep it in, you laughed loudly and dramatically, leaving Soobin to reach for his phone.

“What’s giddy up, girl?”

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Genre: fluff (kinda)

Word count: 2.5 K

Requested: no (to request send me a submission, an ask or a message) REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Synopsis: You meet Corpse for the first time after being invited by Sean to a game of Among us. The two of you make quite a good pair in the game and as soon as you close the game and start messaging Corpse privately you check your twitter.

Warnings: violence in among us

A/n: I really didn't know what to write but this seemed like a lot of fun. It was kind of awkward writing it but I hope you don't notice that when reading. I hope you enjoy!

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You were leaning back in your desk chair, you had just finished editing a video to go up on YouTube when you were disturbed by a ping on your phone.

"Are you up for a game of Among us?" Sean was the culprit of your distraction during your well earned break. Not that you minded, the Irish man a great friend of you and a seemingly infinite source of entertainment.

"Idk, are there others I know there as well?" You asked, unsure of wanting to go through the draining process of meeting a bunch of new people and having to worry about first impressions and such.

"A couple. Toast, Sykunno and Felix. Does that sound good?" He responded, you thought for a second, it had been awhile since you streamed and it could definitely be fun.

"I'll be there in 10. Keep the spot open." You messaged back as you closed your phone, and started to set up everything you needed to start the stream.

In the meantime Sean informed the group they could play a quick game with nine people before their fill would arrive.

You kept the intro to your stream quick, posting a quick post on instagram to inform people you were going live.

When you joined the call they seemed to have just finished the game, "Lud, I can't believe you vented in front of me!" You could instantly hear the different voices of your friends fill your ears as they bickered over their last game.

Your little avatar joined the spaceship as the group quieted down. You greeted them cheerfully, "Hi guys!"

Sykunno was the first to greet you as well, he perked up at the sound of your voice, "oh hi Y/n!" You chuckled, "it's been awhile Sykunno."

"Don't steal my simp away like that Y/n." You laughed at Toast's hurtful voice as Sykunno hurried back to denying it. Being more than well aware of the joke it had become it was always fun to tease them about it.

"Sykunno won't know who to simp for now." Felix chuckled as everyone laughed, you were glad to have joined the game, it was already promising to be a fun set of games today.

When you glanced at your chat you could see an arrange of comments flash over the screen, some greeting you, others joking about the comic situation from before yet most kept saying 'wait for it'.

"Hey guys why is my chat being spammed with 'wait for it'? What are you planning behind my back." You were skeptical of the group, knowing full well what they had planned for new comers when they joined in the past. You wanted them to know you wouldn't fall for it but instead of anything you just received laughs in response.

You were confused as ever when Felix spoke up as first, "you don't think they're talking about Corpse, do you?"

This just made you more confused, "Corpse?"

"Wait don't tell me you've never played with Corpse before?" Jack nearly yelled out, and it reminded you why you standardly had him turned down in volume in discord. "Why haven't I forced you to play with him before?!" He continued as the look of confusion only grew on your face. Your chat was going insane as you looked on another screen where discord was displayed, indeed seeing that one of the names in the call was this so called 'Corpse'.

"So uhm, who is Corpse?" You asked somewhat awkwardly, and a deep voice greeted you back.

You were taken by surprise to say the least, Felix comically counting to three before your own voice seemed to return, "assuming that was real, that's one heck of a voice you got there dude." A smile on your face as you continued to look at the screen.

"Yea.. uh thanks?" You could hear the awkwardness in his voice, "I'm sorry, you must get that a lot." You apologized while chuckling as he agreed, "yea, you could say that."

With that settled the game of Among us started. You walked out of cafeteria, followed by Corpse and Sykunno as you did the med scan, Sykunno checking if it was real and doing his own scan after.

Corpse followed the two of you around to cameras where he vented when both you and Sykunno were watching the cameras. His kill in electrical was fast and flawless as he vented back, just in time to see you walk down from the cameras.

You had seen him, he knew that. Yet you didn't run to the button. A devilish smile on your face as you spoke to your chat, "now I'm interested in how his going to play this." Sykunno left cams, and the three of you split from each other to do tasks.

You met up with Corpse once more in admin, as you were scanning your card. The lights went out as you stood at the admin table beside him, who was still faking the task, although it didn't do anything to convince you after what you had seen earlier.

Although you had expected him to kill you right then and there, he didn't. He stayed beside you until the body was reported.

Three people had died so far.

Corpse stayed silent, only speaking when a question was asked. "I was the entire time beside Y/n, they can vouch for me."

You raised your eyebrows as you listened along. He was testing his boundaries. He was testing you.

"He was with me the entire time yes, so that should clear me." You spoke, muting yourself for a second as you talked to your chat, "I'll keep that information for later, he can't kill me now, cause I'm clearing him."

"It doesn't clear you, three people died." Rae spoke up for the first time that meeting, but Corpse was quick to defend you, "If we would've been imposters we would've just double killed twice."

You mouth opened although no words came out. Sykunno backed you up, saying that he cleared you with the med bay scan so both you and Corpse were safe.

"This is actually hilarious." You said as you laughed loudly when the meeting ended. In the end they had skipped because you were still with seven left.

As you walked around the map Corpse trailed you like a puppy, only disappearing once. When you found a body in comms later while walking by you reported it, "it's in comms."

Five people were left. They were one person away from winning.

It wasn't needed for you to reveal your information quite yet, Toast had big brained and figured out that Rae was one of the imposters. Seeing as his evidence seemed accurate enough you voted, and the game didn't end when she was thrown into the vast emptiness of space.

During the next round Corpse disappeared from your side once more, and you left your position. Instead of waiting for him you stood at the button and waited for a few seconds to be sure Corpse had killed before pressing the emergency button.

"Good button." Corpse started and Sykunno agreed. Three people were left.

You smiled as you shifted position, leaning your head on your hand as you watched the screen. "So this button has a reason. We need to vote."

Again both males agreed. "Sykunno remember how you cleared me at med bay the first round?"

"Yes.."

"So then it's Sykunno." Corpse concluded and your confusion was obvious on your camera as you were trying to understand what Corpse was doing.

"Well you didn't check me, so it can definitely be me." Sykunno agreed thoughtfully, and you shifted in your chair, smacking your hands on your desk "Wait what? Sykunno I know it's not you!"

"You were with Corpse the entire game though, and you never cleared me!" He argued back and you failed to see the logic in his words.

"Sykunno I literally saw Corpse vent!" You yelled out, locking your vote into corpse.

This new information seemed to take Sykunno by surprise as well, "wait what? You actually saw him vent? When?"

"First round at cams. I got off earlier than you and Corpse hopped out of the vent after killing someone in electrical, after all that's where the body was found. So after that he followed me around each round." You explained as Sykunno locked in his vote as well.

Corpse didn't say anything before locking in his own vote.

He got thrown out with three votes that round.

You were practically yelled at by both Felix and Jack after not having avenged them by outing Corpse that first round.

It was the second round when the fun really started to happen. Both you and Corpse managed to land imposter this time. You were glad you were muted when you saw the screen with the red letters painted above it, the loud laughing that escaped your throat would've been a dead give away.

You managed to kill two people during that round, both when lights were off. When you shot Sykunno in his head you whispered a silent apology as you self reported his body.

"Okay so who killed my simp?" You spoke as soon as you unmuted yourself in the meeting. Immediately Corpse and Sean went wild, "who killed my best bud?!" Sean immediately followed.

"I swear whoever killed Sykunno won't get away with this." Corpse followed up. Surprisingly enough this pulled any suspicion off the three of you. No one wanted to believe any of you three would actually murder Sykunno.

They shot out Rae for whatever reason that round, although you barely noticed in your laughing fit. You didn't stop laughing after Toast had quite literally said "Y/n, Sean and Corpse have to be clear, otherwise I would've heard Sykunno cry from his room because of the betrayal."

"I'm gonna stalk Y/n. Ain't no way both my best friends are getting murdered." The words that left Sean's mouth in the last seconds of the meeting made you stop laughing.

You followed Sean around, talking to your chat in the meantime, "okay so I'm switching tactics. I'm gonna marinate Sean now."

When the next body was reported you indeed had not left Sean's side. It made the group believe that one of the killers had indeed been thrown out and it also cleared your name.

Now both you and Corpse were cleared, as he had marinated someone the first round and now you also had someone to vouch for you.

"So we got one out just now, otherwise we there probably would've been more people dead." Toast started the meeting when Felix's body was found.

"Or one of the imposters is sitting it out." Hafu continued and immediately they started to debate. With six people left you were ready for a double kill to win.

"I can only vouch for Corpse for round one." Poki spoke up, immediately drawing sus to corpse. There wasn't anything you could do against it so you let it happen, and in the end he got voted out.

His ghost followed you as you walked around. You decided to speedrun the remaining round. You killed Poki first in med bay and vented into security as you walked towards electrical.

If you played this well enough you could put Sean in a 50/50.

Next on your list was either Toast or Hafu. You sliced Toast's neck in comms and when you went to check admin table you could see both Hafu and Sean together in navigation.

You waited for a bit longer before taking the long way through cafeteria, and when you arrived your kill cool down was ready.

You sliced through Hafu's avatar as the screen faded to black and displayed your victory.

The rounds that followed that one were on your end spent as cremated, although they were still a lot of fun. You stayed with Corpse for a large part of it, vouching for each other when you could. More than once that resulted in the both of you being thrown out.

When Corpse left the group you saw that it had been a couple of hours. It was starting to get late for you as well so you too decided to end there. You closed your stream with some last words and got up from your set up as you stretched.

You grabbed your phone as you opened discord, sending a quick message to Corpse, "it was great meeting you! You're one hell of an imposter by the way." You fell backwards on your bed.

Within a minute you got a reply, "likewise, we made a great team." You chuckled aloud. This wasn't what you had planned for the day but it was a lot of fun. You were glad you had joined the game.

"Will you be joining future games as well?" You messaged back, hoping for a positive answer.

"I hope so, it isn't up to me though." You couldn't see Corpses smile through the screen, neither could he see your broad smile as you typed a reply.

"Got it. Rest assured knowing I'll message you as soon as I get the opportunity for anyone to join! No matter what, I hope to see you more often in the lobby." You clicked send as you dropped your phone on the bed. You laughed as you pressed your face in one of your pillows, you could barely believe you just send that.

"Same." The beep from your phone had you grab it as you read his reply, the smile on your face growing brighter.

When you closed discord you could see the massive amount of notifications on twitter. You opened the app, seeing your account swamped with tweets over your stream and the hashtag '#CorpseandY/n' trending.

The tweets ranged from clips from your stream mashed with clips from Corpses stream, to just messages and drawings of scenes of the stream. You recognized your little avatar turning around when corpse vented right in front of you while Corpses avatar was littered with blood splatters in one of the mini comics.

You returned to your chat with him on discord, "have you checked twitter since the start of among us?"

"No, I've gotten a lot of notifications though."

"I recommend you check it." You laughed as Corpse went offline. A couple of minutes later he returned, "we're trending."

"Yup, we are."

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Deviltown

An Obey Me! Fanfic with an @snowandseven OC and paired with Lucifer. Inspired by Beauty and the Beast’s scenes. You’ve been notified.

It was a typical Saturday in Devildom. The eternal night sky is slightly brighter during the day, the blood bats were 'cutely' screeching and Cerebus was very excited for walkies since he's been busy paroling the House of Lamentation's underground tomb. Accompanied with Beelzebub, whom he can handle Cerebus next to Lucifer, was the exchange student from the human realm, Valentine.

Deviltown, it's a quiet village - Every day, like the one before

They've stopped at the entrance of the Deviltown, which was the opposite side of Devildom's big city, was what you might called an old fashioned town. The buildings was like old peasant-like housing, brick walls, fairytale look a like, almost slightly before the Victorian style era began. Granted, there were some updated mechanics and technologies, but most were kept old fashioned charm. Valentine fell in love with this place due to being an 'old soul.' -no pun intended-  Whether he had an agenda or not, he'd come here for anything and re-enacted his fantasies of his 'Snow White' image. Valentine hopped down from Cerebus with his DeVil school bag, only exclusive for RAD students and specifically made for Valentine by Diavolo's request. Meaning Valentine's school bag was suitcase-like but turquoise coloured themed.

Deviltown, full of mythical people -

“Are you sure you can manage the tasks by yourself? You have quite a lot to cover and carry.” Beel said to him. Valentine smile and said with assurance. “I am fine and confident to carry the order. It is my duty and also part of an apology of a sort. I must at least show how appreciated you and your brothers that you've forgave, accepted as family and taught me what feeling are after what happened, my 'rebirth,' when my 'secret' revealed and my true motives are. I am determined to start over and gain your trust not as pawns or tools anymore, but as a family.” “Even though we're literally demons?” Beel asked. Val chuckled. “Of course! You've forgotten I was one too on the inside. I can still change, despite my actual age. Now, I must be going. I'll summon if I do indeed need of help. I shall make my best meals from the freshest- er... maybe I'll say it once I've made it. It will make you think of hunger more than it is already.” Thus Beel's stomach started to growl. “I think there's still something left from the fridge back home. I promise to make a feast fit for a king tonight if you can manage long enough!” Valentine thought of a quick strategy. If he can get Beelzebub to get away from the fresh market, he won't cause a scene to devour the entire produce sections. “... Alright. But will there be-”

“Sour raspberry pie? Yes and I can also make other goodies once I finished and- oh! He left already.” Beel had already left with Cerebus. Guess that a yes.

Valentine then started quest to search for his ingredients.

Waking up to say:

He was greeted by the town demon-folks. It was like any other trip, smile and be polite, but this time, he wanted to start practicing being a real, genuine person and not a mechanical doll. He learns a good handful to start on something easy like saying:

[DEMON FOLKS] : Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!

He greeted them back. He realized that he felt a little heart warming that wasn't there before. It's not much, but it was new to him. It was nice!

There goes the baker with his tray, like always - The same old bread and rolls to sell

The first thing he needed was fresh bread rolls and more bread for breakfast tomorrow. The owner of the bakery was a kind ogre. He too has a family and his shop was operated like one. Maybe he can try learning a bit from them if he have that chance, like now.

Every morning just the same - Since the morning that we came - To this poor provincial town

Valentine decided to learn how he interacted with his loving wife and maybe he can do the same when the time will come when he can make a pact with Lucifer. After all, he wanted to be more genuine when he says he does love him. "Good Morning, Valentine! Grocery shoppin' again for the lords?" The ogre baker asked Valentine. “Indeed, but I've decided to make tonight's meal a special treat. I would need...”

Valentine carefully chose the baked goods and he place them in his RAD suitcase. “Our generous lord Diavolo had blessed me with this lovely suitcase and even more is that one of my pact mate, Satan, had placed a special spell on it so that I can carry more than it looks.” The baker was impressed. “I'm impressed! I must say that if that involved magic as powerful as his, you're quite a human! Not many can make pacts from them, let alone being alive for so long.” Valentine felt a bit proud. For someone who's emotions are almost non-existence, the 'feelings' are new to him. Thus, he done his best by learning more and understand what the were. “Thank you for the compliment.” That was the supposed reply, he guessed. Before he asked the baker about his relationship advice, he started shouting in the kitchen, presumably the wife, something about the baguettes. Valentine knows that it's just the language barrier and it wasn't too difficult making out what they were REALLY saying, but it sounded like they were arguing. (But not really!) 'This must be one of those lover's quarrels situation that I've heard about.' He thought. Maybe some other time and leaves for the next item quest. [DEMON FOLKS]: Look there he goes, that boy is strange, no question.

Valentine continue to search for his ingredients. He was in luck for this time of year in Devildom, because it's their harvest season and there are so many delicacies and special imports from the human and celestial realm. Thanks to his brilliant, quick learning mind and his very good memory, he knew exactly what to look for AND finds items his pact mates been trying getting their hands on. Normally, his 'old' self would think this is for keeping them happy just to be pawns, but from now on, he must try to be like a family member.

Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?

He found a good amount of meats such as the FirePhoenix meat, MadCow hamburgs and steaks, FilthyPig pork chops and his Lucifer's favorite, the HellFurry Peacock's pack fit for a celebration dinner. (Or in this case, a 'modest' feast made for a future Demon king's coronation.) He got a fair amount in wrapped plastic. Cause it's for sanitary reasons, even in literal hell.

Never part of any crowd - 'Cause his head's up on some cloud

He then moved on to the next selling stand where they sell a fair amount of human and Celestial goods. The first ones that he immediately noticed was ramen noodles. Mammon and Leviathan’s favorite for on the go or gaming. He remembers the first time he saw this in his last cycle of 'rebirth.' It was in his human realm and he was catching up to the latest youth trends and he was offered a cup. 'You can now just add boiling water and it's done? What kind of magic is this? Is there really no time nowadays to even prep the meals?' Was his first reaction and to him, it's a descent food but not as good as home cook ones he's best at. Would you like to know how mind blown when one time he made a thanksgiving feasts one time to his previous roommates and they were in disbelief when he said it's just a 'normal' dinner?

The other story about it was when he eats it again, this time with 'THE' Mammon, he was taken aback when he devoured it like a beast with no manner. Maybe due to the fact that they were in Mammon's room and not at the dinner table that he think good manners doesn't apply. Valentine did his best, at the time, to show he's 'relate-able' by sipping the broth from his cup. Mammon noticed him and it started off their friendship on good terms. Looking back, deep down Mammon's a good guy and well, he IS his first pact in order for him to gain power... He must at least show him that he's sorry for using him as a tool. Maybe later he can help him with clearing his debt a little or get him off the hook from Lucifer... just once if it's minor.

He got the human world of chicken and beef flavored ramens for Mammon and the Shrimp flavored ones for Leviathan.

No denying he's a funny boy, that Val.

He then stopped to see the imported figurines called 'anime' as they called it. Val was thinking 'first it's animation, then cartoons and now anime?' He thought of Leviathan, his second pact. At first he thought that he was just a shut-in otaku, but as time goes on, he felt he can relate to him. He was scared of people hurting him. He can't understand what 'normal' humans do or 'normies' does. He is passionate on things he's very interested in like TSL and Rurui-chan. He did helped him out sometimes when fixing his uniform one time due to his cosplays and sewing.

He saw some limited key sets of the latest Rurui-can collectables and decided to buy the one that had his color themed and his. 'Maybe he'll like me more if I show this as 'friendship phone straps' and make most out of that gaming app Majolish.'

Bonjour! - Good day! - How is your family?

He searched all over the fresh produce market for vegetables, fruits and exotic herbs. He was thankful that Beelzebub was NOT with him at the moment and his charm spell has cast him away. Otherwise, there will be a concerning letter along another separate big grocery bill and that would make his Lucifer stressed.

He was his third and quite a formidable power house. Finding out his weakness was not so hard and his raw strength does come in handy at times like lifting the couch with one hand while eating a cucumber sandwich in the other.

But what he admire and now values in Beel the most was his kindness. Sure, he does act dangerously ferocious when he was denied food one too many times, but for his family especially for his twin, he would do anything for them. Valentine can learn a thing or two from him.

He already knew Sour Raspberry pies will be another easy favorites, so he made sure that he bought plenty for pies and at least one of them for the others.

Now as for the other twin and the seventh born, Belphegor, he was the one who revealed his 'rebirth' ability to others when he was killed again. To his surprise, he came back to life in hours rather in years unlike the human realm. Must be the realm's magic or something cause he's certainly sure it ain't from his heritage. Belphie was the one who made him confess everything, his true plans, his back story and his reason why he needed power. He thought that at the moment he was going to be kicked out and send back. But instead, they forgave him, said that they were literal demons to each other and that they wanted to start over again with him but be more honest and true.

Belphegor was probably the one who he can be more open and honest with himself when talking afterwards. Asides back rubs and talking about the stars, he does seems like a likeable character and he does care. Like himself, he tries to make amends for his big brothers from his mistakes.  

He saw some silky fabrics with night star patterns that reminded him of his favorite sleeping spot, the Planetarium. Maybe he can get some to make a pillow cover for him whenever he changes and washes out the laundry for bed sheets.

Bonjour! - Good day! - How is your wife?

He then came across the beauty sections where perfumes, jewelries, clothing, you name it is here. Too bad Asmodeous is being help up for catching up his neglected homework. He heard him dramatically sobbing from the other room of how 'cruel' it was for him being held up especially for today when fall fashion had just arrived today and that he'd always be the first in line.

I need six rotten eggs! - That's too expensive!

Asmodeous was the fourth he made pact with and to be fair, it was like they're staring at their own reflections of outer beauty wise. Both of them are beautiful in their characteristic ways such as Asmo is more self-care conscious while Val is more natural. They both shared much in common such as fashion statements, jewelries, skin care, Lucifer, ect...

While Asmo is narcissistic most of the time, he does think about others and wanted to help them as much as he can. One time he cut his finger and when Asmo saw it, he immediately took out the first aid kit.

Valentine decided to at least buy a beautiful beige scarf and a new hand lotion from the human world that's one of his favorite beauty lines.

There must be more than this provincial life!

He then hopped back on a black hellhorse royal carriages that was still new from the handle like it was a free ride during it's time. He was almost done with the shopping and he got most of the brother's favorites. He was in a trance of understanding what emotions are. He already knew what fear is, more than he can remembered. He knew, in others, how they acted with their emotions and their reactions. But he still haven't felt emotions himself until he discovered them during these months whenever he interacted and developed his relations with the brothers. Happiness, sadness, anger, laughter, embarrassment, envy, and others he had seen or heard before. It felt so new to him when he realized that for the first time in what seems forever, he laughed when there was that pillow fights saga and just last night when he had to confess about everything, he cried.

But most importantly, he started to develop something he can't quite describe yet...   He decided to think about it later and hops off the carriage when they've passed at the bookstore where Satan gets his favorites and hard to get books. It's probably the only and closest bookstore in Devildom to get his books. [DEMON FOLKS] Look there he goes, that boy is so peculiar - I wonder if he's feeling well

What he finds attractive in Satan was his vastly knowledge on so many subjects. Like he, Valentine's no slouch when he shows his knowledge. (He lived for almost two centuries.) They can talked for hours on so many topics and they're quite close apart when it comes to the subject of Lucifer. He knows that Satan's power alone is powerful enough to make anyone quiver in fear, but he was also created from Lucifer's anger before he was casted out from heaven. Not to mention Lucifer was a former arc angel and to be honest: He's got that temper that needs to be kept in check unlike Lucifer.

None the less, he is still a valuable person that he was glad to make a pact after that trip to London for the swap curse saga. He picked up Satan's weekly orders and also he picked up a fairytale book for another report. 'Beauty and the Beast.' He read this story a few times before, remembered how both the girl and the Beast learned to love each other. Maybe he can learn too if he tried harder? He also picked up 'The little mermaid' too. For 'human lessons' reasons.

With a dreamy, far-off look and his nose stuck in a book - What a puzzle to the rest of us is Valentine

When he got out of the store, he saw a Hellish black horse that had blue flames as his mane and tail. The creature, like every others, felt a slight charm from Valentine. He took this opportunity to practice a bit of what it called 'kindness' by taking out his 'Beauty and the Beast' book and shows it to the beautifully yet terrifying creature. He then sings gently a bit to help it calm down. [VALENTINE]: Oh, isn't this amazing? It's my favorite part because you'll see - Here's where we meet Prince Charming but we won't discover that it's him till chapter three!

The Hellish black horse then rubs his cheeks with Valentine's as affection. "You're very welcome!" He then realized that he was then surrounded by a few other small street creatures and they were eyeing on him. If he doesn't ditch them soon, he'll get more than just a 'warning' from Lucifer when he sung while cleaning near open windows and not realizing there were Hellbats and Hellbirds flew in. (Though he admitted he finds his frowning face attractive when scolded.) So he the skedaddle over to the next stop. [GARGOYLE WOMAN]: Now it's no wonder that Asmodeous is worried, His looks have got no parallel.

He blushed at this felling what he recalled embarrassment. He halted when he arrived at one of his favorite clothing shop in Devildom. It's the only one that has those old vintage tuxedos and vests made for dukes and 18th centuries royalties. 'I guess I can look for a little bit before I return home.' He thought of himself.

[BUG CREATURE SHOPKEEPER]: But behind that fair façade, I'm afraid he's rather odd - Very diff'rent from the rest of us.

If you think Valentine's had a minor spell from his 'charms' for the demon lords alone, you might be mistaken when there's other powerful demons who wants to make a pact with him and we're not talking about Diavolo or Barbatos here.

[DEMON FOLKS]: He's nothing like the rest of us. Yes, diff'rent from the rest of us is Val!

In the Blood square of the town, there are two powerful demons in their own rights. They were from a neighboring kingdom, who's under the demon king's control, are there for their day off. One of them had a particular goal of meeting Valentine.

There was one demon who's name is Giovanni The Hellian. He's a high ranking demon for his strength, his manly appearance, his legendary rivalry against Beelzebub's sports team, but most importantly, he is very prideful. (In other words, he's the Devildom's version of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.) He had red hair fairly long like Asmo's but slid back, his attire is something similar to a high school student for today. He threw a fireball towards a black horned goose that flew over them. It hit the poor creature and it hit the ground dead. “Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Giovanni! You're one the greatest hunter in the whole Devildom! I bet you'll be summoned by prince Diavolo one of these days for one of his hunting trips.” The other one was a fairly strong demon named Kiru, he was a male Incubus with some envy. He's got that bowl cut, brown hair and he wore the same team jacket as his friend does. He is most likely the support type. “ I know. I will get what I always want.” Giovanni boasted. “No beast alive stands a chance against you, ha ha! and no Incubus girl, for that matter.” Kiru replies as he took the goose in his bag for supper later. “It's true, Kiru, but I've got my sight set on that one in particular!” He pointed out at Valentine who he just exited the shop. “You mean the exchange human student by Diavolo himself?” Kiru questioned his friend's taste. “He's the one, the lucky boy I'm going to make a Formal pact with!” Giovanni boasted with pride. “But he's-” “The most beautiful boy in centuries I've lived through!” Giovanni cuts him. Kiru tried to tell him about Val, but Gio wasn't listening. “I know, but-” “That makes him the best. And don't I deserve the best?” Gio picks him up from his jacket's collar and look dead in the eye. Kiru fussed with it. “But of course! I mean, you do! But I-” He then drops him. [GIOVANNI]: “Right from the moment when I met him, saw him - I said he's gorgeous and I fell. Here in town there's only he - Who is beautiful as me. So I'm making plans to woo and pact with Val.”

Giovanni wanted Valentine more than just a simple pact, he wanted him to make an OFFICIAL demonic pact. The only difference is that a regular pact can easily be removed once a deal is set or done. An Demonic pact is more like a marriage bond. It's more 'official' and gives more power for the demon.

Giovanni only saw him three times at events prior to today. The first was at a Devil-ball game, where his team was up against Beelzebub's. Valentine was in the crowd along with the other seven demon lords. His feminine-like beauty had captured his attention. The second was on another sparring competitions where high ranking demons, including the seven lords themselves, practices and compete for top spots. The third one was at Diavolo's party where Valentine had changed his appearance to fit in with other demons. He almost ask him for a dance until Lucifer took him away from him. Gio wouldn't let that glare from Lucifer that night to keep him away from Valentine. He 'marched' straight to Valentine who's just strolling into the further end of the town, presumably to return to the House of Lamentation. Whenever Giovanni wanted something, he takes it. No compromise. [FEMALE CHEERLEADING INCUBUSES] Look there he goes. Isn't he dreamy? Monsieur Giovanni, Oh! he's so cute! Be still my heart. I'm hardly breathing! He's such a tall, red, strong and handsome brute! [Witch Woman:] Bonjour! [Giovanni:] Pardon [Beauty incubus:] Good day! [Clown Woman 2:] Mais oui! [Undead Woman:] You call this bacon? [Werewolf Woman:] What lovely grapes! [Vampire Man:] Some cheese? [Ghost Woman:] Ten yards! [Cat Man:] One pound.

Unfortunately, the busy hour of the demon folks in the town residence had commence their daily routines. They unknowingly prevented him to reach Valentine who he was walking away from them.

[Giovanni:] Excuse me! Please let me through! [Vampire Cheese merchant:] I'll get the knife [Undead Woman:] This bread - [Werewolf Woman:] Those fish - [Witch Woman:] It's stale! [Clown Woman:] They smell! [Ogre Men:] Madame's mistaken. [Ogre Women:] Well, maybe so. [Demon folks:] Good morning! Oh, good morning!

Back on Valentine, he looked around to see several interactions between the demon town folks. Some were happy, upset, angry and more. He knew beforehand what they were, but he still haven't learn how and why. Which was new and exiting to him. [VALENTINE]: There must be more than my provincial life!

Eventually, Giovanni had catch up to him.

[GIOVANNI]: Just watch, I'm going to make Valentine a pact!

Gio had placed a hand on Valentine's shoulder and the human looked back at the demon. Val recognized the face before but he was clueless on who he was. “My name is Giovanni The Hellian. You might have heard of me before, haven't you? Ha! Well, as usual, I'm full of surprises for anyone.” Poor Val was like 'Have we really met before?'

[DEMON TOWNSFOLK]: Look there he goes! The boy is strange but special. A most peculiar gentlemen! It's a pity and a sin - he doesn't quite fit in.

Giovanni continues to 'flirt' by bragging himself even more, unknowingly that Valentine's still doesn't know him asides his name. “You know, my little Valentine, there's not a demon in all of the Devildom's united kingdoms who wouldn't LOVE to be in your shoes. This is the day-” Gio had noticed he looked at the widow reflection of himself and just wiped something on one of his sharp teeth with  his triangular tong. “Ah, ahem! THIS is the day where all of your hearts desires comes true.” Valentine might not be a social butterfly, but he knows how narcissistic characters can be. (He ought to know, he was born from one.) “What do you know about my desires? Do you know me well enough about my life before I live here?” Does this demon knew about his mother who she's rumored to be a very legendary, powerful witch? Who she's so powerful that almost every demon shuttered at her very name? Whom she had an obsession of dominance and control over him and tries to break him?

“I know plenty! Picture this!” Giovanni then traps Valentine between himself and the wall. “Once I've risen up and be acknowledged by future Demon King Diavolo, we will live in a modern luxury apartment with all the latest gadgets and clothing. My latest kills roasting in a white, electronic, up to date kitchen that does all the cooking and my beautiful little human, massaging my horns and wings. We'll also have beautiful incubuses to satisfy our needs, so I don't mind if you wanted some fun on the side. I'll make sure we'll have big beds to fit all of us.”

“For you and them?” Valentine 'innocently' asked. Does he think he KNOWS Valentine that well?! “Ha! Not just them but also you! Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be the only one sleeping in my arms.” Valentine then slides underneath his barring arms. “Thank you for the invite, but your picture and mine are very different paintings.” Giovanni doesn't let him go. He grabbed Valentine's wrist with a bit of force. “Make a formal pact with me, Valentine. Only you can help me.” Val tried to pull away from him. “I'm sorry but no, I want to be with the one I love, not just for status or image alone.”

Giovanni laughed “Love? Ha! Don't be ridiculous! I like my human more obedient, not-” His eyes widen as to someone who was standing behind Valentine. He recognized this menacing aura. “Didn't you heard what our human said? He's not interested making a pact with you.” He then saw red gloves freeing his wrist and he held it up while the other one covered his left torso. “Lucifer...” Valentine whispered with a blush when he looked up to him. “I suggest you leave him be if you want to keep your current status and have a chance to be promoted by Lord Diavolo himself.” Giovanni tsked and then leaves them, cussing mumbling 'freaks.'

“Are you alright? Have he done anything else to harm you?” Lucifer's attention is now on Valentine. “Yes, I'm fine. He really was a brainless boar.” Val responded. He then felt a hand brushed through his long hair and then lips on his fore head. His cheeks heated up. Lucifer chuckled. “My words exactly.” Valentine then looked down. “I... I know that I've wronged you and your brothers with pacts that I made prior to last night's confession. I really mean it when I said that I will change and... I DO want to be with someone I love. I can't stand being with someone who's just wants me as a possession and not as an only partner for life!” That makes Lucifer smiled. “Then you'll only need to prove it yourself if you ever want it really bad. If you can manage to make amends with my brothers, I will forgive you and maybe, we can make a pact. But my standards are normally high, are you sure you want that?” Valentine looked up straight in Lucifer's red eyes and nodded. “Good. Now, how about we both take quality time at the nearest cafe? I want to know a bit more about your... 'early' life in details. The others can wait for a bit.” Valentine then accepted Lucifer's invitation without hesitation. Lucifer chuckled as both of his left wings covered Valentine and pulls him closer to him. “That's what I like to hear. Now, stay close to me. I don't want you to be with another demon apart from me and my brothers, is that understood?”

[DEMON TOWNSFOLK]:'Cause he really is a funny boy. A beauty but a funny boy. He really is a funny boy. That Val! (Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!)

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Yeah, this is a different Gaming AU that I’ve played on my phone and I really liked @snowandseven‘s OC and story arcs.

Obey Me! Game belongs to Solomare. OC belongs to @snowandseven

#obey me #obey me lucifer #asmodeus #levitan #mammon #lucifer #beezlebub #belpheghor #satan #MC #OC #snowandseven #fanfic

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Not Afraid of the Dark - Part 16 Seo Changbin Gang AU

Description: you’re a college student, so is he. Big difference? He’s a gang member.

Warnings: Angst, chapter is a lil short but I’m starting the next one

Bags seemed to be a new trend for you, because that’s all that seemed to be on your face for the last two weeks. You tried calling and texting Changbin, just to find out he had blocked your number, and none of the other members seemed to answer you either. You dragged yourself out of your bed after laying in it all night, awake and crying.. You haven’t felt this bad in ages, and it was taking a toll on you. You looked in the mirror and cringed when you saw your dark circles and puffy eyes. You hopped in the shower and scrubbed your face and body roughly, still managing to have his smell on you. You got your uniform on for work and headed out the door. You had found the extra key you had given to Changbin in your room, indicating he had been there (or one of the members) and left it there. You threw it in your mailbox and left for work.

Naoki hadn’t bothered to show up at the cafe or your job, much to your happiness. You’d probably sock him if he did. Not only did he ruin your relationship, he destroyed the bracelet that meant the world to you. It felt like that little piece of metal held your whole world in it, and it shattered.

You handed Mr. Lim and his wife their food and drinks and they both gave you a concerned look.

“Are you okay honey? You haven’t looked well the past few times we’ve been here.” Mrs. Lim asked, looking at you with a sad expression.

“Yes, I’m okay Mrs Lim, thank you for asking.” You said, faking a smile.

“Are you sure honey? You’ve been working a lot too, you need some rest.” She said.

“I’ll make sure to get some rest soon Mrs. Lim, thank you for caring.” You said politely.

She wasn’t wrong. You’ve worked almost every day, just to distract yourself. The money was flowing and you weren’t thinking about him and the members as much, so that was a plus. But exhaustion was starting to get the best of you.

“Hey Y/N, can I speak with you real quick?” Your boss asked.

“Of course.” You said, following her into the back room.

“Is everything okay? You lost weight and your eyes look terrible.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said, smiling.

“I know that’s a fake smile Y/N. Now, I want you to take the next few days off.” She said firmly.

“But-”

“No buts Y/N. You need to take care of yourself.” She said.

“Okay.” You sighed.

After your shift you walked back home, feeling the cool air on your skin. It was a nice that night, a cool breeze blowing through your hair. You sat down along the river, closing your eyes as you felt the breeze softly kiss your skin. You took a deep breath and got up, heading home.

When you approached your house, you felt an uneasy feeling as you were about to grab the doorknob. You mustered up your courage and slightly turned the doorknob, realizing it was unlocked. You had locked it before you left. 

You slowly crept in and grabbed the metal baseball bat (courtesy of Chan) and slowly peeked around your small apartment/dorm. You saw a figure standing by your bed and you slowly crept forward. Just when they were about to turn, you swung the back and hit them hard in the shoulder.

He grunted as you raised it again and hit him again.

“Ow!” He yelled.

You raised the bat again when he raised his hands and removed his face mask.

“Wait Wait! Y/N! It’s Y/N right?!” He yelled, shielding himself with his arms.

“Who are you?” You asked.

“Eric! My names Eric!” He said.

“Eric? What do you want? What are you doing here?” You asked, not knowing who he was.

“Checking on you. I’m a friend of Stray Kids. I noticed no ones come to check on these cameras so I came myself.” He said.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I saw two Busan Boys here earlier when I drove by. I’m friends with Felix and I remember them checking here a lot, so I had to make sure you were okay.” He said.

“Oh... Okay. I’m so sorry!” You said, helping him up.

“It’s okay! But man... You’re TOUGH!” He laughed.

You checked his shoulder (Which had a gnarly bruise) and gave him some painkillers.

“Why haven’t they been around?” He asked suddenly.

Your skin went pale when you remembered the anger, almost hate in Changbin’s eyes as he yelled at you that night. The same sinking feeling in your chest and stomach when you thought about it.

“N-Never mind.” He said, seeing the look in your eyes.

You nodded and sat next to him on your couch.

“I was dating Changbin. A friend of mine- well-former friend of mine- kissed me and now I’m being made out as a whore.” You said.

“Jeez. And he didn’t even hear you out?” He asked.

You shook your head and he sighed.

“I’m sorry. I hope he comes to his senses soon.” He said.

You waved Eric goodbye and laid down in bed after he made you hide your spare key (How he had gotten in). You checked your phone and saw a text from Lucy.

Lucy: Hey babes! I know you haven’t been doing well and I’m sorry that I’ve been away, but come over tomorrow night for the party! It’ll take your mind off of everything!

You thought about it for a moment. You haven’t seen Lucy since the party, as she’s been away. But she’s been there for you the whole break up, defending you and making sure you’re alright.

You: Okay girl! I’m in!

You decided to get some actual sleep and rolled over, pulling the blankets up to your face. A tear slipped out as his scent was still on your blanket, and you drifted off in an uneasy sleep.

Thorns dug into your thighs as you felt yourself being dragged. You dug your fingers into the ground hard, your nails breaking. Voices were everywhere, all around you, screaming your name. Screaming for help, screaming that you fucked up, just screaming at you. You finally felt yourself drop as a million hands grabbed at you. You saw him. The black winged angel had his back to you, not turning.

“Help me!” You cried for him.

He seemed to be slowly fading away from you as you were engulfed in arms and hands.

You sat up fast, gasping and clutching your chest. Your beating heart was pounding against your chest as you held onto it tightly. After calming down, you decided to shower and make yourself look good that night. You packed on more make up than usual, hiding the bags under your eyes and doing your eye shadow and winging your eyeliner. You did your hair nicely and got changed into tight black jeans, an off the shoulder shirt, and topping it off with cute black boots and a choker. You smiled in the mirror and went to the convenience store to finally eat something, feeling a little better that day.

“Oh hey Y/N, I haven’t seen you in forever.” The owners son said.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy.” You said, paying for your cheap ramen and drinks.

“Well I hope to see you more often!” He said with a sweet smile.

You smiled and walked back to your apartment, scarfing down the ramen and re brushing your teeth. After running some errands you decided to head over to the party.

When you walked in, you saw so many people. They were all in swimsuits or slutty outfits, or dressed like rich men. You pushed your way through the crowd and almost bumped into Daniel.

“Oh, hey Daniel.” You said.

“Hey Y/N! Long time no see!” He said, hugging you.

“Y/N!” You turned and saw Lucy running towards you then hopping on top of you and hugging you.

“I’m happy you came!” She said happily.

You smiled and hugged her tightly, letting go and giggling at each other.

“How are you holding up?” She asked.

“I’m okay.” You said.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered.

She grabbed your cheeks and gave you a determined look.

“We’re gonna make this a good night!” She said.

You nodded confidently and followed her to the bar Daniel had and made drinks. 

“Some liquid therapy!” She said, handing you your drink.

You threw it back and then wiped your mouth as she stared you.

“Oh girl you’re HURT HURT!” She gasped, handing you her own drink and making a new one for herself.

The bar got crowded and Lucy began talking to a crown of girls.

“Hey I’m gonna go outside for some fresh air.” You said.

“Okay! I’ll be out soon!” She said with a big smile.

You felt bad for still being gloomy while Lucy was trying to make you have a good time. You sighed as you walked through the crowd. You lifted your gaze and almost choked when you made eye contact with someone.

Changbin.

His hair was parted and he sported a tight black polo shirt with the top button undone. He had two slits in his eyebrow that made an X and his tight, dark jeans had a chain hanging from them. He wore a silver watch and a silver chain around his neck.

You quickly looked away and hid yourself in the crowd. WHY? JUST WHY? You went out to the pool and sighed as you took in fresh air.

“Y/N?” 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the voice and turned. Felix was standing there, staring at you.

“Hi.” You said awkwardly.

“Hi.” He said gruffly,

You awkwardly stood there for a moment then went to walk away, but felt his arm grab you.

“Why did you do it?” He asked.

“What?” You asked.

“Why did you cheat on Changbin?” He asked.

“I didn’t.” You said.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“He saw it Y/N.” He said.

“He didn’t see what actually happened Felix.” You said.

“What actually happened? You kissed Naoki!” Felix hissed.

“I did not!” Your voice raised and people turned their heads.

You felt anxiety and went to pull away as you felt yourself becoming upset again. He pulled you aside and sat with you as you calmed down.

“I didn’t kiss Naoki. He kissed me. He said he had to talk to me after I was done work, so I thought something happened. He planned this Felix.... He knew Changbin took me home every night. I tried to pull away but he was holding my arms. He.. He broke the bracelet Changbin bought me when I went to go after him. I tried calling and texting him but he blocked my number... I didn’t even get a chance to explain.” You said, holding back your emotions.

You watched his eyes soften as he looked at you.

“He should’ve at least let you talk. He walked in and didn’t talk for like, three days. Then he was pissed and stayed that way.” He said.

“I know...” You said.

“You don’t look so hot either. You lost weight.” He said.

“Thanks Felix.” You muttered.

“Just give him some time. He’ll around.” He said.

Felix walked away as he was being called over and you decided to go back inside. BIG MISTAKE. You heard a giggle and saw a girl with slim legs, black hair with pink streaks and two buns on top of her hair with the rest down, a black crop top, and a skirt that was way too short looking at Changbin with her friend.

“He’s hot, and apparently newly single.” She said, biting her lip.

And man did you want to bust her lip open. You walked past them and into the room with the bar, and your heart dropped when you saw Changbin in there, talking to Daniel. He had his back to you as Lucy appeared and pranced over to you, both Daniel and Changbin turning to look at you.

“Hey Y/N! How’s the party so far?” She asked.

“Good.” You said as you faked a smile.

“Lets drink some more!” She whisper yelled and you both grabbed your cups. 

The music was bumping and you saw people pull out a beer bong.

“What’s up girl? Think you can handle it?” One of the men asked.

You smirked and nodded as he grabbed a cup of straight liquor and you got on your knees and took the tube into your mouth as Lucy and two other girls grabbed it too. The boys poured the liquor in and you chugged as hard and fast as you could. You finished first. People cheered for you as you wiped your mouth.

“Damn girl, okay!” Lucy said.

“How about another?” The man asked.

You laughed and nodded as you took the tube back down your throat and chugged the fastest again. At that point, you were quite tipsy. Your eyes shifted as you chugged and saw Changbin leaving the room. After finishing, one of the other girls was so drunk she knocked the whole thing over and alcohol splashed all over you.

“I’M SO *HIC* SORRY!” She wailed.

“It’s okay!” You laughed.

You got up and went to go to the bathroom to clean up. You opened the door as it wasn’t locked, and felt your whole world break.

Changbin and the girl from earlier were in there. Her hands were on his chest and his own on the small of her back, a small lipstick mark on his mouth as they both looked at you.

#ChangBin #seo changbin #changbeanie #stray kids #straykids #straykidznet #kpop #kpop imagines #gang au

[nancydrew65]

SKAM NL Season 2 Episode 1 Recap

Time for my favorite remake! I love Liv and the Dutch girl squad, so I am excited for this season!

Good Morning

Well, this has got to be the best season 2 opening sequence ever. It’s also a completely new scene, so yay! I love the comparisons between Liv and Noah’s morning routines.

Aaaah, the parallel shots of them painting their nails. Noah really is the epitome of an artsy fuckboy.

And then the music cuts out when Liv sees Noah. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Liv is already more aggressive than Noora, and not gonna lie, I am here for it.

Also, how does Noah know where Liv lives? Isn’t that slightly creepy?

The older lady, walking in between them just made my day.

Awww, they flipped each other off? Are they going to be like Mia and Alexander where using middle finger becomes their sweet romantic gesture? I hope so!

And damn, Noah had to really run down those stairs to catch Liv. He is out of breath. I wonder if the actor (is his name Monk?) actually ran down the stairs. If so, props to him.

Liv rides off into the distance on her bike, and so begins Season 2.

Too Late

Those opening shots were everything! And then it cuts back to the reality with the bell. 

Oh, Kes. I see you winking at Isa, I see you.

Again with the story about Imaan and her oma. Do we know what happened to the actress? Because that is a really obvious excuse, and I remember last season she wasn’t in as many of the scenes. Please let us not lose Imaan. Pleeeease!

Another ignorant remark on behalf of Engel. But I can kinda tolerate it with her. She was the Vilde who seemed more interested in connecting with Imaan, even if she went about it the wrong way.

Janna’s weird conversation about flashers made me smile so much.

Oh, Noah comments of Liv’s hair and she immediately takes her hairband out.

Engel thinks he’s looking at her. Oh, how I wish we wouldn’t go into this storyline. It’s awful for everyone, except maybe William/Noah.

Who is this Jayden guy? Was he the one who came to the cabin trip? Why does he need to move somewhere? I guess he ends up living with Liv. It still feels kind of weird. I wish Skam NL would have given us a little more information on that matter.

Skinny Bitch

Wow, that is one hopping house party! I’m with Liv, “on a Thursday?”

We see Dutch Eskild, his name is Ralph. 

Isa and Kes check out girls on a dating app. Oh, they are so drunk. So, I guess this is kind of like that scene from Season 2 in OG, but ..... not. 

Jayden trying to pick up a girl in his closet of a room is kinda funny.

Oh, dear. Skinny Bitch. In Season 1, Skam NL didn’t really go into Engel having an eating disorder, so I wondered if she would develop one this season. I guess, she will. 

Isa and Liv spy Lucas and a random girl making out. “I guess he was just curious?” I don’t think so, Liv, I don’t think so.

Liv takes out the garbage and promptly drops it right outside of her door. Is that a thing in the Netherlands. Like if you live in an apartment complex, is there someone who picks up the garbage from your front door? I hope so because she just left it there.

I do like that moment where she just gazes out at the city. I wonder where Noah and Liv will go for that whole “first date” because Liv already has a fantastic view from her apartment. Or maybe they won’t go with that storyline? Please, please.

Aww, Liv happily watching all the girl squad out on the floor like a proud mom. And then she goes to join them to dance. What a sweet clip.

Brakkiekakkie

I won’t even pretend to understand what the title of this clip means.

Janna spitting nuts into a planter box while all the other girls are just trying not to vomit.

The girls are waiting for Jayden. That’s sweet. He is a new addition to the story, so I wonder how he will fit into Season 2 madness.

We meet Esra! Look at SKAM NL, casually throwing in diversity. I’m proud of my little remake. I’m guessing Esra is the equivelant of Linn? She seems cool and way more helpful than Linn ever was. 

Was there a spark between Esra and Janna? Am I imagining things? That would be a really interesting storyline to pursue. A lesbian romance with a Muslim.

That far off shot of the girls at the balcony, the camera sliding across all the girls in the classroom. SKAM NL is experimenting with all these stylistic shots and I am loving it. They give the show a very distinctive feel, while still remaining very authentic. Just how SKAM should be.

So, the girls need to throw together a benefit to raise money for their city trip. Cool, gives the season a focus. Also, Isa correcting her pronunciation of Talinn was a cute callback to season 1 when Imaan schooled all the girls in how to pronounce it. But that just reminds me of how we are missing Imaan. Bring! Her! Back!

Oh, that text from Noah. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning.” It is kind of stalkerish that he is showing up at her door every morning, but also kind of sweet? Like William only ever harassed Noora through texts. Showing up at someone’s house, day after day, seems more sincere. Or just more like a horror movie, IDK.

Lucas being smooth with the ladies. Although I’m not quite sure why Engel had that face when he walked over to the girls. Was it because they were talking about him?

“He’s a chick magnet” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that” Damn, that was savage Isa. 

It Will Be Alright

Isa, Kes, Lucas, and Jayden killed me with those whale sounds. They are so stoned; at least its a Saturday.

Also, Isa is actively participating. So, I guess she was only mad that Kes and Jayden dealed Ritalin last season. I mean that makes sense. Dealing prescription drugs is a lot more dangerous than smoking weed.

This is more of a relationship with her parents than we saw from Noora. Her dad seems more interested in the state of Liv’s music career than he does about how his daughter is doing. Maybe he’s a big shot in the music industry and that’s why he has no time for her?

Oh, clearly Liv’s dad thinks she has already submitted her music to the record company, but Liv is too afraid of rejection and has held off on it.

I think this is really interesting. We get to see more of Liv’s passion for music. I really hope they develop this storyline more, especially considering Zoe Love Smith, Liv’s actress is a singer in real life. 

Almost Finished

Aww, that quick glimpse of a photo of the girl squad. I can’t wait to have more scenes of the girl squad.

That shot of Liv fractured in the two mirrors while speaking along to the lyrics was so beautiful! The cinematography in this show is on point!

Is Ralph in a bunny one-suit? He doesn’t even close the door when he pees. But I agree with Liv; it’s worse that he doesn’t wash his hands afterwards.

Damn, Noah’s twirl! Those were some high-class moves.

Liv is so done with him.

The older lady makes another appearance. She is quickly becoming my favorite character. Theory: She represents the audience and how we should feel about Noah (aka sympathy). Nah, I’m just kidding.

General Thoughts

I really enjoyed this episode! I’m really glad they haven’t got into Noah manipulating Engel to get to Liv. I hope they won’t ever go into that storyline, but that might be too much to hope for. I will say, though, without that element of the story into play, the episode doesn’t have as much of a dramatic arc. Not that I wish they put it in; I much prefer this mellow episode to Noah acting shitty towards Engel. SKAM NL changed up a lot of things. I love that; I am all for remakes exploring new avenues and doing their own thing. I hope they keep changing things up; it makes the viewing experience more exciting. So far, I am not feeling like I want to throw a book at Noah, which is a plus. He seems better than some of the other Williams. I hope he keeps up his good behavior. So, as I was watching I was thinking, “Where’s Noah?” and I saw that a lot of people in the comments of the clips felt the same. And I was struck by a terrible epiphany. We, as a fandom, have come to associate Season 2 with Noorhelm, rather than Noora herself. And I think this is partly due to OG SKAM because they didn’t do a good job making a distinction between the two. Just comparing this episode to SKAM Austin (which I am also watching live), there is an appearance or reference to Daniel in every single clip of episode 1. In SKAM NL, there were two whole clips where Noah was not mentioned once, and one clip where the only reference to him was one text he sent Liv. I think this is great progress and hope that SKAM NL continues this trend and focuses more on Liv as a character rather than her as on half of Lioh (or Noliv. What is their ship name?). I think bringing in her music is a great start. I can’t wait to watch more of this season.

#skam #skam remakes #skam reaction #skam nl

[rkkyul]

⊹ ˚.  OOC ; INTRODUCTION. ps. give this a like for plotting!

PEEKABOO GUESS WHO hola everyone it’s faye again ( rkseung’s mun ) ! i have been craving to bring this girl back to rookies after her disappearance last year so here she is ♥ for those of you don’t know her, this kyulkyung - the ex ballerina with a messy past & greedy heart. she’s matured quite a bit since her last rodeo at rookies, but she’s still lots of fun so pls show her some love ♥ you can read more about her background here and learn all about her here, you can kinda find a more condensed version of everything under the cut. also feel free to message me here in ims or on twitter @foxglves !

past! because i kind of went overboard with her background ( sorry to anyone who reads it ashfmska ), i’ll kinda break it down real quick. basically we have a rich girl here who was not always so rich. she born in china to young parents who really struggled with money, especially after her father died. her mother then married a rich older man who could help her support kyulkyung and she could give her a life full of opportunities she never had. and this man became someone who they relied on for all expenses and favors. kyulkyung’s step father paid for all of her dance classes and helped make a name for the girl by pulling strings and throwing cash. kyulkyung and her mother came to rely on him a bit too much,,, for everything really.

rookies timeline may 2017 - nov 2018! kyulkyung’s story in seoul started with her acceptance into the korean national ballet where she was pretty much on her own for the first time. sure she lived with her mom but her dance career was now based solely on her - she couldn’t rely on her step father’s influence and help to further career or benefit her in any way. they were out of his reach, but because of his constant help it kind of crippled her. not believing fully in her own skills, she was pressured into sleeping with her dance instructor to better herself in this career. kyul landed big roles and some extra classes, but ultimately it came to an end when they were discovered. it was a toxic relationship really, but the downfall was excruciating. both she and the girl who discovered them were paid BIG BUCKS to keep quiet, but she was ultimately kicked out of knb and everything just went downhill from there. she kinda shut herself off from everyone and wallowed in pity and embarrassment even though no one really knew. her mom left for china first to try and clear things over with kyul’s step father and she herself returned back to china around the end of november. she basically ran away to kinda clean up herself emotionally and just take a break.

now! she’s recovered finally!! she returned to korea in march with a new mindset and ambition. kyul moved in with a friend who shared ownership of a dance/sing academy ( HOOK & CROOK ACADEMY ) where she was happy to give kyul a job as a instructor. she teaches both a hip hop and pop class so catch her there!! she kinda just pretends nothing happened and is trying her best to move on and leave all of that shit behind her.

THAT’S NOT MY NAME ! jieqiong is her biological name and that’s what people from back home or those she met during her brief time in new york ( 2016-MAY 2017 ) know her by. kyulkyung is a rough translation of her name and just what she goes by in korea for the sake of ease.

FUN LOVING ! kyulkyung is generally very laid back and loves to just do whatever she feels like. she literally holds and treats herself like a princess and can be a bit conceited at times, but is all around very sweet and kind hearted. SASS FOR DAYS BUT LOVES YOU LONG TIME WINK

CATCH HER AT THE MGA5 ! even now, she would not have done this if her students and coworkers didn’t talk her into this but she’s in it to win it so watch out eyes emoji

SOCIAL MEDIA WHO ! kyul used to be an avid user of all types of social media. to her own youtube channel to ranting on twitter to posting pics 24/7 on instagram she had it alllll and a decent group of followers. but after her little oopsies at knb, she deleted everything and has kinda kept away from social media. but who knows, maybe the mgas may persuade her?

K-ARTS STUDENT ! she kinda hippity hopped it out of sk for winter break but she’s back so classmates pleaseeeee university is also the only public schooling she’s been enrolled in, she was homeschooled 90% of her life.

MAX OUT THAT CREDIT CARD BITCH ! kyul loves loves LOVES to shop and always has. she keeps up with all trends and probably makes many poor fashion choices, but she tries to keep it classy & cool. also a makeup hoarder don’t ask to see her vanity pls.

MAMAS GIRL ! this girl loves her mother more than anything and often gets homesick because of this. this is the longest time she’s been away from her mom and although she doesn’t live on her own, she always facetimes her and asks her stupid adulting questions,,, she’s still learning ok!!

FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT ! loves itaewon and hongdae nightlife but she’s not much of a drinker. usually the dd or the sober friend who makes sure no one gets kidnapped rip

so sorry that was so so long but!! i hope this helps a bit with plotting!! bring her some students at hook & crook ( there will be a post for this eventually ) or some past friendships or any relationship really from her first time in korea or whatever !!! pls love and support this bby

#❀ ° ～ out of cheese. #god i suck at these #bear w me #getting to ims soon!!

[b-ee-writes]

gumdrops & fairy lights pt 1

Filming in Fujishina! 

“I’m beginning to think that the world is just cruel,” The young girl hissed, kicking a pinecone into the bushes.  She stood out against the chaniwa garden around her--Her hair was a dark purple, and she was wearing darker, casual clothes.  Next to her stood a white girl with a much more earthy color scheme, holding a rabbit in her arms.

“Don’t be like that, Chiyo-chan!”  She chirped, nudging her with her hip.  Unlike Chiyo, who had a Japanese accent, she had American accent.  “Fate works in mysterious ways.  You could meet the love of your life today, tomorrow, or hell, maybe you’ve already met him.”  Chiyo rolled her eyes, hopping onto one of the stones.  “Besides, you did meet that super cute dude today.  What was his name again?” “I don’t want to talk about it.  He was so obnoxious.”  She turned on her heel, but didn’t face the other girl, her hand on her hip.  Her voice dropped as she imitated him.  “Ahhaha… You know, you could come to study with me anytime.  Y’know, since my grades are perfect.”  Her voice raised once more, and she groaned.  “I hate people like that.  It’s such a bratty move.”

“Yeah, but he was trying to help,” The second girl commented, hopping onto the stones herself and following her friend.  “Maybe you should give him a chance.”

“Maybe I will.  When horses grow wings and he rides upon one, dragging me into another dimension to be his bride.” The girl laughed, but as soon as they were done with their laughter, a horse burst through the trees, nearly making them both fall into the water.  Atop it was the boy, his ears suddenly pointed and his skin dotted with stars.  Chiyo’s jaw dropped as he jumped down, running towards her.

“My Queen!” He called, hopping on one of the stones and floating through the air before landing on the one she was on.  His arm wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling.  “You may not remember now, but it is all part of the curse.  You must come with me--We have to return to Nichala before Dzambol runs it into the ground.”

“What--Hey!” She yelped as she was thrown over his shoulder, and he shot into the air, hopping back to the horse.

“Chiyo-chan!!” Her friend screeched, trying to hop after them, but her foot slipping out and falling into the water.

“Off!”  The horse took into the forest, while Chiyo reached desperately towards her friend.

“Mio-chan, hel--” And with that, they were gone into the forest.

“CUT!”  The director screeched, kicking her legs.  “That’s a wrap!”

There was light clapping, and the horse trotted back out from the forest.  Yuka sat up, pushing her purple hair out of her face with a big smile on it.  Now that felt right.  There was a handler scrambling up to take the horse, but Katashi

 hopped down with ease, helping Yuka back down.

“That was good.  You’re super light.” 

“Yeah, and you’re on strings.” She hit the strings that lifted him up and down once, giggling before pecking his cheek.  “Go get those off, I’m going to go help Ava out of the water.” 

“This shit be COLD,” Ava called, tossing the fake rabbit onto the shore.  Yuka giggled and hopped onto the stones, watching her friend be pulled out of the river.  They weren’t that far apart, but it had rained earlier, so it was fair to say that they were still a bit slippy-slidey.  She had the easiest part here, and she was thankful for it.  She jumped onto the shore, trotting over to the director.

“Everything looks good?”

“Absolutely, that was close to perfect.”  The director put her clipboard under her arm, hopping up and motioning Yuka to follow her, which she did without a moment’s hesitation.  “I can’t wait to see it in post.”

“I’m really looking forward to the pegasus CGI, if I’m being honest.”  The director gave a laugh, which hinted at nervous.

“So am I!  We busted our budget for it, so it better be good!” Yuka snorted, running a hand through her hair as she bounced next to the director.  “So, this is your hometown and your home country.  What should I do, what should I not do…?”

“Don’t call people by their first names if you don’t know them well.  Always just go by their last names and add -san to the end of it.  Don’t be too loud, be nice, anndd just don’t wear shoes in people’s houses, and you should be good!  Also, work on your Japanese.  I don’t think anyone speaks English in Fujishina.”  She chuckled lightly.

“I looked up a few things not to do, and asked around, so hopefully, I’m good.”

“I think you will be.  The cast studied a bit up on Japanese too, right?”

“We all did.  Required reading, I suppose.  If this takes off, we’re all going to have to learn Japanese.  Luckily for us, we already have you as a teacher.”  Yuka snorted, stopping by her trailer.  “Now, about work--You’ve heard of Gumdrop, right?” She had heard raving reviews, yeah.  She had always meant to go, but she never found herself having the time.

“Yeah, I have.  There’s one in LA, right?” 

“Yep.  Well, it’s a Japanese company, and the first one is here in Fujishana.”

“Fujishina.” 

“Sorry, Fujishina.  The first one is here, and we reached out to the manager of it, and it turns out that the CEO still runs it.”  Well, that was unheard of.  A CEO still working in their establishments.  Man, their staff had to be held up to the highest standard.  “It was… Surprisingly easy to get in contact with Amai.  Er--We don't’ know her last name, what should we call her?” 

“Amai-san would probably work best since you don’t actually know her.”  Yuka paused, staring suspiciously at her director.  “Why don’t you know her last name?  It seems like.. Something easily found out.”

“She’s anonymous.  Amai isn’t her real--Ah, er, Amai-san?” Yuka nodded encouragingly, and the director’s shoulders relaxed.  “It’s not her real name.  She hides everything about her real life, she even puts on a wig, contacts, and surgical mask.  There’s a rumor that she even has dresses to alter her body type ever so slightly so it’s harder to track her down.”  There was something about that that seemed… Odd.  Why would someone remain anonymous if they created a big enough trend to go international?  Didn’t she want the world to know who she was? 

“That’s a little weird.” The director shrugged. “I think it’s kind of cool.  She takes on a very Willy Wonka style role, and then walks the day as a civilian.  Like a candy superhero.  Anyways, the point was that we got in contact with… Amai...san and she said she’d be happy to let us use her shop as a place to film.”  The director seemed to bounce a bit, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight.  “She also said she’d give us a tour while they’re all working if we’d like one, and so, we’re getting a tour of this big production confectionary.” 

“Do they have a taffy machine??” Yuka questioned, leaning forward with a slight smile on her face.  The taffy machines were hands down the coolest things that she had ever seen, possibly in her entire life.

“I think so! They make taffy there, so I would assume so.” 

“That sounds so cool!! When are we going?”

“Tomorrow at one, so I’m really praying that filming doesn’t go over.  You better do a damn good job the first time around.”  Yuka snickered, opening the door to her trailer.

“You know I will!”

“Yeah, yeah.  See you tomorrow, Yuka.”

“That’s Yuka-chan to you!”  The director stuck out her tongue and walked off, waving to her.  She was quickly greeted by a staff member, who was apparently waiting for her.  Yuka shut the door to her trailer, locking the door behind her.  All she had to do now was go get changed, run back to the hotel to feed Boba, and then she could go hang out.

“Alright, bye, Boba!” She said a quick goodbye to her cat, who was eating her food without even glancing back at Yuka.  She shut the door, ensuring that it was locked before trotting off with her designer bag over her shoulder.  There were things she wanted to do in her hometown, but unfortunately, she did actually have things to do.  She was going with Katashi and Ava to the grocery store so they could get meals for the next few days.  Preferably microwavable, though the hotel did have a stove.  Being in a hotel was fun, but there was always a part of it that never felt like home.  They would get a rented apartment if the show was a hit, of course, but until that happened, it was best not to put money on that kind of stuff.

She trotted down to the lobby, a slight skip in her step as she approached Katashi and Ava.  “Hey, guys!”  They both looked at her and waved.  “Are we ready to go?”

“We were ten minutes ago, when we were supposed to leave,” Katashi mumbled, only to get kicked lightly by both Ava and Yuka.

“Beauty takes time.”

“Yeah, yeah, well, we already called the Uber when you said you were coming down.  The second time, which I presume was before you fed Boba, so they’re already here.” Well, at least a car was already there! 

“Great, let’s go.”  She walked out.  “Katash or I will talk to the Uber.  Ava, please don’t try.”

“My Japanese is flawless, Yuka.”

“Yuka-chan,” Katashi corrected, opening the door for them before getting in the front seat himself.  He greeted the driver in Japanese, speaking quickly and fluently to him before giving a thumbs up to them both.

“Okay, so, I did a bit of Facebook stalking on you, Yuka--Yuka-chan.” She insisted, sending a look at Katashi.

“Oh no.  What is it?”  Ava held out her phone, which had Yuka’s class picture on it.  God, it felt like so long ago.  “I look so bad in that.”

“Whatever.  Who are they all, who are you going to introduce us to, and can we go see your high school?”  Yuka hesitated, holding out her hand to get the phone again.  “I also have a few pictures of you just from the High School days, but, y’know, those might not be important to you.  I found a few with a few reoccurring people, though, and I wanna know who they are.”  Katashi let out a loud sigh, looking back at them.

“Give her some time to answer, Ava-chan.”

“Sorry, I’m excited!! This is her childhood!! I’d do the same to you if we went to Tokyo.” 

“Well, luckily for me, Tokyo is a city.  This is a town, no offense, Yuka-chan.  Tokyo is so big that we’d never be able to find any of my childhood friends.”  Ava stuck her tongue out.

“No offense taken.   It’s really small.”  She was busy swiping through Ava’s phone, looking at the way too many pictures that she had saved of Yuka’s most awkward picture-taking period.

“But really, who are we gonna meet?” “I don’t know who even still lives here.  I could ask Sayaka-chan if she’d like to meet up.  I believe she’s like, a town over.  Or maybe even the twins.” Ava gasped, dramatically leaning ridiculously close to Yuka.

“Twins?!”

“You have a picture of them with me.” She swiped a few, holding it out.  It was her with her old friend group, sitting together in a tree.  There were five of them.  “See the two with black hair?  The girl holding the whiteboard and sticking her tongue out, and the dude that’s holding up a peace sign.  Yasha-chan and Yaku-Kun.  They were both really obsessed with Sayaka-chan, who’s right there.  Yasha-chan is a really amazing singer, but she um… She had vocal nodules, and the surgery went badly, so she’s holding the whiteboard to help communicate until she could figure out sign language.”  Sayaka was smiling sweetly, with her legs crossed on the branch.

“Who’s that girl?”  Ava zoomed in on the last girl, who was sitting at the base of the tree with her hand covering her face lazily.  Yuka was hanging upside down next to her, trying to get her hand off.

“Oh, that’s Yumi-chan.”  Saying her name aloud for the first time in a few years was weird.  It sent an odd emotion into her stomach.  Partially sad, partially something else… It wasn’t a feeling that she liked.  It made her feel wrong.  She was quiet for a moment, and Ava leaned in.

“And??”

“What?” “Well, you said something about every single one of them except for her, which you’re arguably closer to.”  Yuka glanced at the picture of her and Yumi one more time, the feelings flooding back.  It wasn’t nostalgia, though that was part of it.

“Yeah.  She was my best friend back then.”  She was met with silence, and huffed.  “She was into Occult, if that’s a fact you wanted.” 

“Woah, there, calm it.” Katashi mentioned.  Yuka looked at him, not even realizing that she had snapped at them until that moment.  Why did she do that?  The feeling was back.  She didn’t like it at all.  “It was just weird.  She’s being nice.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m sorry, Ava-chan.” Ava gave a sweet smile in her direction, but there was wariness behind it.  Ava was sensitive--Snapping at her for being energetic could hurt her.  “I really am.  I shouldn’t have snapped, she just…”  She took a deep breath.  “Yumi-chan and I grew apart when I left for America.  I haven’t talked to her in years, and it just feels weird to even look at her again.”  The car was quiet, and Ava very gently asked,

“Do you miss her?”

“... I guess I do.  We got along really well.”  Yuka gave a gentle chuckle, reaching into her bag and grabbing her wallet, flipping through a few pictures of her new, American friends and stopping at the second to last, holding it out to Ava.  “She’s still in my wallet, actually.”  It was a picture of the two hugging, and Yumi’s face was actually present in the picture.  “One of the only pictures she would take with me.  She was shy.”

“Maybe she still lives around here,” Katashi mentioned.  “You should reach out.”  The feeling stabbed Yuka in the heart like she had been shot with an arrow.

“I--I would, but--I thought I saw something about her moving.”

“It’s still worth a shot--Oh, we’re here.”  All three of them thanked the driver, and Yuka apologized for Ava’s shaky Japanese, clarifying what she had actually said.  The three walked into the supermarket, and Katashi grabbed a cart. “If you miss her, you should hit her up.  The whole country of Japan is like… The size of Cali, and don’t even argue that Cali is big and so is here, because we went on a road trip to Toronto to see Janie when she was in a film up there.” Ava crossed her arms, a cocky expression on her face as she disproved the one point that Yuka would have.  But little did they know, she had another card up her sleeve. 

“I’m not ready yet.  I need to give it a bit more time.”  There was no arguing with that.  The two glanced at each other, and their eyes admitted defeat.  “Now, frozen meals?”

“Fineeeee.  Also, I want Pocky.  Do they have it here?”

“Duh.  Ooh, we should totally grab some good sushi, too.”

“Cali has good sushi.”

“Yeah, but it’s not as good as in Japan,” Katashi brought up.  “But, uh… Yuka-chan, don’t you think we could just go?  I mean, no offense, but she,” He motioned to Ava.  “Doesn’t know the first thing about chopstick etiquette.”

“Yes, I do!  I brought the thinggie that they give me at Kobe to make using chopsticks easier.”  She puffed her chest out in pride, a beaming smile on her face.  Neither of them had the heart to tell her, no, but she looked at Katashi, who raised his eyebrows, and quickly stumbled out a, “But!  I think you two should go together.  Alone.  Because.  Uh… You’re both natively Japanese, and that’s… Culture that you can share?”  She raised her eyebrows at Katashi, who nodded.

“It is.”  Yuka giggled, brushing her hair out of her face and ignoring the blush on it.

“Fine, but only because you can’t speak a lick of Japanese.”

“I’m figuring it out!”

“Your accent is God Awful, Ava-chan, don’t play.”  Katashi dropped down, grabbing a box of ramen, an essential for living out of a hotel.

“Aha!  No, you’re wrong, er, Katashi-chan!” 

“Kun.  It’s Katashi-kun, it’s the masculine version.”  Yuka shook her head, walking off to find almond milk.  She was pretty much off dairy to keep herself from being bloated, but it’s not like she was allergic or anything.

She glanced back to make sure that her co-stars were following her and once assuring they were, began to wander the perimeter.  It was odd to be back in her home country, to see all the familiar texts that she had grown up with.  She had gotten so used to America that this seemed almost odd to her.  But it was also warm and familiar.  She spotted the milk, and her pace began to quicken, but slowed as she approached.  There was a girl standing there, contemplating her milk choices.  She had black hair that almost had deep purple and brown undertones.  It was cut into a bob, and actually quite thick.  That was such a nice color.  Never for Yuka--too dark, but very complimentary on the pale, lengthy girl’s skin tone.  She was really tall for a girl in Japan, too.  She was about to walk over next to her when a second girl approached, notably shorter than the milk girl.  But Yuka’s heart stopped as she saw her.

Rai Kanna--Or, in American order, Kanna Rai.  The girl that bullied Yumi.  She was pulling over a cart, tapping the girl.  Yuka ducked behind an aisle, trying to listen in to their conversation.  Katashi and Ava seemed to slip in behind her, as she felt two presences.

“What are you doing?”

“That’s Rai-san,” Yuka hissed, feeling the familiar sense of hatred bubbling in her chest.  “She was cruel in high school.  Bullied my best friend.” 

“Yumi?” Ava asked curiously and then proceeded to add, “-chan?” at the end. 

“San, but close.  Now shhh!! I’m busy listening.”  Katashi rolled his eyes.

“Just get milk later.” “Shhh!!” She put a hand over his mouth and leaned forward.

“You’re such a dork.  God, why do I even hang around you?” Kanna pushed at the milk girl, sending Yuka’s rage into a spiral.  But when the girl’s shoulder turned, and her face was revealed, everything in her just went still, falling into her stomach.

“Stop it,” Yumi mumbled, taking a step back from her.  Yuka’s jaw dropped, and Ava looked between her and the scene.

“Who is that?  Do you know her?”

“That’s Akumu Yumi.”  She whispered, looking over at her friends.  “That’s my Yumi-chan.”

#write #writer #writeblr #story #pt 1 #gumdrop and fairy lights #gumdrops and fairy lights #stories #reading #read #japan #filming #drama #not a short story #first part #first chapter #chapter #read my shit #read my stuff #reblog pls

[anthonycoldwinter]

Bro, let me say this, cuz there’s a lot of shit that rubs me the wrong way. I never say anything about this because I don’t want to seem like one of those angry black social media ranters, BUT, when it calls for it, you gotta go.

Okay one thing I hate more than anything, are people that put on the “I like black culture” hat when it’s convenient and then discard it when it’s not. I’ve had sooo many non-black woman friends that always told me how much they love black guys and only date them. Then end up being engaged or married to someone within their race. I’ve had other male friends who were so into hip hop and dressing like us, wearing their hats all backwards, using our slang. And then change their whole personality at a certain point in their life. Another friend I had, white, was suuuper into street fashion, BLACK street fashion. Wearing trends that our people started. Basically emulating our whole swag and then got clout from it, only to switch up and start only hanging out white people, dressing all super high end and then shitting on the avenues that got him elevated. Basically used it as an escalator to get to where he needed to be.

Idk, maybe these examples aren’t the most extreme, but what I’m trying to get at, is our culture isn’t a fucking phase yo. It’s not an “ohh I’m trying to find myself, let me put on this hat” kind of thing. Nah man. If you’re with us, be with us. Don’t be “down for the cause” and hip to our shit and then sweep it under the rug when it’s not useful for you. It’s mad annoying yo.

Sorry for typos, I didn’t proof-read. Might have came out as gibberish but I needed to vent real quick. But basically, I feel like we’re super accepting of other cultures that use us and suck us dry.

[jflashandclash]

Traitors of Olympus IV: Fall of the Sun

Thirty-Four: Maari

Last Minute camaraderie (or Parenting..?)

             Merry was worrying. Merry was morally opposed to worrying. It was bad for one’s health and bad as a prayer and offering to her Dad.

           They rode through the clogged streets of Manhattan with the wind whipping against Sam Datta’s windshield. She alternated between reviewing Sam’s notes on how to use fundamental probability to track the trends in polio outbreaks in Syria and the Congo and updating Sam on their plan of action.

           By now, Sam definitely preferred hearing about the jazzy-spazzy mythological side of things instead of his midterm. Merry would have wanted it the other way around because she thought Athena and studying where the sexist, jazziest-spazziest things in town.

           “So this whole plan pivots on the assumption that Mr. Stoic, who has betrayed you before, won’t betray you again, Poison Ivy, who’s losing her mind, stays sane enough to help, and your spineless friend has enough of a spine to keep a stubborn sociopath and a well-meaning idiot from destroying some camp,” Sam summed up her explanation of Axel, Euna, Kally, Alabaster, and Pax.

           “Psychopath, honey. No need to be polite here,” she hummed. She tapped her burgundy, music-playing jacket sleeve, absently flipping through various songs.

           Merry still wondered exactly how Kally had “taken a fancy” to Alabaster, as Calex had warned. Pax made sense. Pax was a well-meaning bad boy that had a nasty combo of being gullible AND unlucky.

           Alabaster, as far as Merry was concerned, was just a dick.

           With the chill leaking in through the windows and Sam’s heating system deciding to kick out at the same time, Merry wished she had her Teddy Bear here to keep her warm. Or Leo Valdez: the spiciest of space heaters. Calex might be offended by that one.

           “And there’s some punk kid up in a tower, threatening to kill someone’s baby sister, Series of Unfortunate Events style? You know, I have a tire jack with a removable metal pole in the back. I could come upstairs with you and give him a proper greeting,” Sam offered.

           His excited, dark eyes glanced over to Merry with the same skepticism that Axel’s had. Maybe seeing them in a big group made this life-and-death stuff all fun and fancy free. Seeing Merry by herself (all five foot ten inches of apparent helplessness) going up to chastise a kid younger than her half-brother (“Bad! Bad Pax baby! No more kidnapping!”) for attempted infanticide… that seemed to inspire doubt in people. Though, from what Merry remembered of Hiro’s tiny form, she could defeat him by sitting on him if he stayed still long enough.

           Assuming he didn’t shoot her or cut off Percy’s little sister’s fingers or send the baby on a 300 foot roller coast ride with an unfortunate, sudden stop.

           “I would prefer you remain Sam Datta: the most Epic of Bystanders,” she said. After a pause, she gave him a shaky smile. “But, call the cops if I’m not down in forty minutes, would you, honey? This girl plans to have summa cum laude written on her gravestone, and I can’t do that until I’ve graduated university.”

           The closer they got and the more she recognized buildings, like the Greco-Roman columns and lion guardian statue outside the New York Public Library (where she had occasionally taken Nikhil to study when their mother decided to throw a raucous party on a weekday) the queasier her stomach felt.  

           Merry wanted to goad Sam into chatting with her in Tamil, a language she could understand with ease, but that sounded like a woodchipper coming from her unpracticed lips (much to her adopted appa’s irritation, she and Nikhil tended to respond to he and Am’ma in English). Since no one could speak it at camp, she missed hearing it, but the thought of Am’ma’s silky, buoyant voice made Merry miss her mother and worry that the social workers had already come to Am’ma’s house.

           That made her more nauseous. Yay!

           “We can listen to a song for more than thirty seconds, you know,” Sam said.

           Merry lifted her finger off her parka. She didn’t realize she had still been sifting through songs. “I wanted to assure you had a full comprehension and appreciation for jazz throughout the 20th and 21st centuries.”

           The statue of Atlas came into view on the next turn. Merry’s stomach gave serious thought to emptying here. Then, it wouldn’t have to go into the Cathedral.

           “Music Theory 210: A Crash Course,” Sam said. He pulled up next to the Cathedral, ignoring the blare of horns behind them. His energetic eyes examined her. “So, uh, you don’t have any weapons.”

           “A clear and sharp mind is the most powerful weapon, honey,” she said.

           Her eyes fluttered to the icon Sam kept on his dashboard of Sarawati, a four-armed goddess playing a lute. Merry offered a quick prayer to this goddess of wisdom and knowledge and another one after to Athena. They were good ones to pray to, right? This was like a test, one where people died if you failed.

           They needed Percy and Annabeth in the upcoming fight. She thought about the campers that might perish at camp, her friends, and her half-brother on the god-side. Realistically, Percy wouldn’t be able to sit by and watch as people died. Percy would stand up to fight and Hiro would murder his little sister in response.

           So, no pressure if she failed corralling Hiro.

           Merry unclicked her seatbelt robotically. “Nanri,” she said.[1]

           “Parkkalaam,” Sam said,[2] “I mean it. You come back down here in ten minutes, you hear?”

           Merry paused to examine Sam. This might have been how it would feel to have responsible adults in her family, the kind of parenting she had missed out on. She never could explain to other kids how jealous she was when they got grounded. Getting grounded meant that your parents cared. It meant they were present in your life.

           Sam seemed like someone that would ground a cousin if a parent wouldn’t. Though, judging from his maniac interest in the world, you’d have to majorly mess up to get grounded.

           She suddenly realized how helpless this boy—man several years her senior—felt.

           “Shouldn’t you be worrying about your biostats midterm instead of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelashes as she opened the passenger door.

           Sam smiled and gave her a shrug. “I already missed it. It was early this morning.”

           Merry hopped out of the car, shutting the door behind her without a word. As cheerfully as she could, Merry waved her hand at the taxi-van and forced a bounce into her step as she walked on the concrete sidewalk towards the Cathedral. That way, she hoped Sam wouldn’t see that his kindness had broken her.

           Merry choked back tears as she proceeded forward, alone, to stop one of the world’s tiniest psychopath from mutilating and killing Percy’s little sister.

Sorry I’m running late! I hope you guys enjoyed this quick chapter :D Tune in next week for Maari’s chapter: Stairs: The Real Villain in This Series Part I.

Footnotes:

[1] Thank you.

[2] See you. More leaning towards, “I better see you.” Unless I have the wrong one. Someone yell at me if I have the wrong one!

#Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #Traitors of Olympus #fanfiction #PJO #HOO #Merry #Sam #Dun dun DUN!

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 41

Hope

The day was bright, beautiful, and surprisingly much cooler than anticipated. I appreciated that though, because I was in no way physically capable of dealing with too much heat and humidity. I had a real appreciation for cooler spring temperatures and the typically fresh Virginia air… especially since I’d been running around in it since we landed only a few hours ago. Destani, Tawny, and even Cammie and Angel and I all decided to hit the ground running immediately after our 8:37 a.m. arrival because it was the only way that I knew we could successfully get anything accomplished. Whenever we did finally arrive at my aunt’s house, I knew she would take full advantage of strapping me down to a couch or locking me away in my room to avoid having me overwork myself.  So to avoid her overly concerned behavior, I made them promise me they wouldn’t say anything in regards to the 1:30 arrival time I’d fed her a few days prior to our departure. I didn’t intend to lie to her, I just didn’t want her worrying over me simply doing a bit of shopping with the girls for the party only two days away.

The party… Chris’s release party… it was Thursday now and in only two days he’d finally be able to walk out of that stale and sterile prison and come home to his mother as a free man. I wasn’t sure of the ins and outs of what all the release would entail, but I didn’t care… all I knew was that he was coming home and I was officially in Virginia to make sure I was right there when he walked in that house. And what warmed my heart more than anything was that he even had the support of two of my newest and closest friends, Cammie and Angel. I hadn’t asked them to join us on the journey to Virginia. I’d merely mentioned to them that Destani, Tawny, and I would be taking a trip home for a few days to be there when Chris got home and the next thing I knew they were showing up at our dorm room bright and early this morning with their bags packed and their high spirits in tow. Destani had even mentioned that Taylor would be making a surprise visit along with Coach Maddox.  

“Sy,” Tawny squealed, startling me out of my thoughtful daze, “Come on, our Uber is here.”

Again, we couldn’t risk going anywhere near my aunt’s house or Destani’s mothers house to retrieve either of our cars, so we’d been hopping from one random Uber SUV to another until it was finally time to board the final one to complete the journey home. As the trend had gone all morning, the driver was friendly and talkative and the girls didn’t hesitate to jump right into small talk about where we were visiting from since we were indeed totting baggage around as though we were homeless. I kept quiet in the middle seat beside Tawny… I couldn’t quite slow my thoughts enough to really focus much on what they were talking about, so I gave the conversation to them and no one seemed to mind. The girls had all been well aware just how lost in my thoughts I was from the moment we boarded the plane. I thought I’d managed to put my emotions on the back burner over the past few months, but now… here… during this trip, it was only a matter of time before I cracked. For the time being I tried to do all that I could not to dwell so much on the thought of Chris, but… how could I not when I would be seeing him face to face in only a couple of days after months of no contact whatsoever. I mean… how would he look? How would he smell? Would he still be able to captivate me with his intoxicating natural aroma and his boyish baby face alone? I could feel the butterflies fluttering now, so by Saturday I was positive I would end up throwing up from nervousness.

The light conversation continued on for the entire duration of the fifteen-minute ride until finally we arrived just outside my aunt’s house. Swiftly our driver, Joseph, hoped out of the Chevy Tahoe and breezed around to the back of the truck to pull out each of our bags.

“Thank you Jo Jo.” Destani said with a playful smirk as she pulled the handle of her rolling suitcase from his hand.

“No problem beautiful.” Though I hadn’t paid much attention to majority of their conversation along the ride, I was already well aware just how flirtatious Destani and even Cammie and Angel could be. So it came as no surprise when they literally flirted their way out of six free ride coupons, two apiece. Joseph even went as far as helping to tote more than half of the bags up to the front door before finally hopping back into the truck and going on about his way.

“Girl that nigga was fine as hell!” Destani exclaimed.

“Tuh, who you telling,” Cammie chimed in quickly, “But you need to hop off his nuts for a minute and let me ride. Shit, you got a man… let me get one.”

They giggled as though one of them had just told the greatest joke… until their laughter was abruptly halted by the swift sound of the front door opening.

“What in the world!” It was my aunt standing there, holding the door open, staring out at us bewilderedly.

“Girls! What are you… what are you doing here?” She exclaimed with a lot excitement sprinkled with complete confusion. Not bothering to give us a second to respond, she flew out of the door and wrapped her arms around Destani who stood closest to her. After quickly moving on to embrace Tawny, she slowly roamed over to me and took a thorough moment to admire my not so small baby bump.

“Oh my baby… has it been this long since I last saw you? You’re all baby girl!” She swept me into her arms then, being careful not to mesh her torso against my protruding belly. In all actuality, the last time my aunt had seen me was during the Christmas break… when I was barely a few months along. Now with me barely being able to stand up straight without leaning back to accommodate the additional weight attached to my front side, the shock masked her face almost permanently.

“Lord honey, there is no way you should even be standing up right now. Come on in this house so you can get off your feet… before you know it your ankles will be too swollen to stand!”  

Before she could turn and mosey off with my wrist in tow, I stood firm at the door and almost forced her to turn back to face me.

“Wait Auntie, I want you to meet a couple of my friends really quick.” My statement seemed to finally prompt her to turn to peep behind Destani where Cammie and Angel stood, both smiling like two innocent school girls.

“Oh Lord… girls I am so sorry! I’m just so all over the place sometimes. Hi, I’m Sy’Diyahs aunt, Madison… you girls can call me Aunt Maddie!” She bolted forward to Angel first, wrapped her in a hug before she could even blink, then turned to pull Cammie into a tight embrace.

“Oh I’m so glad you girls could come up for the occasion. It’s so wonderful to have you… we’re gonna make you feel right at home!”

With raised brows and genuine smiles, they both quickly glanced my way and followed along as my aunt led us into the house. Could they be overwhelmed by the super sweet force field that was Aunt Maddie… possibly. But it was simply in her nature to over accommodate whether you liked it or not. I wasn’t too familiarized with Cammie or Angel’s backgrounds or anything pertaining to their family life, but I was almost certain they couldn’t have been prepared for the charades of my aunt.

“There’s a guest bedroom up here, just down the hall from Sy’s room that I hope you girls don’t mind sharing. And Tawny honey you’re more than welcome to pull out the air mattress or share with your sister” My aunt had previously been rambling about something, but I tuned in just as she began to speak on sleeping arrangements.

“How we gone all fit in this one room?” Destani asked.

Stopping abruptly just outside the guest bedroom, my aunt swung around with a smirk and a raised brow “Ms. Destani Rivera, I was not referring to you.”

The girls all burst into laughter and I’m not sure what I laughed harder at… what my aunt said or the expression on Destani’s face.

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 With only one night left until the party, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. The girls and I spent quite a bit of time running back and forth between my aunt’s house and Ms. Joyce’s throughout the evening, splaying all the decorations we’d picked up when we got in town all over her backyard. Well, the girls were running back and forth… while I simply took up space on the back patio watching them work. I had managed to lend a helpful hand earlier in the day, when my aunt was still at work and Ms. Joyce had gone off to the grocery store with Destani’s mother, but the moment they both showed up at the house and ventured out into the yard to check our progress… I was bombarded by their complaints of overdoing it.

“What do you think you’re doing?”… “If you don’t come over here and take a seat, I’m gonna carry you over here myself and strap you to the chair!”… “I can see your ankles swelling from over here… sit down!”… it was overwhelming to say the least. In all honesty, I felt perfectly fine. There was no reason I couldn’t do a bit of harmless decorating in the yard, yet according to them that was entirely too much work for a six and a half month pregnant girl.

So there I sat, with literally nothing to do but drown in my thoughts and suffocate in anxiety. I couldn’t help but create scenario after scenario of what would happen when he walked through the doors of the backyard. I was sure he would be surprised and overwhelmed… but would he be happy? Would he bask in the presence of all his loved ones and rejoice because so many people came to show their love and support for him? Or would he be upset… overwhelmed in the sense that he’d be angry and run away, lock himself in his room because the amount of love and happiness would just be too overbearing? Most of all… how would he respond to me, or… would he respond at all?

As usual, my hand instinctively reached for my hardened belly and as if my seed could feel my very apprehension and worry, it began to kick and tumble in an uncomfortable way, but a way that made me smile nonetheless. My baby was the sweetest reminder that I would be alright. The thought of he or she always assured me that no matter how Chris reacted to me and my bulging belly, I still had something to be happy for and I still had a purpose… even if he pushed me away.

I sat there slowly massaging my stomach and absently staring out into the wide lush yard as the girls laughed and joked and bobbed to the music playing from the portable Bluetooth player on one of the fold out tables. The small box would be used to keep them entertained during set up, but tomorrow Tootie would be bringing out her on again, off again boyfriends stereo set for the actual event.

Still consumed with my thoughts and hypnotized by the sensation of my protective hand caressing my belly, I nearly missed the feeling of another hand landing softly on my left shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” Glancing to my left, I spotted Ms. Joyce leaning in close to me with a pleasant smile on her always angelic face, “Why don’t you come inside for a bit and help out with some of the food? It’s kind of muggy out here… you should come cool down.”

All I really tuned in to was the part about helping out in the kitchen. I was really starting to feel restless just sitting there doing nothing so I was thrilled at the mention of helping with something.

With a smile, I pushed up from my seat, not without the help of Ms. Joyce’s arm, and waddled along behind her through the sliding glass door. Inside, my aunt and Ms. Cynthia were chatting away and laughing over the light sound of Johnny Gill.

“How you feeling baby?” My aunt asked from her station near the stove. There was the largest cutting board I may have ever seen in front of her with an assortment of veggies laid out, solid and ready to be chopped.

“Really good.” I smiled and made it a point to straighten my posture so they could all see, as they simultaneously turned to face me, that I really was feeling just fine.

“You sure? Because I’m about to put you to work over here on the vegetables. I gotta get to work on the mac and cheese and I can certainly use your help.”

With more pep in my step than required, I shifted over beside her and listened intently as she listed off all the items needed for a veggie casserole that left my stomach churning. I fought the urge to gag though… I was too elated to lend a helping hand to ruin the opportunity by throwing up because this pregnancy had me completely against the thought of vegetables.

Happily, I plucked a medium sized sharp knife from beside the cutting board and got to work first on a bundle of carrots.

“Ms. Sy’Diyah honey, I have a question.” Ms. Cynthia asked from somewhere to my right.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Destani mentioned that her lil boyfriend was supposed to be coming up here, but I thought maybe she was just pulling my leg… you know, trying to be funny. Do you know anything about that? Is that boy really coming?”

I almost laughed aloud, because I could really hear the concern in her tone… even though she attempted to mask it by giggling here or there.

“Um, I think he is supposed to be coming in the morning.”

“Oh okay. So it’s a for sure thing?”

“Yes ma’am. He should be here for sure with the basketball coach.” I said.

“Cyn, why you so worried girl?” My aunt chuckled.

“I’m not worried, I just didn’t think Destani was serious about this young man. But now that he’s making appearances all the way in Virginia, I’m starting to see just how serious she is. I haven’t had a chance to really talk to this boy… and now I’m just trying to figure out when I’m gonna have time to sit down and grill him.” We laughed while she remained straight faced and serious.

“Well I don’t think you have anything to worry about Ms. Cynthia. Taylor is a really great guy and I think he’s great with Destani. They really seem to be into each other and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her as happy as she is with him.” I explained, coating my opinion of their relationship with a sugary layer of honesty.  

“Hmm,” She hesitated for a moment, obviously her mind absorbing what I’d just said, “Well I guess I’ll just wait for this boy to get here. You got me curious now Sy.”

Giggling quietly, I shook my head discreetly and finished up the last of the carrots. Next up were a few bulbous onions. I wasn’t too thrilled to cut into them, because I had no desire to be left with burning watery eyes, but I figured I would get through them as quickly as I could and pray they weren’t too fresh.

“And you Ms. Sy’Diyah? Are you ready to see your other half tomorrow?” It was Ms. Joyce speaking now and just before piercing the first onion, I peeped over at her to my left at the stove.

She held a gentle smile, one that naturally left me smiling right back at her as I made my first slice “Yes… yeah, I think I am.”

“Girl, what you mean you think? I know you been missing that boy… ya’ll have been stuck to each other like glue since you were babies. Barely a day without each other since then.” My aunt exclaimed from the eye of the stove beside Ms. Joyce.

I honestly wasn’t sure how to respond to her, so I chose not to respond at all. The silence wasn’t meant for anything other than just that… silence, but it was clear that they thought otherwise.

“Sy…” I glanced over with a smile at the sound of my name and caught the quick worried glance my aunt shared with Ms. Joyce before she turned to face me, “I didn’t mean… I just… I didn’t mean to, you know…”

“Sweetheart, do you mind if I speak to you for just a second?” Ms. Joyce asked softly. Looking from her to my aunt then back at her, I dropped the onion from my left hand and the knife from my right onto the countertop and nodded. Wiping her hands against the front of her apron, she turned toward the arched doorway leading into the family room and I trailed along behind her.

We both claimed a seat on the smaller couch and she immediately turned to face me with a tight-lipped smile.

“How have you been?” She asked after staring at me for seconds longer than I could really bear.

“I’ve been okay.” I mumbled.

“Sy’Diyah… sweetheart,” She started, reaching for my idle hands and gripping onto them as if her life depended on it, “Really… how have you been?”

Scanning my eyes over her face, reading the emotion brewing there in her eyes… I could tell that she too could read the emotion in my eyes and she knew without word that I was just as much of a nervous wreck about her son coming home as she was.

“Ms. Joyce, I… I…”

“I’m scared too, you know.” She whispered… really whispered as though it was only a secret meant to be kept between the two of us. My eyes were beginning to tingle and water at the brims, from the onion residue still permeating my hands I wasn’t sure, but I blinked rapidly to contain the moisture.

“I feel like I haven’t seen him in years,” I spoke just as hushed as she and stared down at our conjoined hands, as I was positive that the moment I looked her in the eyes again the mistaken onion related watery eyes would surely unleash a tear or two, “What if he’s not happy to see me? I’m the reason that he’s even in that place now… what if he’s angry with me because of that?”

She sat there shaking her head and gripping tighter onto my hands with a frown on her face “Listen to me baby, nothing that happened with him is your fault, okay. Nothing. Is that what you’ve been doing all along… blaming yourself? These issues were something that were out of anyone’s hands, except mine perhaps. I should have gotten him the proper help years ago… I should have seen the signs in my son when he was a child and maybe some things could have been prevented. But that’s neither here nor there. Sy’Diyah, believe me when I tell you… you are not to blame in any of this. Chris was… sick. He needed help and his time at the institute was probably long overdue.”

“But… what if I wouldn’t have broken up with him? What if I wasn’t so selfish and just stayed with him and maybe just pushed him to get help then…”

She shook her head quickly then and released my hands to suddenly lean forward and capture my face in the soft palms of her hands “This was not your fault.”

Her words were firm, laced around the edges with anger even, and I had no choice but to stare directly into her honey dipped eyes as they bore into mine.

We sat quiet for a while, her tears falling first and mine not far behind. With the slightest shadow of a smile, she let go of my face and dropped her hands delicately to my belly that kept a gap between us.

“This… my grandbaby… do you know that more than anything, this is what keeps him going every single day? And you and Jaylen of course, but… I would be lying if I said that this wasn’t the most important thing to that boy. He or she… gives him purpose. Every day that I speak to him, he asks ‘Ma, how is she? How is the baby? Has she told you the gender yet?’ He is in that institute breathing life and making himself stronger mentally and emotionally every second of everyday because this baby is giving him a reason to push forward. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen my child this way, really. So… so amped with passion for a baby. He’s still a baby himself… and so are you. And I would never really imagine an almost twenty year old young man being so dedicated to being a father, but I am almost certain that this was his purpose in life. His calling… he was meant to love you hard and love his children even harder.”

“It may not be conventional in the eye of some for me as his mother to support him having not only one, but now two small children at his age and with… what’s going on with him. But it also may not be in my will to care what anyone has to say about my opinion… I am very confident in what’s to come for the two of you. I support you and I’m genuinely happy and excited to see what the future holds for you both, whether together or separate. I had both Chris and Tootie when I was very young, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, nor would I change a thing about the way I chose to raise them on my own. This is your life Sy’Diyah and now as a young mother, it is solely up to you to ensure that your child is raised to the best of your abilities. And I can only hope that you two decide to raise this baby together, and not just co-parent… but again, that is not my decision to make. I’ve been rooting for the two of you since he started dating that Gabriella girl, hell I’ve been rooting for the two of you since you moved in next door!”

She lightened the conversation in that moment and even granted me a moment of laughter, even through the steady stream of hot tears pouring down my enflamed cheeks.

“I love you like you were my own daughter and I think after all these years, I can say it with complete confidence… even as his mother, the one who gave him life and nurtured him for more than half of his life… that boy loves you with his entire heart and he’s barely left even an ounce of love for me,” She smiled and reached forward to swipe a thumb beneath my right eye, “He’ll be elated to see you. He’ll be ecstatic to have you close again. And he’ll go through the roof and straight to the moon when he sees this belly. This is your love child, don’t ever think for even a second that he wouldn’t be less than thrilled about it, okay?”

Nodding briefly, I allowed her to tug me forward into the warmest hug that only she was capable of giving. She held onto me for a while, sniffling occasionally with her head pressed against my shoulder and mine against hers. If those weren’t the greatest words of encouragement I may ever hear, I wasn’t sure whose words would be. She gave me confidence then… helped to push the nervousness right away and instead replaced it with utter excitement and anticipation for tomorrow.

#chrisbrown #chrisbrownff #chrisbrownfanfic #jasminesanders #chrisbrownfanfiction #jasminesandersff #teambreezy #teambreezyff #fanfiction #fanfic

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PSA – on myself !

hi, okay, i’ve had a good night’s sleep and in my dreams and the rest of the morning, i have reflected. and, i’m gonna be honest with all of you, my habit of giving my two cents when it isn’t needed is… stupid, to say the least. i would’ve liked to think i did more good than harm ( especially when it came to my whole slave rp crusade, which i’m realising might be the only thing of value i did for this community ) but that appears to definitely not be the case. i posted an apology for some things said about a year ago though i can’t find it now with my blogs gone. i’m also assuming it was a subpar post regardless. 

so, whether you like me or not, i still feel the need to apologise – so if you feel that some of the things i’ve said has had a negative affect on you or the community, then click below. 

i won’t bring up everything i’ve ever said because honestly, i can’t remember it all. but i will mention some things that have been mentioned last night.

i. tw pedophilia // i’m not good at words. i’m very bad at them, actually. i have a whole lot of trouble articulating my thoughts and usually, most of the time, it comes out completely wrong. i won’t defend my pov ( like i did last night ) because it is a topic i haven’t thought of in ages and an opinion i shouldn’t have stuck with without proper reconsideration. i’m always quick to defend myself, you know? but in this political climate and the way “ minor attracted people ” ( saying that with the most sarcastic of quotations ) are attempting to be apart of the lgbt community… my previous opinion on the matter is absolutely whack. sure, i think help should be offered by therapists and psychologists and all of the professionals in the world. but my previous point was maybe not crucify people with paraphilias in general areas such as tumblr and twitter and whatever. because it will keep them from getting the help needed, but most importantly, prevent any children getting hurt if they don’t. 

but that was wrong. like, completely. clearly, shaming and ridiculing and reporting is the only way to deal with those who see no wrong in their doings. my attention was always shifted towards that do and that was because of a documentary i watched sometime ago. it’s obvious the former, those who think their attraction is valid and healthy, make up the majority of these people. my point of view was skewed based on a singular source and that’s messed up. i realise now that those who know their attraction is wrong will seek help without me coddling them, and my posts would only encourage those who don’t, to be more open & proud about it. i apologise for it seeming that i was accepting pedophiles and their attraction into the community, because that was most definitely not my intention. i have no excuses for this and i will educate myself more, with recent and relevant information, before i ever try and speak on the matter again. especially on a public forum. 

ii. ableism tw // i was diagnosed with autism when i was about eighteen years old. that was very late. and up until that point, i was dealing with a tons of misinformation regarding the people on the spectrum and my own shock & confusion over the diagnosis given. and though that’s not an excuse, it’s also not the reason i said what i said. if you know me, at all, you’ll know that i’m very much obsessed with being an individual and getting a rise outta people. way more back then than now. but that’s who i am. i hopped onto a trend i deemed stupid and attacked it from every angle, not quite thinking of the implication behind the words that i said. 

i realise, later, that why i choose the autistic example might be because of my own issues with it. at the time. over the past two years, i’ve grown so much regarding my identity and i finally feel comfortable, and proud, in my own skin and with my autism. there used to be a time where i hid it and made comments on how ~ i was different ~ , somehow, and i can gladly say that’s not me anymore. i’m very sorry for what i said because i realise how hurtful that must’ve been to the rest of the community. me being autistic myself is no excuse and i know what kind of effect a commentary like that would have on others. especially those who were struggling with it like myself.

iii. every tw under the sun // i’m gonna be honest with y’all, once again my edginess came into play. my need to open my big fat mouth for no other reason other than i could. that post, especially given just how ignorant a lot of the community is on issues mentioned, myself included on some, is bad. it’s a bad take that is bad. and it’s quite possibly the stupidest thing i’ve ever written/read. i know so many writers who have refused to do research and me going up there and saying “ that’s okay, you can do what you want! ” … no. i still believe there’s freedom to write whatever you want, though – but to an extent. there’s a limit that shouldn’t be crossed and that’s the limit i attempted to bend in the post i made. at the time, i think, i felt entitled to have this opinion due to the minorities i’m myself included in. but that’s also a real bad take. i did see people’s point of views then but i think i failed to apologise once more. i’m bad at that, and it’s something i’m working on. 

anyways, to the topic at hand. we need to make people take more responsibility in this community and although i’m getting a whole bunch thrown at me at once, at the moment, i’m a bit grateful for it. i’ve realised thanks to these things being brought back up, that i didn’t apologise and i didn’t take responsibility – and i should’ve. i said things on a public platform that actively reassured people, who should not have been reassured, of their place in this community. racism, homophobia, TRANSPHOBIA, and pedophilia, are among the things that have no place here. i fought so much against the slave roleplays and their opinion on how ~ it’s writing, freedom of speech, and yadada ~ was WRONG. yet, i turned around and wrote a post like that? it was a bad, and hypocritical, take indeed. and one i thoroughly apologise for. 

vi. racism tw // once upon a time, i defended a friend’s roleplay without much knowledge other than ‘ it’s my friends, i have to ! ’ i have the lowest of iq’s, if you can’t tell. anyways. i think it was called siouxfalls, or something like that, and we found out that it was the name of a native tribe. i thought, personally as a white little bitch, that it was no big deal. who cared! ( lots of people, but i really only paid attention to the anons i got… which was… stupid ) and thus, i went out of my way to defend a friend of mine. i didn’t read the plot, i barely looked at the roleplay. i involved myself in a situation i had no clue about, and took it from there. i used a large following and a huge amount of traffic on my blog, to shit on people with genuine concern. there’s no excuse for that! i kept this up for hours, and anons swarmed to my inbox to poke fun at it, too. and i thought, hey, if anons are cool with it – that must mean i’m in the right. i wasn’t. 

there came a time where the other admin of the roleplay, the one i hardly knew, leapt to their roleplay’s defence. in their, very, long post about the matter – they mentioned that, hey, we aren’t forgetting about natives! in fact! there’s gonna be a plot drop about all of those slaughtered there! and that… was yikes. i backed out of the conversation when that happened. and that also a bad decision! i should’ve stuck around, spoken to this person i actually had access to – and 1. realised my own wrongdoings for the night, and 2. used the audience i had to correct myself and draw attention to an even bigger issue. i didn’t. i let it go, hoping no one would remember. i was in a shitty position of allowing racist subtext into the community and diminishing the concern of people of color, and i sincerely apologise. i was a 15 minute of fame whore and i didn’t bother with the feelings of others. i was, in all honesty, a garbage person. and i take full responsibility for that. 

v. no tw because this is more of a general statement // i am sure there are more specific things that i’ve done and that i’ve said, but with the sheer amount of garbage that came out of my mouth, i have trouble recalling anything significant. i would gladly accept receipts and reminders from everyone and anyone. i’m not asking you to coddle me, but i really do wish you’d help me take some responsibility. memory like a goldfish and like 5k posts of bullshit just don’t add up. anyways. since my latest ‘ jayden said something fucking stupid ’ discourse was about a year ago, i feel like i have grown. tumblr, for me, was a very bad place to be in many ways. i’m not saying the community is toxic but it was to me. i like attention and i like getting asks and i like putting my two cents out there. it created a whole bunch of issues and it gave me a bigger platform than i should’ve had. with my absence, which i’m also a bit grateful for, i spent more time on other social medias and i learned more about issues i never even began reading about on here. 

i’m not saying i’m the brightest now, either, but i’m definitely smarter. i didn’t come back to the rpc, with the exception of one or two posts, because i don’t feel like i should have an audience to barely formed opinions. and i’m not apologising now because it was all brought up but because it being brought up reminded me of damage i’d caused. i’d be an idiot to think it should be swept under the rug, because it shouldn’t! if it weren’t from the backslash of the rpc, i never would’ve second-guessed my opinions and reevaluated them, and that’s extremely important. it’s important to hold people accountable and it’s important to make sure apologies are made. i’m not asking for anyone to forgive me, because let’s be real, this was long overdue. though, i hope this has made it clear that my opinions aren’t the same as they once were and i genuinely am apologetic for damage done.

i don’t know if any of this was remotely coherent, but i hope it was? the anon feature is back on, and hopefully instead of racist commentary, it can be used for things more constructive. once again, no need to hold my hand, but if you feel like i’ve missed out on anything that should be addressed – please let me know! like i’m not the same dimwit i was a year ago. that’d be too freaking sad. anyways, once again, i apologise for what i’ve said and many lessons have been learned. believe me. 

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