#Y’all the reason why he’s getting beaten up and and passed around for ramen and Cheetos

[cyarskj1899]

I’m so pissed about this still honestly all that’s bastards supporters need to be murdered I have so many ugly things to say. Our community is BROKEN. This is the shit I be talkin about. Misogyny and anti intellectualism going hand in hand. TORY toxic masculinity punk bitch ass committed an actual crime and attempted murder on a Black woman. Emmett Till was tortured and murdered for allegedly whistling at a white woman. How in the actual fuck could you denigrate a literal offender to one of the saddest tragedies of the 20th century? And all that bitch timeline was saying that she doesn’t care. Our community is BROKEN

how dare you!

These people are insane. Joshua Harris Till is Emmett Till's cousin!

I can't even laugh at this one because of the audacity of the fact that a relative had to put you in check.

[mainly-kpop]

Gotta be trippin'

Word count: 2737

Warnings: none to report I don't think. Some cursing I guess?

Summary: instead of the regular entering a game story, what happens when her favourite character comes out said game?

A.N: Can I just take a moment to thank y’all for 500 followers wow. I never thought I’d get this far but here we are, As always I hope y’all stick by me and watch me grow <3 

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‘KOOKIE DON’T RUN THERE, HE’S RIGHT THERE!’ She screamed at the monitor, her character long dead and caught. Jungkook screamed down the microphone, no words, just screaming as his character bolts to the other side of the room. He sat for a moment, catching his breath, she dared not look at the screen. It wasn’t her character anymore, but she also couldn’t stand the tension. She didn’t know why she played these games, being the biggest pussy in the world, it didn’t really make sense. Tension and jump scares were her kryptonite, being the main reason she got no sleep at night.

‘Okay, I think I’M-OH MY HOLY FUCK HE’S RIGHT BEHIND ME- and he ripped my legs off, cool. Great.’ He screamed and whined, she sighed, thank fuck that was over for now. Jungkook said the dangerous words, the words that promised she would be up all night.

‘One more game?’ She sighed, clicking her character and locking in. He just laughed on the other side, picking his usual too.

‘I really don’t know why you pick him all the time, he’s so fucking clumsy. He’s always knocking into something or sneezing, I mean what fucking game character actually sneezes!’ He whined, sneaking through the same room they had done three times already. She picked up a couple items she could throw, to distract the bad guys.

‘Don’t be rude, I love him. You’re character isn’t much better, he may be graceful but he’s still just as tall!’ Namjoon was her chosen character, tall, lanky and very clumsy. The characters in this game were awkwardly normal, doing things that usually weren’t programed into normal stealth games. Namjoon would sneeze or stub his toe, would fart in fear, most of the time giving away his position. Jin however wasn’t all that much better, screaming when a rat scurried past him or a tree brushed against a window. His hair sticking up over most of the hiding spots. They were realistically dumb characters, that’s what made the game so fun yet difficult. There was better characters, ones built specifically for stealth. Their stats showing drastically better than the chosen two characters, but where was the fun in that?

‘Don’t you dare bad mouth Jin, you take it back you spineless bastard.’ She gasped in mock hurt, scootching her character right beside him. Just as expected, her character sneezed giving away their position getting them both killed.

‘You’re a dick, you know that?’ He sighed, logging out of the game, throwing the controller away. A rage quit, real mature.

‘Hey what can I say, it’s a gift.’ She replied, logging out too, saying a quick goodbye. She sank into her warm bedsheets, sighing contently, at least she might actually get some sleep tonight.

A bright light shone the expanse of her small room, from outside you would see it three streets over. She winced in her sleep, rolling over whining, the light dimmed as she went to crack her eyes open. Smiling contently, she snuggled back into the pillow of her bed, falling asleep almost instantly. He looked over her sleeping form, tilting his head to the left. She let out a particularly loud snore, he shrieked in fright, covering his mouth instantly. How did he get here? It doesn’t make sense, he’s somewhere he didn’t know. He was just in a beaten down library, no?

Alarm blaring she moaned, a loud, sleep filled grumble, slapping her hand all over her bedside table. Finally grabbing her phone she turned the incessant ringing off. She whined, realising Jungkook would be over soon to grab her for classes. Laying in bed for another 20 minutes scrolling through her phone, she finally pulled her sleep deprived body out of bed. Grabbing a random shirt from the drying rack and some jeans that were lying on the floor, she sighed grabbing her bag pack. Shoving a slice of gum in her mouth she slipped out the front door, climbing into Jungkooks car. Jungkook scrunched his nose up, she smelt ripe, could she not tell she was smelly? He threw a can of deodorant at her, raising his eyebrow waiting, for the love of God please use it.

‘Didn’t you wear those jeans yesterday?’ He sighed, looking her up and down in disgust. She rolled her eyes, throwing the can of deodorant in the back, pulling down the sun visor to look in the mirror. Raking a hand through her hair, she brushed out the kinks, folding it back up and sinking in the seat.

‘I mean probably, but whose paying attention to anything in university? Everyone is just trying to get through the day without a nap.’ He sighed, why was he friends with the biggest mess on campus?

‘Besides, you wore that shirt yesterday, and dropped some sauce down it.’ She pointed out, letting him know, they were friends because they’re on the same level. Both disgusting, hardly functioning college students, trying to learn something. Something more than how to live on ramen for a year.

‘Don’t attack me like that, that hurt my soul.’ She rolled her eyes, smacking him before they pulled up to the school.

‘Right, out my car you slob, time to learn.’ He grabbed his bag pack from the back seat, climbing out the car and locking it. She bid good day to him, promising to meet at his car when they were done. She only had a half day today and he finished classes an hour after her. Realistically, that would give her time to go to the library, study up. However, she was 100% just going to the canteen to nap on a table after eating her weight in bad food.

He sighed a breath of relief as she left the house, holding back just in case she wasn’t gone yet. Waiting a couple minutes, he pushed the closet door open, stepping into the middle of the room. Did she take the jeans that were on the floor? God this girl needed to do some washing. He walked about for a while, not really knowing what to do, usually something would have happened by now, but this seemed quiet. There was no creaking floorboards, no ominous footsteps. Nothing. It was just a peaceful two story house, two bedroom, one bathroom, messy ass house. The bed looked comfortable, that was also strange, usually sheets were ripped and worn, smelt of mould and damp. This bed was soft, smelt like fabric softener, unmade, but comfortable.

‘A little nap couldn’t hurt right?’ laying his head down on the pillow he closed his eyes softly, this outfit really wasn’t sleep compatible, he would change later, after his short nap. Five minutes, maximum.

‘Thanks for dropping me home Kook, we playing tonight?’ She questioned, one leg out the car.

‘Sure, some new skins and stuff came out for Jin, so I’ll check them out first before we play. I think Namjoon got something too, an update or something? Hopefully he doesn’t sneeze and roll anymore.’ She smacked his arm as he laughed, running his hand through his hair.

‘Don’t insult my man Jungkook, or I’ll make him roll and sneeze at you again.’ Closing the door behind her, she ran up her path. Throwing her bag by the door, she sighed. Thank god this day was over. ‘I need a nap.’ She thought out loud, trudging back to her bedroom. Jeans weren’t exactly sleep material, so she undid the button, walking out of them with every step she took.

‘AGH! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!’ It startled him out of his sleep, flailing around on the bed trying to stand in a defensive position.

‘WHY DON’T YOU HAVE PANTS ON!?’ He yelped back, horror written all over his face.

‘YOU DON’T ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE, I DO. WHO ARE YOU?!’ She tried to arm herself with the nearest thing, being her clock that hasn’t worked for 3 years. It was cute, slowly becoming more decorative than functional. He took a breath, calming himself down.

‘I’m Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you.’ He spoke calmly, trying to keep his eyes on her and not the VERY small panties she was wearing. She smiled, holding back a laugh, every serious second that passed she couldn’t hold it any longer. A loud, hearty laugh escaped her lips, catching Namjoon off guard. He tilted his head slightly to the right, trying to figure out what in hell was so funny.

‘Sorry, really I’m- HA. No sorry, I don’t know what to say, it’s a good cosplay though! I’m impressed.’ His frown only deepened, heavily confused, what the fuck is cosplay?

‘What is-‘

‘I told you, I ask the questions not you. How did you get in here?’ He thought about it, now she was asking he had no idea. Honestly one minute he was in a beaten down library, next he was staring over her snoring body as she slept.

‘Okay, you took too long I’m calling the cops.’ She sighed, grabbing her phone off her bedside table, running down the hall trying to dial the 3 numbers. He was faster, clumsily he grabbed her waist, throwing them both to the ground.

‘Please don’t call the police, we don’t know what’s happening yet!’ He scream whispered, genuine fear of something bad happening.

‘I know exactly what I’m going to say, okay hear me out.’ He climbed off her body, sitting on his knees ready to listen. ‘I’m going to say “hello, officer, some FUCKING CRAZY DUDE BROKE INTO MY HOUSE” how does that sound?’ He furrowed his eyebrows, tapping his chin in thought.

‘I mean, generally, it doesn’t sound too bad. Quite convincing, you sound a little... Hmm, how do I put this nicely, erratic! You sound fucking erratic.’ She tipped her head, now she was sitting closer to him, she could see the resemblance to the character. It was creepy actually, and she could commend the art in any other situation.

‘To be Frank, Mr. Namjoon, I don’t care how I sound, for me, right now, it’s the truth. Unless you can explain yourself that is?’ He sighed rolling his eyes, he might as well say, at this point it’s not like she would actually believe him.

‘I was in an old beaten down library, smelled like dust and was damp. The books were old, worn and falling apart, I could hear creaking above me but I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, I hid, like I always do because I’m a pussy. Anyways, I went to stand up, pulled a book off the shelf, fell to the ground, and boom here I am. One bright light, and a short fall later. I know you don’t believe me, but that’s what happened.’ He dusted off his trousers, standing up off the floor, reaching his hand out for her to take. Slipping her hand hesitantly in his, she stood, bodies flushed together. She awkwardly cleared her throat, taking a step back.

‘I need to sleep, this is insanity.’ She sighed, slinking past him into her bedroom. She still wasn’t wearing pants, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. Ignoring it as much as she could, climbing into the warm embrace of her bed.

‘It’s only 4pm...’ Namjoon pointed out, frown deep set on his face. She sighed rolling over in the bed to face him.

‘I know, so could you turn the light off and close the blinds? At least it will help me pretend it’s like midnight?’ He rolled his eyes, a sarcastic laugh slipping through his lips. He stood in utter disbelief for a moment before doing as he was told.

‘Fine, I’ll just sit in this chair, and wait.’ She waved her hand in his general direction a small “yeah whatever” being the last thing leaving her mouth. He sighed slumping down into the chair, well he might as well try to get some rest too...

She snored herself awake the next morning, looking around hazily wondering why she was awake. The man across the room rolled his eyes at her, straightening out his posture from leaning on the door frame.

‘You sleep like a log, I totally beat up and killed a rabid dog last night and you didn’t even stir.’ Her eyes bulged out her head, leaping out of the bed and to the window she looked out. Mr Stevensons dog next door was a bit... Hyper to say the least, but not rabid!

‘YOU KILLED A DOG!?’ She yelped, looking all over the yard for the evidence. He laughed from the doorway, stepping forward.

‘No, but I did stub my toe really hard off your bed. Jolted it and everything, let out a scream of pain and you, just snored louder to cover it. Thanks for that.’ He sighed, lying down on her bed, the lumpy chair in the corner really not doing wonders for his back.

‘You can’t joke like that, Christ. Anyways, I believe you.’ His eyebrows shot up his forehead, he wasn’t even sure he believed himself. ‘I know, hard to believe, but not as hard to believe as your story. However, I have decided to trust you, now how do we get you back in the game?’ He frowned, he didn’t want to go back. How was he supposed to tell her he didn’t want to go back to fighting monsters, didn’t want to go back to the fear of dying every 5 minutes. He wasn’t cut out for this life, he didn’t want it. She watched him curiously, he was cute. She always found the character cute, but she didn’t want him to go back, she wanted to learn about him. About what he remembers from the game, if he had his own memories other than just dying over and over. She wanted to know him.

‘You don’t want to go back, do you?’ He shook his head coyly, she sighed, kind of relieved kind of stressed. She couldn’t really just throw this guy onto the streets, slumping back down into her pillow she thought of a game plan. He had almost fallen asleep before she shot up, speaking again.

‘Okay, you can stay here. You’re not freeloading though, so you can wipe that happiness off your face right now. You need to get a job, or go to college or something. This house is already paid for but if I have to feed another mouth, you’ll be paying too.’ He nodded, he could do that.

‘I still can’t believe you didn’t send him back.’ Jungkook spoke, throwing mini hula hoops into her mouth. Two months had passed, Namjoon proving to be a massive help. More than she had anticipated. He wasn’t scared of spiders, easily scooping them up and getting rid of them. He liked playing games, especially the ones he came out of, telling Jungkook all the secrets helping him advance faster. Him and Jungkook had become nerd friends, always talking about comics and games. He had taken up a job teaching kids self defence, showing them how to get rid of bad guys. ‘But only if you’re attacked first kids!’

‘Thought you hated his character anyways? He’s so much more helpful in this world than that one.’ She jolted a finger towards the TV, catching the next hula hoop easily.

‘I mean yeah, but now the character has no personality, it’s boring.’ She rolled her eyes, the front door closing. Jungkooks attention diverted, throwing the crisp right at her eye.

‘Jungkook what the-‘ it was so obvious who Jungkook favoured now, clearly he had a new best friend.

‘Oh hey dude! How are you? How was work? Any kids kick you in the knee caps again?’ He fired questions at her roommate, causing a startled look to bubble it’s way over his features. He looked at her in mild panic and shock before sinking into a seat.

‘Na, thankfully that hasn’t happened again. It was okay today though, we had a new trainee, he’s a good bit older than the other trainees though.’ Jungkook and her cocked an eyebrow at each other.

‘How much older? What’s his name?’ Namjoon pulled his eyebrows together, grabbing some snacks from Jungkooks lap.

‘He’s definitely older than me, I think he said his name was Jin?’ She choked on her spit, Jungkook following suit. That had to be a coincidence, right?