#9 Ways How To Get Your Ex Ba

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Just Breakfast

For @silver-heller

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It was rainy.

The pattering of rain on Mordecai's apartment window was livid and loud, with fat drops hitting the window as rain blew them in. Mordecai was glad he was working from home today...but he assumed Silver was...less amused, as he rushed into the apartment.

"It's wet out there." He said.

"One would figure." Mordecai replied, "it IS raining."

"Is it? I hadn't noticed." Silver said. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes...i was hoping to see you for breakfast."

"...Breakfast?"

"Yes." Mordecai said, pouring out some coffee for him. "Just breakfast."

That was CERTAINLY not true. It couldn't've been! Mordecai was always scheming - behind his eyes were little Mordecais running around with balance sheets and guns and suitcases full of cash. Silver knew better than to think this was JUST Breakfast. Every move is calculated with Mordecai.

"And you're sure it's just Breakfast?"

Mordecai peered over his glasses. "It's 9 in the morning. There's food. It's breakfast food." He said. The house smelled of fresh bread and eggs and all manner of things - no meat, though. Mordecai put a plate of food in front of Silver. He even wore a gentle smile. "Mother did her best to teach me how to cook." He said something in Yiddish. He even chuckled a little...he only did that when he thought of his mother.

"...so is your mother coming to Saint Louis?" Silver asked. "Is that the issue?"

"There is no issue." Mordecai sat, and began to eat, "it's just breakfast."

"..." Silver peered at the way Mordecai was eating. He ate neatly, and as if he would die if he got stains or crumbs in his fur. Silver ate a little more haphazardly, but still ate. He looked up again.

"An ex girlfriend of mine called last night."

"Hmm?" Surely, this was the scheme. The evil plot. Mordecai was going to enlist Silver to KILL MORDECAI'S EX GIRLFR-

"She sounded a little disturbed by something her lover did - were you anywhere last night with Rocky?"

Silver's attention diverted. No murder plot. But then...what?

"Well, eh...no...I wasn't THERE there. But I did hear something grizzly happened in the park the other night."

"Hmm." Mordecai kept eating. He used a knife for something - Silve rhad one on his side of the table, too. He looked at it, and peered into it...maybe this was just breakfast. Maybe he was being paranoid again...maybe he needed to go ba-

"I have a proposition."

A-HA! Silver KNEW it!

"I'm thinking of a new dresser in the main room, and I'm having trouble with the tone of wood I want to sele-"

"Why did you invite me over to Breakfast?" Silver stood and asked. He covered his mouth as soon as it slipped.

"...because lovers invite each other over for Breakfast sometimes. Is that not the done thing here?"

"Well-...it is, but-" Silver sat down, "I just figured, you know, you always have some sort of...thing going on, and-...and no one ever just wants to 'spend time' with me!" He waved his hands angrily, throwing them up in defeat. "They're all interested in how hard I can work or how violent I get and I-"

"You're under the impression that I'm trying to use you for something?"

"YES!" Silver lamented. "I mean, everyone ELSE seems to be!"

Through heaving breaths, Silver saw a bizarrely...soft gaze from Mordecai. One he was sure no one else had seen in a long time. He stood, and walked over to Silver. He put a hand on his, and knelt to eye level while he sat.

"I wouldn't dare. Not you. Not ever." He kissed his cheek. "I just invited you over for breakfast, Ziskayt."

Silver took in a few deep breaths. He smiled. "...thank you." He began to eat a little more slowly, now certain he'd be able to take all the time in the world.

The way Mordecai was looking at him across the table, he definitely wanted to.

[stress-toy-bunny]

7, 12, 29,30, 32, 44, 45, 49, 53, 71, 73, 75

Oh my, very curious today, aren't we~

7. Biggest turn on? - twist my arm right off the bat why don't ya 😋 Confident, but soft(er) dom energy will actually short circuit my brain, so please don't lead off with that

12. Ultimate fantasy? - You'll never guess, but I have a massive hypno kink, so being forced to experience mind breaking pleasure, and/or being turned into a sex toy for another's pleasure is 🥴

29. Where would you most like to have sex? - Where wouldn't I, y'know? 😇 But I think what appeals to me the most is being fucked on a high balcony in some swanky hotel, the whole world below us

30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood? - Since starting E, my experience has changed significantly, and I find myself reacting to other's desires much more strongly, which is to say, I think spontaneity like that would put me in the mood 9 times out of 10 😘

32. What’s your biggest kink? - refer back to #12, hypno and mind control have my in a vice grip. Ironically it's the kind of thing I just can't look away from...I think I've conditioned myself over the years given how much hypno content I've consumed...I always try to fight it, but the struggle just makes the inevitable fall that much more fun

44. What do you masturbate to? - This is gonna sound trite coming off the back of the last question, but I'm actually a big fan of softcore, something from my sheltered younger days I never really grew out of, but I'm sure what you really want to hear is blowjobs, I fucking love watching blowjobs 🥵

45. How often do you masturbate? - A casualty of going on E is being less horny overall, however I try to aim for one good climax a day, and I'd say the base horny levels are actually higher day-to-day, they just don't peak as often 🤷‍♀️

49. Do you enjoy giving oral? - YES, and I miss doing it, it's been too long... I don't care what equipment you've got down there, I will spend as much time as you can stand worshipping you, if you'll let me 🤤 Your pleasure is my pleasure, and that's all that matters.

53. Can you deepthroat? - Once upon a time I trained myself to be able to throat a dildo in anticipation of being able to suck a stranger's cock, but they ghosted me before I could put it into practice😔 I could, and I can again, but keeping up the skill is difficult without something to....look forward to at the other end

71. Any funny sex stories? - Other than my sex-crazed ex, who had me finger her in the backseat of my car on our second date, and then later got interrupted in the middle of sex when my mom came home early. My ex was has a handful *ba dum tiss*

73. Would you give somebody a sex toy as a gift? - In a roundabout way I already have, if you consider giving remote control of a vibrator plug to someone a gift 😁 But absolutely, preferably something else they could fuck me with, like more remote vibrators 🥴

75. Do you often get horny in public? - I see women, I get horny, I think about someone's cock, I get horny, it's that simple. I used to be worse, actually, but if someone catches my eye, I'll be thinking about them for a while after~

Thanks for the questions cutie! Always happy to serv- I mean provide entertainment by exposing myself 😇 Keep this up and you might find me kneeling under your desk one day~

[thesinglesjukebox]

OLIVIA RODRIGO - "GET HIM BACK!"

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But mostly we hate the way we don't hate this, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Ian Mathers: Wait a minute... there are two kinda contradictory meanings of "get him back"! I'm on to your tricks, Olivia Rodrigo. [10]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: "Drivers License" and "Vampire," the two definitive Olivia Rodrigo tracks, are arresting because of their emotional directness. When Olivia sings "You didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me" or "You made me look so naive," it unleashes so much power and vulnerability because it feels like we, the audience, are eavesdropping upon a real, intimate, two-person conversation. "Get Him Back" flips this formula. The song plays like a drunken gossip session with a friend, or better yet, an inner monologue of confessions too embarrassing and honest to be said out loud. The guy that Olivia wants to get retribution against and reconciliation with is never addressed directly and almost irrelevant to the story, because this is all about Olivia unleashing every oddball thought she's ever had about him. Olivia gets pigeonholed as a humdrum Disney Channel ballad princess, but this song is so deeply funny from the opening bars ("Wait, is this the song with the drums?") to the way her therapist dad and his mom become tertiary characters in the plot. [8]

Michelle Myers: It would be difficult to argue that Olivia Rodrigo's music is sonically innovative or even especially interesting. Once you get past the initial delight of "teen pop Breeders," you're left with a few sticky tunes and a trove of snappy one-liners you can append to an Instagram story you hope your crush and/or ex will like. Of her 2023 singles, "Get Him Back!" has the cleverest, most caption-worthy lyrics, which means it's her strongest release yet. [9]

Katherine St Asaph: One of the weaker songs on Guts, "Get Him Back" is largely indistinguishable from various lightly sassy artists of pop past--midcareer Taylor, mostly--with bigger riffs but less punchy punchlines. And on the subject of pop past, given the widespread press salivation over Olivia's influences it feels underremarked-upon that Fiona Apple already did a track with this conceit, and it was better. [4]

Oliver Maier: Olivia can be quippy to a fault, particularly in storytelling mode, but I find her sense of humour refreshing and pretty genuine -- I can't imagine this song working from someone like Taylor, even if this sounds like "We Are Never Getting Back Together" by way of Reputation. There are plenty of popstars who will tell you that they still fancy someone who was bad for them without daring to reach for a line as pathetic and self-exposing as "I want to make him lunch". Hook's good, too. [7]

Josh Love: As much as I love Taylor, she's a huge dork who laughs at her own jokes (actually not a point against her in my book, but still). Olivia is so much naturally cooler and more withering, so she can sell a line like "He said he's 6'2" / I'm like 'dude, nice try'" while hardly lifting an eyebrow. I also love how "I am my father's daughter / So maybe I can fix him" subtly subverts the expectation that you'd hear "mother" there instead. [8]

Alex Ostroff: All of the attitude and humour and '90s guitars of "Bad Idea Right?" filtered through Taylor's "We Are Never Getting Back Together" and mid-career Avril. The chorus is the biggest and hookiest and poppiest on the album, so naturally it's the one I like the least. Still, points for "I pour my little heart out / but as I'm hitting send / I picture all the faces of my disappointed friends" and "I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks." [7]

Nortey Dowuona: More piss-take Beastie Boys raps, bright excited chant chorus, the same disappointment from her friends, the excellent whisper "so maybe I can fix him." But this one has the line "I want to meet his mom, just to tell her son sucks," so it's obviously better. And there's a great guitar riff in the back, so it's really better. And yes you got him good -- his mom is typing an angry comment on a 2-years-dead blog to refute this. [10]

Michael Hong: "But I am my father's daughter, so maybe I could fix him" is the kind of out-of-pocket thing your friend says to you, which you smile and laugh off because you're not interested in starting a fight. Kind of bad, kind of fun, but Rodrigo's final attempt to anthemize its final chorus with a lighter-up sing-along is an awkward conclusion to her giggled banter. [5]

Alfred Soto: Her commitment to writing like teens talk and thinking like teens write separates her from those who poeticize these states. "Get Him Back!" says what it needs in declarative sentences, which, if you think about it, are not how teens express themselves either. She seems immune to bad faith. [7]

Jonathan Bradley: With a chorus that romps rambunctiously enough to set off the crowd at a late '90s Warped Tour show, you might almost miss how well Rodrigo's rapping captures the overthinker's cursed inner-monologue. (Rodrigo is the kind of over-thinker quick with a witty quip and a self-aware observation.) "Brutal," took the same tack, but that song was a doom spiral; this is anthemic enough to have an acoustic guitar break out strumming the bridge. [8]

Andrew Karpan: A thrillingly monster pop-punk riff dedicated to the subject of dating the kind of faceless rich people that Drake writes songs about wanting to be. Of course, being mid can be as contagious as anything else. [5]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: My enjoyment of this perfectly good song has been significantly diminished ever since I figured out that she's 100% doing the "Werewolf Bar Mitzvah" flow. [6]

Aaron Bergstrom: Sometimes I just stop and reflect on how lucky I am to be living at a time when I can write the words "prominent Butthole Surfers influence" about one of the five biggest pop stars in the world, then come to find out that two major publications beat me to it. Long live our slacker-rock princess. [9]

Brad Shoup: Speaking of "Pepper," "I can taste you on my lips/And smell you in my clothes" was a pop couplet about 20 years ahead of its time. That song was blanketed in a psychedelically surreal menace. That cloud isn't here (only the ramshackle rap), but Rodrigo's casual note about her ex's temper makes the menace uncomfotably clear. The conceit is dichotomy, but not like the crazy/beautiful regurgitation of "Bad Things". Doubling her vocal on the verses just makes thematic sense, but on the chorus, she multiplies: manufacturing consensus. [6]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The weakest of the Guts singles, if only because the verses' talk-singing is of narrative importance more than anything else. Rodrigo's most awkward phrasing and strained attempts at cleverness are all over this, surely in the name of relatability. What ultimately sticks is the double meaning of the titular line; all this humdrum storytelling feels perfunctory when the dizziness and spontaneity of the chorus comes crashing through. The bombast is so polite that it could be a campfire chant, and the faux straight-laced presentation reflects the sophistication of her songwriting, leaving the rest of the track feeling comparatively shallow. [5]

Will Adams: Frustratingly anonymous by Rodrigo's standards, "Get Him Back!" puts all its points on a massive shout-along chorus at the expense of having anything else to say. [5]

Frank Falisi: To attribute a maybe apocryphal sentiment to the piano man: the keyboard is a percussive instrument. You pound it and it creates its own space, space which, in turn, is filled by collapsing mallets. And what about percussion? Is this the song with the drums? The drums dictate melody! They're meant to be sung to, like guitars. On "Get Him Back!", all lower-case and exclamation bang, the drum set drags Olivia's voice around that most familiar narrative: sour love, curdled absence, and the slip-rap hem-hawing of getting a half-beloved back. Her voice hits skin, halts, snaps and turns on a beat. What does it sound like? Who does it sound like? And then, the greatest trick a pop song can pull off: it reminds you of everything you can't recall because you don't have a name or word for it yet. [9]

Taylor Alatorre: Not since Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" has a tentpole pop single been constructed entirely out of the intention to cause as much visceral annoyance in one's critics as possible. (Taylor made a few worthy attempts, but she couldn't dethrone the Motherfucking Princess.) Going by the reviews, of course, Rodrigo doesn't seem to have many capital-C Critics these days, but what can a song like this be other than a big-budget reaction to the idea that, somewhere out there, someone hates us? And the idea that, you know what would be really funny? If we made them hate us even more. Rodrigo takes this hyper-awareness of self and runs with it, making a virtue out of bratty petulance in a way that was thought to be extinct outside of bands with names like State Champs and FRND CRCL. Getting an acoustic breakdown with gang vocals onto pop radio in 2023 is an achievement in itself, and apart from the inexplicably Pinkerton-aping "All-American Bitch," it's the moment where Rodrigo's simulacrum of a simulacrum of punk most approaches the real-fake thing. "Get Him Back!" is the aural equivalent of those Dark Brandon memes with the glowing red eyes, though distinctly different in that it requires less pretending and will likely age better in ten years. [7]

Hannah Jocelyn: I have no idea how "hits" work in 2023. I've been following this YouTuber named Spectrum Pulse for several years now, who's spent the past decade meticulously tracking the Billboard charts. Those charts are something of a no-man's-land right now, with years-old songs making dramatic comebacks, new records disappearing immediately after debuting at #1, and the entire fucking spectrum of country crowding out any pop or even rap (!). It reminds me a bit of the shift in 2016, when once-surefire hits like "Into You" underperformed in favor of moodier music. I don't know where the shift is going now, if it's even shifting to anything. What I do know is that a chorus like the one on "Get Him Back!" belongs to a smash, and it would have been one even a year ago. The double entendre of the title is wonderfully mischievous, Rodrigo sounds phenomenal, and Dan Nigro's Passion Pit-aping production is as good as his work's sounded since "Deja Vu." It's not a revelation like that song, one of the greatest pop songs of the 2020s so far, but it doesn't have to be. Clearly, it wouldn't matter if it was. [9]

Leah Isobel: Does "Get Him Back!" have the emotional weight of "Vampire" or the joyfully nihilistic invention of "Bad Idea Right?" No. Instead, it has something simpler: an absolute fucking 15-story kaiju monster of a hook. Sometimes that's all it takes. [9]

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[ronaldreeves97]

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How To Woo Your Ex Wife Back

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 108 Scans and Rough TL

Scans

Page 1

Side Text: Prepared for his anger

Takinami: So you are all together...

Chika: I'm sorry Takinami, is my fault for running off and-

sfx: pang

Chika: Gah!

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Takinami: I'm glad you are ok

Page 3

Takinami: In any case, let's go back to school now

Natsu: Ex.. cuse me.

Natsu: Is it ok if I stay? Sei's still...

Natsu: ...I'm sorry for what's happened...

Chika: You don't have anything to apologize for

Chika: I am ok, so...

Side text: The aftermath of Uzuki's incident--...

Chapter title: #108 [I]

Page 4

Chika: That being said...

Sane: You were called to the principal's office...

Mittsu: Calm down, Chika! Exhaale, inhaaaale!

Sane: That's not it!

Chika [thoughts]: What if we still get in trouble...

Kota: Calm down, guys...

Chika[thoughts]: The club activities were banned in the first place. And on top of that, they got the police involved, right? Isn't that super bad? Ah, but Hozuki took a video... No, but going and making this scene is a problem in itself---

Takinami: Excuse the intrusion, the koto club has returned.

Chika: Wa- Wait, Takinami! I'm still not ready--

Isaki: Chika!!!

Page 5

Chika: Eh, Isaki...

Isaki: Are you ok!? Are you? Oh no! Your face is hurt!!

Chika: Wait a moment, why is Isaki here?

Isaki: The teachers called me!

Satowa: Akira-sensei as well?

Akira: Yes. My blood seriously froze.

Isaki: ...Good grief... I absolutely lost years of my life

Page 6

Isaki: Before something like this happens, rely on me a little, I beg you.

Chika: ...I'm sorry

Isaki: No, I'm sorry as well. I just covered you in snot

Chika: Hey.

Principal: Kudo-kun

Chika: !

Page 7

sfx: ba-dump

Chika: ---Ah... I

Chika: What happened today is---

Principal: It must have been hard

Chika: ...Eh

Page 8

Principal: Takaoka-kun consulted beforehand. He told us something like this could happen.

Tetsuki: That bastard... He'd sacrifice his own brother just to see Chika suffer...

Tetsuki: I won't let him

Page 9

Principal: I see... Something like that happened... It is worrying, no doubt

Takinami: Have you talked about this with the others?

Tetsuki: Not yet.

Tetsuki: I don't want to put an unnecessary burden on them at this time. If something big happens, I will tell Kurata-senpai first

Takinami: I see.

Tetsuki: You don't believe my story? About Chika being falsely charged, too.

Vice-Principal: Eh? No, it's not that.

Page 10

Vice-Principal: Is just... I'm a little surprised. For you to turn to us teachers like this.

Tetsuki: --- Is because I need the power of adults.

Tetsuki: If the other party were to do something to get the police involved again, there's no realistic way for us students to deal with it on our own.

Tetsuki: And the Koto Club is preparing for the Nationals right now

Tetsuki: If something happens, even if it's not our fault, the Tournament's organization might make a bad decision.

Page 11

Tetsuki: There are situations where students can't intervene on their own.

Tetsuki: For that reason, we need adults who can prepare in advance, and be our allies.

Tetsuki: As many and as soon as possible. If something happens, it will be too late. Chika will for sure be at a disadvantage. If we don't do what we have to do, that's how they will play it.

Page 12

Tetsuki: So please, help me. Please, protect him.

Page 13

Sane: ...Are you for real...

Satowa: Takaoka-kun

Principal: After that, I immediately consulted with the police and asked them to increase their patrols around the school and on the way to school.

Principal: About the competition... We also contacted the organizers of the tournament

Page 14

Principal: At first, the school didn't react well to the situation since, no matter how much the school asked for help, nothing had happened yet...

Principal: However, the vice principal lobbied us through various channels. Takinami-sensei was also very helpful.

Sane, Kota, Mittsu: Oooooh

Takinami: There's no need to talk about me.

Sane, Kota, Mittsu: Why!? I wanna hear!!

Principal: Then, when the video on social media happened, the police and school saw and said "Oh, this actually really bad"

Sane, Kota, Mittsu: Wait, but what did Suzu-chan-sensei do!?

Hiro: Kurata, you knew about this?

Takezou: I just heard about it yesterday. I wanted to tell you about it today at lunchtime but...

Sane: Eh, wait. But that means---...

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Principal: Is all right. We all understand.

Vice-principal: The school, the competition's organization, and the police have been given all this information and have a general idea of what's going on.

Principal: I can't say I'm too optimistic right now, but...

Page 16

Principal: All of you... We all know that you have been putting in a tremendous amount of effort, from early mornings to lunch breaks and late into the night.

Principal: ...you must have been through a lot. And you must have been scared.

Principal: You really worked hard to get here.

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Principal: You can all rest assured, and proudly go to the National Competition. We will do everything in our power to help and support you.

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*No text*

Page 20

Sane: Chikaa!!! Aren't you glad!

Mittsu: uooooooh I'm so glaaad!!

Kota: Everything will be fine now!!

Page 21

Chika: y... you.

Chika: Tetsuki

Chika: Thank... y.

Page 22

Vice-principal[flashback]: This brat did the same thing last year. The culprit must be him. How should we penalize him---

Page 23

Sane: Woah, I feel like I just got a huge weight out of my shoulders---

Hiro: For real!

Page 24

Tetsuki: Just so you know, we are not officially in the clear yet.

Sane, Mittsu, Kota: No, we are gonna be fine. I got a feeling is all going to be just fine.

Kota: Right, Chika!

Chika: Ye- yeah.

Hiro: This is such a relief, right, Kurata?

Takezou: ...yeah.

Hiro: ...? What is it?

Takezou: No, it's nothing.

Hiro: Is... Is that so...?

Chika: Wa.. it

Takezou: !

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Chika: ...Um I- I'm so...rry. I made such a big problem... and got you all involved...

Takezou: No, that is all right.

Chika: !

Chika [thoughts]: It doesn't look like...

Chika: I... See...

Chika: ...... .......

Chika: Hey... I get the feeling... Are you mad with me?

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Takezou: I didn't want to put a damper on the celebratory mood, but...

Takezou: This.

Note: Withdrawal from club activities notice. 2-F. Kudo Chika.

Chika: !

Sane: That...

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Chika: Why do you have...

Takezou: I got it from Takinami-sensei

Takezou: If Takaoka-kun hadn't been discretely making his moves, Hozuki-san hadn't taken that video as proof, and our attendance in the National competition had been canceled.

Takezou: Were you really meaning to use this?

Chika: ...I

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Sfx: Slap

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Takezou: Don't ever try to sacrifice yourself again!!!

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Chika: ... I am so sorry

Tetsuki: Buhahahahahah

Tetsuki: That's senpai for you!!

Chika: Tetsuki...

Tetsuki: Woaaah I'm not a match for Senpai, am I? Chika!

Hiro: So you've been mad because of that all this time!

Sane: I think one hit is not enough. You guys, don't hold back

Chika: Hey!

Satowa: Kudo underestimates us too much.

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Takezou: Kudo-kun, you said this at the very beginning, right?

Chika [flashback]: What grandpa treasured, I want to protect it and come to know it.

Takezou: I... and maybe Kudo-kun too, thought it was about the koto or the koto club, but...

Takezou: The most important thing was...

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*No text*

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Mittsu: What, Chika are you crying again? You are such a crybaby--!

Chika: Shut up...

Kota: Gyaah

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sfx: bzz bzz bzz

Chika [text message]: Seems like everything is gonna be fine!

Chika [text message]: See ya at club!

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Career Tips for Students Pursuing Bachelor of Arts in Psychology

Psychology is a fascinating subject. It will help in understanding human behaviour. B.A. Psychology is a three-year undergraduate course that teaches about the mind and how it works. This course is a good option for students who have an interest in the human mind, its working, and its impact on human behaviour. They can explore different human feelings, how they act in different situations under different conditions, various factors affecting the behaviour (social, biological, cognitive, or emotional), and more.

Here are some of the career tips for students pursuing a bachelor of arts in psychology:

●      Choose the area of specialisation: It is important for students to choose the area of specialisation that will help them further in defining their career path. Some of the areas available for specialisation could be:

1.     Health

2.     Clinical

3.     Educational

4.     Occupational

5.     Counselling

6.     Research

7.     Neuro

8.     Forensic

9.     Sports and exercise

●      Internship: Psychology is more of an applied degree. So it is good for students if they do some internships with the leading psychologist in their area of specialisation. This will help them get a good amount of experience and knowledge other than bookish knowledge. Internships prepare them for their future professional life. Practical learning is as important as theoretical knowledge. Students should not skip the steps of taking good internships.

●      Various career options: B.A. Psychology as a subject opens many career options for students depending on their interest and their area of specialisation :

1.     Psychologist

2.     Psychotherapist

3.     Educational psychologist

4.     Teacher

5.     Human resource manager

6.     Social worker

7.     Counsellor

 BA Psychology: Different fields students can enter

 To make it more understandable, here we have subdivided the career according to the field of work:

1.     Education: Students who want to work in the education sector can go for higher studies after completing their B.A. Psychology. They can do a masters or Ph.D. in their specialised subjects. They can become professors of psychology in some good colleges. Another field in the education sector could be educational psychology. An educational psychologist works on the different learning methods of people in different surroundings, such as schools, offices, and workshops. They research and develop new methods of giving knowledge.

2.     Research: Students who are interested in making their career in the research field can contact any research agency or other way to do their studies. Students can also do research work for governmental agencies. This way, you can be part of policymaking. Your research work can be used for the development of society.

3.     Healthcare and therapy: In this field, students should have a feeling of serving and compassion. Some of the options in the healthcare and therapy field include:

●      Psychotherapist: A psychotherapist helps people to deal with their psychological issues, including various emotional and relationship issues, anxiety, stress, and addiction. To treat their patients, they can use methods such as integrative psychotherapy, art therapy, behavioural methods, Hypno psychotherapy, and many more.

●      Social worker: students can work as social workers where they will help people who are in need. They could be a group of vulnerable children or elderly people. Social workers safeguard them and help them in improving their situation.

●      Counsellor: A counsellor helps people to come out on better terms with their emotions and experiences. Counsellors listen patiently to needy people and help them in making better choices. It is a kind of talking therapy.

 Are you looking for a good college for B.A. psychology?

Unitedworld School Of Liberal Arts & Mass Communication (USLM), Karnavati University offers B.A.Psychology. The curriculum focuses on counselling psychology, applied psychology and experimental psychology to give students in-depth knowledge and understanding of the subjects. The college has well-experienced and highly qualified faculty. The college has tech-equipped classes as well as laboratories so that there is a balance between academics and research, theory, and practical training.

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Pairings: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Wanda lets you have a little freedom and you take advantage of it.

Warnings: dark themes

A/N: I was going to do one long part to show the aftermath/consequences of what the reader did, but decided to leave you on a cliffhanger instead 😏 you have my permission to yell at me for it though. I’ll be posting part 9 tomorrow!

Previous part

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“Hey, printsessa.”

You looked up from your bowl of cereal, offering Wanda a smile that widened as she approached, placing a gentle palm on your cheek when she leaned down to kiss you.

“Good morning, Wan. I’m almost done,” you added as you gestured to your bowl, and she shook her head.

“That’s not what I came over here for, although we do need to leave soon.”

“Oh, then what’s going on?” you questioned before shoveling your last spoonful in.

“I wanted to give you this.” She grabbed your hand and turned it over, dropping an iPad into your palm. “My meeting at the tower will be pretty long and then we have to wait another hour or so for Tash to get back from her mission, so I don’t want you to get bored. I downloaded all the games you like and a reading app.”

“Thank you, Wan.”

She responded to your gratitude with a kind smile and a kiss on your forehead, grabbing your dishes as she pulled away and taking them over to wash. You unlocked the iPad, using the time Wanda was distracted to quickly download Instagram and log in. A few DMs popped up once the app loaded, and the one that caught your eye first came from your ex-girlfriend, Brittani Gray.

Hey! I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but I’ll be in your city this week for work! I hate to be so last minute, but I’m only free to meet today.

The message was sent an hour ago, and you found yourself quickly responding to her before you had time to think about your actions. You named the place you wanted to meet in and closed the app, switching over to a game just as Wanda walked away from the sink.

“Ready to go?” she asked and you nodded sweetly, your expression dripping in false innocence.

-

“There she is!”

You looked up from subconsciously counting the tiles in front of your feet, meeting the eyes of the billionaire that owned the tower you just entered.

“You must be the girlfriend. Tony Stark, nice to meet you, kid.”

You told him your name and extended a hand, fighting the urge to roll your eyes or gag when he grabbed and planted a kiss on the back of it. He then moved on to address Wanda, and you wandered over to a nearby armchair, removing the iPad from the little crossbody satchel you were given to carry it in. You plugged in earbuds and turned on some music while you kept yourself busy with another game until a hand touched your knee.

“Hey.” Wanda’s eyes seemed to sparkle when you met her gaze, and you couldn’t help the look of adoration you gave her. “I’ll be upstairs, but if you need something you ask one of the secretaries to call me. Love you, baby.”

A kiss was dropped on the top of your head before she quickly walked away with Tony, and you knew she was probably kicking herself for the declaration. Despite how much the two enjoyed controlling most aspects of your life, the one thing they never pushed for was a confession of love. Natasha and Wanda knew they loved you, but they wanted you to have the freedom to realize it on your own, so they made it a point not to use the phrase until then.

Another hour or so passed while you busied yourself with sudoku, crosswords, or the occasional coin collecting game until you got bored with it. You then moved onto people watching until a notification came in from Instagram.

I’ll be there in about 20 minutes!

You quickly logged out and deleted the Instagram app, tucking the device away safely in the bag as you got up and exited the tower. Walking to the main street, you quickly hailed a cab, double-checking that the cash you swiped a few days ago while Wanda took a shower was still in your pocket. You paid the driver once you were dropped off and went inside the building.

“Brittani?” you called, your lips forming a grin when she faced you. “Hey! How are you?”

“Hey, I’m great!” she replied as she brought you into her embrace, examining you head to toe when she pulled away. “What about you? I have to imagine pretty well...you’re definitely glowing.”

“Really?” you questioned almost sarcastically with an incredulous expression.

“Yeah, you seem happy.”

“Happy to see you as usual,” you told her casually as you looked around the café. “I’m gonna grab a table while you order.”

“You don’t want anything? My treat.”

“Well, I already ate but I’ll take a--”

“Smoothie?” she finished for you with a teasing grin. “I already know which one.”

You laughed and shook your head as you stepped away to find a table far from the street side of the building, not wanting to be seen by anyone that knew your girlfriends. Brittani sat in front of you a few minutes later with her coffee and muffin, handing your smoothie and a straw over and beaming when your hands brushed.

“You know, as happy as I am that you agreed to meet, I’m very surprised to be sitting here with you now.” She glanced at your confused frown and continued. “Even though things didn’t end terribly between us, I’d always assumed you moved so far to get a fresh start and let go of everything in the past or something.”

“I guess in a way I did but...I don’t know.” A heavy sigh left your lips as you turned your attention to your smoothie. “I was pretty depressed when we broke up because I hadn’t been single in so long. I didn’t know how to handle it and every reminder of you made me angry. I’d planned to go even farther away than this.”

“What stopped you?” she questioned curiously, and her gentle tone helped you feel safe enough to meet her gaze again.

“I just thought that if I was going to move anywhere, it should be for me and not because I’m running from something or someone. So I thought a lot about what I really wanted, did some research and somehow ended up in New York.”

“Well I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you,” she confessed as she leaned forward to grab one of your hands. “Breakup or not, we were friends first, and it feels so weird to not have been there for a rough moment in your life.”

“I know, but everything went how it should’ve,” you assured her, laying your other hand on top of hers. “Had you been there, I would’ve tried to be with you again and I never would’ve learned the things about myself that I did.”

“I’m glad it all worked out then. So have you dated since then or…?” Your eyes widened a bit in panic and she quickly pulled her hands away. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“No no, it’s okay.” Your own hands shifted back to your smoothie, and you took a sip with a smile. “So, I see you got that promotion you wanted.”

The conversation moved on from there to details about her job, and she explained all the traveling and salary increases that came with it. You found it easy to listen to her, even though you didn’t understand half of what she was saying, simply enjoying the normalcy of it all. Although you were able to find little moments of enjoyment in your insane relationship with Natasha and Wanda, it’d been a while since you just sat in a public place with someone who wasn’t looking over their shoulders for an enemy most of the time. It was nice.

“So then we somehow ended up with 60 pieces of dessert even though we only ordered 20!”

“Britt, I’m not seeing the problem here.”

She cackled loudly in a contagious way that made it so easy to join in. The two of you were so caught up in laughing that neither of you noticed someone approaching your table until you felt a stern hand gripping the back of your neck and Natasha’s cold voice in your ear.

“You have ten seconds to get in the car before I drag you there myself.”

-

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Staring at the Sun ➤ Evan Buckley

Chapter One: You’re Fucking Joking.

Warnings: shooting, gunshot, blood, hospitals

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Injuries on the job, especially as a firefighter, was nothing new. You had to be ready to endure whatever came at you, it was apart of the job description to be frank. But nothing could prepare Marceline Pierce for getting fucking shot, not once, but twice. The first bullet hit her in the thigh, luckily barely missing her femoral artery and stayed lodged in there, while the second on swiped clean through her left abdomen.

The call was to an cocaine overdose at a suburban mansion, and whilst everyone else was helping the victim, Marceline and Buck searched the rest of the house for the person who dialed 9-1-1. They made the stupid decision to split up so they could more ground because when I tell you the mansion was huge, it was. That’s when Marceline found who they were looking for in the bathroom.

It was a white male, early thirties and completely coked up by the smudged white lines on the marbled counter along with the white power covering his nose. He looked severely disheveled and was waving a gun around, muttering to himself and pacing back and forth. Marceline tried to talk the guy down, keeping her hands up to show that no she wasn’t a threat but didn’t keep her guard down. If worse came to worse, she was going to try and take the gun.

After that, everything was kind of... hard for her to remember if you could believe it. There were certain things she could remember, like how she was carefully walking towards the guy, Johnny that was his name, when Buck suddenly entered the room in search for Marceline. Johnny then pointed to gun at Buck, the last person, she wanted to be near a fucking gun.

So she acted on instinct, her mind yelling at her to make sure Buck was safe. Marceline charged towards Johnny, and when her hands were wrapped around his wrists, it went off and her left thigh was on fire. But it didn’t matter, Buck was still in danger. She groaned, biting through the pain as she staggering towards Johnny when he shot at her again but this time aiming for her side.

That’s when she finally fell, sort of slow-mo like as she bled onto the tiled floors.

Bobby was suddenly hovering over her, so was Chimney. Talking was hard at the time, so she just stared blankly at her Captain as one of the paramedics tried to stabilize her for transport. Buck was suddenly there too, he looked angry and seemed to be shouting but to be honest, Marceline couldn’t hear what he was saying.

But... where was Johnny?

Was the gun away?

Was Buck safe now?

Her mind was spinning.

She was then inside of the ambulance, Bobby beside her and holding her hand as he and Chimeny told her to stay awake. And Marceline tried, she really did. 

But, fuck, her eyes were heavy, almost as if someone put bricks on them.

So against her Captain’s orders, she slept.

Later, much later, Marceline woke up in a hospital room to the beeping of machines she was hooked up on and a cartoon playing incessantly on the shitty TV. Sitting beside her was her best friend, roommate, and ex-girlfriend Nicolette Bishop.

Apparently, she’s been out for four days from a medically induced coma after the shooting incident. Her team has been visiting since then, leaving small gifts and reading to her until she woke up. Even Nic’s daughter, Gemma came to visit a few times and proof of that was her poorly painted toenails and drawings left by her bedside.

Even though she was glad to be alive, Marceline couldn’t help but wonder if Buck was okay. Her chest was tight with anxiety at that thought.

Were her efforts in vain?

Did she really get fucking shot for nothing?

“No, Buck’s fine.” Nic told her as she fluffed Marceline’s pillow for the hundredth time that hour. “He visited you while you were out, just talking about random things, I didn’t really hear him.”

She relaxed at that, inwardly smiling at the fact that he was here when she was asleep.

The doctor said she’d be out of commission for at least a month and a half to heal properly and then another for physical therapy and check-ups.

Marceline fucking hated that. She verbalized that to her doctor, who wasn’t surprised and just shrugged before leaving.

What was she supposed to do till then? Sit her ass on the couch in front of the television and watch shitty reality TV? Plus, she knew Nic was going to baby the hell out of her till she could walk by herself.

But Nic wasn’t the only person ready to help Marceline.

By the time Marceline was released from the hospital, the 118 had already prepared a schedule where they’d take turns to spend the afternoon with her when they had the days off.

The last thing she wanted as her team to step into her home, one of the few places where she could separate her work life with her home life. But it’s not like she was able to have a say in any of this.

Nic was absolutely thrilled for the extra help, knowing that she’d be a little preoccupied from her job as a caretaker to take anymore personal days off, when only the month before Gemma was sick with a stomach bug.

For the next two months and a half, Marceline was bombarded by Bobby’s cooking, Chimney’s horrible jokes, and Hen’s warm hugs. As for Buck? Well he visited a little less than the rest of them, continuously thanking her for basically saving his life. The poor woman didn’t know how to respond to this, only lamely shrugging and picking at her nails while saying, “I just did what anyone else would do...” for the one’s they love...

In between those heartfelt visits, Athena Grant came by to give her a stern talking to about charging at someone with a loaded weapon. For as long as Marceline could remember, Athena was the mother-figure she never had growing up in the foster system and always fretted when she did something a little too reckless on the job.

“What the hell were you thinking? That druggie had a gun pointing at you, Marceline! You’re obviously not bulletproof!” Athena would go on a tangent, wagging her finger at the younger woman. 

“But he pointed the gun at Buck too, Athena!” Marceline shot back with a type of ferocity that the cop never saw before. “I...I didn’t think at the time, I know that but... I didn’t care what happened to me.” she chewed at her lower lip as she stared at the older woman. “Buck was in danger, I just- I had to- I would never forgive myself if something-” happened to him.

Marceline broke down, her hands now shaking as tears spilled out of her eyes. She broke eye contact with Athena, covering her face with her shaky hands to hid how embarrassed and vulnerable she felt in this moment.

Athena watched the young woman that she considered one of her own as she was struck with a realization. “You’re in love with him, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Marceline whimpered, curling herself in a ball that wouldn’t break her stitches.

“Oh, baby,” Athena sat down next to her and wrapped her arms around the weeping woman before pulling her into a side hug. “I’m sorry for giving you a hard time, I was just worried about you.” she placed a kiss to Marceline’s hair. “But I understand. We do crazy things for the people we love.”

Marceline was finally cleared to go back to work in the next two weeks. Her confession was only known to Athena and Nic (the latter only learning this piece of information months beforehand with a drunk Marceline going on and on about why she loves Buck), and was never spoken about again.

But after her sort of near death situation, Marceline decided that she should tell Buck how she feels. Even if he was a self-diagnosed sex addict. It didn’t matter. Life was too short to have any regrets, right?

Marceline came to her first day back with anxiety settling in her bloodstream, her blue duffel bag hung over her shoulder. She was glad that there was no one greeting her or anything, it was as if she never got shot. All she wanted was to get back to work and have everything go by smoothly. Then she walked over to her locker, “PIERCE” written in neat, bold handwriting and stuffed her things inside.

“Mars, come up, breakfast is getting cold!” Bobby shouted over the railing.

She grinned. God, she missed Bobby’s cooking. Not that she didn’t have constant access to it because there were literally tons of leftovers currently sitting in her fridge, but it was different when Bobby cooked at the fire station. Now, it was actually a home cooked meal.

“Alright, Bobby, hold on,” she yelled back at him before ascending up the stairs, holding the railing because wow did these steps get bigger somehow?

And as she finally reached the top steps, she almost immediately wanted to turn around run away.

“Welcome back, Marceline!” everyone cheered and smiled excitedly underneath a large, brightly colored banner hung up above.

Fuck, this is not what she wanted. “Oh gosh,” she started, her hand finding it’s way into her hair. “You guys really didn’t have to-”

“Ba-ba-ba,” Chimney shook his head and stepped forward before slinging his arm around her shoulder. “Yes we did, we’ve missed your brooding presence inside the truck and had to celebrate your return.”

"Look, we know you didn’t want a big welcome back kind of party, so it’s just us, some cake, and pure vibes.” Hen looked at Marceline thoughtfully with a small smile.

It really was just Bobby, Hen, Chimney, and Athena. The presence of Buck was missing, but that wasn’t too surprising, he tended to be late to almost everything.

Bobby then held up a cake with a bright smile. “It’s ice cream cake, your favorite.”

Yes, ice cream cake is indeed Marceline’s favorite. And, yes, she really did not want to make a big deal about her return... but the hopeful and expecting looks on her teams faces made her throw away her previous reservations.

“Alright, fine.” she sighed before playfully shoving Chimney’s arm off of her shoulder. “I guess, I’ll enjoy myself until we have a call.”

“Ah, that’s the spirit!” Athena smiled and clapped her hands together. “Okay, here are the plates and the utensils-”

“Hey guys, sorry for being late,” Buck’s voice filled the air and Marceline almost instantly whipped around with a dumbest smile on her face. “But I wanted to bring Abby,”

Abby? Who the fuck was Abby?

Marceline’s smile wavered at the sight of a redheaded woman who was at least double her own age standing behind Buck. With closer inspection, they were holding hands.

Oh...

“That’s alright Buck, c’mon and get some cake before Marceline eats the whole thing,” Bobby smiled at the other man and waved the couple over.

"Well, I felt a little silly coming here without anything so I brought brownies,” Abby smiled lightly, holding up store-bought brownies as she walked over.

“All food is welcomed,” Athena replied in kind to her before sneaking at glance at Marceline who stood scarily still and was obviously biting back a few emotions.

Abby nodded and placed the brownies on the table as she took a plate that Buck handed her before turning her attention to Marceline. “Hi, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Abby, I’ve heard great things about you”

Marceline hated how almost on sight she hated Abby’s guts. And it was over a stupid fucking reason, a boy. God, way to be less of a fucking feminist, Marceline.

So she put on one of her best “this is fine, I’m perfectly okay” which meant a tight smile plastered on her face and shoved every dark and ugly emotion she had into the deepest parts of her soul.

You could do this, you can fake being nice and perfectly okay, you’ve done this your whole life.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Abby, I’m Marceline,”

@skyslowalking​ & @beelarson 4 u darlings <3​

[naruto-ichigo-soul-kyobabe]

Ateez reaction to you being on the phone with someone and calling them “a friend”

This was requested by anon so I hope they like it! :) 

Hongjoong 

You and Hongjoong were having a movie night at your place. The two of you were being all snuggly on the couch when your phone started ringing, which startled you both. 

“Wah, put it on silent, y/n!” Hongjoon said clutching his chest. “Almost gave me a heart attack.” 

You told him to hush as you answered your phone. “Hi mom~ how are you? Oh I’m fine, I’m just watching movies with a friend! I’ll call you later, okay? I love you too.” 

You hung up your phone and were ready to snuggle back into Hongjoong’s arms, but when you turned back to him he had his arms cross and a frown on his face. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked confused. 

“”A friend”?” He asked clearly upset. “I thought I was your boyfriend. But I guess not.” 

“Ah, baby, no. Let me explain.” You said quickly. “My mom is very protective and even though I’m an adult.. she would chew my ear off if she knew I was with my boyfriend late at night.” 

Hongjoong continued to pout and looked away from you. 

“Baby please, don’t be like that.” You said wrapping your arms around him and planting kisses all over his face. “I love you so much. I’m just scared of my mom.” 

He burst into giggles hearing you say that. “Okay okay. I forgive. I’m sometimes scared of my mom too.” He opened his arms and hugged you. “And I love you too.” 

You both went back to enjoying your movie night. 

Seonghwa 

Note: E/n- ex’s name 

You and Seonghwa decided to grab some Starbucks before walking around the mall. You both had some errands that needed to be done there and the two of you often did this together. The two of you were holding hands in a middle of a conversation when your phone rang. 

“So I told Wooyoung that he better clean it up now or -“ 

“Sorry babe, hold on I’m getting a call.” You answered your phone. “Hello..? Oh.. how did you get my number?... My mom.. what for?... Not that it’s any of your business e/n but I am out with a friend right now and I-“ 

Seongwha grabbed the phone from you absolutely upset that not only your ex boyfriend had called you, but that you also referred to him as “friend” 

“Hi, this is y/n’s BOYFRIEND and I am going kindly ask you to NEVER contact her again. Or else you and I are going to have a problem? Got it?” And without waiting for a response he hung up. 

You knew you had messed up by the tone in Seongwha’s voice. You could tell how hurt he was. 

“Seongwha, love, I-I’m sorry..” you trailed off not sure what to say. 

Seongwha grabbed you hand and held it tightly while looking into your eyes. “Y/n, please tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for your ex?” 

“What? Of course no!” You exclaimed, shocked he would even ask that. “I love you and only you!” 

“Then why did you call me your “friend” and not boyfriend?” He asked with teary eyes. 

“Omg baby, I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I’m the one who broke up with him and he took it really hard. His family is very close with mine and I just didn’t want to hurt him again.. I’m sorry that I chose his feelings over yours.” You said stroking his check. “I am so incredibly lucky to have you has my boyfriend. Plus you were so cool earlier when you told him off.” 

Seongwha gave you a shy smile. “R-really? Well, since you were just trying to avoid hurting someone’s feelings I will forgive you. However, to make up for it..” He whispered into your ear what he wanted. You started blushing furiously and just nodded, you wanted to make things right, and you loved your boyfriend so much. 

“Good girl.” He said kissing your cheek. “Let’s head home, shall we?” 

Yunho 

You were FaceTiming with your parent’s and didn’t hear your boyfriend, Yunho come home. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hey ba-“ 

“Y/n! Do you have a boyfriend?” You dad asked. 

“Do you guys live together!?” Your mother said shocked. “We allowed you to study overseas to get a good education! Not to date boys!” 

“Ahh! Nono, he’s just a friend. He’s here to study with me! But he’s a hugger just like me!” You said quickly to your parents. 

“‘Just a friend?’” Yunho said dejectedly. 

You looked at him with pleading eyes to go along with you. 

“Ah, yeah. Y/n and I are just friends. Here to study for our upcoming tests.” Yunho said sadly. 

It took a little more to convince your parents that Yunho wasn’t your boyfriend and you soon were able to hangout so you could “study.” 

“That was a close one.” You muttered to yourself. “Right, Yunho?.. Yunho?” 

You turned and saw your big baby of a boyfriend sitting on the couch sulking. You got up and wrapped your arms around him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” 

“Why did you have to lie to your parents? I really wanted to meet them as your boyfriend.. not “friend.””

“I’m sorry! If they knew I had a boyfriend.. they would find a way to get me to come home. And that I could no longer be with you!” You started placing kisses in his cheeks. “Do you want me to go away?” 

“No! Of course not!” He said turning around and pulling you onto the couch. “I would be heartbroken.” 

He started tickling you as punishment for hurting his feelings though. He then kisses your forehead. “I’ll pretend to be your friend for now.. but if we get caught again.. no promises.” 

“Okay,” you said smiling. You did want your parents to know you were dating such a wonderful man and they had nothing to worry about. 

Yeosang 

You and Yeosang were hanging out in your room, cuddling while watching TV, and after a while Yeosang was wanting more attention. He started kissing your neck and jaw, and it would have lead to a make-out session but you got a phone call. 

“Hello? Oh hi boss, how are you?” As you were trying to hear what your boss was trying to tell you, Yeosang whined beside you to hang up. 

“Hm, what was that? A boyfriend? No of course! I-I just have a friend over right now and she’s just a bit needy. Had a breakup.. aha y-yeah I remember you saying all men a scum.. oh okay you need me in early tomorrow? Yeah I can do that. Okay bye.” You said sighing as you threw your phone. 

“I’m sorry, y/n, but was that your way of saying you want to break up with me?” Yeosang asked hurt. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked confused. “Of course not! Why would I break up with you?” 

“Well why did you tell your boss your dealing with a “friend” who is going through a breakup?” He asked pouting and letting you go to cross his arms over his chest. 

“Baby, my boss is an older woman who really hates men. If any woman in the office gets a boyfriend.. then she takes out all her anger on them.” You explained. “I don’t want her to make my life a living hell at work.” 

“What, really!? You actually work for a woman like that?” Yeosang asked surprised. “You should quit!” 

“I can’t do that! I need this job until I can find a better one. So please, bare with this until then. You’re still my boyfriend and I still love you.” You pleaded. “Just can’t tell my boss.” 

“Okay. But once you get a new job you better tell everyone you’re taken and have the best boyfriend in the whole world.” He said pulling you back into his arms. 

“I promise.” You giggled. 

You smiled at you before continuing where you guys left off before the phone call had rudely interrupted. 

San 

You and your best friend San were hanging out at the arcade together like usual. You were watching him play the claw machine, he was attempting to win you a pink teddy bear that you said was really cute, and he was determine to win it for you. 

You got a phone call and saw that it was your grandma so you answered it immediately. 

“Hi grandma! How are you?.. yeah I’m good! I’m just with San. Yeah, you remember San, my friend? Yeah.. boyfriend? Aha no... oh? Blind date? I-I don’t know about that.. oh okay. Well alright I guess. Bye grandma.. love you.” You said and sighed as you ended the call. You leaned you head against the claw machine and closed your eyes. You didn’t want your grandma to set you up with anyone because there was only one boy you wanted and unfortunately he only saw you as a friend. 

“So I have been demoted from best friend to friend, now?” San asked. 

“What? Oh you heard that huh? Sorry, my grandma can’t remember a lot besides that I don’t have a boyfriend.” You laughed bitterly. 

“Do you want one?” San asked. “A boyfriend.” 

You jumped back startled from his question. “Wha- well I would. But I don’t think it will happen.” 

“Well think again.” He said smiling as he handed you the pink bear he had managed to win you. “I would like to promote you from my best friend to my girlfriend.” 

You jumped back again surprised by San’s confession. “What? You like me!?” 

“Yeah dummy. Thought it was obvious. I knew you liked me. I was just waiting for the right time to ask you out.” He said nonchalantly. “So, will you accept your promotion?” 

“Y-yes! Yes of course!” You said throwing you arms around San. “I would love to be your girlfriend.” 

He hugged you back and smirked. “Good, now call grandma back and tell her no more blind dates because you’re taken.” 

Mingi 

You, your boyfriend and the members of Ateez decided to spend the day at an amusement park. The 9 of you had been running around crazy all day, riding rides, screaming, and chickening out for certain rides. You all decided to take a break and get some food. 

“Babe, you sit down and I’ll get us something to eat.” Mingi said kissing you cheek before going off to stand in line. 

You sat down at a table waiting for Mingi to return. The others had found tables away from you two, to allow a little alone time. After a little bit you received a phone call from one of the kids you tutored English to. As you were speaking to her on the phone you heard Mingi calling you. 

“Noona! Noona! Where are you?” You spotted your giant boyfriend easily and waved him down.

“Over here, Mingi!” You called. 

“Ah Noona, there you are.” He said coming to you. “Oh you’re on the phone.” He notes as he sat down. 

“Oh what was that, sorry? My brother? Aha, oh no he’s not my brother but my friend. Yeah that’s right! Okay, I’ll see you on Tuesday for our lesson!” You said ending the call and putting your phone away. 

“Did I do something wrong?” Mingi asked quietly. 

“What? No of course not! Why would you think that?” You asked. 

“Because you told the person on the phone that I was your “friend” and not boyfriend.” He pouted. 

“Oh! Baby no. I’m sorry.” You said grabbing both his hands with yours. “It was one of my younger students just asking me a question. I just didn’t want to tell her too much personal information about myself.” 

“Really?” Mingi said giving you those eyes (🥺) that melted and broke your heart every time. 

“Of course! I love you so much and want everyone to know your my boyfriend.” You said reaching out to caress his cheek. “You make me incredibly happy and I would be heartbroken if we weren’t together.” 

He gave you that gummy smile of his while slightly blushing. “I love you too. And I feel the same way.” 

Mingi was extra clingy to you for the rest of the day, determined to let everyone in the park know you two were dating. 

Wooyoung 

You were at the dance studio watching your boyfriend practice for his upcoming stage performance. He liked when you came and kept him company. He always asked you to watch him so you could help him determine which parts need more work than others. Plus he enjoyed teasing you from time to time. Wooyoung just finished practicing when you got a phone call from your best friend, who was a huge fan of Ateez, and didn’t know you were friends with them, let alone that you were dating Wooyoung. 

“Hey, y/f/n, what’s up?” 

“Y/nnnnnnn are you ignoring me already?” Wooyoung whined when he saw you on the phone. 

“Eh, what was that? Wooyoung? No of course not! No I don’t have a boyfriend! It’s just one of my friends from work! Yeah! Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” You pressed end and laid on the floor, your heart racing from the anxiety you had just experienced. 

“Ya, y/n! Why am I your ‘friend’ all of sudden? Hmm? Am I not good enough to be your boyfriend?” Wooyoung asked laying down on you. “Explain yourself. Before I go to Seongwha and tell him how you are mistreating his baby.” 

You burst onto giggles hearing. “You give Seongwha so much stress.. I don’t think you’re HIS baby.. maybe San’s and most definitely mine.” You said stroking his hair. 

“It was my best friend, the one who loves you guys more than anything. She heard your voice and was getting suspicious. You know she can’t know or else all hell would break lose.” 

“Oh is that what happened?” He said. “Ah okay, baby I get it. I’m still your boyfriend and your baby?”

“Of course, my sweet angel.” You said kissing his nose. “Forever and always.” 

Woo started giggling while he placed kisses all over your face. “You know it’s kind of hot having to keep this a secret from people, huh?” 

“Ugh, Woo shush.” You said said pushing his shoulder. 

“Nope. I want you baby, come here.” He said before kissing your lips. “Let’s go home.. unless you wanna stay here?” 

“Omg! No let’s go home then!” You said getting out from under him and leaving the room. 

“Wait for me baby!” Wooyoung called chasing after you. 

Jongho 

You and Jongho were hanging out in his room watching videos on his phone. You were resting your head on his chest and he had his one arm around you. He was usually quite shy when you two were around other people, but when it was just the two of you, he seemed to relax a bit more. As you two were watching a video you saw you noticed you missed a phone call from your mom. 

“Oh Jongho, can you pause for a second? I need to call my mom back.” 

“Sure thing babe.” 

“Hi mom! Sorry I missed your call. What’s up?” 

“The doctor just called and said you started taking birth control!! Why? Are you doing things you shouldn’t be!?” Your mom said so loud that even Jongho could hear her. 

“Birth control?” Jongho asked surprised. 

“Who was that!? Are you with a boy? Are you doing sinful things!?” Your mom yelled. 

“No no mom! Of course not mom! It’s just my friend, a girl, not a boy! Please don’t say she sounds like a boy.. she’s self conscious about her voice.” You reassured your mom that you were good, innocent, and pure daughter, who would never think of such thoughts- after years of lying you could get her to believe anything. 

“Ughhh I shouldn’t have called her.” You said. “I’m sorry you had to what that.” 

“I-I understand why you had to call me “friend” but it kind of hurt.” Jongho said quietly while he had pouty lips. 

“Ohhh my sweet baby I am so sorry about that. If I could tell my mom I had such a loving, caring and handsome boyfriend such as yourself I would.” You leaned up and kissed his pouty lips. 

He smiled shyly at you. “Well, as long as you know I’m your boyfriend than I don’t care too much. Especially because your mom is...” 

“Crazy? Yeah I agree.” You said giggling. “I’ll let her know I have a boyfriend soon. Just gotta wait to find the best time to break her heart.” 

You snuggled back into his arms and continued watching videos together. 

[otonymous]

A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part III: Near & Far

Description: Promising beginnings and a premature end throw you into a tailspin Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: depictions of mild PTSD symptoms, mentions of death of a close family member, disappearances, “breakups,” angst, profanity Word Count: 1882 words (~9 mins of falling in love and wallowing in angst 😱😂) Author’s Notes: If you’re still following this story, please accept a giant (virtual) hug from me to you!  Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart for supporting me and this piece of work! 💖 Without further ado, I present to you part 3 of my slow-burn Shaw fic, written for the lovely @op-peccatori​ as part of my follower milestone celebration.

As always, dear reader, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, and happy reading! 😊

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“You can relax, you know.  I won’t try anything funny while you sleep, not my style.  Besides, isn’t this much better than camping out on the floor?”

Nodding your head before you realize that Shaw probably couldn’t see you in the dark, your “Yes” comes out in a mewl so pathetic you wished you could immediately take it back.

His snicker shakes the bed, reverberating across squeaky springs to where you lay beside him, right at the edge of the twin mattress as you tried not to let your hands touch.

No matter how much you wished for them to.

Beyond the window, a neon signboard paints electric shadows on your walls in splashes of pink, flashing in time to a rhythm Shaw tapped out with one foot beneath the covers.

“Is it cool if…if we didn’t draw the blinds tonight?  I can’t sleep in complete darkness.” He had asked you earlier that evening, towelling off his hair as he emerged from your bathroom wearing a shirt your ex had left behind along with your broken heart a year and a half ago.

Snoopy looked much better riding his skateboard across Shaw’s broad chest anyways.

And there, in the midst of an awkward arrangement where sleep would surely prove fleeting, the sounds of the night: the low hum of the refrigerator, the pawn shop’s sign buzzing just on the other side of the windowpane…the tick-tock of the clock on the wall, steady like Shaw’s breath beside you as it counts down precious time—

“I’ll be out of your hair first thing tomorrow morning.”  

Ba-bump.

“No, there’s…there’s no rush.  Honestly.”

“Can you really afford to miss more work because of me?”

Silence.  You couldn’t refute the truth.

“Tell you what, in exchange for putting up with me, you can ask me anything you want.  I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes; surely you must be curious about some things.  Might as well find out before I go.”

Your stomach knotted, clenching tight.  He was right.  For all you know, it was now or never.  “Why did you join?  The triad, that is.”

He is silent for a moment, as if trying to find the right words to piece together.

“I’m looking for my brother.”

Out of all possible answers, this wasn’t one you were expecting.  Turning onto your side, you study the handsome profile of his face — watching as pink mixed with lavender in the most ethereal way until you were overcome with the sense that in this vast ocean of life, you and him stood on very different shores.  Eyes still fixed on your ceiling, Shaw continues.

“He was an undercover cop, working to infiltrate the ranks of the group I’m currently a part of.  I only found out by accident, and he made me swear up and down not to breathe a word of it to mom.  Then one day…he was gone.  Just...disappeared off the face of the earth.  Mom and I went down to the station every day for months, knew the names and faces of everyone who worked in that building, but it was like Gavin never even existed.

“It was too much for her.  I came home late from school one day — found her on the floor, barely breathing.  It was dark in the apartment…so dark.  She had probably just drawn the curtains.  By the time the paramedics arrived, she was already gone.  Heart attack, they said.  

“I lie awake at night sometimes, wonder how I’m going to tell him that mom’s no longer here — go through the motions in my head, rehearsing every line.  ‘Cus I know that sooner or later, that day will come.  There’s no way he’s dead.  I know my brother.”

A glimmer at the corner of his eye catches yours.  Beneath the covers, your fingers inch towards his, finding courage in the darkness to brush against his pinky as if the sliver of warmth could express what words simply couldn’t convey.

“With mom gone, there was nothing to lose.  I joined the group, worked hard…did what they needed me to do to gain their trust, all while collecting scraps of info here and there — whatever I could get my hands on in the hopes that it’ll lead me to Gav.”

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

Tiny drops of rain speckle your windowpane.  And when Shaw’s finger hooks around yours as if in a solemn pinky swear, the tears burning your eyes finally fall.  You don’t ask him how many years it’s been, the dirty deeds he’s had to sully his hands with.  You don’t question him about the father he doesn’t mention.  All you can do is watch as a solitary drop rolls down the side of his face before soaking into lavender strands fanned out on the pillow, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows back bitterness only he knew.

In spite of it all, he is the one who chuckles when he turns towards you, eyes red rimmed even as his brows rise in feigned exasperation when he says, “Why are you crying?!  I’m the one with the tragic past here!”

And when you start to cry even harder, his soft hushes of “Shh, shh…I’m sorry, that last part was a joke.  It’s all right, everything will be okay, I promise,” burrows deep into your heart and you believe him.

Because when he reaches towards you — the thumb wiping the tears from your eyes calloused yet gentle — you are struck by a sense of overwhelming tenderness:

In the carefulness of his touch.

In the way he regards you with the sincerity of some unspoken emotion.

In the entirety of this man whom the rest of the world has already written off.

And that is when you know…

“I didn’t mean to make you cry by telling you all this, I’m sorry.”

…that you are in love with him.

“I’ll make it up to you.  Ask me another question.  Maybe something less depressing this time.”  

A smile spreads across his face.  You wished there was a way for you to keep the warmth of his hand on your cheek forever.  Sniffling, you try again.

“Wh-why did you keep coming in to my store everyday?  There’s a lot of other convenience stores in the area—”

A flash of panic in those amber eyes, and Shaw is turning over with lightning speed until all you can see is the smooth expanse of his back.

“Changed my mind.  A guy’s gotta keep some secrets!  Goodnight!”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Wrap your arms around the pillow.

“Good girls shouldn’t concern themselves with bad boys.”

Bury your face into its cushiony fill.

“Or have you forgotten that I’m wanted by the police?”

And inhale deeply.

Shaw’s scent on your sheets is faint now, so much so that you can’t be entirely sure you’re not imagining it, having gone through this ritual countless times since the day Shaw left your apartment…

…and stepped out of your life.

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“Is there…any way I could stay in touch with you?  I-I just…just want to make sure you’re okay…”

Voice trailing off, you watch as Shaw gingerly shrugs one arm then another through the sleeves of his leather jacket, still wearing the Snoopy t-shirt he had slept in the night before after you told him he could keep it.  His own was torn beyond repair, stubbornly dyed in blood regardless of how much you scrubbed at it.  And when he hesitated still, you said he would just be doing you the favour of taking out the trash.  

Smoothing down the front of his jacket, Shaw glances at the phone in your hands — eyes tracing along your eager fingers, poised to type.  The expression on his face is unreadable, as if the man you had spent the night sharing secrets with was nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

“It’s better if we don’t.  I’ll be fine, just laying low for the next while — boss’s orders.  And I don’t want the cops coming around to your place again.  Detective Whatshisname looks like he could be really good at hounding pretty girls like you.”

That smirk again, so familiar to you by now.  And in the compliment that would’ve made you blush bright red before, nothing but a smokescreen.

“Shaw, I don’t mind—”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?" The force in his voice cuts, and you barely breathe to feel his finger curl beneath your chin, tilting up your face until you have no choice but to meet his gaze.  Those eyes are dull, like molten gold frozen beneath a layer of impenetrable ice.  “Good girls shouldn’t concern themselves with bad boys.  Or have you forgotten that I’m wanted by the police?”

The shiver that runs electric down your spine makes the hairs on your skin stand on end.  It was like looking at a stranger.  Heart racing, your palms grow clammy with sweat, unsure of exactly when your phone had dropped from your hands, slipping away like…

“I don’t care about the cops!  I’ll deal with them—”

“DEAL WITH WHAT?!  You think that just because you managed to turn them away at the door that it makes you a hardened criminal?!  WE are not the same, okay?  My life is worthless.  I’ve already signed it away a long time ago, I’m ready to give it up without a second thought.  But you…you’re different. Y-you’re kind, innocent.  You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.  One day, you’ll make someone the luckiest person in the world, be a beautiful mother to beautiful children.  Don’t sell yourself short…not for someone like me.”

The silence that descends is thick, suffocating.  You don’t speak, afraid to open your mouth because it takes all your concentration just to keep the tears from spilling from your eyes.

Finally letting go of your chin, Shaw reaches behind his neck to undo the clasp on the thin gold chain he wore, the jade disc pendant that hung from it still warm from the heat of his skin when he places it in the palm of your hand.

“It’s not much, but it was a gift from my mom and the most valuable thing I own.  You saved my life, so it’s yours now.  Maybe…maybe one day, you can give it to your own child.”

Lump in your throat, you can barely breathe, let alone tell him there was no way you could accept something that precious, something that priceless.  That you didn’t drag him home that night, broken and bleeding, in the hopes of gain; not for money, not for love.

He curls your fingers around the heirloom, gentle thumb pressing on index, middle, ring then pinky in turn before your fist finds itself held tightly within the press of his much larger hand for one…two…three seconds…

…before those purple Chuck Taylors take him to your door…

Slam.

…and just like that, the man with the lavender hair is gone.

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Forgive me for trolling, but there really was only one bed LOL!  Hope you all enjoyed the latest chapter, and please stay tuned for what may be the final instalment in this Shaw saga! - XOXO

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[stardust948]

Lock and Key

Zutara Drabble December 2020 Day 9 

@zkdrabbledecember 

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27928822 

Summary: Katara breaks Zuko out of prison after he is captured for helping her in Ba Sing Se.

TW: child abuse and description of violence

Katara looked anxiously at the sky as the moon edge closer and closer towards the sun.

It was almost time.

The army let out a mighty cry as they stormed through the city. Katara waterbended a solider off his mongoose lizard and secure the animal. She glanced at Sokka who nodded in return.

"Go get the angry jerk. We got things covered here."

"Be careful, Sokka."

"You too."

The siblings embraced quickly before parting ways. Katara knew Sokka was a skilled warrior and she was so proud of him. But she couldn't help but worry. So much could go wrong today. Katara shook her head and steeled herself. She had a mission to complete. Zuko sacrificed his freedom to save her and Aang back in Ba Sing Se. Now she was going to return the favor.

Katara mounted the mongoose lizard and raced towards the dungeons. Most of the Fire Nation forces and heavy tanks were concentrated near the Capital. With the mongoose lizard's speed, she reached the dungeons in no time. Katara easily took out the guard soldiers and descended the dark damp tunnel. Zuko's cell was most likely at the very bottom, farthest away from the sun.

She finally reached the last door. The guards tried to firebend at her only to produce weak sparks.

The eclipse had begun.

Katara froze them to the wall and stole the key. As she barged through the door, she was bombarded by a foul odor. Katara gagged, fighting the urge to vomit. She grabbed a torch from near the door and shined it towards the metal cage that sat in the corner.

"Zuko?"

A weak moan responded. Katara walked closer and saw the ex-prince, covered in burns and filth, limped on the dirty floor smeared with bloodstains. He looked like he hadn't eaten in days. Iron feathers that chained his thin arms to the wall, were the only thing holding him upright. Zuko weakly lifted his head, tilting his long tangled hair out of his eyes as he squinted at the torch light.

"Ka..tar..a.." Zuko wheezed painfully.

"Zuko! Spirits, what did they do to you?!" she fumbled with the key she stole from the guard. "Hang on. I'll get you out of here."

 The key refused to slide into the hole. Panic started to set in.

"Where's the key to your cell?" Maybe if she hurried, she could steal it and still get Zuko out before the invasion ended.

"O...zai..."

Katara cursed under her breath. Of course, the Firelord would have the only key. Well then, she'll just have to make her own. She streamed water into the keyhole then froze it, causing the lock to expand and explode. Katara rushed into the cell and repeated the action with the iron feathers. Zuko slumped over into Katara's arms revealing his back full of whip scars, both old and new. Tears poured from Katara's eyes. How could someone be so cruel?

"It's alright, Zuko. I got you."

Katara tore the end of her tunic and quickly wrapped it around Zuko's back and exposed wounds. She did not have time to heal him properly. The ellipse will be over soon. Summoning her remaining strength, Katara hoisted Zuko onto her back -Spirits, he was light. He shouldn't be this light - and bolted out of the dungeons. The guards outside the cell shouted angrily at her as they melted the ice. Katara ignored them and kept trudging on while whispering comforting things into Zuko's ear. As soon as she exited, Appa landed in front of her.

"Katara, let's go!" Aang rushed her. He earthbended them into the saddle then urged Appa upward. Katara laid Zuko down and set to work healing him, starting with his back first. There was a collective gasp as she unwrapped the bandages. Haru turned The Duke away.

Not looking up from her work, Katara asked what happened to the invasion. Sokka explained how Azula tricked them. The Fire Nation knew about the invasion for months and set a trap for them. They had to leave behind the adults, including Dad.

Katara's heart lurched. She just got Dad back and now...

"It wasn't a waste, though." Toph said softly. "Katara was able recuse Zuko during the attacks."

She was right. The invasion wasn't a complete failure.

The important thing is that she got Zuko back and away from that horrible monster.

[bettyminicoop]

514 will be showing in a couple of hours, and this post has been hanging unfinished in draft s for over two weeks. It's not like I'm suggesting new theories here that haven't yet been put forward on Tumblr. But I decided that I still want to get it out of my head, speculate a little about the notorious voicemail and Jessica. And at the same time see how much I guessed, or at least how well I understand Riverdale.

I also sorry to those who will read this for bad English. Since I want to end this post as soon as possible, I did a very bad proofreading of the text.

So, the scene: Betty, Tabitha and Jessica in the Pop's. The first two are already wrapping mushroom fries when Jessica makes it clear that she knows about the Bughead drama because of the ba kiss. Tabitha is shocked that this topic has been brought up. Betty is angry and turns on voicemail in her defense. Jughead’s first words are accompanied by Jessica's bewildered face, which suggests that she had no idea about the call. Betty like "of course I'm a bad bitch," Tabitha like "oh my god, that's why Jug was so vague about his breakup with Betty." And Jessica listens very attentively to every word on the record, as if comparing in her head some facts she knows only. Immediately after, the first thing she says is: "We already lived together then," and Jessica's face is very sad. Betty and Tabitha are confused. Moreover, it is clear from Betty's face that this is new information for her. And all this is bad on many levels. Because the elephant in the room is quite obvious - Jughead calls with a claim to his ex while already in a new relationship. Jessica goes on to tell the sad story of her relationship with Jughead, telling Betty “We weren't good with each other, well, you know”, which makes Betty feel sad. I want to note that at this moment only Jessica is absolutely sober, while the other two girls are already in a rolling foggy high. The fact that allows her to be in the position of a manipulator and to lead the conversation in the direction she needs. Which she quickly reveals, saying that she just wanted the manuscript. Jessica also reports that she too succumbed to destructive behavior, like Jughead, which causes a very skeptical expression on Betty's face. Come on girl, don't trust this witch!

It is clear that Jessica rushed to Riverdale only for Jughead's manuscript, and not to help find him. She literally flipped all of his things and drugged two people to get what she wanted. Obviously, his book does not reveal Betty as a bad person. Otherwise, why would he call it "romantic" and be angry that the main villain of his work did not come to witness her exposure. I guess Jessica went all-in, assuming Betty hadn't read the book. I remind that Betty and Tabitha are both already high, they will believe in any acceptable argument. And when Jessica presses on a bruise "I don't want people to know about our bad relationship with Jughead, how did they know about yours" - this is a very weighty argument, first of all for Betty, as well as for Tabitha, to to do the girl a favor out of solidarity. And that doesn't make Betty bad. This shows her as a deeply wounded person who cannot afford to hurt anyone else, even if she is a dubious lady with bad ideas for girls night.

Now for quick thoughts and basic speculation:

1. Jughead told Jessica about him and Betty. Why, how? Not that it was in his character to whine to strangers about school love. I guess Jessica found out later, when Jughead was either drunk, in the heat of writing the book, or after publication at all. In any case, it happened after he survived his trauma and became a different person.

2. Jessica probably didn't know about voicemail.

3. Betty probably had no idea about Jessica at the time of the voicemail. This is also confirmed by the conversation between Tabitha and Betty in the bunker, when it is clear from Betty's reaction that Jessica is unfamiliar to her. Betty also asks where Jughead got the mushrooms, indicating that she had no idea about his addiction.

4. Jessica pokes Betty's nose at the fact that her relationship with Jughead was bad and literally doomed. Which Betty most likely believes, because in front of her is the girl to whom Jughead complained about his previous relationship.

5. Most likely Jughead began to change not for the better already under the influence of Jessica. She either encouraged the worst self-destructive sides in him, or even had a personal interest in this drama.

In fact, @joneswuzthere, in her breakdown of 511, described very well what Jessica and Jughead's relationship was likely to be. This is a rather long, deep and somewhat controversial analysis of the series. While I sometimes have to remind myself that Bughead was written by the same people who wrote plots about Edgar Evernever's damn rocket, Nana Bossom kept the corpse in a barrel for 50 years, Chick Gargoyle King. When I remember this, I stop digging 10 meters into the plot, and stop at a depth of a couple of centimeters. Huh.

6. It is clear from Jessica's story that their relationship with Jughead began before the book was written. And he himself told Tabitha earlier that he did not remember how he wrote it. From which I conclude that Jughead was already in a state of altered reality at that time. Which only confirms point 5.

7. I also assume that Jughead did not distinguish between reality and his fantasies at the time of the voicemail and before it. And this is most likely the main reason for VM - he invented a story for himself, believed in it, and five years later dumped his resentment on Betty. This is also indirectly confirmed by the 514 review from tvinsider.com: "while the kicker explores the origins of the addiction that’s trapped Jughead somewhere between the facts of his life and the fiction he’s penned." All of the VM content is pretty weird and not Jughead-like. Especially if the situation developed in such a way that he and Betty did not speak for five years. Why did his emotions suddenly decide to splash out, if only for some reason he didn't wind himself up?

8. Betty didn't read the book. Tabitha hasn't read the book. Will they read it in the next episodes and who exactly will make Betty do it?

9. Jessica desperately wanted a new Jughead manuscript. Why? Does she know his talent and wants to steal the book? Has she tried to steal previous Jughead lyrics before? Did she drug him and keep him in destructive behavior in a state of unreality in order to steal his stories that he didn't remember anyway?

10. In VM, Jughead basically said he was regret about his relationship with Betty. Coupled with Jessica's manipulation of "he wrote badly about you in his book" Betty basically believed that Jughead was done with her. I think right now she is at a point of no return in her relationship with Jughead. And no matter what happens next, he will have to take the first step and pull Betty out of the spiral of guilt and self-isolation.

11. Why am I still sure there was no Bughead interaction in the five years between the porch hug and the voicemail night? As many speculate based on what Jughead said, there were likely interactions between the two. And Betty let Jughead down over and over again. But even if so, wouldn't he tell Betty that he is not only in a new relationship, but also lives with his girlfriend? I will never believe it. If the Bughead were really trying to build friendships in college, I'm sure they would be as honest as possible with each other about their personal lives. The complete lack of interaction between Bughead in the temporary jump is also confirmed by the scene of Tabitha and Betty in Pop's, when Betty does not understand at all why she breaks Jughead's buzz.

12. From this I can conclude that Jughead, being high all these years, still had the image of Betty in his head trying to get him out of the trap (she literally freed him from the handcuffs in the last trip). The image of Betty trying to reason with Jughead could very well turn into Betty breaking the high.

The episode is coming soon, so I stop my reasoning and open the bingo game. And I hope that in 514 we get to know most of the backstory of Jughead, because it is simply impossible to delay it.

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The World We Made- Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 9

Pairing: Drake x MC; Liam x MC

Word count: 1,261

Warnings: character death, Evil Liam

Summary: Press conference and news comes to light.

Song inspiration: The World We Made by Ruelle

A/N: A huge thank you to @sirbeepsalot for all of her help and advice and being an ever patient sounding board. (MoE thanks DoE as well.) I have no excuse, but I told you you might not be happy. Okay, okay I cave, but I warned you!

Series warnings: Evil Liam, dark!fic, deceit, manipulation, dub con, possible NSFW content, possible character death. This is taking the Liam from TRH to the extreme, he is not the Liam we know and love. By clicking read more you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Liam drummed his fingers against his dark mahogany desk. He would have preferred to announce their engagement shortly after returning from New York but he had a few obstacles he needed to deal with before he could. Just a few more days my love.

His phone lit up, a wry smile spreading upon his lips.

He’ll be released into Mr Lykel’s care tomorrow.

It’s about damn time!

Liam: Excellent.

He was told to keep him calm, I believe he decided on taking him camping.

Liam’s smirk grew sinister. Oh Bas, I do hope you are fully prepared.

*

Two days later...

“I think we’re lost. I’m pretty sure we made a wrong turn somewhere back there.” He spun, taking in his surroundings. “Dude! Are you listening to me?! I said I think we’re lost!”

“Can it dude! I think something happened here.”

“Oh god, there aren’t any bears around here are there? Are we safe?”

“There aren’t any bears in Cordonia, remember.” He shoved his companions shoulder. “That’s the reason we came here. Cause it sure as hell ain’t for the babes.”

“What babes?”

“Exactly. And if you do find a halfway decent girl she acts like she’s better than us.”

“What do you think happened here?”

Eyes scanned the clearing, tent half standing, disturbed earth like there had been a struggle, boat capsized in the middle of the lake, bloody trail from the camp to the lake. “Nothing good.”

“Should we call for help?”

“What are you, and idiot?! We look to see if any valuables were left behind and then we call for help.”

“Heh. Dude good plan.”

Shuffling of feet, a crunch. “What was that?”

“Looks like a note.”

Rebecca,

I loved you with all my heart. Clearly you weren’t the woman I thought you were or you never would have left me when I was at my lowest. I can’t bare to continue without you by my side, hopefully whoever is on the other side will understand and not fault me for what I’m about to do.

All my love,

Drake

*

Rebecca stepped towards the podium, her arm linked through Liam’s. The press erupted into a flurry of questions and flashes. Liam raised his free hand, silencing the crowd in an instant. “It is with great pleasure that I announce my engagement to Duchess Rebecca.” He turned beaming at her. You’re finally mine. Nothing is in our way now.

The crowd shared stunned looks. “Your Majesty, isn’t Duchess Rebecca married to Duke Drake?”

Liam smiled, not even fazed by the question. “Duchess Rebecca and Drake Walker were kind enough to help flush out a threat. Shortly before my coronation it was brought to my attention that there was a faction who wished to bring Cordonia and I to our knees. The scandal that followed was orchestrated by them. I chose Madeline hoping to bide time as there were also threats made directly against Lady Rebecca. We were able to easily locate Tariq to clear her name but unable to find those behind the plots. Duchess Rebecca and Drake Walker had both offered to pose engaged to help draw them out as by that time threats had also been made against me directly. We were unable to draw them out until the evening after they were ‘married.’ I would like to apologize to the country for any confusion our plans to put those who wished to destroy Cordonia may have caused.”

“Why are we just hearing of this now months after the Sons of Earth were stop?”

“There were still a few members we needed to flush out. Also I wanted to ensure that the entire threat had been eradicated before I exposed our hand. As of this morning all known members of the Sons of Earth have been punished to the full extent of the law.”

“Does that mean—”

“Anton and his supporters were executed this morning. Cordonia is officially safe.”

Olivia stared unblinkingly at the television as she watched the ease with which Liam lied to the press. That smooth bastard. She picked up her phone dialing his number. Play ball, killing Anton and freeing me was as much a threat as it was a gift. She knew he was up to something and she had made her choice, play it smart, don’t get in his way, survive.

“Duchess Olivia, I was expecting your call.”

She forced a smile, he wouldn’t be able to see it, but he should be able to hear it in her tone. He’d won, gotten what he wanted, now she needed to show she supported him and appreciated what he did for her. “Liam, I saw the press release. I wanted to apologize for offering to carry your heir. Had I known that Drake and Rebecca were merely a ruse I would never have suggested it.” She paused, the lies coming from her mouth turning her stomach. Survive. “I also wanted to thank you for releasing me from my marriage to Anton.”

“Of course, anything for a friend.”

She winced at the thinly veiled threat. Oh how she wanted to put him in his place, but it was clearer than ever that he’d become even worse than Constantine to get what he wanted. I won’t become collateral damage. “I’m leaving the country for a bit so I will be unable to attend your wedding but I wish you and Rebecca all happiness life can bring.” She tuned him out, as she fought back the bile. She finally hung up the phone. Dialing another number. “Come on come on. Pick up!” She tapped her foot as she waited for an answer, she needed to warn them before it was too late. She sighed as it clicked to voicemail. Hopefully Bastien and Drake are smart enough to know to stand down and leave.

*

Later...

Rebecca clicked on the tv in the Royal Apartments, their home. She’d become bored when Liam was called for urgent business. Maybe there is something mindless I can watch. She rolled her eyes. She stopped channel surfing as the headline broke across the bottom of the screen.

HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD MISSING AND EX COMMONER DRAKE WALKER ASSUMED DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE

She stared at the screen. Drake, dead? She jumped as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry to scare you.”

She shook her head with a laugh. “It’s fine, I just didn’t realize you were back.”

“I didn’t want you to find out like that.” Liam gestured to the screen, the image of the strewn campsite on the screen, people out dragging the lake. “Are you okay love?”

She flicked her eyes back to the screen before turning with a broad smile. “I’m fine.”

Liam looked at her stunned. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you aren’t.” He sat next to her, placing a comforting arm around her.

“Do you want me to be sad? I’m sure I can pretend.” She flipped her golden blonde hair over her shoulder, allowing her face to fall, lower lip subtly shaking. “Though I’m not sure why you’d want me to be sad.” She straddled his lap batting her lashes. “Isn’t this what you wanted, you and me, happily ever after?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Isn’t that why you did everything? Made Drake go crazy, I’m pretty sure you had something to do with him being sterile, and now you had Drake killed and probably Bastien too, right?”

Liam swallowed, I sure how to respond. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be? You finally fought for me.”

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 —

12:30 AM, 27th of May, 2020

I actually don’t know where to start. I don’t know when will you see this but hopefully not too soon. Alam ko na ayaw mo na marinig mga pains ko. Sorry kung napagod ka na sa mga drama ko. Never ko na-imagine na darating tayo sa point ng relationship mo na wala ka ng pake sa nararamdaman ko. We just stop stalking 15 minutes ago. Nag-thumbs up ka nalang sa last message ko for being so dramatic. I guess you don’t wanna talk to me and I hope na sana yun na din last message ko sa’yo kasi ayoko na maging tanga at makulit na humahabol sa’yo. Alam mo ba, bubba. Naiyak ako agad nung tinawag kita na bubba. Kasi alam ko na hangang dito nalang kita matatawag na bubba ko. Anyway, I’ve been crying for 3 hours and 36 minutes. Ang sakit kasi na wala ka na sa’kin. Sobrang mahal na mahal kita to the point na nakakasakal yung pagmamahal ko. Ayaw kasi kitang mawala pero wala, nawala ka padin. Sorry kung iniisip mo na hindi ako proud sa pag show off mo ng body mo. I’m just not happy na pinapakita mo body mo kasi i know that you’re beautiful and sexy.. kaya I’m so scared na makita nila yon kasi baka agawin ka nila sakin. I don’t want to share you to other people. I don’t want them to see how amazing you are inside wnd out. Sorry ang selfish ko for keeping you for myself. Sobrang natatakot ako kasi I can’t control you cause if I did, alam ko na kaya mo na ko itapon ng ganon lang kasi hindi na ko importante sa’yo. Kaya nga now, I was left alone. Sobrang natatakot ako na makita nila na ang ganda mo inside and out tapos ako? Ako lang girlfriend mo.

I never imagined that you don’t love me anymore. Hindi kasi ako nakapag ready and I don’t think na ready ako sa araw na ‘to.. sobrang mahal na mahal kita, Eumi. Gusto ko nalang magka amnesia tapos ikaw lang makakalimutan ko para wala na yung sakit. Wala na eh, iniwan mo na ko. You’ll discover na I’m just an average person. Na there are a lot more better than me. Dati you always make me feel na I’m the only one for you.. I’m your universe pero now I’m just a normal rock. Tinapon mo na lang ako, tinapon mo yung tayo.. yung pinagsamahan natin. Our relationship was not perfect pero kahit ang gulo gulo. Ikaw padin yung pahinga ko sa mundong ‘to. Sobrang miss na miss kita bubba ko. Lagi ko pinagpa-pray na sana bumalik ka na sa’kin, yung eumi ko na ayaw ako nakikita na umiiyak.

Could you still remember nung sobrang broken ko nung kay Nicole? You were my rock. You stayed by my side and you were so mad kasi I was crying. You said, walang pwede magpaiyak sa’kin. You hugged me so tight that night. You were my bestfriend. You know everything about me, all my flaws and ugliest part of me. Thank you kasi minahal mo ko. Salamat sa unlimited chances na binigay mo sa relasyon natin.

Naiyak nanaman ako kasi this was your post way back 2016. Hindi ko naisip na darating talaga yung day na ‘to? Na na-fell out of love ka na sa’kin. You said you will never treat me the way you treated your ex. Sabi mo paninindigan mo ko.. 😔

Now, I can freely say whatever I want to say cause I’m so sure na hindi mo marereceive ‘to. Inadvice sa’kin ng friend ko na everytime I miss you, I will type nalang everything I wanna say to you and don’t message you kasi nagmumukha na kong tanga na pinipilit ko sarili ko sa’yo kahit ayaw mo na ako kausap. I’m tired of crying. I have to rest my eyes for tonight.

5:07, 28th of May, 2020

Hi Love,

Kakasabi ko palang ng Love, naiyak na ko agad. 😅 hindi ako makatulog. Ang sakit na ng ulo ko sa alak, sa kakaiyak. Bumalik ka na sa’kin please? 😔 ang sakit sakit na kasi ng puso ko. Sobrang kailangan kita ngayon pero wala ka na.. iniwan mo na ‘ko. Tinanggal ko na accounts mo sa’kin kasi ang sakit na nakikita may nakakausap ka na iba. Mas nauuna ka pa magreply sakanila. Feeling ko nagrereply ka nalang sa’kin kasi napipilitan ka. Mamaya pag sleep ko.. i promise to myself na last na ‘tong gabi na ‘to. I will not beg you anymore. Ayoko mahirapan ka na sa’kin love. Ayusin mo sarili mo, mawawala na ko sa’yo. Pagod na pagod na ko umiyak sa tao na wala na pake sa’kin. Dati kapag tinatawagan kita, wala pang isang minuto sinasagot mo na pero ngayon, kailangan kita.. wala ka na. Wala na yung bestfriend ko, yung constant ko. Ayaw kita mawala pero paano naman ako?

6:26 AM, 28th of May, 2020

Good night, Bubba. I love you so much. Always have, always will. 😔🤍

9:51 PM, 28th of May, 2020

Good evening my love,

I have decided to write everything I feel for you na hindi ko na kaya sabihin sa’yo now thay we’re not together. I just want you to know that I miss you everyday. Naalimpungatan ako and I miss you agad. I thought nawala ka na ulit. Medyo naiyak nanaman ako but not like yesterday.

I hope you’re doing okay, love. I’m in tears again. Idk why. Hindi kita mabawalan na ayoko ikaw uminom. Lagi ka nainom eh. Sana you take care of yourself a little more. I wanna take care of you if only I’m in the philippines. I miss kissing you, hugging you and just be in your arms like I always do when we were in my condo. I miss my home. Home is you. I’m crying again. Kakainis. I can’t stop myself from loving you. Sana you can tiis to my drama here in my notes ha.

I’ll just keep on writing here until minsan nalang ako magtype dito to hindi ko na namamalayan na hindi ko na ‘to ino-open. I hope you can wait for that day na maka-move on ako but for now please bear with your ex’s drama.

👉🏻🤍👈🏻 This is my fave heart emoji now. Kasi it’s a representation of my heart. My heart is empty and waiting for your love to fill me up again. Sana someday, I can still send you this heart emoji, “❤️” full of love by you but for now, masaya na ko sa white heart. Empty but still loves you.

I love you so much, bubba. I love you in every beat of my heart.

12:40PM, 29th of May 2020

Just the thought of it, breaks me.

Drowning in my tears again.

10:30 AM, 31th of May, 2020

Hi Bubba,

Alam mo ba yesterday pinipilit ako nila Char maiyak pero hindi na ako maiyak. Ubos na ata tears ko and I tried talking to others na like you do para maka-move on na din ako. I don’t wanna be stuck with you if ako nalang yung may gusto na magstay. I love you.. you know that. Thank you for pushing me to move on. Sana maging masaya ka na sa freedom mo and magawa mo yung mga gusto mo. Ingat ka parati and I’ll stop praying na you’ll come back to me. I’ll pray for your health and for your happiness.

I love you so much. Always have, always will. ❤️

2:35 AM, 1st of June, 2020

Hi Love,

I’m at work today. I thought I’m getting over you na pero I still miss you pero less hurt and I don’t cry na but I still love you and I still miss you so bad. Alam mo, naalala ko last year ganito din ako. Ayaw mo ako tanggapin. Hays. I love you so much, baby. Sobrang gusto na kita makausap, makasama, mayakap and ma-kiss pero I know that you’ll ignore me kaya instead of chatting you, diti nalang kita kakausapin.

Gustung-gusto na kita bumalik. Alam mo, bumalik ka lang sa’kin, I will welcome you with open arms and will hug you tightly. I won’t think twice to accept you and I will be a better partner. 😞 Sorry if ang demanding ko and na fed up ka sa’kin. LDR na kasi tayo and if for you ang childish ko don.. I’m sorry. Don ko nalang kasi nafifeel na I’m still special sa’yo.

Kanina nagbackread ako sa dm natin sa twitter sa @nbscbn. Wala lang we were so happy back then. I miss you so much. I challenge myself not to stalk you anymore. I’ll try not to check your fb, twitter and ig na. I’m helping myself to move on pero alam ko isang sabi mo lang na babalik ka, alam ko na tatanggapin padin kita.

Also, nakita ko ig mo na dinelete mo na picture natin together. Medyo nahurt ako pero wala na ko magagawa. Mukhang sure ka na sa decision mo na i-remove ako sa buhay mo. Mahal na mahal padin kita. Ayoko magmove on, baka kasi bumalik ka.

I love you so much, Bubba. Always have, always will.