songs to get you through the goddamn day

dating peter parker would include...

dedicated to my harrison bestie anon in hopes it makes them smile :) also yes it’s really fuckin long i’m sorry i just love peter parker and have a lot of feelings

  • you actually hate to tell the story of how you two met because it’s mortifiying oh mygod
  • peter, however, loves to watch u blush about it even though it was only really embarrassing when it happened
  • taking the subway to school like every other day, you obviously had spent too many hours on the internet so u were tired as hell 
  • so tired you couldn’t grab the pole in time when the subway stopped
  • and you in an ungraceful manner, tripped, stumbled and fell
  • into his lap
  • his l a p 
  • you still get red cheeks when remember just how embarrassing it was
  • oh my god! i c-can’t believe that- i-i, i’m so so sorry- h-holy shit–
  • peter did find it extremely awkward but your mortified and blushing red face was so much more adorable 
  • n-no, it’s fine– d-do you want my seat?
  • o-oh no, it’s alright. i’d just like to crawl into a hole somewhere. sudden amnesia works too.
  • a cute girl with wit and oh my is that a nerdy shirt????
  • from them on, you had his entire heart 
  • yes i will totally be writing a full on imagine for this
  • you guys weren’t friends for long if u know what i mean 
  • like you had already face planted into his lap so you skipped most of the awkward interactions
  • you were kinda like ‘ah what the hell’ 
  • you did it while you guys were walking home together, like usual
  • hey peter, can you hold this for me?
  • yeah?” 
  • and you just grabbed his hand, grinning at him with wink 
  • cue the cutest blushing from peter 
  • peter goddamn nearly had a heart attack but couldn’t stop smiling the entire walk home 
  • he was really sad when he reached your building 
  • but then you stood on ur tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek so he wasn’t that sad
  • eventually kisses on the cheeks became kisses on the lips & it wasn’t official but you two just knew
  • let’s be real, peter is the worlds biggest dork so movie marathons are so common
  • i mean everything– star wars, back to the future, jurassic park, like man you name it 
  • and if u were a nerd too, then oH boy he would just be in a constant state of heart eyes 
  • he would be anyways but extra heart eyes if u geek out
  • c’mon pete, hurry that cute lil ass up! it’s rogue one!!
  • oh my god, please marry me right now.
  • you guys definitely try to quote movies as much as possible
  • i love you” ”i know *intense blushing* diD YOU JUST–
  • he has a such soft spot for when you guys marathon disney movies not that he tells you that
  • something about you lighting up & singing along makes him go !!!!!!! inside
  • no you two never perform disney duet songs together never ever have you done that why do u ask
  • (your favourite one to perform is hakuna matata because its a goddamn classic and peter gets so into it)
  • (breaking free from hsm is a close second because damn can peter hit those notes when he really tries)
  • peter parker is such an admirer like you dont even know
  • he could stare at you for hours and its pretty much what gets him through the day tbh
  • in fact, he has all your birthmarks and freckles committed to memory because shes so pretty i can’t deal with this
  • he blushes SO MUCH when you catch him staring
  • but lets be real, you were staring at him too
  • he blushed even more when he found that out because oh my fucking god she was staring at me do i look weird is there something on my face
  • but when you’re like no you goof, i’m admiring youu get 
  • he just never stops blushing 
  • he! would! try! so! hard! at everything 4 you
  • baking? hell yeah he’ll bake for u
  • singing? eh he’ll give it a go (but only for you)  
  • dancing? he hates it but he loves to watch u laugh and smile with him so he does it anyways (even if he sucks)
  • speaking of dancing
  • peter loves it when u dance
  • especially when you stay over and he wakes up to you dancing around the kitchen or his room 
  • his favourite is catching you off guard when you’re grooving to some 80′s song
  • babe– cutting himself off with his own laughter, i don’t think that’s dancing.
  • he loves to tease you about your funky dancing because seeing his girl blushing is like his second favourite thing
  • (the first being your smile because it completely melts his insides and everything is better when you smile at him)
  • you also love it when he’s teasing because all you have is pout and suddenly peter’s showering you in kisses 
  • peter is such a sucker for kisses
  • actually he’s such a hopeless romantic & lover of cliches like
  • constantly bringing you flowers he finds on nightly patrols? check 
  • stopping so you two can share a cutesy kiss in the rain? check 
  • dumb pick up lines that still make you laugh? check 
  • tbh you both do pickup lines
  • hey, hey y/n, are you the square root of -1? because you can’t be real 
  • he just giggles at you from the bed
  • except when you do it, its a different story
  • hey hey hey, peter 
  • hmm?” 
  • are you related to yoda? because yodalicious.
  • peter just falls off the bed 
  • you don’t even ask if he’s alright, you just cut straight to laughing at his reaction
  • s-shut up! this isn’t because of your pick up line!! i was startled! 
  • even though he’s trying to hide his face in a pillow, you can see his pink cheeks
  • sure, peter, sure. 
  • aunt may is both a blessing and a curse to both of you 
  • because she spills BOTH OF YOUR SECRETS
  • like you can’t ramble to her about peter because she will tell him everything
  • with you in the same room 
  • oh peter, you’re wearing that shirt? i know y/n loves it, she was talking just the other day about how she find it so hot– 
  • peter secretly really wants to know what you said about him 
  • but aunt may does it to peter too and he hates it
  • “seriously y/n, you should hear the things he says about you, i swear he’s turned into some lovesick–”
  • makeout sessions ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • you both l o v e them 
  • funnily enough, peter is the one who usually starts them 
  • hey y/n, you’ve got something on your face, let me just– *kisses you all over you face*
  • because he’s more than ahead in his classes, ‘study dates’ really means makeout not that you mind though  
  • peter loves kisses everywhere
  • forehead kisses
  • nose kisses
  • shoulder kisses
  • eyelid kisses
  • back of the hand kisses
  • all the kisses
  • his absolute favourite kiss is the one he receives from you in the morning when you’ve stayed over
  • he’ll play with your hair softly and you’ll yawn & stretch and catch him gazing at you 
  • and you just smile and lean up and kiss him 
  • it never fails to make peters heart stop and when you pull away he just goes nooooooooooooo and pouts till you kiss him again 
  • it’s especially hard when you have to leave or part ways after school because peter turns into a needy lil boy
  • one more kiss! one more! 
  • peter you’ve said that seven times now!! 
  • you literally have to push his away, giggling and grinning, because otherwise he’s going to be late 
  • i swear to god parker, it’s only one class! 
  • and of course you know about him being spidey
  • you actually found out by accident 
  • you were searching thru his closest for something to wear when you stumbled across it 
  • tbh you thought it was a really dedicated costume at first
  • so you put it on and it was so fucking baggy man
  • hey peter! look at me, i’m the spider man! thwip thwip! 
  • except it was the real thing so 
  • y-y/n!! where did you find that??? 
  • don’t worry, i’ll keep your spider-man obsession a secret, peter.
  • but when you accidentally web peter’s hand to the wall, you figure out this suit is the real deal 
  • holy shit!! holy shit! you– you’re, this is the real, oh my god, you’re the spider-man!  
  • peter just panics because you’ve webbed him to the wall and he can’t actually do anything
  • no! no i’m not!
  • you freak out for like another minute before you gather your senses enough 
  • peter parker, do not play with me right now- are you spider-man?
  • would you believe me if i said it was a very detailed halloween costume?
  • after cutting him free, you squeezed him into the tightest hug because you were so goddamn proud of him 
  • but also because oh my god how many times had he risked his life and had you not known???? 
  • oh my god, this is so wicked i can’t believe you’re spider-man–
  • you can’t tell anyone! 
  • shh, you know i wouldn’t but holy god! you have to tell me everything
  • you’re not mad i didn’t tell you?” 
  • pfft, i’ll only be mad if you don’t tell me now.
  • yes i also want to make this an imagine
  • yes, you’re the one who patches him up which always ends in cuddles
  • basically you get to shower peter in constant love and affection because he would do that and more for you 
  • he’s just the perfect boyfriend??? 
  • i want a peter parker
BTS Scenario - (B) walks in on (A) listening to a fan made audio of (B)

Jin bit his lip to keep quiet as his hand sped up in time with the sounds coming from his headphones. He reached his high quickly, his toes curling as he clamped his teeth down on his knuckles. Breathing roughly, he took out his earbuds and stood up, heading to the bathroom. Or at least, he would have if he hadn’t collided with a solid chest. Head snapping up, he came face-to-face with the boy he had just orgasmed over, Jungkook. The younger boy had his arms crossed over his chest and his hip cocked out to the side. He had that stupid smirk that he got when he knew something he shouldn’t.

Jin cleared his throat, “Jungkook-ah, how long have you been standing there?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “Since I heard you call my name. I thought you needed something, imagine my surprise when I found you in a…compromising, position.”

Jin’s face flared, “I can explain-”

He was cut off by the younger pushing him back down into the bed, crawling up his body and seating himself on Jin’s waist, “Hyung, you talk too much.”

Jin groaned, “Jungkook, you don’t have to do this-”

The end of his sentence was drawn out into a stuttering hiss sound as Jungkook scraped his teeth bluntly over the hollow of his throat. All coherent thoughts went out the window after that.

Yoongi knew doing this in the studio where anyone could walk in was a stupid idea. But he had been editing Hoseok’s solo song, Boy Meets Evil and goddamn, he was beyond turned on. Halfway through trying to quickly get off, he had remembered the video he had stumbled across a few days before and after a thought of absolute ‘fuck it’ he had turned it on, without headphones, and got to work. He was close, so close he almost cried when he heard the key in the door behind him. Freezing in panic was his first mistake, not counting the many before that, his second was only muting the computer instead of closing the tab altogether.

Hoseok, of course it would be him, lunged at Yoongi and placed himself firmly on the older’s, thankfully now clothed, lap, “Yoongi hyung! Namjoon-ah told me you were editing my song! Can I hear? Is it done?”

Yoongi swallowed hard and cleared his throat, “Its not done yet Hobi.” He hoped the term of endearment would keep the younger from looking at the computer.

He hadn’t counted on the fact that Hoseok was a persistent little shit as he, did in fact, turn to look at the screen. Yoongi clenched his fists and stared at the floor off to the right, waiting for the anger or teasing. When it didn’t come, he risked a look up at Hoseok.

The younger was staring down at him in fascination, “I’m insulted Hyung, you waste your time on garbage like this, when you have the real thing right here.”

Yoongi froze, confused, “What…” he mentally punched himself in the face, thinking to himself, ‘How fucking pedestrian Min Yoongi.’

Hobi giggled and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, “I’ll show you exactly how I sound while screaming your name. There’s a price though…” he leaned down to whisper in a very stiff Yoongi’s ear, “I get to have you screaming and writhing under me next time.”

Hoseok would be the first to admit that he was a complete idiot sometimes. Especially in situations like this. He was currently locked in the small airplane bathroom, trying to quickly get off while listening to one of those fake audio videos on YouTube through his headphones. The object of his current sexual frustration was his flight-buddy and roommate for this trip. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited to spend so much time with Taehyung, he was just really getting tired of cold showers and picturing wrinkly old ladies during performances. After he finished, he washed his hands and went back to his seat.

About 5 minutes later, he felt a tap on his shoulder, “What is it Tae? I was almost asleep.”

He could almost feel the younger’s pout, “Hyung is being quiet. It’s like I’m rooming with Yoongi hyung again.”

There was a grunt of, “Fuck you.” From the row behind them followed by a light slap noise and, “Watch your mouth Yoong-ah.”

Hobi yawned and leaned the other way, laying his head on Tae’s shoulder instead of the window, “Hyung is just tired Tae.” He heard the younger murmur something about watching over him while he slept as he drifted off.

Once he woke up, and they landed, they were all quickly shuffled to the motel. After getting settled into their room, Tae laid face down on the bed and moaned at the softness. Hobi stiffened for a second before deciding he was just too tired to care. Instead of laying in his own bed, he curled into Tae’s side, laying his head on his chest.

They laid in a comfortable silence until Tae suddenly and bluntly said, “I saw what you were listening to when you went to the bathroom.”

Hobi froze, “What are you talking about Taehyung?”

The younger tightened his arms around Hobi for a moment before swinging up and over him, straddling his hips, “While you were asleep I wanted to listen to music but my phone was dead so I was gonna use yours. But when I opened it up, I saw what you were listening to.”

Hoseok stared up at him, speechless because of one part Tae’s beauty and one part because he had been caught, “I’m so sorry TaeTae. It’s just, I really like you…”

They stared each other down until Tae leaned down to press his lips to Hobi’s and then whispered, “I like you too Hyung. Though, I have a request.”

Hoseok nodded, “Anything.”

Taehyung whispered against the older’s lips, “The next time you need to get off, if I find out you so much as even touch yourself, I will tie you up and have my way with you.”

To say he was dominant was the understatement of the century. Every time he slept with someone in the past, he was the one calling the shots. That’s why he was so confused at the almost needy want of being pinned down by Jin and to let him have his way with him. The fact that it was Jin didn’t surprise him at all, he’d been in love with his Hyung for a while now. But just recently this new idea of being so controlled by the other, had been plaguing his life. It had started when they had released their song Blood Sweat and Tears. Something about the overly sexual theme had brought this up. So now, here he was, in the dorm at 2 in the damn morning, listening to one of those audio things on YouTube. ARMYS were miracle workers. He hadn’t counted on the fact that Jin normally wakes up about this time to get a drink of water and use the bathroom. He also hadn’t counted on the fact that his headphones were wayyy too high and his Hyung could hear everything.

He felt the bed dip before his headphones were taken out and thrown across the room. Then soft lips were pressed along the column of his throat, “Namjoon-ah, you’re very naughty. What if the kids had heard.” Namjoon whined at that and Jin chuckled, “I’m going to have to punish you.”

Namjoon was about to retort with something sassy but his words turned to a low moan when a strong hand replaced his own.

Taehyung was a very blunt and open person, anyone around him for 5 minutes could tell. That’s why Jimin was getting worried at his his behavior lately. He was all but ignoring Jimin and had even asked to switch rooms so he wasn’t with the older anymore. Taehyung knew that Jimin was worried, but he just couldn’t take being that close to the older all the time. He was still young, he had no control over a boner and it was very inopportune to have one 24/7. No amount of cold showers could get the images of Jimin out of his mind, all it did was raised the water bill substantially. He figured he was safe in the bathroom at the moment, quickly “letting off steam” while listening to an ARMY made audio of him and Jungkook. Only, he had forgotten to lock the door. So engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t hear the door open or hear the slight gasp come from the doorway. In fact, he didn’t know anyone was there until two strong hands ran down his sides. He froze in place, pajama pants pulled low, forehead resting on the wall.

His phone was paused which means whoever was behind him, he had a good idea of who, had seen what he was listening to. Jimin’s low voice murmured, “Do you have absolutely any idea what you do to me..?”

Tae slowly shook his head, “N-no…”

Jimin bit lightly at the junction between Tae’s shoulder and neck, “How about I show you and you don’t have to use fake fan made stuff?” Taehyung nodded and Jimin pressed a kiss to the same area that he had bit earlier, “Lets go to bed, I want you to make me scream.”

Jimin, panting hard, quickly made his way to his dressing room. It wasn’t an uncommon thing to get turned on after a performance, but this hadn’t been a normal performance. Him and Yoongi had performed Tony Montana together for the first time. The younger couldn’t get his Hyung’s rough, gravely voice out of his head and it was doing things to him. Popping his headphones in, he hit play on one of the audio things he’d happened to find one lonely night. Quickly, desperately trying to get off before the others came looking for him. He didn’t even hear the knock at the door, the voice asking if he was in there, the handle turning on the door, or the footsteps that paused before striding forward with determination. It wasn’t until there was uneven breathing hitting his shoulder and the side of his neck that he noticed.

He froze and opened his mouth but before he could speak, that rough gravely voice spoke lowly in his ear, “Looks like you could use some help baby boy.”

Jimin nodded and curled back into Yoongi who took the headphones out of his ears before leading him over to the desk, “Don’t worry, Hyung will take care of you.”

To say Jungkook was sexually frustrated was the understatement of the century. Being the youngest, he was still viewed as a “baby”. Even by Taehyung who didn’t demand he call him Hyung. Speaking of the bastard, he was the reason for Jungkook’s “little problem”. Currently, Jungkook was the only one in the dorm, and he was taking it for granted. The others wouldn’t be back till that night, at a concert that he hadn’t wanted to go to. After taking a bath to relax his muscles, he played video games in the living room, completely naked just because he could. About an hour into his game, he got a text.

It was a video from Taehyung, “Hi Kookie!!! Wish you were here!”

Jungkook could tell his Hyung had been screaming along with the music cause his voice had gone deep and rough. Not good for his libido. Innocent as it may be, Taehyung’s voice was one thing that never failed to turn him on. Since he was all alone, he pulled up one of those Tae audio things made by ARMYS that he had seen a few weeks ago. He heard the door open and scrambled to shove his headphones in the headphone jack to mute the sound, while simultaneously ripping the blanket over his lap to cover himself.

He heard, “Jungkook-ah..?”

Letting out a breath of relief that it was just Taehyung, “In the living room Hyung, why are you guys home so early?”

He rolled over the couch and sprawled across Jungkook’s lap, “Just me, I missed my Kookie, it was no fun without you.”

He shuffled to get more comfortable, making Jungkook groan out lowly, “Hyung…watch it.”

Tae looked at him in confusion for a moment before it dawned on him, “Jungkook-ah! Anyone could have walked in on you!” Jungkook gave him a pointed look, “Besides me! I don’t count.”

Kookie raised an eyebrow at him, “And why don’t you count?”

Tae had a gleam in his eyes as he looked up at Jungkook from his lap, “Cause we all know you want me to fuck you into every hard surface.”

In any other circumstance, Jungkook probably oils have slapped him, but honestly he was so turned on he couldn’t think that far ahead. So when he whined, he wasn’t that surprised.

Tae laughed darkly and sat up, straddling Jungkook, “We’ve still got hours before the others get back, why not be a good boy for Hyung and let me ruin you.”



lutavero  asked:

Oh my Gosh, that Olivarry Valentine headcanon thing was so adorable. Loved it so much. ♥♥♥ I was like 'Aww' during it. Maybe a few more? :) And happy Valentine's ! :)

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

Thank you!  <3  I’m glad you enjoyed them.

A few more, you say?  Well shucks, since it’s Valentine’s Day:

  1. Oliver can’t stand Valentine’s Day.  Why?  “‘Dear Arrow.’” Barry reads a letter in a nice loud sing-song voice, sitting just out of reach on a rafter in the Arrow cave.  “‘Know what else you can nail to the wall?’”  There’s an entire pile.  Barry’s wheezing.
  2. Which is why he definitely gets an arrow in the leg.  But hey, it’s Valentine’s Day.  “That’s romantic as f*ck,” Oliver quips, pointing out the hearts with arrows through them.
  3. Barry retaliates by eating his chocolate-covered strawberry stash.  Oliver takes one look at the empty box, draws in a deep breath, and asks in a voice that could kill: “Where. are. my goddamn. strawberries.
  4. Barry is living for all of the teddy bears in shops and stuff.  Oliver threatens to replace him with one if he brings it home.
  5. Flowers aren’t Ollie’s thing, so Barry gets him a cactus.  “It suits you.”  Oliver glares and quietly gives the cactus a place of honor in his apartment.
Just Us- Part 1

Yoongi-Centric *.*

*Word Count* 4,178
*Genre* Angst, Parenting, Happy
*Pairing* None


“Daddy, where’s mommy?”

What the hell was he supposed to say?

Mommy left because daddy couldn’t treat her right, it’s actually daddy’s fault for yelling in mommy’s face and telling her to get the fuck out and leave if she wanted to.


He couldn’t say that.

He didn’t want to risk his daughter hating him too.

See things were perfectly fine 4 hours ago.

He was working of course. working on a new song that he needed- no wanted to finish by tonight. His phone turned off so he wouldn’t be disturbed, he didn’t need any distractions while he was working anyway, if he wanted to get this finished he needed to be concentrated and isolated. He’d been sitting in the same spot since practice ended, which was about 6 hours ago, to say he wasn’t exhausted would be a lie, he was in fact beyond exhausted.

Yet even as tired as he was he was still determined to get his work done, get it over with, then he could move onto the next thing.

And by next thing, he means more work.

His original plans were to finish the song he was working on now then start working on another song he wanted to get halfway finished by tonight also. If he got halfway through the next song then he would be able to finish the entire thing the next day, then work on another song.

Of course, it doesn’t only take a day or two to finish an entire goddamn song that could probably be the next hit, or in their album if it gets accepted. It, in fact, takes days, weeks, months, years. 

Took him years to finally release his mixtape, it could take him years to finish the song he was working on now, but you never know. Yet again he’s determined he knows exactly what words he wants to put in this song, he knows that the beat he created fits well perfectly with this song. He knows it so well to be positively sure he can finish this entire thing by tonight.

As focused as he was, his mind still kept drifting off to unnecessary things when he couldn’t come up with anything, it’s like as soon he went off track, or moved his eyes elsewhere besides his computer screen his mind would think about something else. He didn’t even know what that something else was seeing as the thought left as fast as it came. He couldn’t just simply put words into a song, he wanted his words to have meaning, he wanted the fans he cared so dear for to feel how grateful he was towards them. 

The Fans, no Army, was just 1 of the things he always had on his mind 24/7, the feeling of not wanting to disappoint lingering in each members hearts. He wasn’t planning on letting them down, after everything they’ve done for him and his team. 

For those, he can’t see, for those he can’t remember, for those he can’t personally be close to. He wants them to hear him, to feel how he feels, to speak and have a connection with him through his music. To share something he loves so very much with people that continue to cheer him on, even tho he doesn’t know them(Personally)it means a lot to him. That’s one reason he works so hard.

Another reason he works so damn hard is not only I himself and the fans, but also for his team. Believe it not he believes not everything is about the fans, nor even himself when it comes to music. He thinks about his members to, their dreams too. Jungkook and Taehyung’s love for singing, Jimin and Hoseok’s love for dancing, his leaders love for rapping, and his Hyung’s love for singing also. Not only he but his members enjoy the thrill, the thrill of being on stage, the beating in their hearts louder than the fans screams that proceed to make they go deaf, the sweat trailing from his forehead all the way down to his chin and the music, the music that they enjoy making. For them is also another reason.

Out of sheer anger and hatred, he also works hard because he wants to prove the people that said they couldn’t do it wrong. Wants to tell them that they made it, and there going higher, higher than the very top. Wants to grab their success like a pile of dirt and throw it right in their face, like little children bullying another child. Even tho he’s angry and his hate burns strong somewhere deep inside of him, he’s better than that, and if he ever sees those people again, the ones who looked down on him and his team, he’ll just simply wave and smile. The reason for that is because he’s at the top, and there at the bottom, he could just simply crush them, with the lift of his foot, stomping on them like they were just merely bugs. But he won’t, because again he’s better than that, he’s already successful, but his hatred doesn't just fade away.

The last and 1 of the most important reasons, is because of his child.

His daughter.

His daughter’s existence was in fact known among his fans, his entire relationship was known throughout the country. 

He can still remember the day the media found out, sitting in the living room with his fellow roommates, eating the breakfast Jin had cooked which was always a bit too salty for his liking. His daughter only 3 mouths old in Taehyung’s lap playing with her little fingers, he can still remember the squeaky sound that erupted out of his daughter’s mouth made as he played with her while he simply watched the news. Then there it was. 

“Big News: Rapper Min Yoongi, Also known as Suga from k-pop group called BTS debuting under BigHit Entertainment, only 3 years into his career and he has already been confirmed to be in a relationship with someone and not only that he was caught seen by a fan who took pictures of him and saw him with not only his girlfriend but with a baby! Is this baby his? The fan eventually uploaded the photo on twitter and now fans are demanding answers!  What is Min yoongi hiding! More news on-“ 

His brain could only think about the words that had been said, he can remember how much panic he felt, for himself and for his group, Minhee to. The assuring words they whispered to one another after the news had been shared. The love and fondness, he loved her so much to think how far apart they are now, break his heart a little. 

He and his partner, Minhee at the time, were not married, fortunately, it’s not that he didn’t love her but he just wasn’t ready for marriage, but his dumbass should’ve thought about that before getting her pregnant. Her parents, of course, wanted them to get married, but he and his parents politely refused (It was mostly him, he was rude about it to be honest but he hates her fucking parents), leaving her father frustrated and angry. In all honesty, he could care less about how her father feels, her father claims yoongi’s always been out for all the money that his daughter has, which is so completely untrue and useless he always just drops the subject. He still loves her somewhat, and still takes care of his child but music……his music. He doesn’t want to blame everything on his job but, music is one of the reasons why he and Minhee split up, and because he was supposedly more focused on the fans and work that he didn’t have any time for her, is what she said.

His daughter stays with him and the other boys only on the weekends, he only keeps her for 3 days and unfortunately on some of those days he has to work, which means sometimes she has to sit on the hard wooden floor that’s located in their practice room and watch them dance. Other times she has to sit backstage as they do interviews or on stage performances,  she even has to sit in his studio and watch him type aimlessly on his keyboard. Sometimes he feels bad for her, they only have small conversations when he’s working, but when he’s not he focuses all his attention solely on his daughter. 

But today, things just aren’t going his way. 

His pale fingers went limp on his keyboard, his head snapping towards the door when knocks were heard. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing his body, he really didn’t want to be bothered right now, all he was trying to focus on doing was finishing his work. Who could be knocking on his studio door at this time anyway, didn’t the others leave?

“Who is it?”

He felt the words leave his mouth before he could even process he had said them himself. 

With his words, someone opened the door just enough to pop their head in, that head belonging to Jimin. He watched as Jimin slowly opened the door and made his way inside, the light from the hallway brightening up the dark room more than his dim computer screen did so. He wasn’t really curious as to why Jimin was still here, the kid was probably practicing, he just wondered why he didn’t notice him here before.

“What do you want?” He heard himself say

Jimin only smiled shutting the door behind him, yoongi heard the soft click of the door and watched as Jimin lazily leaned against it “It’s nice to see you to hyung" 

Frustration and Irritation are all he felt in this moment. He really didn’t have time for games, not to mention he couldn’t quite come up with anything. In his head, he was so fucking sure he knew exactly what he wanted to do, but being interrupted made all his thoughts fly away. He’s blaming jimin for this. Jimin was basically wasting his time and he needs every second he could get, if Jimin wanted to tell him something, he better hurry up because he can feel himself running out of patience. He wondered if his expression showed how frustrated he was because Jimin quickly lifted himself off the door and stood straight.

“Have you been here since practice ended?” He only nodded, moving his mouse upwards watching on the computer screen as the pointer appeared again from hiding. “I’ve been here the entire time, didn’t you know?” He found himself asking a question, which was taking up more time, the time that he oh so very much needed. Jimin raised his hands up in front of him and shook them along with his head, taking a seat on one of the beanbags next to his chair. “Ani, I’ve been here since practice ended too, but since I didn’t see the guys leave I thought you were with them" 

"Right.” He said squinting his eyes when his computer screen popped up something about a software update, it’s been asking him about an update for months now, it’s not like he didn’t want to update his software, believe me, he would love to get rid of this annoying pop up that seems to even pop up when he’s working. It’s just that he’s afraid that if he updates, then everything will be gone, all his files all his music, it’s happened before too.

Jimin only sat still, quiet with his hands fidgeting in his lap. Yoongi didn’t mind him being in here, but he’d really wish Jimin would stop tapping his foot and biting his nails, and of course the fidgeting is what he hates most. It’s obvious he has something to say. So he decides to just get this over with.

He closes his eyes, let’s out a big breath he didn’t even know he was holding in and turns his computer off. Turning his computer off means he’s done, done for the night anyway, he still has so much work he has to do, he’s not even finished with the first song to move onto the next one. He just shrugs to himself, he guesses that’s just more work for him tomorrow then he had originally planned, oh well he doesn’t care. 

He says this now but in fact, he does care, just thinking about how much work he’s gonna have to do tomorrow, he tries not to get stressed out at the thought.

He spins himself around in his chair and faces Jimin, who’s currently staring at him in confusion.

“What are-”

“Cut the crap, what do you want Jimin" 

Yawning, he puts his entangled fingers behind his head. Jimin only hangs his head down, and for some reason, Yoongi gets the feeling that whatever Jimin’s about to say can’t be very important.

"Hyung……Minhee, she, she called me…" 

Yoongi only rolls his eyes, he’s happy he turned his phone off, he didn’t want to hear from anyone when he was working, if he would’ve heard from her he’d be pissed. Pissed only because she would of most likely started an argument about something completely unnecessary. The love he has for that woman has been slowly fading ever since they called quits on their relationship. 

That was when Nari, his daughter was 2 she’s 5 now.

Even if he’s thinking a lot about the situation his only comment to Jimin’s sudden confession is "What the hell does she want?”

Jimin smiles sadly at his words. “She wanted to know when we were coming home…” Yoongi moved his hands from behind his head letting his left arm fall down on the arm of the chair and using his other arm to combed his fingers through his bright blonde hair. “What does she mean? ‘when are you coming home’ is she at our house?” If she was at their house he would be extremely angry it’s not even Friday so she has no reason to be there, if his daughter isn’t there then he could care less about anything she has to say. He immediately felt his blood boil and rise up to his face. 

“Call her and tell her she needs to leave”  

The look on Jimin’s face showed nothing but pure panic, the venom in Yoongi’s voice was no joke.

“Ah, hyung you shouldn’t-" 

"Fine I’ll do it” He shut jimin up real quick, grabbing his phone and roughly pressing each number, he was clearly angry he could still be working right now instead of dealing with something so unnecessary. As soon as he had dialed the number she had immediately picked up the phone, saying hello and waiting for his reply. 

“Why are you at my house?” He tried to say as nicely as he could, but trying to pretend you’re not angry is hard for him, so he’s pretty sure she heard how irritated he was.

She huffed on the other side of the phone and he’s positive she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get an attitude with me, I’m not happy to be here either.”

“Good, then you should leave”

“Believe me I wish I could, I’ve been here for hours waiting for you”

“No one said you had to wait for me.”


“You’re wasting my time, what do you want?”

For a few seconds, all he heard was silence, she coughed a little and made him wait a little longer before answering his question. “It’s Nari…..” Instead of leaning back in his chair he quickly rose up from his seat moving things out the way rather roughly on his desk his hands searching for his car keys. With no luck finding the keys on his desk he patted his body with both hands up and down holding his phone between his head and his shoulder until he found the keys. He was ready to leave if there was anything wrong. His anger quickly turned into concern, Jimin not having any clue what’s going on just left the studio but he assumed Jimin was getting his stuff. 

“What happened? Is she okay?”

“I’ll tell you when you get here…”

“No, tell me-" 

The call had ended before he could even finish his sentence "Motherf-” he decided not to let the word completely slip his mouth and breathed out instead, hurriedly putting his phone in his back pocket, rushing to leave he almost tripped as his foot hit the orange beanbag jimin has sat on just a few minutes ago, quickly catching himself he was happy when he found Jimin already ready to go with his bags as soon as he stepped out the room of his studio, without explaining he motioned jimin to follow him out to his car.

The ride home was quiet jimin didn’t ask any questions because he had felt how tense Yoongi was and he didn’t want to make any false accusations and make him tenser. Yoongi even cut on the radio and actually let a very stupid song play just to distract him from his thoughts. It didn’t help much.

Once they had reached home, he had quickly stepped out of his old car and made his way to the doorstep nervously fumbling with his keys, he was in fact so nervous that he even dropped them, twice.

“Hyung maybe I should do it-”

“I got it!" 

Jimin had jumped in surprise at his tone, he hadn’t meant to yell at him he really hadn’t he was just so..he didn’t even know what he was talking about, he rarely ever yelled in the first place he even found his throat hurting a little. He would’ve said sorry for scaring jimin, but a moment after he had shouted the door opened.

Revealing Jin.

"Your home-”

“Where is she?" 

Passing Jin her started to look around the house for his daughter, he headed straight to his and Jins bedroom first, the door being shut, he attempted to open it but Jin stopped him.

"Wait, she’s sleeping”

“I won’t wake her” He said coldly glaring as he looked back at him, he tried to open the door, but he was again stopped, not by jin.

By Minhee.

“Fancy seeing you here”

She said smiling her voice even till this day still music to his ears, quickly taking in her appearance she still looked the same, like the same woman he had fallen in love with, but he and her both knew she was long gone, somewhere far away, probably dead. He didn’t know, but he missed her.

His face hardens doing the opposite of what his thoughts are hinting him to do.

“Oh really?”

Her smile drops hearing the sarcasm in his voice, not like any of her smiles are real anymore.

“Well this is my house” He finishes 

“Whatever…” She mumbles quietly crossing her arms, over her chest. Here she goes again wasting time and not getting straight to the point.

“What’s wrong with Nari?”

“I lied”


"I said I lied okay…”

“What?” He says again but mostly to himself not sure he had heard her completely. “You lied, lied about what?” he continues. She looks down at her hands, and from anyone’s point of view it would seem that she’s feeling guilty for whatever she lied about, but he’s not falling for it, he knows her too well to fall stupid to her tricks.

He’s not buying it.

“Stop fucking wasting time and tell me what’s going on” he snaps

She doesn’t jump only looks at him sternly.

“I lied about Nari, she’s perfectly fine..”

Finally letting go of the door handle he’s been holding onto since he got home, he walks up towards her slowly. “Then why the fuck-" 

"I wanted to talk to you..”

He can’t believe this, he literally can’t.  "You called and made me come all the way fucking home just so you could tell me something? Couldn’t you have said it over the phone? it couldn’t have waited? I was fucking working-“

"It’s important yoongi-”

“So important to the point where you had to lie and bring our daughter into this?” he accused his voice raising just a bit, he could see jin behind him and jimin to his left, them both wanting to do something to stop the argument, he could tell they wanted to, but they dared not to.

“Yes, that important!”


“If I had asked to speak to you in person would you have come?”

“Like hell, i would”

“That’s why I brought up Nari, because I knew you would listen if she was involved, this is important yoongi so how about you listen to me for once in your fucking life!” she said yelling at him his face only inches away from hers now. He stepped back at her sudden outburst putting distance between them rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” his voice still cold even though he agreed to talk.

“Hurry up, I don’t have all night”

Jin reached out grabbed Jimin’s wrist and walking out to the room giving them both a small smile before completely exiting leaving them both standing alone in the silence. 

“I met someone..”

He rolls his eyes, this is so stupid. He moves his hand to his back pocket, hoping to find his cigarettes there, but they aren’t he hasn’t smoked since high school but he had a sudden urge to start again.

Letting the thought leave his mind he focused on the situation again.

“So? what does that have to do with me?”

She lets out a breath and sits down on the only couch in their house, she waits to speak and again he think’s she’s only wasting more time. He’s getting tired, not like he wasn’t tired before, like he said he was beyond exhausted but he had something to keep him focused something he was determined to finish. 

But this, this was just boring and utterly useless, he couldn’t even bring himself to really care.

“I’ll be in America for at least 3 months, with him….” she whispers afraid if her words might start something.

They do.

“How about you fucking stay there forever?”

“That’s not what I’m say-”

“Stop with the bullshit! just fucking leave! that’s obviously what you’re saying right?”

She stands up angrily standing right in front of him, her fist balled up to her side.

“No, yoongi you know that’s not what I meant!”

“It obviously is, you wanna leave, just fucking do it! Please, fucking leave! We’ll be perfectly fine without you, so go up there with whoever the fuck this guy is and don’t come back! we don’t need you-”

He hears it before he feels it, the pain stinging the left side of his cheek.

He was shocked but he didn’t show it on his face, she had never hit him, even when they were together. He would be lying if the tears in her eyes didn’t make his heart ache a little, but no she brought this on herself.

“Why are you so selfish yoongi….why do you only think about yourself, you don’t give a damn about how others feel.”

He listens to her words carefully, but he doesn’t even try to compare himself with her words. 

He smirks.

“Your right, I don’t give a fuck, now fucking leave never comes back.”

His cold words pierce her, and he can see it to them way her eyes widen slightly and the tears in her eyes threaten to fall, but before they can she quickly grabs her purse and hurriedly rushes to the door.


He just stands there. In the silence, his body oddly cold even tho the house is warm. 

She’s joking. 

She’ll come back, right?

He didn’t even mean what he said, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to say any of that, but his brain spoke instead of his heart. Like it usually does.

He sighs making his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it up half way with foist water. God, he was such an idiot, he should’ve kept his mouth shut, and usually that’s not even a goddamn problem for him. But as soon as he says her face, heard her voice, he doesn’t know why but he just got so angry, even the thought of her made him angry.

He throws the glass cup in the sink, ignoring the loud clanking sounds it made, walking back into the living room him and Minhee stood in just a few minutes ago, and he lays himself down on the only coach they have. Staring at the TV, staring at nothing but the black screen it displayed.

He just wanted to sleep, sleep his stress away. Minhee would be back tomorrow he knows she will, she wasn’t really gonna leave.

Everything would be perfectly fine tomorrow.

7 am is the last thing he see’s before his eyes close, leaving him in nothing but darkness.


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Chapter 9

*Robyn’s POV*

The next morning, I was taking my shower and I couldn’t really get my mind off of yesterday. Me on grinding on Chris, him grabbing my hips and moving with me. It annoyed me…….and strangely turned me on at the same time. Why the hell are these feelings entering my damn body? I shouldn’t be focused on anything else but my business.

I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I wish I could stop and I basically could. I mean, I run everything. But, I need the money. Fast money. After my shower, I dried myself off and put on some lotion.

I got all dressed in my outfit and grabbed a leather jacket from my closet, slipping it on. I grabbed my big Kabuki brush, my foundation, my eyeliner and my red lipstick. I took the Kabuki brush and swirled it around the tan colored powder three times before brushing it onto my face. I picked up my eyeliner and layered my eyelids with it, making a cat eye style.

I grabbed my red lipstick and layered it on my lips. I looked at my hair in the mirror and ran my finger through it. I’m thinking about going to the hair salon this weekend. I grabbed my things and went downstairs. I was expecting to see Mel, but she wasn’t there. Damn, I wonder where the hell is she. I looked on the kitchen counter and saw a note. I picked it up and read it.

Hey, Rih. I went out for a little breakfast with Mijo and we’re riding together to school. I’ll see you later on at the corner.

-M Dollas

P.S., don’t be mad with me.

Don’t be mad with her? She’s spending time with our enemy’s friend, going on all these dates with him and tells me not to get mad? You know what? I said I’d back off, so I’m gonna do what I said. I grabbed my keys and went out the door, locking it behind me.

I got in my car and drove off. Once I reached the school parking lot, I walked inside and went to my locker. I pulled out my iPhone and started listening to music. I also pulled out my little notebook and started writing lyrics.

As I was finishing up yet another song, next thing I knew, someone snatched my book from out of my hands.

“What the hell?” I looked up to see that cocoa skinned girl that came into class to flirt with Chris the other day. What’s her name again? Oh, Monique.

“Hmm, I wonder what you’re writing.” She said, looking through my book.

I snatched it back from her. “None of your goddamn business. Watch who you snatch shit from. Don’t get your ass dropped.”

“If you think those bullshit lyrics are gonna help you get my man, you got another thing coming.” She scoffed and flipped her hair.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, putting my notebook and my iPhone in my backpack.

“I know you’ve been hanging around Chris and I’m here to tell you that you have no chance.” She looked at me up and down disgustingly.

“First of all, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Second of all, I’m helping him study because the teacher told me to. Not that I have to explain myself to you. Whatever we do ain’t got shit to do with you. Third of all, I suggest you watch how you talk to me. I’m not one you wanna fuck with. You can ask your "man” that. Got it?“ I slammed my locker shut and walked away from her.

I don’t have time for that bitch, I got shit of my own to deal with.

*Chris’s POV*

I was sitting in Science class and Robyn walked in. She looked a little pissed off. She slammed her stuff down and sat down next to me. I don’t know why I give a shit, but I decided to find out what’s wrong with her.

"What’s your problem?” I asked.

“Tell your little whore to stay the fuck away from me.” She hissed bitterly.

“Who are you talking about?” I asked again, confused as fuck.

“Monique or whatever the hell her name is. Tell her to stay away from me or I’ll put a bullet down her damn throat.” She hissed again.

Why the hell would Monique approach her? I’ll have to talk to her ass. Our teacher came in and started the lesson. We had to work on some little project together that had to do with mixing certain chemicals together. Me and Robyn enjoyed seeing stuff explode. Can’t lie, that was kinda fun. After Science class was over, I went back to my locker and my boys were there. I dapped all of them.

The two of them started talking about random shit and clowning. I just shook my head, chuckling at them and I saw Monique at her locker. I looked at my boys.

“I’ll be right back, got something to take care of.” I told them.

I approached her and she was smiling like from ear to ear. I stood in front of her and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Hey, baby.”

I pushed her off of me and pinned her against the locker. “What were you and Robyn talking about?”

“I was just saying that I know she’s been hanging out with you and I know she thinks she probably has a chance. But, she’s wrong and needs to back off. Cause you’re mine. What are you doing hanging with her anyway?”

“That’s none of your damn business. Let’s get this clear. What I do with another female has absolutely nothing to do with you. You and me ain’t got no ties whatsoever. The only reason you wanna claim me is because I’m the most popular in this school and you wanna go around and brag that you fuck Breezy. You will never be nothing more than a whore and a user, got it?” I told her.

Tears formed in her eyes and I felt no sympathy for her at all. She’s only crying because I’m right. I ain’t the only one she’s done this shit to.

“Lose my fucking number, you asshole.” She stated softly.

“Gladly. I can find someone better. You ain’t the first, you damn sure won’t be the last.” I walked away from her and the bell rang. Time for the next class.

*Robyn’s POV*

Thank God school went by quick today. When it was over, I walked to the corner of Rose and Dish. I rolled me up a blunt and lit it before taking a hit of it. I sold a little bit of my stuff while I was waiting for Mel. Soon, it was the time she would normally be here and she’s nowhere to be found. I know where she probably is and I knew this would happen.

I decided to call up Debs and Z on three way and talk with them.

“Ayeeeee! What’s good?” They both rang in unison over the phone and I laughed.

“Aye, you two. Missing y'all like crazy, you got no idea.” I told them.

“We miss you too, girl. And M Dollas. Where she at?” Debbie asked.

I sighed. “Not with me. Probably hanging with that boy Mijo from Breezy’s crew. They’ve been getting mighty cozy and shit since they go to the same college.”

“And you let her see him?” Zendaya asked surprisingly.

“I told her about that, but she said our alliance is against Breezy, not his boys. She also stated that just because I gave up on boys doesn’t mean she has to. She had a point there, so I backed off.” I shrugged.

“Now since you’ve gave her that advantage, she’s abusing the hell out of it.” Debs scoffed. I could picture her shaking her head too.

“Look, it’s only been a day and today is Wednesday. If I don’t see her on Friday, then we’ll worry.” I took another hit of my blunt.

“Thought you would’ve been dead on her ass about that.” Debs chuckled.

“Trust me, I’m getting tired already cause I knew this shit would happen. I’m sorry I gave her the advantage.”

“Aye, Mel told you about Sean’s ass, right?” Z asked.

“Yep. I'ma fix that Friday after school. Travis said he could get his dad’s jet to fly us down there and I can handle his ass. Maybe y'all can fly back with us and go to the party.”

“Shit, I’m down for that.” Debs told me.

“Me too. You know I’m always down to party.” I could picture Z smiling like crazy.

“Yeah, just don’t make a repeat of the last party we went to.” I chuckled, thinking about it.

“Yeah, yeah. Killjoy.”

“Aight, let me get going. I’ll see y'all Friday.” I told them.

“Aight, girl. Love ya!” They said in unison and I smiled.

“Love y'all too. Bye.” I hung up and put my phone in my pocket.

Well, I might as well head home. As I began to walk back to the house, my iPhone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it and a text from Chris showed up on the screen.

From Breezy The Swag Master:

Hey, you home?

I slid the “Slide to reply” button and replied back.

To Breezy The Swag Master:

Yeah, why?

I locked my phone and walked into the house before walking upstairs to my room. I sat my phone on the dresser and started stripping off my clothes, so I could get into something more comfortable. I put on a black cami, some red Mickey Mouse pajama pants and some black socks. My phone vibrated again and it was another text from Chris.

From Breezy The Swag Master:

We still have Science stuff to work on and Spanish homework. Duh, dumbass.

I rolled my eyes and replied back to him.

To Breezy The Swag Master:

Watch it, Brown or I’ll leave your ass hanging and let you flunk.

I smirked and walked downstairs to the kitchen. My phone vibrated again and I looked at the screen.

From Breezy The Swag Master:

Whatever, just open the damn door.

I looked at the door and saw a figure standing there. I opened the door and it was Chris.

“Took you long enough.” He stated.

“Whatever, Breezy. Just bring your ass in here.”

“Damn, what’s bothering you now? Can you ever drop the attitude and the mouth?” He closed the door behind him and took off his jacket.

“If you don’t like my attitude or my mouth, either don’t say shit to piss me off or leave. Simple as that.”

“Why don’t you loosen up like you did yesterday?” He insisted with a dumb ass smirk on his face.

I laughed sarcastically. “That shit ain’t happening again. Let’s just get this over with.”

We decided to work from the couch and work on Spanish first, since that takes us the longest. The more Spanish he learned, he didn’t really wanna stop. But, I gotta admit, I’m impressed with how quick he caught on and was pronouncing the words. After working on Spanish for two hours, we started working on Science. That only took about, an hour and 15 minutes.

“Alright, we’re done. You can leave now. Bye bye.” I waved and smiled sarcastically.

“Damn, chill out, shawty. How about we go get something to eat? I’m hungry as fuck.” He stood up and stretched.

“Well, I don’t really feel like cooking again. So, I guess that’d be aight.”

“Aight. Go hurry up and get dressed or I’m leaving your ass to fend for yourself.”

“Um, clearly you’re forgetting who you’re talking to and who’s house you’re in.” I hissed calmly.

“Just go get dressed. I’ll be out in the car.”

*Chris’s POV*

I sat out in the car, waiting for Robyn to get dressed. She finally came out wearing some dark blue denim shorts, a black cami, some combat boots and a black leather jacket. I’ve noticed this chick loves combat boots and leather jackets. I mean, I love my leather jackets too, but I don’t wear them all the time. She got in the car and closed the door, buckling her seatbelt. I turned on the radio and drove off. There was this awkward silence between us, so I decided to break it.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“Why?” She asked defensively.

“Because we have the same classes together, we’re Science partners and you’re helping me with Spanish. We’re spending all this time with each other and don’t know a lot about each other. I’d like to know who the hell I’m dealing with.”

“First of all, you’re not really that "involved” with me. Second of all, only thing you need to know about me is don’t piss me off and I won’t hurt you. Third of all, I know all I need to know about you. You’re a cocky asshole who thinks he’s God’s gift to all whores. Now, there. We know everything we need to know about each other. You must have forgotten when I told you that you were nothing but a fucking grade.“ She spat venomously.

That’s it, I’m sick of this shit. I turned into an abandoned gas station and got out the car. I grabbed her hard by her wrist, pulling her out of the car and pushing her against the car.

"Get the fuck off of me!” She managed to get her wrist free from my grip, but I kept her pressed against the car.

“What the fuck is your deal?! Somebody trying to be nice to your ass, but you just keep coming with the fucking attitude! You must not know who the fuck you talking to! I’m Breezy, bitch! You’re lucky I don’t kill your ass right now! You ain’t nothing but a evil, bitter bitch who’s mad at the world for absolutely no reason!” I spat, fuming. She was seriously pissing me off.

She pushed me off. “You don’t know a damn thing about me, Brown! You don’t know who the fuck you talking to! You’re the one who’s lucky I don’t kill you! You only know my name, you don’t know my fucking story! So, don’t fucking act like you know me!” She spat back, getting closer to my face.

We were staring each other down real hard. Then, my eyes went to her lips. I really wanted to kiss her right then and there. Her lips are just plump and perfect looking. Wait, wait, wait. I was just arguing with this girl, now I wanna kiss her?

What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t know, but I ended up grabbing her face and kissing her. It surprised me when she kissed me back, gripping my shirt. It wasn’t nothing too intense, just a simple, semi-passionate kiss. When we pulled apart, we had these dumb ass looks on our faces.

After that little episode, we got back in the car and I drove off. We ended up going to Wendy’s. I decided to order our food and take it back to her house. When we got back to her house, there was still no sign of anyone. We sat on the couch and ate our food in dead ass silence. I wish she would say something. I decided to break the silence once again.

“Rih, look-” I got cut off by her holding up her hand.

“Leave. Now.” She said with no emotion whatsoever.

“I think we need to talk-” She cut me off again.

“No. Just go.”

I didn’t feel like starting another argument or dealing with her attitude again, so I followed her orders and left. I got in my car and drove off, thinking just one thing–where the hell do we stand now and why do I care so much?

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