#also that last gif is blurry bc...well you know

[poppyfamily]

I'm not on Tiktok you fucking loser!

Let me just squeeze it out and I'll be right there.

[msp9]

THIS IS MY LIKES AND DISLIKES OF CHAOS THEORY ⚠️Spoilers below cut⚠️

When i first finished this season, I too like some people, was skeptical about it. I get why some people say its bad, I just thought it was very different from cc. At points the characters didin't feel like themsleves, the way some of them were written and the designs gave me a real hard time to get used to them. Also i felt as if it was just too much to process at times so i rewatched it and my final answer is that its a good show the pacing is incredeble, the plot, the suspence and character development. i just had a hard time getting used to everything new? Ig. I'm still doubting whether its a 10 but sure thing is that it was a very good first season its a easy 9/10. So here are the thinks i liked abt it:

-THE WAY THEY POTRAYED EVERYONES TRAUMA/STRUGGLES , Sammy having anxiety, Yaz overcoming her ptsd, and KENJI. MY BOY. That must have been the best breakdown i've seen in animated series. Whoever wrote that scene. Wow. It was the best thing in the whole show honestly. His vision gtting blurry, having truble breathing. The panick. Wow. I CANNOT SAY THIS LOUD ENOUGH.

-Ben and Sammy duo? Hello? Im srry to say but you might just be better than Yaz and Ben duo. Idk i really loved them.

- "Benjamin."

- Showing Yaz is doing better. Despite her ongoing struggles, she has clearly grown and matured the last 6 years, and the way she calmed Sammy in the sinking van? Ig all those therapy sessions and college paid off. That scene is a clear illustration of the progress she has made. I mean sammy did say "i can tell shes still struggling" but there wasnt really a clear scene of her getting stuck in place as she used to. So my guess is that it was just Sammys anxiety and the fact that they didint talk much. Bc then Sammy was surprised how she kept herselve together. So yeah

-YASAMMY. NOTHING MORE TO ADD.

-UM SAMMYS CHARACTER?? HELLO? GLOW UP, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, i loved her sm. She moved up to my top 3.

And her anxiety? It was so well shown too

-the fight between Sammy and Yaz felt so natural and not at all forced. They both had valid points and in the end they did understand each other and were on the same page.

-Ben being Ben in almost every episode

- Yasmina's "boo."

-Brooklynns design?? Majestic to say the least.

- ingore what i said ealrier abt the acting out of character. They do remind themsleves they just grew

Well, all except Ben...

-Kenjis new voice actor, he did a real good job, as much as it doesn't sound like him, he really captured some emotional scenes very well.

- The robot lady. THEY REALLY SAID TAKE A WOMAN AND MAKE HER CREEPY ASF. I was genunanly creeped out. And the detail that at the ranch if u listen closesly u can hear the whistle. Hell nah that was scary.

-Benrius Ben and Darius friendship, okay actually u can't tell me u didint feel it too, the tention between ben and Darius cmon we all know what u are Ben stop making up girlfriends in Europe

-Brooklynn turning bad, or from what we are told worked for bad people ig. Personally as much as it shocked me, im sure theres a good reason as to why and i cant wait to hear more abt in season 2.

-I can now undertand what everyone meant in reviews saying "its more mature" not only in the more death and dinos but it woyud be kind of confusing for a younger audience to undertsand some stuff in this show.

-I really liked Daniels kon death, maybe it wasn't necesarry but im all in for that dark death scene.

-Lastly the comment Sammy makes when Ben asks how bumpy got pregnant, and the yazs smirk. Gurl i was suprised they added that but i loved it

Now, the things that i didint like and why:

- First of all, Darius being in love with brooklynn. I mean i get it but i also dont get it. In my opinion, there shouldn't have been a different reason as to why Darius was the most effected by her death. They were close and she died. Its okay to be really effected by someones death and not bc u liked them, and i also do believe that the reason for him not showing up the night she "died" should have been smth more serious. Then again i get it bc now he felt a lot more guilt bc it was for a not so important reason he didint show up and thats why he didint tell anyone. Well axtually it isnt that bad, but i just felt it was forced for the plot. This again could be bc i started to like kenlynn and now they turned the tables completly but sure.

-Brooklynns voice actor. I just couldn't connect her to brooklynn? She sounded a lot different, not a major bad thing it was just hard to get used to.

-Ben having a gf, or supposedly having one, u telling me this man has a gf:

I thought it funny but yk that man is a homosexual

- and lastly, Brooklynn being alive. This might sound bad but it made sense for her to die. And i was kinda lamed out that she wasnt dead. (Pls ironically enough, just weeks ago i begged for her to be alive.) But like the way everyone suffered bc of her death, going throught the 5 stages of grief, and the way the show was played. It just would have been better if she died, all those flashbacks, the emotional moments, i mean its not gonna be the same when i rewatch it bc i know shes alive. Anyways enough abt this.

Actually i have nothing more to add to my "bad stuff" list but i might come up with smth later. Bc i will be rewatchibg it obviously. Ig lastly i just wanted more episodes how dare they cutting the season of right there.

[romanarose]

Take Your Time: Chapter 2

Frankie Morales X Fem!Oc (Jana Hernandez)

Chapter 1 : Chapter 3

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Chapter summary: Dealing with the fall out of the previous night, Frankie struggles with his own self-hatred and worry of the harm he's causing his daughter, her mother who he still loves, and the friends that surround him, and attempts to push them away.

Warnings: LOOOOTTSSSS of negative self-talk, self-hatred, self-sabotage. Frankie's being a dick near the end but give him some grace, he's struggling. Talk over suicidal thoughts, wanting to die, addiction, overdose, wounds/blood, bad coping. A/N: I won't go into Laci's backstory here, all you really need to know is given in the text. She's had a hard life, hence Santi's protectiveness over her, especially in regards to sex. If you are curious, you can read chapter 1-3 of Leather and Lace. Chapter 1 goes into how the group meets Laci, and chapter 3 tells you how she ended up with Santi. Chapter 2 is just Santi being a sweetie. Also, I don't know how clear I made this so far, bc it's clear in LaL, but Jana is afro-latina, Chilean on her mom's side, Ethiopian on her dad's side, making Rosie mixed too. I've been doing a lot of research and just listening to my friends of either culture, but if I say something incorrect or offensive, please let me know. I am actively trying to make sure my OC's aren't constantly white, but seeing as I am white, I could very well mess something up.

********************************* When Frankie woke up that morning, all that registered was feeling like complete shit; his head hurt, and he felt nauseous. Next thing that came to mind was that he was on the floor. When he opens his eyes, he sees a blurry vision of the couch and his carpet. When he notices long dark curls falling on his face, Francisco starts to remember when happened last night: the drinking, fighting calling up his old contacts to buy coke, blood, calling- oh fucking hell. Frankie groaned, embarrassed and humiliated. How could he do this to her? Waking her up when she works so hard, dragging her and his daughter out in the cold and she had to- how did she stop the bleeding? It all started to get kinda blurry at that point. Frankie pulled his arm out, finding bandages wrapped around his wrists.

“Morning, Francisco” The tired voice of Jana spoke from beside him. Frankie’s body tensed, and Jana immediately gave him space. “Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry.” Jana speaks firmly; she never liked him apologizing. Frankie feels her sit up. “How are you feeling?” “Me siento como una mierda” Jana chuckles a bit as she gets up. “I bet you do” She gently kicks him. “Sit up, let me redress your wrist.” Another pang of guilt shot through him, but he was in no position to argue. Jana took off the wrapping, and Frankie notices the two stitches on either wound. “You called Will, didn’t you?” He asked, knowing the answer and what it meant. Will knew what happened, which meant that Benny and Santaigo knew too. “Yeah, you were bleeding quite a bit, I needed to make sure you didn’t die.” Frankie just nodded, trying not to look at where she was working, lest he begin puking. Again. “Thank you” His eyes averted where she gazed up at him, knelt at the floor before where he sat on the couch. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” A bit of a pause. “Santi texted me, I guess Will called him. He asked if he could come over today?” She didn’t miss the small sigh that came out of mouth. “This is why I didn’t want anyone to know, I didn’t want them to come home early.” “He’s not, they got a call, their getting their first kid today.” Santiago and Laci had decided to do respite foster care together. This was short term foster care, a few hours to a week, and they were able to decline at any time. Laci had seen so much of the struggle of women and families in the system and wanted to help. Her and Santi decided this was a good way to do their part and put their money to use without having to commit to a long-term foster child. Laci, as emotional as she was, would likely get very attached to any kid in her home that long. Plus, ever unspoken, Benny was still blacking out every week and getting in fights, and Frankie was obviously still struggling with recovery, and Laci and Santi needed to be able to help their friends. “Are you lying to me?” Frankie asked. “No, I won’t lie to you, promise.”

“Is Pope lying to you?” Jana chuckled at that. “I don’t think so. Laci asked if we can go get some stuff for infants while you and Santi talk”

The idea of a ‘talk’ with Santi made him anxious. His friend, for much of their life, had been his strength, a sense of security. They had grown up together, enlisted together, and it was Fish’s connection to Santiago that had gotten him in Tom’s circle. Hence, when Tom hand-picked his team, Frankie was picked for his skills as a pilot. Santiago’s sister, Fatima, had practically raised the pair of them, and her death had hit Frankie nearly as hard as it did Santiago, it was bad enough that when his daughter was born, Jana had no qualms naming her after Santi’s sister. Together, they decided on Fatima Rosa-Maria, Rosie for short. “Okay.” Frankie nodded as Jana wrapped him back up again. From her room, he heard Rosie start calling. “Daddy! Daddy!” At two years old, she was just starting talking, and for the first time today Frankie smiled. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, and no matter how bad things got, his little girl always brought him joy. Jana kissed his wrist as she finished. “Do you wanna go see here?” He did. He really fucking did. But Frankie shook his head. “Can you get her? I need to shower. Don’t want her to associate me with the smell of puke and alcohol.”

She seemed to understand, and put saran wrap over his dressings, instructing him to try not to get it wet, and casually requesting he keep the door unlocked.

 From where he undressed in the bathroom, Frankie heard Rosie squeal ‘Mama!’ in surprise, and he wanted so badly in this moment to give his daughter this. He wanted nothing more than a family with Jana and her, her mommy and daddy married and in love, one household; a household frequently filled with her aunts and uncles, and the million little cousins that Santi and Laci inevitably produce after fucking like rabbits… He wanted a happy family for her, for Jana, and hell, for himself. He wanted to give to Jana what Santi gave to Laci, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the man Santiago was. Santi had taken Lacina at her lowest, carefully and lovingly built her up, adorned her in love and affection, given his all to her; Frankie had nothing to give. Best he could do was make sure they were taken care of. 

 After Santi had gone back for the money in the canyon, he split it with all of them, making them all set for life. Despite the cost of raising a child and his addiction, Frankie still had a shit tone of money; him and Benny didn’t have as much as Santi and Will, who were more responsible, but enough he’d never have to work again. But he did. They all did. Something to take their minds off things. Benny still fought MMA and Will still did his talks. Santi had missions that he often recruited the others for, although he stopped that since the day Laci came into his life. Frankie worked with Pope back when he used to contract, but for almost a year now, there had been nothing, leaving him with nothing to do when Rosa was gone but see the guys, or get high. Recently, he had taken a basic engineering job, Monday through Friday, 9-5, simply for the structure and honestly? He liked it. He liked knowing when he’d wake up and when he’d go to bed, still seeing the guys frequently, and being able to have Rosie when Jana worked evenings and over nights.

Jana refused ‘charity’ as she called it. Since leaving, she wouldn’t let Frankie pay for anything of hers that didn’t involve Rosa; so Frankie paid for everything to do with her. Frankie paid for daycare, their home security, and sent her money every month for food, pullups, clothes, and fun. Jana even acquiesced to letting him buy her a car when her piece of shit broke down on the side of the road again; a simple Buick, just something safe. As he stood in the shower, nearly numb to the scalding water, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to cry, just a bit. He had everything in his hands, a beautiful girlfriend he was ready to propose to, his perfect little baby, the best friends a guy could ask for, and he threw it away for addiction. Jana and him had been on the rocks before Columbia, but that trip had put a gap between them that was irreparable. She didn’t leave right away; she was worried about him, but she didn’t stay long, especially as his using got worse. She refused to raise their daughter in that, and she was right to leave. Frankie had often wondered how things would have gone if he had simply gotten clean when Jana did. Frankie wouldn’t have been desperate for the money, he wouldn’t have gone on that godforsaken mission, and Santi wouldn’t have been able to do that stupid fucking heist without a pilot. With no mission, Tom would still be alive.

“Francisco?” Jana’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he realized despite not dipping his head under the water, his face was soaked. “You okay in there?”

He wanted to ask her to come in, he wanted to hold her… but he couldn’t. Asking for help was hard, but letting her see how broken he really is was even harder. “Yeah, just warming up.” he lied. He wanted her there, but also wanted her far, far away from him, away from his own personal disaster. “Okay, I’m making breakfast, it’ll be ready for you whenever you’re out.” It sounded so damn casual. What he would give to have this every day, to wake up to her hair in his face every morning… but she deserved better. Flashes of last night blurred in his head as he stepped out of the shower: Jana’s panicked voice, the vague sound of Will trying to keep his cool, blood coating the dark skin of her hands, the thick, pungent smell of puke in the air… he looked around the bathroom, it was squeaky clean. She must’ve cleaned. That woman was a fucking saint. That was why they couldn’t be together. She deserved more, she deserved better, so did Santi, Will, and Benjamin, so did Rose. He wished he could simply stop existing, stop being, erase his existence without erasing her, somehow. He wished it had been him, not Tom, with a bullet through his fucking brain. He’d kill himself if he didn’t think it would cause everyone more pain, but he knew that would make matters worse, and Benny would probably drink himself to death, if he doesn’t already. Best he could do is try to be as little of a problem as possible.

He stepped into the illuminated kitchen, seeing Jana feeding Rosie in her high chair, and despite his misery, the world looked just a little bit better with them in the room. “Hey honey” She smiled at him as she spooned some apple sauce into Rosie’s mouth and he felt warm inside again. “Is it okay if I shower?” “Of course, are you washing your hair?” He asked with a mouthful of the omelet she cooked up.

Jana laughed, walking to the hall to get the towels out of the dryer. “No offense Francisco, but I’m not washing my hair with your white boy 3-1, I’ll have to use so much coconut to come back from that.” she called out to him, her jovial voice ringing down the hallway. “Do you happen to have anything I can tie my hair back with?” “I think Laci left a hair tie the other night, but… I actually have your shower bonnet in the closet… with the rest of your hair stuff…” His voice trailed off as he continued feeding his babbling little girl. Her voice slowly got louder as he came back around, arms holding the laundry basket. “What?”

Avoiding her gaze, he continued. “When you left you… didn’t take some of your stuff. By the time I noticed, I figured you bought new shit so I just… kept it, just in case.” He didn’t tell her he spent the better part of that first year hoping she’d come back. “I also have a silk pillowcase, you know, if you ever need it again.” “I brought my pillowcase when I left...” She said as she sat down the basket. He still wouldn’t look at her. “Yeah I… bought one. Didn’t want to mess up your hair if you ever got stuck here for one reason or another. Plus, Rosie will need one when she’s a little older anyway” Their daughter had gotten her hair from her maternal grandfathers side, 4A curl type, as he had learned from his online research on how to care for her hair. 

He heard Jana walk across the floor, her soft hands on his. “You’re a good man, Francisco.” He couldn’t help smile into her touch, but deflected the conversation before it could go any further. “Her hair is getting longer. I want to start styling her hair, I’m just not sure how.” Jana recognized right away how he shifted attention to Rosie instead of himself. “You were getting pretty good at braiding my hair, back in the day.” “I might be a little out of practice.” Jana knew Frankie was worried about having a biracial daughter. He barely managed his own soft curls, tucking them away under his hat most days. He wanted to be able to properly care for her hair, and was not afraid of being corrected. “How about I wash my hair today, and you can braid it, and we’ll see where you're at.” Smiling softly at her, he finally met Jana’s eyes. “That would be nice” When Santi let himself and Laci into Frankie’s house, he expected Jana and Rose to be there. What he did not expect was for Jana to be sat on the floor between Frankie’s knees braiding her hair and massaging oil into it while the pair of them and their toddler watched Bluey. With a glance to Laci, he knew automatically she was thinking the same thing he was. The pair had been spending a lot of time together the last few months. Laci kept hoping they’d get back together, telling him how fun it would be, how they could be couple friends, all the grand plans she had for the next 50 years. Santi couldn’t lie; he had hoped they’d patch things up too, but as he told Laci before, Frankie didn’t think he deserved her. He felt Laci squeeze his hand. She was nervous. She was scared for Frankie, having heard minimal details of what happened last night but she cared deeply for him and it hurt her when people she loved hurt. Santi had to remind her not to overwhelm him, and she was buzzing with a nervous energy as she held back her desire to run over to him and shower her with hugs. “Hey guys” Fish called from the couch, beckoning them over. He saw Laci and her desperate attempts to stay calm. Putting a hair tie as he finished the second of the double dutch braids, he patted on the couch next to him. “C’mon, I know you wanna” Laci nearly tackled him in the hug. Despite her skinny arms, she held onto him tightly, but careful not to touch either wrist. He wore a flannel to cover the bandages, and she didn’t know which side was hurt. “I love you so much Frankie, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He gave an awkward hug back. “I love you too, manita. Can I finish Jana’s hair?” Laci promptly slid down the couch and onto the floor to greet Jana, and started talking about the stores she wanted to go to. Santi sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “Would you like me to do yours too, munequita?” The girl beamed up at him. “Yes please”

Santi’s braids… left something to be desired, so they opted to just put two pigtails to the top half of her short blonde hair at the top of her head as Frankie laid Jana’s baby hairs down. “Voila!” Santi motioned as they finished. “Don’t our girls look beautiful?” Frankie winced at Santi calling Jana his girl, but he couldn’t really blame the man; they spent so much time together, the four of them, it was hard to not see them as a couple.

Jana took Laci’s hand. “Yes we do!” And Frankie couldn’t help the breath that hitched in him at the idea of Jana being okay being called his again…. Laci got Rosie ready to go to the store with them to allow Frankie and Santi privacy. She gave Frankie a kiss on his head from where he sat on the couch, and ruffled Santi’s curls. “Adios, Santito” “You’re only half an inch taller than me, Jana” He grumbled. She leaned over to him on his other side. “Sé gentil” Laci gave him a smooch before she quite literally skipped out the doorway. When the door closed, Frankie turned to Santi “Your girl just skipped.” He teased. Despite his nerves surrounding the reason he was here, Santiago beamed and blushed like a smitten teenager. “Yeah, she’s something else.” There was a pause before Frankie spoke. “I didn’t try to kill myself, Santi” “Then what the hell happened” Santi breathed out, exasperated. Frankie slumped down on the couch, pouting. “I don't know how to explain it, hermano. I was having cravings, I had some drinks to curb it, then I just felt… I don’t know, like I didn’t exist or something” “What are you talking about?” “I just told you I didn’t know how to explain it. Don’t ever just wanna… feel something?” A soft chuckle. “Sometimes I feel I have the opposite problem” Frankie returned the laugh. “I know you do, lover boy” “Not just with her, I mean, in general. It’s been better the last half a year, I think Benny can agree I’ve yelled at him less” “Well, except when we went to get the Christmas tree-” “He almost took her foot off!” Frankie raised his hands in mock defense, smiling “Si, si, yo estaba allí” Santi settled, dropping it. “I just mean, I think we can all agree I run a little hot.” “Yeah.” “I’m not going to ask to see the cuts… but how bad was it?” “Will didn’t spill all the gory details?” Frankie joked. “No, you know him, he doesn’t generally want to get involved in things more than he has to. Not one for gossip.” Frankie nods. “Few on my legs weren’t bad enough to need anything, wrists needed stitches.” “Dios Mio, ¿Qué está pasando contigo?” Pope exclaimed, his anxiety for his friend going through the roof. “How am I not supposed to take this as a suicide attempt?” He sounded exasperated, but the pain in his eyes as he turned to Frankie was clear. “You’re not very good at this” Frankie attempted to dissipate the tension with a joke. Santi wasn’t thrilled. He took Frankie’s face in his hands, a similar soft touch Frankie had seen Santiago give Laci. “I’m trying, man. I know I’m not good at this, but I’m trying here.” Closing his eyes and allowing the familiar touch “I know, you’ve gotten better since Laci came around” “Yeah” Santi practically whispered. Frankie didn’t have to open his eyes to picture the dreamy expression on his face. “She brings out the best in me.” “Yeah. She really does.” There was a pause as they both settled back into their seats before Santi talked again. “So you called Jana?” “Don’t get jealous”

“I’m not! I’m just saying-” “Don’t” “She’s been around a lot lately-” “Santi, stop.” He couldn’t have this talk, he didn’t want anyone trying to talk him into it. She deserved better. “I think she’d like to get back-” “Stop” Jana deserved better, Rosie deserved better, Santi deserved better. “Laci thinks that-” Laci, Will, Benny, they all deserved better than him. The urge to push everyone away bubbled up. “Laci needs to mind her damn business.”

“Hey.” Santiago turned him, his face suddenly that deadly calm that came before he absolutely rocked someone's shit. “Watch it.” Frankie wanted to apologize, but he also wanted Santi out of his house and out of his life, he wanted Santi so mad at him that his death wouldn’t phase him. One less person to worry about should he overdose or finally put himself out of his misery. He didn’t look at Pope. He didn’t back down. “Look at me, Francisco” Fish turned to him, face deadset into a glare. “I’ll letting that go because you’re going through something, but you leave her out of whatever the fuck is going on with you, got it?”

He could practically feel the crease in his furrowed brow. Push him away, push him out of your life, he’ll take the girl and Millers with him. “We get it, you’re pussy whipped, you don’t need to make a big show of your masculinity just because she’s the first girl small enough to make you feel tall and your dick feel big-” Even if this doesn't alienate the others, all it would take was picking a fight with Benny. Will would automatically get in the middle of it, and Laci, who spent most of her time away from Santi hanging out with Benny, would put herself between Benny and anyone who'd insult him, which has even included Santi on occasion. “What is going on with you?” Santi couldn’t fathom what would make Frankie suddenly turn on him like this. Keep going, keep talking about her and he’ll deck you, and walk out of your life. He could forgive a lot of things, but not transgressions against her. “You don’t have to act all protective, pendejo, it’s not like she can leave you anyway, but that’s probably why you brought her in-” He didn’t know where the hell these words were coming from, they certainly weren’t things he’d ever thought before. He loved Santigo as a brother, and Laci as his little sister, but that's why he needed them to go. He was a downward spiral, a grenade, and he couldn’t take them with him when he exploded. “Last fucking warning, Fish” The dark look in Santi’s eyes told him he’d switched from Santiago, domestic and in sappy love, to Pope, a soldier trained to kill, who’d taken out men who’d hurt his girl before, and would do it again. He was playing with fire. He just needed one more push, hit him in his weak spot, not his knees, but his jealous streak. “You knew she’d be completely dependent on you, so she’d never leave. If she could, she’d probably leave you, wouldn’t she? She’d probably be with Ben right now, hell, she’s probably fucking him when they-” Within a blink, Frankie felt himself being pulled up by the strong hand that was fisted in his shirt. Despite the panic that had bubbled in his chest knowing what Santi was capable of, Frankie couldn’t bring himself to punch or hit Santi. 

“I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to push me away. Well it’s not going to work, asshole. You’re stuck with me. It’s been 35 years of this, you think I don’t know you well enough by now? I get it. You’re picking on her because you know that’s the only way to get me this fucking mad.” Frankie just glared harshly at him, unwilling to back down or take back the words he said. Santi continued. “But you do not fucking talk about Laci, and you absolutely do not talk about her in the context of sex, do you understand me? Ever. Off limits.” Unable to apologize but unable to push him further, Frankie’s face remained stagnant. Santiago shoved him back down onto the couch, pointing at him. “Nice fucking try” he sat back down on the oppesit end of the couch, crossing his arms. “It worked, I’m furious at you, but I’m not leaving you, not until Jana comes back” When Jana walked in, she sensed the tension immediately as she saw them both sitting silently with stiff body language on the couch and muttered something to Laci about it not going well. Seeing Santi and Frankie clearly in distress, Laci sat down Rosie and walked over to them. “Frankie, what’s-” But before Laci could finish her sentence, Santi grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the man.

“We’re going home”

Laci looked confused and concerned. “But-” but she was being pulled away.

“C’mon, we got a baby to prep for the baby.” Santi turned to Jana, muttering about how it’s her turn.

Jana grabbed Laci’s free hand. “Can you stop pulling her around?” She said, referencing Laci.

Laci stood between them, arms spread out between her lover and her friend. “I think you’re both pulling me around right now”

Jana and Santi both dropped her hands, but Laci promptly found herself at Santi’s side. Something had upset him, and she wanted to be there for him. Santi wrapped an arm around her possessively, ushering her out the door. He looked at Frankie before leaving. “Call me when you’re ready to apologize” and nodded a goodbye at Jana, and Laci gave both a little wave as she followed Santi’s lead.

When the door shut, Jana turned to Frankie. “What did you do?”

Crossing his arms, Frankie didn’t acknowledge her. He couldn’t manage to say anything to push her away like he did Santi, but he hoped if he just ignored her, she’d leave.

Jana wasn’t as easy to play as Santi.

“Nice try, cielito. You’re stuck with me today. Whatever the fuck happened between you is something for Will to deal with, not me. Today is just you, me and Rosie, and you can pout all you want, but something tells me you won’t stand a chance when she wants to play barbies.”

She was right. Jana and Rosie stayed the day, and as much as he tried to keep them at arm's length, when Rosie toddled over to him with her dolls, he soon found himself on the floor having Barbie and Ken make-out while making kissing noises. “Oooohhh Ken you’re so hot” he said in a girlie voice.

When Jana and Rose left that evening, Frankie's goodbye was lingering. He wanted to push them away, but that was nearly impossible, he couldn't hurt Jana the way he had Santi, so as he closed the door behind her, he resolved to do his best to keep them out.

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Fake Love (part 1)

Or, Your Boyfriends Are Always There for You, and Always Have Been. Right?

OT7 x reader (soft yandere! bts x reader, amnesia au, reader lost like 2.5 years of memory, story starts late 2019, covid never happened, mentions of injuries and hospital rooms, heavy manipulation and lying, dark fluff, they just want the best for you… kinda, I did not research for this so if it sounds inaccurate that’s bc it is)

White. That was all you saw when you woke up. White walls, white floors, white bedding. You blinked hazily, the blurriness in your eyes clearing slowly, as well as the blurriness in your mind. Your bed didn't have white sheets, you realized, confusion setting in.

"She's waking up," someone— a doctor, you guessed by their attire— spoke to their assistant, dressed in similar scrubs. They leaned over you, speaking quietly but firmly. "Hello, how are you feeling?"

You blinked, disconcerted. You wiggled all your fingers, and could only wiggle half of your toes. You couldn’t see your legs from under the blanket of the bed. "Um... thirsty? I'm sorry, am I in a hospital?" You asked, voice raspy from disuse. The doctor's assistant passed you a cup of water and you reached out to take it with your left hand, as the upper part of your right arm was wrapped in bandages.

"Yes. Do you know your name? And what year it is?" They asked, and you furrowed your brows.

"Of course. I'm Y/n L/n, and it's 2017, isn't it?"

The doctor hummed, unsurprised. "Just as I thought. Unfortunately, it is not 2017. You were recently in a car accident, a total wreckage that injured you and the other passenger greatly. You have been unconscious for the past few days, and we found in scans that you have suffered trauma to your brain that we believe may have caused you to lose the memory of the last three years. You also have a fractured leg and cuts along your arm, as well as various other minor bruises and scrapes." They relayed, tone professional but pitying.

You stayed stock still, unsure how to process that information. Three years? That was so much time lost. What had you done in that time? Who were you now? Who were you then? "Will I... ever recover those memories?" You asked, voice breaking and you pretended it was from disuse and not from the tears welling in your eyes.

"We believe there is a chance you may, but it is unlikely it will be soon. Not until your brain heals, which could take a few weeks or a few months, or even possibly a few years." The doctor said, sympathy in their tone.

You nodded, breathing through your nose slowly. In, out. In, out. "I... where's my phone, can I call my mom?"

"From what we learned from the authorities who brought you here, your phone was destroyed in the crash. It’s nothing but metal scraps now. But, if you'd like, we could find a phone for you to use."

"That would be great, thank you." You whispered, looking down at the white bedsheets. You hated the color white.

"And whenever you're ready, there are some gentlemen who want to see you." The doctor said as he gathered up his paper from the bedside.

"Who?" Your brows furrowed. You didn’t have many guy friends. Not any that would visit you in a hospital.

The doctor shrugged. "They say they know you well, they were listed on your forms and have paid for your bills already, but if you don't want them to come in, we can tell them to wait. They've been visiting everyday to try and see you."

You just looked at the doctor, still reeling from all the information you were processing. You had no memory of the last three years, you got into a horrible accident that broke your leg, and you had apparently made some pretty loyal friends who wanted to see you. "Um, no, you can... you can send them in." You nodded, trying to sound sure of yourself, but at this point, you didn't think you'd ever be sure of anything ever again.

"Okay. Just hit that button if you want us to come in and help with anything." They pointed to a button on the side of your bed and exited, their assistant who was scrawling notes into a file the whole time followed quickly after them.

You sat there, waiting for what felt like forever for them to come in. It was probably just a few minutes, but your anxiety worsened it, the fact that you might have no idea who these people are making your heart beat fast with nerves. You decided to distract yourself, playing with the remote that raised and lowered different parts of your bed. You had just gotten the bed into a comfortable sitting up position when the door burst wide open, someone rushing into the room towards you.

They rushed towards you too quick for your eyes to even track, practically throwing themselves into your arms and squeezing themselves close to your chest, face hidden in your clothes. "Um--" you started, awkwardly trying to ask this stranger why they were using your chest as a pillow.

Before you could get a sentence out, more people filled the doorway. "Baby!" One of the figures moved towards you, hands gently cupping your jaw as they looked you over with concern. "Oh my darling, are you alright? We came as soon as we heard."

You looked at the man's face and blinked. Then blinked again. The other men trailed in behind him looking just as concerned and relieved to see you, standing around your bed. You reached a hand up to rub your eyes. Surely you were mistaken.

"Baby? Are you okay?" One of them asked, unsure why you were so silent.

"We were so worried," the one against your chest said, muffled against your hospital gown. You looked down as you felt the fabric dampen, his form shaking slightly as his arms tightened around you. As he continued to speak, you realized he was crying, voice wobbling. "We thought you wouldn't wake up, that we wouldn't see you again--"

The force of his sobs kept him from speaking anymore. Instinctively, you reached a hand up numbly, patting his head in attempt to comfort him despite being completely sure you were hallucinating.

There was no way you were surrounded by BTS right now. There was no way Kim Seokjin was softly stroking your jaw, still looking at you with worry. There was no way Jeon Jungkook was crying into your chest right now. And there was no way they were all calling you baby and looking at you with affection and worry.

"Um," you started, not sure what to say. You looked around the room at the faces. They were familiar to you, sure, but the idea you were familiar to them sent your mind reeling. "I'm sorry, do we... know each other?"

That made all the boys in the room pause, stock still, a tense moment passing before Namjoon—The Kim Namjoon—sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Faces you had only seen through a screen were now around you, real and animated and worried about you. If you had your phone with you, you might've taken a picture just to make sure they actually showed up on film.

"It's as they said then. You really don't remember us?" Namjoon frowned, seeming to already know the answer even as he asked the question.

You shook your head no, seeing their face drop in disappointment. Seeing them all so sad made a piece of your soul hurt. It should be against the laws of the universe for BTS to be upset.

"You... Do you know who we are?" Hoseok spoke carefully, moving closer to Namjoon by the foot of the bed to be in direct line of sight with you.

You nodded. "BTS."

Namjoon huffed out a laugh, one that sounded painful and ironic more than it sounded joyful. "Right," Namjoon smiled, bittersweet. "We, um, met at a fanmeet a while back. Do you remember that? The nurses didn't tell us how far back you remember."

"I..." you racked your brain, memories foggy. A fleeting feeling, then a scene of you, sitting behind a table, BTS on the other side, smiling kindly at you as you spoke with them. "Yes. I do. You came to a city near my home... I remember I saved up so much to go see you." You chuckled, a little embarrassed about it now with them in front of you. To you, it felt like yesterday, but to them it had been years ago. Why did they even remember it?

While you had gotten lost in thought, your small laugh brought warm smiles to their faces again. Taehyung moved to your bedside, gently lifting your hand and pressing a kiss to the knuckle as he held it close to his chest, Jimin on your other side taking your hand as well, thumb gently brushing against the back of it.

Namjoon continued, distracting you from the fact that two of your favorite idols were holding your hands right now. "Do you remember what happened after that?" He asked, a very focused look on his face as he awaited your answer.

"After that, I went home? I continued life as usual and then... it all goes foggy after that. The last thing I remember is taking my finals and getting out for the summer. It would've been maybe a month after the fanmeet, I think?" You tried to piece together your foggy memories. As far as you knew, that was the last thing you remember happening.

"Well," Namjoon began to explain, "we were still on tour. We went to another city that was also fairly nearby, and you came to our meet and greet again. When we saw you, it was like... fate," he paused, smiling softly as he reminisced. "You had captured our hearts the first time, so the second time we saw you, we made sure to stay with you as long as possible."

"It was bending the rules a little bit but we invited you to our break room after the show." Jin continued, redirecting your attention towards him. He really was more handsome in person. They all were, which seemed impossible, but here they were, in front of you. "We gave you a backstage pass, and then we basically talked all night. We almost didn't want to let you go home." He winked playfully, a soft wistfulness to his tone.

That sounded so… romantic. The fact that you couldn’t remember it, couldn’t remember anything made you feel sad. Empty. Guilty. The lack of recognition in your eyes dulled the playfulness in his eyes, his smile turning stiff around the edges. "You really don't remember." He mumbled, his sadness once again painful to see.

"I'm sorry." You said, not sure what else to say. To think you had been so close with them and didn't remember. You couldn't imagine if someone important to you forgot everything you had experienced with them.

Taehyung shook his head, trying to keep you from feeling bad. "Don't be." You could tell that while he tried to stay optimistic with a smile, he was also saddened, the energy of the room dropping again. Jungkook's arms had only squeezed you tighter and while it was starting to hurt a little, you couldn't help but leave him alone. This must be hard for them.

Jin sighed noisily cutting into the heavy atmosphere, rolling his eyes dramatically. He began to playfully complain, most likely to lift everyone's flagging spirits and the heaviness of the situation. "See, this is exactly I was telling Sejin, you should stay with us! If you had gone on tour with us like I asked, this never would've happened."

"She was also pursuing her career, Jin. We talked about this, we couldn't have her uproot her life like that." Hoseok responded, referring to what must've been a previous conversation they had with you and their management.

"That was then. It may be worth it to reopen that discussion." Namjoon chimed in, thinking hard about something as he looked you over critically. His eyes softened as he seemed to come to a decision, looking directly into your eyes seriously. "Love, I know you were hesitant before, but would you be willing to let us take care of you? If you come home with us, I promise you--"

"Um, sorry, again, but this is still totally crazy for me," you floundered a bit, mouth open but no words coming out. "I'm still reeling over BTS being in my hospital room right now."

"Ah, right," Jimin leaned back from you, letting go of your hand and smiling sadly, turning towards the door. "It seems we're forgetting now. We were just idols to you at first." He almost hissed the words out as he made for the door.

Hoseok grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him from leaving, "Jimin," he pleaded, only for Jimin to brush his hand off his shoulder and keep walking.

"No, it's fine, hyung. It's okay. Of course we couldn't come here and expect her to magically remember everything we've been through together." He turned to you, eyes watery. "It was nice seeing you, love. If you don't want this, if you don't want us... then it's okay. It's your choice." He smiled despite the tears that started to fill his eyes and walked quickly into the hall. Taehyung followed him, calling after him in worry.

Hoseok noticed the upset look on your face as you watched them both leave, sad that you made Jimin cry. He moved to take Taehyung's place, quickly comforting you with a squeeze to your hand. "Don't feel bad. He was the most worried about you after Jungkook. Not just about your injuries, but, once the nurses told us you might be missing memories he was... well, you saw how he was."

You blinked, the barrage of information and emotions you've experienced since waking up making you start to tear up. You felt so guilty that you couldn't remember the memories they seemed to treasure, that you weren't the girl they knew anymore. "I'm so sorry. I wish I could remember, I promise I do, I just--"

Jin smoothed your hair back from you face, tucking it behind your ear and starting to carress your hair in a relaxing rhythm. "Don't worry too much about it. You take all the time in the world to remember and we will be right by your side. If you want us to be..." he trailed off and your heart panged again. They seemed to be fully expecting you to boot them out of your life.

You felt Jungkook's head on your chest move for the first time since he started crying earlier and looked at him, as he peeked up at you with wet cheeks. "Noona, you won't leave us, will you? Please, just, even if you don't remember, give us another try. You were so happy before we could make you happy again—“

"Jungkook." Namjoon scolded sternly, cutting off the younger as his sentence started to spiral into a desperate plea. "Don't pressure her. She has enough to stress about."

You looked between the two of them, then looked at everyone else, biting your lip hesistantly, before finally saying. "I… I want to remember. I want to see you as more than just BTS, however we were before... This experience must be as hard for you all as it is for me."

"No, baby, this is so much harder for you. We are happy to take a backseat while you recover. Not only do you have your memories to worry about, but you have your leg and your arm, please, just focus on resting." Hoseok assured you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you had to make this right for them. From what you gathered, you were... romantically involved somehow before, and while you weren’t ready to jump back into that immediately, you could definitely be friends with them.

You nodded, then your gaze drifted over to the figure still by the door, who had been completely silent this whole time.

"Yoongi?" You said his name tentatively, seeing him jolt when you called him. "Are you... okay?"

He looked over at you, the beanie on his head pushing his hair into his eyes as he shrugged, his hoodie shrouding him like he was trying to hide in it. "'M fine." He mumbled through the black face mask over his nose.

Your eyebrows furrowed. He didn't seem as happy to see you as the others. Was he not so happy about being here? Were you involved with the rest of them but not him? Did he just not like you? You thought for a moment, wishing now most of all that you could remember what your relationship was like with them before. Were you only dating six out of seven of them for some reason? Did Yoongi hate you?

At the very least, if he was upset because of you, you should try to cheer him up, right? You took a chance, holding your hand out, gesturing for him to come towards you. "You seem lonely all the way over there." You offered him a small smile as he hesitantly pushed off the wall to come to you. He avoided your eyes as he stood by your bedside, and you reached up, pushing his beanie back to see his eyes better. You hoped this wasn't crossing a barrier, but you just wanted to see him smile.

"Hi." You said, lamely, just hoping for him to say something back, anything. He glanced at you for a second, and then down at the ground. "Yoongi, what's wrong? Is this... not okay? Do you not want to be here?" You pulled your hand back from him, slightly worried that maybe you had overstepped, maybe you weren't close with Yoongi the way you apparently were with everyone else, but before you could overthink, he shook his head.

"I just..." his face crumpled, his hands coming up to cover his eyes. "I can't believe you got hurt. I was so worried. Every time I closed my eyes, I just couldn't stop thinking. You must've been in so much pain. I keep thinking of you, crying for help, and we weren't around to save you—“ His voice started to shake and you cut him off before he could work himself up too much.

"Yoongi, don't worry about that. You couldn't have known this would happen." You said hoping to comfort him.

He went silent again at that and you reached up again, wiping off the tears you could reach. You laughed despite the situation. "Look at me. I don't even remember anything, and yet I have two crying boys on my hands." You said, ruffling Jungkook's hair who still hadn't budged from your chest.

"I guess it's a testament to your caring nature that you can still comfort us without your memories." Hoseok commented. You looked over at him, Namjoon, and Jin standing off to the side watching you comfort Yoongi with content expressions, as if seeing this was a satisfying view, a puzzle piece clicked into place.

"We've been trying to tell him or a while that it wasn't his fault. But I guess he needed to hear it from you." Namjoon sighed in relief.

"And I swear Jungkook, get your face off of her chest! Just because you're sad doesn't mean you get a pass to be a pervert, don't think I haven't noticed you stopped crying already." Jin ranted, scolding the youngest.

Jungkook didn't move away from you, his shoulders starting to shake again, but this time accompanied by muffled little giggles. Jin gasped, scolding him even more in that dramatic way of his and you giggled at the silly chaos that you were getting to experience up close.

A squeak on the tile flooring by the door made you look over, seeing Jimin and Taehyung coming into the room again. "What we laughing about, hmm?" Taehyung asked as he walked back in, Jimin behind him looking calmer, but very red eyed, the puffiness of his face making him look soft.

"Just at Seokjin and Jungkook being silly." You said as they came to surround your bed again. You still weren't completely used to BTS acting close with you, but you could see yourself getting used to it.

Jungkook sighed, moving to nuzzle into your neck. "It's so good to hear you say our names." He mumbled.

"Oh, have we not talked in a while?" You asked, idly stroking a hand through his hair. If you were close before, you'd imagine that you'd talk often, even idols can squeeze in a phone call, right?

"Yeah, you know. Since you've been in the hospital." Namjoon nodded, starting to explain. "There was a long time where you weren't picking up your phone. We were really worried."

"Oh, they didn't tell you? My phone was like, destroyed in the crash. I wouldn't be able to talk to you anyways." You said.

"Thank God we came to see you. You might've forgotten about us completely." Hoseok smiled.

You smiled back, looking around the room, silent for a moment as you reflected on the liveliness they brought. When you first woke up, you were scared and confused, and while you're still confused, you feel lot less lonely. Even thinking back on the part of life you could remember, you had always craved a close bond, always feeling isolated from others.

"I don't think I would've liked that. You all seem so amazing. So much more than I could've imagined. And it seems like we were really close." You said. You paused for a moment, taking them all in like this was a dream. "You're really all mine?" You asked in disbelief.

"All yours baby." Jimin hummed, all of them looking at you in the same dreamy way you were looking up at them.

Namjoon cleared his throat, speaking up again. "Darling, I know all this is overwhelming, and please take as long as you need to think about it, but I really do think you should reconsider staying with us longterm." He said again, and this time you felt less reluctant.

"But what about your careers? I'd be dragging you down, my leg will make it hard to travel, I'll need so much extra care." You looked down at your foot, the toes you can’t even wiggle all wrapped in a cast.

"And we're willing to give it to you, princess. We go back on tour in five months, meaning we could be with you for the all the time it takes for you heal from your broken leg and the physical therapy before we have to be on tour again. We have the best doctors in the world ready to take care of you. Just say the word and let us take you out of here, love." Jin said, clasping your hand in between his.

"I'll also be recovering my memory. I won't remember anything, I'll have to relearn everything I did these past three years." You added.

"There's no need to rush. We'll be waiting patiently, and if you never recover your memory, that's okay, too. We'll help you fill in the gaps one day at a time." Taehyung smiled.

You looked around at all their expectant faces, looking at the men who claim to have so much love for you. No, they did love you. They had to have. Looking at the emotion plain in their eyes, how they treated you, and held you like you were precious to them, the way they offered to take care of you despite their busy careers. Why shouldn't you trust them?

"I'll think about it." You said instead, but you may as well had said you caught lightning in a bottle because the got just as excited, their eyes all lighting up in happiness.

"You really mean it, baby?" Jungkook entered the conversation again, asking like it was too good to be true. His doe eyes looked up at you and you nodded, smiling.

"Yes. If I really wouldn't be a burden, I'd be happy to, but I wanna take some time to get reacquainted with everything, catch up with the people in my life." You explained, still hoping to call your mom and see what she might know about your old life. You hadn’t talked in a while from what you could remember, but maybe that has changed.

"Of course, please feel free to do so." Namjoon said.

"If your phone was destroyed, you'll need a new one! Let's go get you a new one!" Jimin cheered, already pacing towards the door with Taehyung on his heels.

"You don't have to--" your pleas fell on deaf ears, because they left the room quicker than you could finish your sentence. You chuckled despite yourself. This would take some getting used to, but you felt like things were changing for the better.

And if you didn't notice the sneaky smiles they boys were exchanging over your head, well, what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. Yet.

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chapter 3~a night on the town

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A/N: hi everyone! this song is what I thought would be playing in a certain part of the story. I'll put a * at the part. yes, it's minecraft but i could care less bc it’s very calming and dreamy. i also quickly want to say thank you so much for the love on nauseous like it truly means a lot and it’s what’s keeping me going :’) if anyone could give a lesson in tumblr fanfic writing tho that would be great bc i feel like such a grandma xD thank you again for reading and enjoyyy :)

Category: fluff

CW: smoking weed (i don’t encourage this but please smoke responsibly if u ever do!)

Word Count: 1545

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You're suddenly in a beautiful part of the park. You didn't see this on your little mini tour, but it was magical. Spencer took you over to a giant tree on a small hill off the pond. The light from the moon made the water twinkle as the two of you sat under the tree. You felt like you were in a fairytale, and this was like a forest filled with fairy magic. It had rained a bit sometime in the late afternoon, so the ground beneath you and the leaves on the trees sparkled with dew drops. The sight of it all filled you with wonder. The night hadn't even really started yet and already you wished the sun never came up again. This couldn't end.

Spencer sat against the tree as he rummages through his bag to find his pen. "I'm speechless," You said as you sat down diagonal of him, "This place is breathtaking."

"I tend to come by here to read when I can't sleep or during the day having trouble on a case," said Spencer, "I found this spot around the time I first joined the BAU. It keeps me grounded."

You grab your pen out of your bag and hold it in your hands, waiting for Spencer. He finally finds his in the bottom of his bag and takes it out. You click your pens on and Spencer froze, not knowing what to do.

"Do we...cheers?" He asks, "Like we do when we drink?"

"Not usually, no," you chuckled, "But if you want to we can."

"You sound like you've done this before, Y/N."

"Meh, I experimented a bit in high school and college. But I never did it everyday like my classmates. Just here and there if I was really stressed."

Spencer brings his pen close to yours. "Well, cheers!" He says awkwardly.

"Cheers!" You giggle.

You both take three or four hits. On the last hit, Spencer started coughing. "Did you accidentally take a really big hit?" You ask.

"I think-" He coughs again, "-so!"

After his little coughing attack, you both laugh. You shift your weight onto your elbows. Legs straight out, you let the high take over your body. Spencer puts his head against the tree. He takes a couple more hits and let's it hit him. You start to feel the tingles again through your body and your eyes getting heavy.

"I wonder what the percentage of these carts are," you said, "I should ask Garcia."

"It must be a lot if I already feel like I smoked a whole blunt by myself."

"Well I was gonna that it's just because you're a beginner so you'll be a lightweight, but now you sound like you've done this before, Doctor."

"I swear I just know my research! I've never smoked before last night."

"Mmhmm, surrrre," you said as you started to get up from the ground, using the tree as support, "I'm sure it was just for that paper."

You grab your bag and rub the grass and dirt that was on your pants. You give a hand to Spencer as he gets up and you start heading outside of the park. You both stood there, looking around. "So, is there anywhere you'd like to revisit?"

You think for a moment. "How about the Lincoln Memorial?"

"Perfect!"

He lends his arm out and you link yours with his as you walk to the Lincoln Memorial. There was a nice cool breeze as you walked under the city lights, your blurry vision making it feel like you were in a movie. You looked up at Spencer and saw that his eyelids were a little bit lower than usual. You felt panic hit you as you unlock your phone and open snapchat. Turning the flash on, you look at the top of your phone and took a photo. You looked at your eyes and noticed they were a bit pink, but nothing to worry about.

"You ok?" asked Spencer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My eyes get red easily when I'm high so I'm just checking."

"My dear, you look quite marvelous if I do say so myself!" He says, using a british accent, which made you laugh.

Finally, you made it to the memorial. You debated on climbing all those steps to the top, but Spencer made a bet that he could beat you to the top, and you weren't going to back out of a challenge. You both speed up the steps but Spencer beats you.

"Who's the pussy now, huh?" Spencer teases from what you said the night before, out of breath.

You put your hands on your knees, trying to catch yours. "Very funny, Doctor."

Once your breathing went back to normal, you slowly walked closer to the statue, admiring it. "You know," you began, "While my love for crime fighting was my whole life, I had a small interest in President Lincoln. I have no clue why, but I've been reading books about him since I was 4."

You paused for a moment, then turned around to face Spencer. "I have a fact for you, Doctor," you began, but then Spencer cut you off.

"You know you can call me Spencer or Spence, right? Come to think of it, you're the only one who calls me Spence."

"Ok, well Spence,"  you restated, "Have you heard of the theory that he might've been a closeted gay or bisexual man?"

"No actually, I haven't heard much on it only that it was debunked."

"That is true, but if it wasn't debunked I'd see him more as a closeted bisexual man, not gay."

"Why do you say that?" asked Spencer.

"Because people always forget about it. Bisexuality is real. He truly loved Mary with all his heart and would do anything for her, but I'm sure he questioned his sexuality at some point and just never went deeper into it."

You paused again, seeing if he was paying attention. You then turn back to face Lincoln and continued, "Take Freddie Mercury, for example. Now when he came out to his Mary, he came out as bisexual. But the public just took it as that he was gay because bisexuality wasn't seen by the public as a real sexuality, even Mary. It makes me angry at how long biphobia went on for. As someone who is bisexual, I don't want to feel like a ghost. I want to feel real."

Spencer slowly walks up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He turns you around and you look up at him with glassy, pink-colored eyes. "Y/N, you are real. Everything about you is to me."

You put your hand on top of his, not breaking the look into each other's eyes. Or well, what you could see through his eyelids.

*The two of you then headed down the steps carefully and continue on your tour. But it slowly ended as you ended up walking down the empty streets. At one point, you ended up on cobble road. The two of you were pretty baked, as you would take more hits whenever no one was looking or there weren't too many people walking or driving. Spencer began to act like he was on a tight rope as he walked along parking blocks. He held your hand for support, trying not to fall and twist his ankle.

*You felt content. You never really experienced something like this before, but you always dreamt about it. You never really went out much when you were in school. You focused all your time in your room, working  on schoolwork and keeping up with what Rossi was doing in the BAU and the cases they were working on.  Rossi was like an idol to you. Ever since you met him, you wanted to do what he was doing; Saving people and getting the bad guys, protecting citizens. But you always dreamt of having an adventure like this with a true friend, and even though you had only known Spencer for a week now, he already was like that true friend.

*But you were also feeling something more. There was something about Spencer holding your hand that just felt...right. It was so hard to explain, even to yourself as you tried to figure out what you were feeling exactly. Maybe it was just the high you were feeling, but looking at his face, Spencer seemed to be quite cute. So cute, that you felt butterflies.

*He jumps off a parking block under a tall street lamp and grabs your other hand in his. He looks down to you as you look up. Finally, his lips lock with yours and you don't stop him. You kiss him back as your arms wrapped around each other, feeling every inch of each other's bodies.

Spencer breaks the kiss and cups your face in his hands. "Do you want to continue our little fun we had the other night?" he asked, almost in a raspy tone.

You nodded and kissed him again.

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Not Over Yet

Idols: Minkyung and Yaebin (Hinapia/Pristin)

Prompt: could y’all do a poly scenario with a fem reader and Roa and Rena from Pristin? The reader tries to comfort them bc they’re upset over Pristin’s hiatus, so like angst with a fluffy ending? maybe cuddling in their dorm at night? thank you!

Writer: Admin Lee

A/N: Pristin was my ult group, and they still hold a special place in my heart, however, I’m over the moon that Hinapia is succeeding and I hope the best for the rest of the Pristin members!  Also, I know this request was sent during their hiatus, but since it has passed, I’m doing it about their disbandment :,( Hopefully you’ll enjoy it tho!

When the announcement came that Pristin was to disband, it was both an intense shock and awful tragedy for all of the girls in the group. It was completely out of the blue as well, because after months of being on hiatus, they hung on every word the company told them about their future as a group; but it seems it was all just a lie to keep them placated, looking forward to something that would never come. They had found out together, in a conference room, the news not even being told to them by the CEO himself. There was nothing that any of them could do or say to reverse the decision, either. It was done. Pristin was over. 

Minkyung and Yaebin had come home to you broken, unable to hold themselves together anymore as they had in front of the younger ones like Siyeon or Sungyeon. It was hard on all of them, yes, but the older ones knew that idols had a shelf life. They weren’t old by any means, but the momentum they had from being named Rookie of the Year in 2017 was probably long gone by now, and they had been kept away from any publicity for so long… How could they possibly bounce back from this? 

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“What are you planning to do now?” You started, setting down the mugs of tea that you carried on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

“I- I don’t know… Maybe go back to school? I’m not sure what I want to do anymore, I thought Pristin would last longer than this..” Minkyung replied despondently, looking at her hand intertwined with Yaebin’s as her vision became blurry from tears yet to roll down her cheeks. 

Yaebin stayed quiet for a moment, rubbing her thumb over Minkyung’s hand and reaching for yours across the coffee table. 

“It’s difficult,” She started with a strained voice, raw from crying, clearing her throat before continuing. “It’s really hard to think about what comes next. I can hardly even wrap my mind around the fact that we’re over - that Pristin is over.” 

You were speechless. It was hard enough as it is to see the two people you loved the most in this world seem so lost. Being a part of Pristin was far more than a career to them, they loved the girls they worked with, the fans, and the music they were able to work on together and share with the world. Having no insight as to what it was to be an idol, trying to offer advice would most likely be the least helpful. But you were here nonetheless, to listen and comfort them however you could. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that your company did this to you.. I know how much the group meant to both of you,” You said, moving from the other side of the table to join them on the couch. “But you’ll get through this, I know you will.”

You then moved to hug them both, wrapping your arms around the girls and holding them for a while. 

After a few minutes, you pulled back, giving them a reassuring smile. “Your future is still bright, and full of possibilities, who knows what’s going to come next?”

-

There you stood, watching Hinapia’s debut stage at ShowChampion. It was almost unreal, seeing them debut again, under a new company and a new group, but they loved it. Minkyung and Yaebin were both ecstatic when they discovered that once again, they would be on stage together, along with Kyungwon, Eunwoo, and their new addition, Bada. 

Their time as idols wasn’t over yet, and you were excited to see what was in store for all three of you as a new chapter of your life began. 

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1/2 I have a lot to say about shawn omg I studied PR and artist management post graduation and let me tell you.. I profiled him for a work project and did research all over his fandom and his social media and stuff. His fans are insane and it’s because when he was younger hell...even up until late 2018 he was so open and was always on social media talking to them and shared so much of himself to him... as he got older and grew up they would go way too far in some senses like I know a lot of

younger fan girls are a bit much but they would lose their minds over everything he did, harass any girl he was pictures or videod with. Last summer at a club there was a grainy video of him kissing a blonde and then holding hands. She was a nobody.. fans found her instagram just from a blurry video, harassed her until she went private and then suddenly she unfollowed shawn and they never hung out again. They even do this with his Toronto friends as well. It’s really sick. They hold him to a weird super high standard that they don’t even realize is super damaging to someone like shawn; who is a people pleaser. He feel he owed every last thing in his life to fans so he doesn’t want to scold them. I hate camila but they’ve body shamed and slut shamed her, created a fake baby bump pic and spread it all around twitter they’re insane. They also can’t handle him completely shutting them out.. he’s totally inactive now and taking his first real break in 5 years and half of them are “unstanning” him because they think he doesn’t care about them. And then when there is content of him they can’t handle the fact that maybe he doesn’t care about his looks Aton right now and not keeping up with the gym and his hair. They’re trashing him basically bc they don’t find him attractive anymore and they’ve deemed “he’s changed, it was much better in 2018” meanwhile in 2018 he was on medication for anxiety, under way too much pressure and not coping well etc.. like toxic AF

Oh wow this is just.....wow....