#FUCKING GO THERE THEN STOP TALKINGGGG
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i dont know why anyone puts up w me i feel like i literally act like a fucking soapbox preacher just going on and on and on abt the gospel of ascetic cults and orpheus and dionysian ecstacy and vedic astrology and gram parsons like i literally cant stop talkingggg 😭 😭
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black lightning.. spoilers ahead.
🤣🤣 “don’t piss me off im coming” the face and that attitude yaasssss jenn!
so we iust living in an abandoned ... train? ight Khalil.
i just wanna know if khalil and jenn took a shower yet.
cup o noodles khalil? disrespectful. ain’t nobody wants the cup.
wait ... this reminiscing bit... this only happens when somebody is about to die....
wait did she call them promoter dreads? 🤣🤣🤣🤣 IM CRYN
emeli sande’s happen playing in the background... somebody gonna die 😭
man im crying already cause this music... somebody bout to die.
they love each other so much 😭
JENN!!!!! 😭
lawd emeli playing in the background slaying STOP ATTACKING ME
buuttttttt that scene was a lil too long 😂
they done went and got a pet water bug.
WAYMENT when did lynn get a shotgun tho 😩
Todd irritating as hell.
LMFAO these mini waffles and drummettes 💀
the garnish on the waffles 😂😂
anissa and this damn whatever the hell gambi gave her to drive .... WHY GAMBI WHY where is the jeep 🙄
Jefferson’s Spanish 🤣
uh oh.
LYNN 😭💔
lawd why they doing this to lynn man. WHYYYY
shut up khalil.
LMAO she said rikers island 😂
OMG SHES HOME 😭
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love a reunion. I LOVE A FAMILY.
lmao jeff said he’d whoop his ass. ilove a dad.
Tobias... a thumb .. really? why are you like ike this. 😂
pimpy ass preacher 😂😂😂😂
SHUT UP TODD
🤣🤣🤣🤣 “well well well.. look what didn’t drag khalil in” DECEASED
LMAOOOOOO TODD A WHOLE HOE FOR THAT BUT IM CRYN
ILL SLIT YOUR THROAT LIL BITCH YAASSSS look Todd a brave ass bitch.
cutter... you can’t use the same insult within minutes.
Khalil...
PERIOD! 😂
KHALIL stop talkingggg jeff ain’t tryna hear nothing 😩
where’s anissa tho.
LMFAO shooting people in the ass with darts.
henderson kills me 🤣
there’s my girl 😍
anissa and jenns bond 😍
i just feel like khalils gonna die. this dialogue ...
😭😭😭😭😭😭 khalillll hes gonna die isn’t he? this reunion with his mom i just 😪
run her over or go around 🤣 i know i shouldn’t laugh but 😂😂🤦🏾♀️
put your hands up 🤣😭 cutter looking like ... lol silly wabbits.
she killed the whole damn department.... shit.
Jenn 😩💔
TOBIAS... SYONIDE 👏🏾 IS 👏🏾 DEAD 👏🏾
OH MY GOD
NO WHAT THE FUCK
OH MY GOD
😢😖😢😢😢😢💔
Fuck dude.
He didn’t deserve that.
i just .... 😢😣
😔
Tobias has to die. And JENNIFER BETTER BE THE ONE TO DO IT.
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Masterpiece (Chapter 15)
Hello everyone! So it’s my birthday today and I wanted to celebrate it by posting the latest chapter of Masterpiece! I know it’s been a good few months since I’ve updated but university and exams happened. I hope you’re all healthy and enjoy this chapter!
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Chloe’s sense were tingling all over as she felt Nathanaël’s hands rest on her waist almost immediately after she pulled him in. It was a rush, all the stupid pent up feelings after living next door to the redhead artist for the past three months were flowing out. Her hands snaked around his neck and she could swear he was smiling as they kissed. Chloe wanted nothing more than to stay with him.
She wanted this.
She felt herself melt into Nathanaël, her body on top of his, and him slowly lowering his body onto the couch. His one hand moved from her waist to her chin and tilted her head slightly so that he could kiss her deeply.
What happened to being friends?
She moaned into the kiss as she felt his tongue lick her bottom lip. What happened to just being a friend? Her hands moved to his chest, gripping the soft material of his shirt.
Chloe you fucking idiot.
She broke off the kiss and felt her heart shatter. Nathanaël looked at her, a mix of emotions flickering on his face, confusion, sadness, worry and the worst one that made Chloe want to cry...uneasiness.
“Chloe?” he whispered softly and she wasted no time in grabbing her phone and began blubbering.
“Nathanaël, this was such a big mistake. Oh my word. I should not have done that. Can we please forget about this? I just- there’s too much going on now and fuck- I….I didn’t mean to do this-”
Chloe closed her mouth abruptly and sighed in defeat before looking at the artist with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Without another word, she walked to the door and left the apartment.
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Chloe woke up sweating and she ripped off her blanket to get rid of the excess heat.
“Fuck,” she whispered as she put her head in her hands.
It had been a few days after she had walked out of his apartment.
A few days after she had kissed Nathanaël.
The person she had tormented in high school.
The person who showed her unbelievable kindness.
The person she had fallen for so hard in a few days.
The person she promised herself that she would be friends with.
And friends only.
Ever since that day, she would avoid Nathanaël at all costs. Waking up earlier, dodging him when she saw him in the corridors and always keeping her head low. Even the slightest flash of red hair had her walking faster and it was slowly eating her alive. She checked her phone and groaned in frustration. There was only four more days till the gallery viewing and she wasn’t even sure if she was going anymore. Hell, was she even still invited?
She wouldn’t be surprised if Nathanaël took her name off the guest list.
“Even if I did go...would Nathanaël want me there?” Chloe whispered and she choked back a sob.
“Why...why did I kiss him? Chloe, you’re such an idiot!” she hissed.
Her phone began to beep and she let out a scream of frustration. She still had to go to work and she knew that Mr. Shelley wasn’t going to be be kind to her without Nathanaël by her side. She got up, got dressed, did her hair and brushed her teeth before ripping open a strawberry energy bar she had bought a few days prior. It was nothing like the breakfasts she had with Nathanaël but God knew she couldn’t face him.
It was still early and she knew that there was absolutely no chance that Nathanaël would be awake, so she was in the clear. She walked out the door, her bag over her shoulder and turned to close the door before she saw a flash of red from the corner of her eye. Nathanaël was unlocking his apartment door and to her surprise, he didn’t seem to see her. She heard him curse as he dropped his keys and watched him in confusion.
“Is he...drunk?”she whispered to herself as she saw him release a few more swears in anger.
She sighed and even though she didn’t want to look at him, he seemed so out of it that she bagan walking towards him.
“Nathanaël,” she said and immediately covered her mouth at how loud his name had come out.
He looked up and the look in his eyes had Chloe stumbling back. She could smell the alcohol on him and the glare he was giving her did not make her feel better at all.
“Heyyyy! Well...welllll...isn’t it Little Miss Sunshine? Come to bring dark clouds on my day? Oh, waitttt...youuuu already did that!” he slurred as he managed to pick up his keys and he shoved them into the lock.
Okay, so he is definitely drunk...shit this is bad.
“Nathanaël are you...okay?”
Nathanaël put a hand to his head and winced.
“Please stop talkingggg. You are so louddd,” he whined as he tried to turn the keys but his hands weren’t cooperating. “You knowww...I thought you changed Chloe...but you’re still the same manipulativeee, cold person you were in high schoollll,” he drooled and Chloe squeezed her fists so hard that she felt her nails digging into her palms.
He’s drunk. He doesn’t mean these things...or does he?
“I never thought you’d kiss meee...why did you pull away…?”
Chloe knew he was in no right mind to talk about his feelings. She felt his words sting but she couldn’t avoid them now. She needed to get him into his apartment before he hurt himself. She sighed heavily and put her hand on top of his. He tensed up and he turned to look at her, his eyes slightly red and watery.
“Nathanaël...I need you to let me help you into your apartment. Can you let me do that for you?”
For a minute he was silent before he nodded and let her open the door. She turned around and watched his legs buckle and she rushed in to catch his body from falling. He was heavy but she could manage getting him inside.
“Chloeeeee, Chloe, Chloe, Chloe.” he murmured into her shoulder and she shivered.
Why was it that even when he was drunk, hearing him say her name made her insides melt? She managed to get him to his bedroom and he collapsed on his bed, facedown.
“So softtt,” he said into the pillows and Chloe had to suppress a laugh. It was funny seeing him so loose and ditzy.
“C’mon. Let’s get you ready for bed-”
With those words being said, he turned his body and faced her, a grin slowly spreading across his face.
“What are you implying, my dear Chloeeee?” he purred and her jaw dropped.
“No. Get your damn brain out of the gutter, Nathanaël!” she squeaked but he cocked his head to the side, exposing the skin on his neck and she felt her stomach squeeze.
“But...you were all over me a few days ago? What changed hmmmm?”
“No, we are not talking about that now. How are you still able to embarrass me when you’re like this?” Chloe said clenching her fists but the blush was undeniable.
“Special talentsss.”
“I think you need a nice long nap,” she murmured, calming down and he gazed at her from the bed.
She took off his shoes and noticed that they were quite the make. She took in his appearance for the first time and her eyes widened. He smelt of cigarettes and vodka. He had on a dark purple shirt and black pants and he looked quite sweaty...like he had been dancing-.
“Are you serious, Nathanaël? You went out clubbing? You have four days till your gallery viewing!” she scolded and he winked at her in response.
“You little shit-” she breathed and he smirked.
“What? You gonna tell me that I should’ve stayed home? Waiting for you to come knocking on my door? Waiting for you to kiss me again?” he asked and she bit her bottom lip and refused to meet his eyes.
“Nathanaël I- I don’t have time to explain why I reacted like that. I need to go to work-”
“...Why did you leave me?”
Chloe closed her mouth and looked at him and saw how...broken he looked. He crawled over to her, his hands on her shoulders. Even though Chloe would usually be repulsed by the scent of so much alcohol on one person, she was still drawn to Nathanaël. The cologne he wore was intoxicating and the smell of cigarettes was sort of comforting. It reminded her of how she used to party...when she was still wealthy.
“Chloe…” he whispered and put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up so that they were eye to eye.
“Nathanaël I can’t do this-” she started but stopped when she felt his lips on hers.
They were warm and chapped but oh so familiar and wonderful that Chloe was lost for a few moments. She broke off the kiss, her heart hurting.
“I need to go-” he kissed her again and she succumbed to it.
No, get yourself together Chloe!
She broke it off again but found that he always had something to say and then he would kiss her again.
His words hurt.
Her feelings hurt.
Everything hurt.
“Don’t leave,” his words burned as did his feather soft kisses and she felt tears running down her cheeks. He began to kiss her tears away.
“You’re drunk-” she sniffed and he brushed her cheek with his thumb, leaving kisses along her jaw.
“That doesn’t make these feelings untrue,” he said as his mouth moved to her neck and she wanted to resist him so badly but his words...they couldn’t possibly mean anything since he was in this state.
“Nathanaël you’re not thinking straight-” she gasped as his mouth found her collarbone.
“My brain has never been clearer,” he murmured as he laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.
Chloe stood still waiting to see what he would say but he was quiet. She relaxed when his breathing evened out.
Looks like he fell asleep.
Chloe was relieved. She wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if he was still awake. She managed to move his body under the covers and retrieved a bucket from under the sink incase he needed it later. She knew he was going to be nursing a bad hangover once he woke up so she left a glass of water and a headache tablet next to his bed.
She only noticed that she was trembling slightly when she left his apartment. Her stomach churned uncomfortably and she felt tears on her cheeks again. She thought helping Nathanaël would make her feel better but it only made her feel worse. Nathanaël’s words still echoed in her head.
I thought you changed Chloe...but you’re still the same manipulativeee, cold person you were in high schoollll.
I never thought you’d kiss me...why did you pull away?
What? You gonna tell me that I should’ve stayed home? Waiting for you to come knocking on my door? Waiting for you to kiss me again?
They had hurt. A lot. She exhaled and tried to stop her trembles by breathing in deeply. She wiped away her tears, knowing full well that her eyes would still be red and puffy but she could clean up in the restaurant bathrooms once she got to work.
“You need to go to work,” she told herself softly and began to walk away from his door when four figures appeared at the end of the corridor.
They looked like they had just come back from a club with their sparkly looking outfits- Chloe felt her gut squeeze for the tenth time that day and cursed inwardly. Adrien. Marinette, Alya and Nino were all standing there, all crowded around Adrien’s phone looking worried.
“Shit, we turn our backs for one minute and he’s gone!” Ayla groaned.
“Guys, I’m sure he probably just drunkenly got to his apartment. Which number was his again? There’s at least seven storys in this building.” Marinette said with a sigh.
“I think it’s 257? Or is it 377?” Nino murmured.
“Why don’t we know his apartment number?” Adrien said in frustration.
“He hardly invites us around because he’s almost always working, you know that!” Marinette said in a warning tone.
At that moment, Adrien looked up and his expression of worry turned into on of surprise.
“Chloe?”
Oh fuck, today just keeps getting better and better.
Alya, Marinette and Nino also looked up and stared.
“Hey Adrien,” she said trying really hard to make her voice not wobble.
“Are...are you okay?” he asked taking a few steps forward.
No. I’m not okay.
“Yes I’m okay...Nathanaël is okay. He’s in bed and he has a throw up bucket next to his bed if he needs it.”
Adrien nodded and they stood there awkwardly.
“Well, I need to go to work. Bye.”
She began walking and managed to get past them before a voice rung out.
“Wait! You really think you’re getting off that easily?” Ayla’s voice boomed and Chloe felt her veins fill with ice.
She spun around facing the four people. “What do you want from me, Césaire?” Chloe hissed.
I don’t need this so early in the morning dammit!
“Oh I don’t know? An apology? An explanation for why Nathanaël got flat out drunk tonight?”
“I don’t know why he did that! He’s an adult and he can do what he wants!”
Marinette grabbed Alya’s arm, “Alya stop! Now is not the time for confrontation!”
Ayla let out a humourless laugh.
“Marinette, this has been a long time coming. This girl needs to taught that you can’t just use people!”
“I never used Nathanaël! He’s been nothing but kind to me!” Chloe snapped.
Alya glared at Chloe.
“Then why has he been so miserable the past few days? Why did he have shot after shot of alcohol? Why did we have to drag him back from the club? Nathanaël never gets flat out drunk. Ever! People show you kindness and then you throw them away the minute you’ve used them to your fancy!”
Chloe was visibly shaking and Nino noticed.
“Alya, I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all of this but Nathanaël is our top priority right now. We can’t waste time on arguments that are fueled by anger,” he said gently trying to calm down the angry journalist.
“Fuck that Nino! Nathanaël has been our friend for years and Chloe has always brought us down-”
Ayla turned to face Chloe again and she smirked.
“Nathanaël said you changed and I honestly didn’t believe him but I waited to be proved wrong. I was willing to give you a chance at the gallery viewing but clearly I was right.”
Alya walked forward so that she was only a few meters away from Chloe. Nino put a hand on her shoulder and looked terrified. Marinette was holding Adrien’s hand tightly and Adrien looked torn between his friends.
“You’re still the same spoilt brat-” Alya began and Chloe felt her body tense.
“-Soul-sucking, awful-
Chloe felt rage settle in her veins and tried to control her breathing.
“-person who feels like everything can be solved with money-”
Chloe bit the inside of her cheek and tasted blood.
“-who uses people! I knew it was too good to be true-”
Chloe saw red.
“But somehow Nathanaël saw something-”
Chloe inhaled sharply and felt her hand connect with Alya’s cheek.
The high pitched sound seemed to echo and Chloe could see the shock on Adrien, Nino and Marinette’s faces. Alya was touching her cheek, her expressions changing from shock to anger to surprise. Chloe knew it wouldn’t take her long to react so she started screaming.
“Don’t you dare claim that I am still the same person from high school when you hardly know me. I have changed, Alya. I know I’m not perfect. I went from having everything I could possibly want, gone in three months. I’ve had to work at a restaurant that hardly pays my rent, let alone food and other necessities. I’ve had to sell priceless heirlooms to make ends meet. I’ve seen all the shit in Paris. I’ve been harassed on the street. I’ve had to get my supper from garbage bins because I couldn’t afford groceries. I’ve had to go for days without showering because I couldn’t pay my water bill. I’ve been sexually harassed at my workplace!”
Chloe paused to breathe and for a minute saw the faces of the four people she was yelling at. They seemed to stop breathing.
“Nathanaël was the one person who has made me the most happy in a long time. He cared. He showed me kindness like no other. He checked on me everyday and made me food and always invited me over. I was stubborn and prideful but he kept pushing and trying to break my walls down. He taught me how beautiful the world could be. Hell, I apologized to every single classmate in our class because of him!”
Chloe wasn’t sure when she had started crying again. Her vision was blurry and her chest ached.
“I apologized to everyone. Juleka, Rose, Ivan, Max, Alix- everyone. I sat with them and listened to what a bitch I had been. I’ve heard it all. I was a terrible, awful, selfish, mean, shitty, bitchy, person. I get it. I always planned on apologizing to you. I was going to do it at the gallery viewing but…”
Chloe looked at Alya directly in her eyes and took a step forward and Alya flinched. She saw Nino step in front of Alya, his eyes burning with rage.
“You touch her again-”
“This doesn’t include you Nino. Your girlfriend started this and I’m finishing it,” Chloe growled and he glared at her.
Chloe could see the shock ebbing away from Alya’s face but she still touched the sensitive skin on her cheek. Chloe moved so that Alya could see her face and she looked at the brunette coldly.
“It looks like you haven’t changed a bit either Alya. Always jumping to conclusions and never letting someone else tell their side of the story. Makes me wonder how you became such a renowned journalist. Don’t make assumptions about me until you’ve heard my story,” Chloe said darkly and there was some sort of comfort that she got as she told off the reporter.
She saw Alya’s eyes widen and the reporter touched her boyfriend’s shoulder gently. Maybe this was why she had enjoyed bullying people because she felt so damn powerful.
No, this is not what Nathanaël would want and suddenly she took a step back. She saw Adrien step forward, his expression full of anger.
“How can you say that Nathanaël is the only one who reached out to you? What about me Chloe? I tried! But you never let me in! You never answered my calls!”
Chloe looked at him and nodded sadly.
“You have every right to be angry Adrien. I did shut you out. I didn’t want your help. I was too prideful to let you help me and….” Chloe trailed off and her eyes moved to Marinette, who was staring at her.
“You had Marinette. You had the one person I had bullied the most in high school and you were both successful. I didn’t want help from you because that meant getting help from her. Pride is an awful trait that I have but I wanted none of it. I cut you out and you eventually stopped coming over. I was okay for a while but when I started hitting the deep end and struggling, I wished that you would visit but I knew it was futile. You have every right to be angry at me Adrikins. I am sorry and I would like to think you could find somewhere in your heart to forgive me but...clearly nothing has changed.”
The four people looked at the tear stained waitress, who looked exhausted even though it was only the early hours of the morning.
“I’m already late for work. Goodbye.”
Chloe spun around and began to walk to the end of the corridor to take the stairs but stopped before she walked down. She knew they were all still watching her. She could feel their stares.
“Oh and one more thing. Nathanaël’s apartment number is 287. Please take care of him.”
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A new mysme blog!! Your stuff is so cute and I love your writing! Can I get a reaction to how seven would react to MC who ends up falling in love with saeran? Like if his route was the same except instead of mc loving him back, she was just his best friend and she chooses saeran over him? If that makes sense snfndnfbeb. Every new blog needs to get angst eventually hueheheh
omg asdjfalslkf no problem! i have always loved the idea of mc falling for a different character when seven kept pushing her away so this is gold. also instead of using gender neutral pronouns like i usually do, i used the pronouns she/her since those are the ones used in the ask!
Saeyoung should have seen this coming. He should have seen the signs of her slowly becoming discouraged every time he pushed her away, and yet he hadn’t. Every day was torture when he logged into the chatroom and saw his brother, Saeran, flirting with MC. The same MC who was supposed to be his, from the very beginning…
“You and MC seem to be getting along pretty well, even though you tried to blow her up, haha,” Saeyoung joked one day. Peering over the shoulder of his brother, he non-conspicuously watched the easy-going messages flow between the two. His face turned sour. That used to be him, before he revealed his real self.
“Yeah, and?” Saeran glared at Saeyoung, unimpressed with his lack of subtlety. “We’re talking,” was the simple sentence that seemed to bring a hint of a smile onto the otherwise stoic man.
Saeyoung whistled a bit as he grabbed a chair and pulled it in front of Saeran, plopping himself down in order to stare directly at him. A weak grin appeared on his face.
“Talkingggg, or just talking?”
Saeran’s frown at the man deepened and he yanked away from his brother. “Leave me the hell alone.” The moment he walked away, Saeyoung’s face dropped and he glared at the wall, kicking at the ground. He knew it was pitiful to throw a tantrum like a little kid who didn’t get his way, but he couldn’t help it. The one thing that brought joy into his life, besides Saeran, was being taken away. Ha, one light in his life was taking away the other, haha! Saeyoung couldn’t help the giggles that crawled out of his throat. Wasn’t life so funny?
The laughs quickly turned into tears and he silently sobbed. Screaming, he threw the chair across the room and watched as it skittered to a stop. His glasses somehow also made their way on the ground, lenses cracked and sides snapped. Saeran ran into the room, a look of anger on his face, before it subsided into quiet confusion.
“Saeyoung…? What’s wrong?” He dared to venture closer, taking each step slowly so as to not startle his brother any further.
“You are what’s wrong!” He screamed, ignoring the hurt look he received. “You and fucking MC! Was this some kind of sick joke? Was this your plan all along? To get me to fall for MC only to take her away?”
Saeyoung couldn’t stop the rant that poured from his lips, and he didn’t even when Saeran fervently shook his shoulders.
“Stop being ridiculous! You pushed her away! I can’t take away something that was never yours to begin with.”
The words came from Saeran before he could even stop them. But the damage had been done. The tear-filled eyes of his brother held a small dejected light, as though he knew what Saeran said had been the truth. Because it was the truth. MC was never Saeyoung’s because he never let her be; he continuously fought against her, the person who tried so hard to be in his life.
“Do you love her?” It was a simple sentence, yet it hung dangerously in the air. The tension was so thick, Saeyoung struggled to breathe, and yet his brother stood still, too still and too quiet.
Finally, he spoke.
“Yes.”
Saeyoung had known the answer before Saeran confessed. But somehow, he didn’t even notice when his knees gave out beneath him and his tears pooled around his head. He blocked out everything around him, and let his self-pity and self-hatred swallow him.
#mm#mysme#mystic messenger#mm imagines#mysme imagines#mm scenarios#mysme scenarios#mm seven#saeyoung choi#luciel choi#mm saeran#saeran choi#mc x saeran#this is mine
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blacksirencry replied to your photo
Oh my god, oona Chaplin said the worst thing ever in response to her character being tom hardy's half sister and love interest. "Where does the taboo lie now? I think it’s in incest. [...] Until we make it normal that brothers and sisters can fuck, I think that’ll still be the only interesting aspect of sex that remains. Maybe. I don’t know. I’ve never tried it . . . yet.” Like honey stop talkingggg
cleoselene replied to your photo
Oona's comments too... LORD
ADIASFJHKSFSDJHKHJ WHAT THE HELL
THE ONLY INTERESTING ASPECT... OF SEX... “I’VE NEVER TRIED IT...YET”
can someone please go talk to oona chaplin.... enroll her in some goddamn therapy
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