#sorry if this comes off as bitchy im just like. i feel like im failing a color blindness test. i do not see any of this fanon version of hi

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Maybe 🔥 meme for Primo?

they had to kill twitter circles specifically so i would stop screaming in there about bad primo takes but now i run LOOSE. FREE. I WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

🔥like. ok. listen. the sheer amount of primo takes i have seen that boil him essentially down to "delicate sexy pouty catty waifish femboy" make my FUCKING HEAD SPIN. I DONT. GET IT!!!! i dont understand how primoplacido yugioh 5ds is somehow one of the most consistently mischaracterized yugioh characters i've ever fucking seen. why him!!! it's like people saw the white heels and immediately fell victim to an incurable horny brain fungus (even though. like. i dont even think he picked those heels. if anything that was Z-one's choice. and also Aporia has them too and yet why dont i see people lusting after them on him.) (i know why it's because primo's canon appearance is something twink adjacent and aporia's isnt) (anime fans are very often not terribly slick, im finding)

a lot of yugioh characters fall victim to "the fandom version of this character is just some shit yall made up" but primo is by far the weirdest instance of it, especially since he's not a terribly popular character to begin with so the fanwork well is already NOT VERY BIG. and that in general just always frustrates me a little-to-a-lot. I JUST DONT KNOW WHY HE GETS FUMBLED SO BADLY. i want an MLA formatted essay arguing where this Delicate Prissy Prettyboy Primo is in the 5D's narrative text. point to it and show me where it is, show me where it's a supposed consistent part of his character.grabs you and squeezes your shoulders with wild eyes. im being SO good im not even getting into the bee thing i already went off about the bee thing.

I JUST. This guy is a maladjusted permanent robotic manchild who turns into a FUCKING MOTORYCLE MONSTROSITY, he's aggressive and unpleasant to be around, he commands robots that make people crash their bikes and end up in the hospital. He thinks his little butler RPing is sooOOooo clever. He fucked up his duel so bad he died. He is a WEIRDASS FREAK ANGELROBOT, he's practically CARTOONISH, and i just wish people saw his little things like liking strawberries in the Tag Force games and Wisel Top 3's bizarre gerbil-ish design and interpreted them as "oh it's really silly that this unwell robot from the future has this trait, what a funny juxaposition" instead of immediately jumping to "im going to make this his entire personality and not actually comprehend literally any of his other actions." he is SUCH AN INTERESTING CHARACTER AND I FEEL LIKE IM LOSING MY MIND AND IM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THE DEPTHS OF IT ALL!!! GRAAAHH

like man he is not even Catty when he's upset he starts snapping and snarling like an unsocialized pit bull he might as well be punching a hole in the drywall. revisit the assigned reading and see me after class.

[skullvgirl]

"A DARK GIFT" ( 024 )

𝜗𝜚 warnings ;; fem reader, ooc, sub chigiri, pathetic chigiri, bitchy chigiri

𝜗𝜚 incl ;; vampire!chigiri :3

𝜗𝜚 ans ;; i just finished interview with a vampire, and such the idea

vampire!chigiri who feels your figure wandering through his turf and wonders what a little human girl is doing in the forbidden forest.

vampire!chigiri who isn't surprised when you come knocking at his door, shocked to see that anyone was living here.

vampire!chigiri who takes you in with ease and failing to realize that centuries have passed since the last time a human has entered his home and tries too feed on you after you've bathed.

you slap his hands away with surprising strength and quickly back away from where you had been standing before. ready to sprint at the door chigiri sets his pride aside and finds himself racing after you ( catching up too you more quickly than you could indicate) and subsequently apologizes for his actions.

"wait—! wait don't leave, Im sorry its my fault, I haven't had any interaction—let alone in so long it's made me a bit crazy, in the olden days many humans would come as offerings, not that, that has anything to do with you but—" he went on like this for a while longer and before he could continue his ramblings you cut him off with a loud "Okay I forgive you!"

chigiri didn't know what too say now that he had embarrassed himself. "w-would you like some tea?"

nowadays you wish you had said no.

vampire!chigiri who clings too you like his life support, making sure your as comfortable as possible at all times.

vampire!chigiri who grazes his teeth on your neck when he wants a kiss, you revels when you shudder at his breath.

vampire!chigiri who moans when you want too leave, clinging too your legs and begging you too stay, who says he would rather die tgan let you leave without him.

vampire!chigiri who cries when you get angry with him, letting the fat tears roll down his cheeks to convince you he's the one being hurt by this.

vampire!chigiri who doesn't let anyone else speak too you, happily cuddling up too your warm body after slicing the officers neck who was supposedly looking for you.

vampire!chigiri who likes being bratty too you so you pull his hair and make him repeat whatever it is that he did. ( which he almost always does ).

vampire!chigiri who is a lightweight off your blood, who almost came at the first taste of your red cells and who can't handle more than one liter of it now.

vampire!chigiri who speaks so passionately about your future and can't wait to have children of your own, rubbing your tunny softly with the thought of his offspring warming in your belly.

vampire!chigiri who realizes he wants to be with you forever, who can't stand tge thought of being a day without you and at the ripe age of 174 decides he would make you a vampire.

"a gift." he said, quietly pulling you closer too him so that you were sprawled on your back.

"a gift?" you asked softly, blissed out on the previous activitys the two of you had committed.

he kisses your naked breast gently. "a dark gift."

vampire!chigiri who only coo's at your frustrations when you're retching and suffering begins, telling you how time will pass before you know it and soon all will be well.

vampire!chigiri who can't stand too see you this way, rebellious and spiteful towards him.

vampire!chigiri who decideds on locking you up for the time being, unti you can calm down and won't run away at the very least.

vampire!chigiri who isn't surprised too see your chains broke just a few hours later and gleams when he spots you ravishing a poor human boy who wandered just a bit too far for his own good.

"enjoying your gift mi amor?" you turn around quicker than you ever could have done in your human body and then look back too the boy.

you begin crying.

he shakes his head, patting your shoulder as you cling too the only thing you know now. "w-what—why would you do this too me!"

"ah, but it was not me who did this my love, you did go after the boy you not? chasing him when you thought too give him a chance?"

you continued sobbing and chigiri rubbed your back slowly, "there there, your alright now. everything is gonna be okay." he picked you up gracefully and you wondered, had he always been this strong?

"you're okay, you've done nothing wrong, trust me. i know best."

[nahalism]

“There are people in the world who do vile things” well statistically, it’s males meaning men who do most of those “vile things”, you have every right to not believe me but I doubt the Federal Bureau of Investigation is making it all up with their statistics. It’s not what “some men” do to women, every man is an active participant in a patriarchal society men aren’t the victims under this patriarchal society, even the good men benefit from the systematic violence and oppression that women are constantly subjected to. I’m sure you have other female friends, so if it’s just “some men” why does EVERY single woman and girl over the age of 14 (sometimes even younger) has a story of rape or sexual assault or sexual harassment? I’m sorry, I’m not trying to “spew” rhetoric or make you change your mind on anything but I don’t think you’re as aware as you say you are and I don’t mean to be rude or snarky or bitchy saying this (I hope I’m not coming off that way sincerely, I know I can but this subject touches me) and as for the “having a son” I don’t ever want kids, I would never want to have a child when there’s more ugly than beauty in this world, this ain’t no world for a child so really don’t worry about yet another child being unwanted and mistreated, I’m usually more wary of people that want kids because when a child is being abused its always someone close to them more likely a parent. I don’t think of children as having cruel motives, I don’t look at a male child and think “he’s gonna be a rapist” I think that the people kids grow up to be is just a reflection of how WE as a collective whole, as a society have failed them. I’m not saying men are inherently evil, I don’t believe that either cause that would take away accountability, they make the choice to view women as less and to treat us as less, men are every bit capable of empathy and love but a lot of them don’t choose that, enough of them don’t choose that, that it’s dangerous to live as a woman in any country of the world, now come on now.( and when I say “‘men” I mean the class of men, not every individual man, just like when we say “white people” it’s obviously not every white person in existence)

i saw this and didnt want to reply, but i said i thought more of these conversations needed to take place and so here we go. — i dont think your rude or snarky and i take no offence to you having your opinion. however i do think your ignorant. and i dont say that to belittle you. there are things im ignorant about aswell. but i say it because you clearly dislike tate right? one of the main criticisms many level at him is that he holds derogatory opinions of women simply because he was hurt by one. if the same was said to a women it would be largely accepted that its because its easy to diminish and erase the lived experiences and feelings of women. but its been easy to diminish his pain in the same way, because given the history you reference, its almost as if when men suffer, particularly white men, they deserve the pain they are only now reaping, because its merely fraction of what they've sowed, and because its a consequence of experiencing reality without having the benefit of the privileges they previously profited from as their aid. the ugly truth is nobody is listening or seeing truth, only what feeds their feelings snd perspectives, thus their interests. humans are diminishing the suffering of other beings all day long, whether it be the rich and the poor, different ethnic groups, academics versus blue collar workers, people with different political interests, the pain of the animals, and the imbalances in our habitat, and on and on and on. that practice is futile and serves the interest of very few who profit off of that discord between us. but it does not profit us or offer a solution to ending this cycle. the bigger issue with tate is that he is not only a chauvinist, but he, through the weaponising of information that holds fragments of truth (how to get money, how to build muscles, how to 'rise and grind') tries to employ others into seeing what he says as the sole truth and as such coerce them, through what seems to be reason, into believing what he has to say. you have just done the exact same thing. whilst you have backtracked from 'not all men are bad' to it now being 'some men', you have attempted to make me feel like my opinion is not valid because i am mis or under informed. that, in itself, is a form of patriarchal debating (erasure) and serves to push and promote your agenda whilst quieting my voice and opinion, which you not only asked for, but then used as a springboard to spread your truth as a truth. what you are doing now is symptomatic of the very patriarchal regime which you have so much distain for. why is it a crime to believe what you believe, and advocate for it (not impose it), whilst letting others believe what they believe and do the same on their end. no one needs to be crushed or cropped out of the discussion. the argument you are a proponent of is merely a different side of the same coin. im not saying your reasons for feeling as you do are not valid, or that you shouldnt believe what you believe. i am saying that i choose a different coin entirely, and that is my prerogative.

i am not the most versed on every single act of terrorism or hatred that has been waged against women. but am educated on the matter and have first hand experience (not that i have to prove myself to anybody) of it. i come from a tribe of women who had fgm forcefully practiced on them, who had marriage and laws used to keep them in servitude to their husbands (upon which they endured many other abuses that im sure you can imagine), and i myself was a victim of sexual assault and grooming from before i hit double digits till the age of 13. (its important to note that the abuse i received was enforced by both men and women). i know about patriarchy and have seen what it reaps up close, but i refuse to hate what hates me for the sake of my anger. i personally (you are free to respond as you choose) want solutions that bring unity and allow me to see each individual for the individual they are and not for who their predecessors left them the legacy of being. i believe its awareness and presence, with love, that brings healing, and we can only unite, if we make space for that healing to begin. so leave me to believe and do my thing as i will. you or any others who feel called to agree or join are free to, or are free to leave. all i will say, is be mindful of your assumptions, of your bias, and of the conclusions you draw as a consequence of them. it can lead to dangerous beliefs, and as such actions. the only wars i will wage are those that bring more love. peace to you and yours

[nichuuu]

Sociopath: Prologue

3rd person POV

"How much longer do you think she's gonna last?" Chaeyoung whispers to Dahyun as they watch Nayeon talk to her secretary.

"Judging by how fast her mouth is moving, about 5 more minutes," Dahyun replies.

"I say 5 seconds," Cheyoung smirks.

"Loser buys makgeolli for the other?"

"That's a bet Tofu." Chaeyoung says as they continue to stare.

"Watch this...5...4...3...2...1," Chaeyoung counts down. Sure enough, when she hits 1, Nayeon's secretary stands up and starts yelling. Dahyun groans and smacks the table.

"Neurin Maeul Makgeolli, it's Minari's favourite," Chaeyoung smirks as she pats Dahyun's shoulder.

"I'm never gonna financially recover from this," Dahyun sighs as she returns to her monitor. The door to Nayeon's office swings open and out comes a furious secretary. She slams her id on the counter of the front desk.

"I am sick of this shit. Fuck this whole company and most importantly, fuck that bitch. I quit!" She screams before storming off.

"Damn...she was doing so well, 3 weeks!" Chaeyoung muses as she stamps a big red "TERMINATED" on the now ex-secretary's file.

"Looks like she couldn't handle feedback," Nayeon's cold echos as she approaches the two girls.

"E-E-Evening Miss Im," the two workers stammer.

"Get a replacement secretary for me."

"W-W-Would you like a-a-a specific gender?" Dahyun shakily asks.

"Personally I don't give a fuck. Male, Female, Attack Helicopter. Just find someone to replace that useless bitch," Nayeon scoffs before walking back into her office. As soon as the door shuts, Dahyun and Chaeyoung heave a sigh of relief.

"Jesus...how is she so scary yet so bitchy at the same time?" Dahyun sighs as she leans back in her seat.

"I have no idea, Dubu...I have no idea..." Chaeyoung replies.

"So...who do we get?"

The two go silent as they think. Dahyun's eyes light up and she turns to Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung instantly knows what she's thinking.

"No Dahyun, don't rope him into this."

"Aw come on! You know he can take it! He's qualified!"

"But still, we shouldn't put him through this! He's too nice!"

Dahyun sighs and grips her co-worker and friend's shoulders.

"Chaeng, we both know that he may just be the only one who can handle Nayeon's attitude. Who knows? Maybe he'll change her life too? Didn't he get you to quit smoking?"

Chaeyoung goes silent as she thinks.

"Alright fine...we'll talk to him later."

Dahyun smiles and pumps her fist.

"Trust me. He'll do fine."

"I'll take your word for it Dubu," Chaetiung huffs as she gets back to work. Deep down, she knew that he just might be the one who could warm that icy woman's heart and maybe make her feel something...

***

I groan in frustration as a familiar sentence greets me again.

We are sorry Mr Park Sang-woo, but your application for the job has been rejected.

It was 10pm, I had just gotten back from multiple failed interviews and this doesn't make anything better.

"Today just isn't my day," I sigh as I slump on the couch. I hear the door unlock and I don't need to turn my head to know who it is.

"Welcome back girls," I say as Dahyun and Chaeyoung enter our shared apartment.

"What's up, Squid Game?" Dahyun says as she walks towards the kitchen.

"Multiple failed interviews and a rejected job application. Not much...you?"

"Oh damn...that sucks," Charyoung says as she plops herself down on the armchair on my right.

"You could say that again," I huff as I bury my face  into my hands. Fuck...when was I ever going to find a job?

"Well maybe this piece of news will cheer you up then. Dubu and I got a job for you."

I have never sat up so fast in my life.

"Jinja?"

"Yup...in fact we can get you started tomorrow if you're okay with it."

"W-wha? No interview?"

"Nope, not all."

"Holy shit...this is too good to be true!" I exclaim happily. But that happiness soon fades as I see Chaeng fiddling with her dress.

"I'm sensing there's a but..." I start.

"Yes...quite a big but..."

I sigh. Good things can never come alone can't they?

"Let's hear it then," I continue as I lean back on the sofa, preparing myself for the worst.

"So uh...you see...the person that you're gonna be working for...is a a bit of a..."

"Bitch," Dahyun completes.

"That's not what I was aiming at but that works. Yes, she is a bitch, so I want you to be prepared that you may get some...emotional damage," Chaeng continues.

"Aren't all bosses bitches..." I muse as I sip my water.

"What even is this position anyway?"

"Secretary of our CEO."

I choke on my water.

"The fuck?" I say. The two girls nod.

"Yup. You're gonna be a secretary if you accept the job."

"H-How much am I gonna be paid?"

"Show him Dubu."

Dahyun produces an Ipad from her bag and hands it to me. On the device we're details of the job and ho lee was I liking what I saw.

"It'd be an idiotic move to not accept! I'm in!" I exclaim. The two girls look at each other.

"You sure?" Chaeyoung confirms.

"Yea! I mean, I've interacted with assholes before, I don't think a bitchy CEO is too much for me to handle!" I say confidently. They exchange a look and shrug.

"Alright then...just don't come crying to us if you don't like it," Chaeyoung says.

"And try not to quit after 2 days," Dahyun adds.

Surely it can't be that bad...right?

***

"Rise and shine shitter! You don't wanna be late for your first day of work do you!"

I groan as I open my eyes to see Chaeyoung standing over me.

"Get up sleepyhead, let's get a move on!" She exclaims before grabbing my arm and yeeting me up right in my bed.

"Alright alright! Jeez, is this how you wake Mina up as well?" I huff as I throw my blanket off myself.

"Nope, I normally just make out with her till she wakes up, but that's besides the point. Move your ass!" she says. She leaves me with a painfully slap on my back before walking out. What a way to start the day...

I shuffle over to my cabinet to get my outfit for today. I get into the shower and get washed up and ready for work. A few minutes later, I come out, dressed and ready. I walk out of my room and head into the dining room where Dahyun was preparing breakfast (without burning down the kitchen...somehow...)

"Holy shit...when did you learn to cook Dubu?" I question as I drape my suit over the back of one of the chairs.

"Someone's gotta cook for Sana without burning down the kitchen," she replies as she puts an egg on the last plate and brings it over.

"This looks surprising edible," Chaeyoung chimes as she ties her hair up.

"Ya! Don't doubt my culinary skills!" Dahyun scolds as she sets down the cutlery for us. I gratefully accept it and take a bite out of the scrambled eggs.

"Holy shit...this is really good Dahyun!" I exclaim as I take another bites

"Thank you! Finally someone appreciates my talent!" Dahyun smirks as she shoots a look at Chaeng, who was eating the egg as well.

"Fine...you win...but you still owe me that bottle of Makgeolli," Chaeyoung retorts. I raise an eyebrow.

"Makgeolli?"

"Yup! We made a bet yesterday to see how long the previous secretary could last while getting chewed out by Nayeon. I obviously had the galaxy brain, so I won and she now owes me a bottle of Neurin Maeul Makgeolli," the little cub says triumphantly.

"There's no specific date to get it by right?" Dahyun asks.

"Preferably before my anniversary with Mina," Chaeyoung answers.

"Fuck...that's 2 days after payday..." Dahyun groans.

"That's on you Dubu, you didn't play your cards right."

"Sang-woo! Talk her out of this please."

"She's right Dubu," I say flatly. Dahyun gasps and feigns offence.

"Park Sang-woo! I hope you stay single for the rest of your life!" She huffs.

"Already am," I chuckle as I take a sip of my coffee.

"Aish quit it you two! Just finish eating and let's go before we get yelled at by Nayeon!" Chaeyoung interjects. We follow her orders and shovel the remaining bits of eggs into our mouths before cleaning up. We get our things and head down to the first floor where Chaeyoung's girlfriend was waiting for us in her car.

"Morning baby!" Chaeyoung chirps as she slides into the front seat.

"Morning my little cub," Mina smiles as she brings Chaeyoung into a kiss. They stay connected for a long time as Dahyun and I awkwardly buckle our seatbelts. Dahyun clears her throat and the two break away.

"Hell...don't you two need air?" Dahyun giggles.

"Please Dubu, you do the exact same with Sana," Mina retorts with a sly grin. The pale girl blushes and looks out the window.

"Just drive," she huffs. Mina and Chaeng laugh and the car starts moving.

"So you're gonna be Nayeon's new secretary?" Mina says as she looks at me through the rear-view mirror.

"Yup."

Mina nods and I see something flash behind her eyes. Was that pity?

"I believe that Chaeng has warned you about her...habits?"

"Yeah, I have heard the stories."

"Sang-woo...you'll be her 25th secretary  this year...did you know that?" Mina continues.

My eyes go wide.

"T-T-Twenty fifth?" I stammer. Mina nods solemnly.

"All 24 before you quit because they couldn't stand her...but the thing is...they didn't get to know her better and see her true personality...so I need you to promise me this: Give her time...I know that you might just be the one who has the patience to keep up with her. Don't get mad at her, she has her reasons," Mina rambles.

"Okay...I will..."

"Promise me Sang-woo."

"I promise."

"Good..."

"Geez babe, how do you always try to see the good in people?" Chaeng smiles as she kisses her girlfriend's cheek.

"I dunno. Maybe you should try it too baby," Mina replies.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," Dahyun comments.

"Dahyun, Sana literally gropes you in public and we don't say anything," Chaeyoung challenges. I suppress a laugh as Dahyun is defeated by words once again. After a few minutes, we finally reach what I assume is the work place and Mina pulls into the parking lot. She parks and we all get out of the car and we all get out. We get into the lift and take it to the top floor.

"Just wait here Sang-woo, Nayeon should be here soon," Dahyun says as she gestures to a chair. I take a seat as Dahyun takes her place behind the front desk.

"See you later babe," Chaeyoung says as she kisses her girlfriend.

"See you later baby beast. Come over later and we can have some fun~" Mina teases. Chaeyoung goes full red and Mina giggles before walking off.

"God she's just like Sha," Dahyun muses.

"To be fair, they're best friends," Chaeyoung replies.

Suddenly, the lift dings and I see the girls tense up. The lift door opens, revealing a well dressed lady.

 "Good morning Nayeon!" Chae and Dahyun say to her. She doesn't greet them back and simply stares them down.

"Have you found my replacement secretary?" She asks, her tone icy.

"N-N-Ne! H-H-He's right there," Dahyun stammers as she points at me. Nayeon elegantly whips around to face me. I stand out and stretch my hand forward.

"Hello Nayeon-ssi, I'm-"

"Don't care. Follow me," she interjects before walking down the hall. I blink a few times, processing what happened. I look at Dahyun and Chaeyoung and they shrug.

"Good luck," Chaeyoung says as she gestures for me to follow Nayeon. I snap out of my daze and quickly run in the direction Nayeon went in. I catch up to her and walk behind her silently. She scans a card against a reader and swings open the glass door. I follow her in and she stops in the centre of the room. She whips around to face me, her hair falling perfectly around her shoulders.

"That's your desk, you'll be doing most of your work from there," she says as she points at a desk in the corner of the room. Before I can reply, she continues.

"Now for the rules. One: you will address me as Nayeon. Not Nayeon-ssi, not Miss Im, Nayeon. Understood?"

"N-"

"Two: You will not speak unless spoken two. I can't take it when there's too much noise.

"Y-"

"Finally: you will take all my calls, emails and meeting minutes without a single complaint. If you need to work overtime, do not expect more pay. Capiché?"

"I-"

"Just a yes or no will cut it."

"Y-Yes..."

"Excellent. Get to work," she finishes before walking to her desk.

Okay Chaeng...I see why you call her a bitch now...

I silently walk over to my desk and settle myself down in the chair. I fumble around with the buttons for a bit before finally turning the monitor on.

"What's in my schedule today?" Nayeon asks.

"S-Schedule?"

Nayeon lets out a sigh.

"Yes, my schedule idiot. It's on the desktop labelled in capital letters, are you blind or dumb?" She snaps. I silently find the spreadsheet and open it up, revealing the schedule. I scroll to today's date and begin reciting everything to her. Boy was her day packed with things.

"Is that all?" she asks as I finish reading.

"Yes Miss-I mean Nayeon," I correct myself.

"Alright then, let's get going," she says as she stands up.

"I-I-I'm sorry...where?"

Nayeon rolls her eyes.

"My daily board meeting dipshit, didn't you just read my schedule?" she scoffs. I facepalm myself.

"Right...Mianhaeyo..."

"Don't hit yourself, it kills brain cells and you clearly seem to be in lack of them," she snaps before walking out of the office. I hastily get up from my seat and scramble after her. We get into the elevator and take it a couple of floors down.

"What's your name?" She asks as we descend.

"P-Pardon?"

"Christ...they got me an idiot...I said: What's your name?" She repeats.

"O-Oh...Park Sang-woo," I reply. She goes silent as she stares at me through the reflection of the door.

"I'll be calling you secretary Park," she says, her eyes never leaving the door.

"O-Oka-"

"Did I ask for a response?" she glowers. I lower my head

"Mianheyo," I mutter. She says nothing as the lift doors open and she strides out. I scramble out behind her and follow her into the conference room, where 5 others are waiting inside.

"Let's get this meeting started. Secretary Park, take minutes," she says as she struts up to the front of the room. Shit, I should've brought my laptop...I quickly pull out my phone and open the notes app and get ready to type down whatever she says.

This was gonna be one helluva job...

***

"And with that, we should see a 60% increase in our sales. Any questions?" I finished. Heads shake around the room and I nod. Good.

"Alright then. Meeting adjourned," I say.

"Actually Nayeon...could we talk to you...in private?" Jihyo says as hee eyes dart to my new secretary. I sigh and shoot a glance at him.

"Secretary Park! Out! Now!" I instruct. He nods and hastily stands up and walks out of the room.

"What is it Ji?" I ask once the door shuts.

"It's about...well...your uh...overwhelming number of secretaries," she begins.

"Yea. I've lost count of the number of people who left or have been fired by you Nabong-unnie!" Sana adds.

"Well, you can't exactly blame me, they're all a bunch of idiots who can't take feedback," I defend myself. The girls groan and lean back in their seats.

"This is why they keep leaving Nayeon! It's because you keep thinking that they're idiots! Look...we can't afford to get you another secretary if you don't like this one," Jihyo says.

"Why the hell not?" I ask.

"Because our company's reputation would go down the drain, Nabong! And if our reputation goes down the drain, so will our investors!" Jihyo continues. I sigh and pinch my nose bridge. She was unfortunately right...

"I see...so what do you want me to do?" I continue to press.

"Well...maybe you could be a little...nicer to this secretary?"

"And how do I be 'nice' hm?"

"For starters you could start by not yelling at him when he's literally 5 seconds late. And you could also stop referring to him as an idiot as well."

"The first one is doable, but the second...not so much. Literally everyone is an idiot except me," I reply flatly.

"God...this is why we're your only friends..." Tzuyu mutters. I glare at her. Momo stands up from her seat and walks over to me.

"Unnie...please...I know you can do it...I believe that there's a caring part of Nayeon inside you, you just express it in your own ways that are a little...confusing. But just try okay? If you can do this, maybe we might be able to pull up our reputation," She smiles as she grabs my shoulders. I look into her big eyes that contained nothing but sincerity. Momo has always been a close friend of mine...so she knew how to talk to me to get things through my brilliant mind.

"Alright, fine. I shall try to be...nicer," I mumble. The girls all smile.

"That's good unnie! Shouldn't be too hard especially with this new secretary...he's got the looks," Sana giggles as she stares out the glass panel at my Secretary who was bouncing on his feet while staring towards the lift.

"Keep your horny ass away from my Secretary, you already have Dahyun," I growl. Sana chuckles and nods.

"Yes boss!" she laughs with a mock salute. I sigh and shake my head...does she ever take anything seriously?

"Is that all you need to talk to me about? Please say yes, I've got a meeting outside to attend," I remark as I glance at my watch. I needed to leave soon if I wanted to get to that meeting with Miss Kim on time.

"Yes, that will be all," Jihyo smiles. I nod and walk out of the conference room.

"Secretary Park, let's go," I say as I walk past him. I hear his scrambling footsteps behind me as I walk towards the elevator. He silently stands behind me and drums his fingers against his thigh.

"Stop doing that, it pisses me off," I snap.

"Mianheyo," he says as he quickly takes his hand off his thigh and returns it to his side. I stare at his reflection through the lift door, Sana was right. He was pretty good looking. I examined his facial expression, it was blank, unreadable...just like mine. Most of the secretaries would be showing some form of fear by now, but this guy...he was different.

"Secretary Park?"

"Yes Nayeon?"

"Are you scared of me?"

He goes silent as he thinks.

"No...not exactly," he replies.

That's new.

"Why not?"

"I believe that everyone has a reason for their behaviour and that it takes time to warm up to someone. Being scared of the other party won't help in the growth of the relationship so what's the point of being scared?"

Interesting...I've never heard that before.

"You know secretary Park...I admire you."

"A-Admire me?"

"Yes. I admire your brain especially, it's so placid, simple and unused," I reply. He goes silent and continues to stare straight ahead. Looks like I finally got to him. I smirk smugly as the lift door opens and we step inside. We take it down to the basement and walk towards my Tesla.

"I'll drive," I say flatly as I head to the driver's seat. I unlock the car and we both slide in silently. The doors slam shut and I start up the car before driving us out of the carpark and towards our destination. I consider making some small talk but decide against it so that I could conserve my precious energy for my meeting.

"Have you always been like this Nayeon? So cold...so emotionless?" he asks suddenly.

"Didn't I say to not speak unless I speak to you?"

"Just answer the question Nayeon," He says firmly.

"You're showing quite the attitude Secretary Park," I warn.

"If I'm gonna work well with you, I need to know you better," he continues. Fuck was this guy getting on my nerves!

"Secretary Park-"

"Just answer the damn question!" he snaps. I turn to look at him, expecting to see an expression of anger or irritation, maybe even frustration. But I was surprised to see only concern behind those eyes. I was speechless, no one has ever looked at me that way before.

"Have you always been like this?" he asks again, his tone softer and kinder this time. I return my focus to the road as I feel a strange sensation blooming inside me. What was this feeling?

"Yes, emotions are a sign of weakness, I can't show that I'm weak if I want to be a top tier CEO," I reply as my grip on the wheel tightens. My background was the reason I'm like this today.

I was nothing to my father. He wanted a son, but instead he got a daughter. Naturally, he wasn't happy about that and so what did he do? He neglected me, treated me like I was nothing. He hated me so much to the extent that he tried to kill me in a car crash, but that did nothing but leave my left leg injured and take away the one person in this world that truly loved me, my mother. Once she was gone, I was cast aside, sent to an orphanage to grow up. That's when I learnt that the world was a cruel place where no one could be trusted.

Emotions were something you found on the losing side, a hinderance to success. Numbers and knowledge are things that keep the world going and are the keys to success. That's why instead of busying myself with unnecessary emotions, I occupied my brain with as much knowledge as I could. I read every single book I could lay my hands on, worked on math while the others went out today. They all called me a freak, a psychopath, an emotionless bitch. But I never felt anything towards those names, anger and grief only affects your brain processing power. Now the joke was on them, look where my "freak behaviour," got me. I'm now a successful CEO who built her company from the ground up and now, I'm dominating the korean business scene.

"There's your answer, happy now?" I say. He goes silent and stares out the window.

"Emotions don't make you weak, they make you human," he says after some time. I scoff.

"What do you know? You've been my secretary for about an hour, stop talking to me like you're my friend, cause you're not," I snap. He purses his lips.

"We've got a long way to go..." he mumbles before returning his gaze to the cars whizzing by us.  I don't bother replying as I continue taking us to our destination.

Something about him was different...he wasn't like the others before him.

I like him.

We drive in silence till we reach our destination, a Café where I arranged to meet Miss Kim Jennie. I park my car and we walk into the café. I find a quiet spot for 4 at the outdoor seats of the café and we both settle down.

"Would you like anything to drink Nayeon?" He asks.

"Iced americano with a quarter packet of sugar, you should write that down cause that's how I like my morning coffee," I reply as I pull out my phone. He nods and walks off into the Café to order the drinks. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray with two cups. He lays it down on the table and picks up the sugar packet, staring at it intently before ripping it open and pouring it into my coffee. I watch silently as he slowly tips the packet, letting the white substance to fall into the black liquid.

"There you go Nayeon," he says as he places the cup in front of me. I pick up the straw and stir my drink before sipping it.

"Too sweet, get me another," I say flatly as I push the cup away. He blinks a few times.

"B-But it's still full..."

"I do I seriously need to repeat myself twice? I said get me another!" I snap. He sighs and walks back into the Café.

"Looks like you haven't changed much, Nayeon," a familiar voice says from behind me. I turn and see the CEO of BP fashion walking toward the table with her secretary in tow.

"Can't help it when you're workspace is full of idiots," I reply as I stand up. I stretch out my hand to shake hers but she goes for a hug instead.

"Great to see you again unnie," she says as she releases me from her grasp. She's always been a hugger...

"Good to see you two Jennie. Let's wait for my secretary to get back before we start shall we?" I say as I gesture for her to sit. She accepts and both her and her secretary sit down opposite me. My secretary returns with another cup of coffee.

"Ah...you must be Miss Kim Jennie. I'm Nayeon's secretary, pleasure to meet you," he says with a smile. Jennie extends her hand to shake his and he accepts it. After the small introduction, he sits back down and begins to measure the sugar using his thumb again.

"Let's get started now. Joo-hyun, laptop please," Jennie says. Her secretary pulls out a laptop and starts to type in the passcode.

"Your drink Nayeon," Sang-woo whispers. I stir and take another sip. He got it this time.

"You got it. Now take minutes for the meeting," I hiss. He nods and pulls out his phone again.

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Hello! Author-nim here! Thank you for reading this first chapter of my Nayeon book. I know it may be a little bland but it was mainly to elaborate on Nayeon's character as well as Sang-woo's. Hopefully you'll find the next chapters more interesting! Thanks once again for taking some time off whatever you're doing to read this and I will be back soon!

P.S: Hope you liked the Jennie and Irene cameo :)

P.P.S.S (Or whatever the fuck it is): this story is also on Wattpad, and I’m slowly moving my story here due to the massive purge of Kpop stories on Wattpad. So the rest shld be here soon.

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so like. i'm super curious. how do YOU think the friendship between robin and nancy is gonna start in s4?

ahaha hey i appreciate you wanting my thoughts on this. so keep in mind i really haven't explored the st4 story/theories beyond watching the trailers like once and sorta skimming thru what people say on here. so there's quite a bit of context i could be missing.

very short answer in case you dont actually want my whole rambly thought process about their characters and whatnot (sorry idk how this happened.) i generally agree with the fandom's understanding of them being somewhat bitchy/standoffish at first, but i do think some ppl take it to... an absurd extent... like it comes across like 'women can't interact without fighting/having a rivalry!’ like. they’ve now been described as a ‘dream team,’ there have been enough little moments (mostly from robin) that planted the seeds for them to interact later on, as well as their mutual friendship with barb. so like, this idea that they’re gonna entirely fail to mesh doesn’t work for me lol.

ok i realized i didnt fully answer your actual question till later in this rant so tldr: i think theres a good chance nancy realizes she doesn’t have anyone her age in hawkins that really gets her/what she’s been through once jonathan leaves and kinda awkwardly reaches out to steve and robin in some way. or, she gets pulled into the investigation of the creel house/asylum and she and robin just kinda. pair up. whether by choice or not, really idk which to expect.

generally what i gather from them is they're both leaders. they're very intelligent. we've seen how bright and clever robin is, and nancy is dedicated and similarly smart. a lot of people think they might butt heads, and i think that's possible, but i think it could absolutely be in a way that motivates each other? like i think they could challenge each other’s thoughts and push each other. which would be really advantageous in investigations and whatnot.

i mean, something people overlook in considering them is how theyre...... i don't want to say foils, but like right we have these lines of robin assuming nancy's a priss. she's not like your other friends, and not like nancy wheeler. i think there's a more vulnerable side to robin that we see in that coming out scene, and she might feel insecure in how she relates to other girls/her peers in general? particularly in the 80s. and especially seeing nancy as this pinnacle of a high school cliche, i could see it being a point of discomfort.

meanwhile nancy. well, nancy kinda wants to reject traditional suburban ideals and all, while still absolutely living in the comfort of it (hence the whole jancy fight in s3). i think she needs someone that challenges her and makes her sort of uncomfortable in this. LIKE. im not explaining this well. i don't think robin's throwaway 'priss' line is totally accurate and it'll be really interesting to see that explored outside of the mall battle; at the same time, i think if robin brings that witty/sarcastic humor she had at the beginning with steve to the table, even a little bit, nancy would be thrown off by someone not immediately agreeing and going along with her plans/thoughts.

and that's a good thing imo! for the type of person she is, it obviously is good to have someone willing to collaborate and listen, since she cares so much about what she's doing and does the work to deserve to be heard. but i think a lot of growth could come from her being challenged by robin not always bending to her will. and i also think, given the time to collaborate, they’d both learn to appreciate and respect the others’ intelligence and perspective. that’s just my take.

so. the vibe i have in mind ignoring the plot for a sec. like. i think it'll be very awkward at first. what's interesting is they have a lot of assumptions about each other to break down. like, robin went from the whole priss line to witnessing nancy in the mall fight in one night. and while we don't have a huge indication of where robin is on nancy's radar, im willing to go with the popular fandom belief that she'd be a little confused about her relationship with steve at first. but wouldn't want to ask right away. or maybe she would. idk. point being, she's probably at least sort of on her mind. particularly with jonathan leaving. she seemed to only really be close to barb, and then steve (tho she had some walls up). she hung around tommy h and carol, and ig there's a throwaway line abt a girl named ally, but she doesn't really seem to have a lot of close friends. so like. it could be that she approaches robin at school, or even at her and steve at family video, bc she doesn't really have anyone else in hawkins that gets what she's been through. if not that, and she just floats along with acquaintances, then whenever they're introduced i think it'll be like something ive already mentioned.

rq im gonna dig into something i think a lot of ppl overlook which is what we got from rebel robin. i think she's supposed to be like 15 in it, so obviously she's matured a bit in current canon, but she's this very inquisitive and excitable and passionate kid. she seems to want a lot of answers that she can't always get. naturally likes a challenge. we know who else is like this. ANYWAY nancy also pops up in rebel robin! it sorta throws a wrench in the 'who are you?' line, bc as far as i remember, they acknowledge each other.

and a big one. barb was robin's best friend up until like 6th grade!!!!!!! robin absolutely remembers the girl who replaced her as a best friend (maybe that’s where some of the resentment lies? though it was a long time ago), and nancy was likely aware of robin as well, as unless they had some big falling out, im sure barb and robin were still friendly. there's a good chance they played together as young kids - it's a small town. anyway, they’re connected through barb. in theory at least, it’ll probably be nice for both of them to have someone who understands the grief of losing her.

um another thing about barb. im pretty sure she was gay. right. first of all, queer kids flock together somehow far before that realization, and like, the sulking after the fight with nancy? the fashion? idk. anyway, i really don't think nancy would've been totally thrown by barb if she ever had the chance to come out. it might've been something she had to learn about and sit with, but i personally think ultimately it would've been fine. i know some people even ship them or at least suspect a one-sided crush. so, this idea that she'd be a total dick to robin abt it just doesn't line up with me. also, like, if it's a popular fandom belief that mike is bi/gay, and it's essentially canon that will is, we've seen how much she loves them! im not saying a equals b, im just saying dont rush to say she couldn't ever get it. but also i think some of the thoughts of her being very clumsily supportive/taking time to get used to gay people could be very accurate lol. part of my reading of her does come from noticing some repression, as is natural with the wheelers in general.

we know one way or another they wind up exploring the asylum together. idk if this comes before or after the group goes to the creel house, but. at some point they must either realize they both have the same questions and team up, or are forced together after the group starts investigating. i think this will follow some sort of flow of what ive said before.

this is my understanding of the show and characters and dynamics and all, obviously some people read the characters in very different ways. im just doing my best with my perspective. can’t wait to see how right or wrong i am lol <3 thanks for asking if u read this far

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Drives With Them

Alice In Borderland

Only doing Chishiya and Niragi because they're the only two who have access to cars hahahahahaha-

This song makes my brain go 'brr'

Chishiya

Warnings: Swearing, arguing

- He hates driving

- Learns it's the only way he can get alone time

- With you

- Can talk about stuff with you, and there's no one else to interrupt

-  He usually asks you by spinning the keys around on his finger and saying "Wanna go?"

- He drives pretty nice, honestly

- Hasn't crashed, doesn't make you pray for your life before you get into a car with him.

- Enjoys taking the longest way possible home

- Gives zero fucks if a group need the car for the games

- Usually ends the drive somewhere scenic to watch the sunset or if it's raining, he just parks the car and talks to you

"Wanna go?" Chishiya asked, spinning the keys on his finger, interrupting the conversation you were having with Arisu. "Sure! Sorry Arisu-Kun, gotta go," you said, excusing yourself from the conversation. "No problem. Have fun," Arisu smiled, leaving. You chased after Chishiya, grabbing his hand. He pulled it away and you scoffed. "Jerk," you muttered. "You know who is watching," he whispered back, nodding to Hatter. "And?" You asked as you left the building, heading over to the cars. "He could use it against us. I don't want you in danger because of me," he said, opening the door on the passenger side for you. "What a gentleman," you said rolling your eyes, getting in the car. He shut the door after you, getting in himself on the drivers side.

    "I'm sorry," he said into the quiet atmosphere after you two had been driving around the empty streets of Tokyo for a couple minutes. You only huffed, looking out your window. "I'm get that you don't want to make our relationship out there and shit, but I... I have feelings too Chishiya. I want to be able to hold your hand around the Beach, or just show you love in front of other people," you answered, he kept his eyes on the road, listening to your words. "I can understand that. But... you have to understand that I don't want you getting caught in the middle because you're with me," he said after a few seconds. You felt bad about being mad at him, especially when you knew he had good intentions. "I know... I'm sorry Chishiya," you apologized, looking at him. "It's ok. It's upsetting, I get it," he said, slowing down a bit as you got closer to the inner city.

"Sucks there's no radio," you said, holding his left hand on the glove compartment as you two drove around, the argument you had earlier having been talked through. "It's better, in my opinion. We can talk," he said. The sun was setting, the sky painted in an array of pastels, golden sunlight fading from view. You smiled at his response. "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were going to be a bitchy, antisocial, I hate people kind of guy, who would've pushed me off the roof for talking to him, but I'm glad only half of that is true," you giggled. "Oh? Which half is true?" He asked, as you noticed the car slowing down. "The 'I hate people' part. You just have no empathy towards them," you said, leaning on his shoulder. The car had stopped on a bluff that overlooked the ocean. Chishiya got out of the car, telling you to do the same. He climbed up on the hood of the car, making his way to the roof of it. You did the same, sitting besides him. You stared out into the ocean, watching the sunset as he sat besides you. "Beautiful..." he whispered. You looked at him. "It is," you said. "I'm not talking about the sunset. I'm talking about you you know," he said, cupping your face in his hands. You blushed, looking to the side. "I thought you said no PDA?" You asked, looking back at him. "I think... I think I'm willing to protect you if worse comes to worse. Hold my hand around the Beach. Kiss me around the Beach. Do what you want," he said, resting his forehead on yours. You smiled. "If they use us against eachother?" You asked. "If we go down, then we go down together," he said.  You laughed, kissing his lips quickly. You kept doing that before he said, "If you're going to kiss me, kiss me." Before kissing you passionately.

Niragi

Warning: Mentions abuse, bullying, swearing, weapons

- I'd personally pray to the gods before I get in a car with him

- Honestly pretty fun

- He goes fast, reckless, but somehow hasn't crashed

- He loves driving with you because it makes you both forget everything

- Asks you by going "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?"

- Late night drives after games that were especially hard on either one of you

- You had CDS and got the radio to work somehow. (Yes he helped)

- I feel like he's a car guy for some reason?

- Like, he knows his way around cars. But would rather drive them

- You know those cars that don't have a roof? It's just open? Yeah, those are his favorite.

- Ends drives with driving around slowly while you two talk about anything and everything

You sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of Niragi's group for the games. Your leg bounced up and down, scanning the groups that walked in. You swallowed thickly, trying to rid your head of the dark thoughts. You two hadn't been put in the same group for tonight, as the militals all got split up.

    You heard a couple girls whispering and laughing. You glanced at them out of the corner of your eye, and listened in to what the were saying. "She's so heartless when others loose people, but there she is anxiously awaiting her boyfriend's return," one of them laughed. "I hope Niragi dies so she can feel how others feel," the other responded with a giggle. You growled, grabbing your riffle, walking towards both of them. "Oi, if I were both of you I'd stop talking," you threatened, pointing your gun at them. They tensed up. "W-we didn't do anything!" One of them stuttered. "I fucking heard you. Bitch, I'm not deaf, you want me to feel pain as if I haven't before," you said darkly, glaring at them. "I lost my best friend when I first came into the games, I don't have family here, he's all I have left. You two think I haven't felt the pain of losing someone important to me because you don't know me, so shut the hell up," you said angrily, putting the barrel of your gun facing towards the floor. You gathered yourself again, walking back to where you were sitting. "I still hope he dies though... he's such a dick, I don't know why she stays with him," you hear one of them say. "Okay, that's it," you shouted, turning back to them. "You think I won't fucking shoot either one of you?! I'm not fucking scared to do so! And if Niragi doesn't come back then I'll just kill one of your boy toys and see how you like it! He's not... he's not a bad person. So shut up about people you don't know!" You yelled, getting angrier by the minute. "Well I bet he's already dead anyways! It's what both of you deserve for using so many of us as pawns in the games! You need to feel pain, and he deserves to die!" The other girl yelled. "He's not dead! He doesn't deserve to die!" You shouted back. You took your gun, firing a shot in between both girls. "That's a fucking warning shot, next time, the warning shot goes through your damn skull," you threatened, walking out of the hotel lobby, out to where the game players come back. You sat on the sidewalk, watching cars coming back, none containing your boyfriend. You saw Chishiya, and ran up to him. "I'm going to seem pathetic asking, but have you seen Niragi?" You asked, him swallowing back the tears of worry. Chishiya noted this want a time to joke about him being dead. He was a dick sometimes, but he also knew when it was enough. "No, I haven't. His game was on the other side of the city though. Maybe it was a longer game?" Chishiya answered. A soft 'oh' left your lips, and you nodded, thanking him. You went to a corner, sitting down facing the entrance. You brought your knees up to your face. "Please be ok... please... I need you here," you whimpered.

About an hour later, you heard the engine of a car come into the beach. You looked around, counting how many cars were already there. Only one was missing, which meant this car was the last one. You ran over quickly.

   To your relief, you saw Niragi standing by the car, talking to Aguni about something. You ran to him, hugging him as soon as you got there. "Woah, hey there princess," he said, hugging you back. "You stupid jerk, I thought you died!" You cried into him. You weren't one for crying, but it had been a night. Aguni looked at you strangely as he had never seen you cry. Aguni excused himself, giving you time to be alone. Niragi looked down at you, feeling a tinge of guilt. "I- I thought i-i was- I was gonna b-be alone again!" You cried, snuggling your face into his chest. "Never. You'll never be alone again, ok? I'm not going to let some measly game take me out," he said, giving you a kiss to the top of your head. "Im going for a drive. You coming with me doll?" He asked, holding the keys in his hands. You nodded, drying your tears.

The drive wasn't like most others that started fast and reckless. It was slow. The kinds of drives you two had on the late nights. "What game did you have tonight?" You asked, trying to break the silence. "It was weird. A 5 of  hearts. To win we had to kill the past in a way," he said, looking out. "That doesn't sound like a normal hearts game," you observed. "That's what I thought. Games of betrayal. The rules were simple. If you failed to kill the past, you failed. You had to say what part of your past you were killing too, or else you died... There were items all around the building, each from different people's past. There were films of people's memories, toys, pictures, audios, books, glasses... If everyone didn't manage to kill their past, the buildings boiler would explode," he explained. "What we're your items?" You asked, looking at him. "Glasses, notes, there was a video, a baseball, a pack of cigars and an empty beer bottle," he said. You pieced together the items. "The glasses you wore in highschool, the baseball that broke your nose more times than you can count, the notes kids used to pass you in class that said horrible things on them, the cigars your father burned you with, and the bottle you used to silence your sorrows," you said. ''Clever girl," he chuckled. "Your game?" He asked. "4 of spades. We had to diffuse a bomb in the that was at the top of this building, the elevator was out, and there was 20 flights of stairs. Oh, and a shooter. God was it fun shooting that motherfucker after he pulled my hair," you aaid. Niragi laughed slightly. The cool night breeze passed by you, and you closed your eyes. "When we go back to the old world, we should do this," you muttered, reaching for his hand. He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours on the glove compartment. "I agree."

    He had stopped the car on a bridge, although there was no water under, just gravel. "I used to come to this place, look down, and think it would be a quiet place. So I started going there after school, hiding. Until they found it. Then you found me there. I don't know why you talked to me in high school anyways," he said, looking over the railing, down to the gravel covered ground. "Because I knew you didn't deserve what people said or did to you. And I also thought it was a nice quiet place," you said as he put an arm around your waist. "What did you run away from? Something or someone in your past that scared you?" He asked. "My family, my feelings. The monsters that lived in my head," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I really love you, you know?" He asked, looking up at the stars. "I know. I love you too. Love you more than there's stars in the sky," you responded.

I'm brain rot, helpppp-

Also, this is just like if you are in an established relationship with them. I feel like they open up a bit more to you, so that's why they might be OOC.

[brelione]

Ooh congrats on 200 girl!! Can I request something with Rafe please where he slowly falls in love with the reader every time she comes round to tutor Wheezie but she's not interested because of what she's seen and heard about him (non cannon Rafe pls, him just being a rich stuck up dick) so he puts in the effort to win her over and is determined to show her a different side to him!?

Sorry,this sucks lol.

Rafe Cameron,the bitchy,rich,straight white male.He was privileged as all hell and could get away with anything because of his daddy’s money.He did get away with anything,including beating the living hell out of multiple pogues.He was probably the person you hated most in the world and yet you were in his house,being payed with his daddy’s money to tutor his younger sister.You tried not to judge people based on their families but part of you wanted to decline the offer to tutor Wheezie and spit in Ward Cameron’s face.

But of course thats not what happened,you needed money to live and Ward had offered a ridiculous amount.It was your third study session,common core math books and Type Two Writing for Students opened on the table,piles of flashcards and worksheets flooding the marble.

Wheezie needed to go to the bathroom,meaning you were all alone when Rafe came along.Your fingers tightened around your pencil as you went through Wheezie’s first draft,wanting nothing more than to pierce the boys eyeball with the charcoal tip.He stared at you from across the kitchen,looking around with a confused expression. “What the fuck?’He asked.You rolled your eyes,ignoring him. “Who are you and why are you in my house?”He asked,his voice dripping with venom.Wheezie came out of the bathroom,glancing between the two of you. “Shes my tutor,chill.”She sighed,sitting across from you again.The boy glared at you,trying to hide his wonder.

He didnt really know who you were but he was sure he had seen you somewhere.His eyes were focused on your face,trying to figure out if he had seen you at a party or something. “What?”You asked,he shrugged,leaning against the counter and still staring at you.Then it clicked.

He had shown up to a boneyard party,just to be a fucking asshole.He had seen a girl hanging upside down from a tree,talking to JJ Maybank.He could see why he was interested in her,she looked pretty cute,arms crossed over her chest as she swung back and forth.He had always wondered who she was and why he had never seen her before.He thought about her every once in a while,trying to think of why he never saw her again.And here she was,sitting in his kitchen. “You’re a pogue?”He asked,squeezing his cup.You ignored him,tapping your pencil on a word and asking Wheezie what it said. 

“Hey,i asked you a question.”He was closer this time,leaning against the table. “And I ignored you.”You answered,sending a glare his way.He chuckled,shaking his head. “Are you a pogue or not?”He asked.You sighed,looking his way. “Does it matter?Im trying to do my job and you’re being a pest,do you want Wheezie to fail all of her classes?”You asked.He rolled his eyes. “Oh,so you are a Pogue.What does a pogue know that I dont?”He asked Wheezie.You laughed,shaking your head. “We all know you only graduated because of your daddy’s money.You had like...what?A 2.0 gpa?”You teased,gripping your pencil tight.He bit on his lip staring down at you. “Oh,so what’s yours then?”He asked,watching as a smirk came across your face. “4.2,now fuck off.”You growled at him.

Something about the way you told him off completely freaked him out.Most people knew better,especially when they were in his house.He had a habit of sitting on the couch and watching you as you corrected Wheezie’s essays,telling her which words would be better for getting her message across.You would shoot him glares that made his heart beat quicken,making him nervous.Other times he’d see you smile at Wheezie’s progress,his heart beat quickening but for a different reason.As Wheezie put it,he was completely in love with you.He couldnt agree more but didnt want to admit it.He hadnt even talked to you since the first time he saw you.It wasnt until you were packing up your bag and dropped papers that he talked to you again.He had rushed to help you pick them up,handing them to you.

You thanked him quietly,rushing past him.He followed you to the door,working up his courage to talk. “So um...do you have a criminal record?”He asked.You turned,rasing your eyebrows. “Oh,so because im a pogue I have a criminal record?”You asked.He shook his head,mumbling. “No,no not what im saying at all im just trying to make conversation and like….i dont know i just thought it would be a cool question.”He played with his hands,following you outside. “I mean,yeah,I do.I wouldve fuckin gotten away with it too if I was a kook.”You sighed.He laughed nervously,hands shaking a little. “So...what did you do?”He asked.You grinned at the memory. “Vandalism,I used to go around and steal confederate flags and then paint rainbows on their houses.”You answered.He chuckled,nodding.

 “So what did you do with them?The flags,I mean.”he tried to continue the conversation,following you down the driveway. “Burned them.”You answered,turning to look at him again. “Are you gonna follow me home,stalker?”You asked.He blushed,shaking his head. “Um...no,unless you want me too.”He offered.You shook your head,continuing your walk as he just stared at you,jumping up and down,joy washing over him now that he had talked to you without you looking disgusted.He had asked Wheezie to talk to you for him,making her confused. “Talk to her yourself.”She scrolled through her phone.He shook his head. “No,no she hates me I just need you to ask her about like...if shes single,what zodiac sign she likes,what she looks for in a guy.You know what i'm saying?”He asked.She smirked. “You like her!”She exclaimed.He shook his head. “No,im asking for a friend.Please just do this for me,okay?”He asked.She grinned. “So what do I get out of it?I could really go for McDonalds.”She grinned.

“So...what do you think about Zodiac signs?”She asked,writing down some dialogue ideas.You raised your eyebrows. “what?”You asked.She laughed,repeating herself. “Why are you asking?”You asked.She glanced over to Rafe in the living room,the boy twirling his fingers and encouraging her to keep asking questions. “I just think its important that I know.”She mentally face palmed herself. “Ok,Scorpios are superior and Virgos suck ass.”You answered.Rafe’s eyes widened.You had to have known that she was asking for him.You wouldnt have said that if you didnt know he was a virgo. “Ok….what about your ideal first date?”She asked.You laughed,shaking your head. “Keep working on your dialogue.”You told her.

Rafe tried.He really tried so hard.He knew that it was the fact that he was a kook that made you hate him so much.He tried to act more humble,less cocky and tried working on his manners.He went through Wheezie’s instagram followers to find you,cursing when he saw that your account was private. “Wheezie,let me see your phone.”He sighed nervously. “Why?”She asked. “I need to see (Y/N)’s instagram.”He explained,scrolling through your page.You posted pictures of sunsets,your dog and a couple of photos of you holding up peace signs and middle fingers.Your bio made him chuckle. “Fuck the patriarchy and fuck you too.”He went through who you followed,seeing a lot of fanpages and the official Harry Potter account.

That lead him to binge watch the Harry Potter movies,take the sorting hat quiz and order a Slytherin shirt.He purposely wore it when he knew you were coming over,walking into the kitchen.Your eyes fell onto his shirt,laughing. “Oh,of course you’re a slytherin.”You sighed.He grinned. “Wow,thanks.What house are you in?”He asked.He held a long conversation with you as you talked about how much you hate J.K Rowling and how Dobby didnt deserve what happened.He agreed with everything you said,loving the way your eyes lit up.The study session somehow turned into you and Rafe speaking about Draco while Wheezie grinned to herself.

He looked through every single post of yours,every single caption until he learned that you loved horror films.He learned your favorite one,putting it on when you came over.Wheezie didnt even need tutoring anymore,she just liked having you over and you still got payed.You had then become her babysitter because Rafe was deemed to irresponsible and Sarah had a social life. “Dude,are you watching (Y/F/H/M)?”You asked,hearing the dialogue.He nodded,letting you sit next to him to watch it. “I didnt know you liked horror movies.”You sighed,leaning back on the couch.He blushed. “Only this one.”He answered.

It took him three months of talking to you about Harry Potter and horror films for you to stop telling him off,cussing him out and giving him glares.He could feel himself falling for you more,seeing who you were when you werent angry or annoyed.He avoided The Cut,learning that maybe if he let go of his Pogue Beater reputation you’d eventually like him.He tried to be more open,to tell you about himself and have deep conversations with you.He answered your questions honestly,laying his trauma and issues bare and letting you ask questions about the worst sides of his life.He had cried in your arms a couple of times,becoming your friend.He had gotten buried deep in the Friend Zone but he was fine with that,knowing you didnt hate him anymore.You two would hang out all the time outside of babysitting Wheezie,he’d come down to the beach with you to have splash fights.

One night while you were at the beach,the area completely empty besides the two of you as you splashed cold water at eachother.He had pushed you into the water,your clothes,hair and skin becoming soaked.You jumped up,hugging him tight and getting him soaked too.He pulled away,grinning down at you.He didnt know why he thought it was a good idea,leaning down and kissing you.All the three months of feelings spilled out just then,his hands holding your waist tight.You didnt knew what to do,what to think,pulling away. “Um….so you just-what?”You huffed,trying to understand.His bottom lip trembled,his hands shaking. “I just….I dont know.”He mumbled,still holding you.You nodded,finger tracing his jaw. “So you dont know why you did that?”You asked.He looked out at the ocean,biting his lip. “Cause I like you...love you and I just thought….”He mumbled,trying to form words.You rolled your eyes,pulling him into another kiss. “Asshole.”You grinned,running a hand through his hair.

@sexytholland @28cnn  @popcrone818 @fttayla @cherryobx @n1ghtsh4d3-67 @drewstarkeyobx @poguestyleskye @judayyyw @jjtheangel

[yhsujin]

first of all i haven’t been in a group for some time so excuse me if i’m fuckin’ slow but omg im!!!! so excited to be here!!! i’m lea ( 22, she/her, gmt+8 ) and this is my baby nam sujin, who is the leader & lead vocalist of june. tbh i’m still in the middle of figuring her out so pls bear with me. here are her stats / profile / biography if you wanna read, but i’d also talk about her more under the cut!!! no plot page bc we don’t do that here aka im actually lazy rip please give this a heart if you would like to plot and i shall slide in your ims soon <33 if you’d rather plot on discord, feel free to ask for my username or give yours so we can talk there!!!

tldr bio:

nam sujin, 23, idol, leader & lead vocalist of june

she came from a middle class family, is the second & youngest child, has been living in her older sister’s shadow since she was born bc her mother thinks her sister is better than her :’)

she grew up trying to impress her mother but nothing she did was ever good enough, so by the time she turned 14 she’s like im over it and started to do things just to piss her mother off

literally just a nice kid turned bad bc Life Made Me Do It

music has always been a huge part of her life and she genuinely enjoys singing - another thing that pissed her mother off bc she thinks singing and listening to music are a waste of a time, but that’s the only thing that makes sujin happy so she’s like sorry mom can’t hear u im busy listening to music

never thought of becoming an idol bc she didn’t think she’s good enough for it but she accompanied a friend to bde audition one day and was encouraged by the company to give it a try, so she sang for them and surprise. she passed the audition!!!!

her mother wasn’t too happy about her decision to become an idol, thinking it wasn’t even a real profession to begin with, so she left home and never looked back bc she’s determined to make her dream come true (and also bc she just hated being home)

one of the ace trainees in the company, but it took her multiple delays of debut and two survival shows for her to finally become an idol - she had almost wanted to quit when she failed the second survival show but she ended up staying when bde announced they would be debuting the first girl group!!! and she’s in!!!

kinda upset that she’s not the main vocalist and hated the idea of being a leader at first. she thinks it’s Too Much work, but somehow managed to suck it up and did her best anyways

still hates her role in the group, but girl is Trying Her Best. keyword: try

wants to produce her own songs one day 

etcetera:

sujin was bright as a child, but eventually she grew bitter and jealous of her sister (mostly bc she always gets everything and is absolutely better than her, but she’d never admit it out loud)

actually a smart kid. she’s not that far behind her sister, but her mother always makes it seems like sujin is 1000x worse than she is, so bc of that she becomes really insecure and thinks she’s never good enough for anything but also at the same time she’s like i’m better than u

which means she fakes self-confidence bc she has none and to quote marina and the diamonds: 'cause i feel like i'm the worst, so i always act like i'm the best

due to her upbringing and the constant failure she went through during training, she’s gotten a little cutthroat in her ways of doing things, so if she’s set her mind on something, she’s gonna get it no matter what it takes

although she seems calm and relaxed on the outside, she can get hella competitive when she needs to be bc she hates losing

often misunderstood as cold and unapproachable bc she’s usually quiet and distant, especially with strangers, but she just needs the right people to bring out the goofy side of hers sometimes

on-stage persona: playful, flirtatious, sometimes sensual, girl crush

off-stage persona: quiet, distant, could be chaotic when she wants to, savage

has definitely twerk on tv several times before bc she can

loves her june girls to death, and it shows from the way she takes good care of them, but won’t deadass admit she cares for them

about her rumor that she hates her members: sujin just naturally has bitchy expressions on her and some netizen has called her out for being unprofessional or whatsoever bc she definitely has been giving looks or stares at her members and staffs on camera before, and sometimes her actions or words get mistaken for her hating her members (she used to be on bad terms w some of the members and was the Biggest Bitch to them but nope you didn’t hear that from me)

also the type to rarely express her affection in words bc 1) she doesn’t know how to do that shit and 2) she’s a huge tsundere so all she’s got is tough love to offer

will definitely 10/10 judge you bc girl can have opinions, she said

she’s quite blunt when it comes to her opinions, doesn’t really like to sugar coat things

skill-wise she’s a great vocalist, is also quite decent in dancing but again it’s a Lot of Work, she would rather just sit down and sing her heart out instead

would deadass self-sabotage when things get a little too happy and peaceful for her bc she thinks she deserves nothing good :(

which is why shes always caught up in toxic relationships but they usually start with her bc shes a Messy Bitch

instead of talking about her feelings she would just rather lash out at someone bc that’s easier and that’s how she copes with stress, except now she goes clubbing and gets her ass drunk when she needs to unwind

has a nasty temper especially when she’s super tired, but would totally try to keep it lowkey when she’s in public bc she has a Reputation to maintain but will likely go off if it’s in private

really likes to go out and spend time w her friends whenever she has off days

looks like a bad bitch but she’s actually rly sensitive and just wants to be loved

i repeat she’s a messy bitch so if our plot suddenly goes from soft and wholesome to angsty out of nowhere it’s her, it’s ALWAYS her

with that being said pls gimme angst plots bc i live for them <3333

[vincess-princess]

i am in need of some hs!crüe just helping out Vince with his dyslexia and being really supportive and calming him down when he gets frustrated so if ya ever get the chance I’d love u forever 😊💓 thanks

jesus christ anon im so sorry everything went terribly wrong and i ended up with angst again and i don’t know why it happens i really tried to write fluff!! i guess im just not really in the state for the fluff now. i will post what i wrote here anyway because i spent three sleepless nights on this but it’s not what you asked for :(

Vince let out an exasperated sigh and threw the pencil onto the table. It bounced off it and rolled under the couch. Tommy bended down to pick it up, but it was out of his reach.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Vince announced, leaning back onto his chair and hiking his feet up on the table. “I’m fucking tired.”

“Tell Mick that when you’ll be making excuses for your test results.” Nikki looked up from the notebook where he was scribbling something for the past half an hour. He and Tommy had already finished their homework and were enjoying themselves, leaving Vince to fight with goddamned chemistry alone.

“He’ll understand.” Vince tried to sound confident and failed miserably. Tomorrow was Friday, and another meeting with Mick, and maybe getting to rehearse a couple of The Stones’ songs he showed them last week. Given, of course, that Vince scored more than 90% on his tomorrow chemistry test.

Which at the moment seemed pretty much impossible.

“Of course, he will.” Nikki nodded, a little too condescending to sound natural. “And, understanding everything, he won’t let you in until you bring him an A.”

“Thanks for keeping me updated, mate, I would never know that myself,” Vince couldn’t help but snap, irritation that had been building up in his chest jumping up from mild to high in a matter of seconds.

“I’d let you copy it if we weren’t always given different variants,” Tommy sighed, threw his drumstick in the air and promptly caught it. He’d been switching between running up- and downstairs to bring snacks to the room, spinning his drumsticks and trying to peek at Nikki’s lyrics for the last couple of hours, waiting for Vince to finish so they could go rehearse in the garage.

“No, thanks,” Vince snapped out, his tone maybe too harsh, but to hell with that. Tommy blinked in confusion, dropped his drumstick, plopped on his knees to get it from under the couch and stayed there for good five minutes.

“No need to get so bitchy, you know,” Nikki murmured. “He did you nothing wrong.”

Vince felt the blood rushing to his head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so bitchy yourself, I wouldn’t lash out on him!” his hands started shaking as he was actively suppressing the need to throw the goddamn textbook right at Nikki’s head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking slow we would already have rehearsed everything and then some!”

“Nikki!” Tommy gasped somewhere in the background, but neither of them paid attention.

Slow, the word rang in Vince’s ears, and it was like a punch in the guts.

Nikki looked surprised when he realized Vince was not going to reply. Then he looked at Vince’s face, at Tommy’s shocked expression and became visibly uncomfortable.

“I hope you enjoy tomorrow meeting with Mick,” Vince said, his voice croaky. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room.

***

“Vinnie! Don’t go away!”

“Fuck off, T-bone,” Vince said tiredly, but slowed down, letting Tommy catch up with him. “Why don’t you go and rehearse with Nikki? I’m not slowing you two down anymore.” Yes, it was unfair to be so mean to Tommy. He didn’t seem to get upset over it, though.

“You know he didn’t mean it, right?” Tommy asked, still breathless from running. “He was just angry because he wanted to impress Mick tomorrow. You know how he gets about these meetings.”

“Apparently, they’re more important to him than me.”

“Bullshit.” Tommy grabbed him by the sleeve, forcing to stop. “You should’ve seen him after you left. Almost begged me to go bring you back.”

“Now this is definitely bullshit.” Vince stopped after all, still looking strictly forward, his chin unnaturally high. “If he wants me back so badly then why isn’t he here?”

“Too proud.” Tommy shrugged. “He’ll get over it and apologize… in a couple of days.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna wait here for so long. I’m going home.”

“No!” Tommy tugged on his jacket, let go when he saw Vince wasn’t going to stop and just walked by his side. He walked faster than Vince and had to make smaller steps to keep up with him. “Vinnie, please, let’s go back. I hate it when we argue.”

“Do you really wanna spend the night between two people who are actively hating on each other?”

“C’mon, you don’t hate each other. And we had arguments before, and everything turned out fine.”

“Well, Nikki didn’t call me stupid back then,” Vince reminded bitterly.

“He didn’t call you that!” Tommy resented. “He just meant it takes you a little longer…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m slow, I remember.”

“Christ.” Tommy looked up to the sky with a frustrated expression. “Listen, I don’t wanna say I’m the only one here to actually want this goddamn relationship to work, but it seems like the two of you do your best to fuck everything up.”

It was so out of the blue that Vince almost tripped over in the middle of a perfectly even road. “The fuck you mean by that?”

“I mean exactly what I said.” Tommy stopped, and Vince unconsciously followed suit, baffled by the unexpected stern notes in his voice. “You and Nikki are so busy guarding your fragile egos you don’t care if everything goes sour in the process.” Tommy’s eyes found Vince’s, for the first time since they started talking, and Vince couldn’t look away. “And I do. Even more than I’d want to.”

Tommy bit his lip and looked away, and Vince’s heart sank, because his last phrase was anything but stern or accusatory. Guilty. He sounded guilty. For caring.

The silence lasted, and lasted, and lasted, and neither of them could make a sound, and thousands of words were running through Vince’s head.

“Fuck,” Tommy finally broke it a couple of excruciatingly awkward minutes later, laughing nervously and still not looking at Vince. “It really sounded better in my head. Sorry for the drama.”

“It’s alright.” Vince’s mouth was dry.

“I guess you’d really better go home,” Tommy said, voice thick. “Do you want me to walk with you for a bit? It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, it really is.” Vince murmured, lingering for a second, and then turned in the opposite direction. “How about I walk you to your house instead?”

Tommy blinked in confusion, then looked up at Vince and beamed.

***

“Oh,” Nikki almost jumped up when they entered the room, then quickly pretended he was going to get up anyway. “Vince, I-”

“-am sorry?” Vince interrupted him, feeling a rush of bitterness from the sight of Nikki. “Save your breath. I came back because Tommy asked me to, not because of you.”

“Well, and I asked Tommy to ask you to come back.” Nikki forced on a smile, though it looked more like a grimace.

“Hey, don’t get me into it!” Tommy resented, not-so-gently pushing Vince towards the bed and standing in front of the door like a guardian. “I got him here, now make up!”

Vince turned to Tommy and ran the side of his palm across his neck in an ultimately understandable I’m gonna kill you. Tommy smiled sheepishly but didn’t move an inch.

Nikki cleared his throat, attracting Vince’s attention.

“Um, I…” his voice faltered. He was never good at apologizing. Too proud, damn it. “I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You definitely shouldn’t have,” Vince agreed, keeping his voice cold, though the icky, bristly lump in his chest loosened up a little. Watching Nikki so guilty and struggling with his own pride – a trait he rarely tried to suppress - was doing wonders to Vince’s self-esteem. “Anything else to say besides the generic “I’m sorry”?”

“Christ,” Nikki sighed and covered his face with his hands for a moment before looking up at Vince again. “No. Nothing except that I was a major asshole.”

“You sure were.” Vince really hoped Nikki wouldn’t recognize amusement in his voice. Tommy did, and now was doing his best to fight down a smile, lest they accidentally hurt Nikki’s precious feelings. Some part of Vince encouraged him to burst into laughter at Nikki’s pitiful attempts, but he managed to suppress this desire so far. He might be a bitch, but not an asshole.

Nikki looked up at him with clear desperation in his eyes. He was truly sorry. He wasn’t pretending. The icky lump – his bitterness, his disappointment, his feeling of betrayal, - slackened, the tension it caused in his whole body started fading away. The hurt didn’t disappear completely, rather crawled into a hole somewhere far in the back of Vince’s mind to haunt him during some of those terrible sleepless nights of his. But for now it was gone - out of Vince’s way.  

“Listen, I don’t know what else to say,” Nikki admitted, looking Vince pleadingly in the eyes. “What do you want me to do to make up for this?”

“Suck my dick,” Vince offered in a completely serious tone that took all the remains of his poor self-restraint to pull off. Nikki’s face went from confused to indignant to hopeful in a split second, and this was the last straw for Vince’s self-control. He started laughing, and Tommy joined him a second later.

Nikki’s face went to indignant again and remained like this for a solid couple of seconds before he surrendered to laughter as well.

“You were fucking with me! The whole time! Did you plan it?”

“No, but you looked so miserable I couldn’t help it. The suggestion stands, by the way.”

“Oh, sure,” Nikki scrambled to get up, only to fall on his knees in front of Vince a second later. Vince tilted his head back and gripped the sheets, letting out a satisfied moan.

If Nikki would be so eager to blow him after every fight, he might need to reconsider his attitude towards them.

[taexual]

HOLIC - 10 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: strong language, some angst

words: 3.4k

disclaimer: i do not own the gif, please let me know if it belongs to you, so i can give proper credit

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Waking up at six was already quite a task, hence why you found yourself disoriented and confused as you looked around the room in pitch black darkness, your phone letting you know that it was actually only 4:21 am. It took you a moment to get your mind to think so you could remember what had woken you up this early, but then a crashing noise from the hallway reminded you.

You were about to get out of bed and check if perhaps your fear of getting robbed was rational, after all, but then you heard giggling. Frowning as your legs tangled halfway off the bed, you realized it might have just been Jaebum bringing someone home again. You debated if it was Lily but then you heard the girl ask him which room was his in a whisper, so you decided that it wasn’t.

Although you were still a little curious why Jaebum decided to bring a girl home in the middle of the week and at this hour, – because you couldn’t remember him mention planning this last night, – you decided to just ignore this and go back to sleep. You were somewhat annoyed by the crashing noises as the pair outside of your room tried to find the empty bedroom, but you realized that the idea of Jaebum flaunting his successful sex life didn’t piss you off that much anymore now that you knew you’d go on a date with Jiho soon.

Sighing sleepily, you crawled back under the covers and felt an unwelcome pang of some sort of annoying feeling that you couldn’t quite put your finger on and, therefore, chose to ignore completely. You really didn’t care what was happening on the other side of this room.

History was repeating itself the next morning. Right after your alarm rang and you – all while groaning and whining about how much you hated life – opened the door of your bedroom, you ended up freezing in one spot as you caught a female figure in the kitchen. She had her back turned to you, so she clearly hadn’t seen you yet, and, since she was yelling at someone on the phone, you assumed she hadn’t heard you, either.

You, on the other hand, were intimidated by her loud, demanding voice before she even turned around. And, as soon as she did, you were suddenly debating retreating back into the bedroom because she was so pretty that for a good moment, you didn’t even question why she was even standing in your kitchen.

“Hi!” she called out to you before you could hide. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Uh, no,” you replied, trying to find a comfortable position. Somehow, under her watchful gaze, you struggled to remember how to be natural. “Work. My alarm—you didn’t wake me.”

You didn’t know why you had such a hard time speaking in full sentences but she laughed softly and then extended her hand for you to shake, saying, “I’m Suji.”

Just like that, in the middle of walking across the hallway to shake her hand, you froze again. This was Suji, standing in your kitchen. The legendary ex that Jaebum hadn’t fully opened up about.

“Nice to meet you,” you said, finally shaking her hand.

“I see you know who I am,” she said then. You were surprised to hear that. “I mean, I think I heard you gasp slightly when I said my name.”

“Oh, no, sorry. I think I just heard your name mentioned somewhere and I thought I might have recognized you,” you tried to – sort of – lie your way through it. She hadn’t asked how close you and Jaebum were but now she probably thought you two were closer than you actually were.

“That’s alright. Jaebum and I used to date, I’m sure he’s mentioned me,” she said. “We’re really kind of on-and-off.”

Huh.

Very interesting, given the mortified expression on Jaebum’s face when he thought this girl was standing behind the door the other day. Even more interesting, considering that when you and Jaebum were sharing information about yourselves via text messages, – that is, before you knew Def wasn’t a girl, – he never once mentioned having a girlfriend he hadn’t really broken up with.

Although you didn’t know much about Suji – aside from Mark letting it slip that he couldn’t bear living with her, and Jaebum dreading to see her again – you couldn’t understand Jaebum’s reaction to the idea of her. She was really pretty. If anything, you’d be anticipating seeing her again.

“So, you’re back on, then?” you asked quietly, walking around her to reach the coffee pot. You may have been somewhat intimidated by her, but you still needed your morning coffee.

“I’m not sure,” Suji said. “I guess we’re still working on it. I haven’t seen him since he moved out four months ago.”

Your mind immediately began calculating. You found Jaebum’s ad two and a half months ago. It was very likely that he’s been looking for a roommate since he moved out of his and Suji’s place but he’d failed to mention that. Maybe he didn’t think it was important.

“You used to live together?” you asked, knowing that Jaebum was never going to give you this much access to his personal life this easy.

“Yeah, on-and-off as well,” Suji answered and then raised her phone. “I called maintenance, by the way. Are you aware you have no hot water?”

“Uh, yeah. I am aware,” you said, a little confused why she’d do that. “Jaebum called them the other day, too. They said they won’t be able to come this week.”

“Nonsense, they’ll come in an hour,” she said, a somewhat proud smile on her face. “I had a talk with them.”

Oh, so that was why she was yelling on the phone before. Well, if she got your hot water back, you didn’t mind that she was just a stranger, looking after your apartment as if it was her own.

“Thank you,” you said and then bit your lip, trying to find the right way to say this. “You’re uh—you’re really sweet. I guess I don’t know Jaebum well enough to make this judgment, but it would kind of seem like you’re… not really his type.”

She laughed. “I’m not? What do you think his type is?”

“Well…” you considered it. “Girls that are less confident, maybe? He’s very bossy.”

“Oh, he is,” she nodded, laughing in agreement. “But I think his type is someone who can put him in his place. He’d get bored, otherwise.”

Suddenly, your mind shifted to your own compatability with Jaebum. You two sure found lots of things to argue about every day, but that was probably because you were still in the early stages of getting to know each other as roommates. However, did that mean that if, by any chance, you two got comfortable enough with each other to stop fighting, Jaebum would get bored of you?

God, you didn’t even know why you cared about that.

“Then again,” Suji continued. She was now pacing in the kitchen. “I guess, he can’t really handle me at times. That’s why we’re on-and-off.”

“Give him some credit,” you said. “He can be a handful sometimes, too.”

Suji didn’t laugh this time.

“You’ve really gotten to know each other here, haven’t you?” she asked.

“Well…” you thought about it, not catching the slight suspicion in her voice as you were too busy pouring yourself a cup of coffee. “I guess so. We don’t spend a lot of time together, but when we do, we mostly spend it disagreeing with each other. I’d say I’ve gotten to see his bitchy side quite a lot.”

“Hm,” she considered this. “How did you two meet?”

As you debated which story to give her – because, technically, you’ve met Jaebum twice: after you texted his ad, and after he approached you at a bar – you poured another cup for her, even if she didn’t ask for it. Somehow, based on the way she was watching you, you had a feeling she expected you to make her a cup as well.

“He posted an ad, looking for a roommate,” you decided to say. You weren’t comfortable letting his drop-dead-gorgeous ex-girlfriend know that you’d slept with him because you were afraid she’d laugh in your face, not believing a word you’ve said. “I had just graduated, so I was also looking for a place to live in and I figured it’d be cheaper to share an apartment.”

“Right,” Suji nodded and took the cup you’d given her just like you thought she would.

“Funny story,” you said, feeling the need to clarify that you hadn’t actually planned to live with a guy. “I actually had no idea he’s—”

Her phone started to ring, cutting you off. She glanced at it, rolled her eyes and then, with a press of a button, she stopped her phone from ringing.

“Sorry, I have to leave,” she said, not phased by the ignored phone call in the slightest. She took a quick sip of coffee instead. “But I’d love to hang out with you sometime. We could talk.”

You were stressed just thinking about having to see her again but, aside from her intimidating appearance, Suji did seem to be sweet. You’ve yet to learn what was it that made Mark dislike her but maybe it was just a guy thing; as in, maybe Mark hated the fact that Suji loved to watch rom-coms and wear obnoxious, pink clothes. Probably not, though, because the outfit Suji wore right now looked like it cost more than you made in a year and it mostly had earthly colors. She clearly had good taste.

Nevertheless, you were a little curious to find out what she was really like – and not just as Jaebum’s ex-girlfriend but as a person, too.

“Yeah,” you found yourself saying because there just was something about her. “I’d love that, too.”

“Oh, great!” she smiled. “Give me your phone number, yeah? I’ll call you and then we can arrange something.”

As you watched her type your name into her contact list, you started to think that maybe getting to know Suji would be weird, after all. She was a part of Jaebum’s life, not yours. Maybe you should have asked him if he was comfortable with you getting to know her better.

Oh, but, on the other hand, wouldn’t that be childish? You can’t ask for his permission before you do something. Your ego couldn’t handle that and Jaebum would get bored of you this way, -- although you still weren’t sure why you cared what he thought of you.

So, shaking your head to get rid of the doubts, you decided that no harm was to be done if you just caught a glimpse of what the girl Jaebum was so terrified of – but clearly not terrified enough to refrain from contacting her again – was really like.

By the time you finished taking another freezing shower, – you couldn’t wait for maintenance to get here, you had to be at work in forty minutes and you still had a hard time driving out of the parking garage of this building, – Suji had already left.

As you prepared to go to work, – and even while you were working, too, – you kept thinking about what had happened this morning; Jaebum had randomly decided to hook up with his ex again, even though he’d told you before that he was scared she’d find out where he lived.

Why did he change his mind all of a sudden? Did he blindfold her before taking her back to the apartment so she wouldn’t find her way back, or something?

You couldn’t understand what had to happen between the two of them. If they had really broken up on bad terms, then Jaebum would’ve had to be smart enough not to reunite with her, right? But then, he did say she’d reached out to him recently, so, maybe – since Suji said this wasn’t the first time they’d broken up – he just gave in to his urges and ended up texting her back, after all. They clearly had a lot of history together and maybe he needed some familiarity in his otherwise confusing life.

If you left home not even thinking about talking to Jaebum about this, you were unlocking the door of your apartment later that night with your mind buzzing with questions you wanted to ask him. Being away from him at work made you even more curious about him and you could no longer wait for Suji to give you some insight into his life.

“Hey,” you heard Jaebum’s voice from the kitchen after you entered the apartment. “The hot water’s fixed.”

“Fantastic!” you replied, perhaps sounding a little more enthusiastic than necessary. “Suji sure helped.”

“Uh… yeah. I guess she did,” he sounded hesitant and looked mildly uncomfortable when you entered the kitchen and found him preparing food. He turned to give you a look. “So… you’ve met her.”

“I have,” you replied, trying to resist a smile that was spreading across your face. You were so close to finally getting some of your questions answered. “How’d that happen?”

Much to your disappointment, Jaebum shook his head. You thought it meant that he wasn’t going to talk about it but then he opened his mouth.

“I don’t know why I texted her,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?” you asked, urging him to continue.

The head-shake again. Only this time, rejection followed it, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned, disappointed. “Give me something here. I’m really confused.”

“Don’t be,” Jaebum replied, finishing chopping the vegetables up and moving on to stir a pot. You were forced to stare at his back as he worked by the stove. “It won’t happen again.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “She told me you guys keep getting back together.”

You couldn’t see his face, but judging from the way the muscles on his back contracted, you’d have said he winced after hearing your words.

“Yeah,” he said then, turning around again. No distinctive emotion was left on his face. How was he so good at hiding his feelings?! “It really just kept happening. I didn’t have much control over it but—”

“It doesn’t seem like she forced you into a relationship,” you said, reminding him, “and it takes two to tango.”

“It’s…” Jaebum still disagreed with you but something inside of him refused to explain anything to you. “It’s complicated.”

“It always is,” you said. “But maybe talking about it would help you understand your feelings better.”

“You’re not my therapist,” he said, looking at you for the first time since you asked him about Suji. “So, don’t worry about it. In fact, why don’t you forget her and—”

Your phone buzzed loudly, startling you both.

“Oh,” Jaebum got back to his cutting board, starting to slice a chicken fillet. He was actually relieved to change the topic even if he had to mention the guy from last night. “Is that Jiho, missing you? Is he wondering about your date?”

You glanced at the newest text message. “No. Actually, it’s Suji.”

The knife from Jaebum’s hand just slipped. He didn’t remember letting go of it but if you hadn’t moved back reflexively, it would have surely sliced your wrist open.

“Shit, what are you doing?!” you screeched, jumping up from the stool to pick the knife up from where it’d landed on the floor. “Maybe warn me before you practice tossing knives across the room?!”

Jaebum didn’t react to what you said, focusing on your phone instead. “Why do you have her number?”

“She gave it to me,” you said, putting the knife back on the kitchen island, only a little further away from him.

When you looked at him again, his eyes were wide and small droplets of sweat seemed to form on his forehead. There it was again – his weird reaction to anything related to Suji. He seemed to completely dissociate.

“Are you okay? What’s up?” you asked.

“Don’t text her back.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

“S-she’s not—just don’t, okay?” he said, still looking very much panicked when it really should have been you freaking out about nearly getting cut with a knife by your own roommate.

“Jaebum,” you said, putting your phone down next to the knife and watching the way his eyes followed it. For a moment, you thought he was truly going to stab the screen in order to prevent you from texting her back. “Explain everything properly, please.”

“Suji isn’t…” he said, inhaling to collect himself. It didn’t really work, he still looked like he’s seen multiple ghosts dancing the foxtrot right behind you. “She’s not a good person.”

“How is she not a good person?” you asked. “She fixed the hot water and that’s more than anything you’ve ever done for this apartment. Not to mention, she’s beautiful.”

He rolled his eyes, finally starting to return to his old, constantly-annoyed self. “People always say that. Beautiful doesn’t mean good.”

“That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Look, just don’t talk to her,” Jaebum said. “She’s… she probably only wanted your phone number so she could stay in touch with me through you. She’s obsessive like that. She’ll be trying to lock me down—”

“Lock you down?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows in surprise. “Are you sure you’re not letting your arrogance get the best of you there? The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he insisted. “That doesn’t mean Suji is less of an evil bitch who just—”

“You just slept with her last night,” you reminded him.

“I did. But I shouldn’t have,” he said. “It was stupid of me.”

“She thinks you’re getting back together,” you informed him.

“She always does.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He swallowed and you knew you’ve just hit the same wall again. There were certain things he was willing to share with you – if that meant you wouldn’t stay in touch with his ex – but there was a whole bunch of things he had no wish to ever inform you of.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just don’t believe all that she says. And, for fuck’s sake, don’t text her back. She’ll screw with your mind, too.”

His demanding tone took you back to the day you first saw each other in this apartment. During the first few minutes of your first face-to-face meeting, he had blamed you for this as if it was your fault that the two of you ended up moving in with each other without realizing that you weren’t of the same sex.

Clearly, you didn’t know Jaebum very well to be able to differentiate the seriousness of his words. He’d blamed you pointlessly back then – and he owned up to that later – so who was to say this wasn’t another example of him acting first, and thinking later? Obviously, he’s also exhibited similar behavior when he slept with his neighbor without thinking he’d have to see her again. Not to mention him sleeping with you and not even bothering to wait until you woke up.

“You know, most of the time, you pretend to act all righteous,” you told him. “But, really, there’s a part of you that lacks respect for women, so I’m not sure if I can take you seriously right now unless you elaborate.”

“I don’t lack anything,” he countered, going back to cooking. He had evidently thought he’d convinced you not to reply to Suji. “And I don’t owe you any kind of information about my life.”

“You sort of do if you don’t want me to text her,” you said. “Otherwise, I just think you’re afraid to see her again because you think this was just a one-time-thing. A hook-up for old time’s sake.”

“You don’t know what I think.”

“Maybe not,” you refused to be phased by his ice-cold voice. “But I do know that Suji doesn’t think it’s a one-time—”

“That’s because she’s a psychopath,” Jaebum cut you off, his irritation manifesting itself in the harsh movement of his knife against the chicken fillet on the cutting board between the two of you.

“For wanting to be with you?” you asked, struggling to understand his reasoning.

“Yes!”

“How does that make sense?!”

“God! You just—” his hands were on his face now, his exasperation getting the best of him. “You just don’t get it. Stop trying to teach me a lesson about something you know next to nothing about, okay? Just leave me alone.”

“Great,” you stood up, taking your phone with you. “I sat down here to talk to you, but, you know what, I’d love to leave you and your incredible conversation skills alone.”

“My conversation skills are fine,” he said, proceeding to expand his moody-teenager persona, but you were already on your way to his room, preparing to occupy his bed again.

You knew that at this point, you no longer needed any reason for switching beds with him, and yet you still found one. This time, you felt like you deserved a good night’s sleep on a comfortable bed because Jaebum was, once again, acting like a plain old bag of annoying dicks.

Right before you closed the door of the room, you decided to drop one last response, “sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

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[prettypityprincess]

tuesday (part three)

titled: tuesday, part three in the ‘there’s something about tuesday trilogy’

flash tries to fix things

previous parts: part one and part two

warning: very small amount of angst, if any. characters may seem a bit ooc, and for that, i apologize. 

“so, i did what you said.”

michelle glances up from her book and at the brown skinned boy lazily. he’s standing with his hands stuffed in his pockets in front of her table in the library.

a few students that were studying around her glance up to give him a dirty look.

slowly, she leans forward and takes a small whiff

“clearly it wasn’t wear less cologne.” she pauses to frown, “do you bathe in it, or something?”

flash wants to say something, but he decides to ignore her, “i went to a doctor.”

the frown is replaced with a look of confusion, “seriously?”

“seriously” he confirms with a nod, “apparently i have anger issues”

he waits for mj to say something, but she doesn’t, she only keeps looking at him and with the confused look. “and anxiety” he adds, thinking it might help.

it doesn’t’

“I um-“ flash pulls off his backpack, digging through it until he finds what he’s looking for.

a small, black journal is pulled out. his fingers skim through it to the page he wrote on this morning.

going to school with flash for most of her life, MJ has gotten to see many different sides of flash thompson.

bitchy, whiny, and super genius flash have made an appearance more than once 

but nervous flash is a new one

she’s never seen him sweat this much (even in gym class) and his lips part to read aloud, but a hopeless stutter comes out instead.

accepting defeat, he closes the journal

“thank you”

mj’s eyebrows shoot up, “seriously?”

flash chuckles, “seriously”

his hands shake as he pulls out the chair across from her, “i don’t know, if you never said anything to me, i probably would have kept on thinking that I was going crazy. i mean, i felt like I was going crazy.”

mj looks at him with apologetic eyes

“t-this doesn’t change anything, im just letting you know. im gonna leave everyone alone, and then you can all go back to hating me”

“i don’t hate you.” she corrects, brows furrowing.

flash doesn’t believe her. he’s hated by them, and he knows it.

and maybe he deserves it

“i hate how you act, how you treat my friends, how arrogant and annoying you can be, but I don’t hate you”

flash doesn’t really know what to say. everything she said is the truth, but it feels different hearing it to his face.

“you’re a special kind of person. like, an acquired taste.

he tilts his head, “thanks, i guess?”

she shrugs her shoulders, “anyway, im glad you got some help dude, you’ve been not yourself for too long”

flash smiles, a little.

then gives her a small wave, exiting the library

it isn't hard to find peter, they have economics together and normally he and ned come in a few minutes before class to chat, or finish up homework.

just as flash thought, when he walks into the classroom, he finds ned in a heated discussion with his friend.  

“no, that’s what I’m telling you dude! rey is obviously the daughter of palpatine, all of the signs are there, she- what?”

peter is giving flash a distant glare, and when ned notices, he stops, so he can glare at flash too.

“can we talk?” flash asks, attempts to make his voice strong failing when peter’s eyes narrow at the quiver in his tone.

the brunette boy looks confused for a while, but eventually, his shoulders shrug, “okay”

ned leaves, surprisingly without objecting to peter’s decision.

“what’s up?” peter asks, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

“im sorry.” flash exhales.

peter blinks

“I really am, parker, i don't think you can ever know how sorry i am. and i- im not playing a trick on you, i know i’ve done it before, but this...i-isn't that.”

peter looks away from him, eyes focused on his desk in confusion and shock.

“I want you to know, that i feel terrible about what happened. not just on tuesday, but, everything before that. Im sorry, peter. and, im never gonna bother you again, i swear. I just hope one day you can forgive me for all the bullshit i’ve put you through.”

peter sighs, blinking one more time before his eyes meet flash’s once again. “It’s already forgiven, dude.”

flash doesn’t know what he expected, but it certainly isn’t this. peter isn't angry, he didn’t yell, peter smiled at him, he forgave him. and flash knows he should be relieved, but it only frustrates him, because of course peter parker is too perfect to hold a grudge.

thankfully, the bell sounds and prevents him from having to reply. Students fill the classroom, and the desks around them, and without another word, flash goes to take his seat.

students glare at him as they walk down the aisles, but he acts like he can’t see them.

their eyes burn holes into his back, and their whispers are loud and clear.

but, he keeps it together.

even when he starts to hyperventilate and clench his fists to calm himself, he keeps it together 

and at the end of the period, when his teacher announces a project that needs a group of three, he keeps it together

flash is just gonna have to work alone on this one, it’s no big deal, but, he’s never had too before.

a kid who was his friend a week before, bumps into his desk on the way to join his other group members

people snicker

and flash is just about done, about to raise his hand and run to the bathroom, when the voice of an angel stops him 

“hey” 

flash turns around to find peter parker and ned leeds sitting at a table together, already paired for the project. 

the brunette boy shrugs his shoulders, “you wanna be in our group?”

ned’s brows furrow in confusion, but it doesn’t matter

flash lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and picks up his backpack, “sure”

things aren’t magically fixed 

flash won’t wake up tomorrow a better person, cured by his medicine and turned new 

he won’t be having sleepovers with the boys, they don’t join his discord anytime soon, and he’s keeping his netflix password to himself 

but that’s okay, those things take time 

flash has a lot of it

and there’s always gonna be more tuesdays 

published on a tuesday night (:

[xuxisbbymami]

Psych 101~ Lesson 3

Lesson 2

Masterlist

Warnings- swearing? But next chapter....

Word Count- 1.5k

A/N- it’s here finally thanks for being patient @softforeveryonecuzimsoft IS ONE OF THE NICEST PEOPLE EVER SHOW HER SOME LOVE PLS AND THX

You walk into class completely calm and relaxed. You took out all the anger you had for Yukhei yesterday on your juniors and vibrator. You completely forgot about him. That is until you see him sitting in the seat next to yours.

Why he’s at your seat isn’t the first question that you ask yourself. It’s how does he know where your seat is and why did he get here so early. From what you know he sits in the back and comes to class late while you’re always the first person in class.

Your unbothered face turns into a look of disgust as you approach your unassigned assigned seat.

As you get closer you see him looking down and fidgeting with his hands. He looks nervous? When you sit in your seat he looks up at you.

“Hi” he breathes out and shyly smiles at you. He sounds like he’s been holding his breath. Why

“Hey” you say in an unsure tone. You unpack your things and try figure out what he wants with you considering he insulted you for no reason yesterday.

He senses your confusion and gets to why he’s bothering you, “Look I just wanted to say I’m sorry about yesterday. That got way out of control and it’s my fault. I kept rethinking our argument and it was wrong of me to assume things about you then get pissed when you do the same thing. Oh and I’m not just saying this because I need you as my tutor. I feel really bad about what happened. I know you hear that I’m an asshole or whatever but I’m a nice guy and I’m usually not like that. I don’t know what came over me yesterday”.

You look at him even more confused than before, “I’m not saying you’re stupid and I’m not trying to insult you but who told you to say that. I don’t know you that well but I know you didn’t think of that on your own”.

He chuckles, “Jungwoo. Jungwoo told me what to say but I mean every word. I’m just not that good at saying what I mean in a way that most people can understand”.

You laugh a little too. You notice that you laugh more than usual around him.

“It’s okay Lucas I forgive you and I’m sorry for being bitchy I’m not like that either. But if you want to continue our sessions I need to know you’re serious. If you make a B on the quiz we can keep this going but if not then find someone else”.

He scoffs, “A B? Really that’s way above the grades I usually make”.

You grin, “Exactly and with my help B’s will be your new normal but only if you do as I say and put in the effort and work. You can do it. We can do it”.

He smiles back at you, “Okay okay. But I want to make up for yesterday”.

“Lucas I said it’s fine we both were out of line and you can make it up to me by making a B on your quiz-”.

“No. I want to take you take a party my fraternity is throwing next Friday. You need to let loose or you’ll go insane”.

You think about it for a second. You haven’t been partying since this past summer and your only way of relaxation can’t be orgasms you give to yourself and movies you binge watch.

“Okay but only if you make a B”.

He playfully mimics you, “only if i make a B”.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After your 11am class (American gov’t) you decide to go to your dorm and hang out with your roommate (and one of your only friends) Lisa. Usually at this time she’s sleeping since she takes evening classes but today she offered to order pizza and pay for it if you agreed to stop studying and hangout with her.

You became friends a couple weeks into freshman year. She noticed you both went to the library after your calculus 2 class you both shared. You guys studied together and she helped you out a lot since you struggled in that class. Not a lot of people know this but math is your weak point. You weren’t to the point of failing. You made B’s and to you that’s too close to failing. You repaided her back by helping her in your Lit class which you both again shared. When sophomore year came you guys no longer shared classes due to completely different majors. You loved Lisa and hanging around her but you thought you guys would fall off because you wouldn’t see each other as much but when you got your dorm and found out you got a double instead of a single you called her to see if she’d room with you. She, of course, said yes. She was living with her parents and desperately needed an excuse to leave home. Now you guys are roommates and best friends.

As you enter your dorm you see Lisa in her bed face stuffed with the pizza you guys are meant to share and jamming to whatever rapper she’s currently obsessed with. She looks like she would be into music and dancing which she is. She, unlike you, is extremely shy and keeps her interesting side reserved for you and her close friends. Not even her family, who she’s extremely close with, knows about this part of her.

“Where’s all the pizza, Lisa”? She looks up startled not hearing you come and awkwardly puts the pizza down.

“Hey girl how’s everything”? You roll your eyes at her and grab a slice of pizza. “Only a couple days into the new semester and I already have a super complicated project” you sigh and lie back.

“What class”?

“American gov”. Lisa smiles to herself thankfully for the fact that she’s majoring in biochemistry and not criminal justice like you.

“Do you have someone to work with you shouldn’t put all that pressure on yourself but I know how you feel about working with partners”

She’s right you hate working with people because you typically end up doing all the work. You usually don’t work with people unless your teacher forces you to but your friend Doyoung is in your class and he’s like you. He won’t let you do all the work.

“Yeah you know Doyoung? He’s working with me”. He is a serious person and even more serious about his work. Your similar personalities and majors is why you guys are close friends. He majors in Criminology hence why you shared so many classes first semester. He knew you were Stalin and often competed with you for the highest test score. You, of course, always beat him.

“You seem pretty close with him. Anything going on?” she looks at you suspectedly. You laugh, “I’m offended Lisa you should know me better. You I don’t have time for guys. And let’s say by some stroke of unfortunate luck that I did I wouldn’t want Doyoung. He knows me too well”.

Lisa rolls her eyes, “That makes no sense that’s a reason why you should like him. He knows you so well”! You shrug and a couple seconds later get a text message from Lucas.

LW~ hey ik i said i wanted tutoring to be later than usual but can it be our regular time? something came up

You guys agreed to have tutoring at 1:15 everyday but he told you before you left psych that he wanted to have it at 4:45 (around the time you left from tutoring your juniors) since “something came up”. You huff and roll your eyes. You had already told Doyoung you would work on your project together at the time you usually tutor Lucas.

You~ thanks for the early notice🙄

LW~ 😔 im sorry. i’ll buy you dinner

It’s almost 1 now and you have to reschedule with Doyoung. He does not like change.

You text him and tell him about the change and get your stuff together.

“Who was that?” Lisa asks while finishing the last slice of pizza.

You sigh, “Lucas. You know him? I’m tutoring him”.

Lisa drops her pizza and runs to the door to block as you’re about to leave. “Lucas? Lucas Wong? Why didn’t you tell me earlier y/n”?!

You look at her confused, “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Now I have to go”. You push past her and sticks her head out the door and screams, “WHY WOULDNT IT BE A BIG DEAL HES LUCAS UNLESS…. OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N ARE YOU HOOKING UP WITH HIM”?

You run to push her back in your dorm.

I swear she’s insane.

She loves to try to live her love life through you even though your love life is just as nonexistent as hers.

You shake your head to yourself and walk to the library as you try to ignore your neighbors looking at you strangely.

[faithsummers11]

Love never dies❤

A/N:- Hey!!! Guess what it's my birthday but that's not important what's important is that its harry's birthday. Well it's a different story that it's on the same day. So what im going to do is post a lots and lots of harry i have like 3 already in my drafts, so stay tuned.

Well someone requested me to write a oneshot about harry where "he's your friend for long time but then he finally deside to break the boundaries and make you his" but apparently i have written somewere similar to this plot oneshot about Niall so i decided to mix it up with another request well it's not a request something my sis wants me to write "where you are celebrity friends turned patners with some jelous harry and a bit of celeb drama"

Both of them are anyway cheesy but i thought I'll give it a go, so this is what i came up with i hope you guys like it. Sorry tht it's quite long. And Again english is not my first language so pardon me for any mistakes.

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"Umm.. I just wanted to ask like.. Umm... only if you're ok with it... will you be my like.. girlfriend" he asked with a bit nervousness "I think we should start it off with a friendship before getting into a relationship " i said politely denying his offer and forwarding a hand of friendship which he gladly shook. That event to today's day is something I'm utterly proud of and most regreted moment of my entire life

Oh how much i love him only if i could tell him this is the exact reason i regret rejecting him back then, it's not like i didn't like him back then, i did but we were kids he was 16 i was 15, if we would have got into a relationship back than then we would have ended even before we started, moreover i was just starting my career and so was he, i didn't wanted to go out of focus. But now that I've my roots in this industry and been so close to him that i even know his deepest darkest secreats, seen him in his most vulnerable state i have found myself fallen for him so hard that it was getting impossible to get up. But he probably was over that thing and was happy with the friendship we had, and had a lot of not-so-long relationship, not to mention he was now The Harry Styles who had millions of girls dieing for him.

"Mam the car is ready " my driver told me taking me out of my own world. I quickly grabbed my clutch and headed towards the car, i was going to this party which was held to celebrate all the sucessful music and movies of the year and i had been invited to, it was all celeb part so everyone was coming and being one of renowned name in both music and movie industry i was hell bent instructed to go, i quickly slipped into the car, and the driver started heading towards the destination.

As i was looking out of the window all the memories come back to me. It all started at the x-factor i was a selected to perfom as a celebrity performer with the boys, taking i only had one album out and was just starting my career i wasn't supposed to be there but considering that i worked for Simon's lable got me as a celebrity performer, i spend 4 days with the boys we got along so well, we also wrote copule of songs and performed a very orignal track on the show, which everyone tend to fall in love with. Especially Simon

After the performance was when harry proposed me and i said a no but fate had something saved for me since I worked with Simon's lable, Simon liking the song which me and the boys came up with, got me hooked with the boys. "I really like the chemistry " was what simon said and there after i was like the 6th member of the band. We went on tours together we shared arenas first day they performed 2 days later i performed in the same arena, we literally shared same crew same management and same hotel.

We travelled together, sneaked out of places together, pranked and drinked together, every thing i did they were with me, every thing they did i was with them this whole thing got us all together i became so close to the boys, zayn was like a brother to me, Louis was the patner in crime, liam was the gym buddy, niall and harry were the idiot friends, but out of all of them harry has always been the closest. Our friendship was something everyone idolized all the directioners love all the vedios i posted of all the nonsense we did, they also like it and considered me a part of them. Did i ever mentioned this made me one of the songwriters on a copule lot of their songs.

But this was only till their 4th album 'Four' was set to release and my tour for my 4th album was about to get over, that i decided to leave Simon's record lable, i was working on my 5th album and due to my work in a movie i was getting a lot more movies offer, but Simon wanted me to forget about acting, which triggered . Me truely speaking the management was already bitchy about every thing and controlled every thing we did and when simon added that i made a final decision and then realeased my 5th album under Capitol records. Well even after that i was friends with them we still used to do get together & meet ups when everthing started going wrong zayn left the band and they didn't actually talked after that but he was still a friend of mine he even introduced me to his now girlfriend Gigi and the boys went on break and all went solo well that was their decision and that never changed anything I've always been there for them if they needme, me and harry are still the closest I still run up to him even at 3 in the morning if he needs me. Only niall is been really flirty nowadays.

"We're here " my driver announced snapping me out of my flashback, i quickly had a look at the mirror and prepared myself for the flashing cameras.

The moment i stepped out all the cameras flashed i heard my name been called from different directions. Even if it was a party it had some kind of red carpet. I possed for the cameras for some time and moved forward where a lot of people were interviewed, i was making my way when a interviewer caught me he asked me about my upcoming movie and about my tour for the current album but then what he asked was something i wasn't prepared for. "So y/n what do you think about harry styles and (anyone you want)'s breakup? "

"Oh umm.. I don't know.. I mean what can i say .... there decision i say.... Ya. Umm i don't know"

"You are his closest friend as he say, so do you think you will now have a chance with him, cause trust me no this a lot of people out there ship you two, do you like him?"

This question by the interviewer got me, i cannot help the blush that creeped on to my cheeks it took all in me to not to scream in his face about how happy i was with the breakup and how much i loved him "umm.. Well we are just friends " was all i said before leaving.

I was glad i was inside, i quickly grabbed a drink and found a group of friends who i got into a conversation with. I was in a conversation when i heard someone call my name, i turned to see it was niall standing in a corner with harry, ed And ed's girlfriend. I excused myself and went over to them i greated every one with smile and hugs, being in this industry for 8-9 years now i was friend with everyone i knew, ed being close one again because of harry, he was close to harry and so to me.

"Hey mate how you doing ". i asked niall getting out of his warm hug.

"Nothing much, just the album and stuff, btw what about you heard you got paired with Rayan Gosling for your upcoming movie, you must be dying happy isn't he your celebrity crush" Niall said all exited

"Yep he is, you know when i came to know about he being my patner, i truely lost my shit i was jumping around my entire house like a crazy maniac " everyone busted out laughing on how exited i was, ofcourse it was like a dream come true for me.

"Looks like you've been stalking her niall " harry kinda snapped

"Umm.. No mate it's all over the internet i was just happy for her and a..." Niall said but was cut by harry "Dosen't matter mate it's ok don't bother me about it, she has already worked with some legends in the industry that dosen't change her winny self, stop thinking of yourself like god y/n" harry said more like dissed me i was expecting a congrats but he was acting a bit bitchy towards me lately ever since the last meet at award show some days ago. He didn't picked up my calls or spoke to me without throwing shade at me, and he being rude hurted me to hell, cause it was the last thing i wanted i loved him beyond belief i couldn't have afforded the loss of our friendship at any cost.

Ed probably senced that he being the only one who knows my feelings for him, spoke " wohh mate easy there you being rude now, you two share the best friendship i know so plzz now" "Whatever " harry said rolling his eyes. I was literally holding back tears at this point.

Just than Charlie puth came up "Hey Y/N, here you are, hey guys i hope you are doing fine, sorry to disturb you but can i just borrow your friend for a minute just need to talk some business" charlie said excusing both of us. I was so thankful to him about it cause if i would have stayed there a minute more i would've bursted into tears.

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Harry's p.o.v:-

She left with Charlie with sad and teary eyes, not as her cheerful self, not as she arrived i knew i made her sad, and i hate myself for doing that, i can't belive i was doing that to her, she has been by my side whenever i needed her, without any ulterior motives she never did that because she wanted to sleep with me or for my fame, she was more famous than me at the end.

I don't know what I'm doing but if I've to get over her this is the only way, she has me crazy about her but don't seem to wanna be mine. She has this effect on me ever since we first met, i love her since then, and my love for her dosen't seem to fade away even after all the years infact i found myself falling for her even more. All my attempts to get over her failed all those girls and relationship i had to get her out of my head all failed nothing ever worked, my last girlfriend i don't even wanna talk about it i litraliterally fucked her to y/n's thaught screaming y/n's name, i never spoke to her after that, but she seemed to have spilled the beans with her friends cause i remember y/n telling me about how all my ex girlfriends were acting bitchy with her, even if some of them were her good friends. She didn't saw the pattern there but i did.

This all was not my fault that i can't get over her, it was all her, she first said a no to me but became so close to me that i literally didn't felt no need of a gurd around her, she was the one who sneeked me out for some fun or ice-cream when i felt down or home sick, stayed up all night and look after me when i was not well, always been there whenever i needed someone to hold me at the depths of my despair, she was the one who soothed me when i felt down with all the hate comments. She was the one who made me feel worthy when i felt worthless, she was the one to run to me just on a phone call even 3 in the am not to share a bed with me but sit by my side and listen to all my nonsence, she was always one call away, but never let me call her mine or should i say i never got the guts to propose he again after that.

Well that's what niall said, i remember the award show we attended some days ago Niall was flirting with her the whole time, which got my blood boil so after the show i cornered him wanting an answer

"What the fuck are you doing niall!??"

"What mate what's wrong??"

"Why were you flirting with y/n the whole time??, your eyes never left her " I bit yelled at his face.

"Whohh mate chill down there i was just trying, ya know i kinda like her and ya see she is single im trying mate "

"Stop then! Stop trying your luck ok you ain't getting her keep your distance from he.." i was cut off

" Or what will you do, see mate i know you have feelings for her but, mate i have waited for you to make a move long enough now, you ain't doing anything, i mean.. Have you seen y/n she is one of the biggest names in the industry, beautiful like no other, purest soul with heart of gold and hot as hell, hotness drips down every inch of her body, c'mon mate every man wants her. And I'm no different, if you don't have the guts to confess your love to the closest person to you not my fault mate, being your friend I'll suggest you mave a move before someone else get her or just forget her"

Niall left me with no word he was right, i couldn't even count how many men have showed intrest in her, I just wanted to go tell her but then all the bond we had i feared losing it, feared losing our friendship, but still i don't know why but i decided to go the other way and try to forget her. Thus, ending up being everything she disslike, been all shady and bitchy, cocky little shit.

I was all in my thoughts when Niall nudged me "looks like Charlie is getting what you think is yours" he said making me look in the direction where y/n and Charlie were standing. There she was giggling and laughing her famous laugh something i died for, Charlie was saying something to her wispering in her ear being all touchy and shit, even she was laughing on with him her hand constantly on his chest or on his shoulder, sometimes going in his hairs. That seemed nothing like any business talk.

I know he was into her, how? Well Liam told me, when Liam worked with him he told me how obsessed charlie was with y/n and how he requested liam to set his meeting with her, no wonder he fancied her collaboration was just a cleaver means, for him to get to know her and by the picture i was getting he was pretty much succeeding.

I was satring at them with bloodshot eyes. My anger has taken over me now, i didn't know what i was saying or doing anymore. I didn't know when i just raged towards them.

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Y/N's :- P.o.v

I was talking to Charlie, we were talking about the upcoming song that we were working on, well i know it was not just about the song I'm not a fool to not understand that he fancied me, and was trying his best to impress me, little did he know i already had my Heart for someone else, that's one of the biggest disadvantage of being single, everyone who likes you tries to hit on you, not even trying to understand once why you are single.

I have to admit that Charlie is one funny person to be around, we were just talking and he was telling some funny ass stories from his tour days, which had me laughing to death, just when i felt eyes on me and when i turned to look in the direction i saw harry's bloodshot eyes boring into me and charlie.

In my complet time of knowing harry i haven't seen this kind of rage in his eyes a mixture of anger and frustration with something which i wasn't able to put my fingure on. I turned to look at Charlie and continued talking, just a moment later i felt a hand on my shoulder it was harry, he lightly squeezed my shoulder, looking straight into my eyes, i was not able to understand what was on his mind, he looked at me and then looked at Charlie shooting him a glare.

"I hope you're done with your business talk, i want to talk to you y/n" harry said pressing the word 'business'.

"Yes harold say what you wanna talk about"

"It's abit personal, can you plzz come with me for a minu.." harry was cut off by Charlie

"Sorry mate but we aren't finished talking yet can you just wait for some time"

"Nope, y/n it's important, you are coming with me now " harry said with stern voice.

"Hey mate! you don't own her so stop making your own decision " Charlie said adding fule to harry's anger

"You're coming with me or not?" harry asked me through gritted teeths. I wasn't able to understand what was going on, why was harry so angry, my brain was trying to figure out everything, and till i could respond harry yelled "Fine" and started leaving.

"Harry wait" i called as i put my glass down and started going behind him. His anger was over the top, his normal gentlemanly behaviour was thrown out of the window, he knocked and pushed everthing and everyone in the way, when i finally caught him.

" Harry wait, what's wrong talk to me "

"None of your business " he said starting to walk away again, but i hold on to his arm and made him to stop.

"Tell me, what's bugging you, i can help"

"You cannot, just let me go "

" No way in hell are you leaving without telling me what's upp "

"Why.." Harry started his voice was raised but he quickly stopped looking around and realising we were still in the party. He grabbed a strong hold of my hand and dragged me out of the party, he was still angry i don't know why but he was, his grip on my hand was tightening not bothering of leaving marks he was dragging me from different hallways full of people, Not giving a shit about me tripping on my own legs or people watching us, till we reached the parking lot.

He opened his rover's door for me and commnded "Get in" his voice stern and angry.

"Harry for god sake are you going to tell, what's this all about, where are you taking me??"

"I SAID FUCKING GET IN" harry yelled right in my face, this scared me i know harry will never hurt me not intently, i got in the car and harry came in the drivers seat and started driving

I put my hand on his lap and started "Harry.. "

"SHUT UPP" he yelled again, slapping away my hand from his lap. I was literally on the verge of crying, his rude behaviour was killing me, but i knew not to bother him taking his yelling and rudeness in his behaviour. I kept my mouth shut for the entire ride, looking out of the window trying to figure out what i did wrong.

I was just starting out of the window remembering all the good old memories that i had with harry not even realising the tears that slipped my eyes. I wiped the tears when the car came to an halt. I realized it was harry's place. I wanted to ask him why he has brought me here, but before i can ask him any thing he was out opening my door and pulling me out and dragging me into his house and litraliterally throwing me on the floor this got anger bubble up in me, he was crossing his limits, he got me angry all pooling in my eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" harry yelled his anger out, not bothering picking me up. I quickly got up, collecting myself and yelling on top of my lungs

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??, WHY ARE YOU ACTING RUDE AND SHADY?? WHAT DID I DO?"

Harry burst a sarcastic haugh "What did you do? Stop acting innocent, you know what I'm talking about"

"Oh for fuck sake harry, keep it clear what did i do?"

"Whay are you being all slut, being all over Niall and that Charlie guy, why don't you FUCK THEM ALREADY ".

His words had venom in them i was shocked, my eyes wide in amazement.

"Why would i do that, they are just friends, and even if i do it's none of you business " i chocked the word out.

"Ohh plzz it's all my businesses, you cannot be friends with them, or go all the way flirt..."

"And do what harry, they are the only people good to me nowadays, you been shady to me, you are my best friend but you ain't even talking to me, and don't even get to me on what you said to you ex'es because even my best friends are being bitchy with me, so plzz.."

" I didn't did anything, its you all you", he said tears forming in his eyes his voice lowering . " Everthing is wrong, it's all my mistake, all because of you " harry said breaking down, his voice cracking. Fuck how rude he was, but seeing him break, ached my heart.

I went close to him took his hands in mine and calmy asked "what's it harry tell me, I'm here for you, I'll always be" he looked deep into my eyes the rage was back, my heartbeat increased, my stomach did flips, the next thing i remember he had me pinned to the nearest wall, hands above my head, his body pressed to mine, i was breathing his breath, his lips hovering over mine, my heart was beating out of my chest, harry has never been this close to me, sure we have cuddled and hugged but never been this close physically.

"I don't know but you are the only thing i want y/n , i don't know why i was shady, just cannot take you with anyone else, i can't do this anymore i want you to be mine only mine, i can't be in all the friendzone shit when all i want to do is fuck you mindlessly, go on dates with you, do all the cheesy copule shit with you, hold your hand in front of everyone and scream on top of my lungs how much i love you, i re..."

I cut him by kissing him, when our lips met all this frustration and tension was released, which both of us were holding, now i understand the emotion in his eyes it was jealousy. I was over the moon to know he felt for me the same way i did for him.

He broke the kiss and looked stright into my eyes, "So should i take that you love me the same way as i do " harry said with sparkling eyes, "ofcorse you idiot i love you too, what took you so long" harry kissed me again his lips gental yet hungry, he licked my bottom lip for entrance, i ggladly opend my lips for him to deepen the kiss,.

Soon the way to his bedroom was marked with our expensive cloths, my body was pressed under him, his naked chest pressed to mine, his hands massaged my breasts, he pinched my nipple and i yelped into his mouth, he chuckled, and trailed kisses down till he reached my breast and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it "you have no idea how long I've waited for this" harry said switch to my other breast, "well that goes both wayssss.." i half gaspd when his hand reached my clit and started playing with my folds "so, wet for me already aren't you?" harry said inserting his long digits into me, he started pumping in and out as he increased his pace i was a moaning mess under him, just as i thought i was close to my release he removed his hand, i wimphered at the loss, A long moan left my mouth when he sucked on his digit.

I felt him line up at my entrance "wait you don't want me to suck you off first" i asked taking him in my hand. He laid me down back pressing his tip at my entrance "we'll have a lot of time for that but now, if i don't fuck your brains out, i would probably burst " with that he pushed all the way into me, he was bigger than my imaginations, it took me some time to adjust to his size, but once igave him the green signal he went all the way from slow and steady to pounding into me relentlessly, hard and fast, he was diving me crazy. Long moans and skin slapping on skin were the only voices to be heard in the room.

I felt my orgasm fast uproching, the knot in my stomach tightned and my walls clenched around him, "let it go baby girl" harry wispered in my ear before kissing me, that was all i needed to let go. My body felt light, the plesure taking over me, my breathing heavy, when i felt twitch inside me, his pace wasn't slowing, i thrusted my hips upwards to meet his, so he can go deeper, soon i felt him spill inside me and he crashed on top of me. Heavy breaths slowing down as we were coming down from our highs.

After a minute or so harry pulled out, i wimphered at the loss, he went in the bathroom and came with a damp cloth and cleaned me. After he was done he plopped beside me and i snuggled into his chest

"You know what y/n"

"What??"

"I might know why my ex'es are being bitchy with you"

"You know??, why are they doing that?? Tell me"

"This is embarrassing, but you know i my last girlfriend.. " harry said turning to look at me

"Yep, what abot her?.."

"Umm.. I kinda fucked her.. Screaming your name"

I sat up shocked not believing my ears "No fucking way, tell me you are lying " i half chuckled and half shocked.

"Well that's true, and she seemed to have spilled the beans, and Thats why they are acting wieard with you"I laughed out loud "oh my god harry, you had so many girlfriends how am i going to deal with this " i said snuggling back into him "you really love me that much" "i love you beyond belief y/n i love you so ao much " Harry said before doseing off into deep sleep. It's truely said that love never dies.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Hope you guys like it if you like it let me know Also give me some ideas for writing harry imagines for his birthday week, smut or not dosent matter, I'll definitely write it, drop them in the ask box.

Also go check my previous writtings,links here 1.Best punishment ever. 2. Dream come true 3. Get away pt1, pt2, pt3. 4. Roommates pt1, pt2. 5. Friends!! ain't we?.

[lokbobpop]

Forget

Old English forgietan "lose the power of recalling to the mind; fail to remember; neglect inadvertently," from for-, used here probably with privative force, "away, amiss, opposite" + gietan "to grasp" (see get (v.)). To "un-get," hence "to lose" from the mind.

to cease or fail to remember; be unable to recall: to forget someone's name. to omit or neglect unintentionally: I forgot to shut the window before leaving. to leave behind unintentionally; neglect to take: to forget one's keys. to omit mentioning; leave unnoticed. to fail to think of; take no note of.

Forget for get forge it for forage t f or get

Writing forget

This gets me down i can’t remember and it get worse and worse all the time i think ok im getting better my thyroid must be know after all i have done but no im still out of balance im still being forgetful and tired but the forgetful is a life long thing its just gilt worse i can’t remember any fucking this it actually depresses me why cant I remember why os it so hard just to remember something yes sure my hormones are out of wack at the mo with menopause but why do i hav ect have this anyway whys in my dna thats fucked up there g where theres meant to be a t i think lol but can I Shang my dna no i cant at this time maybe in centuries to come i will but as sunette said its just the way you are and thats it nothing to be done i cant change i cant so make the most of what i do have expand on what is right with me so what is wrong wont matter either to me because what ive made right will be far more important than what i cant do.

Reading forget

Trying to forget my thoughts this is provoking ot be hell real hell live what you resist will persist is so fucking true so im dealings with a few i seem to pick up the about 20/30 regular ones that i have looked at built not delt with properly really i need more depth really the guy on the bus to day showed me what im living fuck you i dont care your not going to hurt me its not far you point at me about my mask i went into a completely defensive place within like he had hurt me and the rest of the trip i was like fuck you you cant tell me what to do and how i should do it even though its law that i have to so i was breaking the law but all i could see was it was his fault his fear and maybe he had ever right to fear me with my mask half down hey maybe he was a sick person who wanted to the bus ride and i should of respected hos wishes but i see it was the way i felt he was rude in point at ma angrily this was what ot was yes i let all the knives coming out of him dig in ma and i went into reaction.

People remember so much better than me when talking to fiends about what we did in the part i just don’t remember stuff they remember so much better i hope one day i get back more memory because its there it just needs ot come up im like in an essence of it and not in it.

Don’t forget i will say to the girls and what do they do they forget why are we so forgetful hoe fucking annoying is this shit my mum was the same with remember to do this and no i forget I think if someone needs to remember something we should have something for easy to remind not your phone something easier than that even.

The thinks you want to forget the bad stuff yep that gorgeous deep dark whole within you where you never want to go i see i compare my deep dark hole the shadow self to others and i see myself worse than others i can’t think urgently of a friend that there minds are not as bad as mine as i only see all the shit i have done and dis;alike it instead of embracing it about myself loving it about myself yes i need ot love that stuff to get over that stuff it’s a working program and im on it. I think i dont know any because any person who was vaguely like me i wasn’t friends with bitchy women yep not interested so i dont have bad friend she they got crap but have they done what i have done maybe not and i see myself as being far worse and if i can love that far worse what a power i will have over me so mind whatever it is its you not me i have made mistakes but i learning all about you and the way you work the more you show me who you are :)

I can’t remember peoples names i dotn know why give me a face and yep ive got it but a name literally split second after its just gone i dotn know where but it has for sure.

I dont want to forget what o dotn know about me i want to know everything i have aloud so i can put it right the mind in all its glory is showing me so i can stop it thank you mind yes thank you for all you do even thought it bad lol

Say forget

Forget out i dont want to know when arguing with my husband he will say this and that and either he will say it or i will say sorry im not interested i dont want to know forget also forget what i said as i dotn want to talk about it anymore actually i think he says this more than me.

Forgetful come up my being forgetful all the time not remembering stuff which pisses me off but i can work with that and what i do remember and i should do what sunette said and draw it mmm

Forget me nots the flower its a tiny blue flower just gorgeous

The thoughts im working on and want to forget there are there they will probably never go well they wont they are etched in stone lol but doesn’t mean i have ot be this way anymore does it not i dont i dont have to like everyone but i can do my best in this life.

Forget it comes up when ive asked the girls a millions times it feel ti help me do something they dont and i shout out of just forget it really pissed off

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Does this definition support me no i want to forget but know all i want to forget is key to remembering and finding me under al those thoughts is me what what they do ?mmm yes they wouldnt do what i do now so i need ot see me for what i have aloud t be and love myself and other as one and equal yep.

Forget forge it

Forget

Embrace the glitch’s in life the blankly spots within me if i dont know it cant be that important can it only what is here and now is the important part so

To not need to see something at a particular moment to work with what i have right in front of me the now

I will live this word a what is forgotten is not what im dealing with right now what i need is right in front of me deal with this so to forget is to be blinker to focus of what needs to be looked at and that all to forget is to see what is here now.

[frnkievigo]

ey y’all! i’m olive (georgia’s player) and this is my aggressive bean saskia!! she’s an old muse of mine and bundle of drama (some things never change) and i can’t wait to plot with y’all!!! im hyped up on about four cups of coffee and im ready to do this!

( taylor hill | 21 | cisfemale ) i swear i saw saskia cohen around campus yesterday. i hear she is very abrasive, mercurial & clever, which explains why when you think of them, you’d think of stick and poke tattoos & ripped fishnet tights tucked into doc martens. they’re in their junior year and studying music. (olive, 21, est, she/ha)

also her pinterest is here! 

first of all: she’s garbage!! your problematic fave. selfish and manipulative. cares only about herself and can’t be bothered by emotions (except for anger). would sell your soul for a klondike bar. would sell her own soul but it’s already gone

probably one of the richest people you will ever meet. also know as saskia “i’m richer than u” cohen. her dad works for apple so she’s known to throw free ipads at people as bribes/gifts.

SCARY AF

LOVES. SEX. doesn’t know when to stop talking about sex and is rlly bad at keeping the words that come out of her mouth appropriate. probably keeps a list of everyone she’s slept with and loves to cause trouble in your household. would love some awkward hookup plots bc I think those are hilarious

coke lover! a bad little habit she developed in high school/college. rlly admires jack kerouac (bc she’s trash) and thinks doing a ton of drugs makes her a cooler musician. probably sells shit on the side sometimes to keep up her income when she’s cut off by her parents

she has a bit of an anger management problem. while most of the time her bitchiness is tolerable and she gets away with it, she can fly off the handle really easily. it’s really terrifying when she snaps because she looks so sweet and harmless?? someone needs to teach her what guilt is. has been known to carry a knife disguised in a lipstick tube.

i swear she has a ehart but its buried underneath about ten layers of trauma and sarcasm

she’s from LA and has a lot of famous friends from her degenerate youth. most likely to be spotted slapping a girl on a reality television show

her mom is a failed Hollywood actress who remarried with her twenty one year old boyfriend, so you could say she has a bitter relationship with her family. lots of pent up rage surrounding her parents

her mom in particular is HORRID. think of a combination of Kris Jenner and Trish Walker’s mom from Jessica Jones. momager to the extreme abusive end. they really wanted Saskia to be a child star, so her mom made her diet at the age of 6, treated her really awfully and verbally berated her, etc

is queen of the pity party. she pretty much is the champion of feeling sorry for herself, and then getting blackout drunk to make up for it. she thinks she’s the only one that’s been through shit cue the big sigh.

is actually secretly very smart?? could be doing anything and is either going to end up a ceo or the boss of a crime syndicate. studying music at lockwood bc its her passion but she’s surprisingly very good at math and science too despite showing up to class looking like a truck just hit her every da

her aesthetic is kind of satin sheets, chokers, black clothing, methol cigarettes, whisky, black coffee, bruised knuckles, bloody lips, eye bags, dark lipstick, doc martens

WANTED PLOTS: fwb, hookups, a relationship that’s quickly going off the rails, toxic exes who still fight all the time, unlikely friends, a friend she’s protective of, GIVE ME HER BANDMATES!

that’s all I can think of for now!! like this post if you wanna plot and I’ll spam your messages

[svskiacohen]

ey y’all! i’m olive (frankie’s player) and this is my aggressive little bean saskia!! she’s a and old muse of mine bundle of crazy (some things never change) and i can’t wait to plot with y’all!!! im hyped up on about four cups of coffee and im ready to do this!

first of all: she’s garbage!! your problematic fave. selfish and manipulative. cares only about herself and can’t be bothered by emotions (except for anger). would sell your soul for a klondike bar. would sell her own soul but it’s already gone

probably one of the richest people you will ever meet. also know as saskia “i’m richer than u” cohen. her dad works for apple so she’s known to throw free ipads at people as bribes/gifts.

SCARY AF

LOVES. SEX. doesn’t know when to stop talking about sex and is rlly bad at keeping the words that come out of her mouth appropriate. probably keeps a list of everyone she’s slept with and loves to cause trouble in your household. would love some awkward hookup plots bc I think those are hilarious

coke fiend!! drug fiend in general. a bad little habit she developed in high school/college. rlly admires jack kerouac and thinks doing a ton of drugs makes her a better writer. probably sells shit on the side sometimes to keep up her income when she’s in between freelance writing jobs.

she has a bit of an anger management problem. while most of the time her bitchiness is tolerable and she gets away with it, she can fly off the handle really easily. it’s really terrifying when she snaps because she looks so sweet and harmless?? someone needs to teach her what guilt is. has been known to carry a knife disguised in a lipstick tube.

she’s from LA and has a lot of famous friends from her degenerate youth. most likely to be spotted slapping a girl on a reality television show

her mom is a failed Hollywood actress who ran off to Spain with her twenty year old boyfriend, so you could say she has a bitter relationship with her family. lots of pent up rage surrounding her parents

her mom in particular is HORRID. think of a combination of Kris Jenner and Trish Walker’s mom from Jessica Jones. momager to the extreme abusive end. they really wanted Saskia to be a child star, so her mom made her diet at the age of 6, treated her really awfully and verbally berated her, etc

is queen of the pity party. she pretty much is the champion of feeling sorry for herself, and then getting blackout drunk to make up for it

is actually secretly very smart?? her dad forced her to study mathematics at lockwood but she’s surprisingly very good at it despite showing up to class looking like a truck just hit her every day

she’s a writer for a lot of different magazines, since what she secretly wants to do is write a novel

her aesthetic is kind of satin sheets, chokers, black clothing, methol cigarettes, whisky, black coffee, bruised knuckles, bloody lips, eye bags, dark lipstick, doc martens, anything that soothes her literary party girl soul

that’s all I can think of for now!! like this post if you wanna plot and I’ll spam your messages