#if i speak the name kendall my friends scream

[signsofsam]

Fic: The Night We Met: 3/?

The cost turns out to be rescuing a prince and getting a hit to the head in return.

He comes to struggling, because there are hands on him and people he doesn’t recognize and Chris-he can’t see his son. He’s vaguely aware he’s talking, maybe babbling, most probably screaming, because he can’t see Christopher and he needs to make sure Chris is all right and when some man comes into view that isn’t his son, he strikes with his fist first.

“EDDIE!”

That’s...that’s a voice he recognizes, a face he knows.

Some Notes:

Prompt request fill.

Chapter Two Here.

AO3 Link Here

This is the story I work on when everything else/all the other words aren’t coming. Do I know where it’s heading? Vaguely. Do I know how long it’s going to be? Nope. Sorry ‘bout that. Three

The air smells of smoke.

It’s the one clear thing Eddie remembers from the day his family dies. The air smells of smoke, the Diaz compound has been overrun, and his parents' charred bodies are hanging from the split-open front gate, a warning to all of what happens when normal, everyday people speak out against the brutal group of High Lords that’ve managed to stage a coup against the democratically-elected leaders of Elpaso.

Eddie stumbles through the gate before he vomits.

He’s weary and worn-down; he’s been fighting at the front for years as it was slowly pushed back to the Capitol, keeping his unit alive for  years, and it was all...everything was in vain. There is no longer an army, there is no longer the chance of freedom to fight for, there is no cause to rally around, because the High Lords have slammed their iron fist down upon the Capitol and its people. The final battle ended with a whimper from Elpaso’s army, a final gasp before it completely collapsed, whatever soldiers that had survived scattering back to whatever remained of their families, hoping against hope there was family left.

The High Lord reign has started, and the regime will be a blight on the land, and Eddie...he has nothing left here.

He has a dead wife, murdered in their house when a group of mercenaries infiltrated the Capitol and terrorized its people two years before. Eddie had been on an outpost when it happened; Christopher had only survived because he was small and quiet and the last act his mother did was hide him well.

He has two dead parents, who only wished to call out wrong.

He has his son.

He has his son.

Christopher.

Christopher isn’t here.

“Chris!” he screams, twisting and turning, scanning the remains of the house, the burnt fields, the dead farm animals, bodies of servants, friends who had sought refuge-there is no Christopher.

So he calls his son’s name again, venturing further into the graveyard, until he gets the wall at the edge of the property, and there’s a hole. He pushes through, to the neighbor’s house, and cautiously, sword drawn, heads toward the building.

The door opens, and the neighbor smiles, breathing a sigh of relief. “Edmundo, you’ve come. Finally.”

She pulls him inside quickly, shutting and bolting the door behind her, and then small arms are wrapping tight around him. “Papa,” Chris cries, and Eddie feels like he can breathe again, like there’s one piece of his world that’s still upright.

There’s still a piece of his world left that’s worth the fight.

So he gets them out of Elpaso. It’ll take weeks to get to Angeles, but his grandmother is there; she’ll take them in, he knows. She begged them to come when the threat of the High Lords began brewing.

He’ll get them there, no matter the cost.

--//--//--

The cost turns out to be rescuing a prince and getting a hit to the head in return.

He comes to struggling, because there are hands on him and people he doesn’t recognize and Chris-he can’t see his son. He’s vaguely aware he’s talking, maybe babbling, most probably screaming, because he can’t see Christopher and he needs to make sure Chris is all right and when some man comes into view that isn’t his son, he strikes with his fist first.

“EDDIE!"

That’s...that’s a voice he recognizes, a face he knows.

The birthmark.

Buck.

The man smiles, nodding. “That’s right. You saved me, remember? Even though I’m definitely not a damsel in distress and I totally could have saved myself.” He seems to be speaking to someone else, and Eddie frowns.

“Chris?”

Buck focuses back on Eddie. “Your son is fine. He’s asleep right now, or he’d be with you. Hen and Karen will bring him here just as soon as he wakes back up; he was very tired.”

And Eddie...he can’t quite remember. “Ang’les?” he says instead, frown deepening at the slur of his words, and Buck smiles again.

“Yeah, we’re in Angeles. We arrived back early early this morning, before the sun was even up. You’ve been resting.”

Eddie’s vision is clearing, opening his world to being more than just Buck, and he can see a heavily pregnant brunette woman behind the prince. She smiles when she sees  him looking at her. “We all owe you a debt of gratitude, Eddie, for rescuing my brother.”

Oh-this is Maddie. He remembers Buck talking about his sister.

He remembers the Hunters Kendall sent after her.

He remembers Buck’s leg.

“You’re standing? Your leg-?”

“Crutches,” Buck answers, and Eddie can see them now, as Buck leans on them; he can also see the pain written all over his face. “The surgeon’s going to see to it, but you were waking up and I knew you’d be worried and probably needed to see a friendly face.” There’s a clearing of a throat, and Buck glances back. “Well, that’s my cue. I just wanted to assure you that you’re safe, Chris is safe, and you’re not our prisoner or anything like that. Maddie’s safe, okay? You can trust her; she’s going to help you.”

Eddie nods, because while he doesn’t exactly believe the prince, what more can he do? If they want to arrest him, they’re going to no matter what the prince says; he hopes they’ll let him see Chris first, explain things to him.

Buck smiles, reaching forward to squeeze Eddie’s forearm. “I’ll...I’ll see you then, once I get done. And please, please don’t worry; you are safe now. We’ll protect you.”

#my writing #prompt fic #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #maddie buckley #buddie #idek #alternate universe fic #christopher diaz #9-1-1 #911 #9-1-1 fic #911 fic #au: fantasy

[anna-justice]

Kidnapped - Jeff Wittek

Summary: With the help of y/n, David pulls off the most epic prank in Vlog Squad history.

Warnings: None I think, lol, maybe swearing?

A/N: This is my first vlog squad imagine so let me know what you think! Also, sorry if I messed up who lived where, I honestly can’t keep up.

…

David is always looking for new content when it comes to his vlogs, so 3 months ago when Jeff introduced everyone to his new girlfriend, he knew it was the perfect opportunity to do something big. He waited until he knew it was serious, Jeff was a bit of a playboy, but after several weeks of him catching glances and ditching the gang for date nights, he decided to put his plan in motion. 

Y/n fit into the group extremely well, she was energetic, funny, easy to be around, everyone loved her and how good she was for Jeff. When David asked her to help him she was all in, along with the rest of the group. They had spent the last month setting the stage, hiring an actor to play a crazy fan, planning a rager for Jeff’s birthday and most importantly making sure everyone was in on it but him. 

It started out simple, a twitter account by the name of Kendall Lochlin would DM Jeff once or twice a day professing her love for him. Obviously David put that in the Vlog and the account became more and more popular, only making the story more realistic. After a few weeks of DM’s the actress that David hired upped her game, showing up at places where the group was, “paying” for everyone’s meal from a table across the room, posting them on her instagram story at parties. Not to mention the threatening texts about y/n. David made sure she was a step ahead of them and that everyone else was always playing their parts. 

However, everything changed last week, when David decided that it was time to kick it into high gear…

Yln was leaning into Jeff’s side on David’s couch while they joked on Todd and Natalie. She snuggled in further as she laughed, Jeff pressing a chaste kiss to her temple, grinning big. Jeff pulled out his phone and mindlessly scrolled through instagram as the banter continued. He noticed a new direct message notification and checked it, jumping up in his seat when the photo sent is of the back of his head. “Babe?” Y/n asks, setting her hand on his thigh. 

Jeff bounds towards the back sliding door to David’s backyard. “That girl, she’s here, she sent me a picture of all of us just now.” Y/n smirks, catching Natalie’s gaze, Jeff being oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was faking their shock. Y/n makes her way to Jeff’s side in the backyard, playing her part as the terrified girlfriend well. She grips his arm tight and tucks herself into his side. “Doll, please, go back inside, you shouldn’t be out here.” Y/n nods, squeezing his arm and sighing before turning towards the house, making a face in David’s camera as she passes. 

David and Heath stand their ground next to Jeff, “What the f*ck dude, are you sure?” Heath asks, throwing his beer bottle in the grass. 

“Yeah man I’m sure,” Jeff yells, pacing around the yard. 

David hands his camera off to Jason. “I’m gonna call the police.” He says, running back into the house. Jeff’s jaw is visibly clenched, his knuckles white, ready to pounce on anyone who dares to hurt his friends. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, David and y/n struggle to contain their laughter as he fake calls 911, giving the actress time to leave the premises. David bounds back out the door, “They said to call again if she comes back since we don’t have proof she was trying to harm us.” Jeff nods, easily believing his blatant lie. 

Everyone slowly trickles back to the living room, the excitement of the moment leaving them. Jeff pulls y/n close once again, holding onto her as if his life depended on it, because no matter how irrational it was, in that moment it felt like it did. 

Tonight was the long awaited birthday bash, not only were tonight's plans a secret from Jeff, but so were the festivities. So everyone sat in Jason and Todd’s kitchen, going over the plans for the night. “The biggest thing is for everyone to act normal.” David says, jumping up on the counter. “We have to be seamless, there is a strict time frame we have to follow!” He announces and everyone laughs as the intensity of his speech. “Y/n at 12:25 you need to tell Jeff that you are going to get a drink, make sure he is nowhere near the front food, meet Suzie at the end of the street. I’ll text you when we start phase two. Jason and I will be with Jeff. Brandon, at 12:30 it’s your job to point out “Kendall” to him across the room. The rest of you have to make sure that Jeff doesn’t get anywhere near her or y/n.” David points at Lizzy, the actress he hired, “Kendall,” He smirks, “You sneak out the front door and book it down the block to where Suzie and y/n are waiting. Depending on his reaction we will keep going.” Everyone nods in agreement. “The most important thing is that Jeff doesn’t call 911, if he insists, someone else do it and call Nick, you should all change his contact to 911.” David takes a big breath, “Is everyone on the same page?” There is a chorus of yes’s and David smiles wide, excited to pull off something this big.

Heath speaks up, “I’ve got a question.” 

“Ok?”

“Why Jeff?” Everyone laughs.

David shrugs, “This seemed more fun than getting him a car.”

3 hours later, it’s not long before the plan is set into motion. Jeff was ecstatic when he arrived, completely shocked by everything you all had done. As the clock approaches midnight, the house is packed, there was barely enough room to move through it, let alone dance. At exactly 12:25, y/n presses her hands against Jeff’s chest and moves her lips to his ear, “I’m gonna go get another drink.” He nods in his drunk state, pressing his lips against hers before turning back to David and Brandon. 

Y/n runs for the front door, booking it down the street as she giggles, turning her phone off once she gets to Suzie’s car. 

Brandon takes his place, lightly punching Jeff in the arm to get his attention. “Hey, isn’t that your stalker?” He laughs, pointing out Lizzy (Kendall) to him. 

Jeff swears under his breath, “What the hell is she doing here?” He begins to charge at the girl, but Jason grabs his arm and turns him around.

“You’re really drunk man, do you really want to go after her?” He asks.

Jeff tears his arm out of Jason’s grip, “Yeah I do actu-” He stops when he turns around and sees the girl nowhere to be found. “Shit, we need to find y/n.” They all nod, leading him towards the kitchen. 

It’s almost one when Jeff starts kicking people out, desperate to find his girlfriend amongst the crowd. He has the majority of the group call her, making him even more upset when they all go straight to voicemail. Seeing that the night has turned for the worst, the remaining partygoers make their way out and leave Jeff to his panicked state. He runs his hands over his face and throws his hat on the floor, “Has anyone seen her?” he screams. They all remain silent. “Someone call 911.” He says in defeat.

“Jeff, they wont do anything until she’s been missing for 24 hours…”

“I don’t care, call!” Jeff yells, cutting Jason off. Jason nods and leaves the room with his phone pressed to his ear. Jeff stands and slams his hands against the wall, “How could I let this happen?” He screams, hitting it again and again. 

While he’s distracted, David slyly texts Lizzy: Phase 2 is a go. Y/n smirks as she reads over her shoulder.

Back at the house, Jeff gets yet another notification. “Guys, she sent me a photo, come here.” Everyone crowds around him, knowing what’s coming next. Jeff clicks the video she sent, the audio: If I can’t have you, nobody can… Plays as she shows y/n unconscious in the back seat of “her” car. The phone falls from his hand, he runs out the front door, screaming when he hits the driveway. David feels a pang of guilt hit his chest and considers setting down his camera and calling off the whole thing, but at this point they were in too deep. 

Jeff turns to his friends with teary eyes, “What do we do? What do we do…” He trails off. David cracks a smile when Suzie’s car pulls up in front of the house. Y/n steps out, unharmed and Jeff stands there stunned. “No…” He looks at David who is laughing, “No, no, you son of a bitch.” He wants to punch David in the face, but he can’t because his mind flies back to the beautiful girl standing in front of him. He rushes to y/n, pulling her into his arms, she laughs, wiping a tear from his face. “Baby, I thought you were hurt or worse…” He says, pressing the palm of his hand against her cheek. 

“I’m okay, I’m right here.” She says as he pulls her into his embrace all over again. “I’m so sor-” Jeff stops her by passionately pressing his lips to hers, it lasts so long that Zane and Heath start to hoot and holler, everyone following suit with whistles and “damns.” Y/n pulls away blushing before the two of them face the crowd. 

“I hate all of you.” Jeff says pointing at everyone. He turns to Lizzy, “And you, who the hell are you?” She laughs along with him and gives him her card, stating that she is an actress for hire. Jeff throws it on the ground and groans, kicking himself for how bad they got him. “So it’s been fake this whole time?” Everyone nods, “Why couldn’t you have just bought me a car?” 

Later that night, Y/n and Jeff are at his apartment, Jef still recovering from the trauma of the night. “I can’t believe you did that.” He sighs as y/n giggles, “I was so worried I had lost you, I was ready to kill someone.” 

Y/n wraps her arms around his waist and presses her cheek against his hard chest, “You’ll never lose me, I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jeff tilts her chin up and kisses her sweetly before they wrap up in each other again and sway to the rhythm of the others' heartbeat. 

#jeff wittek #david dobrik #davids vlogs #david dobrik vlogs #vlog squad #jeff wittek x y/n #jeff wittek x reader

[tabloidtoc]

OK, June 29

Cover: Heather Locklear Just Married 

Page 1: Big Pic -- Grey’s Anatomy alum Melissa George loaded up her bike before making her way around the city of Paris 

Page 2: Contents 

Page 4: Katy Perry ready for baby -- mom-to-be Katy is counting down the days until she meets her little girl 

Page 6: Jimmy Kimmel’s life as a dad 

Page 7: As filming for Avatar 2 resumes in New Zealand star Kate Winslet is considering living there full-time, Jessica Alba was already stressed out trying to manage her billion-dollar business The Honest Company while parenting her three kids but now that her acting career has been revived she’s finally hit her breaking point, it’s been almost two years since Justin and Hailey Bieber tied the knot and Justin’s mom Pattie Mallette couldn’t be more grateful that Hailey came into her son’s life 

Page 8: In a recent interview Prince Harry’s ex-girlfriend Cressida Bonas spilled the tea on how their romance affected her life and it’s got the royal family sweating bullets that she’ll spill even more, Brad Pitt takes his sober life seriously and he’s found a real kindred spirit in Lena Dunham who’s on roughly the same timetable of recovery as he is and the pair have become so close that Brad intends to reunite with Lena on screen sometime in the near future, though Lea Michele’s first pregnancy should be one of the most exciting experiences of her life she’s more stressed than ever as her colleagues continue to air her dirty laundry -- she’s so upset and has been crying a lot and she thought some of her respected pals like Jonathan Groff or Ryan Murphy would have come to her defense by now but that hasn’t been the case 

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- bright yellow -- Catt Sadler, KiKi Layne, Sandra Bullock 

Page 11: Zoey Deutch, Mindy Kaling 

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Demi Moore ✅ vs. Holland Roden, Joan Smalls vs. Candice Swanepoel ✅

Page 13: Nicky Hilton Rothschild vs. Scarlett Johansson ✅

Page 14: News in Photos -- Hannah Ann Sluss (full page) 

Page 16: Dorit Kemsley took out the trash, Wells Adams goes for a jog, Melissa and Joe Gorga working out at home 

Page 17: John Legend resting his eyes while daughter Luna watched Harry Potter, Dakota Fanning gets out of her car, Isla Fisher on a bike ride 

Page 18: Winnie Harlow in Big Bear Lake, Elsa Hosk on the beach, Heather Graham and pal Odessa Rae at the beach 

Page 20: Adam Sandler relaxed at the beach with family and friends, Kim Zolciak-Biermann and husband Kroy Biermann 

Page 21: Ariel Winter in her pajamas running errands, Brigitte Nielsen and daughter Frida at the park in L.A. 

Page 22: David Beckham with his kids Harper and Cruz and Brooklyn and Romeo, Kevin Hart with son Kenzo, Cristiano Ronaldo and Georgina Rodriguez threw a costume party for twins Mateo and Eva with siblings Alana and Cristiano Jr. 

Page 23: Scout Willis back in L.A. with her rescue dog Grandma, Lucy Hale cuddles her dog Elvis, Colin Farrell on a walk with his dog and his sister Claudine 

Page 24: Inside My Home -- Patrick Schwarzenegger is selling his home in West Hollywood for $3.35 million 

Page 26: Ellen Pompeo and Chris Ivery calling it quits because they grew apart and have been living separate lives for a while 

Page 27: Denise Richards and Aaron Phypers’ relationship is beginning to crack as her RHOBH costar Brandi Glanville continues to claim she and Denise hooked up, Single Parents costars and real-life couple Leighton Meester and Adam Brody have found a silver lining since their comedy got the ax: they’d both been working so much they didn’t have a lot of downtime but now they’re finally able to enjoy family life, though Kourtney Kardashian and Scott Disick haven’t officially rekindled their romance the parents of three are discussing the possibility of having another child together 

Page 28: Kendall Jenner and Devin Booker are more than just a summer fling: she’s crazy about him and sees a real future with him, Kelly Clarkson filed for divorce from Brandon Blackstock, Love Bites -- Jordana Brewster and husband Andrew Form split, Bachelor in Paradise’s Derek Peth and model Saffron Vadher dating, Ryan Murphy and husband David Miller are expecting their third child 

Page 30: Cover Story -- Heather Locklear’s incredible journey -- a year after hitting rock bottom she has made a total turnaround: beating her demons and finding true love

Page 34: Suri Cruise speaks out -- Suri may be ready to lift the lid on her mysterious world and how she really feels about her famous dad Tom Cruise 

Page 36: Carrie Underwood’s big plans -- she’s telling friends she’s ready to try for baby no. 3 

Page 38: Reality TV’s strangest shows -- I Wanna Marry “Harry,” Farmer Wants a Wife

Page 39: Splash, Who’s Your Daddy, Scream Queens, Joe Millionaire 

Page 40: Interview -- Elle Fanning keeping it real -- the actress dishes on growing up in the spotlight, working with her famous sister and starring in her new series The Great 

Page 42: They’ve Still Got It -- the hottest singers from the turn of the millennium spill their secrets for staying in age-defying shape -- Jennifer Lopez, Brandy 

Page 43: Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Mandy Moore 

Page 46: Style Week -- Alexa Chung has just been named the first-ever global ambassador for the U.K. beauty brand Code8

Page 48: Share the love during PRIDE month with brands that support the LGBTQ+ community -- the cast of Pose celebrates last year’s Pride Parade in NYC 

Page 49: Mini Magic -- these tiny purse-perfect beauty saviors keep you glam on the go -- Reese Witherspoon 

Page 50: Stylish Summer Essentials -- Kourtney Kardashian and Kendall Jenner 

Page 52: Road Trip Traveling -- Nina Dobrev 

Page 54: Entertainment 

Page 55: Q&A Tamra Judge 

Page 58: The Class of 2020 -- Ludacris and daughter Karma Bridges, Pierce Brosnan and son Dylan Brosnan, Jerry O’Connell’s daughters Charlie and Dolly O’Connell, Laura Dern’s son Ellery Harper, Julianne Moore’s son Caleb Freundlich, Maci Bookout’s son Bentley Edwards 

Page 60: Hollywood Heat Meter -- after racially insensitive remarks resurfaced Max Boyens and Brett Caprioni and Kristen Doute and Stassi Schroeder were fired from Vanderpump Rules, Lady Gaga’s Chromatica became her sixth consecutive No. 1 album, Ben Affleck’s secret Instagram account has been discovered, Ryan Seacrest may move back to L.A., Secret Bundles of Joy -- these parents managed to keep the births of their kids hush-hush -- Drake and Sophie Brussaux, Iggy Azalea, Rashida Jones and Ezra Koenig, Cameron Diaz and Benji Madden, Enrique Iglesias and Anna Kournikova 

Page 61: Sound Bites -- Kelly Ripa on working with Josh Duhamel on All My Children, Keanu Reeves on why he signed on for The Matrix 4, Beyonce giving a speech to the class of 2020, Kristen Bell on homeschooling her younger daughter Delta 

Page 62: Horoscope -- Cancer Mindy Kaling 

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Sophia Bush 

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[youngster-monster]

four leaf clover - lucky

Something explodes in the distance.

Razel reacts accordingly: he jumps to his feet, lifts his hand off the supplies he was rearranging, and says, “Didn’t do it!”

For once it’s more than a desperate attempt to avoid his supervisor’s wrath. Surely he’d have noticed if the crate of — he checks the label quickly — dehydrated fruit rations had exploded in his hands, and it sounded pretty distant anyway.

It turns out to be useless: no one is looking at him, accusingly or otherwise. All the other workers spur into action at the sound and Razel is left standing there like an idiot as they run around the docking bay, strapping crates of supplies to each other the way they do when they’re about to enter a planet’s atmosphere.

Another explosion, and this time the floor shakes under his feet. People yell in surprise, trying to hold the few unattached boxes in place before they fall on someone. Razel stumbles and almost collides with his supervisor, Lexi Kendall. She catches him by the sleeve of his shirt before he can hit the ground instead and shoves a gun in his hands.

“Make yourself useful,” she barks.

She strides away before she can see him fumble with the weapon. They both know he’s no good with guns, so he’s not sure why she gave him one.

Yet another explosion rocks the ship, loud enough to cover the sound of panic in the room. The lights turn red, alarms blaring. Through the chaos, a voice screams,

“Guard the doors!”

Razel looks down at the gun. Then up at the crowd of people rushing through the small hangar space. Back at the gun. He puts it down on a nearby crate. Better be unharmed than accidentally shoot someone — it’s happened before and he doesn’t fancy a repeat of that particular lecture. He replaces it with the crowbar he was using on the crates. Now that he can do something with.

Somewhere on the ship — above their heads, the mess hall maybe — there’s the sound of fighting, people running over metal floors. Silence falls on the room, or as silent as it can be with the alarms still screaming in their ears. Workers and guards shift uneasily, fingers tightening around their guns.

Then, as suddenly as they started, the alarms stop. It’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop… or the feet pounding outside the docking bay, coming to a stop on the other side of the door.

Razel takes a low stance, relaxes his shoulders and breathes out.

When the door is blown off its hinges, he’s ready.

Bullets rain over the singed gap left in the wall, but whoever was behind ducked for cover just in time. Kendall steps closer to the hole, her rifle held at the ready.

She collapses before she reaches it.

A second later enemies swarm the room, shooting down anyone who tries to fight back. They advance with ruthless efficiency but instead of uniforms they’re wearing mismatched pieces of armor, obviously stolen off other shipments, patched to hell and back.

Pirates. He’s never met those before! He’s a little excited, to be honest.

Razel jumps out of cover when one of the pirates walks by the pile of crates. He slams the crowbar into their head and grins when they collapse to the ground. A good kick sends their stun gun way out of reach and he moves to the next one.

It takes a second for the pirates to react. Whatever opposition they were expecting, a maniac with a crowbar wasn’t it. He gets a good few hits before they start shooting at him. He drops to the ground then, narrowly dodging a projectile. His slide takes him right into a pirates’ knees— and in the middle of the rest of them.

Think fast. Better: don’t think at all.

He throws the crowbar with all his might. It hits a pirate square in the chest — he was aiming for the head but alright. There’s a sound like something cracking, and he winces even as he scrambles back to his feet and jump over their fallen body. It didn’t sound pleasant.

Gunshot. Something collides with his back hard enough to send him back to the ground. He tries to cushion the fall with his hands but his body seizes up, muscles locking tight, and he hits the metal flooring face first. It hurts — might have broken his nose — but not as much as the burn of electricity through his veins.

Stun guns. Who would have thought.

He’s still seizing up by the time footsteps reach him, echoing sharply in the room, quiet again save for the faint moans of pain from the other paralyzed workers. The toe of a boot nudges him in the ribs before flipping him on his back with a light kick. He wrinkles his nose — the only protest he can muster in this state — and groans when it only makes the pain worse by jostling the possibly broken cartilage.

The pirate standing over him, a stun rifle held loosely against their chest, is the one they got in the chest. He thinks it’s a miracle they’re standing after that kind of blow before his eyes trail up to their face and he finds mechanical eyes staring back.

An exo. That explains it. Not much that can keep these down.

“Feisty, aren’t ya?” The exo says — a male, by the sound of it. He gives Razel something that might be a smile, internal light brightening as he opens his mouth slightly, and nudges him again. “A gun might have been more useful.”

The electrical jolts have calmed down enough that Razel can unlock his jaws enough to say, “Can’t shoot.”

The exo kneels next to him and drags him up into a sitting position, pulls his arms back and loops a long cord around his wrists. His voice sounds a little mocking when he speaks again, moving down to do the same thing to his ankles.

“And they hired you anyway?”

“They never told me I’d have to use a gun!” He pouts. “Not that I need one anyway.”

“You’ve got a good throwing arm on you, I can tell ya that much.”

Once satisfied with his knots the pirate steps away and to the center of the room, making a quick turn on himself to take a good look at the rest of Razel’s coworkers, all similarly tied-up. He clears his throat, if such a thing is necessary for robots.

“Good evening, good people of the Clovis Bray Corporation!” He makes a mock bow at them, opening his arms wide like a performer thanking the public after a play. His finger never leaves the trigger of his handcannon. “My name is Cayde-5, and my wonderful friends and I have decided to huh… appropriate the goods you are carrying. Stay calm, and we’ll be off before dinnertime!”

The rest of the pirates — most of them exos, he notices — don’t look half as friendly. Relaxed, yes, as they lean against walls and cargo crates, but the way they keep their guns pointed at the hostages doesn’t seem friendly to Razel. Their leader though… He’s fun. If he wasn’t holding him hostage, Razel thinks he’d like him.

It’s a little disheartening to see all his hard work organizing these crates goes to waste as the pirates start carrying them away to where one of their own is setting up a transmat zone. He sighs wistfully as they cart off the crates full of canned food. There are canned peaches in these that he’d kill for.

“Something on your mind, crowbar guy?”

He has to crane his neck to look Cayde-5 in the eyes from his position on the floor, and the movement isn’t made any more comfortable by the way his arms are tied behind his back. He manages a small shrug despite the tight bindings.

“It’s Razel, actually. And I guess I’m kinda bummed out,” he says. “If I’d known we were gonna get robbed, I’d have kept some of my candy stash for later. I was kind of resting all my hopes on those canned fruits.”

“Never put all your eggs in one basket,” Cayde-5 says wisely. “Sucks for those snacks though.”

He thinks about it for a second. “I have a chocolate bar left in my pocket actually,” he says, because he remembers shoving it there before Thomas could catch him in the act and steal it. “So it’s not too bad.”

There’s a second of quiet as both of them watch the pirates work. Finally Cayde says, “Gotta say I’m impressed, crowbar. You’re taking this really well.”

“Thanks! All the ships I get on end up getting robbed at some point so, you know, you get used to it.”

He can see Kendall glaring at him from behind the pirate’s back, probably because he’s chatting with the enemy, but it’ll be awhile before they’re done taking all their stuff so he might as well entertain myself. Cayde looks above his shoulder, and Razel thinks he somehow felt the weight of her glare on his neck, but he just calls out to one of his pirates instead.

“You heard that Mint? That guy survived… how many robberies was it?”

“Huh, I don’t know. About a dozen?”

“A dozen robberies Mint! How cool is that?”

One of the pirates stops, puts down the crate he was carrying and leans against it to reply to his boss. “Doesn’t sound all that cool for the one getting robbed though.”

“I know, but… dozen attacks, and he still has all his limbs! How lucky is that?”

Mint thinks about it for a second and concedes the point with a nod and an appreciative hum.

“It’s not so bad, after a while,” Razel feels the need to clarify. “I mean, once you’ve sat at gunpoint while someone took all your stuff once, it all starts to look the same, you know?”

“It is more fun when you’re the one doing the robbing,” Cayde agrees. He sits down on his heels and gives Razel a good hard look. He’s glad for it: his neck was starting to ache. “Tell you what, you give me that chocolate bar you’ve got squirreled away in one of these pockets and you can tag along, see how it looks from the other end of the robbery. How does that sound?”

A few pirates make noises of protest, though there’s not much energy in it, like they’re used to that kind of recruitment technique. Kendall yells something along the line of don’t you dare-

Razel them and takes a moment to think about it, really think about it. He looks at the pirates, who shakes their head at their captain’s antics and move on. He looks at Kendall, glaring daggers at the two of them, then at Cayde, who winks at him. He looks at the crate of fruit preserves.

“Okay,” he agrees. “But I call dibs on the canned peaches.”

“Deal.”

#writing #April Bouquet #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #my ocs #razel

[ghostmaggie]

hey so in your MKAT post (which you’re 100% correct about) you also mention you’ve had some issues with RT in the past. i’m fairly new in the fandom and also watch his other show iZombie, but i wanted to ask what issues they were?? i like to be informed about the media i consume lmao

Oof okay so I'm on mobile and therefore this will probably be more rant-y and opinion-based than you might be looking for, so I invite anyone with opinions or sources or thoughts or contradictions to reply or shoot me asks and I'll share them (plus I'm curious of other thoughts) but,,

Idk if this was clear in my original post, but my issues are mainly contained within the actual show as opposed to things about him irl, because idk that much outside of secondhand info, so take it with a grain of salt I guess, lol

Also, I feel like I need to say that this is really negative about vmars--which, to be clear, is a show I love dearly--and I know sometimes I like to avoid negative commentary on things I enjoy because it gets stuck in my head and ruins my enjoyment. So if that's you, feel free to skip this! I wont be offended and you shouldn't feel bad about it! It's also just one person's opinion, and I'm most definitely not always right :)

So mostly setting aside the brand new season because I have no clue how to talk around spoilers effectively, in short (with spoilers up through the movie and maybe some spoilers for the books and new season, I cant really tell at this point):

(Editor's note post finishing writing: it's not even all my thoughts, but it's not short. Sorry.)

RT shares in the grand tradition of showrunners I do not care for along with Steven Moffat and Jason Rothenberg, for many parallel reasons. Moffat thinks hes cleverer than he really is, jroth is a douche about romance and character motivation, and both are smug jerks who drove me away from shows I used to love, so.

So number one I guess would just be the sense that he really fucking does not care about the fans. It's especially egregious, as I've seen others point out, when he literally would never have gotten his show back (after driving it to the ground) without the LITERAL MONEY donated by devoted fans. I'm not saying you have to do things just because fans want them, but to go out of your way to do things you know fans will hate just to be contrary is,, yeah.

He thinks he's so very smart, and yet his plots are riddled with holes and inconsistencies (hello, Moffat). It speaks, to me, of a lack of respect for everyone involved--fans, writers, actors, crew, critics, just everyone. Write down a timeline. Something. Try.

One of my bigger issues, though, is that the misogyny in vmars is just...beyond appalling. Not just narratively--i understand representing the flaws in society, I guess, but veronica is honestly one of the most misogynistic parts of the show, and she is never ever ever held accountable for it. Ever. The show never sends the message that she's wrong for the atrocious way she treats, to name a few, Madison, Kendall, Gia, and even Carrie during the s1 plot with Adam Scott. The carrie thing is especially fucked up bc iirc the narrative only condemns her for guessing the victim wrong. (As another note, her treatment of other marginalized groups or basically anyone she ever treats badly--logan, Keith, Wallace, weevil, the list goes on--is rarely or never narratively critiqued. Veronica mars can do no wrong, apparently, even when she's obviously wrong.)

She's far from the only example of misyogny, of course--duncan's s2 dream about madonna/whore meg/veronica comes to mind in screaming color, yet donut is somehow treated like a prince forever and ever and v's lost true love even though he's basically the scum of the earth (pardon, my true feelings are coming out a little here).

Somewhat connected is, of course, the show's treatment of rape in general (hi, season 3), but especially Duncan's rape of veronica. I'm still not over the way they walked it back to "not a rape" and took back holding him accountable. I live for all the fanfiction that addresses it, because at least there people remember that, whether he "thought she could consent" or not, he literally thought she was his sister and didnt know. That's uninformed consent at best, babe!

And if that wasn't bad enough, to "resolve" that plotline and then come back at the end of season 2 to be all, "jk! You WERE raped, by SOMEONE ELSE [too]! Enjoy that reenabled trauma, and some chlamidya to boot!"

Speaking of retconned instances of sex, how about that piz/veronica tape that suddenly became full on sex in the movie? Fun times.

My favorite bout of misogynistic writing, you ask? That would have to be "narratively-enforced nicest girl in school who stands by her friends and is sweet and loyal becomes a raging hell bitch yet also the representation of misogynistic virginal innocence because she was knocked up and abandoned by Mr. Narratively-Claimed-to-be-Perfect-but-Actually-the-Worst and completely undergoes a 180 personality change then dies for plot reasons" because holy fucking shit.

Okay sorry I got way more into that than I meant to. I'll try to wrap up.

RT does a very jroth job of treating fans like shit for giving a shit about a romantic relationship he created. He acts like fans are a bunch of stupid girls for caring about romance, but then pushed it at every level of promo to reel us back in. Make up your mind, asshole. It's desperately unfair to bait fans with romantic promo (even in the form of an inane and ooc love triangle) and then snap back with "oooh it's noir, shut up about the romance!"

If that's how you feel, stop making every other plot point and promo about the fucking romance.

RT seems to want to be making a show that he isnt. He wants to be grimdark and angsty and awful, I guess, and while there have been elements of effective darkness throughout vmars, they have been tempered by the show as a whole. That made it (mostly palatable) for people like me. To flip the script now does a disservice to long term fans and does nothing to attract new viewers. If you want to make a different show, make a different show. Don't drive beloved characters into the ground because you're bitter about how your work is perceived post-death of the author.

To wrap up--he hates character growth. He must really hate it. This is dipping a little into the new season, but he just. Won't let anyone develop. Well. Maybe some people. A very few. But not veronica. Never veronica. Because heaven forbid your main character, the person we've followed for 15 years, be anything other than she was at 16. Her personality, her approach to the world, none of it has changed. Which begs the question: what has been the fucking point?

Sorry this is so long. I'm not sure I even answered your question, so feel free to ask me to try again 😂

#post #vmars #vmars spoilers #maybe #thanks for asking

[agustdef]

Here & Now - Chapter 2

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 1,963

Warning: None.

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​

A week of me constantly working felt like a month. I was physically and mentally drained, but I had to keep going. The light at the end of the tunnel was so close and I could just imagine the rest that I'd get as if it were happening.

"Kendall!"

The screaming of my name sent me jolting forward and out of the daydream, I'd slipped into. Blinking a few times I regained my bearings and stared at Marcus with wide eyes. He just frowned, his eyes holding what felt like disappointment.

"How much sleep did you get on the plane?'

"Three hours."

"And when you got home?"

"Three hours?"

He sighed and I guessed he wasn't appeased with my answers. "How much sleep did you get while in New York?"

For a moment I paused, thinking about it. After a few seconds too long he slapped the table, calling on my attention again.

"Actually, I slept every night for at least seven hours. The most consistent it's been for about a month. I'm just using too much of myself. Working my brain to meet all deadlines and also trying to get everything that I want to out of me. Too much creative output methinks."

Shrugging I grabbed the piece of Belgian waffle I'd been eating, dipped it into syrup and shoved it into my face.

Marcus released another sigh, his face softening. He was entering one of his big brother modes, I could feel it. I always did my best to not worry him that much, but sometimes it just couldn't be helped.

"You're taking a break from all work after this. You look dead most of the time, even with that sparkle of joy in your eyes. Plus your skin looks dull. Where is that radiant brown skin that you've honed with your sixty different skincare products."

A laugh escaped me and I almost choked on the waffle. He was a freaking dork.

"My skin looks just fine, thank you very much. Never come for it again. And I promise I will be taking a break. I'm going to be sleeping, eating and seeing several movies. Also catching up on music."

The last words had him narrowing his eyes and opening his mouth to say something.

"Not for inspo nor for work. I'm behind on some releases and need to catch up and expand my library. We both know that I'd be driven mad if I couldn't at the very least listen to music."

Marcus' lips pursed and then he nodded. He knew that I was right. I couldn't fully promise to control my impulse to get work of some kind done, but I would at the very least try for my sake, his and my literary agent, Ara.

"Okay. Even though I want to just ban you from work now we're having a brunch meeting for a reason." He paused and took a sip of his nasty earl grey tea.

Clearing his throat he turned his attention back to me. "You know the projects you have coming up, it's not a lot and you've worked with at least one person on all of them before. So obviously I'm not too worried about that. You have meetings with the producers for Halsey's album and then the ones for Bruno on Tuesday. Thankfully, they're hours apart so you have time to sprint to the other side of the city."

As he spoke I scrolled through my phone's planner, making sure that I had all those things noted somewhere. I'd have reminders, but I preferred to have it on me at all times. I'd end up cross-checking them with the things in my paper planner.

"Got it."

He nodded and scanned his own phone, then something in the air shifted. Marcus glanced up at me with this serious expression that had me prepared to shit myself.

"And then there's the meeting with Suga in a week."

His grave expression only lasted for a second and then he was smirking at me. Wiggling his eyebrows he did this weird dance that I never wanted to see again. I felt very embarrassed and also wanted to launch something at him because he was teasing me.

"Stop."

"Stop what? I'm just saying you have a meeting next week. A meeting with someone you fangirl over. Someone you've said some very interesting things about." He sounded so smug.

"And? I've fangirled about most of the people I've gotten to work with. Full on thirsted. Brendon Urie, Hayley Kiyoko, Tinashe, Halsey, Trey Songz, Rihanna. Hell, I'm in post-production with Hanbin. And everyone knows how deep that thirst ran." I rolled my eyes and sipped my iced green tea.

"True. But come on, we both know your composure can suck sometimes. Even you, woman with the resting bitch, sad and/or tired face slips up. And I'm more than sure that he will catch you slipping." He enunciated every word, growing more pleased with himself every second.

My cheeks were burning, from embarrassment and annoyance. I flipped him off and stared into his eyes. "Keep fucking with me and I will shave your head. All the hard work for those waves will go out the window."

And as usual, it shut him down. He knew I'd never go that far, but I was not above some form of retaliation that he wouldn't see coming. We'd known each other for well over six years, and even though we spent 2 years, not on speaking terms friendship wise his work as my agent kept him in the loop of my behavior.

Silence reigned as we finished off our food and waved down the waiter to order the burger we'd been eyeing. Once that was taken care of I felt this sort of shyness overtake me. It wasn't foreign, because I was naturally shy, but with a close friend, it felt misplaced.

Clearing my throat I felt my cheeks burning again. "So... um, any particular reason that they asked me? Like the email said that he wanted to work with me, but even then I have no clue why. I asked Hals and she denies having any part in it."

Marcus failed to keep the smirk from making its way back onto his face. He tried hard, the corners of his mouth quirking up and down. Eventually, he just gave up.

"Oh. Well, it's not like you're some unknown producer. You've made a name for yourself with how consistently good your work is. Plus people know that you dabble in a little of everything and are willing to experiment. Plus if you've forgotten you've done a fair amount of work in the world of k-pop. Stray Kids, Jackson Wang, Loco, Mamamoo. You just finished working with B.I., someone who is arguably one of the best producers and writers out there."

"But..."

Reaching across the table he used his hand to cover my mouth, "No buts. You've created a rep for being good at your job and great to work with, it's not surprising that he or anyone else might want to work with you. Stop it."

Swatting his hand away I glared at him, wiping my mouth with a napkin.

"Fine. What time is the meeting?" I asked.

Just before he could speak the massive burger was sat in front of us with a mountain of fries. My stomach felt tight after the waffles and bacon, but upon seeing the beauty made some room. I ordered ginger ale for burping purposes and then grabbed the knife, cutting the burger in half.

"It's going to be on Wednesday at two. You're free that whole day, including deadlines for Ara because those edits are obviously due tomorrow. So you can relax all day until that and perhaps prepare some stuff to show him to get the vibe he's going for."

I took a huge bite of the cheeseburger as I mulled over what he said. One thing dawned on me as I swallowed.

"What is this for exactly. You cut off all my access to the emails and I'd like not to be in the dark about it."

"Oh, he's releasing more Agust D music," he said nonchalantly.

My eyes widened and I felt like my eyes would roll out of their sockets because of it. I'd assumed it was a BTS thing or some other BigHit artists situation, not his solo stuff.

"I want to fire you so bad," I said once I regained my composure.

"Nah, you can't and you won't. You know I do my job too well and this is the only time I've withheld information for my own amusement."

"I hate you a little bit. Not gonna lie." I shoved several fries into my mouth and chomp as I glared at him.

Marcus just winked at me and continued stuff his face with food. No more talk of work happened, we just sat and eat our food occasionally making conversation of some random topic like the character I named after him and then murdered. It had been over a year since that book was written, but with the last of the edits being due his salt levels had risen again.

He ranted and raved about how rude it was, killing a dear friend. One would think I'd actually done the deed and somehow brought him back to life. I had to admit it was funny how riled he was about it though.

Right before he started listing the reasons why I should change the character name my phone vibrated on the table. An image of Hals flashed onto the screen and I thanked Zeus for the interruption.

Picking up the phone I wasn't given the chance to speak because she was whispering with someone in the background. When she stopped I interjected.

"Hello?"

"Ken! Hi, where are you?" She got right to the point.

"I'm out wrapping up a meeting with Marcus. Is there something you needed?" As I spoke to her Marcus waved down our waiter and requested the check.

"Yes, but depends on how you answer the next question. Which is are you busy for the rest of the day?"

She sounded too happy like she was up to something and I didn't like it one bit.

"Besides doing a read through no. Why?"

A laugh could be heard on the other end, which was very much so hers though she'd moved away. Another voice said something, but I couldn't quite make out what it was.

"I could hang up."

"Wait, no. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out and work on some stuff. Nothing serious, just run a few things by you and we spend time together. You can even do your read through." She's pulled it together and sounded normal, but I was still suspect.

Glancing down at my watch I saw it was only almost one and I had all the time in the world to get shit down. That and I only had half the book left and that wouldn't take me much.

"Fine. I'll be there in half an hour."

"Good. You know how to get in. Love you. Bye."

She hung up quick, leaving me no chance to respond to her. Shrugging I pushed the phone into my pocket and looked up in time to see the waiter hand Marcus his receipt. When he got up so did I and we headed out of the restaurant.

"Need me to drop you off?" he asked.

"Nah. I can just Uber there, we're going different directions," I said.

The sun was so bright that my glasses weren't transitioning fast enough to save me and I couldn't really see him.

"Okay. Be safe." He reached over and ruffled my hair, sending the curls I'd worked hard to keep intact going everywhere.

Before I regained sight he was gone, knowing I'd hurt him. Rolling my eyes I ordered and uber and used the window the restaurant to reset my fro. By the time it was sitting how it once was the car pulled up and I eagerly fled to the safety of air conditioning.

It only took fifteen minutes to get to her place because for the first time ever traffic in LA was being kind to me. I hopped out of the car with a nod to the driver and made a beeline to her placed. Once there I knocked and was met with her smiling face. As usual her smile made me smile and she pulled me in for a tight hug.

"Thank you for coming."

"It's no problem, love."

She pulled away and let me in. I kicked off my shoes and was several steps in before I noticed the person standing across the living room. His back was to me and then he turned around, making my eyes widen a fraction before I got it together.

Halsey smiled and I could see the mischief in it. "I forgot to tell you I had a visitor. Kendall this is Yoongi, Yoongi this is Kendall. You'd be more familiar with the name Sailor V. You're working together soon, right?'

"Hi," I said still processing.

He also appeared surprised. "Hello."

#min yoongi #suga #yoongi #bts #original character #suga x oc #bts fanfic #fanfiction #bts fanfiction #producer!oc #writer!oc #oc #yoongi fanfic #suga fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction

[thatonefromyourdreams]

I’m Sorry - [Natasha Romanoff x OC]/(7)

The reason why I came here was finally happening.

Em was getting married today and I was a nervous mess. She told me to wear a dress and this was actually worst than coming out to my parents.

"Mom, I'm gay" I said firmly "Pathetic"

I took a deep breath

"Mom, I like women" I said "Lameeee" I banged my head against the mirror

"Mom, I'm dating a girl and I want to marry her"

Try again

"MOM I'M GAY!" I screamed

"Not your mom but I knew it" dad came to my room acting like it wasn't a big deal

"You knew it?" I asked incredulously "How?"

"Well, the Garcia girl called a couple of days after you left" Lu called, okay

"Lu?"

"Yes, the girl you used to spend every day with; she called crying, I think she was drunk" Lu never drank

"Lu?" that was all I could say

He ignored me and continued

"She told me that she needed to tell you how sorry she was, and that she was still in love with you; I'm going to quote her 'I want everything we promised' and then she hung up"

"Wow" I said shocked

"Honey that doesn't mean that I don't love you, I do. You are my baby and nothing could ever change that"

"I wasn't expecting this kind of reaction"

"I'm sorry, you kind of took me off guard, I wanted to buy a coming out cake but... time" he made a funny face

I laughed and hugged him

"Thank you dad" I said trying not to cry

"So... any girl I should know about? I mean if they break your heart I can't beat them because your dad wouldn't hit a girl"

He was taking this so lightly

"I have a girlfriend" I said smiling shyly

"What's her name?" he asked

"Natasha" I said simply

"I like her already" and with that I took off a giant weight from my chest

"Dad... I feel like I let you down" I started

"No, don't ever think that, you're my little girl" he interrupted me "We should get going to the house to see if Emi needs help"

I just wished mom could react like this, but I knew she would freak out and do something stupid like start screaming or fake a seizure, I knew her too well.

We took our bags to my dad's jeep and drove to his beach house, this was the first time I'd see that house.

"Nice" I said as we entered the house, the walls were blue, with hints of white and it was so tidy and organized

"I hired someone to make it look decent" he said as if he was reading my mind

"It looks perfect" I sighed "it makes me want to get married here"

He gave me a funny look

"What?" I asked

He kept looking at me smiling

"You're starting to freak me out" I said walking in front of him to the back of the house

"You want to get married" he said calmly

I had forgotten that throughout my childhood and most of my teen years I had said that I would never get married.

"I do..." I took a deep breath "As a matter of fact, I was going to propose when we were in Paris but I just didn't feel it was the right moment"

"I know you Vale, and I don't have to be with you 24/7 to know that it wasn't that the real reason"

He knew me too well

"She’s a spy, dad, not just that, she’s the spy. The one you watch in movies but better, and I’m just me"

"Valentina, you’re so used to be you that you can’t actually see how wonderful you are"

I rolled my eyes

"Do you remember that time when those men robbed our house and they tied you down and took everything?" I asked

"What does that has to do with Natasha?" he said

"Well, mom kept saying to everyone that she married you for security and know she had to waste the money in therapy for the trauma"

He kept quiet for a full minute before saying

"You are trying to say that in one point Natasha is going to turn into a woman like your mom?"

"No, dad..."

"I assume you didn't choose a woman like your mom so you won’t have that kind of trouble" he interrupted

He took my hand

"She loves you for who you are" he said sweetly

I loved how dad always said exactly the right word when we had a problem, he was so nice and so thoughtful.

"Why did you marry mom?" I asked out of the blue

"I adored her and that was the beginning of my ending" he said "Your mom was a beautiful brown haired girl, who loved literature and medicine"

"Mom?" I asked incredulous

"Yes, through all of high school she said she wanted to be a doctor. But you know how Marina is" he said referring to my mother's mother.

I nodded

"She said that medicine wasn't a career for girls and that she had to study something more adequate for her"

"So she chose bakery?" I asked

"She went to culinary school and became a chef, but baking was her second passion so she dedicated to that"

Mom owned a franchise chain of cake shops and even thought it wasn't as big as my dad's company, it paid the luxurious life mom dreamed of.

"She is a broken woman Vale, and she loves you, in her very own way"

"She kicked me out of the house" it was a hard topic to me

"She regretted it, she went to search for you the next day but she didn't find you and Emi said she had promise you not to say a word"

"Dad?" I asked

"Was I the reason you divorced?"

He looked down

"No, you weren't" I didn't push any further

"VALE! DAD!" Em yelled from the back of the house

"Bridezilla" we both said before breaking into a fit of laughter

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"The ceremony is about to start" the wedding planner said with a clipboard in his hand "Go to your places"

"I'll see you later with another last name" I smiled to Em

She smiled back

"Go to your place" the planner said again

I walked to the first row of chairs placed carefully for the ceremony. Mom was to my side and on the other side was Enrique, Lucía and Ricardo.

"Vale" Enrique, Carlos' younger brother, smiled

"Kike" I smiled back

He didn't say anything else

The wedding march started we got up, there she was. I saw Em earlier inside with her gorgeous strapless dress, but know, with the palm trees and the colors of the sunset she looked incredibly beautiful.

I wanted that, to see Nat walking down the aisle with a dress while I was waiting for her at the end, I wanted it to be with her. I took my phone out to take a picture of her, she looked so unreal. I remembered when were younger, everything she had done for me, she was more my mother than the woman next to me.

"Hasta que la muerte los separe" the father said

"Until my last breath" Carlos said kissing her

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"You look nice" Mom came to my side while I was watching Em and Carlos share their first dance

Lucky I'm in love with my best friend...

The music played in the back

"You too mom" I said not paying much attention to her

"One day that is going to be you" she said softly

"I really hope so" I murmured, Kendall hadn't texted all day

"A beautiful young man, I know a few..." she kept talking about guys.

Now Val, it's your turn, come on!

"Margaret's boy is a darling, he has his own apartment on Main Street..."

NOW VAL!

"Mom..." I said softly but she kept talking

"His name is Arturo, he is a doctor, and he saves people..."

"Mom..." I said again

"You too could get along, he is a gentleman..."

"MOM!" I said loudly, making a few persons turn

"Yes?" she asked annoyed

"Valentina is that you?" Aunt Delia came with her two daughters

I smiled

"Hi Aunt Delia"

"Oh darling you are so thin!" she took my arm

She must have sensed my discomfort

"Nice to see you" she said an rushed

"Mom..." I started

"Honey, speak quickly, I need to search for Pablo" I looked at her frowning but didn't say anything.

"Mom I don't want to date Margaret's son" I started

"Okay, I have a lot of friends"

"No mom, I don't want to date any of their sons" I said, my heart beating faster and faster.

"Why?" she asked confused

"Mom... I'm..."

"Pablo" she said a tall figure walking to us

"Hello" I knew him, he was the guy.

"Mom, I'm gay" I said loudly

Mom and the guy looked at me shocked.

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[ad_1] This morning, Megan Thee Stallion spoke at length with Gayle King about the July 2020 Los Angeles incident in which she was shot in the foot following a party at Kendall Jenner’s home. Megan reasserted that Tory Lanez fired the gun after she got out of a car she had been in with Lanez, his driver and a friend of hers.“Everything happens so fast. And all I hear is this man screaming. And he said, 'Dance, bitch.' And he started shooting.” Megan recalled. “He shot a couple of times and I was so scared.” An onlooker called the police, and Megan told King that she was afraid to tell them she had been shot because they might escalate the situation.“The George Floyd incident had just happened, the police are very much shoot first, ask questions after, so I’m like, ‘It’s a hot gun in the car, I’m bleeding. I’ve been shot. They’re about to kill somebody. Something bad is about to happen,’” she said.Instead, Megan told the police that she had stepped on broken glass: “I was just trying to protect all of us, because I don’t want them to kill us. Even though this person just did this to me, my first reaction still was to try to save us. I didn’t want to see anybody die.” She was taken to a hospital for treatment, but said that some small fragments of the bullets remain in her feet to this day. Megan also acknowledged that she has regretted not mentioning the gun to the police from the outset.CBS News also obtained text messages sent from Megan’s friend who was in the car to her bodyguard, which read “Tory shot Meg.”Megan refuted Lanez’s claim that the two had a sexual relationship, and said that they had become close friends in part because they were both grieving over the loss of their mothers. “I feel like I put the blame on myself because when my mom passed, I just felt like I was looking for some type of family environment. And I was letting so many people in," she told King. "I didn't care who it was. I just wanted to feel like I got family and I got people that care about me.”Lanez has pleaded not guilty to the shooting, but was arrested in early April for violating a “pre-trial protective order.” In August 2020, Megan named Lanez as the shooter in an Instagram Live following skepticism from a vocal subsection of social media users. “Yes, this n-gga Tory shot me. You shot me, and you got your publicist and your people going to these blogs, lying and shit,” she explained. In a 2020 interview with GQ, Megan said Lanez offered her money not to speak publicly about the shooting, and in the CBS interview she claimed that the exact sum was $1 million.Lanez has stoked skepticism in the years since, via social media and Daystar, an album almost totally dedicated to his side of the story. He’s also antagonized Meg in some places, like a video with (Meg’s once frequent collaborator) DaBaby that features Lanez brandishing guns, with a special close-up on his feet. Meg had words for anyone who feels like she’s lying about the way things went down: “I know this happened to me. I’d rather it play out in court and the facts come out and everything comes out than me having to plead my case. I’m the victim,” she said. “I’m not defending myself against anything. Something happened to me.” [ad_2] Source link

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“Alright, okay! Tik Tok! What do we do, what do we do?” Victoria said, looking into the phone camera that Logan was holding up from his recliner. As he began to test out different filters, Victoria was whipping her hair around and acting real silly. “I’m on Tik Tok! Fuck yeah! WOAHHH!”

Running over behind the chair to see what he had recorded so far, she had to say, this definitely had the possibility to go viral! Not only did she look super cute in it, she was also VERY funny and relatable too!

“Okay, keep it up Logan, we’re doing good so far! Find the disco filter and record me doing the hustle, I think it’ll really make the video!” Victoria squealed, running back into frame and dancing for the camera.

“Uh, yeah.” Logan responded, cringing at how fucking stupid she looked right now. “Think we got enough of… that. Let’s use the golden poop head filter now.”

“Okies! I was hoping we’d use that one!” Victoria said, fixing her hair for the next part of the video and jumping up and down to get herself pumped up. “Tik Tok and you don’t stop!”

Hanging out with Victoria was… a lot. At first, Logan would have preferred to do ANYTHING but spend his Friday night inside 2J recording Victoria make an ass out of herself, but for the past few months, he had gotten pretty lonely, and, well… he wasn’t exactly above associating with her anymore (he was currently in his flop era).

His bestie, Lorde, was currently away on a year long excavation in Antarctica, getting away from the US to reinvent and find herself again in preparation for her next album. He couldn’t even be mad, he knew she needed this right now, plus she was always sending him pictures of the cute little baby seals she had seen during her mountain climbing excursions!

He actually hadn’t heard from her in a while. The last time they spoke was a few weeks ago, and it was when Logan called her in tears to tell her that the local P.F. Changs was going out of business! Where would they get their pot stickers now?! On the other line, however, all he heard in response was someone in the background screaming “Avalanche” along with a bunch of screaming and loud rustling. He got cut off after that and hasn’t been able to call her back since, but he wasn’t going to hold that against her. She probably had bad cell signal over there.

(Last known photo taken of Lorde)

Without Lorde, he could have just hung out with Sabrina instead, but ever since the little feud she found herself in with Olivia Rodrigo, he was avoiding her at all costs! From what he understood, Miss Rodrigo released a song about her ex-boyfriend, and in it, she called Sabrina pretty and iconic and everything she wanted to be in life. Her response? A follow up diss single in which she describes Olivia’s ex-boyfriend raw dogging her every single night, and how she was a stupid little cunt who could try and get under her skin but couldn’t (clearly she could). Not to mention, the guy in question wasn’t even cute enough to be fighting over!

And instead of stopping there, she released her phone number on Twitter and doxxed other personal info about her, leading to a teenage girl being harassed by thousands of Sabrina’s fans. When she told Logan all about this and asked him to show his support for her, he hung up and kinda had to block her number… at least for the mean time. Sabrina was currently the most hated person in America right now, and he did NOT want to associate himself with her.

Speaking of cancelled, Jake had a scandal of his own! People found out that he was publicly registered as part of the republican party and had (unknowingly) voted for Trump two elections in a row. He was a himbo, he literally had no idea what any of that meant or how he even got himself involved in all of that, but being a gorgeous piece of prime man meat was unfortunately not enough to clear his name for the mean time. Which sucked! Usually all he had to do was give a dopey smile and he would be forgiven of literally any wrongdoing he had ever committed.

Luckily, he still had one unproblematic friend left, Charli, but she was currently away overseas and couldn’t hang out with him. Now that Super Nintendo World was open in Universal Studios Japan, the company had decided to hire her to work and perform at the park, standing on top of Peach’s castle next to Toad all day, smiling and waving at all the guests. She had signed on for a year long contract, so it would probably be a while before he saw her again. At least she would come back loaded with all that Nintendo money. Plus she could probably pick him up some Japanese-exclusive Rosalina merch! He already cleared off a shelf in his bedroom for it.

(Charli at Super Nintendo World)

So that left him with… Victoria. And truth be told, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world after all! Sure, she was bridled with scandals of her own, but it was only because of her flippant use of the f-slur. So what? We all said it, it wasn’t even THAT big of a deal.

Plus, the two of them spent most of their time with Dustin, which wasn’t a horrible thing at all! He was so funny and charming and sexy, and he constantly made the two of them laugh.

He had actually moved back into 2J a few months ago, what with the pandemic still going on and him being out of work and needing a place to live (people were spending their money on necessities instead of his plushie subscription box, go figure).

At first, they were a little worried that it would be awkward at first, since him and Kendall had broken up and he would have to live with him again. But they were adults and made it work! Plus, before they were boyfriends, they were best friends, and they would never let that be taken away from them. So they went back to sharing a room, along with a bed, and things were just like they used to be, right down to Dustin going to sleep every night wearing only an undershirt and socks. But like I said, they were mature about the whole thing!

“Where’s my MILK!” Victoria exclaiming, shaking Logan from his thoughts as the brunette recorded herself with a creepy cat filter.

“Okay, I think we got enough material! That was good, right??” Victoria asked out of breath, Logan nodding his head and Dustin shrugging his shoulders.

“Uh huh. Let me upload it.” Logan replied, Victoria excitedly throwing herself onto the couch next to Dustin.

“AAAHHH! I’m so excited! I just KNOW this is gonna make the for you page! Quick, get out your phone Dustin and keep refreshing until you see it on yours.” Victoria said, Dustin reluctantly doing as he was told.

“I just refreshed like, 10 times, and nothing.” Dustin replied, Victoria snatching the phone out of his hand and seeing that the top result was a video of Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks jumping off a skyscraper.

“Fuck! Okay, let’s just give it a few minutes, maybe it’s just making it’s rounds.” Victoria said, jumping up and pacing around the room. “Let me think, what’s viral right now… got it! Give me a second guys, I have to go grab something.”

Scurrying away to her room, Dustin and Logan were left alone in the living room, Dustin clearing his throat while Logan scratched his head. Ever since Dustin was back in 2J, there had been a bit of… sexual tension between the two of them. Okay well they had actually fucked a whole bunch of times since then, and were going to continue to do so, but neither one had discussed what it meant for their relationship now. And before either one of them could, Victoria came running with a boombox and different props, throwing them down on the floor with a loud that caused Logan Jr. to stir. She currently had a migraine and was laying in her bed with a blanket and dark sunglasses thrown over her.

“Victoria, come on, what is all of this…” Logan asked, watching as Victoria decorated the room and threw a stupid wig on her head.

“I’m gonna post a dance challenge! People love them! I think THIS might be what pushes me to the top!” Victoria replied.

“Sure, but maybe you should-“ Logan said before Victoria loudly shushed him.

“Trust me! Dustin, press the power button, and Logan, get ready to record.” With a sigh, Dustin pressed the button, as the Harlem Shake started playing.

“What up Tik Tok! It’s your girl V-Dawg coming at you with another video! Duet this with your reactions, or show me your own dance!” Victoria exclaimed, and just as the beat dropped, she was wiggling around the living room and jumping around. “Come on guys, you’re supposed to be dancing with me!” Victoria said in a loud whisper as the two of them watched in horror/sadness at how stupid she looked.

At this point it truly dawned on them that with the way she carried herself online and the type of “humor” she used in her videos, she was still stuck in 2013. Which made sense, seeing as how this was when she had peaked.

“Are you guys doing the Harlem Shake? OMG! I wanna join!” Kendall said, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a big smile plastered on his face.

As Dustin and Logan looked at each other, they realized Kendall was stuck in 2013 too, which… was also when he had peaked.

“God DAMMIT! Kendall! You fucked up the video! That fucking beak of yours blocked the camera!” Victoria yelled, Kendall automatically getting defensive.

“What? How? I’m literally standing behind you?” Kendall replied, Victoria throwing her wig across the room and pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Well either way you ruined the video! I was going to go viral!” Victoria yelled, mumbling something that sounded like a quite familiar slur under her breath.

Still holding up the phone and realizing he had recorded the entire thing, Logan quickly uploaded the video to Tik Tok. If Victoria wanted to go viral, she was definitely going to tonight.

“Whatever. What’s with the bag.” Victoria said, anger suppressing as she changed the subject.

“Oh. Well… I’m actually spending the night with my… boyfriend!!! >~< He invited me over, and he’s even making dinner! Well, we both are, he said he’s going to start as soon as I get there.” Kendall said, beaming as the other three looked at him in surprise/confusion/disbelief.

“Boyfriend?? Sure, Kendall.” Logan said.

“Noooo, it’s true! He’s super cute, and successful! You’ve probably heard of him!” Kendall responded, as the three of them all gave each other a knowing glance.

“Do we now? Who is it?” Dustin asked.

“Well… it’s Armie Hammer! From Call Me By Your Name, Arrested Development, a bunch of other things. We really clicked!” Kendall said.

After a moment of silence, the three of them broke into a fit of hysterical laughter, Victoria screaming that she was about to piss herself and Dustin taking a hit of his inhaler.

“HOW DID YOU TWO MEET?!” Victoria asked, trying to catch her breath from all the cackling.

“Well, we met last weekend at Whole Foods.” Kendall explained. “I was grabbing the last carton of oat milk, and he was reaching for it too. I tried to be polite and told him to go ahead and take it, but he smiled and told me it was all mine, and he looked me up and down and… well… he said he saw something even tastier!” Kendall said with a smile, fondly thinking about that moment the two of them shared.

“And let me guess, everyone in the building cheered?” Dustin asked with fake interest and sincerity, causing the three of them to roll around all over the couch.

“Yeah yeah, keep laughing, I know you’re all just jealous that I have a super hot a-list boyfriend!” Kendall said, the laughter that had started to die down now picking back up again.

“Yeah? Just like your super hot a-list boyfriend Paul Rudd?!” Logan screamed, Kendall’s face turning sour as they made a mockery of him.

“Okay well that was… different. I’ll show you guys who’s telling the truth, I’ll ask him to come over HERE next time for dinner!” Kendall said.

“Sure Kendall! Tell him to bring Henry Cavil with him too!” Victoria responded, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Oh! Henry’s actually his best friend! He’s supposed to be at the sleepover, too!” Kendall earnestly said, met by an even louder chorus of hysterical screaming and laughter.

“Whatever. I’m gonna head out now. I’ll see you later.. whores.” Kendall said, cringing at his attempt to be cooler than them.

As Kendall slammed the door behind him, the three of them were finally able to regain their composure. They didn’t WANT to treat Kendall like a laughing stock, truly, but he really just made it so, SO easy.

Unbeknownst to them, though, it would be Kendall who was getting the last laugh.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The next part of the fic would be Kendall meeting Armie’s celebrity friends! And later on inviting him over for dinner and introducing himself to Logan, Dustin, and Victoria!

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Friends (Part 5)

Apparently this is not the last part like I said it would because it’s too long already. I personally don’t really like this part but I hope I don’t disappoint you too much. Just ignore any grammar mistake, I’ll edit later because this is effing long lol. I’ll end this series at part 6.

Pairing: Harry Styles and reader

Warning: sex, language.

~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

You tried to concentrate on the conversation with your best friend but your eyes kept going back to the stranger standing across the room. You knew who he was and you were sure everyone at that party did too. He was Harry Styles and just a moment ago one of his song had been blasted out of the speaker. Harry kept his eyes fixed on you and a smile appeared on his face. He was beautiful.

You didn’t believe it at first that Harry Styles was actually checking you out. But as you turned away to focus on the conversation with Lia, you could feel his stare burning holes on your skin. There were many other women in the room who were more beautiful than you. So why you?

“Hey, are you listening to me?” Lia asked waving her hands in front of your face. 

You turned back to her with widened eyes. “Huh? Yeah, of course!”

“Yeah?” Lia asked with her eyebrows raised and hands on her hips. You could never fool Lia, she always knew what was up. She turned around to look at Harry who immediately pretended to enjoy the drink in his hand as his eyes wandered to everywhere else but you. You couldn’t stop smiling at how cute he was.

“Gosh, you were mentally having sex with Harry Styles while I was talking to you?”

“No! What?!” you denied, but there was definitely some serious sexual tension in that stare-off.

“He’s bad news. I’ve done my research about him.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled a bit. “Didn’t you tell me the internet was bullshit?”

“I’m not saying he’s a shitty person. I don’t know him personally but I mean, the guy only dates models like Kendall Jenner so he’s obviously a shallow womanizer.”

“You know what’s shallow? What you just said about a guy you’ve never talked to.”

“You go talk to him then.”

You were surprised by your best friend’s suggestion. You looked at her with your mouth opened and breathed out a laugh. “You’re joking?”

“No I’m serious. I just don’t think you have the balls to do so,” Lia said with a smile.

You and Lia were best friends but you were nothing like her. She was the wild one, you were more laid back. However, that made you two the perfect duo. But sometimes you were tired of being ‘the boring friend’. That night you'd had a few drinks and you were up for a challenge.

“Watch me,” you said to your friend’s surprise. And before Lia could speak her mind, you were already making your way toward Harry.

…

“Are you feeling fine?”

You blinked a couple of times and found yourself standing in your boyfriend’s living room and in the middle of his birthday party. Miles was giving you a look of concern. One of his hand was holding a drink and the other was rubbing up and down your back to give you comfort. You pressed your lips into a smile and told him you were fine and you just didn’t like crowded places.

“Do you want to go upstairs to lie down?”

“No. Don’t mind me. I’ll go find somewhere to sit down.”

You tiptoed to capture his lips with your own. That was when you heard your best friend’s voice coming through the entrance.

“Y/N! Miles! I’m here!”

“Oh, Lia’s here. I’ll stay with her,” you told Miles.

“You sure?”

You nodded your head yes.

“Okay, Lia, keep an eye on her for me. I’ll go get you a piece of cake.”

“And a drink,” said your best friend with a smile.

“Love you.” Miles pulled you into a kiss then he just disappeared into the kitchen. You later received a look from Lia. You knew what it meant but she said it anyway.

“ ’Love you’? You two said the ‘L’ word?!”

“No! I mean, he did. I’m still…not there yet,” you said and immediately changed the topic.

“So how was Rob’s party?”

“He was sad you couldn’t make it but he completely understood. He thanked you for sending the present.”

“And…” you trailed off. Lia knew what you were getting at, still she waited for you to ask her. You couldn’t care less about Rob’s party. He wasn’t that close to you anyway. You just needed an excuse to talk about what was at that party, or who to be exact. 

“Was Harry there?”

“Yes.” Lia kept a neutral expression as she spoke, “but I didn’t talk to him, just saw him.”

“How is he?”

“He looked happy, laughing and drinking with some friends and stuff.”

“Good for him,” you said. 

No matter how much you hated to admit that you were being selfish, you weren’t so thrilled with the thought that maybe, just like you, Harry had found someone new.

…

“Cum fo’ me, baby. I want to watch yeh cum,” Harry grunted into your ear as he sped up his thrusting which drove you to that beloved edge. Your whole body was shaking uncontrollably as you scream out his name. Seeing you in that vulnerable state was the end of Harry and he soon reached his height right after you had finished. You were completely spent after that second orgasm, but still managed to smile when his sweaty body collapsed on top of yours.

“Fuck…” you exhaled and heard Harry chuckle into your neck. His hot breath made your skin tingle. It was just another casual Saturday night when you two decided to watch a movie and ended up fucking like rabbits. 

“Do yeh think birds can suffer from fear of height?” Harry’s random question made you laugh. You two had been spending a lot of time together and weird conversations like that had become too ordinary.

You were lying next to Harry with your head on his chest and his arm around you. Both of you were comfortably naked under the blanket. You took a few seconds to think of an answer for Harry’s question. Even yourself thought it was funny how you were taking his silly question very seriously.

“Birds who have not learned to fly certainly can and do and also those who never learn to fly.”

“Also birds whose wings were damaged.”

“Harry, I think birds whose wings were damaged can be afraid of flying, but not height.”

“Oh, yea, smart girl.”

“I’m not smart. You’re just stupid.”

Harry pretended to look offended and it cracked you up.

“What?” you ask when he smiles at you for no reason.

“Nothin’. Yeh just look really beautiful when yeh laugh,” he told you. It wasn’t the first time Harry’d said that to you. Harry was a nice guy and he would tell any girl that she looked beautiful whenever he could to make her feel good about herself.

You simply thanked him for the compliment and acted like it’s no big deal, but you could fool anyone but yourself. You never stopped thinking about it along with all the possibilities behind the word beautiful. That night was the first time your heart started to race and your palms started to sweat when you looked into his green eyes. And the strange feeling in your stomach made you think maybe you had got sick. Yes, you were sick. And it was the kind of sickness you might never recover from.

…

“…and I said ‘why don’t you fuck off?’!”

Everyone started laughing, except for you. The man’s joke wasn’t that funny but most of the people there were drunk anyway. You felt so uncomfortable sitting on that sofa. Despite having your boyfriend and best friend right next to you, you still felt so out of place. 

“Ed’s so drunk,” Miles whispered into your ear and made you giggle.

“Did you drink much?” you asked your boyfriend who shook his head.

“No, gotta stay sober for you.”

“Good boy,” you said and stroked his hair, making him chuckle. You laid your head on Miles’ shoulder as he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed your hair. You didn’t know why you even asked what you were going to ask next but it just came out unexpectedly.

“Do you think birds can suffer from fear of height?”

Miles looked at you, confused. You thought you weren’t loud enough so you attempted to repeat but he cut you off, “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“No.” You laughed. “The silly question just randomly popped up in my head.”

“See? Even you think it’s a silly thing to ask,” was what he said to you before turning his attention back to the conversation going on between his friends.

…

You already began to lose patient after watching Harry observing the palm of your right hand for almost fifteen minutes. He said he was learning some palm reading techniques and he wanted to try on you.

“Are you done? This is so unprofessional!”

“If yeh keep on whinin’, I won’t be able to get it right!”

You were smiling and you didn’t realize you were doing that. He just looked so cute whenever he concentrated on something. It was hard to believe the man sitting in front of you on that sofa was a famous rockstar and belonged to the world. When he was with you he was just a normal 23 year old young man who told bad jokes and enjoyed romantic movies.

“Your palm lines say yeh will get married at the age of thirty to a rich fat man, oooh, a sixty year old man.”

“Are you bullshitting with me?” you cocked an eyebrow and he grinned at you.

“Yeah.”

You burst into laughter and pushed him backward then climbed ontop of him, pinning his wrists down on the sofa’s arm rests.

“If you’re gonna punish me, I’m down with it,” he said with a cocky smirk.

“No I think I’m gonna save myself for my sixty year old husband,” you joked.

“He won’t be able to please yeh, you’ll find me again.”

You lowered your head and left small pecks on his jaw line as you spoke softly, “and have your wife murder me? No thanks.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll still be single then, or divorced.”

“Don’t be pessimistic.” You moved your lips away from him, making him groan in frustration and open his eyes to look at you. You let go off his wrists and Harry took the opportunity to sit up with his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in his lap. You cupped his face between your hands and ran your right thumb across his lips. You adored those lips. You adored his eyes, his hair, his hands. You adored him. 

You and Harry always tried to avoid talking about feelings and love and relationships as much as possible. But looking at him that very moment, you knew you just had to say this.

“You’ve been in love before, H. You’ll fall in love again.”

“It doesn’t work that way in the celebrity world. But I’m cool.” Dimples appeared on Harry’s cheeks as he smiled at you. “If you ever get bored with your sixty year old husband, just know I’ll be waitin’ for your calls.”

…

Harry checked his phone as a habit but he didn’t see any missed call from you. It’d been a while and he didn’t know why he was still hoping you’d come back, even after hearing from Lia that you had clearly moved on. 

“Tell them Harry will arrive in fifteen minutes. Okay, thanks,” Harry’s manager, Jeff, said on the phone and rushed the driver to speed up or else they’d be late.

“Why are you so sad?” Jeff turned to ask Harry as he put away his phone.

“It’s nothing.”

“If a girl turned you down or something you should talk to me.”

“There’s no girl,” Harry replied coldly and turned to the window on his side to avoid having another conversation about his love life. Maybe it’d been a while and you were happy in your new relationship, but Harry would keep on waiting for the day his phone rang and it was you calling to say you missed him too. Until then, he would just have to be patient.

(to be continue)

Don’t forget to give me thoughts on this part.

So I wrote a one shot called Beating Heart and someone asked me to write part 2 but I’m still not sure so if you want me to, let me know.

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80s Movies Mash-Up

Full Metal Jedi

A young farm boy named Luke leaves his boring home planet to join the toughest branch of the Rebellion in the hopes of becoming “the first kid in his sector to get a confirmed lightsaber kill.” He soon learns in basic training that getting there won’t be easy. Luke will have to endure the stern and scary presence of his senior drill instructor Obi Won Hartman who teaches his recruits how to use the Force while he hurls profane insults at them at the top of his voice like, “Only womp rats and ass bandits come from Tatooine and you don’t much look like a womp rat so that kind of narrows it down.”

  Luke is paired with a slower, dim-witted cadet named Anakin who the sergeant cruelly nicknames “Vader Pyle” branding him as an idiot. Soon the sergeant starts punishing his fellow recruits whenever Anakin messes up and the whole platoon assaults Anakin in his sleep by using their force powers to make Anakin whip himself with a bar of soap wrapped in a towel. Anakin begins to improve even beyond Luke’s abilities but Anakin’s new found powers take over his sanity and turn him into a homicidal maniac who murders the sergeant before turning the lightsaber on himself.

  Luke is sent to Hoth to fight for the rebellion as a journalist capturing the harsh realities of war from the front lines. He writes “Born to Force Choke” on his helmet and a peace button on his body armor as his way of speaking out about “the duality of man.” The hard lined Gen. Rieekan notices the pin and berates Luke saying the Rebellion is occupying Hoth because “in every tauntaun, there is a human trying to get in it in order to stay warm.”

  Luke reunites with his basic training recruit Pvt. Flyboy who’s joined a rogue squadron called the Lustgamorrean Squad that includes a brooding, bullish, hairy meathead named Wookie Mother. Luke joins the squad as they are sent to monitor activity on Endor where they eventually get pinned down by a sniper who kills Flyboy and other members of the squad. Eventually, they fight their way into the sniper’s nest and kill the gunman who turns out to be a small, orphaned Ewok.

  The Running Elephant Man

Acclaimed British actor John Hurt takes on the title role of Joseph Merrick, an English man suffering from severe physical deformities caused by a rare, 21st century illness called Pachyosteosclerosis. He becomes a police helicopter pilot for a corrupt police state who frames him for opening fire on innocent protestors during an adorable British orphan riot. He escapes by forcing a woman named Mrs. Kendal to be his hostage before both are captured while trying to flee the country. Merrick is thrown into a work camp where he befriends renowned surgeon Frederick Travers.

  During this dark time where death and truth are twisted for control and the public’s entertainment, the most popular show on TV is a reality game show called The Running Man. Contestants are picked from prison and given a chance at winning their freedom if they can survive a gauntlet of ruthless killers known as “stalkers”. The show’s ruthless host and producer Damon Killiam played by Sir John Gielgud offers Merrick his shot at freedom and when Merrick accepts, Killiam double crosses him by sending Travers and Mrs. Kendal into the game with him.

  Merrick and his spandex sporting team of underdogs fight through a series of chainsaw wielding, electricity shooting, flame throwing stalkers winning over the crowd that usually bets on the show’s roster of fighters. Killiam offers Merrick a chance to become one of the show’s star stalkers along with a beachfront condo and a hefty salary but Merrick declines. He pulls a security camera off the wall and yells in Killiam’s virtual face, “I’m not an animal! I am a human being! I’m a man who’s going to ram his fist into your stomach and pull out your goddamn spine!”

  The three go off the grid and Travers discovers a way to hijack the show’s broadcast. He hacks into the studio’s satellite feed by pretending that the control box is a patient with typhus. Travers obtains the password to hijack the feed and tells Mrs. Kendel to remember it just before he’s killed by the electricity slinging Dynamo.

  The network decides to fix a fake video of Merrick’s death to placate the audience. Merrick and Mrs. Kendal find an underground hacker den that’s willing to broadcast the undoctored footage of Merrick’s frame job. They break into the studio after the fake video airs shocking the audience who thinks Merrick has died. They chase off the audience and get in a shoot-out with police leaving Killiam alone on stage with Merrick. Killiam tries to tell Merrick he was just giving the audience what they want by putting a deformed warrior on TV. Killiam realizes he’s been bested and that he underestimated Merrick who is about to launch Killiam into the grid to his inevitable death. Just before Merrick does, Killiam panics and tells him to “Drop dead.” Merrick remarks, “My life is full because I know I am loved” before launching Killiam down the chute and to an explosive death.

Born on the Friday the 13th

During one of his many rampages on the camp staff of Camp Crystal Lake, Jason Voorhees is shot in the back by a camp counselor. He manages to fight through his seemingly fatal wound and take out a couple of counselors before a second shot sends him to the ground in a catatonic state. He wakes up in the camp hospital that’s been slashed financially to the bone by President Nixon’s administration. He fights with the staff to get him to save his machete throwing arm because they won’t allow him to kill like his mother taught him to and he often has flashbacks about the one night that a horny teenager bested and almost killed him.

  He recovers but is confined to a wheelchair paralyzed from the chest down. The camp feels so bad for the homicidal maniac that they hold a rally in his honor. They invite him to speak but forgetting that he’s unable to speak, Jason sits before a quiet crowd confused at his behavior and what they are even doing there. The sound of a helicopter causes him to flashback to the night that took his body as the whirling of the helicopter blades reminds him of the “whooshing” sound made by his powerful machete swinging. He starts to feel remorse for the lives he took. Jason turns to booze, drugs and prostitutes to cover the guilt with the numbing feeling his vices produce. He moves back into his rundown shack where he fights with the remains of his dead mother questioning her motives for the values she instilled in him and forced him to kill for mother. She breaks down and throws him out of the shack.

  He befriends another ex-serial killer named Charlie played by Willem Dafoe who was also paralyzed by one of his escaped victims and the two imbarge on a drug and drinking binge in Mexico. They get stranded in the desert by a cab driver because Charlie killed him with a spear and the two get into a fight over the atrocities they committed. Charlie spits in his face and Jason tries to spit back but forgets he’s wearing his hockey mask. The two struggle and fall out of their chairs.

  Jason returns to the States where he sobers up and realizes he has to face his past and admit to his mistakes. He visits the family of the teen he failed to kill and apologies for not doing his duty. The family falls short of forgiving him but the mother says she understands his pain. He turns anger and grief into a driving force of protest against camps for not doing more to protect their staff from people like him. He’s dragged out of a convention for the camp’s presidential election. His staunch activism leads him to write a book about his harrowing experience and is hailed as a hero for speaking out against the camp that made him carry such a heavy emotional burden.

Ferris Bueller’s Nightmare on Elm Street

Popular teenager Ferris Bueller is awakened by his parents before school. He coughs and sounds weak as he attempts to get up but his parents insist he stay in bed because he’s too sick to go to school. Meanwhile his sister Jeanie has a nightmare that she’s being pursued by a mysterious figure with burned skin wearing a red and green sweater and a bladed glove who chases her down and slashes her across the chest. Her injuries are transferred to the real world where an invisible Freddy drags Jeanie’s screaming body to the ceiling before dropping her to the floor in a bloody heap. Her parents scold her for mocking his brother’s illness and insist she get dressed for school.

  Ferris talks to the audience about a dream he just had about the same mysterious figure from his sister’s dream before sharing his rules for avoiding school by faking an illness. Some freshmen from the school begin talking about the mysterious dreams and injuries that the school’s rumor mill claims Ferris has suffered. When one of them calls to check up on Ferris, he realizes he’s not the only one having the dream so he calls his best friend Cameron who is actually sick to pick him up so they can go to a sleep clinic. Cameron also scams the school into letting Ferris’ girlfriend Sloane out of school by pretending to be her father. They leave the car with two parking garage attendants who take it out for a joyride.

  Ferris convinces Cameron to let him drive his father’s super rare 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California for their impromptu day off so they can pick up Sloane without anyone recognizing them. The three fall asleep at the clinic where Ferris dreams about the mysterious figure again and wakes up just as he attacks him. His injuries in the dream are transferred to the real world along with the figure’s Fedora hat which has a tag on the inside revealing his name: Freddy Krueger. Ferris makes it back home in time for his father to call and he confronts him about Freddy. Ferris’s dad breaks down and tells him about the man in his dream who was the high school’s evil vice principal. Years ago, the parents killed Vice Principal Krueger in a warehouse for flunking so many of their children for unfair truancy punishments.

  Ferris and his friends figure the best way to avoid Freddy is to stay awake for the entire day so they venture to downtown Chicago to a fancy restaurant where they scam a free meal out of a snooty maitre-d, the Art Institute of Chicago’s art museum and a Cubs game where the Cubs’ poor performance almost puts them to sleep. They realize they need to confront him assuming that the vice principal pursuing him for skipping school is real.

  Freddy tracks down Ferris to his home where he thinks he’s hiding out during his “day off” to kill him for skipping school and breaks into Ferris’ house losing his shoes in the muddy lawn in the backyard. He’s fooled by one of the booby traps Ferris set for him consisting of a mannequin in his bed that rolls over when he peeks through the door and a snoring sound effect played on a loop in Ferris’ synthesizer. Freddy also encounters the family’s attack dog who chases him out of the house.

  Ferris, Cameron and Sloane get the car back where they realize the mileage is different from the one that Cameron’s emotionally abusive father will definitely notice. They try running the car in reverse to push back the mileage but when it doesn’t work, the usually depressed and emotionally repressed Cameron starts kicking it before realizing that he needs to confront his dad. Freddy catches them skipping school and is about to drop the boom on them by stabbing and then expelling them from school when Cameron leans on the car causing it to run Freddy over through a window and into a ravine beneath the house. The three stare at the heap in horror.

  Suddenly, Ferris wakes up and realizes the whole adventure was just a dream. He’s greeted by his parents who’ve just returned home to check on him. He hears the distinctive horn of the Ferrari outside and tells them he is feeling better and would like to join his friends for their afternoon “study group.” Ferris joins Cameron and Sloane in the red Ferrari as the doors lock and the windows roll up of their own accord. The convertible roof closes on top of them showing the same red and green pattern as Freddy’s sweater. Freddy’s unmistakable laughter can be heard as they are driven away screaming in terror. Ferris’ parents wave goodbye to the kids from their doorstep as Freddy violently yanks them through the mailslot.

Do The Right The Thing

A UFO crashes into the street of Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn on the hottest days of the summer. Mookie, an undriven pizza delivery man for Sal’s Pizza run by an Italian family, starts his day greeting his family and various members of the neighborhood. A stray dog that doesn’t appear to be one belonging to anyone in the neighborhood runs past him as a helicopter crashes in the background. Sal takes in the dog who Mookie finds creepy and unnerving for some reason. Mookie’s sent on a delivery to a nearby neighborhood only to discover that the entire neighborhood has been demolished and abandoned. He also discovers a large block of melting ice that appears to have been thawed out from the inside.

  Mookie returns to the pizzeria to discover that the dog had eaten and assimilated some of the other neighborhood dogs. Sal and Mookie realize the dog had been around for most of the dog and could have made a copy of one of the neighborhood residents. Mookie’s friend Buggin’ Out shows up announcing that he’s starting a boycott of Sal’s for taking in the dog and creating the rising tension in the neighborhood. He gets support from the boombox toting Radio Raheem and Smiley.

  Later that night, Radio Raheem and Buggin’ Out confront Sal in his restaurant forcing him to reveal if he’s an alien by blasting Public Enemy on a boombox. He insists that they give him some of his blood so they can apply heat to it to see how it will react. Sal loses his temper and smashes the boombox with a baseball bat. Radio Raheem and Sal begin to fight in a struggle that spills into the street. Two police officers break up the fight and unfairly target Radio Raheem and kill him in front of a full crowd while trying to apprehend him. They flee the scene with Raheem’s body while the crowd confronts Sal who begins to shake until his head splits open in the shape of a giant claw that engulfs Buggin’ Out. The crowd forces Sal into his restaurant and things get violent when Mookie tosses a trash can containing a loaded stick of dynamite into the pizzeria burning it to the ground presumably with the alien creature still inside of it. Mookie shows up the next day to the smoldering remains of the building where he meets Smiley neither of whom know if the other has been assimilated by the alien creature.

Revenge of the Scanners

Lewis and Gilbert, two nerdy friends who have a unique ability to make people’s heads explode using telekinesis, are about to attend their first day of college. They soon realize that the college’s football team rules over the campus through intimidation and bullying. The two get a dorm room together but are thrown out when the team’s frat house burns down during a drunken party. Lewis and Gilbert explode the heads of the entire football team and their overbearing coach.

  80s Movies Mash-Up was originally published on Weekly Humorist

#1980s #80s #funny #mashup #movies

[lookiemyonlinediary]

who

I was born on sunny midday to infamous high school lovers. My first two names were given to me by my godmother and the bible. I am this couple’s first daughter and was raised in a small village in our hometown.

Having parents younger than most kids of my age, I grew up joining beauty pageants because my parents had the time, effort and energy for it. Now, I do not want to think of myself as an untalented child as that is very degrading, but in every talent portion, all I could offer was modeling (excuse yourself, Kendall Jenner). But you know, it was cool. So, whatever.

Although it was not a bad thing and has not been an insecurity (because why would it be?) of mine, strutting on the runway and looking pretty are not the sole elements a young girl should possess and have knowledge of. *hair flip* I recollect memories of being stuck in traffic because of the rain while we were on our way for a VTR of a shampoo commercial. Yes, that is right. My parents also tried to test out my acting skills. I became their little Barbie doll for quite some time. I have fond memories of waking up late at night seeing my mother and father make costume and props for me. It is still one of my beloved memories as a child. The various pieces of cloth, sequins, and glitters stashed in our living room were always a pleasant view for me because those were the days that my parents were still together.

I was seven-years-old and it was New Year's Eve when my father and I had "the talk." We were in the dining area of my grandparent's house on my mother's side; it was while the whole family was having their Media Noche at the terrace, it was while I was hearing the sound of fireworks and merry laughter of people outside the house. I sat there on his lap not knowing what to say. It was a mere blank stare at a distant.

Unfortunately, my younger brother who arrived three years later after I was born was still not enough to keep their relationship together. I felt broken and shattered but there was nothing that I could do as I do not hold the lives of my parents. They are individuals as I. No one owns anyone. I do not own them nor do they own me. (I remember a similar line was spoken in the movie Out of Africa, 1986, I just cannot find an excerpt of it for the love of God)

At the age of seven, I obliged myself to constantly keep an open mind and endure the fact that I am unlike every other kid that I knew at that moment. It took some time and although I am not entirely sure how that seven-year-old girl managed it so well, I am just glad that she did.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" the principal of our school asked us on one of our daily discussions with her every week. She visits us in our classroom making sure we are all learning from our teachers. She has been really a second mother to me considering I have been studying in her school since I was in the nursery. "An astronaut!" I cheerfully answered. I heard it echo through the sea of voices saying, "I want to be a doctor!" A nurse!" "A teacher!" She noticed my answer and started to become concerned.

I kind of get it. I mean, a young girl in her first grade in a third-world country living in a small town without even having the technology that we have now, when did she even discover the word astronaut? "Your principal talked to me and said that you wanted to be an astronaut when you grow up. Why?" my mother asked. "It is because I want to travel through space!" And believe it or not but that is the truth. I have always been fascinated by clouds, skies, stars, and planets. I admire her paying attention to every single one of us and having awareness with our problems at home but no, I was not going through a psychological effect from my parent's separation. I did not want to travel through space because I wanted to be alone (although, maybe now I do.) *cue tears*

The revelation is, I was flustered to say that my actual aspiration in life is to be a cashier lady (right?!) as all of the other kids were speaking up about big careers so, you know? I knew I just had to level up my answer. I cannot be the poorest aspiring bitch in the class.

I started my first schooling years in that specific school located in our village. Alongside having medals for academics, I also have awards at home for winning declamation contests and beauty pageants. I was hailed as the first Queen of Hearts of our school. Everything was great for my little life until the day came that I had to transfer to a wholly different school.

It was when I was about to enter the fourth grade in elementary that I had to shift because my school only happen to provide education for until third grade. My parents decided it was time for me to grow out of my comfort zone so they put me in a school that is a tad far away from home. I remember being timid and discouraged because I grew up in a school where the floor had tiles, the rooms had air-conditioners, and the bathrooms had light bulbs. I was not a little princess anymore. Everything good has vanished since then. It was the start of a new chapter of my life. My fairytale story ended right there because it is where I first encountered bullies.

The school I transferred to was small and although it attempted to acquire some charming and genuinely admirable teachers, it was filled with the horrors of students who do not bathe regularly and seem to be more than happy to use offensive words on an everyday basis. No, I was not transferred to a public school. My parents were still paying a heavy amount of money for that Christian school and Lord is my witness with how disgusted I was.

I was not only bullied (and punched, too) by a boy who has never seen a toothbrush in his entire existence on Earth but also by an old teacher who says "pee-cha pay" instead of "pizza pie" and gets deranged every single time for no reason at all. She was the first teacher to shame me in class for my body and also the first person who screamed cuss words at us at the top of her lungs. Aside from having a mother who is at work most of the time, a father who resides in Manila and no one to talk to about my problems at school, I started writing in my diary and pouring all my emotions in it. One day, my mom read it and she became furious that she threw it at me because she cannot accept the reality that her baby girl is starting to bear the brutality of the world and no mother was found during those instants. Since then I have not written any poem nor essay about my sentiments because I am still fearful that people will look at me uncomfortably once they see me from a different perspective. It was at that phase of my life that I had no outlet for my emotions and all I could think of was how to escape from my self.

It was hell not only at home but also at school. After a year, I learned to settle as my focus was moved onto a different matter. I had crushes, boys had crushes on me, boys from the upper grade had crushes on me and then the prettiest girl in the classroom decided to make me her best friend as she was starting to get insecure with the attention I was getting. She unquestionably failed to make me her shadow as I gracefully stood there with medals delivering our graduation speech. I was a salutatorian with a new best friend, a keen suitor and an amazing friendship with our adviser.

If my elementary years were a rollercoaster ride, my high school life can be characterized as a painfully awkward bad romantic-comedy film yet with satire humor. It was a huge insulting mess.

I started my first year in high school at an academy. Just like any other freshmen, I was excited to finally live up to my Glee and High School Musical fantasies. Sadly for me, I was thirteen and those fictional characters were not. I cannot get pregnant with a football player and ask people what time is it. I joined the English club and continued with my artistry in acting. I also wrote poems and composed songs because my father granted me a guitar as a graduation gift.

Just as my life was going well, our school principal abruptly decided to mix students with better grades among the "rotten tomatoes." Also, these are not my own words, that is how he called them. So then as fate decided it, I am going to spend my year in a class with one of those rotten tomatoes a.k.a. my old best friend from elementary. I tried to have a decent friendship with her since I am by nature a good person but then I do not know how her mother raised her as she cold-heartedly betrayed me, flirted with my crush, made the girl who despised me her new best friend and no, it does not end there, steal my brand new watch. I am still amazed at all the time she had. I was one of those students with inherent bad luck that got moved to their section. It is where all the evil students lurk. Luckily for me, I still had the best time of my life as I tried to tutor some of them at the same time associate my studies with boys and new found friends from that section. As regretful as it may sound, I guess I enjoyed their company way too much and by the end of the year, I found myself blending in by becoming a rotten tomato as well.

Onto my second year in high school, my parents decided to move me again because I was not on the honorable mention. I spent my sophomore year in a college school. It was 2012 and this is when my life turned upside down. This is when I became one of those white high school girls born from chick flicks in the 20th century that I have grown to watch on cable. I was thrilled to eventually enter a school that is larger than life and farther from home. I finally became a stereotype.

I became free; too free that I started cutting classes just to hang out with friends. Too free that I adequately used my phone inside the classroom and had to get my grandmother to school every time I get in trouble. Too free that I had extreme fights because of nasty boys. I represented our section for Miss Earth and embarrassed myself by not knowing the lyrics nor the chords to the song I was singing (although I won Miss Photogenic.) I was not a rebel nor a cool kid. I just hated everyone and had frequent arguments with my mother. I met a lot of sexually active fourteen-year-olds. I had major counseling from our adviser.  I had sexual and paranormal experiences at school and for the first time in my life, I received a failing grade. I was 72 in Algebra and I fainted when I told my mother about the bad news.

On my junior year, it was time for me to repent. I knew what I have done and now they are transferring me to a school that is embarrassingly smaller than my friend's house. #Shook is an understatement for what I have felt. Again, I was moved from one section to another. This time I was from the rotten tomatoes. Our History teacher felt pity toward her three new pretty students that she decided to adopt us onto her star section. It was another year of adjustment and God knew how mentally and physically tired I was. The only good thing that happened that year was my consistency of a considerable grade and so my parents made me stay there for the senior year.

My last two years in high school went like a harsh breeze. I fought with someone (as usual.) I was asked to prom. I had a teacher aiming to me pull me down on his level (until this day, I still have no idea why he hates me for wearing my hair in a bun.) I was perfecting quizzes again and I managed to have a steady high grade. I graduated peacefully with no zygote in my womb and it was time for me to pack my bags and finally move to the city with my father.

As someone who grew up in a city within a province, the real city overwhelmed me. Catcallers are scattered everywhere. Smoke-belching vehicles and smokers do not take consideration of your life. Backpacks are not backpacks anymore since it is placed on your chest to avoid thieves and perverts. And a jeepney can lull its passengers to sleep because of this infamous traffic in a specific avenue.

I was ready to enter either this college or that university except I have my father who wants me to enter the university he went to. And to state the obvious, I failed. I took another entrance exam for this other university only because my father said it is the second-best of what he wanted and also that he will buy me a car. No, he did not. And no, it was not the second-best.

My whole life my parents tried to protect me and made sure I am safe and comfortable so I was provided with school service. You do not get any of that once you are in a university.

My first two semesters in our college I Iearned how to drink, party and go home at six in the morning while writing love letters to my crush who is an activist including becoming a consistent Dean's Lister. The next two semesters, I learned that the subjects are not getting easier, and the professors are only getting feistier. I fully shut down and resided in a dark place on my mind for the whole year. I was at that stage that I did not know who I was or who I wanted to be. I was scared. I was forcing myself to figure out who I am before I turn eighteen because I am frightened to go older each year and not see the life I envisioned for myself. I joined a mass organization to have a new light in my life. A musical play that I starred in also freed me from my mind during that phase. Life is not getting easier and I wish I could still simply say that I want to be an astronaut so that I could travel through space. Now, I am currently in my third year of college. I recently just finished an extensive workshop on theater arts and I am more inclined now to know the lives of the masses and the struggles of being a woman in a patriarchal society.

Cruel people can prowl anywhere. Bad memories are inevitable. I welcome sadness with a big hug and accept defeat with honor. And although I am only dancing to melancholia, the Universe has still chosen this sperm with an X chromosome to see what beautiful madness the world is. I ought to seize it.

[motherlifesucher-archives]

Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”

You could hear the screams of your boyfriend’s fans on the hotel room.

You admired his profile as he carefully typed a response to his manager or someone. Of course the fans didn’t have any idea that you were on bed with the boy of their dreams, though there had been some rumors, there wasn’t pictures or messages that could prove you were a couple.

Or at least until that day.

“God, I wish we could go hiking or something.” you said getting up from the bed and walking around the room.

“Maybe we can figure something out, we still have two more days, and I don’t plan on spending them here.” Shawn chuckled, leaving his phone on the bedside table.

“There are a lot of fans there.” you pointed out as you walked closer to the window.

“Don’t get too close, you never know if they have cameras with good lens or anything.”

“We are literally on the last floor, I doubt it.” you said before going back to your boyfriend.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he chuckled as he circled his arms around your waist. “What’s your schedule for next week?” he asked and you let out a deep breath.

“James Corden, and some radio interviews…” 

“I’m going to miss you, four days isn’t enough.” Shawn said leaving a trail of kisses from your forehead to your lips, making you giggle.

“Well, my promo days will be over in a couple of weeks, then I’ll be able to keep you some company, and when my tour starts you’ll have more free days so I think we’ll be just fine.” you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Sometimes I want to take a microphone and tell everyone that you’re my girlfriend, I want boys to stop hitting on you and trying to get your attention, and let them know that you’re mine, but then we’re here, just the both of us and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Shawn confessed.

You smiled and pecked his lips. “Only time will tell, let’s enjoy each other right now.”

You were on the side of the stage with Shawn’s team as he performed. You couldn’t erase the smile that formed on your lips until you felt your phone vibrating; you decided to ignore it at first but it wouldn’t budge. Silently complaining you picked up and saw your manager’s name on the screen, which couldn’t mean good news.

“Hello? I’m at a concert so I can’t really hear you.”

“I know you’re in the middle of a concert, and that you were on Shawn’s room.”

“What?” you said slightly panicking.

“Someone got pictures of you hanging on Shawn’s room, and now as we’re talking people are taking pictures of you and posting them. You and Shawn are trending topic on Twitter right now.”

“You’re kidding.” you said out of breath.

“Secret’s out.”

“So, tonight we have the amazing (y/n) with us!” James Corden presented you.

You greeted everyone before taking a seat. “Thank you so much for having me!”

“You know you’re one of my favorite guests, we love you here.” James sincerely said, making your smile grow.

“Oh, you’re so sweet! and I love everyone here, you always make me feel so welcome so thank you!”

“Well… Since we have such a good relationship, how about you answer me some questions.” James said with a mischievous glint on his eyes.

“That’s what we are here for, aren’t we?” you said rubbing your hands together.

“How’s your life been?” James asked and you arched an eyebrow, expecting a more personal question.

“It’s been good! Very busy, but I’m very happy with everything that’s going on right now.”

“Have you been traveling a lot?” he asked and you had to control every muscle on your face because you had just discovered where was this going.

“Just the usual,” you shrugged.

“I’m asking because I came across some very interesting pictures of yourself in a hotel in Japan, with some very interesting companion.”

“Tokyo is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, I was around and had to pay a quick visit.” you smiled trying to get past the obvious subject.

“And you just happened to be there, on the same hotel room as Shawn Mendes, and you just happened to be on the side of the stage as he performed…” James said and the audience whistled.

You could feel your cheeks heating up. “We are very good friends, he’s an incredibly talented guy.”

“Oh, so you know about his talents…” he said raising his eyebrows suggestively, and by now you were sure your cheeks were red as a tomato.

“Of course I do, just as the rest of the world!” you said hiding your face between your hands.

“You seem pretty nervous there, my friend.” James said finding it hilarious.

“You are putting me on the spot, stop it!” you said laughing, though you really wanted the interview to be over.

“Well, then come here with me to play one of my favorite games…” James announced standing up.

“Oh, please don’t say it.” you said even though you knew what was coming.

“This is ‘Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts’ with (y/n) (y/l/n)!”

So much for a quiet week.

You found yourself at Shawn’s apartment in New York, it was heavily raining outside while Modern Family was playing on the tv. You didn’t notice when Shawn appeared from behind and started reading, what you later assumed, was an article.

“Pop sensations Shawn Mendes and (y/n) (y/l/n) seem to be Hollywood’s latest couple. After been spotted several times together, it’s obvious to everyone that they are an item, even if they haven’t said a word about their status. It’s impossible to not recall the early stages of power couples like Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber, or Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens. What are they waiting for to confirm their love?” Shawn finished reading as he showed you different photos of the two of you hanging out.

You sighed. “We knew this was going to happen eventually.”

“Yeah, but I just don’t want the media to ruin this… It’s been the most amazing six months, and I really don’t want them to screw it up.” he said ruffling his hair.

You motioned for him to come over you, he sighed and placed his back against your chest. “Baby, they’re not going to ruin what we have. Nothing’s going to change, maybe it’s going to be for the better that people know.” you said playing with his curls.

Shawn stayed silent for a moment before speaking up: “Let’s go together to the AMAs.”

Your eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting that. “What?”

“Let’s be each other’s date… That way we won’t have to say anything, we’ll just take pictures and look cute.” 

“What is Andrew going to say? and, God, what is Andrea gonna say?” you said naming both of your managers.

“I think they can deal with it.” he kissed your lips softly.

You spent some time kissing and feeling each other until you fixed your eyes on his.

“I think I love you.” you said quietly.

“I don’t think I do…” he paused. “I’m a hundred percent sure I’m ridiculously in love with you.” 

And that was all both you and Shawn needed to hear to be alright.

Silence filled the car as you approached the theater where the AMAs were being held.

Shawn held your hand tightly on his while drawing circles with his thumb, yet that didn’t seem to calm either of you down. 

“You look beautiful.” Shawn said quietly.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Thanks. You look so hot I don’t think I can deal with it.” 

“We’ll be okay, don’t worry about it.” Shawn assured you.

“Do you think we can go to McDonald’s or something after the show?” You said looking up at him.

Shawn let out a deep laugh. “Whatever makes you happy, babe.”

“Good.” you said giving him your best smile.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Shawn whispered as you could sense that you were getting closer to the place.

“We’ll have plenty of time tonight.” you said placing your hand on his thigh.

“Oh, don’t even doubt it.”

The car came to a stop. You stood there for good five minutes until someone opened the door for you. Shawn got out first and stretched his hand for you to take it. The flashes were blinding, but you still managed to fix your dress and hair.

A woman approached the both of you and said she was going to be guiding you. You first stopped to take some pictures while ignoring the questions that were being shout at you. 

Shawn interlocked your fingers as you entered the red carpet, posing for the cameras. At first you only smiled, but then noticed Shawn was laughing softly, which made you hide your face on the crook of his neck, which made the paparazzi go crazy as you tried to hide your blushed cheeks.

You were finally reaching the end of the carpet when you felt Shawn’s hand stop on your lower back before pressing his lips to your cheek. 

You were finally out of the woods, and you had never felt better.

Shawn was getting the last instructions before he heard Ellen DeGeneres present him. He put on his best smile and walked to the studio, greeted the host and the audience before taking a seat.

“So… A lot of things have been going on with you recently.” Ellen said and he nodded. “We had you on the show last year, and I have a question that’s been killing me…” Ellen said with a cheeky expression.

“Well, I’m here now so you can ask whatever you want.” he said rolling up his sleeves.

“We had you playing Who’d You Rather, and a few months later you confirmed your relationship with the winner that was the one and only, (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“That’s right.” 

“When you chose her, were you already dating?” Ellen asked and the audience whistled.

Shawn smiled and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “We had just started seeing each other.” he answered truthfully.

“And how is the relationship going? I understand you two are living together?” Ellen asked and Shawn nodded.

“We decided to move in together a couple of months ago, and that’s a huge step, but we are just so sure of our relation and the love we have for each other that it felt like it was the right thing to do.” Shawn answered and everyone aw-ed.

“That’s so sweet,” Ellen complimented. “You two look really good together.” she said and several pictures of the both of you appeared.

“Thank you,” Shawn said with a smile. “She’s an incredible girl, and I’m just lucky to have her in my life.” he answered trying not to say too much.

“I really hope to hear from you very soon. Shawn Mendes everybody!.”

Nine Months Later.

“Shawn, I’ve been calling you the entire day. I was worried.” you said to him once he entered your shared apartment.

“I was out with the boys, don’t sweat it.”

“You know I enjoy it when you go out with the boys, I just wish you’d let me know so I wouldn’t be worrying about you.” you said keeping your voice low.

“You don’t have to worry about me, (y/n). God, you sound like my mother.” he said walking to the kitchen.

You sighed and shook your head before walking to your bedroom.

-

“Shawn Mendes cheating on (y/n)? After two years of being together, it looks like Hollywood’s favorite couple is falling apart. Shawn Mendes was seen leaving a very all-known club in Hollywood with the one and only, Camila Cabello while his girlfriend is in Europe promoting her latest album. Is this the end for the love birds?” you finished reading one of the hundreds of articles that were online.

You tried to control your tears as pictures of Shawn and Camila filled your timeline. You didn’t know if you were angry or sad, but of course you couldn’t just ignore the way your boyfriend’s hand was on her waist as he guided her through the crowd of fans and reporters while you were eon the other side of the world.

Your team had been trying to cheer you up the entire day. You hadn’t been able to catch any sleep and it was already time to head to the airport, and Shawn hadn’t texted or called.

You were talking with some people of your team as you waited on the line for passport control when your phone started vibrating. You picked it up and saw your boyfriend’s name on the screen. The team’s eyes where on you as you sighed and picked up.

“Hey, I’m kind of busy.” you answered dryly.

“Whoa, babe. I was calling because I missed you.” he said and you could feel the angry tears forming on the corner of your eyes.

“You miss me now that you’re alone, or what?” you said harshly and could picture him frowning.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not saying you’re cheating on me or anything, but forgive me if I’m angry that there are photos of my boyfriend with another girl flooding the internet.”

“You can’t be serious.” Shawn said on disbelief. 

“No, you can’t be serious! You don’t call me on three fucking days and expect me to be all cheerful after all I’ve been receiving lately are pictures of you with other girls, and all I’ve heard is people saying my boyfriend of two years is cheating on me!” you said raising your voice and noticed your team gathered around you so it wouldn’t draw much attention.

“You’re acting crazy, stop being a drama queen.”

At this point the tears were running freely down your cheeks. “I’m so done with you, Shawn. and I mean it.”

“Break up with me, then.”

“You know what? Maybe I will.” you said and cut the call.

Soon you felt several arms engulfing you in hugs and drying your tears.

-

Three weeks later you had arrived at your shared apartment with Shawn.

You didn’t want to come in at first. 

Everyone had assumed you had broken up, and to be honest, you weren’t very sure if you were still together since you hadn’t spoken to him in three weeks.

You left your suitcase on the living room and in a matter of seconds Shawn appeared.

“You’re back.” he said on whisper.

“Yeah… I thought you were in LA.”

“Oh, the interview got cancelled…” he said looking a bit disappointed. “Why? You didn’t want to see me?” 

“I’m not very sure.” you confessed.

“Baby…” he said taking a step towards you. “I’m so sorry. Nothing happened between Camila and I, or any of the other girls on the pictures for that matter. You’re the only one I love, and I’m sorry if I made you doubt that, but please don’t leave me.” he said and his voice cracked while his eyes welled up.

That was all it took for you to wrap his arms around him and mix his lips with yours.

-

Three weeks had passed since you had come back to your home and your friends decided to have a girls night at a fancy restaurant, and you happened to cross paths with Nick Jonas and some of his friends. 

You greeted each other and after some talking, you decided to join their table and enjoy the night together.

Of course there was paparazzi waiting for you outside. Your friends left the restaurant first and walked to the car, meanwhile you and Nick were the last to leave, and paparazzi seemed to love the fact that they were going to have some juicy pictures on their power, even if they meant nothing.

“I hope the pictures don’t get you much trouble.” Nick told you as you said your goodbyes.

“Don’t worry about it. We had an incredible night, I hope to see you soon!”

“Thanks, you too.” and with that he disappeared on his car.

You got inside the car where your friends where waiting for you. You opened your phone and decided to text Shawn immediately to avoid trouble.

‘Hey, there might be some pictures of me with Nick, and some other people, don’t pay attention to them! Love you! xx.’

It didn’t take longer than five minutes for Shawn to respond.

‘Not pay attention to them? You realize that everything about this text is wrong, right?’

You sighed and closed your eyes. Something clearly wasn’t working, but you didn’t want to admit it out loud.

-

You and Shawn had been fighting all week, but you had an event to attend together and you didn’t have much of a choice but to put on your best smiles and try to make people not notice that nothing on your relationship was working.

You wanted to cry as you both took a seat on your assigned table. You didn’t even bother to look at who was going to seat next to you as Shawn was engrossed on a conversation with a middle-aged woman and her famous husband.

Two boys came to the table and greeted everyone, the only empty seat was the one next to you, and in a couple of minutes a flushed Justin Bieber appeared.

“Sorry, I’m late. Traffic.” he apologized as he waved his hand.

“It’s okay, nothing very interesting has happened.” you said and Justin looked at you.

“Hey, but if it isn’t (y/n) (y/l/n)! I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time, but we never seem to cross paths.” he said and you were surprised, to say the least.

“The feeling is mutual.” you said and thanked that the room was dark, otherwise he would’ve noticed the light red on your cheeks.

“Hey mate, it’s been a while.” Shawn said for what it felt like the first time in days for you.

“Oh, I hadn’t seen you! My bad.” Justin said shaking hands with Shawn.

Shawn’s hand didn’t leave your thigh for the rest of the night, but that didn’t stop you from laughing with Justin the entire night, and you hated to admit that it felt like the first time you were having a genuine laugh for weeks. You could feel the cameras on you every time Justin cracked a joke, and you were sure people could notice Shawn’s discomfort but at this point you couldn’t careless, you were feeling happy for the first time months, and you didn’t want it to stop.

“God, I didn’t think I was going to have such an amazing time tonight!” Justin said when the event was over. “We have to meet each other again. Here, let me give you my number.”

You could feel Shawn practically shaking with rage behind you, but you couldn’t suppress the smile as Justin said goodbye and left with the boys he had come with.

Shawn didn’t say a word the entire ride home, and you didn’t want to break the silence to be honest. You were unzipping your dress when Shawn appeared from behind you.

“What the fuck happened tonight?” Shawn asked frustrated.

“Sorry?” you said at his tone.

“I said, what the fuck happened tonight that you flirted with him in front of me!” Shawn said fuming with rage.

“Don’t yell at me.”you said not raising your voice. “and I hardly think he was flirting with me so calm down.”

“I’ll yell if I fucking want to! Because what you did tonight was low! and maybe he wasn’t flirting with you, but you were!”

“Oh, what I did tonight? How about the fact that you haven’t paid attention to me in weeks, and I’ve been feeling like crap because somewhere along the way you stopped caring for me or whatever!”

“Don’t play victim, (y/n) because I swear to God…”

“I felt happy for the first time in weeks today, Shawn. And I’m sorry, but this is not working.” you said emphasizing with your hands.

“Oh, so your taking the easy way out. Blaming me for everything that’s going on.”

“I’m not blaming you, Shawn. I’m blaming us! This is not healthy, and you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed that!” you said with your eyes full of tears as Shawn refused to look at you.

“I love you, this is just a rough patch.” he muttered.

“Is it? Because it doesn’t feel right to me, no matter how much I love you.” you confessed and Shawn took a deep breath.

“So what? You’re going to leave me?” he said and you were surprised that you were able to hear him.

“I think we should take a break.” you told him and noticed all the air leave his lungs.

“Okay, then…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Just… tell me if this is forever, or just temporary, please.”

“I don’t know, but don’t make this harder, please.”

“Text me when you’re not here so I can pick up my things, or I’ll send someone… I’ll figure something out.”

Those were the last words that left his mouth before slamming the door.

“Shawn, it’s full of paparazzi outside, and I don’t think they’ll be nice.” Andrew told Shawn who was staring at the wall.

Pictures of you with the one and only Justin Bieber had appeared on the internet, and though you weren’t holding hands or anything, everybody knew what that meant. 

Shawn noticed the way he guided you through the crowd with his hand on your waist, just like he did.

Shawn noticed the smile on your face as you watched him perform from the side stage, just like you had with him.

Shawn noticed the way Justin blushed when he was asked about you, just like he did when you were brought up in an interview.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes before speaking: “Let’s go.” he said getting up and earning pity glares from everyone in the room, and he couldn’t stand it.

He walked outside and soon was blinded by the camera flashes;

‘Shawn, is it true that you cheated on (y/n) with Camila?’

‘Shawn, is it true that (y/n) had an abortion and that’s why you broke up?’

Just a few more steps, Shawn thought. A few more steps and I’ll be inside the car.

Just when he reached the black SUV, he heard the worst question:

‘How does it feel to know that the whore of your girlfriend is now fucking Bieber?’

He didn’t have control of his body as he walked to the reporter.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he was ready to punch the guy. “What the fuck did you just say?! Repeat it, come on!” he shouted but soon felt two arms dragging him away.

“Man, not now. Come on.” he heard Geoff’s voice.

“You know I’m telling the truth!” the paparazzi shouted, enjoying the reaction he had gotten.

“Shut the fuck up or I’m going to beat the hell out of you!” Shawn yelled as he saw the reporter laugh.

“Shawn! Enough!” Andrew said and got him inside the car.

He felt the car moving and he couldn’t control the tears.

-

Six Months Later

“Justin Bieber and (y/n) (y/l/n) were captured sharing kisses and hugs in a yacht in Miami with their closest friends and even family. It looks like after Selena Gomez and Abel Tesfaye confirmed their relationship, Justin Bieber and (y/n) decided to do the same, leaving Shawn Mendes the only harmed in this complicated situation, after he and teen sensation broke their relationship of two years.” Shawn read on his phone while he was lying on his hotel room in Japan.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. He had been in this very same hotel room with her, and they were happy. He never imagined it was going to end the way it did.

He opened your Instagram account and noticed there weren’t pictures of you and him, but he knew you liked to leave little clues, and that clue was a photo of you with a small silky terrier on a yacht, he opened and saw the caption “ @estherthecutie is the cutest thing in the world.” and the comments were filled with messages like “she is the cutest or her dad is the cutest?”, “how could you leave Shawn smh you stupid bitch”, “what a fame whore”, “I thought you and Shawn were perfect but you and Justin are just way better.”

He wanted to throw his phone against the wall and see it break into a thousand pieces, but he still had some sense on his mind… or so he thought before he found himself dialing the number he knew by heart. 

Five rings later, he was able to hear her beautiful voice.

“Hello?” 

“(Y/N), hey… It’s Shawn.” he said and he felt like he couldn’t breath.

“I know… Is everything okay?” 

“Why him?” he asked on the verge of tears, again.

“Shawn...”

“No… Please tell me what is it that he has that I don’t. How come he is making you smile and I’m not?” his voice broke.

“Shawn, please don’t do this…”

“I love you, and you took my heart and threw it away like it meant nothing.”

“You know I never wanted to hurt you...” you said through the phone, and Shawn knew your words were genuine.

“But you did!” he raised his voice. “Dammit, you took something from me and I don’t know how to get it back! I need you.”

“You don’t, Shawn. You can be happy without me, you have to be happy. You deserve it, please don’t do this to yourself.”

Shawn released a bitter chuckle. “It’s so easy for you to say, with your perfect new boyfriend who takes you on vacation and lets you babysit his dog.”

“Shawn, I’m going to hang up now.”

“Does he make you happy?” he asked.

“You don’t have to do this.” you insisted.

“I need to know, so I can move on… Does he make you happy? Does he treat you well?”

You sighed before answering: “Yes, he makes me very happy.”

“Okay, then… Goodbye, (y/n).”

and with that he cut the call.

and it felt like he could breath again, like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

You were keeping Justin company on the South American leg of his tour.

You had gone hiking in Chile, and now you had been chilling on the beaches of Rio, and now you were driving somewhere in Brazil. it was a deserted road, but the air hitting your skin made you feel complete as you heard your boyfriend singing the words of a song that was playing on a random Brazilian radio station.

He had his hand on your thigh as he hummed to the song. Then someone started speaking in Portuguese, which made you chuckle because you couldn’t understand much, but then the chords to a very known song started playing.

I won’t lie to you

I know he’s just not right for you

Justin chuckled before asking. “Should we change it?”

“No, it’s okay.” you laughed.

Shawn’s voice filled the car, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The song came to an end but in a matter of seconds the song It Ain’t Me started playing, and this time none of you could contain the giggles escaping your lips.

“You have to be kidding me, oh my God.” Justin laughed, throwing his head back.

“Turn it up,” you said, barely able to contain your laughter.

You just kept driving with the sunset on filling your view. The catchy beat was the only thing heard, and even when the song came to an end, neither you or Justin said something for a while.

“Can you treat me better than he can?” you asked Justin, making him stare at you.

“You’re kidding.” he asked laughing.

“Answer the question!” you said hitting his shoulder softly.

“I think I can manage to do that…” he answered jokingly. “What about you?”

“Sorry?”

“Are you going to rock me when the sun won’t let me sleep?” he asked you barely containing his giggles.

“I think I can work something out.” you answered before you both exploded in a fit of giggles.

“God, I love you so much.” Justin said placing his hand on your thigh.

and in that moment you knew you were okay, and you knew that he was going to be okay, too.

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Gender: Female

Origin: Hebrew

Meaning: Princess

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1. Meaning of the name "Sarah"

Means "lady, princess, noblewoman" in Hebrew. In the Old Testament, this is the name of the wife of Abraham, considered the matriarch of the Jewish people. She was barren until she was suddenly pregnant with Isaac at the age of 90.

Her name was originally Sarai, but God changed it at the same time that Abraham's name was changed (see Genesis 17: 15). In England, Sarah was used after the Protestant Reformation. It was consistently popular in the 20th century throughout the English-speaking world, reaching the top of the charts for England and Wales in the 1970s and 80s.

Notable celebrities include Sarah Churchill (1660-1744), an influential British duchess and close friend of Queen Anne, and French actress Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923).

2. Top 3 Famous Person Named Sarah

Sarah Jessica Parker:

Sarah Jessica Parker (born March 25, 1965) is an American actress, film producer, and fashion designer. She is best known for starring Carrie Bradshaw in the HBO television series Sex and the City (1998–2004).

The film earned Sarah two Emmy awards: one in the Outstanding Comedy Series (as a producer) category in 2001 and one in the Outstanding Leading Actress category in the 2004 comedy series.

She also won four Golden Globes: one for Best Actress in a comedy series and three for Best Actress. She continued to appear in the film version of the film, Sex and the City (2008) and Sex and the City 2 (2010).

Sarah Michelle Gellar:

After being discovered by a four-year-old agent in New York City, she made her first appearance in a movie produced for the television show An Invade of Privacy (1983).

Her television breakthrough came in 1993, when she started playing the role of Kendall Hart in the daytime television drama ABC All My Children, winning the 1995 Emmy Day Award for Best Young Actress in a Series. TV series.

Gellar received widespread recognition for her portrayal of Buffy Summers on the WB series Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003).

Her most successful films at the box office are I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997), Scream 2 (1997), Cruel Intentions (1999), Scooby-Doo (2002), Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed (2004), and The Grudge (2004). She led the television series Ringer (2011 2015) and The Crazy Ones (2013 2015).

Sarah Palin:

Sarah Louise Heath Palin (IPA: [ˈpeɪlɨn]; born February 11, 1964) is the youngest governor and first female governor of Alaska. On August 29, 2008, she was chosen by Republican presidential candidate John McCain to run for the joint presidential election in the 2008 presidential election.

Ms. Palin, 45, was suddenly announced at her home in Wasila, Alaska, as the whole country prepares for Independence Day of July 4, 2009, to resign the Alaska Slope on July 26 and Deputy Governor Sean Parnell will take Alaska's leadership.

The governor and her staff kept her plans for the future a secret. It is not clear whether the former vice presidential candidate will step back to normal life or start building the foundation for the presidential election in 2012.

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Started off in the fighting pits and got 250 gold pieces out of it. Super stoked but now to bed, work comes early and cases are not going to detect themselves.

Case # pdooo963, the case of the stomped crops

Rp reported crops we're being tramples for the past 2 weeks in the middle of the night after rp went to bed. Made contact with rp, have the above info. Also has a wife, son and daughter in house. Rp gave 4 suspects to look Into.

Went to suspect #1 durlan who drinks all night long at the troll Slayer tavern beats his son. Motive could be his cows we're let out to pasture on rps land by his son, as a result his pigs we're given to rp. Also as a side note he was naked when I woke him and has a rather nice 8 inch 🍆. (I'll be hoping on that soon).

Suspect #2 kendall who was described as the RP rival in the olive growing business, was as it turns out a super decent guy who was away at magic city for the past 3 months. (Very pretty man)

Suspect#3 the brother castian, who hates his brother, had a strong motive due to his brother being left the family farm in a will after parents passed. Wife came home on something. She pulled a bag of white powder out of her bag, after testing at the police station it was booster (legal). She said her hubs snuck out at night a few times. Hmmmmm.

Suspect #4 was a former friend and romantic rival, who lost heto the RP. He holds no grudges and is in love with his wife, owner of the troll Slayer tavern, vouched for suspect #1.

A search of the farm gave up some spell residue around some crops and the scarecrow. Gave the residue to the station for further analysis. Stayed at the farm for a good old fashioned stakeout. At 2 am we were alerted to glowing red eyes and a moving scarecrow that was destroying the crops. Ren out to the scarecrow and after a bit of a battle the scarecrow was dead, with nothing found on the body but more of the same residue. A further search of the property wielded a mostly burnt book of erume'rauko. We then took the book to the arcane shop, mages 4 ages to see if we could get any info on the book. The book was full of animation spells and not something usually seen. The shopkeep remembered a young woman asking for ingredients that upon thinking about could have been used in a spell from the book. The shopkeep said the casters range was only about 60 feet. So with this info we went back to rps farm to talk to his daughter, she confessed to using the spell to help the crops grow bigger and better but something went wrong. (Mistake). The punisment for the crime of destroying crops is for the guilty party to be burned. My partner and I explained to the father what happened and what consequences she could face, he still wanted her to be arrested. Took her to the precinct, while my partner tried to get her out of this, first with the captain then going to the church. Time will tell if this little girl has to be burned for a mistake. *Case solved and closed* 

After work was done I went to the troll Slayer tavern and the owner have me 2 bottles of Elvin wine for free, I saw durlan (one of my suspects) and invited him for a drink and some fun in a room, we spent the night together. 🍆💦🍑

New day new case # h000030 the case of the murderous neighbor. Report of a neighbor seen murdering dog and parents.

Made contact with rp, little girl said a neighbor names Rio with some distinct star tattoos on his face murdered her dog, then murdered her parents with a 🔪. Parents were stabbed 58 times. My partner and I followed some bloody footprints to the neighbors house (prolly Rios house). I locked in the door as there was no answer, saw more blood on the floor and a bloody knife with 2 knives missing from the knife block. Followed more bloody foot prints to another neighbor and found another deceased woman with about 58 stab wounds on the floor, while investigating this one, we heard a scream and ran to the next house where a male subject was stabbing a female. My partner tackled him while I cuffed him (may have broken his wrist) the male suspect was identified as Rio by the star tattoos on his cheeks, his eyes were red and he was frothing at the mouth. Something was glowing under his shirt, as I removed his shirt I saw some sort of bug that looked like it was biting into his spinal cord. We rushed him to an apothacary called the boils and bubbles for help in removing said bug. We were able to get the bug removed but the perpetrator unfortunately died as a result of the bug pulling out some of his spinal cord. the bug was magically sealed into a jar and given to the guys at the lab for further analysis. (Side not to keep an eye on partner as her belife in the church seems a bit sketchy)

*Case solved and closed*

It was still early enough in the day to get to another case. The case of the missing husband, case #mp012985.

Rp reported her husband has been missing 4 days now, said he's a POS and never tells her where he is. This is not the first time he has gone missing. Rp was busy with business partner at her flower shop at time of disappearance, wife is not a suspect as of yet.

Searched husband's ledger and it looks like was in some major debt with several businesses, even borrowed from the church and not really Keen on paying the back. Went to the church and learned he was in about $5000 of debt. Mentioned Agatha's at the church and learned of that to be a brothel. (Well well well) headed to the brothel and was able to locate the missing husband, who came to speak to us wearing only a pair of shoes. (Side note, he's got a micro 🍆 only 3 inches, his poor wife and these poor girls). Explained his wife filed a missing persons case on him, he was upset and see yelling took place, we informed him to check in with his wife as things like this are not a police matter. We left it at that.

*Case solved and closed* 

What a long day, I went back to the troll Slayer tavern and found darlan there, we went up to our room for the night. 

Leveled up, woot woot.

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Time was definitely not on Robin’s side this early in the morning. She ended up getting to school late because her mom didn’t wake her up. So when she got to school she was at least an hour late to her English class. That was a big mistake big time because Mr. Hornback was always giving a lecture on always being on time. Which might as well be the punishment considering it was a total torture to hear him ramble on for at least fifteen minutes when it felt like two hours listening to him ramble. She managed to sneak pass behind him and sat down in her seat without him noticing. “Okay,” Mr. Hornback went on speaking. “Where were you?” Cassidy asked Robin. “Give me a minute i’ll write you a note,” Robin said to Cassidy. “You know what, Mr. Hornback, Robin was late for class,” Cassidy had selled out her friend. “Cassidy,” Robin squeled. Instead of lecturing Robin, Mr. Hornback got into his desk and had wrote a note. “From now on I’m not going to lecture you kids anymore,” Mr. Hornback started to say. Shawn Ricker shouted the word yes. Mr. Hornback had wrote another note. “From now on I will be writing strikes. Like in baseball. You get three strikes and you’re out. Then you will be definitely going to the principal’s office, Ms. White, Ms. Holler, and Mr. Ricker had just got their first strike,” Mr. Hornback had said. “So let’s turn our attention onto,” The bell had rung. Robin went over to her locker very annoyed with Cassidy. “Only three more days until summer break,” Cassidy said to Robin as she texted Ian her boyfriend. Robin closed her locker door. “Seriously Cass you’re not going to explain yourself,” Robin wondered. “What?” Cassidy said still texting her boyfriend. “Okay you know what?” Robin said as she grabbed Cassidy’s phone and raised it in the air. Robin was like six feet tall and Cassidy was like five feet and two inches tall so there was no way she could get her cell phone back. “Cassidy,” Ian said walking by. “Ian,” Cassidy said so glad to see him. They both gave each other a kiss. “Don’t you guys have a car for doing that?” Shawn had said walking towards Robin. Ian and Cassidy had just kept kissing. “Major display of affection. Yuck! So what are you doing with Cassidy’s phone?” Shawn asked Robin. “We’re fighting,” Robin said. “Yeah I kind of got that after the scene she had made in class,” Shawn said. “I did not make a scene. I just called her out because she said she wanted to fight. So what I meant to do was to get her put into the principal’s office. That way she can tell him what she said to me,” Cassidy had said. “I didn’t say that I wanted to fight. How did you hear those words from me?” Robin asked. “When we were in class and you whispered to me that you wanted to fight,” Cassidy said. “I did not say that I said I will write you a note because you asked me where I was,” Robin said frustrated with Cassidy. “Oh well that makes a difference,” Cassidy said. “What difference? Cassidy you do this all the time! I’m so sick and tired of it,” Robin said still holding Cassidy’s phone in the air. “I did nothing to you. I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Cassidy had said. “You do to,” Robin said. “Mean girl,” “Traitor,” “Okay let’s split the two of you up before Dr. Arnold sees us and puts us in detention,” Ian said. “Yeah we wouldn’t want to do that,” Shawn said. “Robin why don’t you go and give Cassidy back her phone,” Ian said. “Ugh!” Robin shrugged as she extended her arm sideways not even giving it an effort to give her phone back. So Ian went over to Robin to get back Cassidy’s phone out of Robin’s hand. Ian had then given Cassidy back her phone to her. After thirty seconds of silence the two girls had parted ways. Years before the scene this is how they both had made friends with another. One day in kindergarten a young girl named Kendall went up to a young Robin whom at the time wore her hair up in pig tails. Kendall had gotten scissors and started cutting Robin’s pig tails without her knowing it. Cassidy had came back from the bathroom and saw that Kendall was cutting Robin’s hair. “Mrs. O’Brady, Kendall is cutting that girl’s hair,” Cassidy pointed. Mrs. O’Brady had given Kendall a time out. “Excuse me but what’s your name?” Cassidy asked the girl. “My name is Robin,” Robin said. “Like the pretty bird,” Cassidy wondered. “Yes thank you,” Robin said. “That’s so cool,” Cassidy said. “What’s your name?” Robin asked. “Cassidy,” She said. “That’s a pretty name to,” Robin said. Ever since that day in kindergarten they had been inseparateable since. However over the years as they got to know each other Robin realized that Cassidy has always had a misunderstanding issue that she never really realized. It’s now their senior year and they both were excited about graduating. They were also excited about going to go to a three day trip to six flags. Robin knew Cassidy was going because Ian told Shawn so Shawn told Robin. Robin knew she had to make things right with Cassidy. So on Friday after school she went to Cassidy’s house. Ding. Dong. “I got it,” Cassidy said as she opened the door. “Oh it’s you I’m supposing you’re here to give my stuff back right?” Cassidy said in a certain tone. “Oh you’re still mad?” Robin asked realizing Cassidy was still bitter. “How could I not forget. You called me a liar,” Cassidy amgerly had said. “What? No I ...” Robin was about to say. Robin then had started to walk away. “Just answer me something Robin,” Cassidy went on. “What?” Robin said as she turned around to face Cassidy once again. “Why did you come here in the first place?” Cassidy said. “Because I wanted to be the bigger person. Then as opposed to somebody,” Robin said not holding back. “What does that supposed to mean?” Cassidy asked furious. “That you hold grudges. And that you’re a....” Robin was about to say. “Just say it that I’m a liar,” Cassidy yelled. “Well I was actually going to call you a mean girl but liar works to. Yep. Cassidy Holler is a total mean girl. There I said it,” Robin said to the entire neighborhood. “Oh yeah well you’re a bully. Bully with a capital B,” Cassidy said as she slammed the front door of her house. Robin couldn’t believe her ears. What Cassidy had said to her best friend had hurt so bad. It practically hit Robin in the stomach. It was like the wind had got knocked out of her. Robin ran home crying her eyes out. She told her mother everything. Three months later the two of them were on a bus to the hotel to where they were staying at. The two of them were in two separate buses so neither one of them knew the other was going. “Hey Michelle do you know if Robin is coming?” Paige asked her. Cassidy took off her headphones as she was hoping Michelle would say no. “Oh please no, oh please no,” Cassidy whispered as she closed her eyes hoping for the answer she wanted to hear. “I... I..... don’t know,” Michelle said. “Hey let’s ask Cassidy. Hey Cass, do you know if Robin is coming?” “I certainly hope not,” Cassidy said. “What’s with you? I thought you two were two peas and a pod,” Paige had wondered. “Nope. that witch is not my friend anymore,” Cassidy had said crossing her arms over her chest. “Hey Michelle,” A familiar voice had said. “Cassidy looked over her shoulder to see Shawn talking to Michelle. “I just got off the phone with her and she said she’s behind us on bus 10,” Shawn said. Cassidy couldn’t take it anymore so she grabbed her backpack and put her face onto it so she could scream as loud as she could. Luckily enough no one had heard her scream. That is until Shawn came over to her seat to sit down. “Having a hard day?” He asked her. “You think? And it’s all thanks to you. Thanks a lot Shawn,” “Hey don’t kill the messenger,” He said. Ding. Ian: Is she sitting next to you? Shawn: Yep. Ian: Great! I’m sitting next to Robin now. Shawn: Cool; Good thing Cassidy was looking out the window or else Shawn would be in deep water. “So what are you the most excited about Shawn asked Cassidy. “Huh?” Cassidy said snapping back into reality. “What are you the most excited about?” Shawn asked Cassidy. “Huh?” Cassidy said snapping back into reality again “What are you the most excited for?” He asked again. “Excuse me can I get everyone’s attention?” Dr. Henry the head principal had announced. Everyone was still talking. “Students,” He said still trying to get everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone listen up,” Dr. Henry had said. it still did not work. “Quiet!” Mitchel, the teacher’s pet had screamed. “There you go,” Mitchel had said. “Thank you,” Dr. Henry had started to say. “You know we could use him for all seven buses,” Mr. Hornback realized. “Anyway apparently the six flags park will.. wait hold on,” Dr. Henry had said. “Okay I just have been informed that the brand new ride won’t be opened until tomorrow so no one will be able to ride it today,” Dr. Henry had said. “Ugh!” All the male students expressed. “What new ride are they talking about?” Cassidy asked curious. She turned to Shawn hoping he would know. However, Cassidy had realized Shawn was sleeping. Chris seen it as an opportunity to mess with Shawn. So Chris had pinched Shawn’s nose. “Ah dude,” Shawn freaked out. “Ahaha,” Chris laughed. Cassidy was smiling she thought that Shawn was really sexy at the moment. “What are you looking at?” Shawn asked her. “You,” She said as she laid her head on Shawn’s shoulder. “I never seen you ever show interest in me until now. It’s a new side of you I like,” He said laying his head on top of her head. “Hey Cass,” Shawn said. “Yes,” She said looking up. Shawn leaned into Cassidy’s face until he was kissing her. They both kissed for thirty seconds until Shawn stopped. “I’m sorry we shouldn’t be doing this,” Shawn said. “Ian would kill me if,” “Shawn?” “Yeah,” “Ian and I broke up,” “When?” “Two months ago,” “Oh are you?” “Over it?” “Yeah,” “Yeah,” The two of them started kissing each other again. There was a sound that was loud enough that they both had stopped kissing to see who is was. It was the bus driver Jerry. “You know everyone had already got off the bus so I suggest the both of you kids to leave. Separately,” Jerry said. “Yes sir,” Shawn said. Shawn got up off the seat on the bus and had turned to look at Cassidy’s face. She had smiled at him He had smiled back. Once Shawn got off the bus he realized that Robin was standing right before him. “Hey Shawn,” She said with a huge smile on her face. She was blushing as she was flirting with him “Hey Robin i thought that you would be with everyone else in the hotel,” Shawn said looking behind him hoping Cassidy wouldn’t see that her ex best friend flirting with her new boyfriend. “Ian told me that you were on this bus. I want to wait for you,” Robin said in a girly way. “Robin are you okay because you don’t seem to be acting like yourself,” Shawn said concerned. “Well I have changed for the better. I mostly had changed for you,” Robin said. “For me?” Shawn said shocked. Robin wasn’t exactly the type of girly girl that you see in Vogue magazine’s. She was more of a down home country girl that everyone admired about her. Actually Cassidy was more of the girly girl growing up. But since the two girls friendship grew apart they were both the total opposites of their own personalities. As a matter of fact Cassidy and Robin personalities has switched. Cassidy walked off the bus she then seen Robin walk away and into the hotel. “What did Robin want?” Cassidy asked. “Oh nothing you know I’m kind of hungry let’s go inside and get something to eat,” Shawn offered. “Sounds good to me,” Cassidy said as the two of them had walked towards the door of the hotel. “Hey Cass?” Shawn said. “Yeah?” Cassidy said looking over her left shoulder as Shawn was catching up to her. “Can we keep the two of us a secret? For now that is?” Shawn asked her. “That’s probably a good idea. Besides there’s no way of telling that is, the two of us getting around school. Or who knows the front of the school newspaper,” Cassidy said. “Great! I mean great. I mean, I mean,” Shawn started rambling on. “Just shut up and kiss me,” She said. Cassidy pulled Shawn closer for a kiss. “Hey Robin are you coming? We are all getting paired off for rooms,” Ian said. “Just a sec,” Robin said as she walked toward the front door of the hotel. When she got halfway there she stopped dead in her tracks. What she saw couldn’t be mistakenable. She had seen Shawn and Cassidy kissing. KISSING! After all thee years? Who does she think that she’s messing with? i’ll show her. Robin thought to herself pacing back and forth in her room. I wonder who I’m getting paired up with? Suddenly the door knob had jiggled. “That scared me,” She had said outloud. The door flew open and there standing in the doorway was Cassidy. “What? No! Nope, I’m not getting stuck with you not after what you did to me,” Robin said nastily. “What I did to you please,” Cassidy said as she wanted to scratch Robin’s eyes out. “Oh sweet cat fight in the hallway,” Aiden Phillips said. “Where, where,” Ron Dillard wondered. Aiden pointed at the girls. “Dude i so hope they take their shirts off,” Matt Reign had said. “Shut up Matt,” The girls had said in unison. “What’s going on here,” Ian wanted to know. “I bet Ian doesn’t know,” Robin sneared. “Know what?” Ian asked. Aiden, Ron, and Matt were still looking at the girls hoping they would still fight. “What are you three idiots staring at?” Ian asked the three of them. Paige Decker came out of the room 106. Paige was wearing a hot pink bikini when she came out with a towel over her shoulder. “Hello,” Ron, Matt, and Aiden said in unison with their eyes bugged out. “Hi boys, hey babe,” Paige said leaning towards Ian for a kiss. “Come on let’s go hit the pool,” Paige said. “Awesome let’s go,” Ian said walking the opposite direction where Aiden, Matt, and Ron still were. “Dude he’s so lucky,” Aiden said. “I have a girlfriend to,” Aiden said. “Dude who is it?” Matt asked. “It’s Michelle,” Aiden said. “Dude really?” Matt asked. “Really dude,” Aiden said. “Could you three bozo’s go somewhere else and talk?” Robin asked them. “Dude she’s like Selena Gomez hot,” Ron said as the three of them walked toward the pool area. Once they left the hallway Cassidy and Robin were the only one’s in the hallway. “Oh Cass I didn’t know you were trying to get back at him,” Robin said all sad. “Back at who?” Cassidy wanted to know. “Ian, that’s why you made out with Shawn isn’t it. Cass it doesn’t have to come to this. Listen, I will help you through this,” Robin said. Now Cassidy was really confused. She had no idea what Robin was talking about. And then it suddenly had hit her. “Oh I see what’s going on Robin, Ian and i are no longer together,” Cassidy had said. “No Cass it’s really okay we will get through this together,” Robin said. “Robin listen to me, Ian and I are no longer together,” Cassidy said to Robin. “Huh?” “Yeah we broke up,” “When?” “Like two months ago,” “Oh,” They both stood in the hallway silent. “Listen Robin you were right about that argument we had two years ago,” Cassidy said breaking the silence as she was making up with her best friend. “Heck I don’t even remember what I said,” Robin lied. Well sort of the only thing she remembered had said what Cassidy does all the time. Which is that she basically misunderstands every situation. “I forget exactly what,” Cassidy was about to say but Robin interrupted her. “I said to you that you do this all the time which that you misunderstood what I said in class,” She said. “But I don’t remember what I said in class,” “Neither do I, can we just forget it and start fresh?” Cassidy hoped. “Absolutely,” “Cool,” The girls then walked into their room that they had shared together. And they both had started a whole new chapter as the best of friends.