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tyonfs · 3 years ago

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hi<3 i love your fics they are super good! i wanted to ask something hehe . could you (if you want to ofc!!) make a fic about mark? i mean like you are enemies with him but eventually u fall in love with him and the u guys dating but its almost full of angst then fluff and smut? its ok if you dont want to! i just wanted to ask this<3

author’s note: hello anon !! i’m sorry for getting to this so late 🏃‍♂️ but omg i hope you enjoy this little bullet fic tho! AND TYSM i’m so glad you like my fics 🥺💞

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

summary: competing with the bane of your existence, mark lee, for a letter of recommendation from the dean was bad enough. on top of that, he was now the manager at your new job.

genres: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, smut, crack, slight angst, coffee shop au, college au

warnings: profanity, sexual tension!! bc what’s e2l without sexual tension, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!), hate sex, making out

finding out the dean only wrote a letter of recommendation for one student every year was probably the third worst news you could have received today

the first being the realization that the dean had to pick between you and mark lee

the second being that you were against mark lee

mark lee: the captain of the ice hockey team, the student body president, and the top student in the english department

he was also a smidge too attractive for his own good which made you want to pull your hair out

hot people with shit personalities should be a federal crime

but your gripe with him right now was that damn letter of recommendation

how Canadian Shakespeare was all buddy-buddy with the dean was beyond your understanding

maybe it had to do with the fact that he was the student body president and a perfect all-rounder student but you were appalled when you walked into her office to see her laughing at something mark said

this was just unfair; she didn’t laugh at your jokes

mark wasn’t even funny! he was just a kiss-up and you were infuriated

“take a seat, y/n,” she said, wiping at the corners of her eyes. “mark was just telling me the most hilarious little tid-bit about edgar allen poe.”

ah, yes. edgar allen poe. what a riot.

mark smiled at you as you took a seat next to him, but you saw past his fake smile

“hey, y/n,” he greeted cheerily

you returned the stiff smile. “hey, mr. president.”

douchebag, you thought bitterly. who was he to say hi to you? clearly he’s working against you. this is his evil plot to watch your downfall.

“so, as you two know,” the dean interrupted your delusional thought process, “i only can give one student a recommendation and you two are my top candidates.”

you were practically on the edge of your seat, hanging onto every word the dean was saying

“so i came up with the perfect solution to decide,” she said. “write me a short paper by the end of next week on why i should pick you, attach your resumé, and then i’ll decide.”

you and mark turned to each other, exchanging a look

this was war

“end of next week? you got it,” you replied, fired up

you were confident you would get it

plus, you could add your new job at the coffee shop to your resumé—the timing was perfect

when you and mark left the room, it was like a switch flipped in him

“good luck getting the recommendation,” he said, raising his brows at you. “you’re gonna need it.”

“oh, please.” you scoffed. “save the attitude for when i get it. now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m gonna go to my first shift. have fun with your hockey pucks!”

you stormed off, enraged

you were not taking shit from a dude named after someone from the old testament

okay, so maybe the world hated you

“what are you doing here?” you sneered

it was very clear what mark was doing here, actually

above his name on his name tag read manager, and you’ve never wanted to die more

“i’m here for work,” mark replied with a smirk. “excited for your first day, y/n?”

“not anymore.”

“come on, don’t be like that,” mark cooed. “sora here is gonna show you the ropes.”

the perky girl mark gestured to was enough to slap you out of your brooding nature and manage a smile for her

she looked you up and down and grinned. “let’s get you an apron.”

you sighed as she disappeared into the back room

mark leaned close until his lips met your ear before he turned to leave

your stomach twisted from what you thought was hatred, but it felt odd

he whispered, “by the way, don’t think i’m going easy on you today.”

you groaned when mark walked off

your day couldn’t get any worse

newsflash: your day got worse

who knew making a coffee could be so complex? what the hell was steamed? did people enjoy making their orders longer than the declaration of independence?

mark sighed heavily when he saw you struggling with the whipped cream

“let me show you how it’s done,” he offered

instead of demonstrating like a normal person, mark walked up behind you so that you were caged against the counter, and he placed his hand over yours

this isn’t weird, you tried to convince yourself even though it was very, very weird

“gentle,” he murmured in your ear, pressing against the nozzle to create the perfect dollop of whipped cream over the drink. “got it?”

your heart was going crazy. screw mark lee

“mmhm,” you hummed, not trusting yourself to speak coherent words

you had to remind yourself that this was your mortal enemy, and he was clearly playing mind games with you right now

“so what’s going on between you and our manager?” sora asked once mark had gone to work the register. “i could feel the sexual tension all the way from the blenders.”

“nothing at all,” you replied coolly. “we hate each other’s guts. he’s just trying to break me down, but i won’t back down.”

“that’s a bit dramatic. i think he just wants to fuck you.”

you choked on air, backing away from the drinks. “no way in hell.”

sora laughed. “i’m just saying,” she said, “he doesn’t do things like that to the other girls.”

“trust me,” you replied. “we hate each other. whatever that was is just him trying to get into my head and mess with me.”

sora shrugged. “if you say so.”

you honestly weren’t quite so sure yourself, but if this was just mark’s plan to throw you off your game, you weren’t going to fall for it

and if this was how he wanted to play, you had a few tricks up your sleeve as well

“i thought you said you weren’t coming to the party,” renjun said as he watched you apply lipstick. “what changed your mind?”

renjun and jaemin were currently sitting in the middle of your room while you were putting on your makeup to go to a party with them

it wasn’t everyday you dressed up this good, but tonight you were ready to kill

but nothing too severe because you still wanted that letter of recommendation

“mark lee,” you replied, eyes practically burning holes in your mirror with how intense your gaze was

“i thought you hated him,” renjun said. “now you want to go to a party for him?”

“exactly, renjun. he thinks he can mess with me so i’m going to fight back.”

“sounds concerning, but you look great, y/n,” jaemin replied, giving you a thumbs-up

you beamed, turning around and placed your hand on your chest in gratitude. “why, thank you, jaemin.”

“but, y/n, what makes you think mark’s trying to mess with you?” jaemin inquired

you raised a brow at him. “you two are his best friends. you know better than anyone that we hate each other.”

“right.” renjun snickered. “and that’s why you’re wearing that low-cut dress?”

“i plan to make my revenge sweet, huang renjun.”

“oh god, they’re gonna fuck,” jaemin muttered

“we’re not gonna fuck, jaemin!”

jaemin and renjun were under the impression that your target was mark

and he was, but you weren’t going to get to him directly

your plan was to get to him by other means: his friends

there was nothing mark hated more than his friends getting along with his foe

he already had to deal with sharing jaemin and renjun with you, so you figured his breaking point would be if you got closer to jeno or hyuck

but you didn’t even get to carry out your evil plan because mark walked over to you himself

well, that was easy, you thought

his eyes were on your dress, examining the way the material hugged your body

you’d be lying if you didn’t say you were a little intimidated. being under his gaze was a little nerve-wracking

“you’re up to no good,” he observed

you batted your eyes innocently. “what makes you say that?”

“you look stunning.”

that would usually be a compliment but mark made it seem like you needed to be behind caution tape

“thanks? i guess.” you scoffed. “i just dressed up more than usual today.”

“yeah, okay,” mark drawled and looked back over his shoulder, which you assumed was him checking to see if his friends were around. “can i get you a drink?”

hook, line, and sinker

“i’m not drinking tonight, but we can dance,” you offered, slipping your hand into his

mark raised a brow at the physical contact but pulled you over so that you both were closer to the mosh pit

mark didn’t let go like you did; his eyes were serious and studying you like he was trying to calculate your every movement

his lips brushed against the shell of your ear when he leaned in. “i have a feeling you’re up to something, y/n.”

“oh yeah?” you taunted. “like what?”

“i can’t tell if this is about the letter of recommendation,” mark said, “or if you’ve already noticed how badly i want to fuck you.”

maybe it was a good thing you didn’t go get drinks with mark

because you surely would have spit it out all over him

“you want to—what?” you asked, cheeks heating up when your voice started to fail you. “did i hear that right?”

no way. there was no way in hell mark lee thought about you in that way. not after the constant bickering and teasing and—

wait

yeah, no, that just sounds like sexual tension, y/n, you realized

maybe you were stupid for intentionally ignoring all the signs, but that didn’t change much because the guy still pissed you off

even though the feeling of his lips against your skin was absolutely sinful

and the way his thighs looked in those jeans made your head a mess

and his hands on your waist left his touch lingering and left you wavering

the moment was ruined, though, because someone had to bump into you and spill their drink all over your perfect dress

“i’m so sorry!” the person apologized profusely

“it’s fine,” you replied

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t frustrated. how were you going to mess with mark’s head when you looked like this now? plus, you were sticky and felt gross

mark tutted. “look at you.”

something about his tone, about the way he was looking at you, made your stomach flip

mark grabbed your arm and continued, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

you could only follow after him as mark pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door behind him once you were in

“okay, now—fuck,” mark hissed and averted his gaze when you started peeling off your stained dress. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“isn’t that what i’m here for? to clean this?” you asked with a scoff

mark grumbled something incomprehensible and simply manned the door

“you don’t have to keep looking away,” you added with a smirk

“you’ll be in danger if i look at you right now.”

your breath got caught in your throat at his words, but you huffed and continued, “mark, why the fuck do you think i even wore this dress?”

a muscle in his neck flexed and his eyes darkened. it was all so incredibly attractive to you so you didn’t mind when he locked the door and made his way over to you, taking in the way you looked in lingerie

“you’ve been messing with my head these past few days,” he growled. “showing up to work and then dressing like this.”

mark snapped the strap of your bra and traced the fabric down, running his finger over your nipple

you shivered, even more so when he pressed the lower half of his body up against you and placed his large hands on your hips

“you’re one to talk. do you know how i felt when i found out you were the person i was up against for that damn—” you were cut off, gasping as you felt mark’s hand slip into your underwear and slide two fingers against your slit. “h-hey! that’s not fair!”

“you’re wet,” he observed, “and you talk too much.”

“fuck you.”

“it’ll be my pleasure,” mark murmured before he leaned in, kissing you with a vigor you had never seen in him before

you were caught off guard but before you knew it, you were wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to pull him impossibly closer

mark was a good kisser, and it didn’t help that he knew all the right things to do that got you turned on

he held the back of your neck, tilting your head up so he could reach you better, and his fingers wouldn’t leave your slit alone

when his thumb moved to rub small circles against your clit, though, you had to pull back for air, whimpering at his touch

mark smirked and took this as his opportunity to kiss down to your neck

“i should’ve done this a long time ago,” he whispered against your skin before planting kisses along the column of your neck

mark’s hands moved to the back of your thighs and picked you up so you were sitting on the counter

“just fuck me already,” you groaned out, running your hands through his hair

“beg for it.”

“you’re such a prick.”

“i can stop.”

you whined and gripped his shoulder. “please, mark,” you begged, heat rushing to your cheeks at what he was making you do. “please, please, please fuck me.”

mark’s lips curved into a smirk. “that’s more like it.”

before you knew it, mark was ripping off your panties and unbuckling his belt

he must’ve noticed your shocked look when you saw how big he was because he grinned, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you in for a deeper kiss

you were so dazed from the taste of his lips, but snapped out of it immediately when you felt him push himself into you

“mark!” you gasped out, breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath once again

“f-fuck, you’re so tight,” mark moaned out, waiting for you to get adjusted and groaning whenever you clenched around him

when you got adjusted to his size, you met his eyes and mark immediately understood

he held your hips tightly and started thrusting, his merciless pace making you moan uncontrollably

“i fucking hate you,” you whined. “stop making me feel so good.”

mark moved one hand to clamp over your mouth. “quiet, kitten. we don’t want people hearing us, do we?”

you nodded, tears springing to your eyes and running down your cheeks as he hit that perfect spot every single time

your moans were muffled by mark’s hand but he got aroused each time regardless

his hand on your hip crept to press his thumb against your clit again, aiding his thrusts by stimulating you more

“c-close,” you whimpered out against his hand, and mark removed his hand just to hold your hips steady so he could go faster. “fuck.”

“you gonna cum for me?” mark cooed, leaning close to nip at your neck. “come on, y/n.”

you were at your limit

your climax washed over you and you came, crying out into mark’s shoulder as you were hit with intense waves of pleasure

mark was at his limit shortly after, groaning and pulling out so he could cum over your thigh

the both of you took a second to process what you had just done, and mark simply stared at you as his ragged breaths turned shallow

“you asshole,” you started, “we came here to clean me up and you made an even bigger mess.”

mark grabbed the dress you had strewn aside to slip over you again. “round two in the shower then?”

“this shower?” you asked, nose scrunching up in disgust

“my shower,” mark said. “let’s go to my place.”

you wanted to outright refuse him, but the sex was so good that you complied

mark’s driving was a bit concerning with most of his attention on you, but the both of you managed to make it to his apartment in one piece

he was ignoring his texts from his friends and you were ignoring yours, but you had no time to feel guilty because mark’s lips were on yours again

and round two was even better

now you found yourself in a dilemma

hooking up with mark once was fine and all

you both had your fun and sure, you didn’t follow through with your initial plan, but the sex was good

the problem was that it was too good

too good as in you hooked up with mark for six days in a row after that party

and you were currently making out with him in the back room of the coffee shop

too good as in you were starting to soften up to him

like he had gotten you both takeout the previous night

and you kissed him to say thank you

literally who does that?

and later he sent you a picture of his dog because he thought you’d like a picture of his dog

and fuck you, mark lee, you really did like the picture of his dog

you liked it so much that you added a heart reaction

and the night before that, he asked, “are you pissed off with me because we didn’t cuddle?”

he wanted to cuddle? he knew you wanted to cuddle? you wanted to cuddle?

you wanted to cuddle mark lee?

you also had to explain your whereabouts to renjun and jaemin

your friends were hellbent on finding out if you got together with mark or not, but you and mark had to keep your hookup under wraps

but that unfortunately didn’t stop you from accidentally blurting out that sex with mark was really good

but, to be fair, you were drunk so it wasn’t really your fault

plus, mark forgave you after you kissed him

this was a syndrome called Down Bad and you were not happy with it

what was this? rivals with benefits? acquaintances with benefits and downsides?

whatever it was, you were not happy

and you ended up pushing mark off of you

“what’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned at how you withdrew

“what are we doing?”

mark straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “uh, making out?”

“no, like, are we just having fun until we go back to hating each other or what?” you asked. “because if you’re stringing me along, i don’t want to be part of it.”

“stringing you along? how am i stringing you along?”

“i don’t know, maybe you’re trying to get in my head because of that letter—”

mark cut you off with a frustrated sigh. “why is everything about that damn letter of recommendation?”

anger bubbled in your stomach. “how can it not be? that recommendation determines if i can apply to my dream grad school.”

“and you think it doesn’t make a difference to me?” mark asked. “why would i fool around with you right now when i could be writing my paper right now?”

“i don’t know!” you exclaimed. “i don’t know what you want from me. you already have the upper hand.”

mark put his hands over his face and groaned. “god, you really think i just want to play with your feelings and drop you? you know better than anyone else that i take what i deserve and leave behind what i don’t deserve.”

“what?”

“forget it,” mark grumbled. he backed up and made his way to the door, adding, “you’re working register.”

screw mark lee

screw mark lee for being against you for that damn letter of recommendation

screw mark lee for leaving you like this

and more importantly, screw mark lee for making you cry right now because you cared about him more than a stupid letter

you did a lot of thinking that night

well, you had to, because your letter was due the next day

but you thought a lot about mark said about deserving things

and frankly, you didn’t deserve this letter

you tried to cheat your way into knocking out your competition

even though that completely failed and you ended up catching feelings

but that was besides the point

you did a lot of thinking

and you weren’t sure if you came to the right conclusion, but it felt like the right thing to do

so you sat down and you started writing

it had been a week since you submitted your paper

you hadn’t spoken properly to mark since your argument at the coffee shop

sora had asked if there was something up and you ended up telling her everything

she assured you that he’d come back once he was done blowing off steam, but now you had to walk into your meeting with him and the dean

and you were nervous as hell

she was going to announce her decision and you had a feeling you knew who was going to get it

it was bad enough you had to sit through a meeting with mark during that, but did you really have to run into him outside her room?

“hey,” he greeted awkwardly

you froze for a second but greeted back, “hey.”

“hey,” the dean spoke from behind the both of you, a brow raised at how distant you two sounded

you balked and she walked past the both of you. “come inside.”

you and mark exchanged a wary glance before walking inside and sitting in the two seats in front of her desk

she grabbed two letters on her desk and handed one to each of you

“congratulations,” she said with a smile. “two letters of recommendation for the both of you.”

“what?” you and mark exclaimed, taking ahold of your respective letters in disbelief

“i’ve never had two students write papers on the other student, but i was impressed so i decided to give you both a recommendation this year,” she said

you turned to mark in shock. “you wrote your paper about me?”

mark was equally as shocked. “you wrote yours on me?”

“i had a feeling you didn’t plan to bring up each other’s achievements,” the dean said. “that’s all i have for you two, so again, good job.”

you thanked the dean before saying your goodbyes, but mark writing about you was still bugging you

“i told you i didn’t think i deserved it,” mark said once you two walked out of the dean’s office

“i didn’t know—god, i feel like such a bitch right now.”

mark smiled. “well, you kinda redeemed yourself back there. i didn’t see that coming.”

for the first time, you could confidently say mark lee’s smile made your heart swell

“hey,” mark started, a touch nervous, “do you maybe wanna grab dinner sometime? and go see a movie or something?”

“is that a date?” you asked

“it could be.”

“mark,” you warned

“okay, it is!” he admitted, smile widening. “go on a date with me, y/n.”

you broke into a smile, too. “well, how could i say no to mark lee?”

mark laughed and swooped in to peck your lips

you could practically feel the happiness radiating from him

“this calls for a quickie in the bathroom,” mark said

“absolutely not.”

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spiderling-space · 4 years ago

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Cater is so underrated! Could you do a yandere Cater fic where a fem!MC is already dating him and they’re having an intimate moment (kissing) when she decides to break up with him and he keeps trying to get her to stay (he’s desperate). He wasn’t a yandere until she decided to leave. I hope this is an okay request! Slight nsfw if you’re willing!

I don't know why but writing Cater as yandere was way harder than Kalim.

Achievement unlocked: You made your boyfriend go yandere

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Warning: Yandere behaviour, toxic relationship

You can do this, (Y/N)! (Y/N) was giving herself confidence-boosting phrases as she firmly made her way to Cater, her boyfriend, well, soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. He was taking selfies when she arrived at his side. He greeted her with a kiss on the lips after he was done with selfies. She couldn't find it in her heart to return the kiss. To get out of the situation and get his attention, she gingerly patted his shoulder. Lady luck must have been on her side as he withdrew the next second.

"No kissy today?" Cater asked with a cheerful attitude. He didn't even wait for her response before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pressing their cheeks together, and making a peace sign with his hand. "Say cheese!" She force smiled at the camera instinctively as she grew accustomed to Cater's sudden selfie moments. He took a few selfies and retreated his arm to select the best one in his standards.

"Cater, we need to talk."

"Hmm hmm," Her request, once again, fell into deaf ears as he didn't even acknowledge it. "Just a moment babe, I'm posting our picture #CutestCouple #Sweethearts #CantGetEnoughOfEachOther #Ca(Y/N) #(Y/N)ter"

Oh shit!

(Y/N) launched at his phone before he could post it, being grateful that he was "You need to listen to me before you post it." Only interrupting him posting on Magicam would get his attention since it was all he cared about. “I don’t think this,” she motioned herself and Cater, “... is working out.”

“Huh? What are you saying?” He looked confused, looking at her intently while he was reaching to get his phone back.

“I asked you to meet because I want to break up. It would be better to do it in person." She felt relief wash over her after she told him what she was holding back for the last 2 weeks. "I just ca-"

"That is not cute, totally not Magigrammable." (Y/N) assumed he didn't process what she had told yet considering he was standing in front of her with a blank expression.

"You are amazing and I had such a great time with you. I thought I would be fine with you posting every moment we have on Magicam but I am not." It is better to be straightforward than to beat around the bush. He is going to understand me, I'm sure of it.

"I want people to see how cute we look, (Y/N). Why wouldn't you like it?" He was trying to bargain with her, completely ignoring what she had just said.

"You are too focused on being cute and showing it off to everyone and expecting validation for it but you don't live the moment from my point of view. It is not something I can handle. It just encumbers me." (Y/N) put her hands on his biceps gently, making eye contact so he would see her genuineness. She didn't want to hurt his feelings but the reality was better than living a lie. "I can't expect you to change or force to be different than you already are. It is best if we part ways as a friend. I'm sure there is someone out there who would love every side of you." She let her arms fall to her sides, slightly patting on her thighs as she awaited his response. He was far too silent than usual. She just hoped he accepted her reasoning as a mature person would and now was pondering a way to react.

"That's not going to work." Thank goodness, he understood! "My followers adore our pictures together. They get the most likes! We can't break up!" Damn it, I spoke too soon. (Y/N) was about to reason with him but he suddenly grabbed her arm. "You can't break up with me!" She had never seen his eyes blazing with anger, and it was a sight she ought to not see.

(Y/N) was wriggling to be free of his grip but he was squeezing her arm more and more as she continued her struggle. "You are hurting me!" She grabbed his hand on her, digging her nails on his skin so that he would let her go out of pain.

"I'm hurting you?" Cater ignored her plea as if it meant nothing to him. "You are the one who is hurting me! Are you trying to make me lose followers? Do you want people to dislike me? Is that your goal?"

She stopped her strife momentarily, too shocked to hear what he had said. "Wh-what... What does that have anything to do with how I feel about our relationship?!" He was being too self-centered at the moment, only caring about how he felt. "Listen, I want to remain as friends. We can take occasional pictures together that you can post on Magicam but I gotta go my own way, Cater." She wanted to bite his hand and kick him in the sack but she wagered it would be worse if she pushed forward so she decided to take a passive approach.

"Is that your way of pitying me? You are just like my sisters. So cruel, thinking yourself better than me, taking the best thing from me, and expecting me to be content with the scraps." He let her go abruptly, making her lose her balance and fall on her butt. "But you aren't a cruel person, are you?" He knelt on her level, lifting her head from her chin with his hand. "We aren't going to break up. That is just a silly joke you made."

Was he always delusional? (Y/N) tried to sing his tune but it didn't work. She hastily swatted his hand away. "I thought he would stay as friends but clearly you are too deranged for it!"

When she tried to get up, Cater pushed her back. "I believe you would prefer to continue dating me." He was too calm as he uttered those words while twirling the end of his hair strand with a snide smile on his face.

What the fuck is he on? He better gives me the number of his dealer! "Were you not listening to me?!" The more this drew out the more she got irritated. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He just smiled at her remark. "I suppose plenty of things but now isn't the time for me. It is the time for you." He unlocked his phone and scrolled through something. He chuckled when she assumed he found what he was looking for. "You would prefer to date me than seeing what I have to be shared on Magicam and for everyone to talk about it." He had a chesire smile as he closed his eyes and waited for her response.

The gears turned on her mind as she understood what he was talking about. She couldn't help but laugh, it was such a weak threat for her to continue dating him. "If you think I'll still be with you because you would share my nudes and you're in for a ride. The moment you share them or are involved in their distribution, my lawyer will call you." She was certain that he would cut the crap now.

Instead of him falling out of his act, he let out a burst of loud laughter. He then turned to face her once more, bopping her nose. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I put myself at that type of risk? It would ruin my life more than yours." He chuckled, giving her the most devilish look. "I know what you did last summer."

Huh?

(Y/N)'s heart started to pound in her chest. She was panicking, her breathing was getting hitched but she kept quiet this long and she wasn't going to quit the act now. "Nothing besides having fun." Her voice cracked as she spoke, her nerves getting to her.

"I bet you did. Especially with your high school friends. Did all of you agree to never speak of what happened last summer?" He was calm as if he was talking about weather instead of her secret.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She was convinced that he would drop the topic if she persisted to deny it.

"Oh?" He feigned surprise before turning his phone towards her so that she could see what was on the screen. Her breathing stopped and her eyes widened the second her eyes laid upon what was on Cater's phone. How did he learn about that? How did he get that video?

(Y/N) gulped, trying to collect any courage left. "H-h-h-how?" Her mind was racing, trying to find an escape from the situation but failing amazingly.

Cater just shrugged his shoulders, acting as if this was a regular thing for him. "I know a lot of things about everyone. Perks of knowing many people and having a broad network, I say. I have everything to know everything about my girlfriend, don't you think?" He didn't expect her to answer. Even if he did, what could she say? She just remained silent and she tried to process everything that happened in the last 10 minutes. He seated beside her on the grass. He took her right arm and put it around his shoulders. Her arms were limp, not having enough energy to fight back. He inched even closer and wrapped his left arm around her waist. They must have looked like a loving couple from outside while in actuality, one of them was a psycho who just threatened his girlfriend into dating him and the other one was a murderer who kept quiet even though it was just an accident.

Cater looked at her, stroking her face as a lover would. "Now be a good girl and wipe that terrified expression off your face. That's not Magigrammable unless it is Halloween time." He closed the video and opened the camera on his phone, holding it up for another selfie. "Smile for the camera." (Y/N) couldn't even bring herself to fake-smile. She was just looking at his phone with a blank expression. Cater must have seen it too since he pouted after looking at the pictures he took but he didn't fret about it, instead, he moved forward. "Now kiss me. Lovers kissing always gets more attention." (Y/N) turned towards him and leaned to kiss him as he took pictures. After he ended the kiss, he simply turned his attention to his phone. "This is going to get so many likes, (Y/N). See what happens when you stay with me?"

She only nodded in response, not wanting to talk. As Cater was adding tags to their picture, (Y/N) was left alone with her thoughts.

I deserve this. I shouldn't have agreed to stay silent last summer. Now not only I have to live with its guilt but also have to obey everything Cater says if I want to live free. But will I be truly free with Cater?

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If someone is threatening you to share your intimate photos, don't bend to their will. You can take legal action which can result in you receiving indemnity from intangible damage caused by them and they can get jail time for the distribution of sensitive personal data (I am unsure of the actual term in English). Just know your rights and don't stay silent.

I love "I know what you did last summer". It is one of my favorite horror movies of all time. I highly suggest it.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #heartslabyul #yandere cater diamond #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twisted wonderland yandere #twst yandere #yandere #ficlet #female reader

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Under Fire - Pt 3

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 6K Rating: M Genre: Gang AU, Drama Warnings: Violence Pairings : Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader. Pairings (in this chapter): Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Hobi x Reader.

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS.

Chapter 3 - Collateral Damage

POV (Y/N)

Namjoon is followed in by two others, one who you vaguely remember from the manor, and another you have yet to meet. But, after hearing you shout Namjoon’s name in anger, they both make a u-turn heading back to the door.

“V, Jimin, you don’t have to leave,” pleads Namjoon.

“I think it would be better if we did Namjoon, this conversation sounds too arduous for my taste.” The member called V places an odd emphasis on Namjoon’s name. “Jin let us know when she is finished with him, I would like to introduce myself properly.

Jin nods looking very intently at my shoulder, probably uncomfortable by the fact that he has to stay by default.

You shake your head in disbelief, “How... how is this possible? I checked the database the day you introduced yourself. You have no record! Are you telling me that my father intentionally sent a lone gang member to my apartment, without so much as a warning?

Jin speaks up without even raising his head, “He actually sent the gang leader.” Namjoon glares at him, Jin continues to stitch the wound, ignoring Namjoon.

“Why? Why would he send you? My father has more than enough money to hire a whole security team.”

“People are easily bought, loyalty is not. I was glad Park trusted me enough to protect you, to keep you hidden. I felt sorry for your situation. After the attack I was worried to leave you alone. I tried to convey to Park what you revealed to me...”

You cut him off, “Oh god, I told you that I was lonely, I told you that I was scared, and then you ki...” Your hands went to you face and you groan unable to finish the sentence it’s so embarrassing. If the kiss had been based on attraction, like you originally hoped, it would have been fine, but no, you had unknowingly taken comfort in his pity. Jin thinking that you can’t see him, looks over at Namjoon mouthing the words, what did you do?

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made contact your father advised against it.”

“Did he?” You whisper, you can't decide if you are more upset about the kiss or your father’s determination to keep you in the dark. The room falls quiet. Jin takes this time to finish stitching the wound together. You close your eyes focusing on the pain.

“Your father and I... we were very close, I could tell that you meant the world to him.” Namjoon murmurs.

Your eyes flash open again to pierce him with your gaze as you scoff, “You just contradicted yourself. Either my father didn’t care about you and your line of work, or he didn’t trust me enough to handle the truth. I am beginning to think the latter.”

“He wanted to keep you safe.” He defends, his voice rising with mine.

I sat up making the move to stand, Jin trying to hold me in place. “Bullshit! How did he think that this was going to end? Did he think that he was just going to pass on peacefully with no pending vendettas against him, did he think I wouldn’t find out? If he really cared about my safety he would have told me, he could have trained me. If I had been prepared he might not be dead right now,” You lash out with tears.

“(Y/N), I need you to calm down. RM maybe you should leave.” Jin urges.

Instead he comes closer and helps Jin lay you back down on the table. He looks you straight in the eye, “Seven against one are odds that even someone with training can’t beat. This was not your fault. He never want you to face any of this, he didn’t tell you so that you could live your life without fear.”

Your anger continues to grow, “Do you know why I hacked into the criminal documents at the police department?”

He shakes his head.

“I was constantly surrounded by anomalies, people who knew my name before I told them, people who didn’t seem to have a past, people who threw around their money that they earned doing “freelance work.” I went to the police to tell them that I felt like I was being followed, but to them I was just a paranoid and delusional girl. I did my own research. They all had records drug dealing, assault, ect. I would try to distance myself but then along would come someone else. I was inexplicably happy the day you arrived in my store. Your actions proved to me that I wasn’t crazy. There had to be some other driving force luring these people to me, something more than my family name, if someone else knew that I need protection. I was never safe, just uninformed and afraid.”

Namjoon doesn’t respond.

You look over at Jin who has finished stitching. He stammers realizing that he is staring, “How does it feel? I have to disinfect it one last time. Brace yourself, it’s going to hurt.” Namjoon looks like he is going to reach out for your hand, but you pull it away. The pain is so excruciating you grip the table instead, knuckles turning white.

You could feel Jin’s warm hands through the bandage as he presses it to your shoulder. “I need you to stay in this room for a day or two so we can monitor your vitals. I had to give you a blood transfusion, and I want to observe how you respond to the medication. I’ll go fetch you some fresh clothes. Namjoon could you move her over to the bed?” He nods as Jin leaves the room. Sitting you up and lifting you in his arms he’s careful not to touch your skin. He rests you down so that you are sitting on the sheets. Crouching before you he takes you hands in his.

He pulls something out of his pocket and places it in your clasped hand, it’s your father’s ring, your families ring. You know his intention in giving it is to comfort you, but feels like just another slap in the face. Your anger dissolves into sadness, tears finally streaming down your face. He hesitates before reaching up and wiping one away with his thumb. You feel bad for taking out your anger on Namjoon, it wasn’t his fault that your father had wanted to keep this hidden.

Jin returns. “RM I leave you for one moment and here you are driving my patient to tears, OUT!”

Namjoon protests.

“Unless (Y/N) doesn’t mind you staying here while she changes?” Jin askes.

He turns bright red, dropping your hand he apologizes, and leaves without another word.

“Works every time.” Jin smiles and laughs to himself, “Put him in an awkward situation and he freezes right up. I hope these fit we don’t have to many clothes that’ll suite you. We never thought we would need to keep a stock of women’s clothes in our safehouse.” In addition to the clothes he also brought a basin of warm water and a few towels. “I’ll just be cleaning up my instruments if you need help.” He drew a curtain to give me some privacy.

The sweat pants weren’t a problem, the shirt on the on the other hand. “Jin?”

“Yes?”

“I might need another pair of hands.”

The shirt is stuck to you, dried blood gluing it to your skin, a difficult task even if both your arms were working. “I think we’ll have to cut it off.” He looks a little uncomfortable but proceeds anyway.

“It’s a good thing you don’t freeze up during awkward situations too.”

He smiles, “I can’t afford to, someone has to be the mature one of the group.”

You hold a sheet to your chest as he cuts the last of the shirt off. You unhooked your bra at the same time and slip it off. “Let me wash your back for you, you’re not going to be able to reach all the blood,” Jin offers.

“Thank you I’ll be honest I didn’t expect...”

“Gang members to act this way? Not all do obviously. I don’t have the typical upbringing that most gang members have had. I was part of a political family, always in the spotlight, I have tried to hold on to the manners and social graces passed down to me.”

You had often interacted with other political families as a child. The memory of a childhood crush comes to the forefront of your mind, one that you hadn’t thought about it years. You understand why Jin looks so familiar now. You turn around to face him, a bloody cloth resides in his hand, a confused expression appears on his face. Looking into his eyes, you question his name, “Seokjin?”

His smile is so great that it crinkles his eyes, “I thought that you would never recognize this handsome face.” An air of laughter in his voice.

You smile back reaching slowly up to his face. “How long has it been?”

He cups your hand to his cheek, “18 years, not since the funeral...”

When your mom died..when you moved to the countryside to be with her sister, that was when your whole life changed. You can’t help but regret your father’s decision to ship you off now.

While you are lost in your thoughts, he abruptly pulls your hand away. Clearing his throat he changes his tone back to that of an acquaintance, becoming uncomfortably professional. “If you could please call me Jin... I have left that other name behind. It would probably be best to call Namjoon RM as well, some of the guys get uneasy when we use real names.”

“Of course Jin but why are you here now. What happened?”

“I’ll have to save that story for another time.” He pulls out a zip up sweater and tries stretching out your weak arm slowly pulling the sleeve up the length of it. After pulling your other arm through he comes around and front and zips it up. You pull the sheet out from underneath.

“I never thought that I would see you again. Thank you Jin for everything.” He beams at you but you can’t help but feel that he is hiding more than he lets on.

“I’m going to give you some painkillers, and take first watch. Jimin will be in later while I get some rest. If you need to reach me, please use that button.” He points to a remote on the bedside table. He settles into the chair beside your bed. After plugging in your IV he holds you hand until you fall asleep... just like he used to.

POV Jin

You fall asleep quicker than I anticipate. I run my hands through my hair. I still can’t believe that you remember me, I’m not sure if I should be happy that you can recall my name after 18 years apart, or upset that you know me from my previous life. You are the only good period in a past that I want to forget so much. While you sleep I sit in the chair next to you, my head resting in my hands, while I monitor your vitals.

RM returns an hour later. I let a sigh escapes me, now it is my turn to fess up. I look at RM through my fingers, elbows’ still on my knees to support my heavy head.

“I knew Park had a daughter.”

“I figured as much.”

“How?..”

“When I let then news drop you were the only one who stayed quiet, you Jin, you have an opinion on everything.”

I chuckle. “We used to play together as kids in my other life. Our fathers were close before... well, you know... They were more than friends, more than colleagues, they were like brothers. After the incident she moved away and I haven’t seen her since. Almost 20 years later she still remembers me. Park told me not to say anything, he said that it was for the best. I question it now though, was he right to make that decision? It seems like she has dealt with more hardships than we were aware of.”

RM looks over at you.

“She’s out cold there was a light sedative with her pain medication, she won’t wake for at least a few hours.” I inform him.

RM takes a deep breath, “I think it was wrong of him to make that decision for her. I want to bring her into the fold, but in order to do that I am going to need your help. Now that her father has pass and without his approval she will be understandably cautious. ”

I open my mouth to argue, but RM continues.

“I know, I’m sorry there are going to be things that you aren’t going to want to discuss but she is from your world originally. Not only that but she has worked alone to survive for so many years, she may not want to rely on us for help. You and Hope need to show her your kindness, and Suga will show her the outside threat. If you succeed, we can all show her how sweet revenge is.”

POV (Y/N)

You wake with the sun beaming onto your face. Lifting your hand to cover your eyes you grimace in pain.

“Morning sleepy head.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

You open your eyes, the bare white walls instantly reminding you of your situation. You rolled over in tears hoping that sleep would claim you again, so you didn’t have to face the truth yet. You hadn’t completely processed the situation last night, but that doesn’t change the facts, you are the last remaining member of the Park line, no more father, no mother, no siblings. You are alone...

You feel a finger poke your back. “Is there anything I can get you?” As your breathing hitches noisily, you hear Jimin take a step back.

“I just need some privacy.”

“You missed breakfast, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Jin’s not going to like...”

“Please Jimin,” you beg cutting hit off. “I just want to be alone.”

He gives in, “I’ll be outside the door if you need me.”

You cover your face and let out a wail of sadness which dissolves into more tears. Alone again, you will have to get used to this. Although you did not see you father very much having him there occasionally was better than not at all. His secrets hurt you deeply, the same questions running through your head over and over. What exactly was he using this team for that he couldn’t tell you? Had he not realized the pain he was putting you through? Is it okay to be angry with him even though he paid the ultimate price for it all? Your mind teeters between grief and anger only to be distracted hours later by the sound of a row outside.

“She wants privacy!” Exclaimes Jimin.

“I want to make sure that she is okay.” You hear Namjoon respond.

“Did she push the button?”

There is a pause before Namjoon answers, “No.”

“Then I’m not letting you in, she will come out when she wants to. Give her time.”

Namjoon swears loudly but the sound of his footsteps leading away reaches your ears. You feel a surge of gratefulness toward Jimin as you don’t want anyone to see you like this especially Namjoon. You want to be strong in front of him and knowing that he was your father’s right hand man would make you crumble again instantly.

You partially unzip your sweater to take a look at the wound, the pain has returned, and the bandage is somewhat bloody. You look around the room. Two doors, one the exit, the other must be the bathroom. You thank the gods that you won’t have to leave the room to use the toilet. You push yourself to the edge of the bed, testing your legs on the floor before making the trek.

Looking in the mirror was a mistake. Your hair the consistency of a mop, eyes extremely puffy. You hadn’t noticed last night that Jin had placed a bandage on your neck as well. You tie your hair back with the elastic on your wrist.

After relieving yourself, you are heading back to bed when pain overwhelms you, hitting with a wave of dizziness to top it off. You reach out to grab the table next to you to steady yourself, but your blurry vision prevents you from seeing Jin’s surgery tray resting near the edge. There is a large clatter as both you and the tray fall to the floor . You swear loudly.

Jimin came barging through the door. “Are you okay?” He kneels down to you assessing your condition. You look to the floor taking a moment to pull yourself together. He craned his head under yours looking up at your face. “You should have called for help, I was just outside if you needed me remember?”

“I’m used to getting by on my own, I just got dizzy.”

“Getting by with a gunshot wound?” He asks skeptically. “You’re probably in a lot of pain aren’t you?”

You look away embarrassed by his proximity.

“Let me help you.” You begin to shake your head.

“It wasn’t a question.” He lifts you up, taking you back over to the bed. “You need more pain medicine. I’ll call Jin, he’ll want to know you’re up,” he pulls out his phone before you could protest. He takes a few steps away from your bed pacing as he talks to Jin.

You try not to listen in on their conversation, disliking the act of having to listening to people talk about you. Jimin comes back over to you but now he was the one who looks embarrassed.

“Thank you for earlier with RM, I know that it probably wasn’t easy going against your leader like that.”

“Oh you heard that?” He says growing more flustered, “I just know that if it was me I would need time to collect my thoughts.”

You agree nodding, “And sorry about the height joke yesterday.”

That earns a full laugh from him. “I’m surprised you even remember that, it’s fine really, not like I haven’t heard them all before.

Jin walks in the door with a tray, “I brought food I thought you might be hungry, Jimin I brought yours too. How are you feeling?”

He puts a hand to your forehead. “No fever that’s good, let’s check your...wound” He hesitates on your sweater, still partially unzipped, solving the mystery of Jimin’s abashedness.

After his examination Jin makes sure to zip your sweater back up to the top. “Stitches seem to be holding, take this.” He hands you more pain medication and a glass of water.

You watch Jin out of the corner of your eye as he walks back to the food tray. He slaps the back of Jimin’s head along the way, whispering and gesturing to you. You try to look absorbed in your own thoughts while drinking your water but a snort of laughter sneaks through. Jin carries your food over to you. “Hope you like black bean noodles.” You nod eyes wide, unable to remember the last time that someone made food for you like this.

In the distance you could hear the smoke detector. “Never should have left RM in charge of the stove.” Jin muttered under his breath leaving swiftly.

Jimin had just picked up his dinner and looked as if a dilemma was raging inside of him. Defeat showing in his slumped shoulders he turns towards the door bowl in hand.

“Jimin could you stay and eat with me?”

He turns his head to give you a beautiful smile. “Of course.”

You both ate in silence for the most part, but it was nice to have someone else there. You run one question over and over in your head try to figure out the best way to phrase the query. “Jimin if you don’t mind me asking how did you meet my father?”

“You mean how did I come to be in a gang?” He smirks, seeing right through you. He then hesitates and lowers his head.

“I’m sorry it was rude of me to ask, I’m sure it’s personal.”

“Your right it is personal. Not many people join gangs out of desire, for most of us membership was the only path to survival. I used to work in films as a stunt double, I specialized in sword fighting. My work was my life I loved the beauty of the movements and the complexity they reached. I still look back in on that time fondly, however I reached a dry spell with my career, no one was creating films with old style fighting scenes. I tried to broaden my horizon with other stunts but ended up injuring myself during a car chase scene. Unable to work I quickly fell into debt and stared owing money to the wrong kind of people. I never should have listened to the other actors when they said that they had connections to borrow money, by connections they meant drug dealers.”

He pauses, a pained look appears on his face as he begins to speak again. “They came for me one night when I was late on a payment. As they beat me to a pulp, they debated if they were going to sell me on the market, thinking that my looks might make them a profit. I fought off most of them but they hit back hard. They left me for dead in the alley when they realized that I wasn’t such and easy target.”

I shivered as I thought of my own experience, imagining the fear and pain he must have felt. “RM found me, and Jin fixed me up. They told your father I would be an asset to the team with the experience I had. Your father paid off my debts and placed me under his protection. I was proud to be on his team. I never felt like I was going against my conscience with the jobs he gave us. He was a good man.”

“What kind of work do you guys do?”

“Not sure that I am the best one to explain it, RM will have to fill you in.”

I look at my watch, it was approaching 6pm. I don’t want to put this off any longer, “ Could I meet the rest of the team, I wouldn’t mind getting out of this room.”

“I can always call them up here but if you’re really determined Jin said that they will be in downstairs in the kitchen.”

“I think I can handle that, stairs will be the easiest obstacle I’ve had all week.”

“Before talking to them you should know, some of the other members are a bit more private about their life before joining. I would let them approach the subject first rather than asking.” You nod, his concern for his fellow members is admirable.

With food inside you and feeling a bit more stable, making it to the stairs under your own power. You grip the railing as you go down, Jimin holding on to your side ready to catch you if you end up going head first. You examine your surroundings as you descend. “I thought Jin said this was a safe house, this place is huge.”

“It‘s more like our city residence. Park wanted us to be comfortable, and the location is more convenient than the manor for running ops,” Jimin explains.

Just to the side of the kitchen there it a long table with eight chairs. Namjoon is seated at the head, Jin to his right, JHope next to Jin, with an empty seat beside Hope.

The three seats on the other side of namjoon are occupied by those who you have not yet met officially although you think you might have had a brief glance at the boy in the middle last night. Jimin pulls out the chair at the end for you.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“No need to apologize this is perfect timing, let me introduce Suga, V, and JK.” Namjoon responds kindly.

You bow your head to them, silence creeps into the room. Everyone’s eyes are down cast no one looking directly at you, a truly somber meeting. How much did your father mean to them? It seems like he might have been more than just a patron.

“I would like to thank you all for last night, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it wasn’t for your help.”

“We had our orders, “Get her out, and keep her safe.” Suga mutters. He earns an elbow to the side from V.

“I apologize if they seem rude.” Jin glares at Suga. “Only RM and I knew of your existence until yesterday.”

“I can relate. You are not going to disrespect me by being honest. I wish I could have saved him, I know that you would rather have him sitting here instead of me”

J-Hope responds, “Your father treated all of us like a family. He saved us all and brought us together. His last request was for us to save you. I am thankful that we were able to fulfill that wish.” You give him a small smile which he returns. You can’t help but feel that he might have been more of a father to them than he was to you.

Your fingers fumble on the ring in your pocket. You reassure yourself that this is the right decision before placing it on the table. You look Namjoon dead in the eye trying to show confidence in your choice. “I will leave this in your care, it was always intended to symbolize the passing of familial duties. I don’t think I can live up to that task anymore,” you smile sadly. “I’m sorry to intrude on your space, I’ll be out of your hair by Monday, I have my ticket already booked.”

V’s eyes widen looking at you,“ Your father’s will specified that you were the single heir, you know what you are to inherrate right? A multi billion dollar fortune.”

You nod your head. “I never wanted to live like this lifestyle thought, why do you think I work at a bookstore? The thought of being an heiress with political ties...” You shiver with anxiety, “I wanted to have a normal life away from the spotlight, and I still dot.”

V opens his mouth again only uttering one word, “but...”

Namjoon continues when V’s words fail. “What V is trying to say is that it is no longer safe for you to return to your old life. GOT7 is already aware of your status, and news will spread fast. Not only was Park a rich political advocate but he was also the patron and founder of BTS. Other gangs will see you as a commodity and a threat with Park gone. The original plan, if anything like this happened, was to disband, but there is too much at stake right now. In addition we now have a debt to collect from GOT7.”

“What do you expect me to do, take on my father’s role? Be your financial backer no questions asked? I don’t need to stay here. I have my own life, I can take care of myself.”

“You could barely take care of yourself before.” He retorts.

“What is that supposed to mean?” As you ask it occurs to you that last week might not have been his first trip to Busan. “How long have you been watching me RM?!” You snap back.

He flinches, you are unsure if it was the change of name or you calling him out.

“There were several targets that I monitored over the years. I took them out before they could get too close. Imagine what it will be like now, with the secret out.”

“How many?!” You yell your patience growing thin.

The other members look to Namjoon as if they are also interested in that information.

“11 maybe 12.” Namjoon mutters.

“Aissh, this is why I don’t like to be kept in the dark! I need transparency not a protector, then maybe I can be ready for what will come. Monday morning I will be on that train.”

“I am telling you it’s not safe.”

The other members heads swiveled back and forth as if watching a tennis match.

“Well then I guess lucky 13 will finish me off, but at least I’ll die on my own terms, my own risk.”

“Is that what your father would have wanted?”

Your heart stops, unable to believe harshness of the words he just delivered. “Don't you fucking dare, how dare you turn this on me?! How the hell should I know, the man lied to me my whole life, how would I know what he wanted?” You storm out of the room. You make it halfway up the stairs before collapsing in sobs while clutching your shoulder.

POV RM

Jin looks at me, “Well that went well.”

I place my hand on my face pinching my brow.

“JK I need you to hack into the street cams around her work and apartment in Busan I’ll give you the addresses, we need to prove to her that her past life has been compromised.”

Jk nods, and retreats to his computer den.

“What is your plan for her RM?” asks Jimin.

“She has potential you all have seen that, she could be more than just a backer. I tried to explain this to Park a week ago but now we have to bring her in. J-Hope you got what I asked?”

“Right here,” He smiles lifting the bags.

“She’s going to need a hand if you could help her.” I ask of him.

“You are to be a perfect gentleman, do you hear me?.” Jin adds.

“I always am.” He laughs, running off.

“Suga I’ll need you to take her out after like we discussed.”

He nods, “I never thought I would see the day that someone could shut you down so easily RM. That is a skill set worth keeping close.” A smirk clearly displayed on his face at my expense.

“As her acting physician, I really must advise against this. She needs rest.” Jin warns

“Either we do this now, or we find her sneaking out in the middle of the night. I’m sure you can see how determined she is, she will completely underestimate the amount of danger she’s in.

“We’ll maybe if you didn’t insult her...” V starts but then tapers off.

I scowl at him and give him a task to focus on, “V I need you to take her to the bank tomorrow. With the news out about her father, she should claim her inheritance as soon as possible.” I issue one last order,“Jin you and I will need to prepare the funeral arrangements.”

POV J-Hope

I find you seated on the steps halfway up, you body trembling, and breathing ragged, but no tears. “Are you okay?” You respond by shaking your head. “Let’s move you off the stairs then.”

Hoisting you up I take you to your new room. I was confident that you would find it far more comfortable than Jin’s sterile office . I sit you down at the foot of the bed and couch in front of you. Resting a hand on you pale forearm I wait for your anxiety to lessen before speaking again.

“How does your arm feel?”

“Numb, I can’t feel much right now.”

I couldn't be sure if you were referring to the pain or your circumstances. I nod, not pushing the issue, instead I start pulling off the bags that a had kept on my arm. Pushing a smile on my face trying to stay positive, “I bought you some clothes, just went off the sizes of what you were wearing, I hope everything fits okay.” You pull out an oversize white hoodie, a black shirt and black leggings in addition to some undergarments.

“Wow you pick these out too?” You ask holding up the green underwear.

If you are expecting to get a rise out of me it definitely works. Blushing I stammer, “No! The sales women chose those.” I fail to mention that the associate did ask what my favourite colour was. “There is a shower in there if you want to freshen up, Jin suggested keeping the bandage on.”

The second you start unzipping your hoodie I jump back in further embarrassment. “Could you hand me that towel to cover myself. I am going to need help taking this off.” You shove the towel up your shirt. I hold the sleeve as you retract your good arm. I pull the sweater around exposing your back, you attempt to straighten your other arm, only to be followed by a gasp of pain.

“Easy there take it slow.” I help you by moving the fabric around so no further movement is needed from your arm. After you head to the bathroom I lay back on the bed trying to cool my heated face.

Parks daughter, I could definitely see similarities in there determination, but they are very different when it comes to emotions, you wear yours on your sleeve, whereas Park buried his beneath. Will you be able to handle the pressure? You will have to rely on us far more than Park did, not that I would mind.

The water stops after 10 minutes or so, I hear another yep of pain not long after, I rush to the door. “Need help?”

“Unless you can put my bra on for me I’m good.”

I panic, “Should I get Jin?”

“No I’ve almost got it.”

A few minutes later you came out in leggings and a t-shirt, holding the hoodie, “Could you?”

You don’t have to finish the sentence before I start helping you again. “Let me get your hair.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“Yes I do, come on.” I sit behind you on the bed running the brush through the soft strands. You seems very much on edge, with a far away look in your eye. After the conversation downstairs I can only assume you want to get out of here as fast as possible, “I know what you’re thinking, please don’t do anything rash. RM is just concerned for your safety, he has JK surveying your home in Busan right now to see if it has been compromised. If it’s all clear you can go without a worry.”

“They are?” You sound surprised and hopeful.

There was no need to dash your dreams right now. It was far more likely than not that our rivals were making their way to your home now to learn more about you.

“Please let us take care of this. It is what we are trained to do.”

“I can’t be watched over forever, I need my freedom.”

“Then let me train you, I’m one of the best fighters in the group. We will have to wait a while until your shoulder heals, but let me suggest it to RM.”

“You’ll train me in Busan?” You ask skeptically. I can tell that you are trying to gauge if my offer is just a ruse to convince you to stay.

Seeing the trap you’ve planted I step over it. “Wherever you end up I will train you.”

“Clever Hope.”

“Just staying honest.”

There’s a knock at the door followed by Suga’s voice, “Hey Spitfire, you ready?”

A/N : And that's it for this chapter... Who here guessed that the MC and Jin were childhood friends?! What did you think of Jimin's backstory? Next week you will get to read about Suga's past!

#bts under fire series #bts fanfic #bts gang au #bts x reader #bts fanfction #bts reader insert #kim namjoon x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #slight ot7 x reader

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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Older (Biadore) 4/? - nellie

A/N: In which Adore continues to make terrible life choices, but what else is new.

Also, thank you SO MUCH to everyone who’s given me such lovely feedback. This is the longest fic I think I’ve ever written and you’re all so encouraging it really inspires me to sit down and keep writing.

Some people are the type to snap from fast asleep to hyper alert and awake in the blink of an eye. Adore Delano has never been one of those people. When she wakes up in Bianca’s apartment she does so by degrees. She can hear traffic, but it’s not as loud as it is at home. She thinks it would probably be cold, but there are covers over her, and a warm arm slung low over her stomach. That’s a new experience and Adore takes a moment to savor it before she continues. Sound, touch, taste. She makes a face – her teeth need cleaning and her mouth feels fuzzy. She wonders if Bianca has a spare toothbrush. Is that the kind of thing you can even ask someone? Adore is the first to admit she’s not really sure about morning after protocol. The one time she slept over at a guy’s house his mom came in the next morning with breakfast like they were in some kind of fucking romcom and she’d been so uncomfortable she’d never done it again. But now, here she is, opening her eyes in Bianca’s white and surprisingly stark bedroom. Adore hadn’t really been paying attention the night before, but it’s not what she would have expected. It’s immaculate, but aside from a painting on the wall, it could be anyone’s bedroom anywhere. Bianca is the last person Adore would expect to have anything generic.

Adore dislodges herself from Bianca who makes a murmur of protest, but obviously decides going back to sleep is more important. She doesn’t bother putting anything on, instead padding naked to the bathroom. She pees, then stands in front of the mirror, eyeing her reflection critically. Her hair is a fucking mess that even water won’t be able to tame and half her face is covered in the remains of her eyeliner. There’s lipstick smeared around her mouth that must be Bianca’s – she touches her finger to the mark for a moment before smiling at herself.

Ten minutes later she’s not exactly looking respectable, but she’s a fucking lot closer than she was before. She rinses her mouth out with the mouthwash sitting on the counter and poses in the mirror. Looking good, feeling better, she thinks. There are a lot of good things about being Adore’s age, but never getting hangovers has to be right at the top of the list.

When she gets back to Bianca’s room the older woman is awake, eyes shamelessly raking over her naked body. Adore grins. “See something you like?”

“Come here. I think I promised to make you see stars.” Bianca’s voice is thick with sleep, which only makes her hotter.

Adore doesn’t have to be told twice.

***

It’s almost lunch period when Adore finally makes it to school, dressed in last night’s clothes. Her ripped-tights-and-short-skirt look isn’t exactly appropriate, but she’d had to make a choice between stopping at home to get changed or talking to Violet and her desperate need to tell someone about what has happened won out.

Bianca. Fuck.

The sex had been amazing and Bianca hadn’t seemed to care that Adore really had no idea what she was doing. She’d mumbled something about having to get to class afterwards, but Bianca had persuaded her to stay for breakfast and the whole situation had been a lot less uncomfortable than Adore had expected. They’d even exchanged numbers afterwards, although Adore is pretty sure that had just been politeness on Bianca’s part.

It doesn’t matter. Adore has no clear plans and certainly no expectations. She’s always been good at taking what she’s got, and right now what she’s got is sore muscles, scratches along her inner thighs and some very, very good memories.

“Bitch. The fuck have you been?”

Violet sits down next to Adore, jolting her out of her inappropriate-for-school Bianca thoughts.

Adore grins. “Long story. It’s got sex and intrigue though, so you’d probably like it.”

Violet snorts in response. “Since when do you know what intrigue means?”

Violet is a bitch and Adore is fucking dumb. It’s a match made in heaven (or hell, depending on how you look at it). They shouldn’t work as friends but they do, and Adore finds herself genuinely wanting to tell Violet all the details.

“I fucked Bianca Del Rio last night. Well, I guess technically it was this morning and she fucked me.” She takes no small amount of pleasure from watching Violet’s jaw drop.

“Shut up. Isn’t that illegal?”

Adore doesn’t really think that’s the most important part of the whole thing, but she shakes her head anyway. “Age of consent in New York is 17. I looked it up.”

“Of course you fucking did, you slut.” Violet is laughing, but she still seems impressed, or at least as impressed as Violet ever gets. “Well, damn. How was it?”

“Amazing.” Adore flops back onto the grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky. “Magical. High school boys are dead to me now.” There’s a pause, and then she adds more quietly, “hey, Vi?”

“What?” Violet sounds annoyed, but Adore knows her well enough to know that annoyed is Violet’s default tone of voice. Some girls have resting bitch face; Violet has resting bitch voice.

Adore sighs, not really sure how to put what she’s thinking into words. “I guess… I mean. I actually like her. But she has to be at least ten years older than me. I can’t. Can I?” As much as she’s desperately hoping Violet will give her permission, Adore already knows the truth about the situation. She can’t date Bianca, no matter how much she likes her. She doesn’t think Bianca is the type who’d be thrilled about picking her girlfriend up from high school or attending her graduation. She doesn’t have much self-control, but she’s not delusional enough to think a relationship with Bianca would actually work.

“Probably not. If it’s older you want, find some creep in his late 20’s who wants a trophy girlfriend instead.”

And that’s the problem, of course. Bianca isn’t a creep and she doesn’t seem like the type to get off on fucking teenagers just because she can. She likes Adore for who she is, not what she represents. It’s refreshing, but it’s not enough and Adore knows it.

That’s it, then. No more Bianca Del Rio.

***

Adore’s resolve lasts until approximately 37 minutes after she gets home, at which point her phone lights up with a text from Bianca.

Hey. Good day?

It’s so banal and Adore stares at it for several long minutes before she replies.

Not bad. I was a little distracted.

Adore blinks at her phone. Did Bianca really just text her a kissy face? She’s debating what to say in response when another message appears.

U free tonight? Court and I were going to a play but she bailed. Help me, I’m desperate.

Adore barely has to think before she fires back, Love to. She’s not really into plays and she’s meant to be distancing herself from Bianca and her mom is actually home for once and Adore had sort of promised to spend the night with her. But all of those very reasonable excuses suddenly float away into the ether because Adore really really really wants to see Bianca again. Really. Even if it means sitting through some boring ass play and disappointing her mom.

Great. See you there at 8.

Adore groans. “Mom?”

Her mom appears in her bedroom door almost instantly, as though she’s been summoned by some demonic spell. “You screamed?”

“I have to go out. One of my friends is seeing a play and she has a free ticket so I said I’d go.”

“Huh.” Her mom appears to think for a minute. “I know that’s not a lie, because it’s too unbelievable. Do you need money?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks, though.” Adore grins, blowing her mom a kiss. “Love you.”

“I know. Love you too.”

Obligations cancelled, all that’s left is for Adore to try to figure out what to wear. She doesn’t know what constitutes appropriate play attire, but it’s probably not the same thing as the clothes in her wardrobe. After flicking through options for a little too long she settles on a loose black shimmery dress that falls to mid-thigh. With tights on it could almost pass for classy, although Adore promptly ruins that by pairing it with a beat up pair of boots and too much makeup. She looks like a slightly more dressed up version of herself which she figures is a reasonable compromise.

Most importantly, she looks fucking hot. She’s ready.

***

When Adore arrives outside the theater a bit before 8 she’s already regretting everything. It’s some Off-Off-Off Broadway play that’s advertised as being “an insightful feminist comedy about love, gender, and sexuality” which is… basically nothing Adore is interested in. It’s going to be boring as fuck and Bianca will probably expect her to have some great insight and eventually she’ll have to reveal that she doesn’t like thinking about gender and sexuality, because it makes her head hurt and why can’t everyone just be whoever they want to be?

“You made it.”

Adore whirls around to see Bianca standing behind her, looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing a dress that flatters her curves perfectly, her makeup is immaculate and her heels are to fucking die for.

Adore suddenly feels like a little kid and she smiles awkwardly. “Yeah. Hey. Thanks for inviting me.”

“No problem. Come on, it’s about to start.”

Bianca holds her hand out and Adore takes it without thinking, feeling a small thrill when they’re sitting down and Bianca still hasn’t let go. Fuck. Fuck. She’s developing a serious fucking crush on Bianca Del Rio.

Adore tries to pay attention to the play, she really does, but it’s every bit as boring as she expected and most of the jokes go over her head. Bianca is laughing and Adore wishes she was smart enough to understand. Instead, she distracts herself by focusing on every single place she can feel Bianca’s hand touching hers. Bianca starts laughing again and pulls her hand away suddenly to wipe tears from her eyes. Adore waits, but Bianca returns her hand to her own lap and it’s almost embarrassing how much Adore notices the loss. She zones out, letting her mind wander until loud applause jolts her out of her thoughts and she realizes it’s over.

“Is that it?”

Bianca laughs. “It’s only intermission. There’s another act to go.”

“Oh.” Adore tries to look neutral, but obviously she’s not too good at it because Bianca raises an eyebrow at her.

“Not enjoying yourself?”

“No, I just…” Adore stops. Sighs. It’s pointless to lie and anyway, it’s not like she’s ever been good at that, either. “I don’t really get it? Maybe I’m just stupid, but it doesn’t make any sense to me.”

She’s expecting Bianca to roll her eyes or laugh at her or something, but instead she just shoots her a grin and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “I don’t get it either.”

“Oh,” Adore says again. Wow. Her conversational skills are definitely on point tonight.

Bianca gets to her feet, grabbing her purse as she does. “You want to get out of here? There’s a bar across the road, we could get a drink instead of sticking around here.”

Adore does. She really does, in fact, but it seems a little rude and like a waste of money considering Bianca’s already paid for the tickets. She tries to say as much, but her brain is obviously smarter than she gives it credit for, because what actually comes out of her mouth is, “fuck yeah, I do.”

“Good.”

Bianca shoots Adore a smile that should probably be fucking illegal and Adore takes a second to gather herself, making a production out of checking she hasn’t left anything under her seat until she thinks she can safely stand up without collapsing.

“Let’s go.”

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chelsanitys · 7 years ago

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anon post

for all 3 of my fans

i live for ur wit and sass

thx n same

Dont fuck with the best! Kate works hard to get the craziest anons to post in her yard, and I've got nothing but respect. There's no fan in the fandom as genuine and earnest as she is. Wishing her and her cats a long and healthy life!

lmao yall need to quit

you've probably answered this already but what do you think will give vm the best shot at the OG?

a good short dance + a good free dance + gui missing the catch-foot on his twizzle again

Are you taking the bar exam this summer?

no i just finished my first yr

I will cry if T&S end up together, They would be a horrible match. Surely I'm not the only one who sees this??

i am ashamed that this is the level of trollin i get. step up ur game!!

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" Poor Alex! Marrying him would probably restore his self confidence and prompt a return to the cfl! Still holding out hope!

honestly alex was the hottest of all her bfs. fedor is balding, has a dad bod n is wearing khakis on the beach now. and semple was always fug. also rl talk i didnt know canada had its own football league until this guy came around. thats so cute for canada

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" I want her with the Bitove guy. His family looks like the type that will post tons about them on sm afterward.

lmao yall know his grandfather started the toronto raptors?? i knew this brodie’s last name sounded familiar. also apparenty he and his fam golf at trump’s resort @ mar-a-lago VOM. tessa is 500% going to end up with a smarmy, filthy rich trust fund kid like him like its not even a question

Hey now. I want shippers to get overthemselves, too, but Tessa marrying Semple, god no. Basically, Tessa, open your eyes and save yourself.

lol i actually wish she was still dating him so all this mindless speculation rn would stop

Bitter and hateful is what I come here for. Anons should just fuck off and go to the Disney website if that's what they want.

vm fans are so damn soft n sensitive about everything lol, i rly wish some of yall would stop taking everything i say so seriously

Please come back, without your snark the fandom is controlled by the most delusional shippers.

i’ll post more when there r actually things 2 talk about. being around here when nothing is happening and ur all screaming into a vacuum about the same things over and over is like being institutionalized in a loony bin

why are you always up so late?

nhf for this east coast bias, it is a perfectly reasonable time in california

Which of the current/rising juniors do you see making tbe most impact next quad?

carreira/ponomarenko are going to win a olympic medal in 2022. even if the shibs, h/d and bock don’t retire, i see them easily rising through the pack - they just have the Look and aren’t without talent. i’m iffy on the rest - mcnamara/carpenter are too creepy and weird, parsons have no height difference and are siblings, both are coached by an unproven staff, everyone else are varying levels of mediocre. hawayek/baker will go to worlds 2018 if they’re lucky and prob never again if no one else retires.

i wouldn't take h/d's music choices as an indicator of what vm will have. they are the c team and vm are the a team in that camp. look at last season... h/d got stuck with marie-france's lame ass idea of the evolution of music and vm got prince.

true..... altho i think personal taste is important too. tessa would die b4 she ever approved an ‘evolution of dance’ sd

I want Tessa to steal Fedor back from Meryl. All that drama would be hilarious. Fedor lost his looks and is butt ugly now so he is exactly Tessa's type, even more so than in 2009.

i nvr thought he was that cute but he literally looks like he goes door to door selling pool cleaner now

I noticed that when Tessa shakes hands or kisses someone on the cheek (like during medal ceremony or interviews) Scott often puts a hand on her lower back even though there had not been any physical contact between the two of them before said handshake or kiss. It just always surprises me and I'm not sure I understand why he'd do this. What's your take on it ?

lmao ik u want me 2 say its bc his subconscious is screaming out in jealousy and he wants to covertly claim her and show the world she still belongs to him but i rly think they r just touchy ppl who like to touch. or hes makin sure she doesnt lose balance and fall off the podium as she’s leanin over

moulin rouge would've been a much cooler choice in 11/12 for their musical fd instead of funny face, but i don't see them doing it for their olympic fd. it's a bit tacky and overdone. i figure they'd want to do something that's a little bit more special and unique then that.

ia it wouldnt have been a bad filler fd for an off year. i just dont see it doing it for their Last Ever and for the olympics. its such a warhorse - what could they possibly say with it thats original? and its such a character piece - they r such overly emo, earnest ppl, i dont think they’d want to do something that different from themselves for their Last Ever.

huh what, vm don't stand a chance against moonlight sonata?? Pls... that would be a flop, such an overused piece of music everywhere, it's like Für Elise - hearing the first notes of it makes me vomit in my mouth a little

ya bc no one’s ever won a gold medal skating to a warhorse before

it sounds more believable to me than vm and moulin rouge tho

What interpretation? PC will just float around. They can do that in any key and judges will eat it up.

true, gui gui is a demon

No way. The judges will think they're watching Gordeeva/Grinkov again and just hand the gold to them immediately.

remember when pc said they didnt even know who torvill and dean and g/g were lmao

If scott doesn't cut his disgusting gutter frat boy hair I'm renouncing my Canadian citizenship and moving 2 Peru

was legit lookin @ pics from autumn classic n skate canada and i cant believe how short his hair was then, i can not believe i was complainin so much. i am honestly such a whiny bitch lmao this is my punishment

i have mixed feelings because Prince is the best short dance of VM's career so far but then Latch was one of the worst lol. It dragged in a lot of areas, especially the middle, and it never felt complete. I don't hate it by any means but considering we only had 2 free dances left and that was one of them... :| so I'm torn between trusting MF, and then thinking she's one misguided song choice away from ruining VM's swan song.

the thought of mf picking out the music for vm’s last ever fd makes me kind of sad. like yall have no ideas? at all?? ur relying on instagram suggestions and mf’s adult lite fm spotify playlists for inspiration? im surprised n disappointed tbh, like they arent kids anymore, i thought they would take more ownership of their careers.

but idk we’ll see. whenever i complain a lot, i usually like their material later lol

why do i feel like vm are gonna come out in their sd with despacito... the justin bieber version...

ok who is this person who keeps sending me despacito questions?? you sound like you want it to happen more than anyone else and are trying to will it into existence

It's funny because Tessa is SO cautious about everything she/they say, that she comes off/is rehearsed--I don't understand why she cares so much. They are not politicians or even super famous. Plus most people who watch (excluding Tumblr fans bc they're all extra) watch during high times like Worlds and Olympics. Most people don't watch interviews and press conferences. If they do watch one, it's usually only the fun "game" interviews or the mainstream ones like etalk which they are not tons of

idk what this is in reference to but ok lol. it prob matters to her bc its her life and she cares bc its happening to her? just spitballin here

Oh no what has Max Trankov said I'm scared to know now. If he's a Trump fan I might have to #nopeout lol he’s russian and a male chauvinist pig. he once said he wouldnt do a quad with tati until she had a baby for him...”and then maybe we try”

still gonna stan his trash ass to the end of time tho

Speaking of bad music cuts I could not stand the way HD's music was cut this year. Like I like all the songs they used individually but it just felt so weirdly put together like the songs didn't flow well into the next. The only part I liked was the last part with earned it.

really? i thought earned it was the part that seemed completely out of step with the first 2 pieces of music. the transition was way off and the tempo was so much faster than the other 2

The Facebook q&a is the first time I felt vm are actually compatible enough to be a couple.

should’ve published this steaming hot take when u sent it a month ago bc i have no idea what this is in reference to now

what do you look like?

tired mostly

haha funny how we went from vm are in a relationship to they hate each other.

dont ‘we’ me bitch i have nothing to do with this fandom’s daily emotional yo-yo-ing

Can you explain the Tessa/Kaitlyn Weaver friendship? Are they really friends? Kaitlyn seems like the kind of girl Tessa would make fun of behind her back.

more like kaitlyn weaver is tracy flick and is trying to bring down everyone in her path tbh

I get a bit of a superiority, cold vibe with Tessa, don't you?

no but i dont have self esteem issues

I think people who find Tessa cold and snobby do not get her at all. Yes, she is far from perfect and her feminism is all (...) but to call her cold and unfeeling means you haven't been paying attention at all. Like get off her dick and/or stop following her career.

i dont think shes cold either. standoffish maybe, but i dont feel like thats from superiority or aloofness. some ppl just want to mind their own business and chill?? not everyone’s a chatty cathy like scott

Music stresses me out. The only thing I've gathered from all of the various discussions is they should be exciting but not too exciting because it's an Olympic season. But they shouldn't also be too safe. Like I know you have mentioned various choices that would be good but what would be in your mind the ideal program, both SD and FD. It's their third Olympics, so how do they build on the past while still being fresh but also them. Or do they just not and give the audience what they want?

something original thats not a warhorse but is also audience friendly and is instantly musically palatable to a lot of ppl

so basically mahler

Which songs from moulin rouge should they use?

if they were doing mr (which i doubt), the orchestral score is 500x better than the cheesy ass nonsense from the soundtrack. like come what may with nicole kidman’s tremulous bird vocals and ewan mcgregor literally straining not to pop a vein would almost be too dramatic and Too Much. i think that kind of thing only works for a v specific kitschy, performative kind of team (a la russians) and wouldnt vibe with vm’s super earnest approach at all. but the orchestral score is genuinely moving and effective in a less garish way

but i dont think they’re doing moulin rouge lol

"the movies honestly made it hard 4 me to interpret hermione’s undying loyalty and devotion to harry as anything other than latent sexual attraction tbh lmao" Hahaha, pretty much. Plus, the whole Harry and Ginny thing, even more so in the movies, seemed to come out of nowhere and was cliche as fuck.

is bonnie wright still acting? i’ve seen dead fish more alive than her on screen

LMAO someone posted a clip from VM's show when they were having dinner with WP and they were talking about how WP live together and they ask VM how they deal with one another and LOL I stg I started loling cause their reactions were #priceless. S literally just had a WTF look on his face while he said something hella awkward & T looked like she wanted to slap him. Her follow up that she doesn't think they could ever spend all their time together just cements why they'll never date for me.

lmao that whole scene is so stupid. kaitlyn n andrew r such good friends i swear

Thanks for setting that anon straight. Set some boundaries so that they don't egg on shippers?? WTF. They're fine with doing what they're doing, and if they're dating others, those others are obviously fine with it too. Besides, it's not like they're filming porn or something. If you can't handle it, stop watching them.

idek what these r in reference to anymore but it sounds dumb as hell lmao

Wow I cannot believe that people actually think VM owe fans any explanation for their relationship/partnership. Like we don't know them, we're never going to know them or be friends with them? Why the fuck do they owe fans a detailed explanation of their personal business? I stg these shippers have lost their damn minds. As long as VM continue to put out good programs and do well I couldn't care less what they're doing off ice. Whatever it is it's clearly working for them. You do you VM.

the entitlement of some fans is insane. its STILL happening now with tessa’s ig now too. why dont yall just let her live n let her white-girl post to her hearts content. she is literally doing nothing differently to what every other skater does, idg this absurd criticism

Fr tho both of them have such nice teeth and I've never seen pics of them with braces, like how??!?!

tessa’s r so nice i cant believe she’s never had braces. and they r such a natural white? like u can tell w most skaters that they get it professionally whitened but hers dont have that artificial look at all

Are you in college? Your bio says 23 but it said that last year too.

i actually turned 24 a while ago im just 2 lazy to change it. im in law school currently

I just read an ancient interview with vm where they said Mahler was about getting married or something... WHAT

ya i cant remember if it was them that said or marina that said it tho. i remember a story about a guy who wrote them saying he and his gf were watching mahler at the olympics and once it was over, he was so moved he got down on one knee and proposed to her and marina was like ‘thats what that program is meant to do’ lol

Do you think Zach is a good skater and partner? I keep changing my mind on him.....

he is such a bland, wet noodle - no taste, no flavor, just empty white carbs. its up to madi to add any spark to the team bc she’s the real star, he just stands there and is tall and can lift her

Why the fuck are so many people freaking out because Tessa did not attend a wedding with Scott. 1. They are not dating so there are no reason for Scott to bring her. 2. She has people visiting 3. I bet they don't even hang out off ice 4. I think Scott has a secret girl in Ilderton. 5. TS not dating. I wish people would claim down.

this is so far back in my inbox i have no idea whats happening

I love it that whenever Tessa posts an IG story the fandom goes crazy analyzing and speculating about Scott what there even when he is clearly not Then there there are talks about TS wedding. WTF Soon it will be TS having babies. I am wondering if maybe the fandom (new fans) are mixing reality with those fanfics.

honestly no clue

I know this has been discussed before but I don't get how Scott and Jess even communicated. Jess could barely seem to understand English back then and Scott couldn't speak French. I wonder if them not being able to speak to each other is part of why they lasted so long actually

lol bryce davison actually learned french so he could communicate w/ her. not scott tho lol

I don't think T cares too much about fs friendships the way other skaters do. Of course she's friendly with a lot of them but she's not really close with anyone except her partner, which doesn't really count lol. She has her own friend group outside of skating and that's what she seems to stick to. It's funny you mention Meryl, Brooke, Tanith, and Lauren because they're all still really good friends.

honestly i think skating stressed (stresses?) her out so much back then that she really hated being in that world for too long. i dont blame her for wanting to disconnect and not having to hang out with skaters who just talk about other skaters and skating 24/7

I don't mean this in a mean way. Watching Avatar. If you paint Meryl's face blue she could be in the movie

it kills me when ppl say she looks like a disney princess? ya the ant queen from a bugs life maybe

I think Tessa sometimes forget that Scott is a huge part of why they are successful and she wouldn't have all of these deals w amazing brands if they weren't so strong+didn't win everything. it's easy to put her on the pedestal bc she's gorg and can dance, but he should get/deserves just as much credit-- i mean he is the one lifting her and she could not do any of this by herself. sometimes i get the vibe that she thinks she's too good for him. maybe he's not as fancy, but he has a heart of gold

i’ve literally never gotten that she thinks she’s too good for him...? they go out of their way to pay each other compliments all the time and dont even jokingly diss on each other. its actually kind of weird that after knowing each other so long their relationship isnt just one long roast section where they talk shit about each other bc thats what my relationship w/ all my lifelong friends r like....but then again im a flinty bitch and they’re super earnest and emo like all the time. like i bet they both cry during sex

i find it kinda gross, disturbing and a bit pathetic that so many people feel the need to write erotic fan fiction about Tessa and Scott--like they are real people not characters, and it's kinda creepy that people spend so much time writing and reading them. Also, i would pay a million dollars to have someone show TS what people write about them--they would literally die and so would i--some fans are kinda extreme crazy

u know how on graham norton when he’s always showing celebs really erotic fanfic and fanart of themselves and they’re just dying of embarrassment?? i would literally pay everything in my bank account (so like....twenty dollars) for someone to do that to vm

omg it's gonna be so awk when tessa and scott have to see klawes...poor klawes, she just could not hold a candle to tessa. still don't know why klawes still follows tessa's insta--like i would unfollow and would not wanna see some of the pics t posts of TS giving each other lovey looks/touchy regardless of whether ts are together or not. also, it's never like t and klawes would actually be friends bc they're polar opposites

v disappointed that the olympic summit did not deliver on this #drama

tessa and kl were real friends tho, i think its sweet. and its nice they still keep in touch even tho scott is a dog

Are you a fan of tessa's style? She wears so much expensive yet ugly shit in my opinion.

lmao no. i think some of her casual wear is cute, but she wears some of the most hideous high fashion shit ever when she’s going out. like that blue carpet jumpsuit? yall know wht im talking about. those hideous trousers??? also she wears an unbelievable amount of boring black dresses

also gf needs to do smth with her hair. tired of her high bun and slick pony. she looks way cuter w/ her hair down imo

Do you think Tessa pays for all the Adidas stuff she wears?

no she def gets it for free. i was a walk-on my freshman yr of college for half a second and even i got a bunch of free shit from nike

How do u as an ed sheeran unstanner feel about ts doing these songs their obviously using him for the sd next season and i wouldnt be suprised if they use him for the fd as well

reading this made my cholesterol go up

really hope they're exhausting all the ed sheeran options now so they won't actually use it for comps lol

ngl i do kind of dig that embarrassing white boy rapping galway girl song but that cld prob just be my girl saorise ronan hypnotizing me like she always does

Minus the horrific man bun, do you think Scott's hot? Also, do you think Tessa finds him attractive?

no and probably yes now that hes so fug

Do you think Scott's attractive?? Also, do you think Tessa being told she's beautiful constantly on sm has made her get a big head--she often comes across as a bit cold and stuck up prancing around in her $1000 + outfits? Love her and she's gorgeous but...

some of yall need to stop projecting your shit onto tessa for real

Power plays of the figure skating journalists. Inside Skating does a very literal interview and article with P/C which blows up and then they go to Jackie Wong so he can basically write up a damage control press release. Kind of fascinating to see both journalists doing their thing with the same content. Hard to believe Inside Skating didn't think their article would create a storm. Interesting.

speaking of jackie, skaters r really going to him for their exclusives now huh? dying that ashley gave him her big la la land fluff piece instead of tsl. pays 2 be nice and kiss ass

Doesn't look like KH/JLB will have much of a chance to advance cuzis so crowded with the current seniors not retiring and juniors moving up. KH/JLB needs to work on their twizzles, thier lines, skating skills, chemistry looks promising. Some of those junior and senior teams should consider representingif they want a chance at aCanada doesn't have any promising teams once VM-WP retire. I feel like CB, SS, HD ain't retiring till they win Wch or OG which may never with PC around.

hawayek/baker could prob skate for gb because jean-luc has citizenship and carreira/ponomarenko could prob skate for canada bc she’s from montreal but i doubt the us fed is letting either of them go. they’ve invested way too much at this point. i don’t think c/p need to move tho, i think they’re talented to rise organically through the ranks. i think they’re more likely to be us #1 instead of not tbh

I don't understand the whole David and Tessa affair; like some people say it happened after he was separated and others talk like it was a full blown affair. The only thing I do know is that her being called a "homewrecker" or anything else of that nature makes me want to punch something because it's disgusting, and it's society go-to response. Be cruel to the woman and basically give the man a free pass. But maybe he received shit, too? I just never heard about it.

i think he was basically separated but not divorced when it happened

Do you think if TS and Cappelini and Lanotte switched partners they would be a good team?

lol no. anna’s not a great skater and luca looks like he’s shorter than tessa

Wait is that Tessa's ex Semple in that photo you posted of her pre and post nose job? Cause if so damn does she lowball herself. Like she could have such better looking guys I do not understand. Girl is very pretty she needs someone to help her pick better guys.

~we accept the love we think we deserve~~

I think T is cringeworthy as a speaker bc she's sooo gd rehearsed. Not a things she says comes across like she didn't practice it in the bathroom mirror 75 times that morning. She would be pretty good if she could lose even half the pretension in her delivery and tossed out the eye rolly words she keeps littering the sentences with like privilege and journey.

they honestly both suck. she’s worse than he is, but they’re both super stiff. and they always do this forced banter bit at the start which just seems so awkward lol

That one anon pointing that some have denied the nose surgery - this is exactly what annoys me about those shipper blogs, not that they are shippers (you can want them two to be together- that by itself doesn't bother me), but their ways and how they always have to insist on vm's perfect image - they all get so upset and aggressive when you point some issue out, like why would you deny Tessa has done a nose job... so out of touch! vm are interesting exactly cause they're real people with flaws

i can not believe ppl r denying her nose job. like yo its right there. it does lend credence to my theory that all shipprs r just hallucinating n seeing things that arent there tho

If Tessa and Scott did hook up while officially with SOs I have a feeling they wouldn't consider it cheating.

ok lmao??? im sure something extremely profound i said provoked this

how rich do u think scott and tessa are???

prob millionaires by the time 2018 comes around if they get their sponsorships

i might do part 2 later if i can be bothered... but nothing really makes sense out of context lol, its like watching charlie kaufman do slam poetry

#Anonymous #vm #fs

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