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Past Her  ||  Kuroo

Kuroo’s friend group and you are attending a Christmas party. You get asked a hypothetical question: “ If you were given the chance, would you change the past? ”

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Cemburu dan Daya Saing

I've decided to write something in bm heh cuz improve bm yes :>

Di situlah saya nampak Aliace; Dia adalah semua saya harap menjadi- versi lebih menarik dari saya. Apabila perasan dia dalam pertandingan sama, bersaing antara satu sama lain, berasa jahatnya hatiku. Kebencian menghalang penglihatan saya, menghinakan apa-apa sayang antara kita.

Bagaimana saya dapat merasakan persaan terkutuk ini? Dia tidak melakukan sebarang keburukan kepada sesiapa. Semata-mata benci boleh bawa saya menentang yang tidak bersalah, secara khas; cemburu dan daya saing.

Berdua-dua emosi boleh dicakapkan tidak sihat. Namun, yang terakhir juga boleh disalurkan kepada sesuatu yang lebih positif- digunakan dengan baik; memperbaiki diri. Saya terlalu focus untuk menjadi yang terbagus dan tidak membuatnya tersebut. Tetapi sekarang akan berbeza, saya dapat tahu kesalahan saya dan kini sahaja dapat bersaing tanpa dendam.

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English class: short story

I had 15 minutes to write and this is what yielded:

It was in my teens when it happened. I was on my daily midnight stroll, letting my legs take me to wherever far from my home. My bubble of thinking popped when I heard a growl behind me. I had not realized my legs carried me to a vacant alleyway. It was wet, stank of vomit, and filled with dogs. There stood a pack in front of me. Fear struck me for I was alone, defenceless. Thus, I ran. I ran as fast as I could; every stride I took counted. What felt like hours later was when I had crashed into a fat man. He looked behind me and saw the dogs running full speed towards us. He widened his stance and spread his cheeks; a bomb was coming. He let out a ginormous fart. It sounded like a giant duck that quacked. All the dogs fainted and died. Lesson learned: don't walk alone at night.

(not real)

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I dont know apa ini but B) yes. Later in the day, my fren sent dis

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Interesting

a vent story: The struggles of Jilleord trying to make friends.

if there's a part 2, its cuz the pain has truly come

She had a proud smile plastered on her face, as she raised a laugh to everyone that surrounded her. Happiness radiated the tiny room. The atmosphere was lively and bright for the individuals that let their humourous personalities peek.

Jilleord sat from afar laughing along with them. She sat on the marble flooring whilst the rest was on the couch. The lady that delighted the people was her sister; Joel. Everyone took turns storytelling about their school days- each as interesting as the ones before. The moments of savages, rebellion and embarrassment shared gave joy, amusement, and a lot of table smashing.

When it came to Jilleord's turn, all eyes were on her waiting eagerly for a yield. "I don't remember having any wild stories during my prime days," she laughed with a tint of shame linked evidently. "Sorry guys." a mutter escaped her lips. Everyone assured her saying 'it's alrights' as she had her eyes fixed on her feet and continued along the circle. After that night, the friend group left with litres of alcohol in their systems and a lot of useful, blackmail-worthy information.

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It was no secret she was an introverted woman and even so, she managed to join a giant circle of friends. They- Jill and them- were not close; there never had been heart-to-heart talks, no display of vulnerabilities, and no sacrifices made for each other. She always felt like the black sheep in the herd. It took a while to realise, but she wanted to change that. She wanted to form stronger bonds with these people that are outing together every weekend.

And thus, she began doing so. It was difficult at first- it still is, till now. The bubble she had locked herself in since little had to burst. How does one make new friends (according to Jilleord)?

Step one: actually talking to them.

That wouldn't work out, so step 1B: leach onto other peoples' interaction and hope for the best.

At an opportunity, in particular, game night, where people are to partner up was the game plan. Jill was in luck; an infrequent member needed a plus one. His name was Entony Chen. That day, he wore an azure button-up paired with a blank tie, and along with it Batman-printed trousers. It was a great conversation starter.

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After Him

a Jamie x reader in last season(8) i think cuz jaime yes angst :>

a lil backstori for Y/N: - she is childhood friends with Jon and teenhood friends with Jamie.

Those once familiar green eyes were now voided- stripped of its vibrance and warmth. Y/N wondered if they still held even a scant of their initial nature. As she gazes at the blond for what felt like an eternity, it clicked. He was never the man who loved her, but a facade all the while.

"It's Cersei, isn't it? It always has been." She managed to spit out, sadness laced in her voice. Her head shook in disbelief when Jaime kept quiet; a heartless monster he must be. Thud, thud- streams of tears roll down her cheek, hitting the harsh concrete and she let out a defeated sigh. "Have you had love for me? Even for a moment?". " I-, I don't think so." He finally spoke whilst saddling his fastest horse.

The golden-handed man rode eagerly and hastily to his sister and yet he spared a glance at the castle where his fellow lied. There, Y/N sat with her arms around her shoulders, trembling uncontrollably. ' That bastard. That cunt.' she thought to herself. Her heart felt tight- as if palms were squeezing the life out of it. And pain devoured her.

After the physicalities died down and her bitterness along with it, despite his betrayal she inevitably worried for his safety. Chaos shalt erupt as of Cercie's rebellion and Daenerys' long gone patience. Y/N's impulses couldn't sit still no longer, and thus she climbed on the nearest horse, after Jaime.

King's Landing wreaked havoc. Coarse screams of men, women, and children were cacophonous to the ears. The smell of burnt flesh and ashes invaded the nose. Hell couldn't compare.

Y/N fell to her knees at the sight of the chaos and calamity. They simply lost all stability. Her heart raced, her face crimson, matching the flames, and slowly her vision was clouded by a blinding white. The uncomfortable heat seemed to fade into what felt like the warmth of a hug on a frigid night in Winterfell.

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Air. It forcefully filled my lungs. My eyelids burst open to see a silhouette in front of me. He had curly, jet-black hair,- Jon Snow. I felt his hands shaking my shoulders causing me to slowly regain consciousness. When his face wasn't as fuzzy and my pupils adjusted, I lifted myself from the ground propping my body weight on my forearm. My ears seemed to work afresh as the painful screams return. Jon's eyebrows relaxed slightly but when he saw that my eyes landed on the Red Keep, he could tell. He could tell what I was en route to. I looked over at him and saw he had reached out his hand, just waiting for me to grab it.

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It felt like the end of the world. What was the worth of Y/N going after Jaime? The fate of King's Landing was reaching its demise. Everything is bound to obliviation. Still and all, her legs would not halt- they couldn't. She craved to be with Jaime. The memories of them together were far too valuable; even though they weren't all happy.

It was when she caught a glimpse of the golden limb, was all she could know. Jaime was on his back with Euron Greyjoy towering over him, nothing to defend himself with. "Ironic how this was how I fucked the Queen. And oh, she likes it from the behind. But you already know that". The mocking comment made his boiling anger implode giving him the little left of strength he had. He reached for his sword and plunged it deep into his ribs, the end of the sword peeking through his other side.

From afar, Y/N could see the life slipping away from the Greyjoy's body. The slow ebb of his soul. Jaime closed his eyes in relief and carefully got up- pain from his injuries surging-, a hand on his stab wound. From Y/N's left, sounded the creak of a bow. A man in Wildling fur aiming an arrow at Jaime. Thoughtlessly, she tackled the man pinning him to the ground. She struggled to keep her hand on his neck whilst he thrashed around like a wild animal, reaching for the miniature dagger on her belt.

She felt the handle and all she needed to do was end him. The dagger dived into the heart. Y/N looked down to see the blood seeping from her cream garment and oddly she felt no misery; no pain, no discomfort, nothing. Jaime watched in horror as her body fell limp and dropped to the side of the primitive man. " Y/N-" he muttered inwardly, his breath shaky.

Maybe it was instinct that drove him to kill the man for it was on battlegrounds. ' I did it to protect myself. He was going to kill me!' was what Jaime had in mind, protesting it as self-defence. Or maybe he loved her, truly loved her, and denial killed her. Would've been not for his mistake, Y/N may still be with him grinning from ear to ear at his witty remarks. But it was too late to realize what he had done oh so wrongly. The knife was already deeply lodged in her heart.