#AH FUCK THINGS ARE ESCALATING - admin

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. . .

Oh, hello there, 257.

. . .

Are you alright? You look..upset-

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W-WHAT THE-?! OW!

You.

W-WHAT ABOUT ME..!?

You're a disgusting whore.

W-WHAT'RE YOU TALKING ABOUT-

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OWWW..

You did this. You ruined everything. You ruined my love, you ruined 453, and I'm surprised you didn't FUCKING ruin me.

2-257..p-please calm dow-

SHUT UP!

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[daily-dose-of-imagines]

Uɳσ! ɯ/ Hαιƙყυυ!! {Kαɾαʂυɳσ}

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 I thought this would such a funny and cute concept to do, though I don’t know if anybody else has done this! I do know there is fanart of it though, but I actually got inspiration from when Admin Ko and I drunkenly played Uno! one night. It was a disaster lolol!

I hope you like this!

>Admin 𝕋

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𝐻𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓎𝑜

Hinata would be the player that would be so lost

Tsuki would’ve told him how to play and he would still have no idea what the fuck he was doing

Would put down the wrong color or number and get obliterated by everyone he is playing with

After awhile, he would think he figured it out, but nah everyone plays him like a fool, and gets him to lose in the first round

he’ll want to cry, because he’s so competitive and all he wanted to do was win 

at least he would want to win against kageyama

and when he doesn’t he would literally will want to play round after round until he wins

but once again

he just doesn’t get it

and it’s not even a hard game, like what the hell, man

but he gets anxious and he can’t think

He will literally spike the wrong card into the pile

everyone laughs, Kageyama would smack him upside the head and say something along the lines of “ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION, IS YOUR HEAD SCREWED ON RIGHT LIKE OH MY GOD, HOW DOES ONE EVEN--”

They will start to fight, jumbling all the cards into disarray

and that is when the game is over, and Hinata never played Uno again

It gave him nigthmares lololol

BUT BUT BUT

Hinata would be forced to play another round with everyone on another day they all hangout

And this time, he wins

he actually, and he didn’t even try, no thought process, no strategies, he just went with the flow and actually won

Kageyama would be pissed, Yachi would be proud, Tsukki would be irked and Tadashi would be clapping slowly, all of them surprised that the orange ball of dumbass actually won.

Needless to say, Uno is now Hinata’s favorite game, and he will flaunt his win to everyone who asks

𝘒𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘛𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘰

Okay, so Kageyama would be just like Hinata, but he is better at hiding it

He also has more tact, and can figure out how the game works

But he has the worst of luck when it comes to which cards he gets

and it frustrates him to no end

Because he literally, he has to

continously

pick 

cards

to get

THE RIGHT ONE

and he gets so pissed, veins are popping out of his head, the blood going up to his face. Tsuki thinks it’s the most hilarious shit, Hinata thinks he is going to shit himself.

He just wants to win, for god’s sake, but the fucking cards are giving him a run for his money, and they’re being fucking stupid, and not giving him what he wants

He has like half of the freaking deck in his hands!!

And he wants to, you know, not have that!!

and when he finally has a plan to get rid of his cards, Tsukishima smirks condescendingly and nukes him, making Kageyama get more cards from the pile with hIS STUPID REVERSE CARD PLUS FOUR BULLSHIT.

So he comes up with a plan, he’ll just discreetly put two cards down when it was his turn. 

For a time, he wouldn’t get caught, but then

then Tsuki sees him, and calls him out on it. “Huh, never knew the king of the court would cheat like that.”

“I’m not cheating--”

“And here I thought you were the fair and square type of guy.”

Hinata would pipe in saying “oh my god, Kageyama, your cheating, how could you??”

“IT’S JUST A STUPID GAME--”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU CHEATING--”

the game would devolve into a game of tag, or Kageyama chasing Hinata around the room while Hinata yells about how Kageyama has anger management issues and should get therapy

after that, Kageyama will have yet to win a game while everybody else does

He would throw the cards on the ground and curse the world for only letting him be good at volleyball

“Yeah, you should really stick to volleyball, you’re obviously bad at everything else”

“TSUKISHIMA, I’M GOING TO BURY YOU IN MY BACKYARD WITH THESE CARDS--”

He’ll get over it

maybe.

𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕚

Ah, tsukishima, this guy would be the worst to play games with

Especially card games

He wouldn’t necessarily want to play a kid’s game, but Yamaguchi convinces him to play, just one game

He can’t really say no to Yama like that, so he agrees, one game

But he’d get oddly into it, man, it won’t show on his face, but he will be the type of guy to want to win, especially against someone like fucking Kageyama

He’d want to peg him down a level, get him off his royal high horse

he’d be the prick that would taunt anybody and everybody, telling them what they should and shouldn’t do

“I don’t know Hinata, that doesn’t seem like the right choice there”

“What, but you don’t know what I’m going to put down???”

“It’s all over your face.”

“Shit, really--”

He’ll uno reverse psychology on these bitches, make them quiver in their metaphorical boots.

And he’ll love how they just don’t know what to put down now, don’t know what is the best play or not, 

Kageyama looks pissed

Hinata looks like his brain is steaming

Yachi looks like she’s about to cry

And Yamaguchi is just smiling, happy that Tsuki is having a good time

Yeah, having a good time being a freaking sadist in a freaking kid’s game

Lo and behold, Tsuki wins the round that he agreed to play, and when he puts that last card down, he pulls a smug expression, adjusting his glasses

“Well then, losers, I best be on my way now.”

And just as he is getting up to grab is things, Kageyama will throw a fit and try to fight Tsuki, but Hinata holds him back like a boss

Or like this has happened way too many times

Needless to say, they would never want to play with Tsuki again

Never again

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Bro, Yama will just want to have a good time man

He’d be the one to suggest playing Uno, thinking it would be a good experience

and a great bonding game for the first years

but boy was he wrong

literal chaos all around him

And all he wanted to do was have a nice fun time, getting to know his teammates

but no

NOOOO

THEY JUST HAD TO BE EXTRA ABOUT IT

Tsuki just had to be an ass

Kageyama just had to be competitive

and hinata just had to be a little on the stupid side (we love him for it, no hate to hinata) 

it was a mixing pot of anarchy and yamaguchi will just sit there and just watch as the fire grows in front of him

When it is his turn he will just quietly and gently put his card in

and then go back to watching as the three main characters of his life just go into a rampage, and just metaphorically compare dick sizes, in a game of fucking uno

Like damn

this is definitely not what he wanted

He’ll try to get them to calm down, but all three of them would turn around and tell him to either join them or zip it, to which he would sigh and make some popcorn

Cause this was gonna take awhile

Yama would probably look over to Yachi, who looks like she wants to go home, and yeah he couldn’t blame her, and he gives her an apologetic look and shrug

In the end, he unfortunately wouldn’t win, but he is grateful that it all ended

And he goes home

And burns his uno cards

ʏᴀᴄʜɪ ʜɪᴛᴏᴋᴀ

Yo, Yachi????? She’d be the underdog of the group

She would literally use the chaos that is testosterone to her advantage

She would be like a ninja 

And she would be so lucky, to have all the good cards that would put the other guys to fucking shame

But she would still be anxious only because the shouting will sometimes escalate and she would lose her train of thought

But that’s okay!

She still wins literally every round she’s in!

And everybody hates her for it!

Death glares from Tsuki

Murderous intent from Kageyama

and just weeping eyes from Hinata, but he’s still mad at her, because he still hasn’t won and yet she did

Yamaguchi would be the only one that is happy for her, and she feels a connection with him on that

Yachi would feel bad, but at the same time

Yes!

She won!

And with these guys, that are so good at things likes sports and academics(only tsuki here, and sometimes Yamaguchi)???

It’s a huge win for her!

The next time they play, she would use the same strategy, and will again win everytime

Until eventually, they all kick her out of the game, thinking she is cheating

She gives them her best puppy dog eyes, and tell him she wasn’t cheating (she never really was), and they’ll give in

They let her play again

Until she wins

and that is the final straw for them, their egos bruised and their pride gone

They leave, the cards abandoned, and go wallow in the courtyard

“Uh, guys? Who’s gonna clean this up?”

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,168

Tag List: @prisczero​, @pinkpjmin​, @btsaudge​, @flowerwrites06​, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali​

CHAPTER 35:  House of Cards

“As time passes by We only mess it up even more.”

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Yoongi didn’t look back even once to see if Yoo Kihyun was following him. He didn’t have to. He already knew that the man would follow because his twisted curiosity wouldn’t allow him to ignore Yoongi. There were questions that the man would have and the only one who could give him the proper answers would be The Lightning Claw.

No one else. Just him.

Ducking into a nearby lounge bar, the barkeep greeted them and told the two men they could sit anywhere. Yoongi plopped onto a stool at the bar, ordering a glass of cognac. Kihyun sidled into the seat next to him, ordering a whiskey sour. Neither of them cared that it was the middle of the day and that they weren’t on vacation. This was business; at least it was for Yoongi. He only had a semblance of an idea of what Kihyun’s agenda was.

The two men sat in silence; the soft clinking of ice in their tumblers the only noise either made between them. A soft jazz medley played in the background, barely audible over the sound pounding inside the shell of Yoongi’s ears. His eyes zeroed in on the amber colored liquor in his glass, his fingers pressing into the brim of the glass. There was an ache in his chest from how the heavy thrum his heart and he clenched his jaw; an almost vain attempt to quiet his ire that was beginning to escalate.

Mentally chanting a mantra to himself, Yoongi lifted the glass to his lips to take a generous sip. The alcohol slid down his throat smoothly, the burn curling into the pit of his stomach. Closing his eyes, he fought back an oncoming migraine as he set the glass on the coaster. Just as he was getting a handle on his anger, Kihyun decided to speak up.

“It’s almost a shame, you know,” he said gently, casting Yoongi a sidelong glance, “if you all decide to leave Seoul.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed slowly as he looked at Kihyun. “And why the hell would we do that?”

Kihyun laughed softly, as if he’d heard an interesting joke. “You don’t have to play dumb, Yoongi-ah. We both know you’re aware of what’s going on.”

“You never answered my question, Kihyun-ah,” he said evenly, “what were you doing there?”

“I thought I gave you an answer already.”

“It wasn’t good enough.”

He shrugged. “I’m afraid it’s going to have to be. I don’t know what else you want me to tell you.”

“Stop messing around,” Yoongi growled, grasping Kihyun’s shoulder so he could force the other man to face him, “because I know you better than that.”

Kihyun’s eyes took on a wet sheen in the low light of the bar. His smirk remained, practically screaming that he knew something and wasn’t willing to share. It pissed Yoongi off and he dug his fingers into Kihyun’s shoulder to emphasize his displeasure. But nothing could wipe the other man’s smirk away, though a brow did twitch in response.

“Do you? I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me.” He laughed. “About us.”

Yoongi pulled his hand away, like he’d touched an open flame. Kihyun looked completely satisfied with himself, turning away to face the bar and take another drink. The blood roared in his ears, muffling all sounds once more while taking measured breaths to alleviate the strain on his nerves. Spinning in the stool, he hunched over the bar as if to shield himself.

“That was a long time ago,” he muttered, feeling a cold sweat break out along his temple, “you’d do well to forget about it.”

“Well, that’s not fair at all.” Yoongi heard the ice in Kihyun’s glass clinking together. “I look back on those days quite fondly.”

A mild ache pulsed at the bridge of Yoongi’s nose, attempting to control all thoughts clambering to the surface.

“Well, you shouldn’t.”

“But I do.”

Yoongi whirled around in his seat, leaning forward to press into Kihyun’s personal space. “Goddammit, Yoo Kihyun!” he growled under his breath. The other man continued to smile. “Stop with your stupid fucking games!” He reached out slowly, curling his fingers into the lapel of Kihyun’s coat. “I mean it.”

For a while, neither of them spoke a word. The silence that existed between them was deeper than any chasm. The barkeep watched them out of the corner of his eye but continued polishing glasses and serving other customers. Yoongi felt his lungs beginning to expand with each breath he took, as though he’d been climbing a mountain and was only just now stopping to rest.

He almost jumped when Kihyun pressed his hand along the back of his wrist. Yoongi reeled backward, his heart rate escalating all the way to the vein in his neck. Kihyun laughed, shaking his head while shifting his body to face the bar again.

“You’re a mess, Min Yoongi. You make it too easy.”

Yoongi scoffed and drained the rest of his drink. “Shut-up.”

“Seriously, someone will start thinking you actually care.”

“I said shut-up.”

Kihyun sighed gently. “Do you ever think about how things would have been different had you come with me back then?”

It was Yoongi’s turn to laugh, though there was no amusement behind it. “If you ever thought, for one second , that I’d ever leave the Golden Jackals—”

“If I wasn’t a Jade Fang, you would have.”

“Fucking as if.”

“We didn’t need the underworld to thrive,” he whispered, “we made enough trouble all by ourselves.”

“You lived in a fantasy world, Kihyun-ah. You still do.”

Kihyun leaned back and shrugged. “Dreams become reality eventually.”

“Not this time.”

The bartender refilled Yoongi’s drink. Just as he was about to take another sip, he heard the other man laugh loudly, causing his shoulders to tense up on reflex.

“That’s where you’re wrong, I’m afraid.”

Yoongi glared at Kihyun, seeing the icy expression replacing the jovial one. He felt a lump of ice forming in the pit of his stomach and Yoongi sat up straight in his seat. Again, Kihyun looked as though he knew something and wasn’t willing to share. He didn’t like being the butt-end of a joke and he hated it more when someone was able to hold something over his head. In this instance, it seemed like both were happening simultaneously.

He had half a mind to punch Kihyun straight in the mouth.

“Changkyun-ah is still trying to put the pieces together. We all are.” Kihyun waved to the bartender so that he could refill his glass. “I’m sure you’ve managed to figure some things out. You’re not a moron.”

Yoongi said nothing. His eyes shifted to look at Kihyun’s profile, watching as he took a slow drink from his glass.

“Some things I’ve kept to myself.” Kihyun craned his neck to look into Yoongi’s eyes. “For personal reasons, of course.”

He wasn’t going to fall for this bluff. Kihyun did this to him all the time years ago. He would feed just enough information to a person to get them to slip up, divulging more than they’d intended. Observant and being petty were his strong suits, to the point that Yoongi often had to keep his guard up just to avoid falling into a trap.

…he doesn’t have anything, he thought, pursing his lips together, he’s fishing. If he had something, he wouldn’t be dancing around like this.

“I have to say that I never pegged you for the type to give up.”

Yoongi blinked, leaning back to gauge Kihyun’s expression. It was placid, almost bored-like. This unnerved him, but only slightly. Was he trying to play the game another way?

He decided to test the waters. “…what do you mean?”

“Eden McGee.”

His mouth went dry as a throbbing sensation exploded near the back of his head. Yoongi felt heat rising through his intestines, against his chest and into his throat. His shoulders shook, trembling in tandem with his fists as they curled near his thighs. There was a distinct ringing sound in his ears, and he swallowed the lump that managed to form near his Adam’s apple.

“What did you just say?”

Kihyun’s smile returned and Yoongi realized too late that he’d fallen for his trick. “Eden McGee,” he repeated slowly, rolling the vowels around on his tongue, “I’m surprised you gave her up so easily.”

“Ya, Yoo Kihyun,” Yoongi managed to huff out, “do you have a death wish?”

The other man clapped his hands together, leaning back in his chair to laugh in triumph. It was too late for Yoongi to take anything back. Even if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t have bothered.

“See? This is what I meant when I said you were making this too easy.” Kihyun narrowed his eyes as he lazily propped his cheek into his palm. “She was the one, wasn’t she? The one you turned your back on me for?” The question held no warmth to it. Kihyun quipped a brow while Yoongi did everything he could to tether his anger to the heels of his boots. “I never would have guessed you’d let her run to the arms of your little brother.”

“You keep her name out of your fucking mouth or I will make sure you won’t live to regret it.”

Kihyun shrugged as if the threat didn’t matter to him.

“I’d say I’m jealous, but it’s clear you’re not the man I once thought you were.”

“Come off it,” snapped Yoongi, “there was no reason for me to join hands with you back then. Nothing’s changed.” He stood from the stool, placing a handful of bills on the bar counter. “And it won’t change. You better tell Im Changkyun to get his fucking head out of his ass. We’re not going to play his stupid game.”

Yoongi started to walk away. But just as he passed Kihyun, the other man chuckled softly. Pausing in his steps, Yoongi continued looking forward. He wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d gotten under his skin.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-ah.” There was the soft clinking of ice on glass as he heard it being set down on the counter. “You already are.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Yoongi spat as he looked over his shoulder.

Kihyun stood from his chair, placing money on the counter. He stood in front of Yoongi, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. A chill raced down his back as he stared into the confident expression of the man he once thought he could love. But it was a lie; a house of cards built on a cheap, rickety folding table.

“Nothing is going to come of you staying here,” Kihyun said simply while shrugging one shoulder, “except for a lot of pain. What affection I have left for you doesn’t want to expose you to that.”

Yoongi was rooted to the spot. Even as he watched Kihyun approach him, he couldn’t move. It was like someone cemented his boots to the ground, restricting all movement from him. Kihyun gently pressed his shoulder against his, turning his head so he could lean forward and whisper softly into the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“Be selfish, Yoongi-ah.” Goosebumps peppered along the back of Yoongi’s neck as he spoke. “Take that woman from your little brother and leave this place. Otherwise—”

“Or what, goddammit?!” He hadn’t meant to bark the question, but there was a heavy feeling weighing inside the center of his gut.

“…otherwise,” he said slowly, moving around Yoongi to head for the exit, “you’ll shed tears of blood.”

As he watched Kihyun exit the lounge, Yoongi could only stare in wide-eyed shock. Long after he was gone, he remained – spine ramrod straight as a cold feeling washed over him. He wasn’t sure what he should have been doing, but his legs trembled slightly as the very weight of Kihyun’s words fell on top of his shoulders. Suddenly, his knees buckled and his hip crashed into the bar counter – an almost vain attempt to keep himself upright.

Yoongi clutched at his chest, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as a sharp pain sliced through his chest. Slowly, he took a breath only to wince in pain as the feeling worsened instead of ebbing. It felt like needles spreading out through his lungs, causing a ragged cough to explode from his body. The barkeep asked if he was alright, but Yoongi couldn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear anything. Nothing save for the drumming pulse of his own heart increasing its tempo with every passing second.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his contacts with a shaky hand. Seeing Jungkook’s picture, he slid his thumb over his brother’s name. But before he could hear the first ring, the world blurred in and out of focus – the shadows creeping around the corners of his eyes.

His consciousness was gone long before he hit the ground.

[cyanpeacock]

Realtalk(tm): Daily Life And Shit Like That

OK, another reasonably good day?

I feel okay about myself. I sorted something out with my welfare advisor and then did a bunch of my structural cell biology tutorial work. Some fun things in there, cytoskeletons are very cool. 

Went to counselling after that. I was... surprised, because I was anxious, and my brain clocked out a few times talking about difficult things, and I cried several times? 

I’m like... okay. 

This doesn’t feel as bad as it used to, but it’s obviously still, like... interfering with my living. I’m getting through my days quietly covering up tears and suchlike. I don’t react very well to physical proximity, and conversation still makes me anxious enough to lose track of things, but I can cope with it?

I did forget to eat properly. I’ve had three coffees and a banana. I have a sandwich I’m eating right now, which is like, okay? It’s food and I’m thankful to have it. Also got ready meals in the fridge, so if I get hungry later I’ll have something quick and easy to consume. 

Man, like, it’s a lot. It’s all been a heck of a lot. I’m very glad I have these two years part-time to slow down, and make some sense of things.

Uhh... coherent narrative?

Born into a nasty shitty house in a nasty shitty part of a broadly very well-off country. 

Dad yells at and hits mum. Mum yells at and hits me. Dad’s mum and mum’s mum probably did the same. 

It does not feel good, right, or normal. 

I hear a speaker give a presentation on abuse in primary school, and recognise what’s happening to me in it. 

I have trouble in school, lash out at teachers, I struggle badly emotionally with things I don’t understand.

Police and social services get involved briefly, then abandon the case. Mental health services get involved, promptly break confidentiality, and I take this badly, because I’m a vulnerable child. Mum now knows she has a crazy kid who hears voices. I tried to keep this a secret, because I knew she wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with that. 

Things get worse. School refusal, lashing out, blah blah. 

Mum tries to do better. I don’t trust her. She gets it badly wrong, often. I’m confused, I’m anxious, I’m depressed, I’m suicidal, I’m self-harming.

I go to secondary school. The school has virtually no pastoral care, a bullying culture (students and teachers alike), and cares more about its league tables than the welfare of its students. I’m a Problem Child(tm) with great grades, so they put an extra shitton of pressure on me specifically, because I’m ~gifted and talented~. 

Things get worse, I self-harm more, I get more anxious, I’m frequently suicidal. 

Mum goes through a few partners. One sticks around, they want to get married at first, they end up in a horrible fight, I get dragged into it, I feel responsible for mediating and keeping the peace, I can’t do this because of my position in life. 

The conflict gets really bad. I’m basically tearing myself apart to try and withstand the pressure. Living with my mother makes me feel like shit, because she can’t take care of me emotionally, I need professional support. Stepdad does better with it, but is still an ass, just a different kind. They’re framing all this as some kind of political conflict, I guess because those were the terms they fundamentally disagreed on. 

I fucking snap, because doing A-levels at this shitty secondary school is killing me, and living with my birth family is draining me so badly, and it all Takes the Piss(tm), so one night I find I can’t cross the threshold into my mum’s home and end up on a late train to Leicester.

I don’t make it all the way, so I “sleep” overnight in a bus station in Nottingham in the middle of winter, freezing my little tits off. 

I make it to Leicester in the morning. Hooray. Move in with stepdad, things turn much better! For a while. 

I’m still unhappy. I get prescribed cocodamol for headaches, instead of triptans for migraine, and I get addicted. I’m still self-harming. I’m in a relationship, and I’m insecure as hell, and I’m seriously harming the people I love. 

I go to college. I start A-levels again. Relationship falls apart. I’m depressed, suicidal, self-harming, anxious, etc etc etc. Overdosing a lot. My stepdad is losing patience with me. Eventually I come home late, we get into a physical altercation, I end up on the street because I’m not going back to that bastard, and I don’t feel safe or happy living with my mother. 

Cops pick me up and take me to hospital (familiar place by this point). I’m there for a while. They end up discharging me to the street. I declare myself homeless to the council, show up at college an absolute state, end up getting a call saying there’s a room for me in the YMCA.

I move into the YMCA. It... is a homeless hostel. Drugs help it feel less shit. By this point I’m like, a full-time pothead and pill popper. Benefits are fucked, I have to work alongside full-time college, I don’t get along with the other residents. I get all eating-disordered. I’m seeing a counsellor by this point, who actually helps, unlike all the mental health professionals I’ve seen before. 

I finish my A-levels. I do quite well. I get a council flat.

Move into council flat. Sad and lonely. Glad to have a place, alone as fuck in the world, furious and hurt. Still doing drugs, when I can afford them. I’m beyond pissed with the people who raised me, I’m hearing them yelling at me even though nobody is in the room, it’s ugly. Somewhere in this period I get a diagnosis of BPD. 

I start at university. I have no idea how I’m supposed to treat myself, and burn out halfway to the end of the year. Crisis team gets involved a lot. I find my counsellor privately, and start seeing him again. I take up a meditation practice. It helps, mostly.

The university let me finish year 1 the next academic year, and agree to let me study part-time for second year. I’m still very unstable, I’m kicking my codiene habit, I’m working on things like breath control and grounding techniques that just made me furious and miserable every time I’d tried them before. 

I finish first year, with flying colours. Summer holidays come. I quit smoking pot, I hate my antipsychotic (it does its job, but I feel like shit on it), my antidepressant is making me manic but I don’t know it. My antidepressant is stopped by the doctors, and I refuse to take my ugly slow zombie antipsychotic. 

I go absolutely mental.

Full psychotic mania. MHS let me down again by refusing to acknowledge my concerns when I do get to see them. I go battier and battier until I tear apart my council flat and go AWOL. I’m running all over the shop completely out of my mind. People I’d trusted would help me, don’t help me. Hospitals admit and discharge me on the same day. MHS are suddenly very concerned about me, despite the resounding lack of fucks given by the psychiatrist who saw me as my breakdown was Escalating(tm). 

So yeah, I’m wack. Trauma. Stress. Withdrawal. My ego is dead. I’m running around on trains all over the country. There are six men living in this body. Alright. Okay. This is fun, and painful, and... oh, wait, these guys really love each other? Huh.

The university steps in when I end up sneaking into a building on campus and sleeping there overnight. They put me into halls temporarily, help me out with finance and admin, and contact medical professionals to try and convene a case review. Counsellor sees me through part of my psychotic break. 

Eventually I clear up my flat. I move back in. I’m... okay?

I’m literally just like, okay, well, this might as well happen? 

I stumble with drugs a few times, I keep working on my Coping Skills(tm), I notice I’m using coping skills without consciously going “OKAY shit I need to use a Skill(tm) here”. I go to university. I cope well enough. 

I’m processing my whole psychotic experience. I take it a lot of ways. Eventually I understand the world my brain created as a reflection of the world I’ve seen right in front of me. I lived there. It wasn’t really any different to anything I’d seen before? Actually, it was kinda better, I wanted it all to stay, the six guys I was really loved each other, and it was nice to feel that. 

I clock something. Oh? Humans need... humans need other humans? Like, they don’t, but... ah, fuck, like, I require this? Like, if I’m gonna live A Full Life(tm)? They’re not all going to hurt me? There is the possibility for love without a history of serious, self-destroying hurt? 

I start believing that I really could just, like... meet people? Talk to them? Make a friend? And that it could feel good, instead of just like, a painful and exhausting chore? I start thinking about where I might go, and when, and my mind gives me less reasons not to show up. 

So... that’s where I’m at?

Uh, okay.

What... do I make of myself?

Sick man. Getting better. Coping with it?

Okay. That’s alright. I can keep working with that?

[smuttyfairy]

Adrenaline (6)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Description: Baekhyun is your brother Jongdae’s friend, who you became friends with a long time ago as well. You got accepted in a school five years ago and you’re finally coming back. However, not everyone can exactly handle the changes you’ve gone through.

Genre: Fluff / smut / dramaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Word Count: 2,197 (I swear these are placed purposefully I’m not just lazy)

Warnings: Sexual Themes / continuation of plot twist.

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader feat. Jongdae

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

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2017.27.9

Moving your stuff in was harder than Baekhyun thought it would be. Just a week later and there seemed to be boxes everywhere. He was more stressed than he’d ever let you know, but it wasn’t your fault.

He loved you and he was glad he could convince both you and Jongdae that you should take this step with him. He found it hard to sleep without you now.

He was helping you put your things away, occasionally taking a break to kiss you gently. One of the times, the kiss ended up escalating and he took you on the floor of your now shared bedroom - he had no shame. He loved the way you reacted to him.

You felt the same way. After your ‘break’, the two of you took an actual break - which consisted of him holding you as close as possible. He could feel it. He was in love with you and he loved holding you.

“Baekhyun,” you hummed quietly, snuggling into his chest, “I love you.” He grinned, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He let out a sigh of content. “I guess we should finish unpacking, right?”

“Or we could go shower.” You smirked at him, trailing your fingers up his chest.

“You’re so bad.” He shook his head. “We have to finish unpacking at one point.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, connecting your lips with his, “come shower with me.” He found it hard to resist you. He’d give you everything you wanted and as soon as you wanted it if he could. He started the water. He knew by now that you liked the water hot.

You pulled him into the water, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him deeply. He grunted against your lips in surprise but he kissed you back quickly. Your lips trailed down to his neck, and despite the hot water, a chill went down his spine.

He felt his cock coming to life and he wished he could control himself when it came to you. You didn’t waste any time, you reached down and wrapped your soft fingers around him.

“I’m surprised it still works,” Baekhyun chuckled, “we never get a break with you.”

“Because I love your cock.” You told him, looking into his eyes. “I love how hard you get, I love how you fill me, I love how big you are, but most of all? I love how hard you make me cum.” Your hand was moving fast around him, your fingers tightly grasping him.

“Fuck,” his head fell back gently, “baby, you’re so sexy.”

“Will you cum in my mouth?” You slowly got down on your knees in front of him, your hand pausing on him. He could’ve came right there, right on your face at the idea of him in your mouth. The thought of your tongue swirling around him...he nodded quickly, already feeling your tongue on his tip.

He fought the urge to fuck your mouth, to make you choke on his cock like he knew you wanted to. He controlled himself, letting you take it at your own pace as you started taking him into your warm mouth. He moaned needily, gripping your hair with his fingers.

You pulled away from his cock, he moaned when he saw the small string of saliva following. The look in your eyes was dark as you looked up at him.

“Fuck my mouth, Baek, I know you want to.”

That was the last straw. He grabbed himself, putting his tip up to your lips. You opened your mouth and he slid inside, pushing in until he hit the back of your throat. Your throat constricted on him and he let out a long moan, gripping your hair.

He stopped, waiting for your throat to relax before he started. He pulled out slowly only to thrust hard back in. He started slow, speeding up his thrusts as he got closer to his end. Your mouth was so wet and your tongue was playing with his cock in just the right way.

“Are you gonna swallow all my cum, baby?” He asked, his tip repeatedly slamming into the back of your throat. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You gave him a hard suck and his cock twitched in your mouth. You did it one more time and with a loud, drawn out moan, he spilled down your throat. He pulled out slowly, watching almost in awe as you swallowed everything he gave you.

He saw your hand move away from your pussy. He hadn’t even noticed you were touching yourself.

“Baby, did you cum?” He asked you, helping you stand up and pinning you against the wall.

“No.” You shrugged. He let his hands wander all over your body.

“Let me change that.” He got down on his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder. His mouth watered as he stared at your glistening slit that was practically begging for something to touch it. He loved seeing your pussy wet because of him. He loved seeing your clit all swollen with need.

He kissed your thigh, nipping the skin to leave marks.

“Please hurry.” You whined. “I need you s - Ah -” your voice cut off when his tongue flicked over your clit. He smirked, feeling your hands in his hair. He ran his tongue over your slit, dipping as far as he could.

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, making you toss your head back against the tile. He loved the way you tasted. He loved eating you out and then fucking you when you were still sensitive because if he was lucky, he might get you to squirt.

He could already feel your legs shaking. He brought his fingers up to you and spread your folds so his tongue could explore. His dick was as hard as a rock again and he could feel you beginning to clench a bit.

He growled into your core when you moaned his name loudly and tugging on his hair hard. He made lewd sounds as he sucked on your core, he could feel your body shaking above his. He loved making you this way, he loved that this was all because of him.

He heard one more moan and he knew you finished. He slid your leg off his shoulder, holding it with his hand instead as he stood up. He grabbed the other, lifting you up against the wall. Within a split second, his cock was buried deep inside you.

“You fucking drive me crazy.” He hissed lowly, pulling out and thrusting back in. “You’re so tight, princess.” He could feel your sensitive pussy clenching around him and you felt soft and tight and warm, he wanted to stay like that forever.

“Fuck me.” You threw your head back against the wall and Baekhyun smirked. He’d just gotten inside you and you were already begging. His pace was mind blowing, he was surprised he could fuck you so hard after you’d already sucked him off.

He started to suck on your collarbone, attempting to leave as much of a mark as he possibly could. He knew neither of you would last long, you were already spent and he could already feel his balls tightening.

However, he was determined to make you squirt. He would fuck you until you did or until he couldn’t anymore. The idea of making you cum until you squirted had his thrusts faltering a bit.

He shifted over a bit, thrusting hard into your g-spot. He remembered it easily. Your nails dug into his back and the jolt of pain had him ready. As soon as he felt the extra burst of wetness from you, he knew what he’d done. He spilled deep inside you soon after that, slowly thrusting to help both of you calm down.

“It’s so fucking hot when you do that.” Baekhyun groaned, pulling his softening cock out of you. He set you down gently but he held on to you, knowing that you’d be shaky on your feet.

He kissed your forehead, grabbing your shampoo and starting to wash your hair for you. He smiled at you, running his fingers through your hair as he used the shampoo.

“That was fun.” You mumbled, leaning into him.

“Are you tired now?” He teased you, rinsing your hair out.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

2017.11.14

He figured it out. There was a sharp sting in his chest as he realized what you were here for. You - no, it wasn’t you. It was her. He had no idea what her name was, or how she figured out that you were somehow involved with him...but he was going to figure it out.

He was going to bring you back home whether it ended up killing him or not. It was not her he fell in love with, but you. You would not have any of the same memories he did, but he loved you. He knew what it was like to have you and from that day forward, he was never the same.

Because he would raise hell to bring you home.

And for some reason, in the back of his mind he knew he would have to.

2017.11.15

You’d been living with Baekhyun for almost two months now. He was enjoying every moment of you being with him. Everything was going surprisingly well for the two of you, he treated you well and you treated him well.

“Baek,” you wrapped your arms around him, your chest against his back as he worked at his computer, “you’ve been working for so long.”

“I know what you’re doing.” He hummed quietly. “But I’m working, we don’t have time right now.”

“It’s been over a week.” You whined. “You’re always so busy. You can’t take a ten minute break?”

“Baby, you know damn well that it’ll be more than ten minutes.” Baekhyun was calm. You were almost nervous about how calm he was. He’d never been able to go this long.

“You just look so good today.” You trailed your hands along his chest over his shirt. “I need you.” You were nearly shaking, maybe you could play it off as need. There was no way Baekhyun had caught on.

His fingers stopped typing and he moved slowly. The movement was sudden, you saw a flash of silver and before you could move away you felt a sharp sting on your arm. You let out a sound of surprise, feeling your skin bubble around the wound. You backed away from him quickly, your eyes wide.

He’d figured you out, you had no idea how, but he did. Now, you were screwed, your mission would fail. Even though you failed, you felt relieved. You wouldn’t have to lie to him anymore.

“A shifter? Really?” He growled lowly, a dark look in his eyes that you’d never seen. “Who are you? What did you do with (Y/N)?” The shifter quickly shed your form, appearing before Baekhyun for who she really was. She had long black hair with sharp brown eyes, eyes that dug into his and searched for his darkest secrets.

“She was never here, Baekhyun.” She told him. “My name is Areum -”

“I don’t give a fuck about you.” Baekhyun snarled at her. “Where is she? What did you do to her?”

“She never left America, Baekhyun.” Areum tried to explain. “I was sent here to bring you back to America and give her back to her brother. I never expected this -”

“What do they want with me?”

“You know what you are.” Areum looked at him with soft eyes. “You know that if you weren’t half human, the silver would damage you too.”

“They took her?” He advanced towards Areum, grabbing her arms. “Where is she? Who the fuck do I have to kill to find her?”

[sensationalscenarios]

[Dépaysement]

original requests can be found here

based on SF9 as: Mafia au found here  

i’m not 100% satisfied with it but i didnt wanna keep yall waiting any longer so after five hundred years i present to you mafia!taeyang; 

+ admin L

    “Dépaysement—n. When someone is taken out of their own familiar world into a new one.”

    Taeyang whistled cheerfully as he made his way towards Mr. Chung’s offices to collect his debt. Youngbin had already done Mr. Chung the kindness of extending his deadline by three days, but with today being his last day and no payment in sight, well Youngbin was not pleased. Taeyang hoped he would be able to use his bat today and rough him up some since his previous jobs had been rather uneventful. Very few would dare to miss a payment for the Red Dragons, and if they did they simply hadn’t meant Taeyang yet.

    He winked at a group of girls walking past him, smiling to himself as he heard their giggles behind him. Taeyang always got what he wanted, and that was exactly how he loved it. He enjoyed being the cat, and everyone else the mouse under his paw.

    Upon reaching Mr. Chung’s offices Taeyang was pleased to see that the receptionist was a young girl. It would be easy for him to get access to Mr. Chung after all. Taeyang took a few steps forward, stopping as his breath caught in his throat. The girl had turned slightly in order to type on her computer as she spoke on the phone, and Taeyang noted that she was rather cute. Really cute. He thought, staring for a few seconds longer. Focus Taeyang, you have a job to do. He blinked, regaining his composure as he put on a smile and walked up to her.

    “I’m here to see Mr. Chung. He should be expecting me.”

    ~~~

    You were typing away on the computer, composing emails while speaking to a customer on the phone. The receptionist job was a tedious one, but it paid well, though was it worth dealing with pretentious people? Debatable. You sighed in relief as you hung up the call, pausing your typing to rub your temples. The man on the phone had been rather angry that he wasn’t able to meet with Mr. Chung, but there was little you could do if he didn’t have an appointment scheduled.

    Turning back to your monitor, you continued writing the email to a local restaurant confirming the menu for the upcoming banquet this weekend. You’d just hit send when the sound of footsteps approaching drew your attention. Looking up, you were taken aback by the young and handsome boy in front of you. He looked like a university student, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, a backpack on his shoulders. Your eyebrow rose slightly at the sight of the baseball bat poking out from his bag, but figured he probably played for the university’s team.

    “May I help you?” You asked politely.

    “I’m here to see Mr. Chung. He should be expecting me.”

    “Name?”

    “Taeyang. Yoo Taeyang.” The boy leaned on the counter, and smiled at you.

    “Give me one moment to call him please.” You said, trying your best to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “Hello Mr. Chung? There’s someone here by the name of Yoo Taeyang. He says you were expecting him? Is that so? Yes, of course sir.”

    You hung up the phone once more, steeling yourself for the argument to come. “I’m sorry Mr. Yoo but unfortunately Mr. Chung will not be seeing you today. He is a very busy individual and has a strict schedule to follow. He also insists that you no longer disturb him and if you return I would have to call security.”

    “Is that so?” Taeyang asked, head tilting to the side slightly as he stared at you.

    You nodded, unsure of what to say. Mr. Chung’s response to hearing Taeyang’s name was unsettling to say the least. The man had spoken as if in a panic, the sound of rustling papers and curses only confirming that for some odd reason Mr. Chung was suddenly in a hurry to be elsewhere. You felt as if he almost didn’t believe you when you had said Taeyang was here, asking you to repeat his name once more. You wondered what connection these two had, for Mr. Chung to seem so afraid of a boy.

    “Well this won’t do. Mr. Chung knows today was his last day to-” Taeyang paused as the elevator doors down the hall on his right slid open, a distraught man all but sprinting out of it. “Ah, Mr. Chung! Just the man I was looking for.”

    Mr. Chung paled, eyes widening in terror. “Ah yes, good evening Taeyang!” He cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure as he adjusted his tie.

    “You know why I’m here, correct?” Taeyang was amused to say the least. This was always his favorite part of his job, watching people squirm, knowing they had no choice but to give him what he wanted. He strode towards the man, hands in his pockets as he smiled. “Don’t worry, just pay me what you owe Youngbin and we’ll be all good.”

    “I-” Mr. Chung cut off as you stepped out from behind your desk.

    “I’m sorry but Mr. Chung has already stated that he will not be seeing you today, regardless of whatever...business you may have with him.” You had absolutely no idea what you were doing or why, but you wanted to de-escalate the situation as much as possible. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave before I call security down here.”

    “Look sweetheart, I know you’re just doing your job, but this is a matter between your boss and me. I’d appreciate it if you don’t intervene, otherwise you’re gonna end up hurt.”

    “Sweetheart?” Your eyebrow rose as you stared at him. If there was one thing you hated, it was guys like him talking down on you as if you were some weak child. “Alright listen, for one thing, don’t call me ‘Sweetheart’, and for another, you’re going to have to leave. Now. Unless you want me to kick you in the balls with my heels.”

    Taeyang was rather surprised to say the least. This was the first time someone had genuinely stood up to him in such a manner. He had to admit, the girl had balls. He’d been about to respond he noticed Mr. Chung pulling something out from his suit pocket. Eyes widening, Taeyang grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him, shielding you with his body. “Stay behind me!”

    “What-” You gasped, grip tightening on Taeyang as you looked past him at Mr. Chung, who was now aiming his pistol at the two of you. “Oh shit.”

    “Mr. Chung, you really don’t want to do that.” Taeyang said, eyes fixed on the gun. Under normal circumstances, Taeyang would’ve been able to handle the situation just fine, but now he had you to consider and although Taeyang is both reckless and ruthless, he would never allow an innocent civilian to get hurt. He’d also never admit that perhaps his desire to protect you came from more than just you being an innocent bystander.

    “Oh yeah? What difference does it make? You’re going to kill me anyways.” Mr. Chung laughed hysterically, on the verge of losing his mind. “You know what? I could kill you so easily. Right here, right now. How would Kim Youngbin feel huh? Knowing that I killed one of his little boys. That’s what that bastard deserves anyways, threatening a man like me! He should be scared of me.”

    Taeyang stared at the man, trying his best to keep his own composure as the other spoke. He knew whenever he handled a negotiation that people would always have plenty of choice words to throw at him, but if there was one thing Taeyang absolutely would not stand for, is disrespect towards his brothers and especially disrespect towards Youngbin.

    He took a deep breath, and while Mr. Chung was still rambling on, he whispered to you. “I need you to trust me in the next thirty seconds. I won’t let him hurt you.”

    “Trust you?! You idiot you’re the reason he’s even waving that gun towards us!” You whispered back.

    Taeyang smiled. He definitely liked this girl. Mr. Chung stopped as he noticed the boy’s smile, his anger flaring. “Oh so you think this is funny? You won’t be laughing once I put a bullet through you!”

    Everything that happened after seemed to happen in slow motion as Mr. Chung tightened his finger around the trigger. Taeyang ducked towards the right, pulling you along with him as the first shot fired. Coming to a stop, he pushed you behind a large potted plant and handed you his backpack as he pulled his aluminum bat out from the side. With a quick ‘stay here’ Taeyang ran out as another shot fired, ricocheting off the pot.

    “You wanna play this game? Fine let’s fucking play.” Taeyang said, hands tightening around his bat.

    Mr. Chung laughed. “Let’s see if that bat can save your life boy.”

    Taeyang ran forward, jerking towards his left as Mr. Chung fired. It was only a short distance, and as Mr. Chung struggled to fire his next shot, Taeyang dropped, sliding the remaining distance. He swung his bat, landing a clean blow to Mr. Chung’s left leg, and as the other man fell in pain, Taeyang swung again, this time at his head. The older man coughed,spitting out blood, but grip still tight on his gun. Turning, he fired another shot, but Taeyang was quicker. He’d jumped over the man’s body just as the bullet flew by, only narrowly missing his arm as he placed his bat under Mr. Chung’s neck and pulled upwards, mimicking a choke hold. Mr. Chung dropped the gun as his fingers clawed at the bat.

    “Hey sweetheart, I need you out here.” Taeyang called, kicking the gun away with his foot.

    “What did I say about you calling me that?” You groaned as you cautiously poked your head out.

    “You know you like it.” Taeyang grinned. “Can you do me a favor? Look into Mr. Chung’s account here and take out thirty grand. I know he has the money.”

    “[Y/N] don’t...don’t you dare touch my money!” Mr. Chung choked out.

    “Shut up, you’re not in the position to be making any demands.” Taeyang hissed as he pulled on his bat again. “Besides you owe us that fucking money. That’s what a loan is. You borrow money and you pay it back in full.”

    “Alright well, cash withdrawals can only go up to ten grand before the bank would have to report it, but if Mr. Chung here signs a check, we can cash it in full.” You replied, quickly typing on your computer. Security would be here soon and you knew you’d have to get this done quickly. Pulling out a checkbook from your side drawer, you walked over to Mr. Chung with a pen in hand. “Mr. Chung just sign your name here and Taeyang will let you go.”

    “Fuck you!”

    “Hey, you don’t speak to a lady like that.” Taeyang snapped, pulling once more.

    “Just sign it Mr. Chung. Please.” You waited as Mr. Chung shakily signed the check, cursing the whole time and swearing that he’d get you both arrested. Once he was done, you hastily grabbed the check back before looking up at Taeyang. “Knock him out.”

    Taeyang rose an eyebrow curiously before doing so, Mr. Chung’s body crumpling to the floor. You cut him off as he opened his mouth to speak. “Come on we have to go security’s going to be here any second.”

    You grabbed his wrist and pulled him along, the check and his backpack in your other hand. You were thankful that your heels weren’t too high as you nearly ran down the street towards the bank. You didn’t stop till you were outside, breathing a little heavier. Taeyang, however, looked like he hardly broke a sweat as he stared at you wide eyed.

    “The guy’s a douche.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Besides, you saved my life, figured I’d sort of save yours by getting you out of there. Now stay here I’m going to go inside and cash the check for you. They know me since I often come here for Mr. Chung.”

    True to your word, after a few moments you came back out with a fat envelope filled with cash. You handed it to Taeyang, who held it in a way as if he were testing its weight.

    “There’s actually forty grand in there. Mr. Chung had the money to spare so I figured why not.” You blushed as Taeyang looked at you. “Like I said, you saved my life back there, so I owed you one.”

    “Well here, you deserve it.” Taeyang said, handing you the ten grand from the envelope. “You risked a lot by helping me today. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to get involved and you wouldn’t have if only Mr. Chung had been so kind as to let me in his office.”

    “Taeyang I can’t take this.”

    “[Y/N] please.”

    You paused, surprised that he’d actually remembered your name. Hesitantly,you took the ten grand, staring at the money sadly. “Thank you. I guess I will need it now since I’m pretty sure I’m fired.”

    A pause.

    “Oh shit. What am I going to do now?!” You panicked. The severity of the situation was finally sinking in and you realized that once Mr. Chung came around he would no doubt tell everything to the police which means jail time for you. You felt your life crumbling to pieces around you as one thought after another raced through your mind of all of the possibilities of what could happen next. Hell what’s going to stop Mr. Chung from really killing you?

    You felt yourself blushing again as Taeyang held your chin between his finger and his thumb, tilting your face upwards so he could look directly into your eyes. He smiled, a small smile, but one that confirmed your feelings that what you did was right, and that it was worth it.

    “Hey, if you’re worried about Mr. Chung, I swear on my life that he won’t hurt you. He won’t even be able to get within a hundred feet of you as long as I’m still breathing.”

    “Taeyang, I appreciate it, but we both know you can’t always be around, and uh, I’m guessing your line of work, whatever it is, requires you to be at the ready twenty four-seven. Also, I’m pretty sure your work and the people you work with or for, are your main priority.” You hesitated, before continuing. “We don’t even know each other. Like we’ve spent a total of what, maybe two hours together? I just really don’t think it’d be a good idea to-”

    The words died as you felt a pair of lips on your own. After what felt like a year, Taeyang pulled away with a grin on his face. “You talk too much you know that? But I guess it’s one of your charms. Besides it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known someone, if you feel like it’s the right person. Trust me, for as long as I’ve been in this business, I’ve never met someone like you.”

    “I-what?” You blinked, still feeling high from the kiss.

    Taeyang laughed. “I have a proposition for you sweetheart. If you don’t like it you can walk out anytime you want but it’ll be a way for me to keep you safe, and I’ve got some people who would be interested in meeting you. It’ll be temporary, just until I can guarantee that no one’s going to come after you because of what happened today, but it can become a permanent thing too. I mean only if you want to that is!”

    By this point Taeyang was rambling on, so you moved to cut him off by pecking his lips in return, both of you equally blushing. You played with the hem of your shirt nervously as you looked at him. “So what exactly is this proposition Yoo Taeyang?”

    Taeyang took a deep breath, and the world silenced as the two of you felt your hearts accelerating. You would never know, until much later how great of a risk Taeyang was taking in this one moment, in trusting you, a stranger by all means. Taeyang knew in his heart though, that he never would have been able to walk away from you anyways. From the moment he saw you he already knew how much you’d mean to him. He would do everything in his power to ensure your safety after what he’d done to you today, and Youngbin would understand, surely he would, along with the rest of his brothers. So, with another breath, he spoke.

    “Come stay with me.”

[coruscantholonet]

Sim ongoing

Soooo,first a small update on the sim in that work on it is still going down.  We’d love to have an opening date but playing it by ear.  Real life comes first, and I’ve been dealing with a lot of health issues so progress is a lot slower than it normally would be for me.  Fortunately have had several talented volunteers who are doing great with the build, so expect some more updates soon.

Some things we’re looking for include;

1. Getting a few rigs done.

2. Have a few staff positions as well in both the GM and storyteller department. As always longstanding policy is that we only take on those who do not have staff/responsibility positions elsewhere. 

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Next, I need to apologize.  I fucked up.  Recently I went at some people who didn’t really deserve the “wrath” which seemed to be a catalyst in a domino effect that crippled “Unification”.  I still have many criticisms of it, but that chain reaction allowed for something much worse to fill the void that was created and I speak of “SWU” and “Taris”.  While 0% of what I said was a “lie” there was of course items that were speculation and a bit harsh and in retrospect it was regrettable.  I had some people with real life connections to Cyprus in my ear and it was very much a fire which was extensively fed by those with a malicious agenda.  For all the flaws Loosh and others may have, they would be far favorable to Cyprus.  In the entire decade I’ve been here I don’t think I’ve ever encountered someone so corrupt, someone who has not an ounce of integrity or any idea what fair play is.  Over the last few weeks I’ve had to hear so many of the regulars here speak of how they’ve been screwed over there and it’s been a bit gut wrenching with the knowledge that I am partly responsible. 

One example I will provide of how he and his clique engineered the feud was that they were the ones leaking information from Unification chat.  I’ve always aspired to be the same in public as in private, so I’m not usually too concerned with “leaks”, but in this case it was a clear effort to escalate the fighting so that he could benefit from it.

Some other examples during this was when two votes where occurring in Unification at the same time.  One of them to take away Loosh’s server admin position, the other on banning me. 

So to make that clear.  Both Cyprus and Sabastiion/JOINASR traded votes in order to gain support for their effort to oust Loosh.  When that didn’t happen and they couldn’t obtain virtual “power” through Unification they instead broke off to make SWU.  

Everybody knows I don’t mind a “fight”, to some extent I’ll embrace it.  That’s just who I am, but in this case I do think that was used against me as I swallowed the bait and didn’t really take pause to see the agendas at play.  In retrospect, with the history Cyprus and Sabastiion/JOINASR have for this kind of thing, I should have seen it from a mile away.

So let’s start with their last sim, in 2017 they made a Corellia sim back when we were Coruscant.  We had been under construction much like now, however we had a major setback when those two saw the build then offered the builder a much higher sum than we were able to pay.  So they pretty much bought the build out from under us, then there was even some griefing during this period as they sought to do what they could to keep us from re-opening.. much like the present in which they’ve bribed several people over.  Eventually their co-admins got fed up with their antics and voted to remove their admin status.  In response they returned the build, several builders who had worked on parts of the sim where negatively affected by this and I’m not even sure it ever opened again.  Here is what their co-admins sent out at the time..

“ Tonight, (9/4/2017), the ownership team voted on the removal of another owner (Talon) and an Admin (Cyprus). The two of them had continually goaded another SWRP sim into conflict. That sim being Fourth Dimension/Legacies. They bought a build out from under the owner of that sim, trying to use it as their own and rushed to open before 4D was fully able to, and are now pinning that on us. They griefed said sim, and harrassed its players in their group chats on multiple occasions in attempts to either poach from them, or simply troll them. Talon, as an owner did not actually pay into monthly sim tier, and never passed along the money from rentals to the ownership team. We still don't know where that money is. Cyprus, controlled the tip jar in the landing zone, and we haven't seen a dime from that. This sim was started on the idea of civilizing Star Wars roleplay, and being done with this sort of drama. We, the ownership team are deeply sorry that this occurred, and we are going to be working as hard as possible to get the sim back open, and on a clean slate, starting from square one. We will have a skybox area open for roleplay ASAP as we complete the entire sim build. We greatly appreciate your support and patience during this time, and we hope to be back to full scale RP soon! Any further questions, please contact torresalpha12 “

And here is one of the builders of that sim;

[18:34] RedactedA: Eesh, Talon just did a seriously fucked up thing to Corellia. 

[18:35] RedactedB: yeah I heard he returned the whole sim

[18:35] RedactedA: He deleted the sim and is now advertising 4D in the groups. [18:35] RedactedA: That's seriously poor form. 

[18:35] RedactedB: wat 

[18:35] RedactedA: [18:31] Φ Brother Talon (sabastiion): Fourth Dimension (148,128,4083) ((Builds were stolen from here, and they also have 31 people. Looking for more RP outside of corellia? Consider this) 

[18:36] RedactedA: I worked on the build there too, I'm a little less than pleased my work was deleted as well. [18:36] RedactedB: He's such a cunt

So, they got removed from position, returned the build then started advertising for my sim.. this after they bought our builder out from under us.  I guess they figured they needed to get back on our good side after alienating everyone who had worked with them on that sim.  

They didn't even end up paying the builder all the money they'd promised, after they rage returned the sim they blamed the 150USD that never got delivered on the people who they had just left build-less that had nothing to do with the deal.

They turned around and offered us the build parts that the people they tried to stick with the bill didn't even have access to.  Trying to get back in good favor with us, we declined though, we pretty much sat there and watched that sim implode like "huh".  

09/06/2017 [00:08] Φ Cyprus (DarthWyyrlok Resident): Btw, the hutt palace that [redacted] made for us, probably one of the better things hes every made, did you want to use it?

There are countless other stories like this, they’ve ripped off many people over the years. 

[Redacted C]Years ago he was attempting to make a sim. He asked if i wanted to help out and be an admin. Said sure. Paid him 10k and he immediately banned me. Called me a dopey retard for believing him.  Part of me agrees with him.Ever since, if he shows up, i typically warn the fuck out of people and avoid him like a herpes ridden 3rd avenue hooker.

[Redacted D]Havent seen him on sim. But he sounds like a cunt.

[Redacted C] he's the lead for the empire on taris

This pattern of underhanded behavior extends to the roleplay itself.  I don’t think I’ve seen many cases of worse meta-gaming than from that circle of real life friends with Cyprus, Sabastiion and Nessa.   Here is just one example in which Cyprus plays both a Darth and a Jedi Master at the same time.. and...hunts himself.. clearly using one character to inflate the other, this is perhaps one of the worst abuses of alt accounts I’ve seen in my decade in SWRP...

[ Have cut out irrelevant posts from other people ]

[01:46] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1) walked in slowly, a shadow casted over his face as he stood on the dance area for a few moments before continuing forward. His footsteps where silent as if he was trained to walk in silence and his breathing nominalized. He hooded figure would proceed to the bar area where he would slowly sit down on the stool. Once again keeping the silence he had brought in with him

[02:11] Lord Talon walked in slowly his face hidden from all to see. The force around him pulsated as he walked in, each step he took created a soft tick that would echo across the room before drowed out by music. He then looked at the grey robed figure, his scent was masked but he could easily distinguish it from their past incounters. “Ah master Raven Tal” he said with a grin “It seems we meet again”

[02:13] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1) chuckled lightly as his head remained facing forward "It seems I've found you" he said in a low tone of voice as he stood up from his chair and faced Cyprus. Feeling the immense hate that radiated off of the sith warrior. His hands would extend outwards as the jedi warrior's lightsaber flew to his hands and ignighted, the blue blade humming to life.

[02:19] Lord Talon would simply grin at the comment that ordered him out. Instead he would enclose both muscular hands slowly around the hilt of the customized duel phase fouth generation saber as his skilled digets of his fingers locked into place. The weapon reacted to the brush of his touch in which followed a sudden snap and hiss igniting forth an extensive blood shine blade that illuminated the dark room. He gave a slight flourish of the imense blade as he twirled it between his hands before grasping it in a double djem power stance as he looked at the jedi that stood before him as a slight growle escaped from his teeth

[02:20] -Shiva- X -Shev'la Dinii- (ellisa01.turbo) drew her blaster pistols them, aiming one at the sith and then another at the jedi. With her fingers over the trigger she would then shout. "Oi, the fuck out of the establishment, now. Yo uare ruining business."

[02:21] Cyprus Talon (arijonas1) inclined his head slowly, tiping forth his chin in a silent acknowledgement of Lord Talon's invitation. His immense hands had enclosed around the enlongated staff hilt of his legendary blade and drew it close in a duel handed battle stance of Djem So in mirror of Talon's own. The laser blade gave a banshee wail as it whirled about suddenly in a brilliant flourish within the skilled flow of his hands, creating a whirlwind like effect of weaving blue blade before him as he approached abruptly foward, unleashing a controled thrust foward of the extensively long blade towards Talochest as he looked at the mando figure "I wouldnt shoot if I where you my friend" he said as he lunged forward

[ As if the style and names didn’t give it away, here he posted Raven’s post from the Cyprus account, then tries to cover in OOC ]

[02:23] Cyprus Talon (arijonas1): (whoops trying to send that back to him) [02:23] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): (i sent him that post lol and he was meant to check it and send it back incase i missed something lol) [02:23] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): (so just count that as my post so i dont have to re post lol)

[02:27] Lord Talon grinned slightly as he saw him lundge at him. He was more than prepared to dodge such an attack. He would side step away from the blade as he used his own to push it aside as he spun inwards and attempted to knock the side of the saber into Raven's head using his immense speed and strength that was fuled by his darkside enriched powers.

[ Some OOC arguing happened here, as Cyprus did not seem happy other people where interjecting in his fight..with himself, so back to the IC..]

[02:37] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1) moved around the woman standing there as he took into account the woman standing there as he simply rolled around her preventing her from getting in the middle. having maintained direct control over the fluid motion of the drive of the blazing red blade as it plunged forth from Lord Talon to his head, he would not overextend his balance and thus allowed him to counteract the strike to his head from Talon's own saber. There was a cracking hiss as the searing blades would connect he would extend a hand to Talons stomach he would attempt to push the Sith outward of the club to prevent any other distubance of the people inside, this was a jedi's fight, not theirds. And he would do whatever it took to finish it

[02:39] Lord Talon Eyes opened wide as he got hit by the force push, he was send flying out of the room as he then regained his balance by sliding across the floors with his boots that brought him to a halt. As he griped his lightsaber once more ready for Raven. He knew the jedi wouldn’t let the others get in the way so he left them alone and would focus on the jedi who he faced.

[ More OOC arguing about other people interjecting who then called for defenders choice RHCS, admin sides with them. ]

[02:49] Sihivus Verne: ((While V may not have been directly attacked, it is a club. Considering their club is being shot up, they are welcome to take action as judging per group defender roles)) [02:49] Cyprus Talon (arijonas1): (sighs  fine just let me and Raven finish because this was an really important rp taht had to be done and this was a sim we chose to meet at we didnt think others would get involved like this and lead to this ooc)

[ Extra hillarious when it is fairly obvious they’re the same ^  argument continues, eventually RHCS fight happens, Cyprus losses to the club bouncer. Of course the Jedi was mysteriously afk during the fight.. ]

[03:17] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): (ugg sorry about that everyone can someone fill me in on what happened, if anything happened in ims thanks!))

.[03:20] Eva Lekach: ( It's ok they got the Sith you are saved. )

[03:20] Eva Lekach: ( back ic )

[03:20] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): (i could have taken him lol)

[03:22] Lord Talon: m would be dragged out into the sidewalk of the the streets of the undercity as he chuckled lightly as he cluched his shoulder which had a bullet wound in it. after she let him go he would get onto a knee placeing on hand on the ground to stabalize himself as his sith coloed eyes looked at Shiva with long hatred. "I will find you and I will kill you, if you have family I sudgest you hide them for I will kill them.  You will cry out in pain beggin for death and i will not grant it to you, your pain will be that of 1000 dying souls.: he said as he collapesed onto his back and attempted to roll of the edge of the platform

[03:29] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1) shook his head "An interesting character Cyprus is, as stupid as his creator aparently" he said with a sigh looking to Sparrow "I'm sorry if he disturbed anything here, I mearly came by word of mouth that whe would be here, now it seems that I didnt need them." he said turning to Shiva "As for me, I do need them"

[03:29] Raven Tal (aaronsterling1) "when I leave"

[ The End.  Now while that was a few years back, he can’t use the “I was young” excuse, he was in his 20′s at the time as he’s now pushing 30, so this isn’t a case of ‘kids being dumb’.  This is a blatant abuse of alts IC, and clear attempts of deception OOC.  This pattern continued OOC elsewhere.. ]

[2013/11/02 01:34]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): And there is one thing I want to get clear, whats the big deal if I am an alt, or an old account of someone, which I am my old account got deleted and couldnt be recovered, Look the only reason im still in swrp is to get the rp back up and going between groups, thats why i cam because I know you guys are doing that do. Otherwise I would have given up swrp a long time ago, we all see it deteriating slowly and all I want to do is fix that, and I dont want to do this if people have anegative aditute twoards it. Honestly if I did something that got you upset please tell me and I can fix it! Please, I'm not sure what I did wrong, mearly came to say hello oocly thats all, nothign more nothing less then I got bombarded with questions. Im just confused is all [2013/11/02 01:35]  Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): alts are fine, but pretending to be an elder ooc is not and might get you banned in some places. [2013/11/02 01:37]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): what are you talking about lol Ive been around for a very long time in swrp. Back when the soverignty existed and besipin was still going strong and coursant was a dominant system, Ive been around for a while, my old sith master was MagmaRyu, he was one of the most well respected sith back when I was an apprentice and I was very luck to have him as a master otherwise I woulndt be her today [2013/11/02 01:37]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): So I'm not making anything up [2013/11/02 01:37]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): there would be no reason to [2013/11/02 01:38]  Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): that is not old [2013/11/02 01:39]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): thats about 5 years ago that im talking about [2013/11/02 01:39]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): 6 probably now [2013/11/02 01:39]  Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): well log on and lets see, if you are as old as ranogar [2013/11/02 01:39]  Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): he would remember back then [2013/11/02 01:40]  Raven Tal (aaronsterling1): i cant, my account was deleted my some ass, honestly how else can i prove this to you haha [2013/11/02 01:40]  Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): do you realize how many times i've heard this? Over the span of almost 8 years?

[00:57] Cyprus Talon (arijonas1): Raven came to me earlier today and seemed upset and confused by something you said, hes a dear friend of mine so if I could, what did you say to him? [00:58] Chaos DarkRose (nymph.zenith): i have no idea what you are talking about [00:58] Cyprus Talon (arijonas1): Raven Tal, he said he talked to you the other day...

Besides learning how to use spell check? there has been little growth in Cyprus, he’s still someone who utilizes OOC methods to gain IC power.  When he failed to make a mark legitimately, he now tries to buy the status. Rewarding those who support him with high combat system ranks or even real money in some cases.  So like I said, going after Loosh and Uni was dumb on my part as I enabled the rise of the most corrupt motherfucker in SWRP.  So there is some obligation to raise transparency and awareness of some of his past antics. Some of his past names even seem to be banned by Linden Labs, I couldn’t tell you why but found that interesting. Take all of that for what you will. I’ve provided materials to backup pretty much everything I’ve ever said on him, it is a rarity when you have to speculate so little to illustrate what a colossal garbage person someone is.   Play where you wanna play and do what you wanna do, but do it with eyes wide open.

Their platform is the exact same pledge they made in 2017, just a couple weeks before they destroyed a sim many people had worked hard on..

8-22-17 “Star Wars Universe Town Hall Agenda”; created by Sebastiion

“This notecard will explain what we will be talking about in more detail during the Townhall Meeting, as well as explaining a little more about Star Wars Universe. The purpose of Star Wars Universe is to strive to create a multi sim roleplay experience, executed through Star Wars Roleplay groups within the community. In light of recent events, and in the past couple of years of roleplay, the community has drifted far from what is used to be. By working together and by leaders stepping up to the plate we can accomplish a community that speaks for all of us instead of only one individual.

What will we be talking about?

*Why has Star Wars Roleplay fallen apart.*

*How Star Wars Universe can play a huge role in restoring trust within our community.*

*How Corellia, Dantooine, and other key sims can play a supporting role in this.**

Why it's important that the leadership within the community drives their ideas from its *entire* player base, and not just from a *few* key leaders.*

*The future of Star Wars Roleplay and how we can make this project a success.*

Once these topics have been addressed there will be a time for questions, comments, suggestions, etc. Remember this movement is a grassroots movement that starts with you. Attending this town hall and making your voice's heard can help shape the future of Star Wars Universe. The link will be posted in a notice an hour before we begin.”

I guess they changed their mind by  9/4/2017 when they returned the sim :(, point being, they are full of false promises, and pretty much anyone would be a favorable alternative to having these meta-gaming scam artists continue to assert influence over the community.   

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“Dark Lord”  lolo, not sure if I’ve ever seen a case of someone less deserving.

[03:22] Lord Talon: m would be dragged out into the sidewalk of the the streets of the undercity as he chuckled lightly as he cluched his shoulder which had a bullet wound in it. after she let him go he would get onto a knee placeing on hand on the ground to stabalize himself as his sith coloed eyes looked at Shiva with long hatred. "I will find you and I will kill you, if you have family I sudgest you hide them for I will kill them.  You will cry out in pain beggin for death and i will not grant it to you, your pain will be that of 1000 dying souls.: he said as he collapesed onto his back and attempted to roll of the edge of the platform

[illtrytobegood]

Home for the Holidays: goodbye (1 of 3)

Cookie Bun:  Quinton watched shifter leave, before turning around to see gummy. This was one of the people who tried to eat him at school. Be didnt trust this guy…but it seemed like shifter did.“…..Hey.

GUMMY (LLA):  Gummy looked over to the strange cookie flower, he knew Shifter trusted them for some reason, but he was freaking out. Shifter was gone…he tried to compose himself before he finally said, "We need to find Shifter….” Cookie Bun: “….well…i agree with you on that….

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped the exit candy tightly in his vine, he didn’t know how to feel about the cookie flower, he gave a shaky sigh, "Let’s check the park, then the library… he couldn’t have gone too far, not in the condition he’s in.”

Cookie Bun: “Oh…uh…o-okay.” Quinton forgot this place had a Park…he forgot alot places even existed. But that wasnt important at the moment, what was more important to him was finding shifter.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy offered a vine to Quintion. "Here, follow me, we can look together”

Cookie Bun: “……Quinton was very hesitant…but he took gummys vine, with his own small chocolate vine.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped tightly on Quinton’s vine tightly and burrowed the two flowers into the park.  Gummy glanced around, unsure of where to look in the park first. "SHIFTER!”

Cookie Bun: Well, aside from getting pulled from place to place, quinton looked around for a few moments, before calling out.“SHIFTER? SHIFTER! SHIFTER WHERE ARE YOU?

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy dragged quintion around, looking around the park. he looked around noticing the large half omega, by a tree. What was Chimera doing? he went in closer. "Chimera, have you seen…” his voice trailed off seeing a flower being smooched by Chimera.

CuteCat: Shifter froze as Chimera’s mouth pressed against his face. His mind went blank - this had never happened before. He could not account for it, could not understand what it meant. Was this what they wanted of him? His leaves lowered and he just stared at the giant abomination that was kissing him in shock, not hearing anything else that was said to him.

(Dunal) Chimera: he pulls away after a moment, blushing a bright red right down to the tips of his petals, covering his face with his paws

Cookie Bun: Quinton eyes widened as he saw this. He mumbled something to himself, before staring at the floor.

Eclipse/Petals: “Uh.. see? We care!” Petals just smiled awkwardly. Third wheel, much.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy looked shocked seeing Shifter being the flower of the smooch, looking at chimera… Those two were smoochbuddies…? Shifter had a smoochbuddy…? Gummy didn’t know why but it sort of hurt him…. he couldn’t place the feeling…Gummy shook his head, finally looking over to Shifter, “Shifter! Shifter, I got the candy for you”

CuteCat: Slowly, Shifter’s head tilted to the side. He was staring blankly at Chimera, his voice faded. “Is this why you tortured me?” He didn’t hear Gummy. He had been crying again, but now his gaze was all… wrong. Empty. … He started to laugh, loudly. “You really are all freaks!! It’s not even about him?!” He was bleeding, he was sure of it. He pulled the soul from his chest just to see how badly it was cracked and broken. “It’s all just so you can have fun. Like I tried to have fun.” He couldn’t stop laughing. Nothing he did or promised would stop them. They’d torture and kill him even if he helped Pointy. There was no way out. And that fact held a desperate hilarity.

Cookie Bun: Quinton didnt say anything. He was just eyeing down chimera.

(Dunal) Chimera: No, that isn’t-!

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy went closer to Shifter, he was terrified, this didn’t make sense, why did this…, “Shifter! Shifter, please don’t do anything you’ll regret!”

Eclipse/Petals: Petals was getting restless, unable to get Shifter to understand. “If you want to be like that, ITS ABOUT YOU, IDIOT. Thats why they want YOU to help, cause only YOU know how. Did you not even check out how many are trying to help him too? There are other also worried about you, jeez…”

SpaceConstellation: His head seemed to twitch from yET another argument abrewing in the distance

CuteCat: “Oh right.” Shifter looked straight at Petals, his smile stretching all across his face. “It’s for my own good. He put acid in my eye for my own good.” It had burned, it had hurt. It was for his sake. It was supposed to help him. “He almost decapitated me to make me happy.” He had choked, screamed, everyone staring and watching, telling him to let it happen. “He ripped out my throat over and over to save me.” Screaming, pleading, unable to move. No anesthesia. Unable to breathe. “He tried to keep me here because I’ll be happier that way.” Cut off from his friends, askers, people who wouldn’t hurt him. No way back. “He tore out my petal because I didn’t need it.” Tried to leash him. Cutting, hurting, laughing. Not giving it back. “He hugged and held and called me his baby all to comfort me.” Pleading didn’t help. Nothing helped. Bad touch. “He drugged me so I’d feel better.” Unable to even remember what he had done. “He put metal shards in my neck for my sake.” Painful static images. Couldn’t breathe. So much blood. His voice was getting more and more genuine the more things he listed. My sake. It’s about me.

Eclipse/Petals: Petals felt even worse now, and cringed as he went on. “I… Oh God, they all wanted to help you, but they did it half-way. C'mon Shifter, don’t let those dense people break you…” He went up to Shifter and hugged him, as awkward as it was.

SpaceConstellation: Ayye i could give y'all a piece of my mind for making things worse for him! Ah, he’s bloody innocent n all of you go n think he’s me. hAH I dont know whether to be proud of the insanity or absolutly miserable for bringing this upon him! he cackled, continuing to twitch and watch them in the distance

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy started shaking, tearing up as he heard Shifter talk. did he think that he was going to hurt him too…? did Shifter think he would…“Sh-Shifter….I….” Gummy gripped the candy tightly, he was a horrible friend… he should have come here faster, he should have… “I’m sorry…. I….”

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera looked down, silent now and in obvious emotional pain

CuteCat: Shifter wrapped his vines around Petals, tightly. Too tight, not letting him move. He whispered to the other flower. “I’ll help you, too.” A third vine searched the ground until he located his knife, raising it and then moving to stab it through Petals’s stem.

Cookie Bun: Quinton stopped eyeing chimera, and floating over to Shifter *Shifter….He was at a lose for words….he knew what it felt like. People forced his to feel someway…others tried and eat him…and people he cared about the most betrayed him.

SpaceConstellation: hOLY FUCK A storms a-brewing! he howled in laughter as the glint of the knife caught his eye

Eclipse/Petals: Petals felt trapped, and with the ominous words Petals tried to escape. “Uh, S-shifter? Are you okay?-”  He did not notice the knife.

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera moves to stop him, then hesitates Shifter….?

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped the candy tighter, breaking it in half  as he started to worry. Gummy noticed how they candy broke taking part of it going towards Shifter, “SHIFTER! I CAN SEND YOU HOME!” He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to help shifter, he knew whatever was happening it was just like him before, Shifter was scared, he had to be… “SHIFTER PLEASE- j-Just listen to me!”  " ….I can….“ gummy sniffed, shaking. "I…”

CuteCat: Shifter dug the blade deep into Petals’s stem , then unwrapped his vines from his victim and backed up a step. “It’s for your own good,” he said, more amused than he had any right to be. He twisted and pulled the knife, not back, but to the right as he tried to slice most of Petals’s stem apart and cripple him. “You’ll thank me later.” He laughed, remembering those words. Immense, blinding, helpless pain with that little phrase attached. … Why were there tears in his eye? No matter. His insides were still bleeding. He wanted it to stop.

SpaceConstellation: WOOOOO! Hes laughing so freaking much stop that MUUUUUURDEEEERRRRR!

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nightmare appeared next to Gummy and put a vine on him gently. Looked at him then on the place where Shifter was. He noned to this side, like… giving signal to someone. After a moment Candy appeared next to Shifter behind his back and used on him quick sleep magic.

Eclipse/Petals: When that slice cut through Petals stem, all he could do was open his mouth in a silent scream. “Don’t… be… 3…” was what he managed to croak out, just before fainting from the extreme pain

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy looked over to nightmare he was sobbing. he pulled out a few more vines, he just wanted his friend… he just wanted to help… why couldn’t he… “Shifter… pl… please….”  " I just…. I…“

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): (will wait for CC response now, moment)

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera just listens, crying Please, don’t…! Don’t do this….!

CuteCat: Shifter was cackling and crying at the same time, a deranged grin on his face, but before he could do anything else something struck him. He froze, faltering and swaying, trying to fight against it, but he was weak and within moments he had collapsed, dropping his knife and passing out. he picks up both fainted flowers in his paws No….

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nigthmare took Gummy to his vines and hugged him, trying to make him calm down. "I-it’s okey… h-he is alright… just fell asleep…” He said also shivering and crying little.  He could come faster… if he only knew…

SpaceConstellation: HAHAHA! Castor had seemed fo limp toward them now wHAT A SIGHT!  look at em swirling eyes of murky green insanity~

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “Chimera! Take Petals to hospital! Now! We will take care of Shifter with Gummy…” He said still hugging friend.

SpaceConstellation: wHY did cha stop it? It woulda been nice to see an argument escalate that far! You gotta go aaaalllll the way or its useless!

(Dunal) Chimera: he nods, putting Shifter down and Petals in his maw, barreling at Castor with rage in his eyes

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy held nightmare tightly, he couldn’t stop crying, he couldn’t stop. his shaking wouldn’t stop, he was a horrible friend, he did everything he could and still… why couldn’t he be a good friend, he tried, he’s do anything… Shifter didn’t even notice him… it was like he…. “I… I just want to send him home… I j-just want him to be safe… I… just want…. ” Gummy’s grip tighted as he started to get thornier. he could hardly speak, “I just want…. to wake up….”

Eclipse/Petals: Petals barely reacted to the surroundings, still unconscious from the pain

SpaceConstellation: he sneered, sliding to the side and whipping his tailcoats like he was that person with the red flag n Chimera was the bull Too slooowww! Why dontcha take your rage into a tree?

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “SHUT UP!” He looked angry with his scary face at Castor. Then he pet little Gummy stem. “G-gummy… we must take Shifter to somewhere safe, without people which can hurt him… i-is he… is he even alright? Is someone hurt him physically? I must know!” He looked worried but tried to stay calm and help Gummy to calm down.

(Dunal) Chimera: he snarls, putting Petals beside him and quickly healing him before running at him again

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Candy after moment, came next to Nightmare, just listening with frown to talk.

SpaceConstellation: You charge with no clear sense of attack! And oh my dear Nightmare, dont flatter me with that look! he seemed to enjoy the scary face Nightmare made while sidestepping to the right again just as before

Cookie Bun: This whole thing was confusing. Everything had happened so fast… *…Wha…Shifter…why……

CuteCat: Unconscious as he was, Shifter could not move in any way and was thus easily carried. Small, too.

SpaceConstellation: Im not here to hurt anyone, seeing as everyone hurts tHEMSELVES! I would rarher talk thank you!

Eclipse/Petals: Petals twitched a little from the brief healing, but still did not wake up. Still stuck on the ground.

SpaceConstellation: he seemed to bubble with glee in the chaos

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy sniffed, he try to calm down, he could hardly get out the words, “I-I have space… he’ll be… safe…” he reubbed his eyes..pausing a moment as he tried to settle down, “ L-letep kept… stalking u-… I tried to stop hi-…. ”

(Dunal) Chimera: he manages to twist once he side steps and lunges right at him

SpaceConstellation: his hands lash out and stomp onto the beasts muzzle, propelling him up and over the beast instead of being smushed flat. Unfortunately momentum wise he lands on the beasts back

(Dunal) Chimera: he tries to buck him off, and Castor has a clear line of sight to his sensitive antenna, damaged speaker and vital soul tubes on the back of his neck

SpaceConstellation: His hands latch onto the back,  and once his legs are locked around in a stradle,  it’s awfully hard to buck him off. Stick man has great muscles in da legs or how would you poledance~? His whole mouth n teeth snap out to chomp into the antenna

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “Hm?” He didn’t understood the last words but at least understood that there is some place when Shifter can be safe. “O-okey… we… must go there… take Shifter with us and go there. I have few things in inventory for him if he will feel bad or will be hurt.” He looked at sleeping Shifter… “You should take him to your vines  Gummy… if he would wake up suddely it’s better for him to have you as close as it’s possible…”

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy nodded, rubbing his eyes one last time and going to grab Shifter, he wrapped him in his vines and carried him towards nightmare. “Follow me….”

(Dunal) Chimera: he screeches, desperately trying to claw him off, his antenna easily snapping, but giving his mouth a powerful zap in the process CuteCat:  Shifter was easily picked up, hanging limply in Gummy’s vines. SpaceConstellation: He twitches in pain from the zap, hair fizzling with electricity ,but it turns into a moan as he lets go and drops to the ground, since the reflex is to arch your back, thus tilting down. He hits the ground running in a sporadic way

(Dunal) Chimera: he instantly follows, even more angry now

SpaceConstellation: Im sO glad i flustered uou this way dear Chimera! Oh Guuuummmeeeeyyyyyyy!

(Dunal) Chimera: he starts moving faster, surprisingly fast for a beast his size

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped Shifter tighter, extending a vine to nightmare, and attempted to burrow with the 2 in vine to the hotel room. He wasn’t going to let Shifter go no matter what. Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nightmare burrow with Gummy to some room in hotel. He looked little around at least here Shifter will be safe. Nightmare was silence for a moment. "I… don’t even know what exactly happened there… and… I don’t know if I want to know…“ He said sadly llooking at the floor.”

Cookie Bun: “Hey wait- “ Quinton teleports tot he hotel, looking around for nightmare, and gummy.

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40

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Word Count: 2,448

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Chapter 40: Let Go

”No, but I accept your blame. Really, it’s time to say goodbye.”

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Two weeks had passed since his encounter with Kihyun. Yoongi never would have guessed that seeing Kihyun under those circumstances would rattle him to the core. He’d been uneasy ever since, wondering when he would next run into the man; wondering if he would be better prepared for whatever words would come tumbling from his mouth next.

There was no lingering attachment there. At least not from Yoongi. That part of his life he’d put far behind him. He’d let it go when he traveled to the States and met Eden for the first time. He was able to see someone come from nothing, yet determined to make something of herself. She wasn’t the sort of person who accepted handouts and she always returned a favor – not wanting to place herself in the debt of others.

For the first time in a while, Yoongi thought of his family; the family he’d left behind in Hwaseong. His father, ironically, was the former police chief in the area. His mother ran her business from home, making calendars for people from the photos she’d taken. Yoongi adopted a love of photography thanks to her, but there were few moments when he ventured out with his camera. He just hadn’t had the time for it like he had when he was still a school kid.

Until now.

The shutter clicked wildly as he roamed around one of the parks in Gangnam. Spring was upon them. The blossoms from the cherry trees fluttered in waves on the ground and through the skies. The soft breeze tickled the hairs around his ears, reminding him that he probably needed to get a haircut soon. His legs carried him through the park, memories flooding his mind as he took nature shots and pictures of unsuspecting pedestrians.

There was a time when he would come to the park, usually late at night, with Eden. She hadn’t minded since there were nights when they both worked late. He frowned, recalling the memory of her laughing as she sprayed him with the bottle of water she had in her hand. His hair was drenched and water dripped from his eyelashes and chin, allowing her to get about a five-foot head start before giving chase.

She always let him catch her.

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head to chase the memory away. Stop, he chastised himself, you need to stop. She’s not here and she won’t be.

An image of Jungkook smiling widely as he embraced her replaced the vision in his mind. He paused in his steps, his hands cradling his camera lowering slowly. They finally fell to his sides and the weight of the camera tugged at the strap around his neck. A heaviness filled his chest until it finally collapsed into the pit of his stomach. Yoongi knew he had no right to feel anything at the sight of them together, whether in real life or in his own mind. The reality was still the same. He’d fucked up and his younger brother was doing the one thing he never had the courage to.

He was honest with the woman he loved.

Yoongi scoffed, reaching up to scratch at the side of his nose. A sardonic smile passed over his features as he admitted to himself that he had, in fact, loved that stubborn woman. That he was still in love with her. But he knew he’d blown it and there was no turning back the clock, no matter how much he might have wanted to. The situation was plain and clear as the daylight breaking through the canopy of trees over his head.

It was over. All he had to do was admit it to himself. Truly admit it.

Taking a few steps, he broke through a row of trees and deviated from the path. In the center of the park was a large rock near a man-made creek. The sunlight was always the best here, shining down without prejudice on whoever wished to seek out its light. His feet shuffled through the grass as he ducked under a low hanging branch, using his hand to shield his eyes from the mid-morning light that threatened to blind him.

Just as he was mentally cursing himself for not remembering to bring his sunglasses, he stopped and stared. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things and began to roughly rub his eyes with his fists. Blinking the prism-like spots from his vision, he looked again and saw that he hadn’t, in fact, been imagining things.

There, on the rock, laid Eden – sprawled out like a tiger who’d just finished devouring a kill that was hunted and sleeping off the heavy meal. Her olive skin glowed in the sunlight and he was surprised to see that she was willingly allowing the sun to touch her flesh. He remembered her saying how she hated the sun because it often baked her to a darker shade of brown than she liked, making her look Middle Eastern at times. Not that she had anything against them, but people were always getting her ethnic background wrong and it annoyed her.

Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, signifying that she was, in fact, asleep. Deep asleep, in fact. The gentle babbling from the creek and twittering of birds served as the perfect ambiance to rest and relax. There was a book opened face down on her stomach and her fingers splayed over the spine, holding it in place. But with each breath she took, it slowly slipped further and further from her hand. At the angle she was lying, the moment it left her fingers it would fall into the creek.

As if predicting the future, Yoongi watched the book begin its descent and he rushed forward, snatching up the book before it could meet its watery end. His heart hammered heavily against his ribs as he sighed, standing to his full height before closing the book. Eden mumbled something incoherent before rolling over on the smooth rock to readjust herself to a more comfortable position.

Yoongi was almost flabbergasted by this. He couldn’t remember a time when she’d allowed herself to be this vulnerable. Unless she believed she was safe, she would always jolt awake to the most innocent of sounds – a knife at the ready in her hand.

His brows furrowed while canting his head to the side. Is that it? Yoongi reached out with one hand, his fingers just barely touching her cheek. Do you feel safe here?

She groaned sleepily, causing him to flinch involuntarily. He yanked his hand back, as though he was being struck by a snake. Seconds later, Eden’s phone went off and she immediately sat up – patting her pockets for the item to get it to shut up. Yoongi stood rooted in his spot, unable to flee the scene. He continued to stare at her even as she groggily fisted her eyes to rid them of the sleepy haze sitting on the backs of her eyelids. Eden smacked her lips and then began looking around, her eyes falling on Yoongi.

As she looked at him, Yoongi didn’t move; he didn’t even breathe. Eden seemed to gather up her surroundings and the sleepiness in her gaze was quickly replaced with realization. Her eyes widened as her lips parted, prepared to scream at him. Without thinking, he reached out and covered her mouth with his hand, silencing whatever verbal onslaught she had prepared for him.

“Look, before you say anything, this is completely a coincidence,” he explained rapidly, feeling her huffing over his fingers, “so don’t get crazy, okay?”

Slowly, he removed his hand and held his arms up in surrender. She narrowed her eyes at him, the irritation evident. But she didn’t say anything. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or upset by her lack of clapbacks at that moment.

“Why are you sleeping here?”

“It’s a nice day out and I felt like taking a nap,” she said while standing from the rock, snatching the book from Yoongi’s hand. He’d almost forgotten he’d had it. “Sleeping on the rooftop gets too hot and I burn that way.”

“Yeah, I know…”

For a moment, no other words were shared between them. Even though Yoongi had so much he wanted to say, he couldn’t formulate the words the way he would have liked. Everything he tried to start with sounded like an excuse and all the other options made him sound like an idiot. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yoongi sighed as he roughly rubbed the back of his head.

“Eden,” he began, his heart rate escalating a measure, “I just…” Eden’s gaze practically bore into his forehead and Yoongi considered averting his gaze. However, he thought better of it and, instead, cleared his throat loudly. “…I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked quickly, catching him off guard. Licking his lips, he just looked at her as she folded her arms across her chest. “What are you sorry for, Yoongi-ah? Hm? That you got caught or that I’m with Jungkook now?”

There it was. The dig he was waiting for. He’d prepared himself for it, but he didn’t expect hearing her say it out loud to hurt so much. It was like he’d been hit in the gut with a cannon ball, the proverbial wind knocked straight from his lungs.

It was quickly replaced with anger.

“Goddammit, woman,” he snarled, taking a step forward to close what little distance there was between them, “you are fucking impossible, you know that?”

She sniffed, smirking. “I do, actually.”

Eden moved to pass him, but he quickly grabbed her by her upper arm, yanking her back so that she was flush against his chest. A gasp spilled from her, causing her book to fall against the grass as it slipped from her fingers. She tried to jerk free from him, but he squeezed tighter. He saw her brow twitch, probably from how hard he was holding her, but Yoongi couldn’t stop.

His body moved faster than his brain could process, unable to prevent him from doing what he was getting ready to do. Still in his grasp, Yoongi pushed Eden until her back hit the trunk of a tree. The leaves shuddered with the sudden force placed on its surface and she let out a soft cry. Glaring up at him, he matched her gaze as he looked into her eyes – his reflection cast back at him from her dark umber tones. Eden’s lips pressed together into a thin line, slowly blinking at him. But he saw the tell-tale red flare around her neck to show that her anger was mounting with each passing second.

Yoongi pressed his hips against hers, further bracing her against the tree and preventing her from escaping. But she made no move to remove herself from the situation. Whether she believed it was fruitless or if she was unable to was something that Yoongi couldn’t figure out. Her expression was so impassive outside of her clear outrage. She could have pushed him aside, slapped him, kicked him in the shin or, hell, even kneed him in the nuts.

But she did none of that. The only sign of a visible struggle was the flex of her muscle against his fingers. Why wasn’t she fighting back?

“Yoongi-ah,” she said, cutting through the turmoil raging in his head. He blinked, looking at her – really looking at her. But he couldn’t read the face she was making. “What do you want from me?”

“W-What?” He felt his mouth go dry and he involuntarily tried to swallow.

“You heard me.” She lazily blinked again. “What. Do. You. Want. From. Me?”

Eden made a point to enunciate each word of the question. It stung, like someone plucking hairs straight from the root of his head. But it was a question he wasn’t ready to answer. Or maybe he didn’t have an answer. He had every opportunity to fix the problems he’d caused. He had every chance in the world to come clean and he hadn’t. Asking anything from her, even now, would have been plain selfishness.

Yet, Yoongi wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be greedy. He wanted to play dirty and he wanted to be as unfair as humanly possible.

Instead of answering her, he leaned forward and forcefully pressed his lips against hers. He heard her sharp intake of breath and there was a sound of bark scraping from the tree and hitting the grass. Yoongi waited for her to shove him, slap him, or even to feel a sharp pain in his gut as she stabbed him. None of it came.

Nothing happened.

When he pulled back, Yoongi saw Eden’s eyes filling with tears. Whether they were angry tears or something else, he couldn’t be sure. When they finally leaked from her eyes, he took a step back and released the hold he had on her. His breath came out rapidly – like he’d broken the surface of the ocean after nearly sinking to his death.

There was clarity. Absolute clarity.

And it hurt him.

“Eden, I—”

“Wow,” she said, her bottom lip trembling as more tears streamed down her face, “you’re a real asshole, Min Yoongi. You know that?”

He sighed, nodding.

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re scum.”

He averted his gaze, too ashamed to look at her.

“I know.”

“And you’re the worst kind of pretender.”

He closed his eyes, wincing.

“You’re right. I am.”

Yoongi heard her leaving, her body shuffling through the grass and branches to exit the park. When her footsteps were far enough away, he felt his legs begin to tremble. Taking a step forward, he spun and let his back fall against the tree Eden previously was pressed on. It was still warm.

He looked down, spying the book that still laid abandoned on the grass. He slid down until he was sitting, his hand reaching out to grasp the book and finally looking at the title. Yoongi smiled bitterly.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?”

A pathetic laugh escaped his chest as he covered his eyes with his forearm. It was over. It was really over. To think otherwise would have been a fool’s errand. Mistakes were made, even now, and Yoongi had no choice but to admit to them. To admit that she was no longer his.

That she never would be.

Hugging one knee to his chest, he buried his face into the crook of his arm and released a painful laugh. “…I’m sorry, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “Your Hyung is so fucking sorry.”