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082112 · 1 year ago

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I told Nirali today that I decided to leave Outer Coast.

Context: for the past week or two I’ve been having horrible anxiety and it’s brought up all these horrible things inside me. I was afraid I was socially deficient and that I was vain and unimportant and had something wrong with me and would be consigned to a life of being secondary and being lonely, and perceived even normal activities or coincidences as slights against me from people or from the universe. I wanted to leave, and I told my parents and all my friends back home. I’ve been quite short and terse in classes this entire week to all my teachers. Yesterday after crying in front of Nirali admitting just a tiny fraction of this, I called home and then typed out a long rant while crying, lying perfectly horizontal facing the wall in my bed, until my literal eyeballs hurt. I showed up 5 minutes late to SB meeting clearly having bawled out my eyes too. Some excerpts from said rant:

gonna drop out of this microcollege because it’s actually been destroying my mental health and self image for the past few weeks

and i’m constantly convinced something is wrong with me socially

how violently angry and petulant my reaction [to being extended an offer to connect and spend time together with a teacher] was is a clear sign i’m not okay and clearly have some unmitigated issues. but every experience of someone else in my cohort having friends or a good time seems to me like clear evidence that i’m a social failure who isn’t strong enough to see what i do through (re: dropping out) and is cowardly enough to run away from things instead of actually confronting them

like. what if there’s something wrong with me and everyone that has loved me and chose to know me, ever, is because i got lucky

and the reasons i keep telling myself to stay are “i need a transcript from this microcollege so grad schools can see im not bumming around” “maybe my teacher here can write me a good letter of rec for grad school” “how am i gonna explain this to the x scholarship committee that my character and personal failings were so great I dropped out of something I intentionally walked into and was so excited for and told all my friends about when in fact I just acted like a huge petty loser at the end and ran away”

and my god. what if someone at this place saw through all the pleasant smiles and intellect and reflexive laughter and they saw the jealousy and insecurity and anger and fear. wouldn’t that be horrible?

I also texted Sun and Huitzilin about how I wanted to leave. Huitzilin actually told me about their experience too, which reinforced my decision, and I think by the end of the night I had made up my mind I was going to go.

Conversation excerpts from me, there:

Ugh. Is it crazy to feel like you’re losing your personhood? I feel like I should be experiencing the opposite at a place where we’re supposed to be learning radical new ways of understanding the world. But I keep on feeling like the opposite where I’m just a body with obligations to “community partners” and “class” instead of an actual conviction to do these things. And I was so excited originally too!

I also feel mildly insane for the thoughts of like “but no transcript?” (Said in the tone of no bitches? no head?) and like “if I only stayed for 10wks it doesn’t seem impressive enough as a full semester” and “what if everyone learns something life changing the day I leave and I am the only one who was left out on the Forbidden Mysterious knowledge” and shit 📲💁🏻‍♀️🤣👍😅😋👍

yes!! I have talked to my parents incessantly about this because like. I have ALL these reasons to stay. and I’ve been beating myself up over like not being excited enough about them or whatever

but at the same time the only thing that sort of makes me feel better is the thought of leaving

Which probably says something about like, how I’m doing. And maybe my need to go DESPITE all these fun shiny experiences I could have while staying

And so today I woke up having decided that I am going to leave, and lay in bed until around 11:30 just idly on my phone (cancelled my hatchery service and everything), called my mom to tell her I decided to leave, emailed Nirali for an extra meeting, took a shower, went to lunch, went to class.

In class we had some guests, and Matthew talked about a tough event that had happened yesterday - a pair of shoes belonging to a past SJ student was found on campus during construction - and so the Kiks.ádi clan was going to come today and do a ceremony. Our guest Yeilt’ooch’ Tláa shared a really beautiful phrase they used in the Yukon:

Which she wrote and I approached her after to annotate. She had this amazing air to her that felt so welcoming and kind and grateful and it made me feel very happy to talk to her briefly. I found it tremendously beautiful and moving. In this context she said it to the people of history, I think, the people that lived on SJ campus, and the idea that we will not leave you all behind - as in we will not forget you, we will not leave you behind in the past. But she says it’s used for many occasions in the Yukon, not just for the recognition and bearing of history. Teenagers, she said, will say it to each other. If you have a 12-year-old that is slow. If you have a group of people running together. Hél is another version of Tlél (lit. translation “not”), yee is the second person plural, nák_ is “to leave behind,” and gax_too.aat is “we will” + “go” (used in reference to multiple people, who are us).

I thought about this for a while and was moved. I think this is a sentiment I will carry too. It’s reassuring to hear. It makes you feel cared for. And it’s very powerful, too. I thought about all the ways I wanted to bear history and the people I did not want to leave behind in it: my family, my predecessors on this continent, people in the world whose legacy or way of being I inherit, in one way or another, unto myself. And then I started thinking about how I could co-opt this for graduate school admissions (Histories of women? Queerness? Diaspora? Some other buzzword?) and now as I write this I feel mildly terrible about that.

(Quick aside: being here has gifted me a beautiful lexicon. “Ways of knowing,” “ways of being,” “holding things,” and so on. Haa kusteeyí, I think they spell it in Tlingit. Not sure on that though.)

Anyway, after class I approached Nirali and told her that I had decided I was leaving, and she told me that I was a gift, to which I asked for a hug and tried very hard not to cry. And then she was off to the ceremony and I was off to sit in my room and browse the CSmajors Reddit. Matthew said there would be a drum circle down at the docks at 5 and so a little bit before 5 I went down to the docks. I saw the ceremony still going while walking down so I mildly but did not particularly expect them.

I sat on the dock and looked at the setting sun and listened to the Oh Hellos.

I also talked into the SSP server about said feelings. At this point I was having a really lovely day because I had learned that wonderful phrase earlier and the sunset and sitting on the dock was very beautiful. I noticed the tide was very low so I walked down the path next to the science center onto the beach. The water had receded further than I had ever seen before, maybe fifty feet back, and plenty of rocks with barnacles and seaweed and sea grass (I was rather taken by how pretty and silky it looked) and mussels were all exposed. I spent maybe 10 minutes walking in this low tide zone. I tried to climb a large rock but my shoes kept slipping and so I made a smart decision to slide on my butt back down. Then I freaked myself out by telling myself waterlines always recede dramatically before tsunamis and scampered back up to SJ campus. (I’m pretty sure tsunamis are also preceded by earthquakes and that we get notifications for them if we can detect them, but hey anxiety, my old friend.)

While walking back I saw the mountains behind SJ campus. I think it was one of the Sisters. They were tall and pink-shadowed and very beautiful.

I then met with one of my SSP mentees to work on her early action essays, had dinner, found out the drum circle happened ten minutes after I’d left, felt mildly betrayed, and met with my other SSP mentee. I called my mom briefly to tell her about how great of a day I’d had and how it made me feel conflicted about leaving again. Now I keep thinking: but today was so lovely. If I have days like today, I don’t want to leave. There must be many more beautiful things that are waiting in the future here. Won’t I be missing all these new ways of knowing?

Afterwards I went into Jazz’s room and tried to tell her about leaving, but Ben came in and asked us to go to Pell’s. Normally I would say no thank you. But I was thinking, I’m leaving and I haven’t even been to Pell’s. So we went to Pell’s (I wore 4 layers on top and 2 layers on the bottom). It was very cold.

The stars were very beautiful. I was informed that at Samsing cabin everyone could a) see even more stars, even the Milky Way and b) everyone smoked weed together. One part was surprising to me. I did not know that.

I then begged to go on the docks to see the stars better. Apparently the aurora was supposed to be visible on the horizon tonight, but the mountains and town are north and we did not see much. Ben suggested the tennis courts, so we lay down there and I told them that I wanted to leave. Neither of them seemed very surprised and both were very supportive. Then I told them about how I was having second thoughts because of how nice a day I was having, to which Ben empathized. “I had the most fun when I thought I was leaving,” he said. “It was because I thought fuck it and just started doing things.” I agreed. I had just done that with Pell’s.

We also made it a bit down to the docks (it was very slippery, as a thin sheet of frost was intermingled with the top layer of wood) before we went back to Yaw because the other two people had to piss. Afterwards we dragged 3 sleeping pads outside to lie in the grass and look at the stars more. I told Jazz a bit of how horribly I was feeling these past 2 weeks and how I was worried there was something wrong with me. She was very kind and was like, “why didn’t you tell me! It helps to have someone there for you!” to which I was only able to sort of say something about pride and fear and not being able to ask for things in the thick of it.

The truth is that I think I keep pride and fear (and a few other relatives) so intensely close to me, so constantly, that they become my silence. And I really need to work on that. I think I will stick it through and leave. And I know I am leaving because I had such an awful experience with mental health these past few weeks which made me so sad to be here, in such a beautiful place. And I know that that experience happened because I was in a hard place, and I have been carrying a lot of weight, and I need to learn to listen to myself and be more kind to myself. I am horrible and ruthless to myself and I really deserve better. I think I have many parts of myself that are wonderful and gentle and good. But when I get so into my head, all I can do is think about how horrible I am and how vain and shallow and insubstantial I think myself to be. And I don’t really deserve that.

So I think I’m going to follow through with leaving. I need to figure out how to tell the rest of SB and staffulty. To be honest, I kind of really don’t want to. Especially after such a good day. And the kindness and warmth people bring on purpose here. Ben said that it’s hard to leave community. It’s hard to find a place where people genuinely care for you like they do here. And I think that is very true. I wish I spoke to staffulty more, picked their brains more, asked them more questions. But perhaps if I had stayed here and hurted I still would have left unsatisfied and resentful and unconnected. In this sense I think I would like to try again (not necessarily by repeating any experiences, but trying again as in connecting with others again) once I work with myself a little more.

I will miss this tremendously. Already I have a fear that I will never find a place like this in the world again. But I also think it is not wrong to go home. To rest - truly rest - and to ask myself how I can begin to heal. I don’t want to frame this as me blaming myself for ruining this experience with my weakness with respect to mental health or fortitude. Rather just that I am hurting. That is not a fault of mine. It’s hard for me to believe this, even as I’m typing this out in live time. But this is the truth. I did not blow this for myself because I am weak. Instead I am taking care of myself because I have been hurting for a long time. And Outer Coast is not perfect. There is a lot they could have done better. But I do not regret coming here at all. I have acquired many really wonderful experiences and ways of knowing. And I think I have taken a step in the direction of understanding myself the way I did before I went to MIT. That is very lovely and I am glad for it.

I think a lot of the questions are: how do I be truly, actively kinder to myself? How do I live and accept myself as-is? How do I stop taking everything and blaming it on myself as a personal failing? How do I begin to let go of pain? How do I learn to live in the present instead of running towards the future?

Oh, if only not for my stack of unread books… how am I gonna pack everything?!!

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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Your Relationship Is Revealed After You Breakup ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Your heart pounded as you heard Jin’s voice on the other end of the line for the first time in weeks, staring down at the article that you had in front on me. “I can’t believe you sold a story on me Jin, what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s not like they tried to make out,” he quickly tried to defend, “they had the photo already, if I didn’t comment, they were going to publish regardless.”

You let go of a heavy sigh, “they’ve painted me out like some sort of monster, when we’re not even together anymore. I’ve had to deactivate everything, I’m not even at my house anymore Jin.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair. “I promise that I’m going to try and find a way to fix this, this isn’t fair on you when we’re not together.”

“How can you ever put this right Jin?”

You could hear him groan on the other end of the line, “just trust me, I’ll make a statement, shout from the rooftops, whatever it takes. I still think that you’re an incredible person Y/N.”

“Do you really think that’s enough for your fans to listen?”

“I’ll make sure that it’s enough to keep you safe.”

Yoongi:

Words failed you as you read through the statement that had been put out by his company to announce that the two of you had broke up. “We never made anything to say we were together,” you told your friend beside you.

“But if they’ve put out one to confirm a breakup, surely you have,” she tried to understand, “are you sure you’ve forgotten about it now, you’ve broken up?”

Your head shook instantly, you remembered exactly what you agreed. “I don’t know if he’s trying to play a game or what, but now everyone knows, and it’s not like we’re even together anymore.”

Call me,” she encouraged, “or the company, whoever it takes,” she added, passing her phone across to you. “You can’t let your name be dragged through the mud.”

“It’s a little too late for that.”

Her head shook, placing your free hand over the phone too. “It’s hard but call him. He’s got a lot of explaining to do if this has even the slightest bit to do with him Y/N, I’ll get him.”

“And what if this has absolutely nothing to do with Yoongi?”

“Then someone else will be explaining instead.”

Hoseok:

When your friend text you to turn on SBS, you instantly had a funny feeling on your tummy, noticing that a BTS interview was on the screen. “Hobi, we understand you had something that you wanted to say,” the interviewer smiled.

“It might come as a surprise to some, but I want to publicly apologise to Y/N,” he spoke, staring directly down the barrel of the camera. “I hope she’s watching.”

Your head shook in slight disbelief as Hobi began to tell you specifically about how regretful he was about how he ended things with you. “Why are you doing this?” You whispered to the screen.

“Sorry won’t do the trick, but I hope by speaking about this here, it will help you to realise just how regretful I am,” he continued, smiling weakly at the screen.

“Do your fans know about Y/N at all Hobi?”

His head shook, “we always kept things private, that was one of the reasons why we ended, but now that I’ve lost her, I want to scream it from the rooftops that I want her back in my life.”

“Well, let’s hope that she’s watching this and listening then.”

“Oh, I’m most definitely listening to you Hobi.”

Namjoon:

Once you finally opened the door, you quickly tried to shut it, but a foot in your doorway prevented you from being able to slam it. “Don’t just shut me out, this hurts me just as much as it’s hurt you that they know.”

“They know because of you Namjoon,” you vented, “who talks about their ex on a live stream, you have no idea how hurt I am about all of this.”

His hand brushed through his hair, scuffing his feet against the ground. “Sorry probably isn’t enough right now, but I thought coming here face to face would prove that I want to make things right Y/N.”

“Why were you even talking about me?” You questioned him, “why haven’t you just forgotten about me like you told me you would when you broke up with me?”

“Because it’s not as easy as that Y/N.”

Your eyes rolled across at him, “well, you’ve certainly made that obvious Namjoon. I don’t know what you get from coming here, but please just leave me alone for a while, I need it.”

“Just tell me that you at least accept my apology Y/N?”

“Right now, I don’t know if I do or not.”

Jimin:

As soon as you saw Jimin’s name come up on your screen, you picked up the phone, hearing a commotion in the background. “Y/N, I’m so glad you picked up. There’s been a terrible mistake that I need to tell you about.”

“You mean where your company accidentally posted a photo of us?” You asked him, “it’s already been posted, and sent to me thousands of times.”

You heard a loud groan come from him as he realised it was too late. “Look, I know we’re not together, but is there any way I can meet up with you so that we can talk about this properly?”

“What’s there to say?” You challenged him, “your company messed up, and so have you. Seeing you will only make things worse; I need to make sure I lay low for now.”

“I want to help Y/N and try and fix things.”

Your head shook as tears threatened to spill. “The damage is done Jimin, and it’s all down to you. You broke up with me, so let me stand on my own two feet. And have a word with your bosses too.”

“I hope that you know just how sorry I am about this.”

“I’m just sorry now that I ever got with you.”

Taehyung:

Your eyes widened as your friend stormed into your bedroom, throwing a magazine down on your bed. As you looked down, you noticed that Taehyung was the front page, and you, the tagline. “He’s spilled everything.”

“Why?” You stuttered, slowly turning the pages to see what he had to say. “Why has he chosen to bring up my name now Y/F/N?”

Her shoulders shrugged, sitting down beside you on your bed. “I don’t get what his game is, or what he wants to achieve. The fans never knew you, and now there’s millions who do know you.”

“What do I do?” You asked her, “it’s not like I can ask Taehyung to help me anymore, he’s thrown me into the sharks, so how can I possibly bite back now?”

“Release your own statement and tell the truth.”

Your head shook back at her, “no one will believe me if I start bashing him. It’ll just make things worse, he always warned me about his fan base, and now he’s told them all about me.”

“We can’t let him get away with this Y/N, we’ll do something.”

“I just don’t know what the answer is.”

Jungkook:

You let go of a groan as your phone rang yet again, reluctantly answering it without checking who was on the other line. “Jungkook, when will you get the message that I don’t want to talk to you?” You snapped down the phone.

“It’s me Y/N,” you heard a different voice responded, recognising Taehyung instantly. “He’s as gutted as you are about this Y/N.”

Your head shook, refusing to believe him. “If he’s gutted, why has our relationship been made public when we’re not together anymore. How does he even plan on resolving this Taehyung?”

“We don’t know how it got out,” he continued to tell you, “but we’re trying to find the solution. Jungkook is heartbroken, please don’t take this out on him.

“Who else is to blame? Who else knew about us?”

He frowned softly, “I wish I had the answers, but you know that we all love you, and all still want the best for you. We’d never do anything like this to intentionally hurt you Y/N.”

“Just tell Jungkook to sort it out, and not contact me again.”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll pass it on.”

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randomnameless · 3 years ago

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Pat might not work on 3 Nopes (at least I heard so?) as a voice director, but his spirit is always with us!

So, I happened on a JP audio PT of SB’s chapter 4, and let me tell you...

:’)

If I had to get this game, I’d obviously play with the JP audio, and still feel out of the loop regarding certain things prevalent in the fandom -

who am I kidding, here’s another round of TFW 4Kids erases stuff for the sake of it

First we start with Flayn’s line, as I pointed in another post

But in the Jp Audio (10.14), Flayn answer to her “otou-” but catches herself and replies with the traditional “onii-sama”. Meaning, on the verge of defeat, Flayn was going to call Seteth her dad, but caught herself at the last minute.

Something that, obviously, doesn’t appear in the lolcalised script, because “...” doesn’t really convey the same meaning, nor how Flayn’s first reaction is not to pause and search for words, but to call to her Father.

Good right?

My ear might be playing a trick on me, but Inoue doesn’t mention Supreme Leader’s name during this line, like not at all.

And here, Inoue only mentions her name without her full title.

Why this was added, and why could it be important?

A long time ago, I had a discussion with a Friend about how Rhea saw Supreme Leader in CF - thinking she dishonors her ancestors and spits on the Hresvelg legacy Rhea helped Willy to build (let it biologically or just, she helped him become emperor because at that point she had faith in him).

It’s only late in the game (iirc, when Seteth’n’Flayn are not here anymore) that Rhea acknowledges Edel’s ties to the Hresvelg family.

So calling her, right now, and so soon a member of House Hresvelg is meh, but why not.

Now, the most objective reason why this is annoying, is because of NoA!Rhea and how the team perceived the character of Rhea.

Rhea is calm and composed, she “just is” and passes judgments on people she deem unworthy. Rhea is that figure of authority, just like Dumbledore, who has a certain presence and cannot say “trick or treat ~” with a sing song voice.

So why is Rhage calling Edelgard by her name, then full name? I wondered and then remembered something stupid, by giving Edel’s full name and making a death threat, Rhage is “artificially” sentencing her to death.

Which would fit with Rhage’s general aura and the perception of her being a religious extremist who thinks she can pass down her judgment on people for being, idk, heretics or whatnot.

Yes, Jp!Rhea also makes death threat, but when Dimitri threatens to remove Supreme Leader’s head from her shoulder, he is only expressing his wish, not giving some “I have passed my judgment” crap.

Or, maybe NoA had Rhage say Supreme Leader’s full name to mark them as enemies, because let’s face it, their “rivarly” has always been pretty one sided, Rhea just doesn’t want to die, while Supreme Leader thinks she’s responsible for the world’s ills. So if Rhage notices Supreme Leader more and even acknowledges her by spelling out her full name, it builds some sort of connection between the two - marking them as enemies.

And not just, you know, Supeme Leader screaming at Rhea because she bought the Lizard Illumanity theory on Uncle’s FB group (or Wilhelm’s dead account who was taken over by Thales) and Rhea not understanding at all what she is talking about.

Tl; Dr : I wonder if there will be a datamine for this game, with the JP audio + I hope the person who made the video will make a PT of the subsequent chapters too without the localised dub.

#3 nopes #3 nopes spoilers #lolcalisation woes #I mean it's very light #because there isn't a lot of dialogye #but for anyone who wondered if the game is still odd regarding Supreme Leader and the Church factions #yes it appears to be the same mumbo-jumbo that the one we got in FE16 #Yay Pat made a lasting impression #Leigh is allowed to emote more compared to FE16 #but it doesn't bode well for the rest of the script #and if she will receive wonky directions to go with a wonky script when Inoue will just sing 'trick or treat' again #Who cares about lizards?#Not NoA that's for sure

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zambie-trashart · 4 years ago

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Miraculous New Jersey Special Part 1/3

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Miraculous rewritten masterlist

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Summary: The class is going to Metropolis! Marinette has to decide if her crush on Damian is really worth it if he's not looking for love, Jon has to worry about his relatives liking his superhero boyfriend but on top of it all, Hawkmoth follows them there and Batman and Superman might not like their kids going back to Paris. Everything is legal in New Jersey.

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Jon looked up seeing a mass of birds flying over him and sighed ready to have to make some sort of excuse to slip away from Damian who would, in turn, do the same.

"It's the bird guy again," Jon said smiling as Mr. Pigeon on round 69 at this point and a pigeon landed on Damian's head pecking him once before Damian shooed it away aggressively with his hand.

"I HATE BIRDS! They are literally flying rodents!" Damian yelled as another pigeon attacked him walking along with Jon.

"Funny coming from you, what do you think about this whole field trip thing to you know, home?" Jon asked as a pigeon landed on his shoulder and ladybugs fixed everything around them. Marinette and Adrien had everything handled this time so Jon was finally able to catch up with Damian and not run off as Multimouse or Superboy.

"I'm sure it'll be just fine, we're going to Metropolis not Gotham at least they won't be on father's territory," Damian said and Jon just sighed.

"I personally can't wait, dad's gonna meet Adrien for real this time and who knows maybe my teen wishes of having a boyfriend that my dad actually approves of might come true," Jon said hands held together smiling like a little lovesick girl.

"Ugh, I'm gonna vomit," Damian said shoving Jon who laughed shoving his hands in his pockets. "You are the exact reason why I don't do relationships," Damian added standing outside his residence.

"You never know who you might find Damian, keep an open mind," Jon said looking slightly above him to see Ladybug swinging away clearly heartbroken.

"What a great start to a weird day," Chat yelled off the rooftop behind Jon and Damian rolled his eyes opening the door to Nino's giving a nod to Jon and closing the door behind him.

"I just want them to get together already," Jon said as Chat landed next to him throwing an arm around his shoulder.

"Think, a week of bonding in Metropolis will have to get them together, there's no way they both come out of this single," Chat said and Jon frowned.

"Promise?" Jon asked and Chat tugged at the collar of his uniform nervously.

"Well, not promise but they'll at least be closer, Marinette never meddled with us and we turned out fine," Chat said smiling which made Jon relax a little.

"I guess you're right, no meddling," Jon said and Chat jumped away waving and going home to pack on a trip that his father for once agreed with was important because he would be meeting Jon's parents. Oh no, Jon's parents, they'd hate him. He acts like a flirt, dresses in leather to fight crime, and not to mention gets Jon in a bunch of trouble superhero-wise. Adrien flumped down against his bed letting out a groan.

Marinette sighed in her room staring at a picture of Damian on her phone when she heard a knock on her trap door and saw Jon peeking his head through.

"Hey," he said not even trying to act happy about what she had heard. "Uh, sorry for grossing Damian out of love?" he offered trying to make her laugh before floating over beside her with Mullo and Tikki running a hand through her hair comfortingly. "He'll get over himself soon enough I promise," Jon said and Marinette pushed Jon away.

"I don't want him to change Jon, I want him to stay the same and if he doesn't believe in love then I'll just find someone who does, Luka's nice," Marinette said and Jon laughed a little.

"Uh-huh, very nice, good at the whole kissing thing too," Jon said and Marinette turned red.

"I forgot about that, shit!" Marinette said laughing slightly.

"We have a trip to pack for, you want to impress Kara and Connor right?" Jon asked reminding Marinette about Jon's cousin and brother whom she hadn't met yet.

"Oh no!" Marinette said running around her room pulling out outfits and panicking.

"You know we all just wear flannel or leather right?" Jon asked and Marinette sighed.

"You guys really need a new wardrobe," Marinette said packing a dress carefully.

"You can't take the Kansas out of the aliens trust me," Jon said thinking back to a time when Kara tried on heels for the first time and then proceeded to burn them with her heat vision claiming they were evil.

"Go pack Jon, we have to get to bed early tonight so we can be ready to go tomorrow," Marinette chided with a wave of her hand. "Be sure to pack clothes I made you, I want to show you off!" she called after him and Jon poked his head back in her room.

"Already done Marinette."

This field trip had to go well, for both of their sakes.

"We're going to be late!" Marinette yelled as they rushed out of the house suitcases in hand.

"There is no way we're going to miss this plane Marinette, not today," Jon said nodding to her and she got on his back as he grabbed the bags running to the next stop around the corner where the bus would stop to pick up Damian and Nino for the trip before stopping at the airport.

"Damian!" Jon said exhausted seeing his friend.

"Didn't you two have your own stop?" Damian asked and Nino smiled at Marinette starting to make small talk.

"You know we're both late to everything, can't have that here though, I've been thinking all night about what I'm going to say to mom about Adrien when I first introduce him," Jon said pulling out a small notebook from his bag. "Can you go through these?" Jon asked smiling cheekily.

"No," Damian said as the bus pulled up and Jon sighed.

The actual ride went without a hitch until they arrived over actual America. Laughter and screaming could be heard from around the plane as an engine was taken out.

"Who gave the Joker a fucking jetpack!" was screamed from one of the passengers and panic consumed the entire plane.

"You have got to be kidding me," Damian sighed from next to Jon who went to get up but saw another red cape outside the plane along with a jet and he knew they would be fine, everyone else on the plane didn't exactly get that message through as Batman poked into the com system.

"Everyone relax, and let us do our thing," Batman said and that caused more hysteria.

"We're all gonna die!" Kim screamed and lasers were suddenly behind him in the form of Supergirl's heat vision.

"No one is dying," Supergirl said grabbing parts from inside the plane and Kim blushed sitting down but staring at Supergirl as she worked. "This good enough?" Supergirl asked holding up the part to Batman who nodded and she started to assemble the plane's engine while Superman and SB Prime were fighting the Joker who seemed to get his upgrade from Lex.

"One more screw should do it Supergirl," Batman said getting out of his jet setting it to autopilot to join the blonde just to make sure she wasn't missing anything. "Heat it up and we're good to go," he added and the class stared in awe at America's heroes who by then had Joker jetpackless and quivering in the clouds.

"Welcome to Metropolis," Superman said hands on his hips in classic hero position while Supergirl and SB Prime just laughed at him and Batman hopped back into his jet.

"Enjoy your stay," Supergirl said and Prime just saluted as they left the plane.

"This is going to be crazy," Alix said and Kim nodded watching the girl of his dreams descend the clouds. "Oh you are out of your mind," Alix added as the plane landed.

The kids got off the plane and were greeted by Clark, Lois, Kara, Connor, and surprisingly Bruce.

"Ready?" Jon asked Marinette, Adrien, and slightly Damian who shrugged as they walked through the gates and suddenly a lot more people than just Bruce from the Wayne family were there.

"You know I didn't believe you before Kent, but perhaps this will be more fun than expected," Damian said tapping his shoulder before going over to greet his family and Jon buried his head in Adrien's shoulder.

"Let's go."

...

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SB: eight

NATASHA

My eyes fluttered open as they landed on the ceiling. The scent of mahogany filled my nostrils as I took my first breath. To my surprise, my body didn’t feel any discomfort from being on the couch. Confused, I lifted my body and realized that I had ‘teleported’ to the bed. I looked down at myself and examined the remnants of the empty bed. The mahogany scent was coming from King’s pillow, the lingering scent alerted me that he hadn’t been gone for too long. Exhaling, I laid on my side and brushed my hand across his pillow, just staring at his side of the bed for a moment. My mind couldn’t process why King placed me in the bed (despite the discomfort of the couch), nor how long or if we slept in the same bed together (or if he lifted me from the couch and placed me there before leaving me alone).

I never fathomed being a stranger to my own bed. I feel as if I’m having to ask for permission to be here, considering that I’ve shattered our sacred bond. The many mornings King and I shared together in this very bed; it doesn’t amount to the pain I’ve caused. Constant late mornings due to our risqué rendezvous here, late nights spent in here being intimate, not to mention my miscarriage took place in this room… the pain was indescribable. Even with the fond memories in this bed, King and I always took the time to express our love for each other, our troubles, hopes, and dreams for the future; never losing sight of communication. But now, for the first time, (since Malcolm), this room is silent and half empty.

Getting out of my thoughts, I walked into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. Stepping out, I towel dried my hair and threw on some workout gear and tennis shoes. I gave myself a final look in the mirror before heading downstairs to prepare a water bottle. I walked into the kitchen to find a shirtless King making a smoothie. “Good morning” he said gruffly. “Hey” I said nervously grabbing the filtered water pitcher from the fridge. I felt weird being in King’s presence as I filled my water bottle. “Can I ask you something?” I questioned placing the pitcher in the fridge and closing my water bottle, placing it on the island. “What’s up?” King asked leaning against the stove, folding his arms. I leaned against the counter next to the fridge and sighed, “About last night on the couch” my voice trailed off lowly.

“What about it?” King asked seeming irritated. “Well I.. I went to bed on the couch and I woke up in our bed” I said curiously. “You know how you got there, why you asking me?” King replied dismissively. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, “I asked a simple question King, what’s with the hostility?” I questioned. “Let’s not talk about hostility baby girl” King said walking over to me. “I did you a favor and felt sorry for your ass, so I put you in the bed next to me.” He replied in my face. King was entirely too close, his cologne was filling my nose and I could see the faint blonde hairs on his skin. The lower half of his grey joggers were pressing into mine and dammit I just knew I was gonna ruin my fresh pair of panties. I attempted to take a side step away from him, when the left side of my body collided with the fridge. I held my side in embarrassment trying not to show the pain in my face. “Is that what you wanted to hear?” King questioned gruffly, stepping closer to me. He placed his hand on my left shoulder, and I quickly jerked away from him. In this moment it didn’t feel right having King touch me, I still couldn’t understand why he would move me into our bed, and then get smart with me for questioning him about it.

I knew that I was feeling things that I shouldn’t and maybe I was reading too much into this, but 4 years… you can’t just turn the feelings off, and maybe he did feel “sorry” for me. King held my shoulders and moved me away from the fridge, he just stood there staring at me as I stared back at him. I tried looking away but I could still feel him… staring at me. Sighing, I looked up at him as a tear ran down my cheek. “I can’t expect you to stop caring overnight. I shouldn’t have asked and I’m sorry. I can’t be this close to you, not like this” I admit, pulling away. King took my hand and I glared at him with longing eyes. “I’m sorry too.” King said taking a step back, leaning on the island, “I felt bad for how I spoke to you. Even if it was true, I could’ve said it better. We always made a promise not to go to bed upset, and when I saw you come in last night that’s all I thought about, despite the news” King said. I felt a wave of emotions that I knew I couldn’t act on. “Tash it’s hard to not want to touch you. Putting you next to me last night, I couldn’t tell you all the shit I felt. I wanted… “ King’s voice trailed off as he shook his head. King clenched his jaw and I noticed his left hand gripping the edge of the island, “I wanted to talk about everything, us, what went wrong and why. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I watched you sleep for a minute, I wrestled with myself all night on if that was a mistake to move you” he said looking away.

“I can respect that. I didn’t think I would be in the same room with you, but I felt that the couch would be a start. Jermaine, I know there’s nothing that I can say to change what happened, but I couldn’t be alone last night. I mean even if it was the floor, I would still be in the same room with you… just on the floor” I said slightly smiling. King’s face was unchanging, and my smile quickly faded, “Communication has always been our thing, and it’s always been in our bed. I’m not talking sexual communication, but us growing, learning, and laughing with one another and working through things. Our bed symbolizes all of that, including comfort for us to recharge.” I replied, really thinking about what I was saying. “I don’t like silent nights like this” I said feeling myself getting choked up.

Though his face expressed a nonchalant demeanor, King placed his arms around me and I couldn’t help but feel lost in his embrace. I didn’t dare touch him, but feeling his warm body next to mine was enough for me to know that there’s hope, somewhere in all of this. I pulled away and grabbed my water bottle from the island, wiping my eyes. “So where you headed?” King asked. “I have an errand to run and probably going to the park later. You?” I asked. “I got some venues to look at for possible listening parties for the upcoming weeks.” He replied tending to his watered-down smoothie, pouring it down the sink, turning on the garbage disposal. The noise let me know that he was over this conversation and we should resume our day, “Well okay. I’ll umm, be back later” I replied. King didn’t say a word.

Grabbing my water bottle and thin dri-fit jacket to fit over my sports bra, I grabbed my purse and keys from the hooks of the wall and headed out the door. Getting in the car I pulled out of the garage and talked to myself, giving myself a run-down of things to do for the day. With the situation at hand, I made an appointment with my gyno to get myself checked. After that, I would pick up some brunch and surprise Audrey, hopefully she isn’t too busy; I really need to talk to her, especially since I’ve been putting this conversation off for far too long. To finish the day off, I’m going to the park to get a good run in to destress before going home; King and I could use the space. My thoughts were interrupted by a facetime call as I drove through the neighborhood. I glared at my phone and saw Adonis’ contact “HIM”. “What could he want?” I said to myself, he never facetimes me. I pulled over next to the stop sign and put my car in park to answer the call.

Adonis appeared on the screen, shirtless with a smug smile on his face. “Tash, where you been ma?” he asked flashing his dimples. I stared back at him trying to keep a straight face as my heart jumped out of my chest, damn those big lips of his. “You know you don’t facetime me, what you doing calling me?” I questioned keeping a tough stance. “I’ve been missing you. I see you haven’t used your key, it’s been too long since I’ve been without you” Adonis admitted, biting his bottom lip. I smiled a little and shook my head, “D….” my voice trailed off. Adonis adjusted the camera and propped it up against the coffee table showing his physique in a pair of black shorts. Adonis got comfortable on the couch and rested his elbows on his knees looking into the camera. “I feel like you’re avoiding me” Adonis teased with a wink. I caught myself blushing, “You don’t look too busy, you’re welcome to stop by the condo. If you don’t have your key I’ll meet you there, you know my door is always open for you” Adonis teased. “Donnie, I can’t. I’m busy today” I responded looking away. He sighed, “Why you playing hard to get? I thought you missed me” Adonis exclaimed. “I do!” I chimed, “I did” I said recanting my statement. Adonis picked up the camera and held it, “What’s really up with you?” he asked examining my face through the screen. “There’s been a lot going on since our last encounter” I replied looking up to see a car behind me. “Hold up” I replied, placing the phone in my lap. I put on my seatbelt and put the car in gear and drove down by the neighborhood lake. “Like what? You know how you get when you overthink” Adonis says jokingly.

Putting the car in park I picked up the phone, “You’re right, but this time I’m not overthinking.” I said feeling myself in a rock in between a hard place. “This conversation is keeping me. I have errands to run D” I say attempting to cut it short. Adonis rolled his eyes, “You playing ma. Drop your pin and I’ll pull up cuz you actin’” he scoffs. As bad as I wanted to, just to see and touch Adonis in person, I knew that I couldn’t. He’s the reason for my first stop of the day and I need to stay away from him. “D, I need to go. I’ll talk to you later” I said quickly hanging up. Sighing, I put my car in gear and headed to the doctors’ office.

ADONIS

“The fuck?” I questioned myself glaring at my phone. Tash got some nerve hanging up on me, thinking she can get away with it. Something about her rushing off the phone, it just doesn’t sit right with me. She was opening to me, amidst other things we’ve already shared, I don’t understand why she’s acting shy with me. I know her body inside and out and all her forbidden desires, why would she fold on me? I only know a little bit about ol’ dude, but I know enough about Natasha to the point that I know that that ain’t where she wanna be. During our last encounter, she admitted to me that she’s feeling something for me, and she’s expressed that her feelings could be developing for me in a way that Mercedes has for me. I know she falling for me, without a doubt; I’m feeling her too, but I’m keeping my promise within the year and I know my actions don’t match my words, but my heart is in the right place… with Mercedes.

I put on a t-shirt and placed my keys in my pocket, heading out the door. Stepping out of my house my body collided with hers accidentally.

MERCEDES

“I’m sorry, I’m rushing” Adonis said to me not looking up. “Excited to see me?” I questioned taking his hand. Adonis looked spooked. “Merc?” he questioned. “Of course baby!” I said pulling him into a quick kiss. I grabbed the keys out of my pocket and Adonis quickly stopped me, he grabbed his keys and opened the door for me. Following me inside Adonis quickly questioned me. “Thought you wouldn’t be home for another week” he said eagerly. I placed my suitcase by the door and plopped on the couch, taking off my shoes to stretch out comfortably. “Come here, Daddy” I cooed. Adonis sighed and walked towards the couch and sat next to me.

“I wanted to surprise you. I got tired of being on the road” I said straddling him. Looking in Adonis’ eyes, he seemed worried. The sad expression and calm demeanor alarmed me a bit, but I didn’t want it to get in the way of my sudden arrival. “I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but.. I don’t want this part time life on the road directing. We have a wedding to plan, and we both make enough money for me to stay home so that I can wait on you hand and foot when you come home” I said cheerfully. “Wouldn’t you like that?” I questioned kissing and nibbling at his ear. “Of course baby” Adonis replied in a calm tone holding my waist. He sighed, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” He admitted hanging his head. I lifted his chin, “It’s been really hard on me, to be quite honest, I’m over this agreement between us.” I admit, caressing his face. “What do you mean?” Adonis furrowed his brow. “I’m over seeing other people. I don’t want a placeholder anymore when I can’t get to you. I want you, and only you Adonis” I confessed.

“You put this ring on my finger for a reason, I know it was crazy of me to agree to something like this, but it’s time for me to take care of business at home and that means that I have to be fully committed to you” Adonis smiled and pulled me into a kiss, caressing my sides, slowly lifting the blouse over my curly hair. “I know it’s been hard on you, and I wanna make up for that” Getting out of Adonis’ lap, I pushed the coffee table back and tugged at Adonis’ black shorts. “Merc come on, you ain’t gotta do all that right now, just relax” he chimed. “No, I want to” I replied fluffing my hair and unclasping my bra revealing myself to him. “Take them off” I commanded. A smirk crept to Adonis’ face revealing his sexy ass dimples. Adonis stood to his feet dropping his shorts to the ground and he quickly picked me up. “You coming with me” he said kissing me. Adonis carried me to our bedroom and he threw me onto the bed playfully. Pulling my jeans down, Adonis wasted no time in placing kisses against my stomach. Giggling at the sensation, I looked down and watched Adonis, damn I missed him so much. It’s been three long weeks and my mind is made up, I can’t ever leave him again. Arching my back, stretching my arms into the pillows, small sweet kisses were planted onto my lower half, trickling down to my inner thighs. With my bottom lip wedged between my teeth, my toes curled at the feeling of Adonis’ warm wet tongue blessing my pink folds. Straining my neck to watch him, I rested on my elbows as he forced my legs by my ears as he sucked on my clit vigorously. “Mhmmm” I let out as my hands found their way to his head pushing him further onto me. “I know you missed me” he breathed. Nodding my head in agreement, my body tensed up as Adonis continued to please my pearl effortlessly, this time teasing my clit while inserting three fingers into me roughly.

My hands entangled into my thick curly hair, I arched my back, swiveling my hips as he continued to pump in and out of me, I just knew I would reach my peak. As my moans filled the room, I couldn’t help but feel powerless to him. Adonis climbed into the bed interlocking his lips with mine as his tongue roamed my mouth. My hands caressed his big strong arms and I placed my ankles on his shoulders swiftly, ready for him to have his way with me. “I’m yours” I replied seductively.

ADONIS

Her beautiful brown skin, and her delicious folds sent me over the edge. Not to mention her body opening for me, ready and willing for the taken. Leaning over, I kissed her passionately, placing kisses down her neck and tweaking at her nipples. Groaning at my touch, my tongue swirled at her nipples playfully, watching her mouth fall agape to my desires. Alternating from the left nipple to the right with my tongue, my hand toyed with her clit, giving her as much sensation as I could to keep her in the moment. Mercedes pulled me into a deep kiss, and I aligned myself at her entrance, slowly entering her, feeling her juicy folds welcome me with ease. Her gasps in between kisses, was music to my ears. I know she missed me, and I can’t lie, I surely did. Her body was tiny, and easy to maneuver. She was quite submissive, and always down to take whatever I give. Picking up the pace, I hooked my hips into her bottoming out. At full length, Mercedes clawed and my back as she looked in my eyes. “Damn I missed you so…” she let out.

Kissing her soft skin, I rested my hands in a handful of her curly hair as her hips bucked against me wanting more. “Deeper” she whimpered. Obliging, I positioned her legs straight up to the ceiling and the balls of her feet rested on my shoulders, no longer at an angle, she took my dick full on with deep strokes. “Just like that baby” I pumped as I watched Mercedes clutch her b cup breasts harshly. Her bottom lip wedged between her teeth, as tight as she held her lip I knew she’d draw blood. “Good ass pussy” I croaked. Bending her leg at the knee, Mercedes failed at her attempt to stop me. “Baby.. baby… let me turn over” she pleaded. Taking one last stroke for good measure, I slowed down and watched as she got on all fours and arched her back.

Mercedes looked back at me with a quick sweep moving her hair from her face revealing her hazel eyes. “Fuck!” I said spreading her ass cheeks, entering her deeply. “Mhmmmm, daddy! Stay right there” she moaned enjoying the pace. Mercedes deepened her arch, grabbing the pillow to bite and I pulled it away from her in haste. “I wanna hear you baby! Tell daddy how you like this shit” I barked with a slap to her ass. Mercedes huffed and threw her small frame back against me attempting for me to catch. I had forgotten how aggressive she can get, matching my fly. Speeding up, her cries could be heard all over the house with our skin clapping loudly, my balls slapping against her clit. “Shit Donnie!! So fucking deep!” she yelled. “Mhmmm, bring that pretty ass here girl” I smirked, smacking her ass one last time and bring her to my lap, looking in her hazel eyes.

Mercedes slid down on my dick, as I held her waist. “Stay just like that” I said to her. “You feel good like this” I said noticing the look in her eyes. She looked concerned. “What’s on your mind?” I asked. Mercedes placed a kiss to my lips and her hands trailed my chest. “You know I love you right?” she asked me. “Of course, baby” I smiled. “I know that we agreed that we would consult each other on big decisions but, I don’t want to be away any longer so I’m no longer directing on the road. I’m 100% fully committed to you, no more placeholders” Mercedes smiled. A smile crept on my face, “I know we’re not perfect, but I wanna be present and fully immersed, and I’ve been thinking, maybe we should move up the wedding” I chuckled, “To when?” I asked.

“I don’t know, six months from now. I don’t want to waste anymore time not being your wife. I want to make this official, I want a family Adonis. Being away made me realize how much I missed you and how important family is. I can’t imagine being away and not knowing where you are anymore. I don’t like being away for weeks and months at a time” I stared back at Mercedes and nodded my head in agreement, feelin my heart pop out of my chest. “okay” was all I could say. “You don’t seem happy” she said searching my face as I looked down, moving my hips to keep myself inside of her. “You just got home, babe we shouldn’t be talking about this right now. Just relax” I said rubbing her shoulders, attempting to calm her nerves. “I know, I just..” Cutting her off with a kiss, I held her waist and plunged deeper into her. “Let’s worry about babies and marriage shit later, lemme finish stretching you out baby” I whispered into her ear as I laid her down.

NATASHA

Nervously leaving the doctors office, I stopped by my favorite brunch restaurant to pick up some food for Audrey and I. Luckily, Audrey wasn’t busy at the moment and said it would be fine if I dropped by. Driving to her house, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what my test results could be. Not to mention, Adonis calling me earlier today it didn’t make me feel any better. I needed to clear my head and get everything out in the open to Audrey, this conversation is well overdue. Pulling into Audrey’s driveway I grabbed our food and drinks and knocked on the door. Audrey helped me inside and greeted me. “Iced coffee?” she questioned me as I took a seat. “Yeah, I got you a lemonade” I replied. “Sis, you only drink coffee when you’re stressed” Audrey replied. I nodded my head in agreement and opened my plate of shrimp and grits.

“About that… is Tae home?” I questioned looking around. “Girl no, he’s out shooting ball with Rich, he won’t be home for a few hours. Thanks for the chicken and waffles, I’m starving!” Audrey admitted digging into her plate. Ten minutes passed as we enjoyed our food, “So, what’s on your mind? I’m sorry we couldn’t have met sooner” “Its okay.” I sighed heavily taking a sip of my iced coffee. “You remember the morning I left you a voicemail saying that we need to talk, and a few days later at Mercedes house I said we’d talk later?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s been about 3 weeks since that happened” Audrey added. “Yeah well…” my voice trailed off as I put my empty box on the table. Audrey raised a brow, “Tash spit it out” Audrey said growing restless. “I called that day because I was leaving Mercedes house and didn’t know it.” I blurted out. Audrey had an inquisitive look on her face. “hold up Tash, explain… something ain’t right” she chimed.

I sighed. “That Friday night when Tae didn’t want you going out with Alana and I, I met some fine ass guy at the club and.. we hooked up. Before I knew it, the next morning I woke up in his bed with a hangover and he offered to take me home and I called an uber. I tried to call you and you didn’t answer. Well, about a week later when we went to Mercedes house for the gathering, remember when I had that panic attack?” I questioned. “Yeah, when we went to the bedr-“ Audrey’s eyes got wide, “BITCH! YOU SLEPT WITH ADONIS?! YOU SLEPT IN THAT ROOM?!” Audrey yelled. I shook my head as my face fell into my hands, ashamed. “Yes!” I added. “Oh my God. Natasha…” Audrey said in complete shock.

“I’ve been seeing him ever since” I let out with tearful eyes. “Audrey you of all people know that we just recovered from Malcolm, and I fucked around and I… I did this! It was one thing to fuck around and be intoxicated, but something about King the morning I came home, it was like he already knew.” I relented. “Does he know now?” Audrey asked. “Yes, and Audrey I don’t know if we’re gonna make it. I couldn’t live a lie anymore. Being with Adonis is totally different than being with Malcolm” “But Malcolm was best friends with King. This is different because Mercedes is a good friend to you. Tash it’s not gonna be easy, but you two will make it” Audrey said with comfort. “Audrey you’re just saying that, don’t lie to me” I rolled my eyes. Audrey sighed taking a sip of her lemonade. “Trust me, Jermaine loves you. If you two made it through Malcolm, you’ll bounce back from Adonis” she coached. “If only you saw the look in his eye when I told him” I whined.

“At least you told him. Tae had to find out the hard way. He walked in on me and Adonis” Audrey admitted. “Excuse me, what?” I asked confused. “Adonis and I had an affair long before he was ever with Mercedes. I never told you but Adonis was the root of Tae and I’s problems.” Audrey confessed. “The affair with Adonis lasted for about a year, and suddenly I just couldn’t take it anymore. I felt drained, I was lashing out at everyone. He was one of the reasons why you and I didn’t talk for a while simply because I couldn’t get control of my emotions. I lost a lot that year, and I thought I would lose Tae as well. Adonis had a way of making me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this world, but he was so draining and needy and when he didn’t get his way he became possessive, and more aggressive than usual. I never caught him, but I had a gut feeling that he was seeing someone else.” Audrey continued. “I had a feeling that Tae knew but he didn’t want to believe it. Tae came home early one night and caught Adonis and I in bed and …” Audrey paused abruptly reminiscing, “I thought Tae was gonna go to jail that night. Seeing him and Adonis go at it fighting over me I felt terrible. It was like life or death and just seeing both of them in front of me, I couldn’t go against lust over loyalty, so I stood by my man Tae, regardless of being caught red handed. Fortunately for us we went to counseling and eventually worked it out. But you know Tae always kept his ear to the streets so if Adonis ever crossed me again, he knows he’d get dealt with” Audrey said. “Look, it’s best to be transparent as much as possible with King. I know it hurts but how do you think I got through it? Every song on my EP pertained to that tumultuous relationship with Adonis” Audrey said. “I’m sorry King and I couldn’t make it you know we were out of town with his parents in the cabins” I added. “It’s no big deal, but seriously listen to “So Bad, Gold, Lonely Hearts, Think About You, and Comeback. I poured my heart out into those songs just so I could deal with it. Tae was very supportive, but he had a passive way of showing it. Everyday we’re still repairing our relationship but I’m telling you, now that King knows, you have to cut Adonis off before it gets worse” Audrey warned.

“What about Mercedes?” I questioned. “I’ll say this, and forgive me. But fuck her. This is between you and him, I know Mercedes isn’t faithful to him” Audrey urged. “He did tell me that they have an agreement” I added. “And whatever that may be, you get yourself out of it. I know how unforgettable he is, and his touch. But Natasha, he isn’t worth it. I know how much Jermaine loves you, and I don’t want to see Adonis ruin this beautiful bond that you have with Jermaine. You have to figure it out for yourself and just trust the vibe.” Audrey encouraged. Tears filled my eyes as she spoke, “He barely looks at me, I can’t talk to hm even if I tried Audrey” I argued. “And it’s gonna be like that for awhile sis, but while he’s running away you just continue to do you. Continue to separate yourself from Adonis and you take this time to write out how you feel for Jermaine. You go to counseling, and you stay in his face. Even if he doesn’t talk to you, just be present, be in his space and wait on him hand and foot. All you can do is pray and if it’s really not meant anymore, you’ll know. I know its hard sis, but you played your part in it by going back and I’m so sorry. I know how addicting Adonis can be” Audrey symapthized.

“Even Malcolm warned me. He’s friends with Adonis” I added. Audrey sighed, “Malcolm still cares about you, and he doesn’t want you with anyone else but him. Though there may be some truth to his warnings, don’t give privy to his concern either, he still isn’t over you” Audrey says. I sighed heavily wiping my eyes, “You make all of this sound so easy” I replied. “I know it’s not, but it’s something you have to face on your own. Look, I’m having a listening party in the next few weeks. Since you missed the EP release, I’d love for you to come. I know King is gonna have a hand in it” Audrey says. “Yeah, he told me today that he’s gonna be looking at some venues.” I added. “Well, when he gets home tonight, run it by him. By the time I have the listening party, you two should at least be cordial enough to come together and STILL be a couple. I’m not giving up on ya’ll and I’m not gonna allow Adonis to get in between you two. If I have to step in, I will” Audrey warned. “No don’t, I don’t want Tae or anyone else involved in this. I’ll figure it out. Thank you for having my back as always” I said hugging Audrey grabbing my things. “Call me if there’s anything you need” she encouraged.

Leaving Audrey’s house, I felt a crazy urge to call Jermaine just to check in. To my surprise his phone went straight to voicemail, something that never happened. Sighing, I drove to the park to clear my mind and sort some things out before returning home.

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erischaos · 5 years ago

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summary: on your anniversary, you remember how you met Johnny.

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It all started a few years ago, in 2017, when you were doing a part-time job in the SBS radio as the script writer and semi-producer for a new show that was going to take place in march. The only thing that they told you about it was that it was going to be host by two newly debuted idols from a very famous company, a new that made you very excited. A few weeks later a meeting with both of them took place but you had a final exam at uni and you couldn´t attend, which made you a lot more nervous since you still didn’t knew who the idols were, because that information was confidential. The first show came sooner than expected, and as a part of the team you were finally going to met the idols. While you were waiting for them to arrive one of your girl coworkers came to you.

“y/n you can’t imagine how handsome they are” she said, almost screaming “you’re going to die when you see them” you laughed but since you were a little picky you choosed to not take her words too serious. But, oh lord, how wrong you were.

Two tall men came through the door, a blond and a brunette one. You weren’t stupid and you didn’t lived under a rock, but you were distracted enough to not notice the name of the show, which gave away completely the name of the group. A very young Jaehyun and Johnny stood in front of you and introduced themselves to the team. Jaehyun was pretty, he was a very beautiful man, his kind eyes and his dimples were to die for, but Johnny, he was a different story. He wasn’t just pretty, his particular features left you breathless at first sight, and his aura was captivating and it made your knees weak. You felt embarrassed, he was an idol yes, but first of all he was your new coworker, and you weren’t a teenager anymore.

After all of the formalities the tallest, Johnny, came to you and started to ask a lot of technical stuff and you did your best to explain but damn, you were blown away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of honey and he never cut the visual contact which made you a lot more nervous and flustered. His voice was deep and assertive, it really looked like he knew what he was talking about, it even seemed like he knew more than you. He called his friend and you explained both some things about the script and when the time came they started the show. You were surprise this was their first time, they looked nervous but at the same time they were eloquent and funny. You tried your best to pay attention to your work, because that’s what they were paying you for, not to look at Johnny. But damn, it was hard.

A week passed and the only thing that you did was waiting for the night to see him. You were going mad. He was just a man. An idol, a very handsome and cute, and funny, and kind man, but at the end he was just a man. You realized you were completely fucked up when you started to watch his fancams. I mean, he was famous, talented, successful, and you were a very average looking exchange student who every month struggled with paying the bills. You mentalized yourself, that night you were going to do your work and nothing else, but he made it difficult though, every night before starting he used to talk to you about whatever was on his mind. But this time you were going to stay strong and tell him you had to be focused on your work.

Everything was going fine at first, but Johnny wasn’t going to let you live in peace. Actually, he was going to change your whole life with a single question.

“y/n would you like to take a coffee with me after tonight’s show?” your whole brain shut down. The only thing you could do was to blurt “yes, yes, sure, I would like that a lot” Great, you sounded like a fucking asshole, and a very, very desperate one, congratulations.

You were nervous like you’ve never been in your life. And confused, was this a date? A simple coffee? What did he wanted to talk about? About the radio? Jesus, you haven’t had a date in years. Time passed surprisingly fast for your liking and soon you found yourself on the cafeteria of the building having a decaffeinated cappuccino and listening to him talk about NCT 127 promotions. You weren’t sure if it you passed out from the stress and it was all a dream or if you actually had Johnny Suh talking to you about his day and laughing at your dad jokes.

Soon it became a routine, every night after the show you both went to the cafeteria and talked until late about your childhood, your dreams, your fears, until you had to leave to go to sleep so you didn’t die at uni next morning. Talking to him was effortless, it was like you knew him all your life, he was even better than what you thought, so full of love to give, smart, thoughtful, trustable, caring, so you weren’t surprised when you realized you were in love. It happened after a little hiatus the program took for a show they had overseas, and when you saw him again for the first time it hit you. He came almost running to you and hugged you tight in front of all the team “I missed you a lot” he said, muffled by your hair. You found yourself breathless once again and mumbled a tiny “me too”. And just like that the realization came: you were deeply and madly in love with Johnny Suh and you wanted him to hold you like that for the rest of your life. You both let go the hug and everybody went back to work, except for you two. “a little bird told me your birthday is in a few days so, I was wondering if instead of a coffee you would like to have dinner with me” you were shooked, if the coffee dates weren’t actually a date, this was. And for your birthday! You were exploding with happiness.

That night also was when the first kiss happened. While the program was going on and Jaehyun was reading some twits from the fans, you and Johnny locked eyes. And it felt different, it wasn’t a simple visual contact, it was filled with a tension of some kind, you could feel it from across the glass and you were sure he was feeling the same too. He went on with the script but he never stopped looking at you and it was getting very intense and it only stopped when it was time for the commercials. Eventually the show ended and like every night you both headed to the elevator to go to the cafeteria floor. Normally being on the elevator with him felt overwhelming but to a normal amount. That time he didn’t even gave you time to feel nervous, as soon as the door closed he roughly leaned his whole body against yours until your back touched the wall, looking at you in the eyes, like if he was asking for your permission, you pushed him down by the nape and connected your lips to his. It was the most intense kiss you ever had, it conveyed so much passion, weeks of holding back now were being unleashed in a single kiss. His lips were heaven and hell, so dangerous but so necessary, like a drug. His hands were all over you and yours were tugging at his perfectly styled hair, now messy. You were forced to stop when the elevator reached its destiny and the door opened but your legs weren’t responding and him didn’t moved either, so you stayed for a few seconds looking at each other, breathing heavily, until you both started laughing and finally came out.

The new routine was making out in every corner of the building everytime you were alone and then go to drink coffee and chat like nothing happened. Like if you weren’t a mess, and like if he hadn’t had to hide a boner everytime. It was surreal.

Since the radio program ended after twelve o’clock you celebrated your birthday along with your coworkers, and when the show ended you went to change your clothes while Johnny waited for you in the hall, downstairs. You wore a red dress and only a red lipstick since you wanted to look good quickly, and let your hair down. When you finally met you noticed he changed his outfit for a more elegant one: black shirt and black pants. You both flustered when you saw each other “you look amazing birthday girl” he flirted with you. “you don’t look that bad yourself JonhD” you said back. “JonhD?”, he asked confused “yes, you know…your name is John and you are a dj” he laughed out loud at your explanation while he helped you to get on the company van. Soon you arrived to a private restaurant, that giving the hour it was supposed to be closed but SM has its ways.

In the middle of it was a table settled for two and Johnny helped pulling your chair like a gentleman. The conversation went very fluid during all the dinner until the champagne arrived. He stopped talking and stared at your eyes, and you realized they got teary so yours did too. He swallowed and spoke “y/n this might sound a little rushed, giving the fact that we only knew eachother two months ago and all that but” he made a pause to breath and you did too “I think I’m in love with you and, I’ll really love to be your boyfriend” a tear fell from his eye. “i know it might be hard because of my work and the fans but I really want you to be my girl” he started to get nervous since you weren’t answering “I fully understand if you don’t want to though”. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but it was real. He was in front of you, looking at your eyes and saying that he loved you. You were paralyzed and the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you speak, but you ignored it and answered.

“John Suh, nothing in this world could make me more happy right now than call you my boyfriend” you grabbed him by his hands and smiled at him “I love you, I truly do”. He left out all the air he was holding and smiled too “thanks god, I though I was going to have to return your gift” he took out of his blazers pocket a medium sized velvet box and handed it to you. “oh Johnny, you shouldn't have brought me anything” he shushed you and looked at you expectantly. Without wasting any more time you opened it and inside of it was a beautiful and delicate heart necklace with both initials and your birthday date, which now was also your anniversary. Needless to say you were speechless.

Even after a year and with him taking a nap in your lap it all still felt like a dream, Johnny declaring himself to you, and now he being your first love and first boyfriend. You gently stroked his hair with one hand at the same time you were playing with your necklace, after a few minutes he slowly woke up and looked at you ��nice double chin, baby” he murmured. “I can’t believe that the first thing you do after waking up is making fun of me” he laughed and you lowered your head to kiss him “happy first anniversary headass”.

Hii!! this is my second scenario ever and since the first one got a lot of notes i decided to write another. its not as good as the first one in my opinion but i had this idea on my mind for a while and i wanted to share it! please if you notice any grammatical error let me know! it means a lot for me if you could like and share<3

Thank you for reading me and STAY HEALTHY.

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lockdownuk · 4 years ago

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Lockdown Diary Part 9

A personal account during the lockdown in the UK due to the Covid-19 outbreak.

23/03/2020 8:30pm Boris Johnson, UK Prime Minister, gives a live address to the nation to, effectively, put the country on lockdown to stem the spread of the deadly coronavirus strain, Covid-19.

Many of us have been self-isolating for days but this latest development within the UK in reaction to the pandemic feels very serious and very scary. I decided to keep a simple diary and where better but online.

Day 241: Shit day at work. To cut a long story short, I could complete a task Sueanne gave to me and then I got it in the ear, including a snotty email ay 5:40pm. Pissed off.

Day 242: Had a meeting with Sueanne (our weekly 1-2-1 actually) and she was alright. I feel much better tonight. Last night I didn’t even have an appetitie - unheard of! Going to make up for that tonight, pie and loads of veg! A much better day. Ridiculously, I believe yesterday was all my own fault - I take work for granted sometimes and I let myself down by ignoring the urgency of a task just because it was Sueanne asking me to do it and she was a peer. She is now my boss, and I should respect that.

Day 243: So-so day at work. It’s strange how used to work I am after over six months on furlough. It’s been less than two months back but all the highs and lows amd frustrations are commonplace. Most importantly, it being Thursday, I cannot wait for tomorrow eveninga dn to kick back, drink and smoke. Spoke to dad this morning, he’s same as...that’s always good to know. Sugar levels have been a fucking roller coaster today, and it has really fucked me off! No salad at lunch due to them being so fucking high when I got back from my walk. It ended up being my tea. Sarted watching The Undoing...it’s OK.

Day 244: Glad it is Friday. Just cooking a (very hot) chicken madras, cracked open my first beer. Gonna eat, drink, smoke and watch a good film.

Day 245: Gold was the film I watched last night, with Matthew McConaughey and it was a good choice. I then watch a Kevin Hart stand up show on Netflix...very Eddie Murphy, very funny. I did a 12 km walk today...fucking felt it in my legs. Walked the footpath from Stoke Doyle road to Benefield road for the first time. I liked it and it comes out between Lytham Park and Wakerley Close....I posted on FB about the fact that when I move to Oundle, Clifton Drive was the last street heading out of town. Saw Becks on the walk down Benefield road, She mentioned she’s tired of lockdown. I replied that I’m tired of the virus!

Day 246: Up at 1pm, nice long walk, ordered new slippers and waterproof jacket (my Craghopper is bust again).

Day 247: I screwed up at work today, went for a (ridiculously) late lunch right when I was meant to be at an online meeting that Sueanne had reminded me about in the morning. There’s mitigation but, when push comes to shove, I fucked up and now Sueanne’s on the warpath - one more slip up and it’ll be an offical disciplinary matter.

Day 248: Suzanne wants me to troubleshoot a ticket she has in her queue, some database request for a Cork guy. It’s a test and it’s fucking me off.

I did testing for a network change tonight...8 till 11:15pm.

Elliot and Aaron cleaned the windows today. It was nice to see them.

Rita sent a couple of emails recently. Dad’s ear is all clear but Paul has got testicular cancer.

Day 249: New waterproof jacket arrived today. It’s very nice, bargain for £25 odd. Also picked up slippers from M&S food hall in Corby so, while over their, did a shop at Tesco’s...£109 mainly booze.

By the time I was back, I ended up doing my evening walk at 9.30pm!

Day 250: Leigh from Oundle Chronicle has got back to me. She (he?) has selected the photos that are going to be in the article and wants me to write a sentence on each - where they were taken and what inspited me to do so. Whether that means the stuff I wrote before is not going to be used, or not, I dunno! New slippers are OK and the new jacket is still impressing me.

Day 251: Typing on Day 252. Usual Friday, beers, meatballs, pizza, long chat with Fog. I should mention that, as we approach the end of Lockdown2 in England, Boris and his government have laid out a three tier structure for how the second lockdown will be eased. It’s caused confusion and consternation across the board. None of it affects me, still isolating like I was on day 1. Day 252: Totally forgot about my diary entry yesterday! Up at 1pm, nice long walk, nipped rong Elliots to pay for my windows, had a chat with him, Artron and Camilla - it’s so nice to socialise! Gonna make fish pie and supp a few ales. Day 253: The weekend is over way too quickly. It’s 7.30pm on Sunday as I type and I wish it wasn’t. I wish it was 7.30pm on Friday. Day 254: In a meeting, a working Zoom, with Andy Ashler in the US re: qfiniti, which Sueanne pissed me off about earlier in te day (RCI diary updated), but the meeting went well. I am desparately trying to buy an iPad on Black Monday. As usual with tech, I cannot make my mind up which to buy! Day 255: I haven’t bought an iPad....I’ll wait for the 10.2″ iPad to come down in price. I had more involvement with Andy Ashler and in the US with the Qfiniti project at work. I’m really enjoying it, it’s very technical...although I didn’t finish ‘til 6pm because of it. The Oundle Chronicle is out and an article about me and my pics is on the back page. Leigh, the editor, sent it to me electronically. It’s good. I am chuffed! Day 256: I booked some holidays today, making sure that I didn’t include any days off in the week December 14-18 (SB’s off). So, this coming Friday (4th Dec), Next Weds-Fri and Monday 21st. I know I have only been back from Furlough a couple of months but I am more than ready for some kick-back time. 1-2-1 with SB today, it was a relaxed affair, most espcially becaus eof my success thus far with the Qfiniti project - that being said, I got pretty much nowhere with it today. Ordered a couple of long sleeved Ts and a fleeced hoody from a shop called Doubletwo today, well cheap in the sale. I saw half a dozen joggers on the Milton Road blind bend tonight, oblivious to any other potential path user. I posted about it (in my own, sarcastic way) on the Oundle Chatter FB group. It was met how I’d expected plus some direct digs so I deleted it. Cowardly but, I figure, I don’t get my point across, the vast majority of joggers really don’t think they are doing anything wrong by bulldozing there way around town and, lastly, I couldn’t be bothered with the flak, and its tennis like back-and-forth!

Day 257: Got tomorrow off so worked late tying up loose ends, including the qfiniti project - fucking nuts really, making sure no one asks any questions of SB or the team, in terms of my work load, for just one day off! Still, just had tea, cracked open a beer and am watching Shaun of the Dead. Nice.

Day 258: The main thing I did today is walk. It was about 12km but felt much longer ‘cos it was wintry, pissing down, windy and slippery as fuck. And I really enjoyed it! Badge messaged me today to ask how I am and, in replying, I mentioned that I think I am becoming addicted to walking...it wasn’t a throwaway comment. Just cooked up a chilli (which I think I have ruined with a Knorr beef stock pot), and will tuck in with beers, smokes and telly. While it’s been a day off, this Friday evening will be as all others are at the moment, late, drunken and solitary fun - no doubt.

Day 259: Typing on day 260. That chilli last night was actually OK. Plus I ‘invented’ a meatball wrap - moving on from the TikTok ham and cheese wrap you fold into the toaster, I tried the same with meatballs but no fucking way could I fold it into the toaster slot (pissed up kitchen shenanigans), so I wrapped it in tin foil and heated it in the oven, Fucking delicious. I watched Shaun of the Dead. I think it’s the first time since its release and I couldn’t help thinking “zombies just aren’t like that [in real life]” Wtf?

Day 260: I was quite sensible (for a Saturday) last night, in bed by 2am, up at my alarm this morning, 10:30am. Nice long walk, taking in a new path up by Biggin Grange and took plenty of pics that turned out really good. Btw, posh lost yesterday at Portsmouth (with 2000 fans there) and they lost midweek and last weekend in the FA Cup to Chorley, at home.

Day 261: It’s freezing today...actually 0 degrees. This house is so fucking cold, even with the heating on.

Day 262: Typing on day 263. Last day of work for 5 days. Beers are in order. And a sausage casserole. Day 263: I completely forgot to do a diary entry yesterday....concentrating on starting my work break off on the right foot, which I did. As a result, I didn’t get up until 1pm. So, to stop that sort of day wasting, no beers tonight. Just got back from a shop (£90 in Tesco’s), trying to sort out Romiley’s Christmas present, then something to eat (more sausage casserole) and a early, sober night.

Day 264: So, after abstinence last night, I was up before 11am and did a walk that included the track from Benefield Road to Monson Way past Park Wood. It was fucking hard work due to mud. I have lost coumd the amount of times I nearly slipped right over. Throw into that a hypo, the 12-13km walk was tough. Sorted out Romiley’s present (guitar stand, music stand and guitar exercises book). Took soime nice photos today as well which I’ve prepared and shared. No booze today/tonight either. Some break, a younger me would say!

Day 265: Friday, and I am typing with a beer, balti on the hob and I am just gonna choose a film and roll a single skinner. I am knackered. Up at 10am, cleaned the hall and stairs after a 10km walk. Also, I spoke with dad who is, as always, fine.

Time to make up for the last two sober nights.

Day 266: I am typing this on day 267. So drunk last night I left nearll a full can of beer and went to bed in my jogging bottoms and t-shirt. I have had a day off from any exercise at all which felt very odd. A few beers and watched Snatch. Day 267: While I was nowhere near drunk last night, due to sleeping in late (2pm) I was up ‘til 3am watching TikTok so today I struggled out of bed at just before 1pm. Watch the start of the season’s final GP (Verstappen won from pole and it was boring af), back on the exercising including a 9km walk. Back to work tomorrow which I feel totally conflicted about! Posh won yesterday at home to Rochdale (with the allowed 2000 fans) 4-1 including a 17 minute first half hatrick from Jonson Clarke-Harris.

Day 268: Back to work - Sueanne’s off and it’s the first day I’ve been at work with Jon in charge which involves a daily ‘SUMO’ (whatever that acronym stands for?) at 9.30am every day. I am still involved with te qfiniti upgrade project which seems to have taken a step backwards in the 3 days I had off, so I was working until gone 9.30pm! I have decided to do a quiz, hopefully for Christmas, whereby I don’t want the actual answers (to 25 particular questions, all with a common theme in the answer), merely an omitted question!

Day 269: Stand Up Meeting Online. SUMO. Ian Bird told me. I might struggle with double Y for my quiz. Work was OK, more Qfiniti stuff. Posh drew away to MK 1-1. Posh were 0-1 up but Lincs lost at home. I can’t undertsand why that pleases me so....oh, yeah I can Steve Dee.

Day 270: Struggling to order Dad and Rita booze for Christmas without it being a Morrison’s delivery that I can do through Amazon Prime. That would be OK but it’s just a bit clinical! Meanwhile, now I am paying for Prime, and they are showing some Premiership games (for example, tonight I watched Liverpool v. Spurs (2-1), I really have to contact Sky - I am paying £71pm atm! Sam posted pic of her Christmas tree but mentioned how she’s finding it hard to get in the spirit - Paul has testicular cancer and the outlook is bleak - fuck know’s what she’s going through with all that, trying to shield Romiley from the worst without lying!

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canumoveurseatup-no · 6 years ago

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The Mission

Part 2 of Puffballs; from my new Honeybee Series.

Summary: You went on a mission and while trying to save everyone you could, it wasn’t enough. You go home and the dynamic of your family changes because of it.

WC: 4.5K

Pairings: Bucky x Black!Stark!Reader, Bucky x OC!Daughter, Avengers x Black!reader (SB stands for Stark-Barnes)

Warnings: descriptions of civilian casualties during an attack, child death (not Anna), angst, arguing, nightmares, disruption in family dynamic, fluff!

A/N: If you are tagged/ want to be tagged or even just like it. All I ask is that you leave verbal feedback please as I put a lot of effort into my work.

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“Come on SB, we gotta go!,” you heard the quinjet start up through your earpiece as Clint’s tone was stressed and strained.

“I can’t. Not yet. There are still people out here!!,” you rushed civilians out of the houses on the block, running in and out of each one to get them to safety.

“Mommy!! Someone help!,”

You heard someone yell from one of the houses, “Clint there’s a little girl,” you said into the com.

It was just you, Clint, Steve and a few SHIELD agents to run the other carriers. Steve was helping get families out of their homes and to safety as their city was being bombed to smithereens. You ran as fast as you could to the house, hearing the little girl scream. One part of the house was on fire and that was the part she was trapped in.

“Mommmyyyyy!!!,” you could hear her over all the commotion.

“Y/N lets go, everyone is out. We gotta go before they hit again!,” Steve was out of breath and tired.

“I can’t! There’s still a little girl in one of the houses!,”

Without any hesitation, Steve came to help you. The little girl was in the window, the fire blazing behind her.

“Help please!!,” she cried. She was hyperventilating and screaming her head off. She was little, no younger than your Annalise, which prompted you to act fast because she reminded you of your little girl.

“I’m gonna need you to jump. I’ll catch you!,” Steve yelled up at her. The bottom part of the house was now in flames and collapsing.

“I’m scared,” she whined. And you tried your best to talk her down, “My mommy was downstairs then I heard her screaming, is she with you? I want my mommy,”

“Steve, we didn’t get anyone out of this house,” You whisper to him. Trying to find a way to get her down, Steve swore under his breath.

“I’ll help you, you just have to jump. I promise I’ll catch you,” Steve knew you were all running out of time before the house burst fully into flames or the enhanced come back to attack to finish the job.

“I want my mommy!,” she cried.

“Sweetheart, please,” you pleaded. You felt tears in your eyes as you envisioned Anna up there, which was the worst thing to do, “I’m not your mommy but I’ll protect you, I promise. I’ll keep you safe. Just jump and I’ll catch you,”

You wish she wasn’t so far up, you wish the house wasn’t so big and tall. It makes everything so much harder. You wish there were dark places so you could shadow travel but the fire kept you from doing that. She started slowly climbing out of the window and slowly crept to the edge of the roof. She looked down and froze.

“It’s not so bad, it’s okay!,” Steve tried his best to ease the little girl’s thoughts but she stepped back.

“It’s okay baby girl, I’ll catch. I promise. I won’t let you get hurt,” Your soft, motherly tone seemed to calm her down.

“Guys! We gotta roll out!,” Clint yelled at you two. The other carriers started to leave because they got everyone.

She started coming closer to the edge the more your promising voice talked to her. You reminded her of her mother and that’s why she trusted you so much. Steve’s rushed and loud voice didn’t do much help in this situation. She reminded you so much of Anna so that’s why you took the motherly approach rather than Steve’s.

She was just about to jump when everything happened in slow motion. You had a smile on your face with your arms out, she finally trusted you to jump. But it was all ripped from you both when you felt Steve’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you back, running away. You had gone deaf in that moment as you saw the little girl preparing to jump when the missile hit her house. The blast sending you and Steve further back than he had ran.

You were spread out on your back, ears ringing staring at the sky. You slowly sat up and saw the ruined house where the little girl just was. You stared wide eyed at the scene. You swallowed heavily, taking in what was splayed out in front of you. Gasping for air, you started crying before screaming as loud as you could, “NOOO!,”

You tried to get Steve’s arms from around you but he had an iron grip on you as he dragged you back to the jet. Bucky and Tony made Steve swear he would look after you and while the scene was heartbreaking he had to get you out of there.

“No! Steve NOO!,” thrashing in his arms as the door shut. The scene slowly being closed off from you as Clint flew you guys away to head home. He set you down and you started punching his chest, straight up sobbing and screaming.

Clint had heard you sobbing but he had to get you guys home. He’d have Steve fill him in on everything later. It hurt him to hear you cry like that so that prompted him to speed up the jet to get you guys home faster.

“I almost had her! I could have saved her!,” you fell to your knees looked at your empty arms. She could have been there, she was so close.

“She had no one, Y/N. I know it hurts but she’d have to live with knowing what happened to her family. You on the other hand have a family to get back to. Casualties happened,”

You wondered how he could just be so closed off about it. Maybe he’d seen so much that he takes it as is and keeps it pushing.

“That could have been Anna!,” another wave of strong emotion washed over you, “That could have been my Annalise. Our Annalise standing on that roof getting ready to jump!,” you’ve seen some shit in your time as an Avenger but that was all before you had Anna. You and Bucky had mainly been doing logistics during and after your pregnancy that way you wouldn’t have spend too much time away from her. But lately you felt like you could get back in the swing of things. After her identity crisis you spent more time with her until Bucky told you it would be fine to go back out, as long as whoever went with you looked out for you.

You wish you didn’t go back out there.

“She still had so much to experience. So much life to live and it was stripped from her, Steve! That could have been Anna,” you just couldn’t shake the look of relief on her face as she was about to jump just for it to turn into pure horror as the missile came near.

“Those guys are being taken care of, Y/N,”

“She’s fucking gone, Steve. It’s a little too late for me to care about that,”

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“Bucky...” Steve sighed into the phone, he peered over at you, you were in a haze, your mind playing the series of events over and over again. You wish you could go back in time and do something different.

“Steve, what is it?,” Bucky’s tone was laced with worry.

“It’s, Y/N,” sure Steve could have worded it differently and gotten straight to the point but he wanted to ease Bucky into it and let him know what he'd be dealing with.

“Steve, I swear if you fucking let her get hurt I am going to kick your fucking ass!,” Bucky’s voice boomed in the speaker. You and Bucky used to go on missions together all the time so he got anxious when it came to you going on missions with other people without him. If it was all of you then he was still there to protect you but without him there, he felt like no one else had the capability to protect you like him. Of course you could protect yourself but Bucky would never stop worrying.

“She’s not hurt... physically. It was a mess out there today and she had a front row seat to something that might take a while to get over,”

“Steve, what happened out there?,” Bucky lowered his voice.

Lowering his head and shaking it, he hesitated before speaking into the phone,

“Just...just let Annalise know her mama still loves her,”

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You stalked off the quinjet like you were dead. Nothing has ever rattled you this hard. As much as it’d make sense for you to actually want to see Annalise, you shut down and hoped that you could avoid her long enough to get yourself together. You saw Bucky once you walked inside and you ran into his arms automatically resorting to crying again.

“Baby, what happened?,” He held you tight as your fists clenched and tugged on his shirt hard.

“I couldn’t save her. I promised I’d save her!,”

Bucky made the connection from what Steve said on the phone to how hysterical you were and what you were rushing out of your mouth. You always had a soft spot for kids even if they weren’t yours. You always tried to save kids first if they were ever involved. This one must have involved a child. That was the only explanation and that child must have reminded you of the one you came home to every night. Hurting you to your core even more.

“She trusted me and I failed her,”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. No matter what he said, it wouldn't ease you. “You did all you could” would just make you feel like shit, making you feel like your best wasn’t good enough. “Casualties happen” would just make him seem aloof about the situation. He knew if he was in your shoes he’d react just as you were but more violently.

“I’m here for you, baby doll. You know that. We are in this together, always,”

Bucky didn’t want you to know he was hurting as well. Something about Bucky that no one knows is that he is an empath. When you’re hurting he’s hurting just as bad. When his daughter was having her own problems, it discombobulated him and threw him off kilter.

“Mama,” the little sleepy voice rung through the room.

Bucky felt you tense up in his arms, “Mama, I missed you,” she came forward but all you did was step back and away from her, looking at her in horror.

“I can’t do this right now,” you told Bucky and walked away out of the room, leaving your daughter standing there looking sad with her stuffed bee in her arms.

“Did I do something to upset, mama?,”

As if he wasn’t hurting enough, he saw the was his little honeybee’s bottom lip quivered. He knelt down to pull her into a hug.

“You know how mama and papa go out to fight bad guys to keep you safe?,”

She solemnly nodded her head, “Well today... the bad guys did something that hurt your mama really bad and she’s having a hard time right now. We just need to give her time. It’s nothing you did,”

He wiped the single tear that fell from her eye, “I hope she feels better soon. The way she looked at me looked like she was scared of me,” Anna played with the antennas of her bee.

Bucky dropped his head and sighed, “There is just a lot for mama to process right now and as bad as it sounds, seeing you right now is hard for her. But remember she still loves you no matter what. We just have to give her the time and space to collect herself. Just like we tell you to do when you’re upset. You understand?,”

Annalise nodded her head and sighed, “I understand, papa,”

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The nightmares wouldn’t stop. You found comfort staying up late in the lab with your father to keep your mind off of the mission from weeks ago. Every night it was the same, the little girl screaming at you, telling you that you broke your promise and didn’t keep her safe. You'd wake up in a cold sweat and a sore throat from screaming and you’d end up in the lab, tinkering with one of your dad’s projects.

“Sweetie, you gotta talk to someone about this. You’re losing sleep,” You were surprised that out of all people, your dad, the man who has to be forced out of the lab to get sleep was the one preaching to you.

“Dad, I’m fine,” cutting a green wire to fuse it with a blue one, the once defective project lit up.

Things between you and Bucky have been tense and you can’t even be in the same room as your own daughter without having flashbacks of your nightmares. It was taking a toll on your entire family and as much as you knew you need help, you couldn’t admit it.

“Anna needs you, Y/N. Don’t become estranged,” he took a seat beside you and handed you a cup of steaming chai tea.

“Bucky has explained this to her, dad. She’ll be okay until I get over this,”

Tony sighed and wiped a hand over his face, “You’re making that little girl think you hate her,”

“Dad! Enough,” you snapped. You were exhausted and weren’t in the mood to argue. You felt tears burn your eyes and you angrily shook your head, “I don’t need you guilt tripping me. This isn’t easy for me either but pulling back is what needs to be done until this blows over,”

“That’s the thing, Y/N. This isn’t going to blow over until you sit and talk this out. She needs her mother. You have to take this situation into your own hands or else it will only get worse. Annalise needs her mother,”

“So did that little girl, dad!,” Slamming your fist on the table, you scared Bruce awake from his power nap at the computer, “She needed her mom but she was gone! I was the closest thing to comfort in that moment. She was so close to being saved and I failed her. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to live with the fact I let a child die? That could have been Anna and that’s what hurts. Seeing that little girl as my daughter. I didn’t just see some little girl get bombed, I saw my daughter up there and I don’t even know how to put it in words but it hurts seeing my daughter look at me and then the little girl standing on that roof about to jump in my arms and it all get ripped away!,”

That’s the most you had to say about that day. You avoided everyone, you avoided talking about it, harboring all the feelings and nightmares.

“I can’t sleep because I see the little girl crying, screaming, begging, asking me why didn’t I do more to save her! Do you know how that makes me feel?,”

Tony stepped slowly toward you before wrapping you in a hug to let you cry. Bruce had slipped out to give you privacy.

“I understand, Y/N. I’m your father, I’ve seen some things that have hurt me and made it hard to face you but I realized you needed me. You didn't let anyone die. I know it hurts but you still have a little girl that is here, cherish that, appreciate that. It might be fucked up but that little girl and her family are together again even though the circumstances aren't the best,"

You knew he was right but you were nervous about facing your own family. You hadn't even been home, you'd been staying in the tower. But you figured after everything your dad was telling you, you should head home to fix things.

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The next day you cleaned yourself up and headed home, making it seem like you weren’t battling memories in your head. You slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door, slowly walking into the house. Anna’s toys littered all over the living room floor. You heard her giggles in the exercise room and slowly walked up to see her and Bucky lifting weights together.

“I lifted 175 pounds today, papa!,” she clapped and he was so proud of her. She came out of the womb strong a hell. Sam held her as a newborn and she broke his index finger just by gripping it really hard. Bucky always helped her channel her strength that way it didn’t get too out of hand.

You stood against the door frame and smiled, “That’s so much more than the last time,” you said with a small smile.

You wrapped your hands around yourself as Bucky looked up at you and Annalise turned around and frowned at you. She walked out the room right past you and Bucky sat on the weight bench.

“I see you’ve been working with her. It’s crazy she’s only six and can lift that much,”

Bucky awkwardly nodded his head and stood, wiping his hands on his sweats. The silence was deafening, your ears rung and it was making you breathe heavily.

“I’m going to therapy,” you tried your best to smile but your eyes started watering, “I- I realize my daughter needs me and it’s just... it was a mess that day,” you tried to laugh it off to ease the tension but it only caused your voice to break. Bucky stepped closer to you and he started to feel bad for your current state.

“I saw Anna up there,” you tried to explain but it all came out choppy and jumbled, “I know it wasn’t her but the girl reminded me of Anna and that’s why I took it so hard. Dad says I didn’t let her die but that doesn’t change the fact I broke my promise and didn’t protect her. She was so close, so close but those fucking enhanced they just had to attack at that exact time. It sickened me, I couldn’t take it. The nightmares, the flashbacks. It hurts. She wasn’t even my kid, Buck but she needed me. She deserved so much better. Annalise.. deserves so much better than what I have been giving and I- I don’t know-,” you choked on a sob and Bucky instantly pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” you knew you were soaking his shirt but it’s not like he’d care.

“I knew you’d come around. It was just hard trying to explain to a six year old why her mother can’t stand to be in the same vicinity as her,” Bucky kissed your head as he held you tight.

“I guess it hurts so much because I don’t know what I’d do if that happened to our little girl.” You pulled back a little bit and wiped your face, “Now she resents me and I totally get it because I was so cold to her as well,”

“Just give her time. That’s all this family needs is time. You know that. She’ll come to terms with understanding. She knows you still love her, but she’s been missing you,”

You nodded your head and he took your hand, kissing it lightly, “Lets get you some rest. You look like you could really use it,”

You stopped him and your breath hitched in your throat, “I- I can’t sleep,”

Bucky ran the back of his hand along your cheek, sweetly smiling at you, “I’ll let Anna know what’s up and I’ll be right there with you. Just like you were my anchor when it came to my nightmares, I’ll be yours,”

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It’d been about a week since you came back home and you were still trying to get Anna to talk to you but she would just ignore you and talk to Bucky. While you knew you deserved it, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Especially knowing you were trying to make amends after everything and have your daughter in your arms.

“Anna, I figured we can go shopping today,” You smiled across the kitchen at her as you made her breakfast. She just continued coloring, not saying a single word. Bucky had taken up your missions while you were back home and spending time with Annalise like you needed all along.

You felt your eyes water at her silence as you plated her breakfast and handed it to her with her juice, “Let me know if you change your mind, I’ll be right back,”

You rushed to your bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, the tears finally falling and you did your best to keep your whimpers to a minimum so Anna didn’t hear you. Anna sat at the table, eating her waffles, fruit and oatmeal as she heard you crying from down the hall. She felt really bad, she knew her mama was going through a lot but she wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine but hearing you cry broke her heart.

She climbed out of the chair and went over to the house phone to dial her pop pop.

��Y/N, hey, how are you feeling?,” The phone only rung twice before Tony answered.

“Pop pop,” Anna whispered into the speaker.

“Anna? Where’s your mother? Is she okay?,” he was shooting a bunch of questions at his little granddaughter.

“She... she’s in the room crying. I can hear her,” Anna’s little voice sounded so sad, “I don’t know what to do,”

“Do you know why she’s crying? Do I need to come over?,”

Anna shook her head but she knew her pop pop couldn’t see her, “No but... I think she’s crying b-because I’ve been mean to her,” Anna started to feel guilty. Her mama rarely ever cried and most of the time when she did cry, it was happy tears.

“What do you mean?,” Tony started to walk around his office to focus on his granddaughter’s words.

“B-because she hasn’t been home lately and been ignoring me so I ignored her back so she felt how I felt,”

Tony sighed into the phone and she could tell her pop pop was disappointed in her, “Honeybee... listen,” Tony sat in his chair and stared out the window, “That day your mama saw a little girl go away for good. I know it hurt for your mama to ignore you but it was because that little girl she saw reminded her of you. I know it doesn’t always make sense but people cope in their own way and mama just needed time to collect herself to realize that you’re still here with her. She blamed herself for what happened... it wasn’t her fault and she felt like she let that girl down so she was beating herself up a lot over it and when she saw you she felt like she let you down all in the same,”

Tony took his time slowly explaining what happened that day and how you’d been having nightmares, how you had to come to the tower so you didn’t wake her up with your screams and cries in the middle of the night. Anna finally understood it all, you didn’t intentionally hurt her but she was intentionally hurting you and family doesn’t do that.

“Okay pop pop, thank you. I gotta go,”

“Bye, honeybee. I love you,”

“I love you too,” Anna hurriedly put the phone back on the dock and walked down the hallway to you and her papa’s room. She could still hear you crying. She slowly pushed the door open and she felt saddened by your state.

“Mama,” she called out. You sat straight up and wiped your tears, smiling, trying to act as if you weren’t just bawling your eyes out.

“H-hey. Is your breakfast okay? Are you okay?,” you stood up off the bed and Annalise dropped her gaze to your feet.

“I-I would like to go shopping with you today,” her voice was low but her words restored a little faith in you. Wiping your face again you nodded your head.

“O-okay. I’ll get you dressed and I’ll straighten up then we can go. Is that okay?,”

Annalise realized how nervous her mama sounded talking to her. She felt bad that she made her mama feel bad. She now understands that some people witness bad things and they might not always react the best. She forgives her mama because she knows every time she goes out to fight bad people that she is a strong woman and she does what she does to not only protect her but little kids like her as well.

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“Want to get ice cream? We’re not that far from your favorite place,” You placed the bags in the trunk. Shopping went smoother than expected.

“Yeah that sound good,” Anna smiled up at you as you put her in her booster seat. You drove to her favorite ice cream spot while blaring her favorite kids bop CD. You ordered her favorite and yours, sitting on the bench and looking out at the lake as the sun started to set.

“I’m sorry,” You and Annalise spoke in unison. You look at her and frowned, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, baby,” you wiped some ice cream from the corner of her mouth.

“I made you cry and family doesn’t do that. Especially not ours,” She stared into her cup of ice cream before making eye contact with you, “I didn’t get it when you started acting weird but when I heard you crying.. I called pop pop and he explained it to me. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I hurt you,” Anna’s eyes started welling up and you shook your head.

“No no no, honeybee,” you kissed her nose and smiled at her, “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m so sorry for shutting you out the way I did. But mama is getting help to make sure in case anything like what I saw just so happens to happen again, I’ll know how to deal or at least cope with it better. Mama is so sorry,” You placed her in your lap and hugged her tight. She kissed your cheek and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Figured I might find you guys here,”

You and Anna looked behind you and you saw Bucky in jeans and a hoodie, walking up to you, “What are you doing here?,” You asked him as he took Anna’s ice cream, scooping some in his mouth as he sat right beside you, resting a hand on your thigh. Anna muttered a small “heeey” before snatching her cup back from him, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Tony filled me in on his phone call with Anna and when I got home you guys were out so I came to look for you guys to make sure you were both good with the tension but I’m glad to see it’s all sorted out,” he kissed Anna’s cheek and kissed your lips which caused her to scoff in disgust.

“I love you, honeybee,” you played with her tight curls and she smiled up at you and you finally didn’t feel your stomach twist in pain as you looked her.

“And I love you, mama,”

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April Feature: Who Could Use More Friends?

The first three articles of 2020 have each covered relatively meaty topics, requiring a fair bit of research and a lot of writing to get over the line. So this month I decided to try something quite a bit lighter. (Sorry again to folks who may have wanted to see the History of Purple. Again, the next month where I don’t particularly feel like doing anything else I’ll continue the History series.)

Over the course of this month, I’ve been spending a lot of time sorting cards, as in March I had decided to finally take my full collection, which was sitting in the closet in a mixed assortment of boxes, sort everything out, count it all, and put it in a big box together. Or two big boxes, as it’s turned out. This process has brought me face-to-face with a lot of old cards, and it’s filled my head with card names from the hours spent sorting. But it also brought to mind what seemed a curious phenomenon.

As I went through the list of Friends for each set, I saw the same names popping up frequently, and not just because I have way too many of certain commons. No, I’m referring to character names, and how I felt like I was seeing a lot of Starlight Glimmer. And a lot of Trixie, and of Zecora and Luna and Spike. After some thought, and looking at the data on Ponyhead, I realized that I was right. Starlight Glimmer has had a Purple Friend in every set since Marks in Time, Trixie has had one in every set since Crystal Games (except for Marks), Ocellus has had quite a few lately, and Zecora shows up more often than not. I wondered, is it possible that Purple has the least variation among the characters that make up its Friends? And if so, how far behind the other colours is it? And how do the other colours fare? On the hand, we might expect Orange to be a bit behind since the Apple family keeps showing up over and over, while we’d naturally expect Yellow to come out ahead since it’s so full of one-off critter Friends. Well, I thought it would be worth counting everything up.

Sure, this topic is one of pure fluff, but for what it’s worth, we do have a new set that’s probably in the process of being flavoured right now, so maybe information like this will be useful to someone. And, it gave me an opportunity to try out some statistics again, as well as some pretty charts. Everyone seemed to like those the last time that I used them.

Current Core

Wouldn’t you know it, I was right! Purple does indeed have the least variation in characters of all the colours, though surprisingly Yellow didn’t end up on top. Before talking about the numbers, though, let’s break down the methodology.

In order to count characters, I used the Title of the Friend cards in each set. Title, remember, is just the first line of the card’s name, and for most cards it nicely captures the data that we’re looking to compare. I stuck only to single-coloured cards, and divided things up by colours. The percentages you see there are simply the ratio of the number of Friends with unique Titles to the number of Friends in total for each colour, with DE, SB, FF, and LL taken into account.

That explanation alone doesn’t cover all of the possible quibbles, though, as I discovered a number of edge cases over the course of the work that required a bit of thought. For example, as the Transform effect taught all of us, Twilight Sparkle and Princess Twilight Sparkle have different Titles. Or perhaps consider the one “Trixie Lulamoon” from SB. Does one count those as duplicates or unique? Or, for that matter, consider the various Derpy cards that are sprinkled throughout the colours, but are mostly in Pink. They all have different Titles. Then there’s the matter of pairs. If we already have “Snips & Snails”, do “Snips” and “Snails” count as unique later on?

The upshot of all of that is to say that comparing Titles turned not to be quite as satisfactory of a system as I thought it would be. Given that the intent of the experiment was to determine “who has the most Friends”, as it were, then likely all of the above exceptions should have been taken into account. But in the end, I was halfway through by the time that I realized this, and decided to be consistent in the methodology. Thus in this dataset, Twilight and Princess Twilight are considered distinct, and all of the edge cases mentioned above are ignored. The biggest effect of this is that Pink probably has a few more unique characters than it necessarily deserves, as even just within these first four sets there’s Merry Mare, Party Mare, and Cargo Mare to consider.

To return to the numbers in the chart, what surprised me most about the data was actually how close all of the other colours were to each other, with only Purple being the distinct laggard. I had been expecting Yellow to have a distinct lead, but in these sets there hasn’t really been the same amount of one-off Critters that happened in the old sets.

But, is this simply an artifact of the way sets have been flavoured recently? With the first question answered, it was time to keep on turning back the clock.

Older Times

Here, the “Modern Era” is considered to start with EO.

Again, and now even more surprisingly, we’re left with largely the same results. Purple still lags behind the rest, but the other five colours are quite closely bunched in with each other. This is especially surprising when we take into account the differing sizes of the card pools for each colour. While it’s no surprise at all that Yellow has the most Friends over all of the sets, at 151, Purple actually has the lowest number, at 137 (and it still has the lowest ratio!). All of the other colours are in the 140’s somewhere.

The relatively tightness of the band that the other five colours fall into honestly makes me wonder if this was a deliberate design decision on the part of the people who were making the flavours for these sets. There’s certainly an understandable benefit to mixing up the pool of characters forming Friends for each colour in each set. To the extent possible one does want to keep the flavour pool fresh. It’s only Purple that’s seemed to have a hard time finding new background characters and one-offs to fit into its colour identity. So, it seems that Twilight is indeed the pony who could use a few more Friends.

In terms of absolute numbers, the colours with the most unique characters in their Friend pool go like this:

Yellow, 95 (151 Total)

Orange, 90 (148 Total)

Pink, 88 (146 Total)

White, 82 (141 Total)

Blue, 80 (140 Total)

Purple, 68 (137 Total)

Ranked like that, it’s interesting to note that colours with more total Friends always have more unique Friends as well. The Total Friends numbers are reasonable enough to explain, as Yellow and Orange have always been Friend-focused colours, while Purple always had more Events. It’s just interesting that from a flavour perspective it was apparently harder to find unique characters to fill a smaller pool of Friends in the colours near the bottom.

While clearly decisions like these are in the hands of the CiM members today, I’m sure that they could only speculate on the flavouring decisions that were made in the earlier days of the game. Still, I’ll open the floor to such speculation. And also to opinions. Does Twilight need more Friends? Or are we fine with Purple as is, a Starlight and a Trixie and a Zecora in almost every set?

Oh, and here’s the spreadsheet, for anyone interested. Maybe someone is willing to run things again to properly capture all of the edge cases? Or maybe I’ll do that later.

#mlpccg #flavour #design

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