#after like. 10 minutes or so. it was fucking crazy. i thought media and pop culture was lying about people doing that.

[coloursofaparadox]

im still not over the sleep thing one sec i gotta rant about this shit

#i think the problem now is that historically my sleep habits have been Really Messed Up by what can loosely be called insomnia my whole life #its always kinda just been a given that if im in bed and i cant sleep there is absolutely nothing that can be done to help #and thats not for lack of trying i have tried every meditation and suggested solution possible. it does not happen. #if i cant fall asleep and try to force myself w/o distractions i will be awake staring at the ceiling for hours. usually till the morning #thats not an exaggeration it happened often before i gave up on it. so i figured out coping methods! #namely 1) making sure my body is taken care of as well as possible to make sure its not caused by pain or hunger or anxiety #and 2) not trying to force it and accepting itll happen when it happens. and then reading a book or watching a show on a dim screen #until i physically cant keep my eyes open and then i can fall asleep. if i try any earlier than that no dice. my brain wakes itself up again #these worked for years! but now thanks to adhd meds that actually make my brain quiet. uh. these same coping methods are. not working #im physically tired and start my usual routine and wait to pass out while reading but i just. dont. ever. #like. the physically tired feeling has never made a difference in my body cooperating with sleep. but now apparently it will???? #and ive been ignoring it??? bc im used to it not working? i tried just. closing my eyes and trying to lay still yesterday and it WORKED #after like. 10 minutes or so. it was fucking crazy. i thought media and pop culture was lying about people doing that. #anyways. apparently i can fall asleep like a human and not some kind of weird chronically exhausted cryptid now. #(because of new adhd meds to be clear) but i havent been because i didnt even think to TRY it. since. yknow. cryptid status. #shits weird.

[jenoutof10]

Hi.... If you don't mind me asking, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....

hi! i definitely dont mind, this is such a fun ask so i'm SO SORRY ive only answered now 😭 also im horrible at explaining my thoughts so please bear with me...

1. jujutsu kaisen

i can go on and on about jjk but I'm trying to keep this short so I don't go on an endless rant. OKAY. i love the power system of jujutsu, it's simple but also pretty flexible and creative, i love the historical and traditional aspect of it + how it ties into clan culture, i love how it branches into barrier techniques, reverse cursed technique, binding vows, etc. for characters like gojo in particular i love how he's pictured as the strongest and how akutami shows the gap between him vs all other sorcerers, like he was in a whole different league and how his birth changed/tipped the balance of the world of jujutsu. i love the whole "saving others" thing like how yuuji wants to save everyone, megumi wants to save good people, nobara wants to save the people who mean alot to her, gojo thinking abt how he can only save people who want to be saved, geto wanting to save sorcerers from non sorcerers, etc. i like how the series has aspects of history (like how sugawara no michizane was a sorcerer and how his descendants include the gojo clan is ⅓ of the three main clans of the series, and basically the entirety of tengen (lol)). i love the anime adaptation and how crazy the animation is (when s1 came out i was alr baffled but after watching s2 and looking back at s1 im even more impressed at their development), the manga's artstyle i was a big fan of but now not so much (the scratchyness and alternating thick and thin rough lines around the time of shibuya arc were PEAK). besides that as a buddhist myself, the multiple buddhism references in the series really cemented my love for it as it felt familiar and it feels like ur getting a shout out esp since most shows feature themes of catholicism and christianity.

2. blue lock

i'm honestly unathletic af idk why im here. i think what hooked me was the whole individualistic + egoist concept and the elimination setting (like squid game) 🙏 for me blue lock's prime is [2nd selection, 4v4] until the end of [u20 arc], i really liked the art style during that period! sadly, i feel blue lock has fallen off ever since the current NEL arc, it feels as if theyve deviated from the original ego concept (fuck this whole "protagonism" thing man wtf) and the artstyle has undergone changes im not particular to. also the anime wack af.

3. bungou stray dogs

im going to be honest. i did NOT like bsd. s1-s3 was too all over the place for me and i really did not get the series at all, i actually thought it ended but then they released s4 & s5 in 2023. almost a year since s4 came out, i came around to watching it and i got HOOKED, i think a big factor was that there was less fillers and a lot more action scenes, plus the detective vs mastermind thing truly popped off in s4 + s5. besides that, i enjoyed the introduction of new cast and the return of previous ones (now as allies). sure, there's plot holes and the anime cuts off a handful of scenes but it WAS an incredibly enjoyable watch. plus i'd say bsd has mountains of content (atleast in comparison with other serieses) because besides your usual manga, anime, and occasionally stage play adaptation. you have the alt univ. BEAST, light novels like stormbringer or 55 minutes, wan!, and even bsd gaiden (which has nothing to do w the main series)

4. haikyuu

THE classic. it was the first anime i got into when i started quarantine and it brought back my animanga phase. i love how the characters all have interesting stories to tell, their own motivations and personalities. lots of teamwork, teambuilding, found family(?) aspects, plus all the themes have their own specific themes which i dig a lot (ex. inarizaki and their foxes + shrines). plus i love how this series captures the thrill of watching sports, it MIGHT be overexaggerated to some but i get lightheaded when theyre at match-point and on the verge of losing so it does provide some kind of high. OH and i like that they show realistic wins and losses.

5. hunter x hunter

i have not read the manga but this show was serious to me. i'm a sucker for meta and power systems, and nen is like... actually insane. i love the characters SO MUCH, the variety of designs and appearances, how the series shows the way they grow throughout their adventures and experiences, the way they show a character's relationship with the rest of the cast, etc. it also gives a somewhat nostalgic vibe? i love the opening, endings, OSTs + narrator. it truly does feel like ur tagging along on their adventures, it was a real tearjerker for me tbh.

6. avatar: the last airbender + the legend of korra

i think atla is an amazing show bcs 1. cool setting and world building 2. the cultural references 3. cool dynamics 4. character personalities and development 5. cool power system and fighting styles 6. found family etc etc... ITS A COMPLETE PACKAGE. im p sure not much are fond of tlok but i love it. i think some reasons include the fact that korra isnt like aang, but i think thats what makes tlok interesting, korra is 17 when the show starts and the show continues to follow how she grows and develops into a fully realized avatar both physically and spiritually. i also think its bcs of how they modernized bending and how lots of the cultural aspect is lost but i think its an incredible and interesting way to showcase real life modernization.

7. jojo's bizarre adventure

jjba CHANGED ME 😭 this series is actually insane like if it was a person please get it to a mental ward. i think as an artist, it holds a very dear place in my heart. the show itself is absurd and unbelievable so it keeps you on your toes (dont mind the plot holes and inconsistencies, at some point you're just gonna have to live with it). but the selling point for me is the characters, everyone has amazing, colorful and distinct designs that match well with their personalities and overall air. not to mention the artstyle and references in everything to everything? lol. the show's different parts also feature different main casts, dynamics and storylines, sometimes they do a callback to a previous part.

okay! it was very hard choosing between the 7 of them but i think they actually were the ones that truly left an impact on me. thank you so much for the ask i finally got the chance to ramble about the stuff i consume 😭😭😭 there's a lot of media I'd love to talk about and mention so maybe one day ill make a post on hopefully all the media ive consumed.

honorable mentions:

genshin impact

i started genshin in 2021 when 1.3 came out, i was dead serious about this game during quarantine. i love liyue so much its what truly got me hooked (everything from the music, the sights, etc. for me liyue/pre inazuma was prime genshin), i enjoyed building characters and doing showcases too. started losing interest when sumeru came out and slowly stopped logging in/playing daily. the reason i wont put this in the actual list is bcs im pretty clueless about the new characters and story, nor do i have much interest in them. (i came back to do the lantern rite event, love the new liyue regions!)

detective comics

i love action and fights, especially when they feature powers, so liking superheroes makes sense 🤷 DC gets shit on alot bcs of the DCEU but the films aside i like DC better than marvel. im particular to gotham and the batfam, it's just more dark and gritty, plus there's lotsa drama going on LOL. the gotham knights cast also branches alot like to young justice (I LOVE YOUNG JUSTICE 😭), teen titans, titans, birds of prey, and ofc justice league.

chainsaw man, mob psycho 100, code geass, assassination classroom, neon genesis evangelion, trigun, fairy tail

#ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I HAD SO MUCH FUN HAHAHA #🍑 ask jen #🍑 jen geeks

[chocominnie]

One Last Time 06 —  Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

‘‘ I swear I am going to have someone beat your ass Park Jimin!’’

‘‘ It’s not my fucking fault! I broke up with her but you lead her to the apartment  knowing she’ll follow!’‘

‘‘ Damn it Jimin im going to kick your ass!’‘

Your eyes pop open just in time to see Jungkook on-top of Jimin hitting him repeatedly on the face while Jimin manages to push him off of him and begin his fist fight against him. He straddles Jungkook to the floor and punches are thrown left and right. Now the sudden headache of seeing the two brothers fight has began in your head and you cannot stand hearing the groaning and yelling between them. Bringing your hand up to signal them to stop, you realize they don’t even know you’ve awakened.

 Jungkook on the other hand is not having it so he throws Jimin off of him harshly making Jimin groan. The way he grabs Jimin’s collar with venom fast strength finally gives you the courage to yell out to them.

‘‘ Stop! Damn it, you two are like literal fucking teenagers. Act your age!”

The both of them turn their heads toward you slowly. Jungkook drops his fist, which was going to connect with Jimin’s face. You take a good look at them. Freshly bruised from each-other. Great.

‘‘ You think fighting is going to solve this problem huh? Get over here now.” You say, eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Jungkook gives Jimin a death glare before rushing to your side and feeling your forehead. You slap his hand away and pull him down by his shirt only for him to recieve a harsh slap to the forehead.

‘‘ Shit!” He stumbles back and rubs his forehead. He shoots you a glare, wanting to yell at you but doesn’t.  You motion for Jimin to come to you too. He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

‘‘ I don’t think it’s necessary for you to do that..” He says, as if your death glare towards him isn’t enough to tell him you aren’t joking whatsoever.

He gets the memo when you disregard his comments before hanging his head low and bending down a little to your height. One slap against the forehead and two across the wrists.

‘‘ That’s for you fighting He was only looking out for me. The last two were for having a psychotic girlfriend who almost killed me. Look at my wrist!’‘

You hold them out to see two I.V’s, one for blood transfusion and the other a regular for nutrients on your right wrist. Both of them bandaged up which does need to be changed because of the old blood.

‘‘ I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t know she would be this upset.’‘ Jimin says, hanging his head low. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him out of annoyance.

‘‘ Whatever. I already called my lawyer for your case. Since Isabel tried to attempt murder to you, you will win this case for sure.’‘ He proudly leans against the wall hoping to atleast crack a smile from you.

You don’t smile though. The last thing you need is another scandal. If this were to make the news and blogs right now then it could be a bad thing. You’ve just started your modeling career again and right now would be the worst time to have something like that. 

Jimin leans on the wall with his hands in his pockets, still avoiding locking eyes with you which is something he usually does. Something tells you that he’s hiding something. Something that you just can’t put your finger on.

‘‘ The police will come shortly for witness statements and your statement. Then they’ll call for a court date as soon as possible.’‘ Jimin’s voice low, illuminating with a hint of sadness.

Out of curiosity you want to say something more. To ask him whats going on and why he’s acting rather like this. It’s really not like him. He’s hiding something for sure and you just cannot put your finger on it. You just agree and pull out your phone. A missed call from Ryan. You try texting her and she almost always responds immediately. This time she doesn’t. What’s really going on?

You don’t know but Ryan took it upon herself to pay Isabel a visit. Usually visitors aren’t allowed for people in holding but with a little sweet talk of hers she got to get atleast 10 minutes to talk. That’s all she needs. When it comes to you, her bestfriend, she never messes around. Hearing the news from Jungkook yesterday she almost went luncatic. Throwing things at him, calling his brother every disrespectful name in the book. Oh she hates him now for sure.

Jungkook had to stop her from going over to the hospital to beat his ass into a bloody pulp for causing you pain and getting together with that crazy girl just to break up with her. Ryan was heated. 

But now she can take this heat and serve some to Isabel right now. She walks with confidence into the room. Nothing and nobody can stop her and if they even try, she’ll chew them up and spit them out. Catching a glimpise of Isabel sitting at the table with her hands cuffed and security next to her, Ryan shoots her a devious glare.

‘‘ What brings you here? I expected my boyfr-’‘

A harsh slam from her hands hit the table as she bends a little to her seated level, ‘‘ He’ not your fucking boyfriend. You were lucky I wasn’t there to beat your fucking ass.”

The guard tenses up at the sounds and sudden movements. Ryan notices, and decides to take her seat to calm down before she’s the one sitting behind the jail bars too. 

‘‘ Ryan.. I thought we were friends?’‘ She frowns, pouting her lips while fake wiping tears away. 

Ryan scoffs,shaking her head ever so slowly with a devilish grin on her face. “ We aren’t. Don’t let me catch you un-attended without your manager or body guard.. Isabel.’’

Isabel laughs one of her evil laughs, throwing her head back then coming back up, “ Oh how cute. Is this a threat from little ol’ you? Me and Jimin were doing just fine before your bestfriend had decided to enter his life again. I’m not the only bad guy here. She should know boundaries for taken men. Ex’s aren’t supposed to be firendly and lovey dovey. Spending nights and going everywhere with each other. Especially when one’s a famous idol with another idol girlfriend. Do I make myself clear?”

“ Maybe you should take that up with your hoe of a boyfriend. He’s the one who can’t leave her alone.” She yells, inches away from Isabel’s face. The two stare at each other long and hard. Isabel is no match for Ryan though.

The guard clears his throat to break the two’s glares. The tension is thick in the air.

“ If you ever touch yn again, I’ll make sure you’re the one in the hospital this time around.”

‘‘ You’ll all see. I’ll win this court case. Trust me… there’s things you do not know.” 

Ryan rolls her eyes, strutting her way out the room with the sound of her heels clicking right behind her. Consider the message recieved. 

It’s been one week after the situation. In which in between those days you were dismissed from the hospital and have been in at Jimin’s house ever since. You didn’t want to be here. You want to be at home with your cat, Clara. Jungkook’s been going over to feed and play with her. Jimin kept pleading for you not to return home just yet because it could be a danger to you. It makes sense. You never know what Isabel has up her sleeve. 

So you’ve been sitting here doing the same old thing everyday. Eat, watch movies and netflix tv shows,  sleep, and repeat.

Jimin would come in and out of his home studio to check in on you. He still has to work on producing and singing his songs. He’d bring the food and your medicine he prepared per usual,  kiss your forehead, and go right back out to producing his highly anticipated album.

It all seems fake to you. Something is off. Something is not being told to you. You can feel it in your gut but can’t put a finger on it.

‘‘ This is so cliche.’‘ You murmur to yourself, switching the flat-screen T.V off.

And as if on cue Jimin comes inside your- well his room with a glass of water and prescribed pain killers for you. The slight smile on his face makes you want to smile but you don’t.

‘‘ Smile for ocne yn. Do you not like staying here?’‘ He says, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and places the glass in your hands.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, taking the two pills out of his palm. “ No.. but be honest with me Jimin okay?”

His face turns a quick shade of pink then pale as if you had said the wrong choice of words at the wrong time. As if he had seen a ghost at this very moment. That’s not a good sign at all.

‘‘ Are you.. hiding something from me?’‘

The atmosphere is thick and silence fills the room. You don’t say anything and he doesn’t either. Your eyes meet his and for once they don’t pull away first. 

Jimin doesn’t know how to break it to you though. It’s now or never.

‘‘ She will never leave me.”

You bite your lip hard, “ What do you mean?”

“ That she said that she’d do everything to ruin our relationship if we continue to persue one. She’d spready rumors about you to Dispatch. Make a scene whenver you’re near me. Anything she can do, she will do it.”

You don’t know how to take this all in. You knew Isabel was possesive but not this possesive. The thought of her doing things on purpose for you to make everyone hate you makes you want to cry. To just bawl your eyes out right here right now. You can’t.. you won’t do it. 

You won’t give in because thats what she wants. To make you cry. To ruin your reputation and work. Jimin came back into your life and of course you don’t know what to do or how to deal with it. But this is what you wanted right? You’ve been longing for you and him to get a second chance. It’s you. You’re the one who’s been putting things off and not letting things go with the flow. Maybe he came back to you because he realized how wrong he was for cheating on you. For leaving you behind. For not seeing things for truly how it is. 

You knew Isabel was bad luck from the beginning. Now is the time to try and take back what was originally yours. That will hurt her more than ever. 

“ She needs to have a reality check. Not everything revolves around her.”

‘‘ I agree. Putting her behind bars might give her a reality check. It should serve her right for harming people.” Jimin sighs. 

The silence is thick. You both don’t know what to say and it’s sure as hell awkward more than ever right now. Until that silence breaks. 

‘‘ I feel like you aren’t being your true self to me. If we are getting things out now.” 

His sudden comment makes you lift your head up from playing with the comforter. “ What do you mean?’’

‘‘ You.. don’t want to take actions on what you feel, say, or want to do with or about me. It’s killing me inside.”

He’s right. You do try to push your feelings aside no matter what the cause is. It’s just you trying to not set yourself up for hearbreak again. You do want him. You do want everything to do with him. Considering the things that happened in the past, it’s no doubt theres a fence guarding your heart from intruders. 

You exhale out heavily, “ Im just.. scared.’’

‘‘ Of? “

‘‘ Being hurt again.”

Dead silence again. This time he’s the one trying to come up with words to redirect your view of him. Yes, he broke your heart in the worst way possible. He wants you to see he’s changed. 

Jimin bites his lip, voice shaky when he begins talking again. ‘‘ How can I show you that i’m not the same anymore. Im not I promise you. I want you to see I have changed. I know it’s my fault. I destroyed you but let me fix it.”

It’s all come down to this. You’ve wanted this and now is the chance to get it. Now is the chance to have what was once yours. But the feeling of doubt had taken its course on you at the worst time.

‘‘ Jimin.. how do I know that for sure?’‘ You say, unintentionally fluttering your eyes at him. To you it’s to prevent from letting tears fall. 

Jimin see’s it as that specific thing you used to do when you wanted him. When you craved him and would drop hints. To be completely honest, you do crave him. You do want him. Make-up sex was something you two used to do often. It was your toxic way of saying im sorry. 

Somehow you want to put that toxic thing into action right now. As fucked up as it is, that’s how you two know you’re sorry towards each other. Actions speak louder than words. 

He closes his eyes for a quick second before clenching his jaw to contain himself. Your weak spot.

‘‘ Stop doing that. Unless you want to start something you don’t want to finish.” 

You smile just a little, hoping he’d get the memo. “ What if I do want to start and finish it..”

As if a car alarm went off, Jimin’s eyes pop back open with a suprised look. That’s the last thing he’d thought he’d be hearing from you. “ Are you sure about that? I mean we don’t have t-”

You lean in closer to where you guys are inches apart, his lips softly rubbing against yours. “ I’m all for it.”

Within seconds, Jimin’s shirt is removed off of you only revealing your blue panties which have became a little soaked with your wetness. He takes in the scent of you before his mouth connects with your thighs, slightly sucking to leave bruises on you.

‘‘ Jimin.. don’t tease me.”  You sigh, laying fully down to spread your legs even more. He hums against your skin making you catch chills up and down your spine.

‘‘ That’s my specialty baby. You know that.” He trails a kiss with each word all the way down to your core where he dips a finger inside. You tense up attempting to close your legs. He doesn’t allow it, spreading them open harshly again. 

‘’ Jimin-’‘ You barely utter before he begins to move his fingers in and out of you slowly. You let out a whine to try and make him go faster but it doesn’t work.

He comes up to your mouth and plants a wet, sloppy kiss. “ No whining. You’re gonna get what you want. Just relax baby.”

Is all he tells you before he goes back down to your core to tend to your desires.

The first lick between your legs is ever so gentle. Too gentle for you right now considering that you want release badly and Jimin knew exactly that. He opens his mouth and swirls his tongue up and down your slit. A groan leaves his mouth once he gets a taste of you which sends a vibration to your sensitive bud.

Each time his tongue laps against you your body jerked and shook but that only makes his tongue go faster. Sending you into a moaning and groaning mess as you tug on his hair.

“Mmh you even taste the same like always.” He moans with a smirk.

“Jimin please-” you cry out, locking your fingers into his hair when a finger is inserted into your dripping wet hole.

‘‘ No whining babygirl.’‘ His voice gentle as ever when he removes the finger inside of you making you pout a little. But that pout soon turned into your eyes becoming wide when he starts to take off his shirt, then grey sweatpants, then his underwear where his thick cock springs up.

Your eyes can’t leave his body. God it’s been a while. He looks pretty damn good. You wan’t to take all of his length in your mouth right now. To hear him praise you about how good your mouth feels against him. God you want it right now. 

He gives it a few strokes before walking over to you. Just before hovering over you, he gives you a passionate kiss while lifting up your legs and positioning them to his liking. Missionary.

The tip of him pokes at the entrance of you, teasing in and out. Soon enough he enters you slowly making both of you moan together.

You still wrap and fit around his member smug as ever, and he could not believe it. The feeling of familiarity of being inside you sends him into a moaning mess with each stroke. You can’t contain your moans and screams. He feels way too good. 

Jimin begins to deep-stroke you by pulling all the way out and slamming back in. You scream his name out in pleasure as your nails scratch up his toned back. Wet sounds fill the room with him picking up his pace. You take a glimpse of him only to admire his figure right now. Forehead forming sweat beads while he groans and moans biting his plump pink lips.

Your breathing becomes faster when that familiar feeling soon starts to take over. You turn your head to the side and let out a string of moans. Jimin isn’t having that though. His hand grabs your face gently and makes you make eye contact with him. Your legs start shaking as your head tilts back moans getting more faster. You finally let out one last one in sync with him, his hot sperm shoots inside of you.

Jimin pulls out, breathing heavily and collapses ontop of you. You let out a small grunt with the sudden extra body upon you, then giggle at him when he lays his head lays against your chest. This is what you wanted. He’s true. He’s sorry. 

‘’ I love you.”

That word surprises you. You weren’t prepared for it. Somehow though, you enjoy the fact that he’s said it to you. Love. Jimin’s love. Your love. 

‘’ I love you much more Jimin.’’ 

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[nolanscheeks]

“Happy Birthday” BB

**

Hey guys! So I know Brock’s birthday was yesterday but I had a midterm this morning so I couldn’t write till today. As always, this is completely made up! I didn’t proof read, so be patient with me.**

Warnings: light mention of smut

** “Good morning, birthday boy” you more or less screech at Brock the moment you see his eyes blink open just after 9am. **

“Good morning” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. You sat down next to where he nestled under the covers and leaned down to give him a kiss.  You love birthdays, any reason to bake a cake, buy things, have a party and celebrate is right up your alley. Unfortunately, this year there would be no crazy night out in downtown Vancouver, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to do everything you could to make your boyfriend’s day special. His team has a game tonight so you guys had made a plan to celebrate the next day, an off day, but you couldn’t resist celebrating on the actual day as well. You’d set an early alarm for morning, as a couple you guys were usually up on the early side, but you wanted to make sure you got up even earlier so you could bake Brock’s favourite chocolate chip banana bread and make him a coffee to surprise him with when he woke up. 

“I made you banana bread for your birthday breakfast” you whispered in his ear, gesturing towards the bedside table where you had placed a few slices of banana bread and two hot cups of coffee.

“I thought we were gonna do my birthday tomorrow.”

“Who said we can’t celebrate today, too?” You playfully tapped the tip of his nose. Brock shrugged and pushed up into a seated position, back resting on the headboard, so you could hand him a cup.

“Thank you, y/n” he said, taking a sip. You grabbed your coffee as well and adjusted yourself so you were sitting next to Brock, leaning back against the headboard as well.

“Ok so,” you inhaled, getting a breath so you could recite your birthday plans for him, “we’re going to eat, then let’s take the dogs out and get more coffee, then we can watch a movie or something before your nap and then I have something for you tonight” you winked at him. The something was a bodysuit you’d picked up at Victoria’s Secret while Brock was at practice yesterday. Brock wasn’t a guy that cared if you got dressed up for him or not, constantly insisting you were just as, if not more, beautiful naked or in PJs but you wanted to spice it up for him, especially on his birthday.

“What’s the surprise?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll see when you get home.”

“Is it a puppy?”

You laughed, “yes, Brock. I got you a puppy.” He grinned at you and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“We really don’t need another puppy” he gestured to Coolie and Milo, who were spread out on their huge beds that took up half the floor. 

“Milo is enough of a puppy.” Milo is a handful, always wanting to play, chewing the furniture, biting at Coolie, and whining at the door even after being outside multiple times. At his name, Milo jumped up and rested his face on the edge of the bed, tail wagging. 

“I guess that’s our queue” Brock chuckled, throwing his legs over the side of the best to get up. You hummed in agreement and got up as well, time for a dog walk. 

After a relaxing walk, well, as relaxing as Milo would allow, you and Brock settled on the couch with acai bowls for lunch and Gossip Girl, as per his request, on the TV.

“What time do you think you’ll be home tonight?” you ask around a bite of granola. Brock’s game day routine had been pretty standard the whole time you’d known him but with the protocols and new way of doing media he was getting home anywhere between 10 and 11:30pm after games. 

“Depends on how it goes and if I’m doing post-games” he shrugs, “got something you have to do?”

“No” you replied, smirking at him. 

“I’ll text you.”

“Perfect.” After finishing up lunch and a few too many episodes of Gossip Girl, Brock got up.

“Nap time” he held his hand out, “you should nap with me.” 

“Fine, but only because it’s your birthday” you conceded, taking the hand he offered and following him into the bedroom. You weren’t much for naps, sleeping in the middle of the day felt wrong and often let you groggy, but if he wanted to nap together today, you would do it.

You dozed a little, but not really. It felt like days had passed when Brock’s phone went off and he untangled himself from you. You watched him get ready and then kissed him goodbye as he went off to the rink. After closing the door you got to work. You melted chocolate to dip strawberries into, baked a cake, had dinner, walked and fed the dogs, showered, and got into your new lingerie all while the Canucks game played on your TV. You lit candles in the bedroom, so they would be dripping when it was time and set up the chocolate fondue. By the time you had everything ready the game-ending buzzer sounded and you began to watch your phone for Brock’s promised post-game text. The game had been a bit of a bust, a three-nothing shutout in favour of the Oilers, but whatever, that would slip Brock’s mind the moment he got home.

You idly watched your phone, waiting for his text, but by 10:15 it still hadn’t come. Brock had probably forgotten he was supposed to text you which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, he was often guilty of forgetting small things. You’d been wearing nothing but lingerie, so you threw on a hoodie to keep you warm. Another five minutes passed by and then the front door opened and Brock entered. He shucked off his shoes and coat with a huff, greeting the dogs with a pat on the head instead of the usually enthusiastic hugs they were used to.

“Hey” you greeted, a little wary. He seemed pissed, probably an overflow from the game.

“Hey” he walked over to the fridge, grabbing a protein shake and popping it open.

“You forgot to text me” you teased. You had meant it as a joke, but at your words he tensed up. 

“Sorry” he snapped, “I was a little busy getting my ass hung up by the fucking Oilers.”

“I thought you played well” you tried to reassure him. You hadn’t watched the whole game, but what you had watched looked good.

“It doesn’t matter what you thought, we still got shutout.” He drained the last of his protein shake and the plastic bottle into the sink. Brock’s words stung a little bit. Of course your opinion doesn’t turn the loss into a win, but it wasn’t very nice of him to say your opinion didn’t matter. It also hurt that he had forgotten that you had promised a surprise. There was no point arguing though, he would cool-down and you’d get to have birthday sex, just maybe not tonight. You returned to where you’d been sitting on the couch and patted the seat beside you, beckoning one of the dogs to jump up. Sure enough, Coolie hopped up and cuddled into your side. 

“Your dad is in a mood” you informed Coolie, speaking as if he could understand you. You heard Brock scoff from the kitchen. You ignored him in favour of scratching Coolie behind the ears. 

“Baby” you were completely preoccupied with loving the dog when you heard Brock call out. “You did this?” He was obviously referring to your bedroom, set up like a scene from a romcom. You got up and joined him in the bedroom.

“Yeah” you admitted, “I thought we could have a little fun.”

“Fuck, I love it” he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, “and I love you.”

“Reach under my sweater” you instructed, wanting to guide him towards his surprise. He complied and you felt his arm snake up under the hoodie and grab hold of one of the straps connecting your bra and panties.

“Oh my god” he breathed.

“Happy birthday” you whispered, placing your lips on his.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it:)

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[armanijoons]

— RENDEZVOUS; 2

pairing: namjoon x reader 

overall genre: celebrity!au, fluff, smut, some angst 

words: 1.2k 

chapters: I II

SUMMARY — namjoon kim, better known by his stage name rm (or his english name nathan), is a rapper on the verge of making it big. after being on forbes’ 30 under 30, his fame is rising exponentially. unfortunately, with fame comes crazy fans who’d do anything if it meant being able to breathe the same air as you. fortunately, however, y/n is a designer who’s next collection is in dire need of pr to avoid another 2k19 situation. luckily for both of them, they’re just what each of them needs.

or, “fuck all that fame shit; cause this be our rendezvous” - rendezvous; junny

To say you were stressed would be the understatement of the century. With the release of your newest collection coming up, you were up to your nose in paperwork and proposals for advertisement.

You loved your job. Being a fashion designer was everything you could have ever wanted, but you wouldn’t mind if you never had to attend another PR meeting again.

Yet here you were, in the congested New York City traffic, with undoubtedly the worst migraine you’ve ever had the displeasure of experiencing. And it certainly didn’t help that you were currently being briefed by the head of your PR team in the seat next to you.

“Are you even listening to me?” He huffed, ruffling his hair as he tried to gauge whether or not you were even paying attention to the oh-so-important things he had to say.

“Tae, please, spare me and just tell me what the hell I’m doing here.”

Taehyung scoffed before deciding to give into you, more so sparing himself from a sore throat before lunch.

“You would’ve heard me earlier--” He began, holding his hand up as you began to open your mouth to respond, cutting you off and offering a warning as well. “You’re meeting with Namjoon Kim’s PR team for a possible collaboration. I’m guessing most likely, you’ll be dressing him for his promotions and he’ll allow you to use some of his music during your fashion show.”

“I’m sorry, who?”

“Namjoon Kim,” Taehyung stated, not sparing you a glance as he typed into his phone, responding to a text before looking up and pointing out their destination on the left.

You were vaguely aware of a musician with the surname ‘Kim’ that had been all over the radio and evidently, the trending pages of every single social media account you owned.

Your pondering carried you from the car, up the elevators, and through the doors of the conference room, spotting several members of both your PR team and ‘Namjoon’s’ as well. 

However, as you glanced around the room, you couldn’t help but notice a particularly stressed looking man in a sleek, navy blue suit. You watched as he repeatedly continuously bounced his leg and kept checking his watch.

“I’m sorry he’s late, I thought I could trust him to wake up on his own today. But obviously, he’s either dead or just decided to speed up my death.” His voice was humorous but you could tell he wasn’t too happy with his client.

He turned his gaze your way, reaching over the table to shake your hand, “I’m Seokjin Kim--” The door slammed open, revealing a well-dressed, quite tall young man in a pair of rimmed glasses standing at the door. His eyes widened once he realized he was the last person to make it there.

You watched him curse under his breath as he walked around the table, muttering ‘I’m so sorry I’m late.’, avoiding his manager’s piercing stare.

“Now that everyone is here...”

Now you’ve never been the hysterical type. You rolled with the punches and did pretty well under pressure (according to your own standards, it must be noted). However, nothing could prepare for the proposal your PR teams had placed on the table.

Nonetheless, you gritted your teeth and agreed, even clutching the pen in a sweaty hand as you signed the contract.

And it was set. You’d “date” this rapper you didn’t know much about for 3 months, enough time for people to get excited about it, obsess to the point of invasion of privacy, then gradually forget about it even for you two to “amicably split on good terms”. 

It definitely didn’t help your shock induced hysteria that they wanted the two of you to make an appearance in public that afternoon either. And maybe it was your shock that shielded you from completely losing your shit in front of all the important, nice people in the conference room.

You were about five seconds into the realization that you’d be dating this guy you’d have no idea about. At least Shawn and Camila knew each other before they had their publicity stunt.

Somehow, you were able to freak out just enough to get back to your apartment, get dressed, meet Namjoon downstairs, and mentally prepare yourself for the most awkward “date” you’ve ever been on.

And so here you were, sitting in the back of an UBER with Namjoon. A full seat of space in between the two of you as you both tried to think of something to say. You were sure even the UBER driver could feel your awkwardness. 

“So, you’re releasing an album?” You asked, trying your best to avoid his eyes.

“Yeah, next month, around the same time as your collection.”

Then, back to silence.

You were thinking simply giving up before he spoke up again, “Sorry about all this, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you are right now. I’ve never really been on a serious date so I’m kind of at a loss at what to do.”

And that got you.

Suddenly, you kind of cared about making an effort to converse with him understanding how uncomfortable he must’ve been. After all, who would want this to be their first real date? 

“No don’t be sorry. If anything, I should try to make this as authentic as possible, I guess.”

He turned to you, finally making eye contact with you for the first time since the conference. “You don’t have to--”

“No you’re fine, there’s this museum I’ve been wanting to go to for a long time- If you’re into that sort of thing, I mean.”

You could see his eyes light up at the idea before clearing his throat and agreeing to it.

“Here it is,” You remarked, getting excited once you spotted the museum building.

The two of you were heading down a sidewalk, speeding up as you started to run to the door spotting someone holding it open for you. 

You smiled back at Namjoon, holding the door, ushering him in and entering the building.

“It’s a pop-up museum the university puts on once a year to fund their Arts programs. I’ve always wanted to go but never had the time since I moved to the city.” You explained in a hushed down, walking down the hallway, Namjoon trailing carefully behind you.

“This one’s pretty cool,” He hummed as he stopped by your side, seeing you gaze up at a painting of a woman in a field of flowers. 

You nodded before launching into a geeky observation of the color palette and the positioning of certain elements and how they tie into the artist’s view of what the perception of femininity is in Western society. You turned to face him after you spiel, catching the way he smiled softly, his deep dimples placed perfectly in his full cheeks.

“You’re nerdier than I thought you’d be.” He remarked, chuckling as your mouth fell open in disbelief.

“I had a headache this morning,” You defended yourself as you moved to the next painting, the rapper trailing behind you. “Besides, this is sort of my happy place, away from all the bullshit paperwork I’ve been procrastinating on.”

“I get that,” He mused, nodding as he observed the painting in front of the two of you.

The two of you observed the various pieces of artwork scattered around the room in peace. Making small comments about things you found interesting every now and then before moving to the next one. That is until a giggle caught you attention before the shuffling of feet reminded you of the true mission at hand.

“I think we’ve been spotted.” Namjoon stated, watching the small group (presumably teenage fans of his) try to avoid eye contact with the two of you.

“Okay, Gossip Girl,” You chuckled, looking up at him before turning your attention back to the landscape piece you were previously intrigued by.

“Knowing Jin, once the picture starts trending, he’ll text me so we can get out of here before any shit goes down.”

You hummed gently.

The peace lasted maybe another 10 minutes before Namjoon received said text from his manager, Seokjin. “It’s trending,” He mumbled, seemingly asking you if you were ready to leave.

“Let’s head out then.” You responded, looking back at him, seeing him already drifting towards the exit of the museum, focused on his phone. ‘He’s probably talking to his manager’. You mused.

He paused, waiting for you to catch up before continuing, his pace a bit slower now that the two of you were close to the building’s exit and therefore, running the possibility of being seen by fans of his.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Namjoon said, his attention lifted from his phone onto you before turning back to his phone, leaving you to follow him at his side.

And before you knew it, you were sitting in the back of the car Taehyung had sent for you. You tried to piece together the last 5 minutes, confused yet pleased in a weird sort of way.

You knew the spotting of the two of you had been buzz enough to place the two of you on the trending charts. However, something had been off with his demeanor. He seemed distant after receiving that text. Like he had mentally checked out of the present as he shuffled from the museum to your car and to the restaurant down the street where you had vaguely heard of another meeting.

It bothered you in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. It wasn’t like you were disappointed necessarily, just surprised at the switch up. Here you were putting in an effort to make conversation and act like a good fake-girlfriend, yet he had completely written you off the moment you were allowed to drop the act.

If there was anything you were sure of, it was that this particular rendezvous had left you more hysterical than the meeting that morning. And that headache you had been suffering from that morning? It was back. And with a nasty vengeance this time.

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[diaryofaspookykid]

January 7th 2021

     I began this day like any other, falling asleep at around 4am, unable to get comfortable with anxiety riddled through my bones, so many thoughts passing through my mind, enabling me to rest. I put on my white noise rain playlist which is a total of 36minutes and somehow somewhere in that timeline, fall asleep. As i awake, i can see out my balcony a blanket of eerie fog so thick i cannot see past my backyard. I sign into a zoom class (because we are still closed until further notice at the salon) and begin my day. i spent about an hour of my time looking for birria tacos in my area, and crossing my fingers they deliver to my house. I struck gold as there was a place in gilroy called “Los Juniors Mariscos” and it was only around 12 min away and they doordashed. Doordash prices doubled the amount of my order for delivery so i decided to pick it up myself and it was well worth the drive. These damn tacos were amazing. Tender in all the right places, dripping in consome they have been bathing in. 

     In pop culture news of the day, Jeffree Starr has posted a youtube video responding to the allegations regarding him and Kanye West fucking. Which is the “reason” for Kim and Kanyes divorce. After watching his video, i have came to the personal conclusion that i feel this may be a clout chase to keep all parties in the mainstream media as they are all quite frankly dying down. Regarding this same topic you have people “clout chasing” and saying they “hooked up with kanye” to try and become relevant. People such as Cole Carrigan. This kid has tried to start so much drama with the community and we know him on a personal level from the Allstar cheerleading world where he used to essentially stalk athletes and just quite frankly be a drama starting pest. not a single thing has changed....not to mention the fact that he tried to start a “beauty house” and completely fucking flopped. 

   Moving on to conspiracies as i heavily invest myself in the crazy but completely intriguing and potentially real stories going around, i call my friend Gabrielle mother fucking Clark and Nancy and tell them about a recent conspiracy i have learned about. In summary, this conspiracy states that the entire year of 2020 we were shifted into a different dimension, everything negative that had happened, all was a result of us being placed in this different dimension. On new years 2021 the ball dropped 1minute late. Globally. At first youd think this is just a mistake by news stations etc, until you hear the theory. Apparently the ball dropping a minute late was due to our world clicking back into “our reality” our dimension. Thus, this year of “2021″ actually being the true start of 2020 in our dimension. On any apple device with siri, you can ask “How many days are their until 2021?” and siri responds “358 days until the year 2021″..... How is it that we are so advanced in technology and this mistake is just at random. Something else is afoot.

     A Few weeks ago the covid bill was passed, this bill was 15 pages and signed and approved by the senate,  but in this bill states that the pentagon and government of the United States must release all classified documentation, proof, footage, truth about alien life/extraterrestrials within 180 days of the bill being signed. Which means, by august of 2021 we should have some insight or truth on the mysteries of above that the entire world has been wondering since the dawn of time. i believe that all forms of government in every country know what lies in the stars, they just have an oath on not speaking about it. There has to be some reason all countries signed to protect Antartica, as it is rumored to be the threshold of bases for Alien life research and experiments. Only time will show the truth.

      I ended my day with coaching, with covid-19 still ruining everything, i believe that  this season will come to an end. Just as it ended last season. Every event is getting cancelled left and right aside and we have yet to have a shot at competing. Especially in this state. This was the first week seeing the kids in almost 6 weeks from being closed, and its so bittersweet as i love seeing them but it seems as if we are working toward nothing. As i arrived home, me and Nancy started watching our new favorite show “Pen15″ and we are hooked, but not trying to binge it all at once so we can savor the joy we get from this show. 10/10 reccomend.

Today i am feeling, clouded. Any time i had a thought to myself today, for some reason i would feel the anxiety crawl under my skin and creep toward my brain, like those beetles in the mummy movie franchise. I cannot seem to sleep anymore, but i will make an attempt now. 

Goodnight,

Spookykid x

[smileyjaeminies]

Love Again

Synopsis: Childhood friends, to strangers, to… Nothing? Jae is quite the puzzle, figuring him out won’t be the easiest thing you do. But you do want to try.

Word Count: 4,2 k

Genre: childhood friends au!, concert au!

Warnings: none

Member: Jae, ft. the rest of Day6

A/N: I had so much fun writing this work. I tried to make the concert experience a lot like my own, although I have never gone to a Day6 concert. I gathered all my information from Google so sorry if anything is different from the actual concert!

         Waking up in yet another chilly morning in Korea, you think of every step that has led you in this dorm, in a country quite literally across the world from your home. The university you attended offered almost all its students the opportunity to study abroad for a whole semester, to learn, see and explore, not only the country and your studies but also one’s self.

         Most students jumped at the opportunity to leave home and travelled within the first year. Not you. You wanted to keep your head in the game, to fall in love with your studies before falling in love with another country.

         So there you were, only a semester away from finishing your studies, in Korea. Why Korea? Well, why not? It was so different from anything you had known back home… You figured if you were going to do this, you would go all in.

         Being completely honest, K-pop definitely helped. You couldn’t lie to your own self, seeing some of your favorite artists would be a pleasure. There was a certain someone… But you brushed off the thought.

         As you got ready for your day, you conversed with your roommate, Haseul, about this and that. You debated about the days agenda, finally settling on a gallery and lunch afterwards. Heading out, you felt excited, you could tell this was going to be a good day.

         When you arrived at the gallery, you were instantly certain you were going to love it. You thoroughly enjoyed each painting and picture, immersed in each of their mysteries and stories. You took photos of your favorites and posted them on your Instagram story.

         You tried to keep as much of this trip’s memories recorded on your Instagram. You only had a couple hundred followers and all of them were more or less people you knew, a friend of a friend and such.

         As you finished walking around the gallery, Haseul grumbled about being hungry. You wanted to stick around for a while longer, a bright painting of a landscape catching all your attention, but your stomach begged to differ. You complied, allowing Haseul to shine in her own element, searching for restaurants around the area. After going back and forth for a little, you settled down at a small seafood restaurant.

         You opened your phone to document yet another moment of your day, when you found yourself trying to bite down a scream at the message that popped up. You checked and checked again to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you.

         The message stared back at you loud and clear: “You’re in Korea?” His username shone in bright black letters.

         “WHAT THE FUCK?” you finally let out, a little too loud for the other customers’ liking.

         “What? What happened?” Haseul asked, concerned. You couldn’t even speak, so you just handed her your phone.

          “He replied? He actually DMed you?” she asked in disbelief.

          He could only be one person of course. Park Jaehyung, Jae, your childhood best friend. You had met him at first grade, both of you a little more than toddlers. You became fast friends with the boy with big framed glasses, who didn’t like toy cars as much as you did but still played with you.

          However, fate had different plans for you. After almost three years of knowing one another, you had become inseparable. A change in your mom’s career would turn that around, making you move to Canada.

          You believed that to be the first time you had known heartbreak. Jae took the news just as hard. When you left, you both vowed to call at least once a week and to never forget each other. The latter was obviously easier, one could hardly forget Jae, his bright nature and big heart making it hard not to love him. The first proved to be harder. First you forgot, then him, then it completely fell out of habit. You were little kids, so he slipped your mind, until one day you didn’t even miss him anymore.

          That changed around a year ago. You had met up with a few friends from uni when someone announced that his best friend would be joining the group. The minute he started walking towards you, you couldn’t mistake him for anyone else. His big glasses had changed a hundred times over, his hair was now dyed a bright yellow, but his easy smile was always the same. He was Jae.

           You thought that meeting would change everything. You talked throughout the course of the night, catching up. You found out he was in a band now, he was singing and playing the guitar. In Korea! You thought you would be reconnected after that night. Apparently not.

           As abruptly he walked back into your life, he walked right out. Although you had exchanged social medias, no message ever came from Jae. He was following you, but he never replied or even read your attempts at reaching out.

           You were disappointed to say the least. You thought you would have a chance to actually discover the man the little boy you knew had become. You were wrong. But while before your meeting, he was a thought that came and went, a part of a funny memory, now he plagued your thoughts more often than not. Especially in the previous days you had spent in Korea.

           You were shocked. After almost a year of being radio silent… This? How on earth were you supposed to react? You had been in Korea for about 10 days, why did he text only now? As all those thoughts raced through your mind, your phone vibrated in your hand.

           “Where are you right now? Let me know, I’m nearby” the message read. Seemingly impossible, your heartbeat sky-rocketed. You almost felt dizzy as you looked at Haseul in disbelief.

           “I’m gonna… go” she said as she saw the new message.

           You looked at her, lost and still unable to speak. She typed the restaurant’s address along with a simple “See you in a bit” and paid for the things she had ordered. After a quick kiss on your cheek and a “Good luck!”, she was out of the door.

           You sat frozen, trying to calm your racing heart. You tried to look in your head, to find where this anxiety came from. Admittedly, since the last time you saw him, Jae has become a regular thought in your mind. You had followed him closely, his music and performances captivating you every time. In the process, you fell in love with K-pop.

          Dowoon was your official bias, but your eyes always drifted to Jae. A crush? On Jae? It would explain a lot… But no. How could you have a crush on him, you barely knew him anymore.

          Just as you managed to calm down, he walked in. The smile he gave you sent your heart on a frenzy again. He was so effortlessly perfect, clad in black jeans, white T-shirt and black hoodie.

          You got up to greet him and he immediately crushed you in a hug, now several inches taller than you.

          “Gosh, Y/N, it’s been too long!” he said letting go.

          “I could say that I tried… Where have you been?” you asked.

          “Sorry about that… The tour was absolutely crazy! What are you doing in Korea?” he asked sitting down.

         As you explained, he placed his order. You conversed over delicious food, him filling you in on his tour and you on your first impressions of Korea and your classes.

         Talking to him was effortless, just as it had been when you were only children. The conversation flowed to different matters entirely as you “argued” about which flavor milkshake was better and which horror movie was actually scary. At some point, his voice got serious as he got a sip of his beer.

         “I saw you were at The Rose’s live Saturday” he said.

         You had to blush. You had uploaded some stories of you screeching at your bias Hajoon (yes you had a thing for drummers, so what?) and badly singing lyrics back to Sammy.

         “I was” you managed “I had a blast too. They are great performers.”

         “Do you listen to a lot of K-pop?” he asked.

         “Yeah actually, a lot of boy groups to be exact.” You replied, not sure where he was trying to get with this conversation.

         “Oh. So do you listen to my music as well?”

         “Of course! I like your band’s music a lot.”

         “I see… Do you have a bias?” he asked. You could see that he was fidgeting, a sign he was nervous. So that hadn’t changed.

         “I… do. But you’re not going to like it” you told him with a laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

         “It’s Wonpil, isn’t it?” he asked.

         “Close enough, it’s Dowoon” you told him.

         You heard him mutter something under his breath, but he brushed it off when you asked him about it. After that weird exchange, he was right back to normal, laughing and teasing.

         Looking at the time, you realized it should be best for you to go if you wanted to get home before Haseul screamed at you for staying out late. You told Jae and he got up.

         “Where are you going? We haven’t paid!” you said.

         “We have, I paid” he told you.

         “No. No Jae sit down, we should split it! You being a K-pop idol doesn’t let you off! It’s not right!” you said.

         “Y/N, calm down! I only did it because I wanted to. My treat, for your welcome in Korea. Please?” he tried, holding your hand.

         “Fine. Ugh, you can still make me do you bidding, I hate you” you said shoving him slightly.

         “Ha! You wish. You love me” he scoffed.

         “Meh, you can’t prove that!” you said, walking out from the restaurant.

         “Y/N! Wait, there’s another thing. Let me walk you to the subway station” Jae offered.

         “Sure, what is it?” you asked.

         As you walked side by side your heart felt like it would jump out of your chest. Every brush of his fingers against yours, every deep breath seemed to hit you like a ton of bricks. You tried to remain calm and not think about how much you would scream if Dowoon were here.

         “Okay so… I want to see you again. I mean I really felt like shit not being able to talk to you all those months, I wish I could change that. Things were hectic and very different back then. My agency… Well, they have let us off a tiny bit now. What I’m trying to say is, I know I was a dick. And I'm sorry. I’d like to make it up to you.” He finished.

         “Jae you don’t have to. Really, I understand. It wasn’t the best feeling when you didn’t reply, but I know how it is. Did it sting a bit? Yes. Did it suck a whole lot? Sure it did, but I get it. I really do.” You told him.

         “Just let me do this one thing…” he started.

         “You already paid for food! It’s fine, really, especially now that you seem to want to make an effort.” You stopped him.

         “Well, let me do another thing” he said, pulling something out of his pockets.

         When you saw what it was, your eyes opened wide. Your mouth dropped to the floor and you had to bite back another scream. Jae was offering VIP tickets and backstage passes to one of their lives in Seoul. You tried not to fangirl too much but judging from Jae’s amused look, you weren’t doing too well. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to come up with something, anything.

         “Just come to the show… Please? If not for me, for Dowoon” he tried, pulling the best puppy eyes you had seen in a while.

         “Jae… I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much you really didn’t have to-” you started.

         “I wanted to.” He said with determination, pushing the tickets and passes in your hand.

         “Thank you… so much. I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You told him with a smile.

         By then you had gotten to the subway station where he was supposed to drop you off.

         “I’ll look for you. It’s going to be a bit busy right now, but I’ll try to see you for coffee and muffins as soon as I can. You still like chocolate muffins, right?” he asked.

         “Of course I do. I’ll see you soon” you told him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

         He let go first, dropping you a soft smile and turning around. Just as he was leaving you, you called back to him.

         “Jae!” you called, catching his attention. “If you don’t at least drop a haha at my next meme, I’m not coming!” you threatened.

         He laughed lightly, eyes closing and hands going to his stomach. Your heart did several backflips at the sight, a smile growing in your own face. He nodded in you direction and finally disappeared in the backseat of a taxi.

         When you got back, you had a lot of explaining to do. Haseul was basically sitting at the very edge of the couch, ready to jump on you and shower you with questions the second you walked in. You tried to start from the beginning, telling her everything that happened. When you finally got the tickets out of your purse, she squealed with joy.

         “I’m meeting my husband!!! Oh my God, what if Brian actually falls in love with me? Y/N what am I going to do?” she went on and on.

         You laughed at the sight, making plans to go shopping because Haseul apparently hasn’t “Anything remotely decent to wear”. As you tucked in for the night, you thought back on your day. A smile quickly grew on your face and you fell asleep happier than you’d been in a while.

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         The concert day had felt too far away two weeks prior, but between your classes and assignments, exploring Seoul and meeting all kinds of new people, they flew by in a blur. Now it was the morning of the concert and you and Haseul were getting ready to hit the road, listening to a playlist Haseul made called “Day6 jams”. As you screamed the lyrics in each other’s faces, you took some pictures and finally headed to the venue.

         You arrived early so you walked around, meeting fansites and getting free photocards and goodies from the fans that were there. You stood patiently in line to get your lightband and a shirt for Haseul. You talked about this and that, counting down the hours, then the minutes to the concert.

         Walking into the venue, you were amazed by how many people were already there. Taking your seats, you found that Jae had placed you on his side of the stage. Taking a picture and sending it to him, you wished him a good luck and telling him you couldn’t wait to see them.

         During the two weeks between your first outing and the concert, Jae had kept his promise. No matter how late or early in the day, he found time to reply to your texts, even briefly. You had met up for coffee and muffins as promised, spending hours talking and sharing stories from all you had missed in your lives.

         Jae had held your hand as he walked you to the nearest subway station, making you blush like crazy. After dropping you off, he only said that he was really looking forward to seeing you at the concert, finishing up with a peck on your cheek.

         You didn’t really know what to make of anything that had happened that day or otherwise. It was clear that Jae wanted you back in his life, but as what? You tried not to think about it too much, but the thought chased you at all times, unwanted. Jae was again plaguing your thoughts and staying loyal to Dowoon had never been this hard.

         Your thoughts were drowned away from Haseul, jumping up from her seat and screaming.

         “It’s starting, it’s starting, oh my God!” she shouted, pulling you to your feet and holding your hand tightly.

         Excitement rushed through your veins as the lights dimmed down and five familiar figures arrived on the stage. The song started playing, almost shyly, tasting the waters. You recognized ‘Best Part’ and fangirling mode was: on. Screaming the lyrics back to the members, as well as the fanchants had you breathing heavily but the end of the song.

         You continued being energetic and enjoying each song as the concert went on. When Dowoon stepped down from his drum set to join the boys you let out and huge scream, excited to finally catch a good glimpse at him. The ments from the boys were heartwarming, each one bringing their own colours and interacting with the fans.

         You were on cloud nine, magically transformed and led through a way of notes, lyrics and feelings altogether too intense for your body to handle. You tried to stay in the moment, allowing yourself to feel Dowoon singing in ‘Wanna Go Back’, Wonpil’s melodic voice in ‘Like That Sun’ and Sungjin’s honey vocals in ‘I Smile’. Haseul held your hand tightly and cried during Brian’s parts in ‘I Need Somebody’, constantly screaming “WHO HURT YOU?”.

         The boys’ solo stages were sprinkled throughout the concert, making you excited for what was to come next. Everyone was at the top of their game that night and you would be lying if you said you didn’t tear up as well at some songs.

         As the night progressed, the boys took the stage to say some final words before the encore. Jae was the last one to speak up, but judging by the look on his face, he looked as happy to be there as you were. You marveled at all of them, sweaty and still pumped up from the energy the fans were giving them.

         “So you guys, sadly the encore is about to begin which means the end is soon approaching” he said into his mic and the crowd screamed their disappointment, you included.

         “I know, I know, sad times indeed. But I’d like to share with you all a reason why I’m so happy tonight.” He stated and the crowd screamed their support.

         “Well, you see, there’s a very important person in this crowd here today, a person I cherish very much. They were lost to me for a while. But now I got them back. And I thought I’d take this moment right here to say that I love them. And I don’t think I want to let go” he finished and his gaze stayed to where you we sitting.

         His gaze flashed through you, finding its target right into your heart. You were star-struck, tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision. You felt Haseul enveloping you in a hug and trying to calm you down. You could hear ‘Freely’ playing in the background as you realized the truth you were trying to avoid for too long.

         The final songs passed by in a whirlwind of emotions, you trying to come back to the concert, but your mind straying away to one certain boy. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, his eyes shining as he sang and played his beloved guitar.

         As the last notes of ‘Better Better’ filled the air, the end of a beautiful concert had come at last. Final goodbyes were being said and Jae stuck around to wave to your side of the venue. You were waving back, although you doubted he would see you.

         After the boys went backstage, everyone was up and in a hurry to leave. You and Haseul sat back down to catch your breaths before heading backstage.

         “Are you okay?” she asked, testing the waters.

         You looked back at her, giving her a smile. Since the first time you had met her back home, Haseul had been a very thoughtful friend, always taking good care of you and loving you so much with her big heart. Coming back to her, even in a strange country, felt like coming back home.

         “I think I’m okay” you finally managed, easing her worried stare. “It was an intense concert…”

         “It sure was. You think you’re ready to head back?” she asked, seeing the concert hall emptying.

         “Let’s go meet your future husband” you told her, taking her hand and walking towards the backstage.

         Showing your backstage passes to the guards, you were lead though a narrow corridor with doors on either side. You arrived at a final door that read “Artist” and had the Day6 logo right below it.

         As you were pushed inside, you tried to silence your mind. You needed to be yourself, be genuine. Try to enjoy this. Walking into the room, you called “Hello?” with a small voice.

         All the boys’ attention was now on you and Haseul. You tried hard not to panic and gave them a small smile which spurred them into action. They all got up to greet you together. Jae started walking towards you, a huge smile on his face. You decided to stir the pot a little, walking completely past him and into Dowoon’s arms. He laughed into your hair and your heart soared at the sound. After some hesitation, he wrapped his own arms around you and held you.

         “I’ve been so excited to meet you, you don’t even know. I need you to know that I see the effort you put in. I appreciate you so much, I’m so super proud of you. I can’t wait to hear more from your singing, please keep pursuing it, it suits you so well. You are so amazing, so so talented I swear.” You rambled. You would go on, but judging by his amused stare you’d already said too much.

         You moved on to Wonpil, hugging him tightly. “Hi” he said, half-laughing.

         “Hey. I don’t need to tell you this but please never stop singing. Your voice touches so many people, it’s unreal. So don’t stop okay?” you asked.

         “Okay, I won’t” he cutely answered back with a smile.

         You hugged Sungjin quickly and stepped back to look at him in the eyes.

         “Thank you for putting up with them, I don’t know how you do it. You are always deeply appreciated, I hope you know it. The way you allow every song to live through you is something I’ve never seen before. I’m sorry Jae is the way he is, I think I may have something to do with that.” You admitted

         Sungjin only shook his head. “Jae is just… Jae. Thank you though.”

         You moved on to Brian, hugging him tightly. “Your songs are too fucking real. I swear to God everything you write either comforts me greatly, or touches me in ways I don’t even understand… Thank you and also what the fuck.” You told him and you both burst into laughter.

         “Thank you as well, you guys are the best” he answered.

         “You bet we are!” Haseul said from behind you.

         Jae was purposely left for last. You had done your best not to look at him before greeting the others, afraid he would read right through your gaze and into your heart. Turning to him now, you were faced with his expectant stare. He opened his arms wide.

        “Saving the best for last?” he jokingly asked.

        You walked into his arms, burring your face in his neck.

        “Saving the most special for last” you whispered as you squeezed his waist.

        “Really?” He asked, his tone low. His whole demeanor had shifted, no trace of the joking, playful look he had given you only a second before.

        “Yes really. I heard what you said out there, which was stupid by the way. Now your company is going to be all up in your ass. But I feel the same way. I think I have for a while.” You said, smiling up to him.

        “Really?” he repeated.

        You laughed and buried your face in his neck once more, hugging him even tighter than before.

        “Y/N” Jae started, cupping your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheek.

        “If they make out right here, I swear I am going to barf” Brian announced.

        “Nooo, look, it’s so romantic” Haseul cooed.

        Jae placed a kiss on your cheeks between your giggles. “Later” he promised.

        You didn’t know exactly what that promise would entail. Probably an abundance of sleepless nights, face times and texts. But you were willing to find out. For all the hugs and kisses, the smiles and the jokes.

        “We’ll see” you told yourself.

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Chapter 5 ~ Stranger

I think we may be In a different book On a different page You said you are different But you're the same Stranger. Familiar time, familiar place Starting to feel the familiar shame Cause I know what you have come here for. You know my name, you know my face, But you don't know me? you must be crazy. Or I must be crazy. or is it maybe... I've been here times before and I've said yes, meaning no but oh... Alot of shit has changed. lot of shit has changed. Lot of lot of shit has changed.   

~Jhene Aiko

 Olivia

After the situation with Jeremiah and Aiden, Aiden moved out and hasn't spoken to J. J acts like he doesnt care but I know for a fact that he does, and that it's bothering him. Aiden is distant when I talk to him but i know that Marie and Maurice talk to him more than I do.

But I know what I need to do, because I've known where Avery was for all of these years. I know that sounds bad but it's not even that. I knew that Aiden would eventually want to know who his mother was, and I wasn't gonna keep her from him. I knew she was dating a drug dealer and her three other kids with him, it's not hard to find out what's going on in the streets when your name is Boudreaux.  

I know that once I do this, Jeremiah and I will fight and I'm not looking forward to it, but I want Aiden to know where he comes from and no matter what, that I'm his mother and that he has me in his corner.

Getting out of the car, I grabbed my purse and strutted across the parking lot into her building. If I was the mistress of a big time drug dealer and I gave him children, I would force him to put me in a nicer apartment building instead of this slum ghetto shit she's in. But I'm in no position to judge her.

Knocking on the door, I stood there waiting for the door to open, however, complete silence. I furrowed my brow, this heffa don't have a job, so how is she not home. 

I knock again, but this time, I hear moaning. Loud as hell moaning.

I rolled my eyes. I knew I needed to calm down before I get pissed. I already knew that I was going to regret this in some way.

This time, I started by banging on the door and I heard from inside the apartment:

“AVERY HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!” “WHAT!”

So much attitude, I pushed my hair behind my ear in time for her to open the door. I knew she was shocked, simply because she stood there staring at me.

"Olivia?" She choked out.

I looked at her attire, and I knew that this wasn't a good time, but time had run out for this situation.

"We need to talk." I spoke lowly

"Now isn't a good time." She hurried and said trying to close the door on me. I put my foot in between the door and my hand to stop it.

"It's about Aiden. You can talk to me now, or you can kiss what I have to say about him goodbye."

She immediately stopped once I mentioned him,

"Is he okay?" I could hear her voice breaking at the thought that he was in immediate danger, I slightly felt for her, but that went away just as quick as it came.

"Yes, we just need to talk Avery."

I saw that she was contemplating allowing me in the apartment but she froze when she heard a voice.

"I thought I told you to hurry the fuck up, who the fuck is at the door?" He said

She didn't respond as quick as he wanted I guess and he swung the door open, looking at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spoke menacingly, Avery stayed silent and stood behind him.

"I'm here to talk to Avery, we have a mutual family member." I was totally unfazed. Men like him didn't scare me, especially the way I grew up.

"Too bad, you can't talk to her."  

I sighed, "Look, I need to speak with Avery now."

"Like I said bitch, You can't talk to her. Now get off my doorstep before I hurt you." He cut his eyes at me.

Avery gasped, "King, leave her a-"

She immediately shut up once he turned around to look at her.

"Look, I don't care who you are or what family member that you have in common with my girl. All I know is you need to leave now, before I find you and your family and kill them."  

I was getting pissed. Like sir, you really don't want no beef with me, but since you do. Let's go.

"I guess you use this line a lot huh? You don't scare me. I want you to find out who I am, an think about how you come at me the next time, alright Caleb Taylor?"  

He was shocked that I knew his name because his whole mouth dropped. Exactly.

"Avery, you know where to find me."  I told her and I walked away. I knew within a few hours she would pop up at my office.

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"Um, Mrs. Lavigne, someone is asking to speak with you?" My Assistant Carrie told me.

"Tell whomever it is, that I'm busy" I spoke back. I had at least 15 cases to review before I left today, and I was supposed to leave 45 minutes ago.

"She said it's about your son, Aiden?"

"Send her in."

As soon as I hung up the phone, Avery walked in, with her son and daughter walking in behind her.

"Can I sit?" She asked

I nodded, and she sat in front of my desk and spoke to her kids:

"Please don't touch anything, we can't afford it anyways."

She looked around my office and I looked at her kids, the boy didn't look over 10 years old and I could tell the daughter was about 2 or 3. The little boy looked like Aiden did when he was that age, and it made me smile.

"So, what's the matter with Aiden?' She spoke softly, the Avery I knew was never this quiet or calm. I knew she was still on drugs, but at the same time, she was bold back then, what happened?

"Nothing is wrong with him. He and Jeremiah got into a fight, Aiden wants to meet you."

She looked up at me, and her face brightened with the possibility of seeing Aiden again. But as soon as it came, it fell.

She immediately started shaking her head, "He can't meet me like this, I just- No I don't want to meet him."

I reached out across my desk and handed her a picture of Aiden and Maurice together.

"On the left is Aiden and the right is Maurice. They've been best friends since literally forever. Everyone forgets that Marie is twins with Reese. They all think that Aiden and Reese are twins. He still has the allergy to peanuts, hates avocados, loves his family, and that includes you, Avery. Don't shut him out without meeting him. You haven't seen him in years."

"The last time I saw him, I almost killed him. You were right to take him away from me."

I sighed, "Look, Jeremiah doesn't want you to be near him at all. I'm going against my husband so that my child can know his mother. He wants to know you, and I'm sure he'd love to meet your children. Please reconsider."

She stayed silent for awhile and just stared at my picture of the boys.

"Fine, I'll agree to meeting him. But you and Jeremiah need to be there."

Two steps forward, get knocked down one million steps back.

Fuck.

Kamani

I love having a sister, but I hate having her as a roommate. This bitch is the sloppiest bitch of my entire life!! We’re juniors in college at the University of San Diego, living off-campus, and all I know, is that if Mommy and Daddy walk in here. Daddy is going to stop paying the rent!

“Kamari Alessandri Boudreaux! if you don’t clean this shit now! You know Momma and Daddy are coming today!” I nagged.

This heffa comes out her damn room, scratches her bald ass head and proceeds to say

“Oh shiiiiiit. That’s today?” She laughs

“AND YOURE HIGH!!!”

“Mani shut up before you blow my high and blow a gasket.” She chuckled.

“Nigga. You know damn well-“

I was cut off because that was our mother ringing the doorbell. Mari’s eyes bugged out of her head and she tried to get up everything as soon as she could.

“See, I told your dumbass.”   I chuckled and watched her scramble to clean up her shit.

I went to the door, expecting my parents, but it was only mom and our little brother.

“Mani!!!” He yelled and Jumped into my arms

“Hi Zacky! I missed you.”

“I missed you too! Where’s Mari?” He asked, coming out of our hug

“Somewhere in her room I guess,” I shrugged and let them both in.

While Zack went to find Mari, I turned towards mom.

“Where’s Dad?”

She rolled her eyes, “We got into a fight, he and Callie had a ‘Prior engagement’ and couldn’t make it up here. He said he was going to call you all.”

I shook my head, “I didn’t receive a call from him. How do you feel about all of this?”

She shrugged her shoulders and sat on our couch“I don’t feel any way. Your father and I have been divorced for a long time now, and he’s been with Callie. So, if he wants to chose his girlfriend over his children, that’s his fault.”  

“But did he have to basically wife up his mistress?” I asked

She shrugged again, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

I rolled my eyes, because I knew my mom was pissed, she hasn’t really dated anyone since dad and let’s be real, we all know they still fuck on the regualr. I just don’t understand why they don’t get back together. It would make our life so much simpler.

“Hi Mommy.” Mari finally carried her bald ass out here, and Zack was behind her chuckling.

Mom just rolled her eyes, seeing right through her bullshit. “Kamari, don’t hi mommy me, your ass is lifted”

Zack and I just cackled. It was hilarious.

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After being in with Mom and our bro all day, we all decided to chill out at Mari’s and I’s house. We loved having family time and even more so, watching movies together.

I was making popcorn, and Mom was talking to Mari, while Zack was on his phone, when my phone started to vibrate. I looked at my watch seeing a FaceTime between Kahliea and I.

What the fuck, I thought. Something must be wrong or someone has died cause Lea barely calls me.

I answered the phone, “Lea, what’s wrong?”

She sighed, “I’m here with Marie and Domi.”

All my cousins together? Who died!

“Is my dad okay?” I got scared,  

“He’s fine.” She chuckled, kinda darkly.

“So what’s up, what’s the matter?”

“You been on social media?” Dominique asked me

I shook my head, “Been with the fam all day.”

Before they could even finish, I heard Zack yell, “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me!!!!”

I guess that caught my mom’s and sister’s attention, I came out the kitchen, looking at him crazy.

He knew not to cuss, mom doesn’t do that.

“Xavier Valentine Zackary Boudreaux III, I did not raise you to speak like this, now what’s going on?” Mom questioned.

“DAD’S ENGAGED!” He yelled out showing us the phone, Callie had posted a video on instagram today, and basically saying Dad proposed.

“Is this what y’all wanted to tell me?” I said looking down at my phone.

“Yeah.” Ree mumbled.

“I’ll call y’all back.” I didn’t even wait for an answer, I just hung up.

Mari was looking at Zack’s phone, he was pacing, and mom just stared off into space. I came over to Mari and read the post.

@Callie_California: Today, starts the rest of our lives together. My handsome husbae took me to my favorite beach in St. Lucia, and he proposed to me. I couldn’t be more excited, and not only are we getting married. Expect our twosome to become a threesome. Mommy and Daddy, established in 6 months!

Not only did he get engaged, he got her pregnant.

Now I’m pissed.

Dominic

Sitting down, I thought about the way that my life turned out to be.

I married the woman of my dreams, and I’m so glad that she is still with me after all of these years. Yes, my children cause me stress but, I love them all deeply. Angelique, Mason, Dominique, Madison, Major and Micah. Are all of my babies, and I wouldn’t trade them in for anyone else.

Which is why I am here. I love Angel and I love Dominique, but they don’t get along and they never have, I’m honestly sick of it. I need them to understand that at the end of the day, we only have each other.

“Hi Daddy.” Angel mumbled and sat down at the restaurant table.

I smiled at her, she had black hair, which I always loved, it reminded me of her mother when we were younger.

“What’s up? Why’d you call me here.” She quizzed

“I wanted a neutral place to talk, and the house is too busy nowadays.”

She nodded, “Okay, so what’s up?”

I sighed, I knew that my child had a short fuse, so I knew to tread lightly.

“Angel, I want to talk about your relationship with Dominique.”

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes, “Daddy, Ion wanna talk about that shit.” She said, picking up her phone, now ignoring me.

“Marie, I’m not playing with you, listen to me.” I spoke sternly, she knew I was serious, so she placed her phone down.

“Now, look, I know you don’t fuck with her because of what you think happened back then with your mother, Katie and I, But at the end of the day Angel, you were a child and didn’t understand anything back then and regardless of what happened, she’s here, she’s your sister and you need to treat her as such.”

“No. I don’t.” She pursed her lips and folded her arms

“Look,-“ She cut me off.

“Daddy, no disrespect, but Andrea and I will never have a relationship. I don’t like her, I don’t like her mother. We should just move on, because no matter how many talks we have, nothing will change.”

I chuckled, “Okay Xavier.”

She looked at me confused, yet unbothered.

“You act like your mother’s father. He was a mean stubborn asshole.”

Scoffing, “Thanks Dad.”

“Look, I wish I had the chance to have a relationship with my siblings.” I told her

“You never got to meet them?”  

My kids knew what happened to my dad and the story with my mom and I. I don’t even know how many siblings I have, all I know is that it is a lot of us. My father had multiple baby mommas.

I shook my head, “No, I believe I’m the youngest, and I’m in my 40s so, I know there’s some at least in like their 50s to 60s. Two of my older brothers died, and I never got to meet them. It’s a struggle Angel. Nique is really down and she needs all of us to be there for her.”

“Why do I have to-“

“She’s you sister. You took her to Planned parenthood. You have some protectiveness over her.”

“I dont like her, but I’m not that coldhearted Daddy.”

I smiled, “I know, so please reach out to her, have a conversation, her and her boyfriend broke up.”

“What a time to break up, when you’re stuck to each other for life by a baby.”

I shook my head, “Unfortunately, she told him that he may not be the father. I didn’t know my daughter was so promiscuous.”

All Angel could do was laugh, I looked at her,

“Angelique, it’s not funny.”

She shrugged, “I’ll talk to her daddy. But no promises on liking her.”

I smiled because I got my way, “That’s all I’m asking babygirl. Now-“ I picked up the menu and started to look at it, “Let’s hurry up and order, your mom is gonna be pissed that I had lunch at her favorite restaurant without her and I know you’re about to rack up a huge ass bill.”

She smiled devilishly, “You already know Daddy, been eyeing that Lobster tail.” She laughed.

Maurice

Smacking my lips, I ignored another one of her phone calls. This shit was annoying the hell out of me.

Aiden and Mason laughed and thought the shit was funny. It wasn't. I'm just trying to enjoy playing 2K with my brother and cousin and chill. I've been going through way too much for me to be this calm. Just as soon as I was starting to relax again, here she go, calling my damn phone.

"Nigga, just pick up the freaking phone. I'm tired of hearing the damn phone ring." Mason grumbled out, and Aiden clapped in agreement.

I rolled my eyes, and answered.

"What the fuck do you want Jada?" I asked.

"Damn, is that anyway to talk to your sister?" I heard Ree's voice.

My face scrunched up and I looked at my phone only to see Ree's face on my screen. Shit.

"Shit, my bad Ree, I thought you were Jada." I apologized

"Mhm. Still no way to answer the phone."

"Marie Angele, what do you want?"

"Nothing, Mommy wanted me to call to see if you had talked to Aye." She mumbled.

"Yeah, I'm sitting with him right now." I said looking at my little brother. I chuckled at all the times I tease him about being younger and he gets a whole attitude.

"Well tell him that he should come home, like the house, cause him and daddy gotta talk. Mommy got in touch with his birth mother."

Hearing this news made me sit up from the couch, 'Word?"

"Yup. You know Daddy pissed." Ree mumbled again.

I guess since I stopped playing the game, Aiden and Mason noticed, and both had concerned looks on their faces.

"What's going on?" Mason asked

"Nun, everything okay." I whispered to them so that I could still hear Ree.

"Anyways, I got to go Reese. I got class." She told me

"Yeah, Yeah, bye big head. Don't talk to no boys."

I could hear her rolls her eyes. "Whatever nigga, you not my daddy."

"We could bring him into this as well." I smirked.

"Goodbye Maurice Andre." and she hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Aiden asked.

I cleared my throat, thinking about how I was going to put this.

"Ree and Mom wanted to you to talk to Pops."  

He scrunched up his face, "Why would I talk to him, when he was wrong in that shit?"

I sighed, "Look, you need to talk to Pops. Period, at the end of the day, he still our dad,"

"Again, why would I talk to him, he doesn't want me to find my mom and without his help, I don't know anything about her. So until he's read to have that conversation, I'm not saying shit." He started to get defensive, and that's worse than anything.

"Look, just talk to your dad. It may turn out different than what you think." Mason called out from the kitchen.

"Nigga, if it were you, would you talk to your dad about this shit?" Aiden accused.

"Aiden." I sighed.  

"No, fuck that. Don't Aiden me! Why do I need to talk to dad so fuckin bad!!" He got up and started pacing. That's one thing that he got from our dad, his fuckin temper.

"Because," I sighed

"NIGGA WHAT!!"

"MOM GOT IN TOUCH WITH YOUR BIRTH MOM!"

When I said that Aiden just stared at me, and Mason came out the kitchen with a bitten sandwhich in his hand and his mouth full of food.

"Holy Shit." Mason said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After that whole debacle at the penthouse, I went to my own apartment. I needed to chill and relax. My family was an entire mess and I didn't have the mental capacity to handle them.

It was raining and I honestly used to love the rain., but now all it did was made me sad.

I was sitting in the dark, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep, butI couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t shut the hell off and neither would my damn phone. Getting pissed that it was Jada, calling me for the 100th time today. I chucked my phone across the room and it finally turned off.

For only, 5 minutes later, my front door started to get pounded on.

“Nigga, what the fuck!” I threw the covers off of me and went to open the front door.

“NIGGA GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE!!!”  

I swung open the door, and there stood the love of my life, fully 9 months pregnant.

I sighed, “Did you not understand, that by me not answering your phone calls, that I don’t want to talk to you?” I spat at her.

“Reese, I know you’re mad but we need to talk.” She pleaded.

“First of all, I’m not ‘Reese’ to you anymore. So don’t call me that. And we don’t need to fucking talk. You did enough of that 7 months ago.”

7 months ago, my whole world changed. Jada and I have been together since we were 13 years old. I loved this girl, with everything in me. The night she told me that she was pregnant, I proposed to her. I had planned on doing that with or without the baby. She accepted, but forgot to mention that I wasn’t the father of her child.  

I was so excited, had gotten pregnant before, but we were too young and both decided to have an abortion, and we never really spoke about it. But this was our baby and our chance to be a family. We were engaged for 3 months, and she never said a word. I bought baby clothes, set up a nursery, had names picked out and told my entire family. Only to get embarrassed.  

She won’t tell me who the father is, but she did tell me it was a one night stand because we had broken up two weeks before, and got back together right after that. She wanted me to forgive her, but I don’t see how I could.

“Maurice, I’m sorry.” She started to cry, and it hurt me to see her cry, but I couldn’t show weakness.

I shifted my weight on my other leg, and slightly prayed I wouldn’t regret this.

“You’re here now, what do you want?”

At first, she wouldn’t look at me, “I wanted you to know, that the father doesn’t want anything to do with this baby. And that um-“  

She cleared her throat, continuing. “I am giving the baby up for adoption, I found a nice family for him, I just want my old life back, I want you back. I love you.”

I stared at her, was she giving up her child because I broke up with her?

“You are giving up your child because I don’t want to be with you?”

She didn’t say anything, and that confirmed my answer.

“Jada, don’t do that because of me. Do that because you want to or actually need to. Don’t come to my door, saying you want me back and will give up your child, what kind of bullshit is that. Grow the hell up, stop playing with people’s feelings and do what you gotta do.”

She tried to answer back, but I shut the door in her face and walked back to my room.

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Whatever You Say, Rapp

Mitch Rapp x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, torture, mention of suicide (do not read if easily triggered - I do too, dw), mention of murder, mention of blood

A/N: First AA fic! I think I went a bit overboard with this and kinda crammed every scenario into this. Also, I am posting this in the middle of nowhere (like - near Scotland middle of nowhere) with the shittest wifi and the worst signal so I’m afraid no gif for this fic. I really hope you enjoy as I did really try with this one. Moose :)

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“Y/N, just got a call from Hurley, he has a lead on a potential case and he wants me to check it out” 

“You want me to work my magic?” You asked, taking a bite out of a slice of leftover pizza.

“Well, I can see your clearly busy” he gestured towards the pizza, amusement on his face. 

You groaned, storming past a grinning Mitch and plopping down in front of your laptop, “What’s the name?” 

“James Walton. Owner and manager of Walton’s Insurance a few years back but just stopped turning up one day. Single, looks around 35 to 40, no children as far as we know and-“ 

“Got him. I’ll just work out his social media passwords, find out his phone number and track his most recent activity. Piece of cake” 

Mitch smiled at you proudly, stroking your hair, “You never fail to impress me” 

“Most recent activity is just down the road. Go on, kick ass” you smiled up at him, kissing him before he grabbed his phone, gun and jacket, “Wait! Mitch!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“Earpiece” you reminded him, holding up the discrete earpiece first given to the two of you when you worked your first mission together. 

“Oh yeah, that’s kinda important” he smiled, kissing you before rushing down the apartment block stairs. 

You sighed heavily, slamming the door and grabbing the pizza box before heading back to the desk. 

“You there yet?” You asked, knowing the microphone attached to the laptop was already connected to Mitch’s earpiece. 

“No” Mitch chuckled, his voice low as he kept his profile in plain sight.

“You there yet?” 

“Don’t start this, babe. I can’t listen to you ask me that for the next 10 minutes” 

“Whatever you say, Rapp” 

You kept silent for a bit, listening to him breathe heavily, the sound of the crowd in the background. 

“You there yet?” 

“Oh my-I will destroy this” 

“By all means, but if you get in the shit, you’re on your own” you said, a mouthful of pizza.

“I love you” He chuckled, “I’m here. The cafe right?”

“Yeah. You see him?”

“No…are you sure he’s here?” 

“Most recent activity on his phone was…right there. Look harder” 

“Y/N, I’m looking!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone, aware that he was bringing attention to himself, “Can you check again?” 

“Mitch, I’m looking at the live feed right now, I can’t give you any more information than-OH MY GOD!” You screamed, the sound of crashing alerting Mitch, making him stand up and flip the chair.

“Y/N?!”

Silence. 

“Babe?! Are you there? Shit shit shit” 

Mitch sprinted back to the apartment block, gripping the gun in his jacket pocket. He burst the door open and took a sharp inhale of breath. The room had been trashed. The desk had been flipped, your computer monitors smashed, your laptop twisted, papers littering the floor. 

“Y/N? Are you in here?!” He called out, rushing to check every room, “Baby?!” 

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the note pinned to the door with one of his daggers. 

“No. No, no, no” he cried, tearing the note from the door.

One step ahead of you, Rapp. I’ll give her back for a price. Catch me if you can.

“Fucking BASTARD!” Mitch roared, screwing the paper up and throwing it in any direction, punching the drywall next to him, “He’s going to fucking pay. He’ll FUCKING PAY” 

He grabbed his phone up off of the floor from when it fell out his pocket, scrolling furiously to find Stan’s number.

“Stan? He took her. The bastard took her” 

“Get here in 10” 

————————————————

“I give you one mission Rapp, and here we are with an even bigger problem” 

If looks could kill, Stan would be dead on the floor right now. 

“You sent me on that mission. YOU sent me. Because YOU sent me, SHE is gone. That Walton guy took her!” 

“He’s more dangerous than we first thought. I spoke to Irene Kennedy-“ 

“The one that set me up in this whole fucking deal? That woman?” 

“Yeah. She was able to find me another agent to help you find Y/N” 

“I don’t want help” 

“You’re gonna need it, Rapp. If this guy is as dangerous as he turns out to be, you’re going to need all the help you can get. Look, this girl has been personally recommended by the CIA, she’s clearly good” 

Mitch sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “Fine. Fine. Do we have any idea where this Walton guy is?” 

“Kennedy is investigating right now. Apparently, a missing CIA ground agent is quite a big deal. Just lay low here for now while we wait for any news from HQ” Stan ordered, sitting on his desk and flicking through his phone.

“Look, this guy is a mass murderer. Fraudster. Just an evil guy. He might have his hands on my girlfriend right now. You really expect me to sit here willingly while she’s in danger?”

“Not my fault you’re in love with her” Stan shrugged, not looking up from his phone.

“This is all your fault!” Mitch screamed, his hands balled up into fists to resist the urge to punch anyone or anything nearby, “You sent me that mission! You asked me to go after this guy! Oh, and must I forget, YOU are the one that put me and Y/N in a team. You are the reason they went after her” 

“Whatever you say, Rapp”

Mitch growled slightly, making Stan look up, observing Mitch’s fuming body language, “She’s an agent too, she had just the same amount of risk being captured as any one of us. Just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t make her job any more dangerous than it already was”

Mitch breathed heavily and angrily, realising that Stan was right, “If anything happens to her, Stan…I-I just can’t lose her too. It was hard enough losing-losing-“

“Katrina?” 

Stan and Mitch both turned their heads towards the doorway, their eyes landing on a woman.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mitch spat, offended that she dared speak Katrina’s name.

“Your partner” she shrugged, pushing herself off the doorframe and heading past Mitch to shake Stan’s hand, “Sorry I’m late” 

“Well, you’re here now” he said, “Mitch, this is Rebecca Tulsa” 

“Like the town?” Mitch snarled, glaring at her.

“Good to meet you too”

“Alright. We have some intel. They tracked the van that they saw on CCTV leave your apartment garage, and it is currently on the way to…the airport” 

“The what-“

“You heard, Rapp. You guys better get your asses in gear to find out wherever the hell they’re taking her. Now, this guy is crazy rich so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re taking a private jet” 

“How are we gonna get onto the runway to track a private fucking jet?” 

“Work it out. Now go!” 

———————————

 The drive to the airport was silent, Mitch glaring at everything. 

“What’s with the anger, tough guy?”

“Shut the fuck up” 

“Or what?” 

“Or I’ll stop this car and throw you out” 

“You won’t do that” 

“Want to see me try?” He asked, his voice laced with venom, “The only reason you’re here right now is because of the fact that my superior demanded that I had to have back up. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be here right now” 

“Well, fortunately, it isn’t up to you. So you’re stuck with me” 

Mitch grumbled, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

“How did you even know about Katrina?” 

“I know everything about you” 

“You don’t know shit about me”

“Full name is Mitch Rapp, parents whereabouts unknown, only family left is your brother Steven Rapp, and the two of you were raised in McLean, Virginia. You attended Syracuse University where you majored in International Business with a minor in French. You attended college on a lacrosse scholarship, turning down a scholarship from the University of North Carolina because your high school sweetheart, Katrina Harper, was attending Syracuse with the hope of getting into broadcasting. The two of you went on a vacation to Ibiza where you proposed to her. She accepted but moments later the terrorist group-“ 

“That’s enough” Mitch warned, not wanting to replay the memories in his head.

“A year later, you graduated from Syracuse and a week later began training for the CIA, after being headhunted by Irene Kennedy. You spent years being trained by former CIA operative Stan Hurley. Since, you’ve been working multiple cases given to you by Hurley, one of which you were partnered with your now girlfriend, Y/N Y/LN. You’re fluent in Arabic, Persian, Urdu, Pashto, German and Italian. You’re ambidextrous but naturally use your left hand. You also prefer dogs over cats” 

Mitch was speechless, glancing towards his new partner, “You sure do know a lot about me” 

“I was given your file from HQ” 

“My file says I prefer dogs over cats?” 

“I did a little research on the side. Your alias’ Facebook profile, Mitch Kruse, likes a lot of posts including dogs. I know you and Y/N were also planning on adopting a dog” 

“You hacked into my facebook account?!” 

“What? Like it’s hard? Doesn’t your girlfriend do that for a living? I would have thought you had a lot more security on your accounts”

“One more word and I will put a bullet through your brain” 

“Whatever you say” Rebecca laughed, smirking at the idea that she had the upper hand.

————————————

You squinted your eyes, the bright light blinding you. As you adjusted to the environment, you tried to shout out, only to find that you had been tied and gagged to an aeroplane seat, your ears popping when you saw that outside the window, you were taking off.

“Boss, she’s awake” 

You were soon met face to face with the same guy Mitch had been trying to track down just hours ago. 

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on right now” 

You glared at him, not able to stop the single tear falling down your cheek.

“We know who you are. We know who you work for. And you will give us all the information about the CIA you can. Everyone you know who works there and what jobs you’re assigned. And we will not stop until you give us the information we need” 

You stared at him, flicking your eyes downwards to indicate towards the gag.

“Oh no, we’re not taking that out yet. Not until we’re at our final destination. You weren’t even supposed to wake up until we were there!” 

You looked at him with a confused expression, your heart racing in fear although you dared not show it.

“Bruce, please sort this girl out” 

“Yes, boss” 

The big, bulky guy stormed up to you, and after a single swipe from the back of his hand, you were out again.

—————————————

“I’m a business partner of Mr Walton, I need to know where he flew to this morning” Mitch demanded, glaring at the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, sir, but that information is classified” 

“I need to know, it’s urgent” 

“Again, sir, I can’t share that information with you” she persisted, smiling forcefully. 

Rebecca sighed, “Look, lady. We’re with the CIA. He is a wanted man and we have to know where he is going right now. If you don’t share this information with us right this second, we will take you into custody. Now, are you going to tell us where he is headed or are you going to leave this airport in cuffs?” 

The receptionist looked at Rebecca with fear in her eyes, immediately typing on her computer with a sense of urgency. Mitch looked at Rebecca surprised, making her smirk and shrug.

“Vancouver” 

“Canada?! Why the hell are they taking her to-“ 

“Calm down!” Rebecca hissed before turning to the receptionist, “I’m sorry about him. Listen, we need two tickets on the next flight to Vancouver” 

“There’s one leaving in 15 minutes. I’ll speak to security and let them know who you are and see if I can get you to the plane immediately. Do you have your CIA ID?” 

“Yes” Mitch huffed, surveying the airport.

“Great, just flash that at anyone who questions you and they’ll let you straight past” 

“Thanks for your help” Rebecca smiled weakly, grabbing her bag and running towards the gate. 

“So you just…go around screaming who you work for to any random person” 

“If it’s necessary, yes. If you want to catch this guy and get your girl back, then I suggest we get a move on” 

“You know best” he mumbled, starting to run towards the gate.

—————————————

“Who do you work for?”

“You told me you know. If you actually knew, you wouldn’t be asking me” 

James smacked your face, making you groan and twitch your jaw, the sting making your eyes water.

“I want names” 

“You may want them, but you’re certainly not getting them from me”

He laughed manically, sighing while rubbing his knuckles, “You’ve got quite a smart mouth on you, haven’t you, you slag” 

He punched you square in the jaw, making you hiss in pain and spit blood on the floor.

“Not gonna lie, you can take a punch”

“That’s what you get when you grow up with an abusive father” 

“Aw, what a sob story” he patronisingly cooed, punching the other side of your face, missing your eye by an inch, “Now are we going to get any names?” 

“You already know one” you breathed heavily, “If you knew who I was, then you know who I live with. I wasn’t quite out when I saw you pin that note up. I know you have your eye on Mitch. And I swear to god-“ 

“What do you swear?” He asked, smiling psychopathically, “What do you swear to god?” 

“You touch him, you have no chance of finding out any information from me. Touch one hair on his head, I will stay silent. Doesn’t matter how much you torture me, I won’t say a word if you hurt him” 

“You really love this man, don’t you?” 

“You will never know” 

James hummed, twisting the chair opposite you backwards, sitting on it back to front while staring directly at your face.

“Do you know who I am?”

“James Walton” you breathed, your head beginning to feel light headed.

“Everyone knows that, you silly little girl. I mean do you KNOW who I-“

“Grew up and was educated in England, family lived in Surrey and was hideously wealthy. You lived off Daddy’s money and used it to expand and branch out his business to America. You are the manager of multiple Walton’s Insurances across nearly 30 states, earning a net profit of about $20 million a year. That was, until, you had a loss of $4 million one year and you just stopped turning up to work one day"

“Enough” he snarled, jumping off the chair to pace around the dimly lit room, the only light from a flickering, industrial lightbulb.

“You’re a wanted man, both from the CIA and the FBI for both fraud and obsessive assassinations. Since then, you have participated in the murders of nearly 30 individual people, pretty much all of them being innocent people who were struggling to pay you back. You got a thirst for death and began torturing and killing people willy nilly! Not only that but you hide your true self behind the alias of James Walton, don’t you, Joseph Washington?!”

“I SAID ENOUGH!” He roared, launching himself towards you and punching you in the face until you were knocked down to the floor, “You have no right” 

“You killed the real James Walton, didn’t you?” You laughed breathily, your face in more pain that you thought you would ever endure, “You were raised in shitty government funded apartments in Chicago by two abusive parents, and you were born into no money. You spent years finding the perfect doppelganger that you could perfect becoming. You have lived most of your adult life as a fraudster. And you won’t ever stop, will you Joe?” 

He was so furious you could see his face turn red, his hand darting to grab the dagger from the table. He mercilessly stabbed your abdomen, making you scream out in pain, blood bleeding everywhere. You knew that he purposefully stabbed you in a place where no serious damage would be done, but you couldn’t feel like this was it. You just wished for Mitch to burst in the door and save you. 

“I’m being nice, Y/N…don’t piss me off”

He harshly got off of you, breathing heavily to calm himself down before heading out the room, leaving you tied to a chair, lying on the floor with a dagger in your abdomen in complete darkness. 

“Hurry up, Rapp”

—————————————

“Mitch, stop running” 

“We need to find her. The more time we spend here, the more they could be hurting her” 

“We don’t even know where he is! There’s no point just running around the city aimlessly. We don’t even know they’re still in Vancouver. We need to just lay low somewhere this evening, check all the local CCTV and work out logistically where he may be”

“I can’t waste a second here! They might be killing her” 

“They’re not gonna kill her” Rebecca sighed, exhausted and frustrated that Mitch would not slow down.

“How do you know what the hell they’re going to do to her?” Mitch snarled at her, finally stopping.

“They’re after information. You saw the note they left at your apartment, they’re after you. Knowing Y/N, she’s not going to release any information about anything or anyone” 

“Don’t pretend like you know anything about her. You don’t know her” 

“Yeah. Yeah, ok. I don’t. But if she’s anything like you, she’s tough” 

“God” he groaned, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion, “Yeah, she’s tough”

“You two are going to have the most amazing kids” Rebecca smiled, touching Mitch’s arm reassuringly.

“If we ever have any” he sighed, “You’re right. Let’s…let’s set up in the hotel across the street. We just need to find out where the fuck he went”

“I know you’re scared” 

“No, no you have no idea” he threw over his shoulder, storming out of the airport to signal a taxi.

“Actually, I kind of do” Rebecca mumbled as they got into the taxi.

“No, you don’t know what it’s like to be terrified. I’ve already lost one love of my life, I can’t lose another. She brought me joy in my life since-since I lost Katrina“ 

“Then it’s essential we get her back” she smiled. 

The ride to the hotel was silent, Mitch’s breathing heavy.

“My husband David, he…we both worked for the CIA for years. Met the same way you and Y/N did. We both went on a mission in Marrakesh and he was taken by the terrorist group we were meant to take down. He…he was killed” 

“I’m sorry to hear that” 

“I haven’t been the same since. We were planning on having kids and…buying a house and getting a dog” 

“You can still have that” 

“No” she laughed sadly, “No, I can’t. I promised him I would never love another person the same way I loved him” 

Mitch smiled sadly, “Maybe it’s time you moved on. He would want you to find someone that made you as happy as you deserve”

“Thank’s Mitch” she laughed quietly, “Maybe you’re not as cold-hearted as I thought you were” 

“I’m made of stone” he matched her laugh, “No emotions at all. Not sure how Y/N puts up with me to be honest” 

“Neither” 

———————————

“Good morning, Y/N” 

“It’s the morning?” You sighed, squinting out of one eye as the other was swollen from last night’s torturing.

“It’s been 5 days…I don’t think your Mitch is coming to save you” 

“I don’t need saving” you scoffed, twisting your hands behind your back to find some sort of comfort in the restraints.

“Oh, then please do tell, how are you going to get out of this situation?” 

“Just sleep with your eyes open” you smirked, or at least tried to.

“Do you want to know HOW I know that your Mitch isn’t going to come and rescue you?” 

You sighed and hesitantly made eye contact with him, “How?”

“Let me show you” he smiled, grabbing the closest table, and opening his laptop.

“What is that?” You asked, your eyes trying to focus on the screen on the laptop.

“That ls a live feed from a nearby hotel. Room 1804. Recognise anyone?”

You watched carefully, your heart dropping when you saw Mitch walk in the room with another woman. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and a beautifully shaped body. She was almost perfect.

“What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” 

“Um…well, just order some room service. I’m just gonna take a shower and then I’ll be right out” Mitch shrugged, throwing his duffel bag on the only double bed in the room.

“Don’t be too long” she smiled teasingly.

“What is this?” You asked quietly, not willing to believe what you were seeing.

“I think you know perfectly well what that is…do you know her?” 

“No”

“Oh, that’s funny…because I do”

“What?” 

“Her name is Lauren Bradbury. She works for me. Dear old Mitch needed some backup, so we sent Miss Rebecca Tulsa” 

“Like the town?”

“Except the REAL Rebecca Tulsa? She’s right here” he exclaimed, opening the nearby metal cupboard, a female body dropping out. 

“HOLY SHIT” you screamed, trying desperately to move away from the dead body that was laying on the floor.

“Oh look look!” The sick psychopath pointed towards the laptop, “It’s the best part!”

You shut your eyes, not wanting to see anything else that was going to break your heart. He must have noticed, as he moved around to the back of the chair to pry your eyes open, forcing you to watch. 

Mitch walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower.

“Rebecca? Did you order food?” He asked, grabbing some clothes from his bag. 

Rebecca came out from behind a wall in the room, only in her black, lacy underwear, “You can call me Bex, you know” 

Mitch stood staring at her, his breathing hitched, “O-okay, Bex”

She laughed, “Sorry, I was just getting changed into something a little more comfortable. I ordered food” 

“G-good” he stuttered, his eyes fixated on her face, trying not to look anywhere else. She smiled and stepped a few steps forward. 

“I was thinking about what you said earlier and you were completely right. I DO deserve someone who will make me happy” she whispered, placing her hand on his chest and running it up to his neck.

“Wha-“ Mitch was interrupted by her lips on his, forcefully pulling him closer towards her and dropping his towel so he was completely nude.

“MITCH!” You cried, Joesph pausing the video on the image of Mitch’s hands on Rebecca’s waist, their lips on each other. 

He tutted, “Maybe your boyfriend isn’t who he said he was” 

“He would never-“ 

“But he just did!” He rubbed it in your face, smiling at the tears falling down your face, “You don’t deserve him, Y/N. Look what he does to you. You get kidnapped and he sleeps with someone else?”

“I can’t believe he would do this” 

“You may not have believed it, but you best believe its true” 

You closed your eyes, letting more tears fall. You heard him chuckle under his breath, followed by the loud slam of the warehouse door.

——————————————

“Woah, what the fuck?!” Mitch shouted, pushing Rebecca by her waist so hard she fell to the floor, desperately trying to cover himself up with the towel that was pooling at his feet, “Was this your plan all along?!”

She laughed, “Oh, Mitchy. You really let your guard down” 

“Why are you laughing?” 

“No reason” she smiled, standing up and starting to get dressed back into some clothes, “Just how easy you are” 

“Easy? What do you mean, easy?”

“Oh that guy you’re looking for? James Walton? He’s in apartment 40 in Well’s House, two streets across from here” 

“How do you know that?” 

“I got intel” she shrugged, opening the door. It was slammed shut, making her squeal before she was flipped around, her back slammed against the wall with Mitch’s hand against her throat.

“YOU WORK FOR HIM, DON’T YOU?!” 

Rebecca laughed wheezily, struggling under his grip, “Whatever you say, Rapp”

His grip tightened and he was hissing through his clenched teeth, “Is she alive?”

“I don’t have to answer you” she struggled out, Mitch punching her in the gut.

“IS SHE ALIVE? IS SHE HURT?” 

“Hurt? Probably. Alive? Get there soon enough she may still be”

Rebecca was thrown to the floor harshly, Mitch storming over his bag to quickly get dressed before grabbing his phone, gun and jacket and heading out the door.

—————————————

“You can talk to me, Y/N” Joseph smiled creepily, wiping the dirt and blood from your cheek, “What’s the point of keeping everything a secret now? I know you’ve lost the will to live” 

“You don’t know shit. And you never will” you spat, looking at the floor, your heart still aching from what you witnessed not so long ago. 

“Y/N, you’re going to die one way or another. I did some research on you, you know. I know you were hospitalised for multiple suicide attempts. Mitch gave you a reason to live, didn’t he? What you just saw broke you inside…I know that you’re planning another attempt right now, aren’t you? Well, again, two ways you are going to die. You can talk and I will let you look at the world once more, or you can stay silent and I will just have to kill you myself” 

“Just another one to add to the list, right?” 

“If you want to look at it that way, sure” he shrugged, leaning on the table.

You sighed, knowing that you were going against your better judgement, “Fine. I’ll talk” 

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses” 

“I…my full name is Y/N Y/L/N, I am the intelligence partner of Mitch Rapp, we were trained by ex CIA operative Stan Hurley and our CIA intelligence superior is Irene Kennedy” 

“Well well well, that’s a good start” 

“I’ve got to be honest, that’s as much as I can give you. The group I trained with all probably have different names and lives. Those names are the extent of my knowledge”

“Oh” he frowned, revealing a gun from the back of his jeans, “Then I guess you’re no use to me” 

“Wait, we had a deal” you squirmed in the chair, your wrists raw from the rapes tying you to the back of the chair, “Please, I’ve told you all I know”

“It wasn’t enough. And you should know by now, Y/N…don’t trust what anybody says. It was nice to meet you” 

You began to sob as the gun was raised to your head, Joseph smiling. You closed your eyes when you heard two gunshots echo in the room, a sharp shooting pain in your shoulder. You opened your eyes when you realised that you were still breathing the same as you were, admittedly a little bit faster from the adrenaline. 

“M-Mitch?” You whispered, his devastated face breaking your heart. 

“What have they done to you?” He stepped over the body he just shot, his hand outreached to touch your face as if he couldn’t believe it was really you. 

“Don’t touch me” your voice was hoarse and dry, flinching away from his touch. 

“Y/N…” 

“If you’d like to untie me, Mitch, instead of letting me just bleed out here in this chair”

He stumbled a little bit, before rushing to cut the ropes, concentrating on not hurting you even the smallest bit. You stood up, hissing as your arm flew to your shoulder, trying to relieve some of the pain from the bullet wound. You turned to face Mitch, who stepped forward to embrace you, but you slapped him in the face.

“What was-“ 

“I saw you” you spat, your anger overcoming your fear of relief, “I saw you with that girl. Rebecca was it?” 

“Wait, what? How did you-“ he started, confusion all over his face as he tried to piece together what was going on.

“She was working with James Walton, who FYI, was really called Joseph  Washington and killed the real Rebecca Tulsa and replaced her with his own hired gun called Lauren Bradbury! YOU SLEPT WITH SOMEONE WHO WAS WORKING WITH THE GUY WHO WAS TORTURING YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” 

“I didn’t sleep with her! She came onto me!” 

“Oh yeah, yeah I’m sure she did. I WATCHED YOU!” 

“WHAT?” 

“Yeah! That Lauren installed a camera in your room and I was shown a live feed of you SLEEPING WITH HER!” 

“I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HER!” He roared, making you flinch in fear but you kept your guard up, “DID HE SHOW YOU THE WHOLE VIDEO?” 

“Enough to show me what my boyfriend was doing to the whore of a CIA agent” 

“What did he show you the video on?” He asked calmly, aware that you were still trying to recover from what you had just gone through. You pointed towards the laptop as much as you can, putting pressure back on your shoulder. Mitch stormed towards the laptop, fiddling around with the video before getting to just before the kiss. 

“I don’t want to watch this again” you said quietly, trying to keep the tears from falling. 

“Keep watching” 

You came and stood next to Mitch, hesitantly watch the scene again. 

“Woah, what the fuck?!” Mitch shouted, pushing Rebecca by her waist so hard she fell to the floor, desperately trying to cover himself up with the towel that was pooling at his feet, “Was this your plan all along?!”

She laughed, “Oh, Mitchy. You really let your guard down” 

“Why are you laughing?” 

“No reason” she smiled, standing up and starting to get dressed back into some clothes.

“Oh my god…”

“I would NEVER do that to you” he pleaded, stroking your hair back as you continued to cry, “You are the light of my life, Y/N. I wouldn’t hurt you if it cost me the entire world” 

“I thought you-“ 

“You thought wrong. Baby, I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my real life. I want to marry you and have kids with you and…you mean too much to me. You know, before I met you I had no reason to live. I tried to kill myself too many times to count. Then I met you and suddenly there was a reason to live again” 

“Really?” You asked, your hand taking his. 

“Yes” he laughed, crying himself, “I want you in my life forever and ever” 

You carefully tilted your head up to him, kissing him gently, feeling his hand on your lower back stroking you gently. 

“So this mission was a success then” you laughed against his lips, feeling him smile. He pulled you in tightly, snuggling his head into yours, placing small kisses on your neck. 

“Ow ow ow, Mitch, stop” you pushed him away, “Shoulder”

“Oh, oh shit, of course” he pulled away, leading you out towards the door. However, after taking one step your knees buckled and you began to fall, Mitch catching you just before you hit the ground. 

“Woah, are you ok?” 

“Yeah” you sighed, “Probably just dehydrated” 

“When was the last time you drank? Hell, ate?” 

“Umm…probably that slice of pizza I was eating when you left for this goddamn mission”

“Holy shit” Mitch breathed out, swiftly picking you up and carrying you out into the fresh air, knocking you out instantly. 

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“Morning, sweetheart” Mitch kissed your forehead, stroking the hair out of your face.

“How long was I out?” 

“A couple days. I gave you a bath, washed your hair…not gonna lie, that was kinda tricky” he laughed, making you smile.

“Thank you” 

“Oh, and I patched up your shoulder. Managed to get the bullet out and cleaned your shoulder up. Feel any better?” 

“How many drugs am I on right now?” 

“Quite a few” 

“There’s your answer” you smirked, trying to sit up.

“I spoke with Stan, let him know that the guy is dead. Irene too. They send their love”

“No, they didn’t” 

“Yeah, you’re right they didn’t” he laughed, moving to lay next to you on the bed to put a film on.

“I love you” you whispered, kissing the hand that was interlocked with yours. 

“I love you too” he kissed your head, the sound of his phone ringing next to you. 

“Don’t answer it, don’t answer it” 

“Yeah?” Mitch said, putting the phone to his ear as he spoke to Stan.

“Damn you, Rapp” you groaned, shuffling around to try and get comfortable, even with the comfort of the muscly man next to you, who was actually surprisingly soft, as he spoke to whoever it was on the phone.

“Thanks” he shut the phone off and threw it on the end of the bed, “That was Hurley” 

“And?” 

“He has a lead on a potential case and he wants me to check it out”

“Want me to work my magic?” 

“No. You’re not going anywhere. And neither am I. Not until you’re 110% better” he demanded, tickling your side gently.

“Whatever you say, Rapp” you shrugged, scrolling through the movie selection on the TV at the end of the bed.

Mitch looked down at you proudly, “When are you going to become Y/N Rapp?”

“When you ask me”

“I’m asking right now” he smiled, making your eyes go wide and drop the remote on the duvet.

“What-“ 

“I haven’t got a ring or anything on me but that doesn’t make me want to do this any less. I never thought I could love again but ever since you came into my life, everything has just made sense. I love you and I want to show you how much I love you until the day I die”

“That could be any day from now until whenever. You know what our job is like” you tried to argue, but you were shoved gently, Mitch being careful of your shoulder. 

“All the more reason to become a Rapp before it’s too late” 

“Ok”

“Ok?” 

“Yeah” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently, wincing slightly at the pain it caused your shoulder. 

“You’re going to be my wife” he whispered, shocked and astounded by the idea that you could ever love him that much, “I love you” 

You smiled back up at him, interlocking your hand with his once again, “Whatever you say, Rapp”

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Forbidden - part 2 (Dimon romantc)

The story can also be found on Wattpad You can find the first chapter here Feedback is greatly appreciated. It has been a little over three weeks since I moved in my dorm and started my studies at the Uni. Although I am still quite ‘green’ as the graduates would call it, I actually started to get used to my new life here and I do like it. It feels freaking good to be meeting tons of new people who know nothing about you and have never met you before. I’ve gotta say that Chelle and I have really hit it off and get along quite well, too. We go out at the discos every weekend and it’s been a great fun to get lose with her. She is one pretty crazy gal, can talk about the weirdest shit ever and wouldn’t even bother. We usually go out, pass by some fast food chain to grab a bite, then leave for the big alcohol smash and return to the same restaurant spot to eat afterwards again. Don’t ask me why, it just is that way every time. It is now 10 AM on a Sunday morning and at this point my hangover is killing me for real. And the sunlight piercing through the windows doesn’t help at all, so I just cover my eyes with my right arm. I can’t help but wonder why every time after a good night out, the next morning feels like a payback? A few minutes later and I get this really irritating feeling of having to pee right on this instant. I groan tiredly at the idea of getting up and although that’s the last thing I feel like doing right now, my full bladder wins, so I slowly waddle my way to the bathroom. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol is everywhere, my clothes smell, my lingerie smell; even my skin has soaked it up. I’m in a desperate need of a shower, so this is the priority task on the to-do list now. I do my job on the toilet in what feels like a slow motion and collapse back onto my bed. Despite all the drinking and partying there was still no puking or anything, so good job Demetria, I tell myself. Sleeping on doesn’t seem possible right now so instead I grab my phone and start scrolling over my social media. Most of the stuff I see is memes and photos from the party last night, so I quickly run through the galleries. I zoom over every picture that I am tagged in and fortunately for me, I look more or less decent in them. I decide to go through my own camera snaps in search for something new to upload on my profile, but the majority of the pics are either vague or too dark, so I drop it. In the mean time the phone buzzes in my hands and I notice a messenger head pop from Marissa, my best friend back home. I click onto the icon to have a look on what she says. “Wazzzzza girllll, is everything alright with u there? Give me a call when u see that.” I chuckle to myself and dial her number. I haven’t talked to her in a good six days, being busy with the project we got from the uni or going out on the free days. When I got admitted for my studies she was a bit upset that I was leaving, so we promised each other to keep in touch and share a lot with the latest news and gossips going around. After 3 beeps, she picks up. “Yoooooo, wat up, chicka?” “Took you long enough to answer, eh?” – I teased her. “Haha come off it, I was in the bathroom” – She replied, laughing. “Oh well, since when aren’t you bringing it with you in there?” “Since I dropped my brand new Galaxy S in the loo last year, remember?” – We both started laughing at the memory of it. “Oh yeah, right, I now remember this masterpiece of yours. How are you, what’s going on?” – I asked. “Well nothing much to be honest. I’ve been bored as fuck lately with uni, work, you know how it is. “ “Awwwwwee, does someone miss me and my trolling comments?” – I mocked her again. “You wiiiiiish lol. But yeah, I do. Nobody here is up for anythi-i-i-ing, so I’m living a retiree’s life now I swear.” – She complained. I chuckled at her whiny voice. “So tell me, what’s new around you? Haven’t talked to you in like a week” “Yeah sorry, I’m still overwhelmed with everything here, lessons, parties, classmates, all of that” “Anything in particular? Like, tell me are there any hotties going around those lessons, parties or classmates?” – She asked cheekily. Always the first one to ask about that. “Well, there are some going around, not gonna lie. But hey, there’s still Rob, in case you have forgotten already”. – I remind her, even though I’m technically single already. “I thought you guys broke up?” “Well, we did, but I promised him I’m not gonna hook up with anyone here, so” “Oh come on Demi, you are so far away. You don’t expect to never like anyone for the next few years there, do you? The same goes for him.” “Marissa, I’m not saying it is impossible but I have no desire for it whatsoever now.” “I think you are over-doing it here. I mean that’s why you guys broke up, so that you both see if you love each other enough to not like anyone else. What you’re doing is different, though.” “And how exactly is it different?” “Well, you should check if you will like someone else, but what you are doing is trying not to like someone else.” – She explained in her serious tone. “You’re wrong. But you know, there isn’t anyone so far anyway.” “We will see about that. Anyway, let’s cut the shit, give me some highlights or I don’t know, some spicy stuff from Berklee now please, I’m so bored” I guess it was no surprise that my mind immediately wandered over to Simon. I mean that was surely one of the highlights and unfortunately, probably the most embarrassing moment so far during my month of stay here. And the cringer part is, one: he is my lecturer and second: I still find him very attractive. Too much for what is acceptable for a student. As if any of this is acceptable at all, I thought to myself. “Demi? You there?” – I heard Marissa ask on the line. “Yeah, sorry, I just got carried away a bit there…– I replied. “But alright…since you’ve asked, I’m gonna tell you about it… there was this really cringy thing that happened to me” – I trailed off. “Yes?” “But don’t mock me too much about it, alright?” “God, Is it that bad?” “Not my greatest move by far” “Okay, now I really want to know. What’s up?” – She asked curiously. “Ehm, I was basically... you know… ehm so the other day, when I was going to school and was just crossing the street, a car nearly hit me and so it stopped right next to me, stirring the wheels and all” “Jesus, are you okay?” – She asked worriedly. “Yeah yeah, don’t worry, nothing happened. Anyway, the thing is I was running late so I got mad at the driver. Called him a fool and kicked the bumper, like not that hard but still…” I heard her laughing on the other end of the line. “Why am I not surprised?” She kept on laughing. “And, what happened afterwards?” “Well, I kept walking my way, got to the Uni and all and long story short, it turned out the driver of that same car was also my lecturer…” “HAHAHAHAHA, Oh my God, are you serious?” – She was laughing hysterically. “Yup” – I replied, not believing it myself, shaking my head. “Oh my God, I’m literally gonna pee myself here.” – She said through what sounded like tears from laughter. “So much for a friend’s support” – I replied ironically. “Oh come on Dems, it is funny.” – Her laughter was only confirming my fears of how bad it was. I couldn’t blame her though; perhaps I would have laughed just as much. “Hey, come on Dems, I’m sorry okay. But Jesus, tell me about bad luck there. Did he recognize you later on in the class?” – She asked much calmer this time. “Yeah, he did and he told me he knew it was me. I was so embarrassed, Marissa, you have no idea…” “I get it hun, and I’m not gonna lie to you, Dem, that’s pretty embarrassing. But it’s not like you wanted to offend him, I mean you didn’t know it was him so he shouldn’t take it close to heart.” – She said. “I know, but still, I felt like the dumbest ass over there, seriously.” “Ehm, did you, like, apologize?” “I tried, but he didn’t let me. Once he was done talking he left the room so I couldn’t.” “You have pissed me him off, Dem. It is understandable. He will get over it, don’t worry about it. Maybe just try to say sorry when you can.” “Do you think that will fix it?” – I asked hopeful. I now got a feeling that I probably cared more than I should, but more importantly, more than I thought I did. “Well, even if it doesn’t, that’s all you got.” “I guess you are right...” “I am. So just breathe now and don’t think about it anymore alright?” “Yes. Thanks hun, feeling better now to be honest.” “You welcome. We all make mistakes, I doubt it that he never made one.” I silently agreed with her. “Hey Dems I gotta go now, so I will talk to you later chicka.” “Alright, drop me a line when you can.” “Will do. Byeee” “Bye”. And I hang up. It always feels better after sharing your worries with a close friend. Marissa was surely the only person who knew so much about me, both good and bad stuff. Mostly bad, I mean nobody hides the good part, do they? I dropped my phone on my left side and thought about my convo with her. She did try her best to calm me down and most likely has sensed I was worried about it. Not something quite typical, but she didn’t give it a second thought, at least while talking and I was thankful for it. The thing is, I really don’t know if I care so much because I fancy him somehow or because I am still pretty ashamed of what I did. I thought about what she told me regarding Rob as well. That it is not only dependent on me if we will stay true to each other, but on him too. That was one thing that didn’t really cross my mind so far, and it did incent my doubts. Not that I didn’t trust him or anything, it is just that by now I have kept my focus on what I am doing and never actually thought that it is not just me and what I am doing here, it is about us both. And it is scary. Did he love me? Well, he told me he did. Did I love him? I think I do. I mean I’ve been in love with him for the past few years that should mean something right?? Whilst on theory everything seems to be working just fine, it surely isn’t as simple. I need time to think, and I should surely have it figured out by Christmas, when I will be going home for the holidays. I played a bit with my fingers and heard Chelle moving around in the bathroom. I was surprised she has woken up just now, it is already almost 11 AM and she usually handles hangovers much better than me. I heard her shutting the syphone and then knocking on my door quietly. “Hey Dems, got a minute?” – She called from outside. “Yep, come in” – I said, still curled up under my covers. She came in and sat on the verge of my bed, next to my feet. “Hey, still lying in bed I see.” – she smiled and poked me on my shoulder. “Noo, I’m awake, but just talked on the phone with my friend for like an hour” – I explained still sleepily. “I know. I heard you telling the story about you, Mr. Cowell and your intriguing acquaintanceship to someone.” – She laughed at the memory. Chelle was the first person I shared this with, she was in the dorm when I got home from that embarrassing class and sensed something was up. She then asked me and I told her about it. “Yeah, don’t even mention it, I’m still so embarrassed.” – I said, hiding my face in my pillow. “Oh come on Dems, we talked about it. It’s over already, you can’t do anything to change it.” – She shrugged her shoulders. “I know Chelle, but it is just so bad…” “It is not the end of the world, Dems. To be honest I thought you were over it by now, you haven’t mentioned it lately.” “Well yes, because I haven’t had classes with him ever since, but guess what – next week I will.” – I said kind of irritated. “Right, I heard he was back in the states from his work in Britain the other day too.” – She said. “He is like the buzzing topic among the girls here.” “Having in mind even you have heard something, he surely is” – I laughed and she followed too. “Come on, let’s go out and have some food. Just let me take a quick shower.” – I added, running to the bathroom already. “Okay, 20 minutes and we’re going” – She replied, jumping off my bed and going to her room. I guess it is time to get this Sunday finally started.

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Suspended from Twitter Again from Organized Harassment

The thought of catching up scares me and it keeps me going back to check what happens on reddit etc and then I fucking just don’t want to write even though I am acting irrational on twitter more than usual. I then start commenting on twitter more than focus on my personal journal and I am prompted with people trying to trigger me because they sense vulnerability in me, and I feel these people are employed to do this kind of behavior, as you can tell from my plethora of videos, blogs, tweets, instagram posts etc. I have angered so many people in this world, where there is a team dedicated to fucking with me and tarnishing my image, and instilling paranoia in me, and since the Stern Show, I feel is responsible, even though I cannot confirm 100 percent, they have dedicated an obscure subreddit dedicated to me claiming they are working to get me banned from twitter, and other social media outlets, hinting my family and friends are in connection with government agents, because I am technically on a watch list, or at least that is how I see it, and they have limited my movements and since I have angered people in my life with jabs because I feel a lot of them are in connection with people behind the scenes. I know it sounds crazy that this type or organization is going on for an individual, but there are teams dedicated to doing this to others. People in the system, mostly public figures, have been targeted, and some of them behind the scenes are organizing teams for employed fandom to take over the internet, depending if that person is supposed to be popping.

I have been pointing out this for the last several years how this is going down or at least putting theories, that have not been officially backed up specifically, but there are plenty of articles in prominent news and media outlets that have shown you what the capabilities are based off what has happened in the past, and because I am not partaking in sports tribalism, and people knowing it might bother me because this type of pretentiousness bothers me when people make these sporting events seem like some great moment for history, as we are currently becoming America light, and since a lot of this is predetermined and is supposed to propel this city into the upper echelon, I feel like people are blinded by this, and not focusing on the political shit involved with all of this. I am glad Toronto is in the championship, it is cool, despite me being irrational and wanting to hate it because people who love it have contributed into hurting me behind the scenes and stumping my growth, and have stolen everything from me.

I am not allowed to even express any of my irrational behavior to help me to cope because by letting me speak out, people see me as a threat because I bring transparency into the system, and even though the people in charge, hypothetically, have tarnished my image from being credible, and being seen as someone in his mom’s basement who spews out conspiracies and is obsessed with pro wrestling, and he doesn’t want to get laid because he feels he is not mentally capable to satisfy women, and also believing some of them could be agents, but they will label me an incel, when the people they work for in the upper echelon are the ones who treat women horribly and basically bribe them to give them good PR and then when they are allowed to disclose a horrible scenario involving one of those men, then they are seen as crazy. These people have been entitled, and hell they don’t put men or women on a big stage unless they had to compromise themselves physically and mentally. I point that out and I am seen as the bad guy, and now that people are still tuning into seeing me, even by suppressing the views, so people can watch it by other means, in a group setting, because a lot of people online are a part of groups that gossip how to fuck with people, because they are given incentive, the system has bribed these people with perks and access and makes their lives a lot more comfortable, when they can’t suppress my views they will actively cut short some of my periscope sessions. I will do 20 plus minutes and these people will somehow make it 4 minutes or something.

More Whack Packers are dying and the ones alive are dealing with harassment are prompted to kill themselves and being harassed with the worst type of shit imaginable, and threats of doxing and instilling fear that Howard is going to kill me or that Vince McMahon will kill me, because I speak out on horrible things they may be accountable for even though they will never take accountability and they are protected, and so are the people who are attached to them, and now I feel they have constantly being fucked with me because they want me to be put in a hospital or they want me to attempt suicide, and the movements and transparency in my life seems people who are supposed to be close to me help in that regard, and it is much more important to be connected to what everyone else is doing that is popular, and stick by the official narratives, they would do it at the expense as someone who is supposed to be their friend. Social Justice Warriors, who claim to stand up for injustice, and some of them put their money where their mouth is, but others are just there for the limited narrative and they act outraged when they are told to, so it looks like they are speaking out against racism, when they ignore the larger chunk that is going on systemically. I spoken out how other Whack Packers could be sacrificed for their fame or what they contributed to the system, and Tan Mom and Marfan Mike are hospitalized, and people capitalize on that conspiracy and hint that I am the next Whack Packer who will die.

I have one asshole who is clearly obsessed with every move and speech I make and talks about it nonstop and misrepresents it and if I don’t give this dude and his group of people the entertainment, and for me to take the barrage of harassment about where I am in my life and how everything I am saying is delusion, but then I analyze them and this person in particular about what his life must be like, because he has made grand announcements he was done watching anything I do on periscope, but then constantly does it and then hints that people are after me, and it is clear this person is bought off because I can’t imagine anyone being this obsessed with me for fun. He is obviously protected and he makes claims that people in my life had people look into him for harassing me, just to make it seem like he is dealing with some harassment to take the fact off that I am dealing with the real deal.

No one with a platform is allowed to speak, and even anything that I write, this particular agent just takes everything I say and misrepresents it as delusion grandeur when I am not the only one going through this and the ones that are, are too afraid to address it because it makes them look crazy and I am a bigger target because I was on of the biggest radio shows in the history of radio. I got active mob bosses in this system trying to silence me, and they know by suspending my social media, I will implode, and I know people in my life are probably hoping for that too since everyone fucking hates me.

I know when I write this blog, barely anyone will care because people are only invested when I am mentally breaking down and not being able to fucking handle any of the backlash and it becomes great entertainment for them to get to interact with a whack packer from the Stern Show because they are more invested in harassing me or harassing Wendy because it does not have to focus on their shitty lives so they attack people within the system, even wrestlers go through this targeted shit, but I don’t know if they realize they system they are emboldened to, are probably the ones organizing it since the people in charge exploit anything while pretending they care about these social issues and mental issues, while helping perpetuate the harassment, and when people like me speak out, and even as irrelevant I seem to be, I still anger a good chunk of them and they are constantly coming for me. and they will not stop until I am completely self destructive and kill myself, and the fact that people in my life could be helping with that just so they can have access to these institutions  and all the industry sex workers they could ask for because they are that easily compromised, but they are doing it at my expense, when me being a public joke for the Stern Universe and the Wrestling Universe to get a hold of, they have profited off of it behind the scenes more than anyone and will never admit anything.

They will never stop and it is fine if 10 people read this, I hope that some people who do read this actually know what is going on and please let it be known that this is happening as no media outlet will fucking care about this, because they are told when they can start going after stories, even as truthful some of the leftist ones are, they have to be compromised a little bit, even with the conspiracies, you would think someone on the Stern Show would attract these people to see what I am thinking right, but even they are limited. Only when some vindication occurs, or if I implode and something horrible happens, then after the fact they will care, they will not see my growth and exposing the way the system has manipulated us into hating each other and being more racist, misogynistic, homophobic, and presented it as the cool thing to do because I bought into it for a good portion of my life, but these people who have the chance to do it, don’t because they would limit their discussion and not have nuance and pretend they are speaking out on something big and powerful, when it is merely just calling out one person in the system who said something racist, and people behind the scenes don’t care, it is meant for a limited narrative and because I am sick of the status quo, and have constantly spoken out on shit that I have to say are theories, because I can’t prove a lot of it, they still see me as a threat and will continue.

Normally I write down my thoughts privately but even that is not 100 percent private, it is constantly hacked and people move my cursor around when I spew some venom just to get it off my chest and since I have not written down anything it is getting difficult to know what is in my fucking mind. They will keep fucking with my mental health and it will never stop. I am clearly not high on anyone’s list to help out, even though I have taken on big wigs like Stern. I don’t care how irrelevant he seems to be to the culture, he has pull behind the scenes, even the negative he still controls I think, he can easily have it seen as the people who hate him are the republican Trump supporters, while also being a secret Trump supporting, but somehow on this endearment tour he is going out on, he has convinced people he has secret information about Trump not wanting to be the president, which would beg the question, why did he not say anything before the election? He is in bed with Trump, and he is protected as long as Trump is in power, but no one can see this and the ones who can, are not allowed to say anything. They have managed to censor me during the Raptors game, because it hurts people locally to know that I point out that this is all predetermined, and maybe it is my irrationality and insecurity that I did not connect with my city, and someone who has sold their souls have more respect in this city than someone like me, who did not want to partake in rituals that compromised another life, and then later on have a rabid fan base attack those people and make them seem crazy. Maybe with all my flaws, I still have a fucking soul and actually don’t want people to be discriminated against or oppressed.

People will sacrifice their own loved ones to be part of the upper echelon and it makes me not want to be part of this world, because as far as I am concerned I was never loved, all through my life they have made it known how they treat me, even back in high school or now because Stern has allowed them to be trolls in the system who can put me down because they resent me for being someone who blew up and I can see what their intention is, and when they got what they needed, they sold me out and exclude me from anything that does not benefit them because they secretly hate me. So why don’t you just end me, you won’t though, because I have been told I am needed here, I need to be mentally tortured and limited, as long as pretentious people in the system and in my life prosper and can control me. I don’t want any part of it. Let me die. Come on Howard, sacrifice me, like you supposedly sacrifice other Whack Packers, and then your sick fan base can claim “HE GAVE THEM FAME AND WITHOUT STERN THEY WOULDN’T BE KNOWN” while allowing a sick fan base to treat us like shit and then you make all the fucking profits. Fuck you.

Anything I have said I don’t have factual proof. I will never have it, and if I did they would certainly fucking kill me, and until then they are hoping they fucking I fucking kill myself because it would fit into their narrative better, maybe pat themselves on their back for feeling bad for this torture while they helped create it. They torture everyone in the fucking whack pack and no one cares. We are all lower than filth to these pretentious snobs. Fuck each and every one of you that have allowed this to happen. I hope you catch and become riddled with herpes from all the orgies you sold your souls for. I hope everything around you crumbles, and even if I will never become vindicated from any of this and continuously be mocked by an obsessive troll who is showing off the harassment he can do under the guise of “calling me out on my bullshit” since I did not embrace him, because these sick people want to be producers of mine for a podcast or be a co host, and I don’t want to be with anyone, because I think you are all government agents. Fuck each and every one of you for doing this to me. It makes no difference because you will be coddled within your group chats, where you sick fucks are taking bets on which whack packer is going to die next. Fuck you all.

#Hanzi Stern Howard Show Sternshow Zionist Illuminati WWE Vince McMahon trolls paid subservient shills racism sexism harassment misogyny #secrecy transparency assholes NBA raptors toronto tribalism irrational hatred associates friends loved ones #media outlets mainstream leftist right wing power limited narrative

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Find yourself 3

An/ this is my 3/10 installation please send request too I want to do blurbs

8 o’clock came quickly for the twins and y/n , they all were signed with the same management so they agreed to meet at the twins house .

Y/n rolled over in her bed looking at the clock blaring out an annoying song from the radio, reaching over she hit off on the alarm 6:30 am she read as she sighed heavily and got up slowly. Shuffling to the mirror on her wall she frowned , he hair was a mess her make up was dried and smeared “great” she mumbled as she going into her own washroom as she turned on the shower stripping her clothes she stepped into the warm water and started scrubbing at her hair and face .

After a good twenty minutes of standing in the water , shaving and daydreaming she heard the door open “Ethan I swear to god if you dump cold water in here I will post all the pictures I have of you being a fuck boy when you were 14” she said emotionalessly and grabbed her conditioner. The figure sat on the counter and chuckled “it’s Grayson first of all and second can I see those pictures “ he said with a smirk as y/n poked her head out and rolled her eyes “you know most people wait till their friends are out of the shower “ she said and shrugged as she went back to rinsing out her hair “yeah well you’ve been in here for 30 mins” Grayson played with his own damp hair and bit at his lip “look I don’t know what’s going to happen today .. but if they suggest that we stop hanging out for a whil me or that you leave ... James said you can stay with him , not that you have to leave “ he rambled as y/n listened turning off the shore and wrapping her purple towel around her self from the inside rail.

Pulling back the curtain she rung out her wet hair and eyes him “ I’m ... I don’t want to leave Grayson “ she said sternly “even if they suggest it it’s off the table “. Grayson eyes the girl in front of him a blush creeping up his neck as he averted his eyes and nodded “okay well we don’t want you to leave “ he reassured her as she started out to her bedroom Grayson sat back and looked at her again before shaking his thoughts away and following after her.

Y/n hung out with Grayson until 7:45 when Ethan all sleepy eyes and red shorts clad walked into the room with a yawn “ why didn’t you wake me up “ he mumbled and grabbed some water and a bowl for cereal as the other two laughed “E I woke you up twice “ Grayson said as y/n smiled into her coffee mug. The three sat at the table with small talk when they were intruppted by a knock” not even a second late “ y/n mumbled and stood up as the twins did. Grayson answered the door as y/n and Ethan sat at the table waiting.

“Hey guys !” Stacey their manager said walking in offering a smile as she hugged Ethan and y/n . The two sat back down and Grayson on y/n’s other side. Stacey brought out her laptop and sat across from the three with a small smile again.

“ so ... I’m just going to dive right into the problem ... and as influencers this is effecting your image big time guys, your blowing up on so many platforms , but losing more followers than when you went on hiatus “ she said without missing a beat. Y/n groaned she wasn’t anywhere near as popular as the boys but she didn’t want to be the reason they were being wronged “Stacey ... we need a solution we know what is happening “ Ethan said and leaned on the table. Stacey showed them numbers and frowned “well y/n could take a break from being in your videos and social media ... perhaps leave an-“ “not gonna happen “ Grayson shot her down “she is staying here we help each other out with content , editing and she’s family Stacey “ he said and crossed his arms.

Stacey frowned and nodded not wanting to remove y/n from the boys anyway.

After two hours of back and forth with the boys and Stacey with y/n hardly making a sound they took a break. Stacey went to make a phone call, Grayson left to sit by the pool on his phone and Ethan and y/n went to the kitchen. Ethan grabbed some snacks as he watched y/n pop up on the counter “this is crazy “ she breathed out not realizing how much was being affected by this. Ethan went wide eyed and laughed “SHE SPEAKS” he yelled slightly annoyed and ate his food. Y/n laughed dryly as she rolled her shoulders “ she dosenr have any ideas or solutions”

Ethan rolled his eyes and hit her knee lightly so they could go back to the table, well what were you thinking for the past two hours .. I saw the deep in thought gaze you had going on “ he said dumping back in his chair as she did the same. She shrugged “it’s stupid “ she said as the younger twin came back in “what’s stupid ?” He questioned as he closed the sliding door “ my idea I guess “ she said with a pinch to her nose. The twins eyes each other and the their friend “it can’t be as stupid as you deleting social media “ grayson said referring to one of Stacey’s ideas .

Y/n sighed heavily as she leaned on her elbow and brought her thumb to her mouth nibbling the side just as Ethan swatted it out with a look “okay ... maybe I just need like .. a publicity boyfriend “

The twins looked at her with raise brows and opens their mouths but the voice that came through was Stacey’s “Yes!” She ran in “that’s it ... a fake relationship!”

Y/n’s head shot up and she furrowed her brows “what ? Really “

Stacey nodded happily “yes it’s perfect “ Ethan on the other hand shook his head “no one will buy it guys ... you haven’t been spotted with anyone or tweeted about anyone the only other guys you’re around are Bryant and James y/n” Grayson nodded in agreement “ an bry is taken and James is gay “. Y/n frowned but knew they were right “yeah that’s true “ she sighed and watched Stacey as the blonde woman thought in silence taking in what the twins said before a smirk formed in her lips, not just a smirk a smirk they all knew too well a mischievous one “oh no “ y/n groaned catching on quickly “yes “ Stacey grinned as y/n whined “Stacey no “

As y/n whined and Stacey fell into a laugh the twins shred a look of confusion as Grayson shrugged “guys what’s going on ?” He asked concerned

“She has to date one of you “ Stacey said before y/n could protest . The woman nodded giddily and clapped her hands together “it’s perfect .. so perfect I don’t know know how I didn’t think of it hours ago “

Ethan bit at his own thumb as Grayson sat with his mouth open “wait what ... no we don’t even act like that “ he tried to fight but Stacey nodded “of yes you guys do “ she smiled and typed on her computer “it’s so obvious and so easy to do we will ease into it over the next week or two social media over drive this weeks videos “

Y/n felt like the world was spinning out of control and she finally felt it catch up as she looked between the twins “ wait that’s it “ she said finally as all three of them looked at her” it’s the easiest solution sweetheart unless you want to leave “ y/n pinched the bridge of her nose to think it through as she nodded “ who has to do it “ she said finally as Stacey looked up her mouth opening and closing again “uh “ she looked between the twins as Grayson sat up straight in his seat and Ethan looked at y/n “ Ethan obviously “ Stacey said with a laugh as Grayson sat back a bit in his seat “no offence but Grayson is more of your older brother to the public ... Ethan is easier to convince with all the snap chats and video clips of you two ... plus people want it more ... sorry Grayson “ she said offering a smile as y/n nodded looking at Grayson “you would kill me in a day anyway “ she offered as he laughed lightly and nodded

“So I need you guys to tweet that your video will be late today ..” Stacey broke the silence as she started packing her things “you need to film a raw sit down video ... tell the fans the truth “ she said and put her bag on her shoulder

“We don’t have a truth Stacey ...” y/n tried as she shrugged “pretend its a skit “

“Stacey this isn’t easing into it “ Grayson argued as she nodded “just tell the fans what’s happening with you three ... that she isn’t in it for money ... then post a few snaps Ethan .. “ she shrugged “it’s easy “

With that Stacey was gone and y/n sat with a scoff “well I guess that’s that “

“(Y/N Ethan ship name ) confirmation “ Ethan mumbled as he stood up to make a snap with Grayson about their video.

Y/n sighed as she watched them and went to set up the studio. She sat on the end of the couch as the boys sat as well Ethan in the middle off Grayson and her. “Don’t worry y/n it’s just for a bit the. You can take dump this assclown” Grayson smirked as Ethan smacked his head with a glare . They went back and forth as y/n laughed for the first time in two days. Y/n got up from the couch as she sat behind the camera so the boys could start and looked at them “ready?” They both nodded at her as she hit record

“We’re back” they said in unison but not enthusiastically “and today we are filming a pretty serious video “ Grayson started “a different video because we needs to have a chat ... a very important one in fact “ Ethan continues as he stated at the lens “you might be wondering what this huge space is beside Ethan ... it’s for a special guest “ Grayson said as y/n came around and sat down beside Ethan as he nudged her with a smile “hey guys “ y/n waved awkwardly and sat back Grayson nodded at her and looked back toward the camera “we have to address some hurtful rumours “ as Grayson spoke y/n nodded and watched him but her hand rested on Ethan’s knee hoping it was enough for now . Ethan looked down at her hand and then at her with a warm smile as he spoke “y/n isn’t what you’re making her out to be guys she is an amazing person inside and out “ Ethan spoke as y/n rubbed his leg lightly

The video was coming to an end y/n had said a few things. Touched Ethan a bit here and there as he did in return. Grayson nodded as he smiled “she is my beat friend guys and I just want you to love and support her like Ethan and I do “ Ethan nodded in agreement putting his arm around y/n and she leaned in holding up the peace sign “peace “ they all said as y/n stood up and turned off the camera. Within seconds Grayson had the memory card in his computer and sent the video to Stacey so she herself could edit it and pick and choose how they wanted it.

The video was processing as the theee sat in Ethans room y/n laid on the bed as the twins sat at the desk “okay I think we should all make a Snapchat that it will be up in twenty minutes “ Ethan said as he looked at y/n who nodded. They had to drop more hints about her and Ethan so she grabbed one of his hoodies he often wore and put it on and moving so the boys were in view “hey guys New video in twenty minutes .... guys !” She yelled at the boys who were pretending to be on their phones who both looked up Ethan pulling his arms around her “twenty minutes!” He yelled as Grayson echoed shoving him lightly . Y/n posted the snap and looked at Ethan who was next as she laid on his bed Grayson on the floor sitting his back the door of the bed “new video in twenty minutes” he said as he walks to Grayson who hissed and then he laid beside y/n “this cuties in there too” he said just as she smiled and shoved the phone away.

“This is tiring “ she whined as she watched his video back slouching on the ground beside Grayson who laughed “don’t worry we got you “ he said ruffling her hair in which she laughed “when don’t you “

The video was only a few seconds from being posted , Ethan sat in his game chair and y/n walked over before sitting on his lap “I’m kinda nervous “ she mumbled and her just grabbed her legs and nodded as her watched the video go live “it’s okay “ he said spinning them lightly as she laughed. Grayson however took this as a smart move and stood in front of the two oblivious teens and took a video “swipe up video is live “ he posted the snap quickly before looking at the two again “videos live e “ he yelled

#dolan twins blurbs #dolan twins fic #grayson dolan imagines #ethan dolan imagines #dolan twins imagine #dolan twins

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Prince Charming (Jake Dillinger x Reader)

A/N: I told you guys I’d probably have a Jake Dillinger fic out soon! I lowkey pulled from my own life right now wowser but I’m still working on more content for you guys. There are just some pieces I want to make absolutely perfect, you know? I know it’s a stupid goal, but I want to be proud of my work. If you see an edited version of this later, that’s just me making it easier for you guys to read! I’ve also been thinking about a masterlist, so let me know if that’s something you want to see! I’m a little floopy on asking for requests because while I definitely want to write them for you, I don’t want to ask you to send them in, you feel? I’m also happy to write your possibly dark and angsty fic ideas. I just ask for no smut! My lil ace heart isn’t comfortable with it! I’m happy to write before and after, though! If you see something that you want taken down or literally anything, ask me or PM me. 

Trigger Warnings: language, creepy boy, self depreciation, unedited writing

Fuck. How had you managed this? Saturday night, watching reruns of your favorite show on Netflix or whatever streaming site this was on, and hoping for this stupid kid to stop blowing up your inbox. How did you end up here? What was the instigator; the variable that made your night ruined by the annoying vibrations from your phone? Two words: Jake Dillinger.

Now it wasn’t that Jake was bad, well not anymore at the very least. After some, in the words of Phoebe Buffay: floopy, things that happened at the play, Jake had transformed from fake Prince Charming into the real deal. Fuck Prince Charming. Well, maybe literally, but hopefully not in the sense of like fucking him over. And you definitely hoped it would be you literally fucking him. It wasn’t like your shitty night was singlehandedly massacred because of Jake Dillinger: High School Royalty. It was you. Your fault. And it wasn’t that you fucked up, no not at all. It was those stupid stereotypes, those stupid thoughts, those stupid Disney movies that say you have to have a relationship with the perfect guy in high school or you’re a loser and no one will ever even remotely like you. And although you wanted to believe you didn’t believe in those stupid rules, there was always a part of you that did. So, you settled.

You settled for the kid who sat behind you in English. He was new in town, you supposed attractive, was now working with you, and had asked you out just yesterday. It was sudden, that’s for sure. You hadn’t even known him a week, and yet he had to shoot his shot. He asked for your social media, claiming that you had just “popped up” on his Facebook. You lied about not using Instagram, but felt bad because he probably just wanted friends. So when he asked for your Snapchat, you gave it. That was a major mistake. Now, your phone buzzed for what seemed like 7 times a minute. That’s a new message every 8 seconds or so. This was such a ridiculous punishment for settling. It wasn’t like this kid wasn’t being nice, but he wasn’t Prince Charming. Well, maybe not your Prince Charming.

After 15 minutes of new messages, you decided to open one. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Some of them were okay. It wasn’t all trying to get into your pants or one upping you. It wasn’t all bullshit spewing from his little keyboard not 2 miles away. But you had to look at them at some point, right? Why not now?

Him: “You up?”

Oh my god. This was a mistake. He doesn’t stop, does he? It wasn’t like this was the first time he did this, either. He did it all the damn time. It was like he was drowning and you were his lifeline. Except that he was drowning in a pool where his feet could touch the ground, he just chose not to do so. He was clinging so hard, it felt like you were suffocating. Especially since 10:30 and later are deemed your time to recharge after a busy day. And of course it’s around 11:30, which is cutting exactly in the time when you want to be left alone. At least the one-upping stopped. He did try to tell you that there wasn’t a Phantom of the Opera book, but you’d confirmed, through your own mind and the internet, that there are actually two books. So, him trying to one up you on your interests was just a stupid plan. You’d block him if you could, but maybe he wasn’t trying to come off as a major dick, it just sort of happened. And you’d also have to work with him, both in English class and at work.

All this stupid settling shit started with you liking Jake Dillinger from afar like 3 years ago. How could you not? He’s beautiful, inside and out. And back then, he may have been being fake, but he still tried to show interest in everything, trying to be friends with anyone he could. It wasn’t his fault that Rich wasn’t a good person, Jake was caught up in his own plans and extra curriculars. He had a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts. He had arms that god would feel so good to be wrapped up in. He’s likable and sweet. He had a sense of style, even if that included his stupid orange shoelaces. He’s athletic and knows how to take care of himself. He has mature feelings; he even forgave Rich for burning his house down. Did Jake Dillinger even have a bad quality?

But because Jake probably didn’t have a bad quality, everyone was kind of all over him. From the popular, Chloe and Rich, to the not-so-popular, Christine and probably literally everyone else. Everyone was probably a better match for Jake than you were. Plus, between Chloe’s good looks and Rich’s compatibility between the two of them, you didn’t stand a chance. They were smart or funny or witty or whatever. And you were just a daydreamer. A daydreamer that Jake Dillinger doesn’t deserve. He deserves someone who will love him, treat him like the royalty he is. Not you, stupid daydreamer you, who thought that maybe, just maybe, Jake would notice you for who you are.

But of course, he didn’t. Like you said before, Disney movies have ridiculous standards for people. In a Disney movie, you probably were the biggest loser in the school. He was busy surrounded by more interesting people and his extracurriculars. It wasn’t like him not noticing you was a surprise. It was expected, fanfiction tropes aren’t often played out. That’s why they are exactly what they’re called: fiction.

So you went to the realist side of the situation: someone else. And that’s how you ended up sitting on your couch on Saturday night wishing that Jake Dillinger was texting you instead of this high schooler gone creep. After this guy asked you on a date, you’d said that if your schedules matched up, then maybe. That wasn’t a flat out lie, but most of the truth was you didn’t know if you wanted to actually see him as more than friends. But that didn’t stop him from constantly texting you. Like all the time. And it was never just easy questions that you could kind of fudge your way through. No, they were more like “what do you like to do?”, “around where do you live?”, “when you do work next?” and so many more. It was like he wanted to work all possible hours with you, which lead to the question of should I tell my store manager?

Soon enough, the weekend was over, and you trudged your way to school. The days kind of blurred together, until Wednesday. The only saving grace from that guy before was he didn’t have to guts to talk to you in person. That vanished as you saw him waiting for you at your locker. Fuck. You had to go to your locker, how else were you supposed to do your class work effectively. And you couldn’t just say “oh I forgot my textbooks at home”, because no one takes their textbooks home. They’re too heavy and too expensive to lose. There was no way out of this besides facing him and getting your stuff before class.

You took a breath and walked towards your locker. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. There were times when he was nice to you. Your footsteps echoed off of the walls, as if you were stomping around and yelling. The guy looked up and smiled at you. Damnit. You should’ve said no to him invading your social media like he did because now now he has the courage to talk in person to you. Jeez being at your locker was like an invasion of privacy; the same invasion he’d done on Saturday night.

“Good morning, (Y/N),” he smiled sickeningly at you.

“Good morning,” you mumbled back, hoping that that was the end of the conversation. But of course, with this boy, even your goodbyes had to be five minutes long.

“So, about that coffee date. Let’s go this weekend, yeah? I don’t work, and I think you said you didn’t either.”

“Oh, I’m not sure. My mom might want to do something.” It was a total lie, but maybe your mom could get you out of this situation. You’d also told him that you weren’t working on Monday. What a mistake that’d been; what a mistake he is.

“That’s fine. But I’m starting to get the feeling that you don’t want to go, even though you said that you enjoy talking to me and that you’d try to make it work.”

Two weeks. You’ve known this guy for two weeks and he’s already acting like a horndog. You didn’t even want to date him, hell you weren’t even looking to date. Your heart was so wrapped up with Jake Dillinger that you didn’t want to stray from him, even if you did end up hurt. You could say no, but almost immediately, your mind flushed with article headlines about guys who went crazy after being rejected. He was probably one of those guys, wasn’t he? He did have a weird clinginess with you and did feel like he had to be the more masculine one. He even asked about your fastest mile time and then compared it to his, saying he was faster than you. So getting away probably wasn’t going to work. One, he was definitely faster than you, and two, it was socially unacceptable to do so. The third thing came next, as he got closer to you, his face a mere 6 inches from yours, hand on the wall behind you. Your getaway was blocked; no way out.

Shit shit shit the world is closing in and god can he get any creepier the world is fading at the edges oh god why are the walls spinning oh no oh no this is bad this is very bad this is—

“Hey buddy, take a step back,” you heard a voice float loud and clear. It was strong, yet had a soft edge to it, a perfect contradiction. “You’re scaring them.” Prince Charming’s voice came again, this time taking a protective tone instead of it’s usual feel good one.

The boy stepped back from you, his arm wrapping around you. You could feel all the muscles in your body tense, eyes immediately darting towards him.

“Why don’t you step back, Dillinger. I know them a lot better than you do.”

TWO WEEKS YOU’VE KNOWN THIS KID. Jake’s gaze turned towards yours, his eyes softening and his smile slowly melting into his features. Your heart started beating faster as you felt your ears become warm. He met your height so you could see that he was trying his best to get you to safety.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, smile never becoming fake or leaving.

“…No,” you mumbled out. You could feel yourself longing to be in Jake’s arms instead of this creep’s. He gave you a look of understanding and hopeful comfort before hardening his features and turning back to the kid.

“You heard them. Hands off and leave them alone. I mean that,” he growled out. The creep rolled his eyes and sauntered off, mumbling something about how he’d message you later. You secretly hoped that Jake scared him off enough so he wouldn’t speak to you again. If there was one person who could get through to that boy so he would stop talking to you, it was Jake Dillinger.

You stood in shock as Jake Dillinger began to walk off, eyes still staring at the wall as you came back into reality. “WAIT!” You called after the tall boy, arm stretched out, desperate for him to come back. He stopped and walked back towards you, his soft smile returning.

“Thank you,” you managed to get out, adrenaline flowing in your veins. He probably would laugh and then walk away, as if royalty were praised for their hard work by their subjects. That’s what you were to him, right? Some random person that wasn’t even cool enough to be friends with the kid who nearly caused a school wide super computer apocalypse.

“It’s okay,” Jake smiled, “I always want to help people that need it. You really seemed like you needed a way out.”

You returned his smile, a light rosy color now covering your cheeks. Your hand ran its way through your hair before going back to your side.

“Yo Jakey-D!” A voice interrupted, causing the two of you to break eye contact. It was Rich, who immediately shut up and tried to find his way out of the awkward situation he put himself in. It wasn’t like he meant to cause a distraction between you and Jake, it just happened. He slipped out, but not before winking at Jake.

“I should probably follow Rich and see what he wants, but if that guy talks to you or you feel unsafe, come find me. I’d be happy to hang out with you sometime.”

All you could do was nod. Jake started off again and your heart sank. Your brain was screaming at you to take this chance, talk to him. Say that you’d really like that and ask to spend the day with him. He just said it wouldn’t be overstepping his boundaries, this was the opportunity to get to know him and maybe even date one day. The universe was finally throwing the daydreamer a bone, grab it goddamn it. But his back was already turned by the time you’d worked up the courage to say more than two words to him.

He stopped dead in his tracks and whipped around. A smirk painted his face, but that genuine kindness still lingered in his eyes. “Do you want to come with me? I don’t want you getting into trouble again.”

Your face probably looked panicked and hurt by him. You could tell because some of the happiness left his features. It was like you were slowly killing him, it was bleeding out and you were watching the life be sucked out of him. Well, that is, until you say something.

“I’d really like that,” you smiled back.

Jake’s playfulness returned as he held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it. You walked over and took it. He gave it a squeeze before letting it go and immediately striking up conversation with you, but this time you could tell that there wasn’t some secret motive behind it. In fact, he was very interested to learn that there were two Phantom of the Opera books (he’d have to tell Christine that later). He laughed at your jokes and even made some of his own. There were no awkward silences between the two of you, Jake knew exactly how to keep the conversation going. As you two rounded the corner before spotting Rich, Jake grabbed your hand for just a second, which made your heart flutter. His wide smile could be seen even from your portrait view of his face. Yeah, holding Prince Charming’s hand was pretty great, to say the very least.

Maybe Disney movies are more realistic than you thought.

#jake dillinger x reader #bmc x reader #bmc imagine #be more chill imagine #be more chill x reader #Jake Dillinger imagine

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The Mysterious K

Kyle graduates high school and goes to a big school on the west coast (USC). Fucks out of south park as fast as he can, not really keeping in contact with anyone but his family. Him and Stan don't talk after the weird downward spiral of their friendship after Kyle came out as gay/queer in sophomore year and Stan had a hard time with his own sexuality and took it out on Kyle. Kyle cut Cartman out because he was so toxic in his life.

Kenny disappeared in junior year of highschool. They were written off as missing and the police did not look very hard or much for poor white trash kids like Kenny.

Kenny actually landed a once in a 100000 lifetime opportunity to be a gender neutral model for a very famous fashion designer. Kenny came out at gender fluid in middle school, surprising no one because at the age of 8 they were either a very masculine super hero or a very feminine princess. Kenny was considered very attractive to all kids in Southpark but because their family background they hardly were recognized.

So at the age of 17 Kenny under an alias and a complete new makeover, had their first modeling debut in New York fashion week. Suddenly the mysterious K was the new hot model. K was highly sought after for all gender clothing and shoots. K had a seductive Allure that any female would be jealous of, and the lean yet roguish looks most males wanted.

Kenny took most of the money they made into a savings account to get Karen out of south park as soon as possible. No one knew that “K” was Kenny, no one but Karen.

It wasn't until Kenny had officially moved to LA, that they ran into Kyle by accident at a local starbucks late at night when most people were sleeping. Kyle was studying for a huge chem test he had  and when he saw Kenny he thought he was hallucinating from all the stress, caffeine, and lack of sleep.

Kenny saw Kyle and instead of pretending they were not the Kenny he knew, actually went over and sat next to him. Kyle was like Kennys best friend, after the whole Stan fallout the two were inseparable, queers stuck together.  Kenny looking back should have at least let Kyle know about their new job and not just left him in the dark. Kyle was too stressed to deal with Kenny at that moment, so he stole Kenny’s phone put his number in it called his own phone so he now had Kenny’s number. Kyle told Kenny he would call them after the test and they were going to sit down at someone's place and fucking talk.

Two days later Kenny gets a call from Kyle, they decide to met at Kenny's place because well Kyle lives in the dorms and even if Kenny can disguise themselves, they are still a super fucking famous model.

Kyle is in awe of everything Kenny has, a very nice and well guarded apartment, expensive furniture, a well stocked kitchen, more than one set of clothes. It's obvious Kenny is making the big bucks, and Kyle couldn't be prouder. He tells Kenny exactly that, says he doesn't understand why Kenny left him in the dark, doesn't quite understand exactly what Kenny is doing, but he is nonetheless proud of Kenny for getting out of south park. He is proud that Kenny defied his fate to be poor white trash and fucking made it.

Kenny apologies for not telling Kyle, they were just so scared that it was not going to work out, that they would not make it. It was a huge shot in the dark, and it luckily hit.  By the time Kenny felt like they had some control back in their life from the whirlwind that was the fashion and modeling industry, it was already too late for Kenny to contact Kyle.

So Kenny confides in Kyle that they are in fact the very famous model K. Kyle laughs and loves it. Only Kenny could do something as ridiculous and risky as running away to be a gendernutral model and actually make it big.

They catch up. Kyle informs Kenny about getting into USC and how most people thought he would go to a back east school and how pleased he was to prove them wrong. Why would gay(or pan? Bi? Kyle still had no idea what to call himself, if he liked someone he liked them, more often than not it was male) Kyle go somewhere not too gay friendly, when he could go to very gay friendly California. Kenny retold crazy modeling stories, how they had to get makeup and clothing changed in 10 mins from very heavy female to very heavy masculine and how everyone around them were freaking out trying to get everything perfect in 10 mins.

It was good. It was like regaining back that friendship.

Over the next few months they kept in close touch, talking or txting deep into the nights or very early mornings. Kenny would rant about jet lag and crazy designers and bitchy co-models and Kyle would rant about professors and dumb students in the dorms.

Kyle never told a soul about Kenny being alive or that they were a famous model.

The semester was coming to a close and Kyle was starting the week before finals stress. His parents wanted him to come home for the summer, as such he didn't have a place to stay in LA for the summer as they didn't pay for summer dorms. Kyle wanted to take a summer class or well stay in LA he did not want to go home to south park. He didn't have friends and the town was full of people he really didn't want to see. Kenny offered Kyle to stay with him for summer, his apartment was not that far from campus if Kyle wanted to take a summer class. And he wouldn't have to go back to south park, plus the added bonus of watching over kenny's place for when they were gone on trips.  Kyle loved the idea, and informed his parents that he was staying in LA with a friend. They didn't take it well but Kyle was 20, he was about to be a junior in college, fuck his parents.

Kenny had a spare bedroom that became Kyle's, even tho the original purpose was for Karen, she was too busy at her school to visit much and Kenny more often than not saw her on busnesstrips anyway.

Kyle from a young age had always found Kenny extremely attractive, no matter what gender they presented, Kenny was attractive. Now all cleaned up in clothes their former self would only dream of owning, Kenny shined. Not only in physical physique but  their personality was no longer hidden behind layers of protective barriers. Kenny was meticulous and relaxed, they loved to joke and flirt, and could read situations well. They had become more bold in things they wanted and confident that they could get things. Kenny wasn't one to get angered easily, sure they would get annoyed with things but didn't let that bother them for long. They didn't hold grudges and only wanted the best for those closest to them.

They shined so bright and Kyle couldn't look away.

It wasn't until somewhere around the middle of summer, where Kyle realised he loved Kenny. Not liked or was crushing, full on loved. Somewhere his platonic love for Kenny had shifted to romantic. Kenny was cooking dinner,  full force rocking out to a pop song blasting on the radio  using the wooden spoon as a pretend mic 100% unaware of Kyle. Kyle was leaning against the door frame of the kitchen watching Kenny go at it and thought “ I love this person so much”.  It took a second for Kyle to realise what he was really thinking and another minute to process that he was in fact, in love with his best friend he had known since childhood.

Kenny noticed the subtle shift in Kyle right way. He would pull away from physical touch, he could barely hold eye contact, anytime Kenny said anything complementary Kyle would kinda stop working and need a few seconds to reboot.

To say Kenny had known Kyle had liked him for while was an understatement. Kenny knew exactly when Kyle had started finding them attractive, knew apparently way before Kyle had even figured it out himself.  To say that Kenny was waiting for Kyle to figure out he liked them, was also an understatement. Kyle the smartest person Kenny knew, was way too fucking oblivious to  anything romantic that involved him.

So Kenny knew exactly when Kyle realised he liked Kenny. They waited, they let him have time to process and see what Kyle would do. If Kyle didn't make a move soon, Kenny would.

A week after Kyle discovered his feelings, he confessed. It wasn't anything big or grand, it wasn't planned out, clearly. Kenny was in their room packing for a work trip out of the country when Kyle walked in, sat down next to kenny's suitcase in the bed. And info dumped his feelings. It was a jumbled mess of thoughts and Kenny couldn't help but think that Kyle was so fucking cute when he info dumped. Kenny shut him up with a kiss, that lead to another, then another, and Kenny last min packing in the morning before their flight because Kyle kept them preoccupied that night.

When the new semester started it was really hard for Kyle to move back into the dorms, and more often than not he found himself spending most nights at Kennys. There were rumors spreading that K had a mysterious hidden lover, they never confirmed nor denied the rumors.  By the time Hanukkah rolled around Kyle had informed his family that he was dating someone gendernutral, and even if it was little hard on his parents they still accepted their son.

So when junior year ended and Kyle had one more year left, it was no surprise that Kyle moved in with Kenny fulltime.  They didn't argue much, got along way to well Kyle would get worked up about something and Kenny would calm him down. Kenny would forget to take care of themselves and Kyle would remind them too. K and Kenny were the same person, everyone around them knew Kenny as K, the only one allowed to continue to call them Kenny was Kyle. Kyle brought it up a few times but Kenny loved when he called them Kenny or ken, it was a pet name of sorts only Kyle was privileged to say. Kyle asked if they wanted their relationship public, because the media was already finding hints that K was taken but no idea who it was, they were getting bolder trying to find out who the lover was.  Kenny said they wanted to keep their relationship out of media until Kyle was done with his degree, and if Kyle wanted a higher degree than a bachelors he would have to deal with the media then, but not  before then.  

Kyle's whole family showed up to watch Kyle walk to get his degree. It was USC, there was famous people there to watch their own children graduate, or watch a coworkers child, some graduates were famous themselves. So the media being there was not too surprising they were focused on the other famous people. Kyle walked, shook hands with all the official people congratulating him got a for show degree and waited for the many others after him to do the exact same. And after the hours passed and he was final free, Kyle somehow found his family in the sea of graduates and their family's. His mother was a wreck of emotions as her “little buby” was all grown up now pulling him in for a very tight and wet hug, his dad pat him on the shoulder and Ike just smirked (he got let out of class a week early for this) but was still congratulatory toward him.  As they stood there Kyle's mother taking pictures of Kyle with the family, the people around them started to turn, voices hushed and the media followed. Walking toward them beaming ear to ear was K in all their glory. Wearing something that looked like they had just walked off the runway in it, kyle suspected they might have done just that. K greeted Kyle with a kiss and a another one for graduating. The media was having a field day and Kyle's family was shocked. They knew Kyle was dating someone gendernutral, they didn't think Kyle was dating the most famous gendernutral person of their times, and they had no idea that it was just kenny.

It spread like wildfire, K was dating some genus guy who just graduated USC. When south park found out they thought it was a joke, Kyle their Kyle was dating someone so perfect and beautiful as K? K was 10000 miles out of Kyle's League.

But they were proved wrong when Kyle showed up as K’s +1 to every event they were invited to. Kyle was seen in the crowds watching K on the runways at fashion weeks, and Kyle was there on the red carpet with them.

K was interviewed one day, a sparkly new ring on their left hand. The interviewer asking K how they met Kyle and so on about their relationship. K just grinned and said “I have known Kyle most of my life and loved him for almost just as long, the guy was just too much of an idiot to realise his feelings for a long time. And I know you're itching to ask me who proposed to who, and it was me. Kyle was too slow in asking me, he had a ring and everything for me but I was a few days ahead.”

Neither Kyle or Kenny needed to return to south park to prove they had escaped and thrived. They didn't need too, their relationship and life together was enough of a middle finger to the fucked up town of south park. They were happy together, thriving together, in love together, that's all they needed.

#south park #sp k2 #k2 #kyle broflovski #Kenny McCormick #south park kyle #south park kenny #model AU #ideas and stuff

[youcancallmeelle]

Hungry Eyes... Part 13: Sweet Pea X Original Character

The countdown had officially begun, it was only 10 weeks to go until my due date and every single moment seemed to be flying by before our eyes.

I’d also been given the all clear to deliver her naturally, my iron levels had risen to a normal level and I couldn’t be happier.

We were scheduled to have our last midwife appointment in a months time, to check she was in the correct position and to also check her size again.

We’d started to prepare, building and constructing most of the main baby items we’d need ready first.

“This can’t be right.” Sweet Pea grumbled, holding up two seperate pieces of the crib and frowning at the instructions.

I had to bite the insides of my cheek as I held back my laughter, choosing to continue folding the freshly washed, small, pink clothes on the couch.

“How you getting on?” I feigned curiosity, still watching him as he struggled.

“Rosie, I swear none of this makes sense.” He told me, kneeling on the floor with all different parts of wood and multiple sizes of screws.

“Maybe you’re just reading the wrong bit.” I suggested, pursing my lips as I ran my fingers over a petite onesie.

“Fuck this, I’m getting Fangs.” He complained, standing up and running his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Like Fangs is gonna be any use.” I snickered, he shot me a look.

“No help, no opinion.” He warned, dissappearing outside to head to Fangs trailer.

It was still surreal to me that we’d be potentially welcoming our baby in just over two months time; that was if she arrived on time and I didn’t go overdue.

As I awaited the return of the boys, I began to put some of her tiny clothes away in the drawers we had spare, filling them up neatly.

I caressed a navy, polka dot dress that Sweet Pea had picked out when we were shopping for baby supplies online; unable to believe that she’d probably be too small to wear it when she first arrived.

I’d began to feel very maternal and I’d also began to nest, I was constantly cleaning and changing things in the trailer which drove Sweets crazy because he’d come home every other day to a different layout.

When the boys came back to finish building the crib together, making it a team effort; I decided to have a sleep. I’d found that I’d become tired very quickly, my sleep was disturbed heavily at night and Sweets would lay with me until I managed to drift back off.

That night my eyes wandered to the newly assembled cot that was pressed against the wall near my side of the bed, the white wood created a stark contrast against our grey walls. I hadn’t put the sheets in it yet, wanting them to be fresh for her arrival. But we’d been unable to resist hanging her mobile over it though, the soft, pink flamingos brightened up the whole room.

“I can’t believe that’s only gonna be empty for a few more months.” I told him while I continued to rub cocoa butter into the skin of my baby bump after my bath, overjoyed that I’d managed to avoid stretch marks up to this point.

“It’s weird seeing it there, let alone knowing she’ll be in it soon enough.” Sweet Pea chuckled from the space at the end of the bed, hanging up some clothes that he’d worn to the Whyte Wyrm tonight.

“Good job of building it, by the way.” I teased, biting my lip to stop me from laughing as I thought back over his and Fangs cussing.

“Shut it, you.” He ordered, narrowing his eyes as he shut the closet and advanced me in just his tight boxers.

He took the pot of cocoa butter from me and got some in his own hands, taking ahold of my leg to rub some of it into my freshly shaved skin.

“That feels so good.” I breathed, reaching behind me to grab a pillow to rest my head on as he continued to work the body butter into my skin and massage my leg.

“It’s the least I could do, really.” He joked, beginning to work on my other leg.

“I swear the minute she’s out, I’m going on birth control so we don’t have anymore mishaps for a long time.”

“Because that’s worked so well for us before.”

“Yep, it’s definitely your sense of humour that keeps me around.” I mumbled sarcastically, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger.

“And my huge dick.” I gasped at his blunt words, jutting my leg out and gently kicking him in the thigh. “Watch your aim or there won’t be any need for you to go on birth control.” He added, grabbing my foot.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Maybe, but you love me.” He teased, crawling up the bed to lie next to me.

“Debatable.”

“Don’t say that, I’ve given you a child and you’re unsure if you love me?” He mocked, balancing on his side.

“You’re a nightmare to put up with whereas she’s worth everything I’ve had to endure this pregnancy, I just can’t wait to meet her now.”

“Regret not having that 4D scan?” Sweet Pea asked, resting his cheek in his palm as his other hand ghosted over my bump.

I thought about it for a moment, my Mom had offered to pay for us to have one of those fancy 4D scans but I’d kindly rejected her offer because I thought it’d spoil the surprise of meeting our daughter for the first time.

“Not really.” I finalised, tilting my head. “What do you think she’s gonna look like?”

“Honestly? I think she’s gonna be the spitting image of you, she’s gonna be so beautiful.” Sweet Pea articulated, his eyes focused on my stomach that was still bare due to my tank top being shoved under my boobs from applying the cocoa butter.

“You’re a real sweetheart.” I told him, reaching out to cup his smooth jaw in my hand.

“Only for you, you’ll always be my only weakness and this little one.”

“Mmm if that’s the case, can you get me a freeze pop? A cherry one.” I grinned cheekily while adjusting my cardigan and lifting up to lean against the headboard, he huffed at my response.

In all fairness though, he did get off the bed and go to the kitchen to get me a frozen popsicle, also getting one for himself.

The sweetness didn’t last long though because once he’d returned with the freezing cold treat, he shoved it between my thighs which made me let out a screech and hit his bicep.

“You’re an ass! Why couldn’t you have just given it to me nicely like any other boyfriend?” I complained, rubbing the skin of my thighs to warm them up while he continued to roar with laughter while enjoying his popsicle.

“Man, that was brilliant.”

I glared at him as I bit the plastic wrapper off the cherry flavoured treat, placing it in my mouth.

After a few minutes of us both flicking through our phones, checking social media and finishing our popsicles I felt the baby begin to move.

“She’s awake.” I giggled, looking down and watching the slight movements caused by our daughter shifting around.

Sweets dumped his phone on his nightstand, leaning forward to press his lips to my tummy.

“I think she’s running out of room.” He told me, I nodded in agreement as I felt her shove a foot into my ribs at the sound of his voice.

“Talk to her.” I encouraged, he quirked an eyebrow at my request.

“And say what?”

“I don’t know, anything.”

He thought hard for a minute, resting his chin on my thigh while I ran my fingers through his luscious hair lovingly.

“I promise that I’m going to make sure you grow up with everything we never had, you won’t miss out on anything.” He spoke, the baby moved at the depth of his voice and he felt her against his hand.

It was heartbreaking that he’d promised her that, it was sad that the only Grandparent she’d have would be my Mom, there was no family on Sweets side except his estranged Mother and Aunt that we never heard from.

It was still incredibly raw; the hole that my Father had left gaped when he chose to abandon me fourteen years ago, I don’t think it’d ever heal fully.

I knew that Sweets would be the best Dad out there, he’d stepped up and I didn’t realise he’d have the inclination to do so; family meant everything to him and now he’d started his own, he’d do anything to protect us.

“I don’t care if you wanna play football or do ballet, I’ll be there. When you go to Kindergarten, I’ll take you and pick you up everyday.” He whispered to her, she continued to squirm and wriggle at the sound of his voice.

“You’ll be the hottest Dad on the playground.”

#sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x rosie #southside serpents #riverdale imagine

[catastrophizinglife]

Fuck Uninformed Doctors Like This Guy Right Here...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zacqRZH5t5s

2:13 is pretty much the point where I'm going to have to sever ties with the cute doctor. He's unfortunately displaying the same "my way or the highway" mentality of every other person who ran out and got the vaccine as soon as it became available. I'm sorry but, doctor or not, you're wrong. It should also be pointed out that being a doctor is nothing special when any person in the world with internet access can access the same information that took you 8 years and thousands of dollars to learn. People with adverse reactions to vaccines SHOULD spread their message. Those whose adverse reactions weren't death, and thus, can still speak out. Their messages are needed in order for rational curious people to educate themselves and make their decisions in an informed matter. The fact that you and other medical professionals are pushing these fakeccines on people so hard, coupled with the fact that social media giants are hiding stories of adverse reactions to said fakeccines should frighten people. You don't even know how big this fakedemic is. You don't realize how far up it goes. You lost all credibility on this particular subject, and it only took 2 minutes and 13 seconds of 14 minutes and 35 seconds to figure that out. But I am going to watch the rest just because you're still cute, and that's about all you have going for you now as far as I'm concerned. Isn't that strange? Strange that you're worth more to my boner than you would be a doctor? You're pathetic now.

Anyway, people! Do your research... Dig deep for answers, the answers are out there. Don't use google, and don't look for it on FaceBook, because you won't find what you're looking for. Use search engines like duck duck go to get a better idea on what reality is versus what sheep medical professionals and social media owners want you to believe is reality. You'll be glad you did, and you'll be terrified at what you find. My thought is, if 1 person has an adverse reaction, it could be chalked up to anything, really, but if 2 or more people suffer from adverse side effects, the vaccines need to be removed from shelves until more research can be done in an effort to improve the vaccines nearly to the point where they're flawless. I believe after just 2 people this must all end, and the scientists should be back in the lab, and we're talking several thousands of adverse reactions and deaths due to the vaccine later. It's crazy!!! All for what? that .00001 percent chance that the virus could be fatal? Um, I think you're killing more people with the fakeccine than corona is taking lives. What is going on in the world right now is sick and disgusting. All of the governments of the world who are trying to force this concoction into innocent people is genocide and must be countered with the same force and tactics they're using.3:38, take offense, please, because it's my intention to offend you: You're an idiot. You're literally praising exactly what I hate most about how people are trying to use fear tactics to get people to poison themselves. I disagree 100%. It in fact should be 100% the opposite of what you're saying: People should use research, figures, numbers, percentages to back their outlandish arguments, not try to use the 1 in a billion trillion sad story to get their point across. THAT'S misleading. It's dishonest to do when you couple it with social media's censoring.4:08. The "disease" that has a .00000000001% death rate.7:28 Deadly to .00000000001% of people.8:05, nope, sorry. 2 deaths in my book as an outcome of someone having been cohered (tricked without all the facts) into having poison injected into their bodies is my cutoff. Sorry. It's lethal injection, and should itself be eradicated.9:41, "sorry we effed your kid up. Let's acknowledge it, but not take responsibility for it." Mhmm, sounds about right.11:03, no, this is how you MISLEAD another human being.11:57. I don't think I've been to the DRs since the release of the vaccines, but I am looking forward to it, because I called my doctor's office and asked if they were being mandated to take the vaccine, and when they said they are, I told them I'd be severing ties with them as an outcome, and I'm finding mom and pops left and right who are not being mandated to take the fakeccine. So yes, when I do need to make another appointment with a primary, it won't be with an institution who force the poison into their workers.12:23. Does the Good Doctor use double standards much? Yes folks, he does. He believes it's A-OK for a pro-vaxxer to use personal stories to get their points across, but it's not okay for an anti-vaxxer to use personal stories to get their points across. Mhmm, you're all looks doctor, and that's about it.14:21. Just so we're all on the same page. I'm pro-vaccine. I am NOT however, pro-fakeccine. Not even a bit. These poisons they're parading around right now are not true vaccines. They are nothing at all but poison. By accepting them into your body you're quite simply playing Russian Roulette with your life, and that's all. A true vaccine prevents contraction and spreading of a disease/virus, it doesn't (only sometimes, not always) lesson the effects of said virus/disease. Therefore the 3 major fakeccine's aren't really vaccinations at all, now are they? I am a parent, and like most parents in the USofA I of course had my child vaccinated before grade school. It would be absurd not to, because why wouldn't you want to protect your loved ones from a deadly virus/disease? All those shots that I got for my child had been around decades, they had all been tested thoroughly, and they were safe. They were REAL however, while these 3 new fakeccines are not real vaccines, and they ARE 100% risky and unnecessary. Should we have a C19 vaccine? Absolutely. But a real one, not a fake one. It's time for scientists to go back to the drawing board, go at it from an entirely different angle, and do it right this time. Then, dismantle the FDA, because they've proved themselves useless now. Then, stop giving the CDC so much power over our lives, because they're taking advantage of us now, because we allowed them to, because we gave them all the power. Should a real C19 arise, and become available, should it be mandated? Yes, with a death-rate of 1 or less, and only 10 years after release it absolutely should be forced on people who don't have adverse reactions to vaccines.End of Video: And good doctor, I won't be back. I'll be blocking your channel entirely now that I'm done. The only thing you were good for was to give me a boner, because outside of your looks you offer nothing that any other person in your position can offer me.