Oh no... no, no, no, no, no, no... the silver curls? the blue eyes? In the season where the double, the doppelganger, is a Theme with a capital T? No wonder they were keeping his appearance secret! Armand, what did you do?
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I'm from Russia, i have 500 subscribers. Thank you, I really appreciate that all 500 of them are not from Russia. Here I’m writing a diary about myself and, at the same time, writing fictional love stories about my beloved boyfriend — who really does exist.
This is my blog. I'm from Russia, and I'm a girl. And you know what's funny? Almost all of my readers are foreigners.
Russians bullied and harassed me, verbally humiliated me. Someone reposted my old posts with insults,and it all started... Anyway, now I don't care—I'm glad there isn't a single Russian here.
Now I write posts and translate them into English for you. And you know what? Maybe it's for the best. I feel calmer here.
And it's not like I want to lose you, right? Thank you for staying 💫
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Thinking about your baran & robby acting like bickering, divorced exes and if they perceived someone encroaching on their baby. Like a sudden locking in and open communication trying to figure out as much as they can. Bc yeah do I judge my kiddo for being into you, jus a bit, but at least your competent and I can trust you wit her care. That pervert creeping on you (innocent flirting and she didn’t even notice), get him banned. Meanwhile their sweet baby is a little lost and has no idea that her mommy and daddy are about to go to defcon 2.
HAHAHAH YES! like yea they bicker and play games to be your favourite but in their own twisted way they know and respect each other, especially with you :(
Maybe you're all at a cafe because you convinced them to have a little date all three of you (a lot of begging and whining and big puppy dog eyes were involved in making it happen). You're all sitting at a little table - most of the time is spent with you yapping and waving your hands around while Robby and Baran listen attentively. Eventually, a barista calls your name and you run off to the counter.
Robby and Baran take the opportunity to check their phones and throw slight digs at each other now that you're not around to pout when they do, but it all comes to a stop when Robby looks over to the counter and sees a man in a business suit talking to you. "What the fuck?"
Baran sighs, already annoyed at him, but when she clocks what he's looking at her lips purse.
"Little young for him, isn't she?" Robby is observing the situation over his glasses, phone screen gone dark from inactivity. "Could be his daughter, fuckin' creep."
Baran hums but doesn't point out that he looks about their age, perhaps even younger. It doesn't matter anyway, he wouldn't know how to take care of you like they do no matter how old he was.
They both watch as you laugh and the man tilts towards you, getting a nice view of your tits from his higher angle. Robby immediately regrets buying you that top.
"Should we step in?"
"Not yet," she says calmly, sipping her latte while her eyes stay locked on you.
You turn to them then, smile and wave happily while the man's gaze follows yours and his face drops. You exchange a couple more words and then you're back at the table, sliding two plates with three slices of baked goods on each one. "They didn't have any poppyseed bund cake left," your smile sincere, "but they gave me a slice of tres leches cake instead."
"Did they?"
Your head tilts at Robby's tone, "Yeah. Did you really want the bund cake? I can try making it at home if—"
"I don't care about the damn cake," he starts, already frustrated, but stops himself when your face falls. Robby rubs the back of his neck with one hand and reaches for you with the other. "Sorry, honey. Of course I care. Tres leches sounds delicious, thank you."
You giggle at the way he pronounces it, "don't thank me, you paid for it."
And he did, you have his card on your phone for a reason. He softens a little at that, chucking under your chin, "atta girl."
"Who was the man?" It's rare for Baran to be the one not letting things go. Her lips flatten when you look confused. "The one that was talking to you?"
"Oh! He thought he recognized me but I think he confused me with someone else." You start cutting each slice in three. "He liked my top, asked where I got it so I said my daddy bought it for me."
You look up then, your smile still innocent. "I told him he could ask you if he was interested, maybe he wanted it for his girlfriend?"
Robby has to adjust his pants. "Right."
"Okay," Baran slides her sunglasses on and reaches for her purse. "We'll take the cakes to go."
You pout, "but—"
Baran ignores you and looks at Robby over the rim of her glasses. "You take care of him, I'll get started with her?"
Robby grins and leans back on his seat, scratching at his beard. He almost feels a little bad for you. "Copy that, boss."
