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swinterr · 4 years ago

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

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a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

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soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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bbystark · 4 years ago

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Anxious Baker

Gordon Ramsay x reader

Request: “Hi ! Gordon Ramsay x reader please ? This is a weird ask but like reader having an anxiety attack or something and them passing out in his arms idk idk you can ignore this if u want - 🤍”

Warnings: Talk of mental health, anxiety, panic attacks

A/N: This is so terribly late and I apologize. I’ve finally figured out how to balance work and college so now I’m back on track for having free time to write. Also, I love the fact that someone requested Gordon Ramsey. I literally will dump anything on my blog, hopefully this is proof. (is this the first Gordon Ramsay fic on tumblr?)

Word Count: 1695

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You hum quietly, stirring the strawberries that were slowly reducing in a pot. You dipped your finger in, bringing it to your lips. You exclaim to yourself in delight, surprised that you were pulling off the recipe you had chosen. You turned the pot off, spinning around to pour the syrupy strawberries over the now-chilled pound cake.

You set the pot down, leaning on the counter to take a small break. You smiled to yourself and took a deep breath. Everything was going good.

Nothing is wrong, you remind yourself as thoughts in the back of your head nag at you.

You had struggled with anxiety for a while, and had become accustomed to random racing thoughts and heart acceleration. You were proud that you were working through it, even if you had a bad day once and a while.

As far as you could tell, today was a decent day. Baking was a safe escape for you, and you weren’t too bad at it. At some points it could be stressful, but being able to get rid of worries and focus on what was in front of you was therapy, in your mind.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the doorbell ringing, causing a smile to spread across your face. You wipe your hands on a dish towel nearby and jog to your front door. When you make it there, you throw it open.

Gordon.

“Hello, Darling.” He steps in the door, hanging his jacket up on the rack and toeing his shoes off to the side. He sets the other things he was holding down and reaches towards you.

You step into his arms, your head briefly resting on his chest.

“Gordon! It’s been so long.”

He releases you, gently grasping your shoulders to hold you at arm's length.

“You look good,” he pauses, “And what’s that delightful smell? You’ve been baking again haven’t you?” He smiles down at you.

You smile bashfully. “I have. It’s strawberry shortcake this time. Nothing earth shattering.”

“Well I’m no pastry chef but if you made it I know it will be amazing love.”

You blush a little, realizing he’s still holding onto you. You roll our eyes, trying not to seem flustered and reach for the bags he had previously set down.

“What’d you bring me, old friend?”

“Old you say?” He follows you into the kitchen.

You set the bag down on the island, glancing up at Gordon as he nudges you aside and starts taking containers out of his bag.

“Skillet Cod with lemon and capers. It’s from the Tahoe location I’ve recently opened.” He moves around you with confidence, finding the cupboard you keep your plates in and pulling two out.

You grab forks, making your way to the table and setting two spots. Gordon joins you, placing plates down and plating the food from the “to go” boxes. It’s still warm, and somehow he manages to make it look like it just came out of the pass.

“This looks great Gordon. How’s the restaurant faring?”

He sits beside you, passing you a napkin. The whole thing seems too domestic and you almost hate how much you love the idea of life being like this every day.

“Just fine darling, my head chef is fully capable but it doesn’t stop me from making frequent trips up here,” He looks up from his food and gives you a sly smile, “Tahoe is truly a world treasure.”

You laugh. You have lived in California your entire life and oftentimes forget how lucky you are to have Lake Tahoe at your fingertips.

“I certainly don’t mind all the company I’ve been getting. Speaking of, when are you going to take me to your crowning achievement, hm?”

He laughs.

“Very soon, I promise.”

Conversation continues easily between you two, simply catching up. Occasionally one of you would look a little too long at the other, but fleeting glances would scare your gazes away. At some point, wine was brought to the table and you had a few drinks in (you swear it was only a few) and your head was swimming in a very pleasant way.

That was, until a smoke detector went off. Your heart rate accelerated almost immediately, eyes widening. Did you leave the stove on? Was it something else? Oh god, was your house about to burn down?

A million thoughts race through your mind and suddenly your throat seems very dry and tight.

You bolt up from your seat, rounding the corner. The stove was fine, and there were no flames anywhere else. The cake was still safe on the counter. Suddenly you realized there was smoke in the air and it was coming from the oven.

You had left it on after you took the cake out. You opened it after clicking the cancel button, a mass of smoke billowing out.

“Y/n? Isn't everything alright?”

You almost don’t hear him, too busy looking for what exactly was burning so badly. When the smoke clears a little bit, you see the now black batter at the bottom of the oven, realizing how stupid you currently felt. You had spilled some earlier when putting the cake in the oven, and had tried to remember to clean it up once the oven had cooled.

You now didn’t feel fear, just overwhelming embarrassment. Gordon had just witnessed you totally freak out over virtually nothing. Your throat felt tight and your eyes began to sting. You quickly shut the oven, bracing yourself against it. It was only getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t helping that you were trying to stifle your emotions.

“Y/n darling-”

You’re braced against the oven, chest heaving. You can’t really lie to yourself any longer and say you aren’t panicking, because you are and suddenly every coping mechanism your therapist taught you is thrown out the window and god you don’t want anyone- much less Gordon- to see you like this.

Your anxieties are only piling on and you suddenly have tunnel vision, slumping even more onto the oven. You faintly feel Gordon’s hands underneath your arms, probably holding you up at this point. Your vision is swimming and you feel sick.

For a moment or so there’s nothing, and slowly you begin to feel better as your vision returns. You only feel so, so tired as you realize you had just passed out.

“There you go love, take it easy.”

You blink a few times, looking at your surroundings. You're on your kitchen floor, in Gordon’s lap. He’s stroking your hair, his brows furrowed.

“You look like you do when you get pissed on Hell’s Kitchen.” You let your head fall back onto his lap.

“Jesus fucking christ you scared me. What was that?”

“Just a panic attack, I think.”

“I thought they were getting better, that you were making progress?”

He looked genuinley worried and you realized how dumb your brain was for being overly anxious about having a panic attack in front of him. Which was ironic, seeing how more panic only made a bigger panic attack.

“I was. Sometimes they’re still bad, never like that though.”

“Are you sure you’re okay, should we go to the hospital?”

You try to sit up, only for Gordon to put a hand on your shoulder. You half smile allowing yourself to lay your head back down.

“Really Gordon, I feel better. It’s nothing but my brain overreacting a bit. I promise.”

He’s stroking your head again, and you can see he doesn’t believe you. You don’t blame him, he hadn’t experienced mental health issues in the same personal way you experienced them. This was something you had to deal with everyday, and he didn’t. You understood how concerning this probably seemed to him.

“I think I should stay tonight, just to make sure you’re okay.”

He helps you up, slowly, and being ever so careful with you. He leads you to your room, barely allowing you to change into pajamas. It was endearing how worried he was for you, but there was still a slight concern that you were being a burden.

“Are you alright?” He peaks around the door when you give him the okay, and you see that he’s shed his jacket and is now in sweatpants.

“Yes,” you sit on your bed, trying to hold in a yawn. “Are you sure you can stay tonight?”

“I would have been heading back to my hotel anyway. I don’t leave until Saturday.” He sits next to you on the bed, looking as if he’s gonna fret over you again.

“You can sleep in here, if you would like. My couch isn’t the most comfortable…”

“You didn’t think I was leaving you alone after that, did you?” He rolls over you, jokingly grabbing a pillow and bumping you with it. “This is my bed now too until I know you’re absolutely okay.”

You flush, and roll your eyes once again. “If you insist.”

Your heart is racing again and you almost laugh. This is a different kind of anxiety, the kind that makes your heart swell with love and the butterflies in your stomach to flutter around gently. It was exciting.

You turn and turn off your bedside light, crawling under the covers. You feel Gordon do the same, situating himself. You’re about to whisper goodnight when he pulls you into him, your head resting on his chest. He gives you a kiss on the forehead, squeezing your shoulder in a comforting way.

“Goodnight my love.”

“Goodnight Gordon.”

You suddenly feel content. No anxiety in the back of your mind, only bliss and safeness. There’s an unspoken promise that Gordon wishes he could voice, the solid promise of love that neither of you were quite ready to explore yet. But all of that didn’t matter at the moment. The only thing that he could feel was your steady heartbeat and rise and fall of your chest.

He unspokenly loved you, and that was enough for now.

“You know, we never got cake.”

“Cuddling you is dessert enough for me,” a pause, “Actually I will be stealing a slice tomorrow.

Thank you for reading!

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unsymp-sides-content · 4 years ago

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I'm pretty sure you're taking fic prompts? So.. if you're up for it, could I have a fic with Prinxiety and U!Janus and Patton?

Like.. Janus and Patton say some shit to Roman and Roman goes ":'(" and Virgil goes ">:[ bitch"

Pretty sure none of this makes sense, but.. :D

This really ended up taking me forever, huh? Thank you so much for being patient. This one got away from me a little, hut I hope you like it.

Characters: Everyone except Logan, though Remus is only mentioned

Words: 1634

For as long as he'd had a brother, he'd been scared of him. If anyone ever asked him why this was so, he wasn't sure he'd actually be able to answer. Sure, Remus was blunt and loud and loved to lash out or interpret their words in the most disturbing way possible, but he'd never done any of them serious or lasting harm. At most, the effects of his attacks lasted a few hours before they vanished completely. Not to mention, some of his ideas were actually rather good.

But no one ever asked him why and so he kept being scared.

For as long as he'd had a brother, he'd been scared of being like him. If anyone ever asked him why this was so, he'd have two answers. The first, which he would give to them, would talk about all the things Remus had done wrong and how evil he was. The second was far simpler. He was scared to be like his brother because no one loved his brother and Roman didn't want to be unloved. That answer however, he would never say out loud to the others.

Nor would he ever admit how he was worried it had already happened.

Patton, of course, had been the one who'd started it. After the split, he'd tell Roman over and over about how terrible Remus was and how he had to do everything in his power not to be like him.

Roman had been so young then, not to mention confused and terrified, and Patton had seemed so confident that any potential arguments he'd had died almost immediately and he nodded. As the years went on, Patton had never relented or showed any signs of changing his mind and so Roman kept pushing down his doubts and fears. After all, he was cared about and listened to here. Most of the time, at least.

And then Virgil came along and everyone seemed to hate him at first so of course, Roman went along with them. After all, Thomas had said that he wanted his Anxiety gone and Roman's job was to make Thomas happy.

Except suddenly, that wasn't what Thomas wanted. Suddenly everyone was fine with Virgil. Even Patton, though Roman could sense the anger beneath those patronizing and sickly sweet smiles he always always gave the side.

And now Roman was the one in the wrong even though he'd only been trying to do what everyone else wanted. And so he apologized and Virgil seemed to accept it and it seemed like things would be okay. Like maybe Patton wouldn't be quite as rigid about his rules anymore and maybe Roman wouldn't have to be quite as scared. And so he allowed himself to think that maybe, just maybe, things would start to get better now.

He and Virgil started to spend more time together, getting closer with each other. For all of their arguing, they genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Roman was good at distracting Virgil from his thoughts and making him feel safe. And Roman liked the way Virgil brought a different perspective to the things he loved and created, even if he didn't always agree with him.

While Roman couldn't pinpoint when exactly he'd fallen in love with the other side, the realization that he had hardly came as a surprise. He'd been ecstatic when he'd found out that Virgil felt the same way. And almost as happy when Patton didn't seem to have any problems with it. Not outwardly, at least. He started being just a little sharper with Roman, just a little more critical of everything he made, and a little less forgiving of his mistakes. And just like that, any hope Roman had had for things getting better faded.

But it was fine. Roman had learned to deal with Patton's comments and passive aggressiveness years ago. All this meant was that he would have to start working that much harder. And that was fine, even if he was already exhausted, even if he already spent most of his time trying to come up with new ideas and further Thomas's career. It was fine. He was willing to do this for Virgil.

And so he started pushing himself more and ignoring Virgil's concern whenever he brought up how hard Roman was working. And for a while, things were good and Roman, despite how tired he was, was happy.

And then Janus had showed up.

Roman wanted nothing more than to believe the deceitful side cared about him, to believe the compliments he gave him. But he could never quite tell. He couldn't keep up with the other side. Couldn't tell when he was lying and when he was being honest. Or when he was just trying to manipulate Roman for his own purposes and when he genuinely wanted to help him. If he ever did.

And Patton kept telling Roman not to trust him until suddenly trusting him was fine and Roman was the bad guy for not already doing so. As if Patton himself had been any kinder to Janus before that moment. As if Patton hadn't been the one who'd been warning Roman about the "others" for as long as he could remember. As if Patton wasn't the reason he'd been acting this way in the first place, terrified of messing up and making his family hate him.

He'd wanted to point out all of these things, to scream at Patton but he had been so tired. And so he'd simply sunk down to his room, falling onto his bed. He'd stayed there for the next few days, refusing to come out or let anyone in, including Virgil.

By the time he did agree to come out, the anger and frustration had started to fade, replacing themself with a mixture of sadness and resignation. He wasn't sure which he preferred.

Patton and Janus had apparently gotten even closer during his absence and Roman decided it would simply be best for him to avoid the both of them. That plan worked for a solid three hours. And then Patton called them all to dinner, insisting they eat together like a family.

Roman had been too tired to argue, though he couldn't help noticing, with a hint of jealousy, that Logan had apparently managed to find an excuse not to join them. Dinner was almost painful to get through. Roman was silent the entire time as was Virgil, though he threw his boyfriend a concerned glance every few seconds. Patton kept up a steady stream of chatter and Janus joined in, making the occasional comment.

Roman was looking down at his plate, wondering how much longer he should wait to ask to excuse himself, when Patton turned to him. "What about you, Roro? You've been awfully quiet all night."

"Yes," Janus turned to him as well, lips curling in a cold smile. "I wasn't aware you could go this long without injecting yourself into a conversation."

Roman laughed at that, the sound sharp and bitter and surprising even him. "Really? You're surprised I'm being quiet? Why wouldn't I be when both of you seem to fucking hate me? And you've apparently convinced Thomas he should too."

Patton frowned at him disapprovingly. "Now, Ro, none of that would have happened if you hadn't acted the way you did. Really, this is on you, kiddo. You need to start doing better-"

"Shut up!" Virgil shot to his feet, knocking over his chair and glared at Patton. "Are you fucking kidding me? After everything the two of you have pulled, you're really going to act like this is Roman's fault? You've both fucked up just as much as, if not more than, he has but you think he's the problem? Seriously?"

Virgil didn't wait for either of them to respond, grabbing Roman's hand and pulling him down to his room. Roman made no move to pull away or stop him and once they were there, Virgil turned to look at his boyfriend, barely holding back his concern. "Are you okay?"

Roman was silent for a few seconds and when he spoke, his voice sounded hollow and tired. "I- I've always done everything he asked. Everything. Because I was scared that if I didn't, he'd start to hate me. That- that Thomas would start to hate me. And if Thomas- if Thomas hated me, how was I supposed to keep him safe or- or give him ideas, I-" Roman's voice broke and he blinked away tears.

Virgil gently pulled him over to the bed and sat them both down, one arm wrapping around Roman to pull him close. He waited for Roman to keep going and when he spoke again, his voice was so soft it was barely audible. "But I guess it doesn't matter what I did. Because Thomas hates me anyway."

"Roman, no, that isn't true. He- he doesn't hate you. He couldn't."

Roman smiled sadly. "Of course he does. You saw how he reacted and he's barely spoken to me since then. He has to hate me."

Virgil shook his head. "He doesn't, Ro. He still loves you just like I do, I promise." Roman started to argue again but Virgil simply pulled him closer and kept repeating those words, over and over until finally, Roman started to relax.

It didn't take much longer for his breathing to start to slow, the argument from earlier and the constant work he was doing already bringing him to the point of exhaustion, and a few minutes later, he was asleep. Virgil carefully shifted them into a more comfortable position before laying down next to Roman and putting an arm around him. Whatever else happened with Patton and Janus, Virgil had no intention of leaving Roman alone, no matter what.

#sanders sides #sanders side fic #roman sanders #roman angst #virgil sanders #prinxiety #patton sanders #unsympathetic patton #deceit sanders #unsympathetic deceit #remus sanders #tw swearing

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izzielizzie · 3 years ago

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could u do a short Rosalind and Tommy fic?

This is by no means short and also it’s not that great but enjoy anyway! Also? the football coach? Definitely took some inspiration from my soccer coach.

Tommy was having, to put it plainly, a terrible day.

It had started that morning, when he awoke to the most obnoxious bang he had ever heard. Not fully awake yet, Tommy jumped, falling out of his bed.

"Where's the canon?" Tommy mumbled, running his fingers through his rumpled dark hair. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't talking to anyone. Tommy made the effort to scramble off the floor and venture out of his room, calling for his parents as he looked into the rooms of his house. Empty. He glanced out of the kitchen window and saw his older brother Nick in the driveway. "Nick?"

"Out here Kid!" Nick called back from the driveway.

"Obviously," Tommy mumbled. Nick was back from the military for a two month long vacation, something that had been as much of a surprise to Nick as it had been to his loved ones, and in the past three days Nick had managed to cause general chaos on their beloved Gardam Street.

Tommy pushed through the side door, bypassing the coat rack on his way out. This was his first mistake.

He stepped into the frigid early December air to see Nick staring into the hood of his car.

"What was that noise?" Tommy asked, stepping up next to his brother.

"The car, I -"

"Hello," a voice called from across the street, interrupting Nick. The brothers turned to see Rosalind, Skye, and Jane Penderwick trekking across the frost covered street to their house, Jane in the lead, waving at them. "Whoops," she said as she nearly slipped. Tommy saw Skye roll her eyes at Jane, but he looked past her at Rosalind. Tommy smiled at her, despite the intense shivering that overtook him. She looked adorable in her beige peacoat and black cap that looked a little like a beret, sitting jauntily atop her curls. Rosalind raised a hand to wave at him, and Tommy waved back.

"You're going to get a cold," Rosalind said as a way of greeting when the sisters reached Tommy and Nick.

"No I'm not," Tommy responded, pulling her into him for warmth anyway. She giggled and rested her head on his chest, her arms around his waist.

"So what happened to the car Geiger?" Skye asked, punching Nick in the shoulder gently.

"Not sure," Nick says truthfully.

"Maybe the battery was stolen. We know how to put it back," Jane said, peering into the car, mimicking Nick's stance.

"No we don't banana head," Skye said, kicking at Jane's slippers with her own. Unlike their older sister, Jane and Skye were still wearing pajamas underneath their heavy sweaters. "We know how to remove one though," Skye added as an afterthought.

"Maybe not mention that out loud," Tommy joked as the rest of the Penderwick family approached them, Batty and Ben in the lead, Ben holding his sister's hand.

Nick instantly turned to swing Ben high above his head. "How are you doing on this fine morning Bravo-Echo-November?"

"Golf-Oscar-Oscar-Delta," the boy giggled as Nick placed him on his shoulders.

"Ugh Nick, don't encourage him," Rosalind said from her place in her boyfriend's arms. "He's been using that alphabet for the past two days."

"Buck up Rosy, Ben's learning how to spell," Mr. Penderwick said, clapping Tommy on the shoulder.

"Car trouble?" Iantha asked pleasantly, the last one to arrive. Like her step-daughter, she was dressed in her day clothes.

"It would seem so Iantha," Nick said solemnly. He brightened instantly though. "How's the baby?"

Iantha smiled like she did every time Nick asked that question. "Very good at sapping my energy," she said with a smile as she put a hand on her stomach.

"My brother's gonna be as cool as you!" Ben informed Nick with a little clap.

"Ben dear, the baby might be a girl," Rosalind said, shaking Ben's little foot from his high perch.

"No," Ben said in his stubborn voice. Rosalind rolled her eyes, but Tommy knew she was not actually upset. She loved Ben too much for that.

"Well, how will you get to school Tommy?" Batty asked, speaking for the first time. Both Geiger brothers looked at each other, not considering Tommy's options for getting to school.

"Are your parents at work?" Mr. Penderwick asked. He was dressed for work too, and Tommy noticed the car keys dangling from his hand. Both boys nodded. Tommy turned to Rosalind.

"Can I go with you Rosy?"

Rosalind's face fell. "Oh Tommy I'm sorry, but I'm not going to school remember?"

Oh. Rosy had taken the day before winter vacation off to drive to Rhode Island to take a self-guided tour of Brown, a college on her list for years.

"I remember. It's okay."

"Tommy if you're ready Iantha and I can take you on our way to the university," Mr. Penderwick said.

"It'll have to be right now though," Iantha added. "We have to go to the kindergarten and the elementary school first to drop off Ben and Batty."

Tommy looked down to his pajamas and his bare feet, which were becoming numb. "I might not be ready in time," he said.

"Why you can walk with us!" Jane said brightly. “And tell us about Russian class and your football team!”

Skye rolled her eyes again. As a freshman, Jane was still too excited about being in high school, and her excitement oozed into everything she said and did.

“But we need to leave soon too. I have a question for my physics teacher,” Skye added.

Tommy agreed, and the two families dispersed, leaving Tommy to quickly pull on his warmest clothes and brush his teeth. He decided to forego breakfast, since Skye was ringing their doorbell incessantly.

“Hey Nick, where’s my hat?” Tommy called to his brother, who was getting ready to go back to bed after calling the towing company.

“Mom sent it to the cleaners!” Nick called back over the doorbell.

Right, Mrs. Geiger - fed up with the mud Tommy got on his winter clothes - decided to send all of his outerwear to the cleaner, forcing Tommy to wear one of Mr. Geiger’s old jackets. Tommy - after realizing that he could search for the hat and annoy Skye and himself or just leave - called goodbye to his brother and stepped out. It somehow had become even colder than it had been earlier.

Tommy walked to school behind the sisters, letting their conversations drift towards him as he shivered violently. As they neared the school, Jane looked back at him.

“Are you alright?”

“Just cold.”

“Shall I bathe your forehead?”

“Jane stop with the forehead bathing. Not all ailments need you and your cold washcloths,” Skye said giving Tommy an apologetic look.

“Why do you always ask?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious.

“Because no one ever said yes,” Jane said irritably.

Tommy shook his head at Jane as his stomach rumbled. He ignored it.

He spent the next three and a half hours ignoring his stomach until his lunch block.

“I have never seen you walk so fast,” Brendan - one of his football teammates - said as they headed to the cafeteria.

“I haven’t eaten all day,” Tommy responded.

“Why?”

“Long story,” Tommy responded as he fished around in his school bag for his wallet. Tommy searched for a few moments, growing more and more panicked until he realized that his wallet was always in his gym bag which was always swung over his left sh-

Wait.

“Brendan have you seen my gym bag?” Tommy asked frantically as they stepped forward in the lunch line.

“No, you didn’t have it with you in class.”

“Oh no,” Tommy said, realizing that he had put his gym bag in Nick’s car.

“What?”

“It’s in Nick’s car.”

“Can’t you go to the main office and call him? I mean he remembers how scary Coach is. He’ll drive it over.”

“Yes he would, except his car was towed since a pipe burst or something.”

Brendan nodded wisely. “Always the pipe.”

Tommy shook his head in exasperation. “What do I do?”

Brendan put a placating hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “The team will pool our money, don’t worry, and we’ll deal with Coach when we cross that bridge.”

Between Brendan and their teammates, they managed enough money for an apple, a bag of pretzels, and a carton of milk, which Tommy only managed to eat before the bell rang for their next class.

“Alright students, pull out your group projects, we’re presenting today,” their history teacher was saying as Tommy and another of his teammates - Jackson - entered the room.

“Group projects?” Tommy asked Jackson as they sat in their seats in the middle of the room. Tommy usually sat in the back, but Rosalind was in the class and she liked to sit in the front, so they compromised.

“Yeah. About the Silk Road? Remember? You worked with Rosalind.”

“And she’s not here,” Tommy whispered harshly, briefly wondering how his day could have gotten this bad.

Jackson made a face of comprehension. “Sorry Geiger, you’re on your own.”

They turned to their teacher as he started speaking. “Going alphabetically, Tommy Geiger and Rosalind Penderwick are first to present.”

With a sigh, Tommy raised his hand. “Yes?”

“Sir, Rosy - that is, Rosalind isn’t here today.”

Their teacher sighed. “Then present on your own please.”

“But, Rosalind has the project.”

“Why didn’t she give it to you?”

“She must have... I mean, I must have forgotten.”

“You forgot?” The look Tommy was receiving was worse than any of Rosy’s withering looks. Tommy sank down in in his seat a little as Jackson flinched sympathetically next to him.

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I hope you understand this will be reflected in both of your grades.”

“Yes sir, I know sir,” Tommy said, mentally kicking himself. He didn’t care much for his grade but Rosy had worked so hard, and he hated for her to not get the marks she deserved.

Tommy passed the next two classes in a blur tired hungry, cold, and more importantly, incredibly angry at himself for letting Rosy’s grade slip.

He let himself wallow in self pity until he stepped out into the football field and realized - to his dismay - that it was snowing. And not the delicate flurries that had been falling on the walk to school. No, this was the heavy, wet snow, the kind that could block roads and make passing drills rather difficult.

“Alright boys, into your workout clothes. Snow never stopped football players!”

“Have fun telling Coach,” Jackson said, referencing Tommy’s missing gym bag.

“We’ll wait for you in the locker room,” Brendan added more kindly.

“Thanks,” Tommy mumbled as he headed towards his coach. “Coach?”

“Geiger! Into the locker room!”

“Yes sir, I will sir, but um...” Tommy trailed off, shaking his hands to get the cold numb feeling out of them.

“Speak up!”

“I don’t have my gym bag.”

“Why?”

“It’s um, in Nick’s car? And it broke down?”

“Is that a question?”

“No? I mean... no.” Tommy kicked at the snow with his sneakers, not meeting his coach’s eye.

“Well then, you can run laps.”

Tommy looked up. “What?”

“You’re not getting a free pass Geiger.” Coach looked down at Tommy menacingly, as if he thought very little of people who tried to get out of football games. Not many things scared Tommy, but Coach was most definitely on the short list.

“No sir. But what should I wear?”

“Jeans are fine.”

Tommy opened his mouth to ask another question, but his coach was already walking away. With a sigh, he went to the locker room to put his bag away. Thankfully, Brandon offered him one of his sweaters so Tommy would have only a slightly less chance of getting pneumonia.

“Coach was brutal today,” Brandon announced three hours later as the boys headed to the parking lot. Tommy, trailing after them, shivering so violently his teeth were chattering.

“At least you’re not Geiger,” a team member said, doubling back to clap Tommy on the shoulder. His knees nearly locked. “Sorry!”

“It’s f-f-fine,” Tommy responded as they neared the line of parked cars.

“Want a ride home?” Brandon asked.

“He doesn’t need one,” Jackson said.

“What?”

Jackson pointed to an old blue car at the edge of the parking lot, where a figure in a beige peacoat and a black cap was sitting on the hood of the car. Upon seeing the group of boys, the figure slid off the car.

“But Rosy is in R-r-rhode Island,” Tommy said in disbelief.

“Apparently not,” Jackson said with a grin.

“S-s-see you later,” Tommy said suddenly, breaking into a run despite his protesting legs. He barreled towards the car at full force, stopping only to grab Rosalind in a hug and swing her around, despite his screaming muscles. He could hear his teammates cheering somewhere behind them, but he was too busy hugging Rosalind as tight as he could.

“What are you doing here?” he asked into her hair.

“The roads were closed so I cam back home. No point in being stranded in the middle of nowhere.”

“I missed you.”

“Gosh Tommy you’re so cold,” Rosalind said in response, pulling away.

“It’s been a long day Rosy,” Tommy said, brushing snow out of his girlfriend’s hair.

“Wait, tell me in a moment, let me grab something.” Rosalind reached into the car and pulled out a garment bag from the Cameron Dry Cleaners. She unzipped it to reveal Tommy’s jacket, hat, and gloves.

“How did you -”

“I remembered your mother brought them in last week and I needed to pick up some stuff for Batty and Jane. I thought you might be cold without them so I got yours too.”

With a laugh, Tommy reached forward and kissed Rosalind, long and hard. “Thank you. But did you pay?”

“Yes but don’t worry about it.”

Tommy nodded, secretly resolving to pay her back. He knew her family’s finances worried her. Unfortunately, Rosy knew him enough to know what he was thinking.”

“Stop worrying Tommy, really. Here, put these on you’re going to get sick.”

Rosalind helped him into his jacket. He pulled his gloves on, and with a giggle, Rosy pushed his hat onto his head. It didn’t fully sit on his head properly, but she looked so adorable standing on her toes to reach his head that he had to pull her in for another kiss, forgetting about the cold and the snow.

“Thanks beautiful,” he whispered to her.

“Any time. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

Tommy took his usual spot in the passenger’s side, and Rosalind slid behind the wheel. “Oh, one more thing.” Rosalind pulled a thermos out from the back seat cupholder. “I made hot chocolate. I didn’t get to taste it but-”

Tommy cut her off by pulling her into him in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Rosy.”

Rosalind pulled away, laughing. “Of course. I knew you’d be cold. Especially since I heard about your disastrous day.”

“You did? How?” Tommy asked, surprised, as Rosalind started the car and backed out of the lot.

“Skye and Jane told me. Apparently you got yelled at during history?”

“It was project presentation day,” Tommy supplied. Rosalind glanced over at him.

“Don’t worry about the grade. I’ll talk with him.”

“I feel so bad,” Tommy admitted.

“No, it was my job to remember to give it to you. Anyway, it’s winter vacation. Just enjoy the time off with your brother, okay?”

“And you,” Tommy said emphatically.

“And me,” Rosalind agreed. She cut a glance over to him as they turned into the chaos of Gardam street. “I love you Tommy.”

“I love you so much more. You have no idea.”

Rosalind smiled.

#the penderwicks #rosalind penderwick #tommy geiger #nick geiger #skye penderwick #jane penderwick #batty penderwick #ben aaronson - penderwick #iantha aaronson-penderick #martin penderwick #izzielizzie's fics

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Lawyer thinks he's untouchable. Ordered to pay $310,000 for wasting everyone's time.

Strap in - this has been a labour of revenge for me and for a number of people affected by a monster for more than 3 years. Throwaway as some redditor lawyers could work out who I am - and might still anyway.

It needs a fair bit of context/background (TL,DR at the bottom):

I'm a lawyer - and I specialise in litigation - basically fighting commercial/civil cases. It's a B-R-U-T-A-L industry. We fight each other tooth and nail. For example, if the lawyer on the other side makes a mistake (particularly an ethical one - which can be easier than you'd think) we, (well, a lot of us) do things like holding onto such a complaint so we can time it to arrive when it would be really inconvenient, say a week or two before trial. Then we lodge a complaint, to gain an advantage in the case - even if it ends the other lawyer's career.

Anyway, about 4 years ago I started a new job that was close to where I'd lived. I hadn't heard of the firm, but was ready for a change and they did a fair bit of litigation, which suited me.

I quickly worked out that the manager of the firm was next level sociopath/narcissist. This is an industry ruled by sociopaths, I've worked with them before - but this guy was insane. We'll call him Shithead or SH. The guy has a facebook page of ex-employees dedicated to hating him.

So in the short amount of time I worked there I worked this out pretty quickly. Some of the weird/shitty things he did:

His longest and most loyal staff he made pay EXTRA for any legal work, because it was "worth it" as HE looked over the file (although he never made any changes/did anything).

He used to joke with staff about padding out files and working out ways to charge clients extra (update letters/emails once or twice a WEEK) - he even accused me of cheating him by doing an appeal too cheap - it was $75k.

There was no sugar allowed in anyone's coffee/tea - as it might make you hyperactive...

He caused one of our staff to have a mental breakdown by abusing him (not yelling, but verbally breaking down such as "hmmm. I think you might be a bit stupid")

The firm went through more than 100 staff in 2 years.

He's sued his clients repeatedly for his inflated fees. He of course also sues you for his inflated costs of recovering the inflated fees, if you don't pay. And if he loses, he just appeals until you either go broke or give in because you've got what we call "litigation fatigue".

SH had one client, an old man, who died. The estate was administered, and there was a claim over the proceeds from a son who wasn't in the will. So $600k was placed into SH's trust account where he conducted the litigation. It took 4 years and cost $300k (should have been about $20k) - but the only person who could say no was the wife of the deceased, who was extremely elderly and sick. So after overcharging by about $280k, SH gets a call from the wife who says she's extremely sick and has to catch the bus to go to her doctor's appointments and she doesn't know how much time she has left. So what does SH do? Despite repeated requests, tells her he'll get around to it, never does, and keeps sending her bills for the requests to take the money out, and pays them from the remaining $300k. Slowly chipping away at it. Eventually, one of the staff took action and got her the $250k that was remaining from the $600k estate back - and SH was NOT happy. This was actually the staff member who later had a breakdown (didn't leave his house for 6 months) - and when I saw him after was clearly still unwell.

So by now you know we're dealing with a very intelligent, scary psychopath with the resources of a law firm at his fingertips. I quit pretty quickly - and we had a pretty fierce argument, but that's a story for another time.

It was personally terrifying. I now had no job, a massive mortgage on my new home and a newly pregnant wife. And only 1 month's worth of savings if I saved every dollar (not regular expenses). But even with all that I couldn't work for SH. He was just too much of a..... Shithead.

So I started my own law firm I had most of what I needed. Basically working out of my spare bedroom in my dressing gown. I figured if I could keep costs down and work hard on finding work I might be able to scrape by until I was either making OK money, or I could find another job.

Things worked out OK, I was getting by, doing a few small cases, I paid my bills and had some spare time.

So this is where it gets interesting.

A friend of mine (we met after I quit) who had also worked with/hated SH asked if I was interested in a case where SH was suing his ex-business partner. These proceedings weren't personal, not getting too complex, they were proceedings brought by companies. SH's company was a company of straw, it owned nothing. The ex-business partner's company held some assets.

Put simply, the details of the case were that SH was insisting that the ex-partner agreed to something that he clearly didn't agree to. I took the case. It's important to remember that SH's go to position, is he's smarter and richer than everyone else, owns a litigation law firm, and either crushes people with brains, money, or gives them litigation fatigue.

I spent a bit of time arguing with SH (by correspondence) that he was wrong, and there was clearly no agreement. SH then files Court docs that basically ask the Court to force us to recognise that there was a formed agreement.

The Court case took about 15 months, we won every battle along the way (we call them interlocutory applications). Then we got to the trial - and won that as well.

Because we'd set him up, we managed to also get an order of the Court that SH had to personally pay for the costs of the litigation - which was assessed at about $130k. He was very unhappy about this.

So, of course, he appealed. We were in the state's highest appeals Court. We won that as well - and got a personal costs order against him. For about $100k. So he then appealed to the highest Court in the land - think the Supreme Court of the US or UK.

Those costs were unfortunately only $80k.

So there's no where to go from there - he's still arguing the toss about the quantum of the costs orders. But in that time, my law firm is now twice the size of what his was, and his has more than halved. So I'm just getting paralegals to run the costs arguments, they're time consuming, but not complex.

The piece de resistance? I've filed one of those ethical complaints - you know, the ones that end careers. It's going to be extremely problematic for him - and he's about to be charged with a long, and may I say well drafted and comprehensive, complaint about all his unethical dealings. Worst case, he pays a fine and is publicly reprimanded by the courts. Best case - he's thrown out of the profession.

TL-DR - Terrible, terrible psychopath lawyer uses his law firm as a blunt weapon to beat people into submission. Tries and fails - costing himself (personally) over $300k in costs.

*Short edit - to people who:

think that I shouldn't say this - there is nothing privileged here - almost all of it, except obviously my personal experience, is contained in publicly published court documents. All you'd need to do is to log onto my state's/nation's judgment databases to find all these details. I'm comfortable that I'm not doing anything wrong.

Don't believe me - if necessary, I can provide the publicly available judgments to the mods. I'd rather not do it here - as I'd like to preserve some anonymity.

(source) (story by GOWThrowa)

#prorevenge #by GOWThrowa #pro revenge #revenge stories #pro revenge stories #pro #revenge #revenge story #last10

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girls-scenarios · 6 years ago

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The Start of Something

Idol: Yoojung (Weki Meki)

Prompt: Heya! ^u^ Trainee reader is being teased, and Wekimeki Yoojung stands up for her and the Gay First Meeting happens in the process? I'm loving picky so so so so so much it made me smile an unbelievable amount to see you supporting them this way 😍 T h a n k y o u

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I try to promote my babies as much as I can, they deserve the world! Let’s hope for their first win this time around, everyone listen to Picky Picky, and if you want more of a reason to love them, watch their video with Genie. I promise you’ll fall in love. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

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You probably should have expected teasing. A lot of the trainees were still in high school and there was a lot of competition between everyone desperately trying to debut. It was bound to happen, especially since you were more new and didn’t yet fit in. And it was only four trainees against you. But still... it didn’t feel great. It was something that you had to deal with, just keeping your head down and hoping that it ended soon, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t cry occasionally, whenever you were alone in your room with no one looking. You knew you needed to be strong in order to make it through and debut, but it was hard, and whenever you thought that one of the people teasing you might end up in a group with you, it was even harder. Sometimes you didn’t want to go in to practice because of it all. But being an idol, singing and dancing onstage... that was your dream, and you’d worked too hard to give up. So you just grit your teeth and took it, hoping that eventually, things would change.

And things did change. Eventually, you met your tiny little savior by the name of Yoojung. You knew who she was before you met her, of course. She was well-known, and all the trainees looked up to her and the other Weki Meki girls. They were your seniors, and they would pave the way for the rest of you to debut. Still, even though you were technically in the same company, you didn’t see much of her.

The Weki Meki girls practiced in a different area than the trainees, and they were always busy, so it wasn’t often that they were around to talk to. It wasn’t like they didn’t want to talk or say hello, every time they happened to see trainees they were super nice, but there wasn’t much of a chance to get to know them.

That is, until the group got a bit of a lull between activities and the management thought that it would be a good idea for them to talk to all the trainees who were readying to debut. When your name was called, you were surprised, but also excited, the dread from the morning dissipating at the idea of being able to talk to the girls. You hardly even thought about the teasing as you stood up to move with the group to Weki Meki’s practice room, even when you heard one of the trainees who had been teasing you snicker behind you. The teasing wouldn’t happen in front of the older girls anyway, right? You’d finally get a bit of a break and be able to really focus on practicing for once.

At least, that was what you’d hoped. Unfortunately for you, after a few hours of practice, the managers called for a break, and as soon as you approached the water fountain outside the training room, exhausted, the teasing started back up again.

“Woah, (Y/N), you look like hell. Are you sure you can be an idol if you look like that after training?”

You tried to ignore them, pushing your way towards the fountain to fill up your water bottle and letting out a sigh.

“Hey, are you deaf as well as stupid? We’re talking to you!”

“You know, you made so many mistakes while we were practicing their new song that you might as well give up on becoming an idol.”

“Especially with your looks.”

“Please just leave me alone,” you muttered, trying to move back through the small group, but one of them blocked your way. You cursed your luck that left you out here with them instead of inside with the nice trainees and Weki Meki.

“Wow, you’re getting brave, aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you just drop out if you can’t take this, (Y/N)? It’s not like anyone would-.”

“What is going on out here.” A familiar voice sounded from behind the other trainees, and everyone jumped, spinning around to look and see who it was. Yoojung stood there with her hands crossed over her chest, looking very intimidating for someone so small. “Any of you care to answer me?”

“Um, we were just-.”

“Just talking!”

“Don’t lie to me.” Yoojung was usually sweet and bubbly whenever you heard her speak before, but now she was stern and terrifyingly serious, and your breath caught in your chest as you clutched your water bottle closer. “I heard this whole conversation. This isn’t talking, this is bullying. The four of you should be ashamed of yourselves. I can tell you right now that (Y/N) did much better than all of you during practice, so you have no right to tell her to quit. I’m really disappointed in all of you. I thought that Fantagio would pick better trainees than this, but I guess I was wrong.”

Your jaw dropped a bit as you watched her talk, cheeks flushing. Choi Yoojung of Weki Meki was standing up for you, and you could hardly believe this was happening. The trainees in front of you slumped their shoulders and shied away from her gaze, obviously embarrassed and ashamed that she’d seen them, and you wished you had half the power she had.

“I will be talking to your trainers about this. And if I see anything else like this, I will not hesitate to take matters into my own hands. Suyeon would join me too, and trust me, you don’t want to see her angry. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” the four trainees muttered, and you realized you were holding your breath again. Was it just your imagination, or did Yoojung seem like she was glowing?

“Good. Now get out of here before I change my mind and call her out right now.” She pointed back towards the practice room and the trainees quickly took off, shuffling back with their heads down. Then her gaze turned to you, and you swallowed. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

It struck you then that she knew your name, but probably only because she’d heard them saying it. “Uh- I- Yeah. Um, thanks for that. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. I hate people like that, who act like they’re superior to everyone else.” She walked closer, and your eyes widened a bit. Why was your heart beating so fast? “You promise you’re okay? You look a little frazzled.”

“Um, well, it’s something I’ve started to get used to so....”

“You shouldn’t have to get used to that!” She reached out to gently take your hand, and you hoped that she didn’t notice how flustered you were. “That’s terrible! I can say first hand that everything they said was wrong, you’re a really talented trainee and I enjoy seeing you practice because you have a lot of passion. I can tell that you really want to do this.”

Yoojung was watching you practice? You felt a little dizzy. “Oh, thank you? I didn’t know you were watching.”

“Well, I was. I like to keep an eye on the trainees I really like.” She cleared her throat, and it was probably your imagination and the dim hallway lights, but it seemed like she was blushing. “Sorry I didn’t notice this was happening early.”

“Oh, no! It’s not your fault! They were pretty sneaky about it, and-.”

“If this happens again, let me know. I’ll take care of you because I really want you to debut.” Her words made you dizzy again, and you looked down at where she was holding your hand. You could get used to this.

“I can’t say thank you enough.” Your voice was small, but she heard you, because she grinned and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t give up before we get a chance to meet on stage, okay?” She sounded so sincere that you found yourself smiling back at her.

“Okay. I’ll stick through this.”

“Good.”

“Training starts again in five minutes! Finish what you’re doing and get back in here!” A manager’s voice echoed in the hallway, causing both of you to jump, then laugh softly. She tugged on your hand, and you swallowed, trying not to be too obvious about these newfound feelings in your chest.

“Let’s get back in there before they yell at us.”

“Yes!”

She took a step back before pausing. “Actually, first. Give me your phone number.”

“What?”

“Your phone number. So I can check up on you.”

“Oh, are you sure?”

She laughed, and your heart did back flips. “Of course I’m sure! Hurry, so we can get back inside.” Her phone was in your hand, and you quickly put in your number as well as you could with only one free hand. When you handed it back, she grinned and slipped it into her pocket, tugging you back towards the practice room. “Thanks. Now let’s get back to business, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She dropped your hand moments after entering the practice room, and as you walked back towards your spot in the corner to put down your water, you found yourself still smiling, excited to find out where this was going to go. Suddenly, you wanted to train and debut again. And you weren’t going to let anyone else get in your way.

#weki meki #weme #choi yoojung #yoojung #femifics #weki meki scenarios #yoojung scenarios #yoojung scenario #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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ofangelos · 5 years ago

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folds hands. i........... gave angel a mini revamp but that’s like towards the end if u’ve already read alla dis uhhh i needed to update this with the new app format anyways so HERE U GO !

shawn mendes. cis male. he/him. ／ angelos almeida just pulled up blasting that’s a lot by g-eazy— that song is so them! you know, for a twenty-one year old rapper / dealer, i’ve heard they’re really dishonest, but that they make up for it by being so ambitious. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say cuban links, a smile so bright it blinds you, and dimly lit rooms. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble!

he was born in mykonos, greece to the ceo of the philip-morris tobacco distribution company. when i say angel is rich, i mean angel is riiiiich. his family is worth over 120 billion dollars. angel grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has never ever ever dreamed of having anything less.

to better understand angel, u guys need to better understand the almeidas as a family. in my first intro, i sorta??? brushed over the fact but i’ve come to realize that they’ve had a huge impact on his psyche and his morals and everything??

to put it in short… have y’all seen dynasty on netflix? blake carrington is basically just… angel’s father. the carrington dynamic is the almeida’s dynamic to a t.

okay, being in charge of such a huge company that not only ruled tobacco distribution, but own 6 major cigarette brands that reach every single continent in the world meant that angel’s father hardly had time for him. it was only business with him. if he wasn’t at the office, he was cheating on angel’s mother - it was a habit the whole family knew about. it was no surprise. angel’s never been good at relationships because he experienced infidelity his whole life. his idea of love was really messed up at a young age.

but yes ! his parents never paid him any mind. his father was far too busy with work, and his mother was far too busy going out with other men to bother paying angel any attention

angel was essentially just raised by nannies, and they weren’t awful to him at all. they were dope and super nice to him? but he still managed to build up a resentment towards them because he didn’t have enough time to experience his parents and build up a resentment towards the people who actually deserved it

angel had a lot of pressure for him to do well in school - he was supposed to step up and be the ceo of one of the most powerful companies in the world one day, after all - so he constantly had tutors rolling in and out of his house to make sure he was the best and brightest he could be! he never got to go have play-dates and be a normal kid because his father was so focused on prepping 7-year-old angel to be a ceo. that’s all he was to his father - another him.

when angel’s father did make the time to see angel, it was never for good reason.

angel used to be?? so upset about not being able to spend time with his father?? but as time went on, it clicked in his head that he was only relevant to his father when he was doing something wrong / bad, so he hated when his father made meetings with him

u read that correctly – meetings. angel stopped seeing daddy dearest at home when he was about 11. after that, it was pure business. he’d have to schedule an appointment with him just like anyone else. because being his father’s son was just a title - it didn’t actually mean anything. he was just another person.

tw: mental abuse anyways ! these meeting never went well for angel because all they were was an opportunity for his father to let out his pent-up frustrations about everything on his son. angel could miss one question on an exam, and boom – meeting ! he was essentially his father’s outlet. and at first it was just mental abuse - yelling at angel about how stupid he was, or how he’d never amount to anything, or how he was ruining the almeida legacy

which made angel feel terrible about himself?? i mean… duh … but like… he couldn’t do the /one thing/ he’s basically been trained like a fucking dog to do his entire life ??? he couldn’t just be perfect and it killed him??? because he tried so, so, so, so, so hard to come as close as possible

it’s not the typical acted-out-for-attention. eventually, angel learned that he didn’t want the attention because it was only ever negative. he acted wonderfully and tried to be the best he could possibly be to keep his father away from him

tw: domestic abuse, tw: abuse eventually, just yelling at angel wasn’t enough to express his anger, and his father fell into an awful awful habit where, whenever angel did anything to piss him off, he’d light a cigarette and then jab it onto angel’s arm and let it burn. angel has little circle scars up and down his arms that he’s tried to cover up with tattoos from this

angel always read in books or saw on tv that families were supposed to love and support each other, so he just assumed ??? that this was what love was like?? that it was tough all the time and sometimes cruel??? so he has a very twisted image of family and relationships and love and all of that

he has a very inflated perspective of self-importance because, in greece, he just is that important. he’s as close to royalty as you can get without actually being a king or a prince. his family essentially has a monopoly over the entire country when it comes to property and business, so, of course, the almeidas are well known. they’re the kardashians of greece without the hit tv show. they never showed their lives because they put up a beautiful facade of a happy family running a billion dollar business, when really, they were as messed up as they came

new stuff !!!!!!!!

he ended up going to columbia university to study business straight out of high school. but it wasn’t only to cement the fact that he’d be running an empire one day--- it was to expand business.

tw: drugs you see, when you run a multi-billion dollar company and have such a large sway on greek politics as the almeida’s do, it’s very easy to hide things. those things being a sprawling drug cartel right under everyone’s noses. perfectly masked by the huge profit their ‘facade’ company makes. and if you find out too much, you’d be sorry that you did

haha that last sentence was so dramatic huh

okay ANYWAYS he put on a show to be ‘normal, cool guy’ angel :) not doing anything wrong #swag just studying, being on the track team, being all smart n #cute

tw: drugs but at parties ? he was drug lord almeida. everyone knew to hit him up, but nobody really knew where this was coming from. thought he was just some rich kid who fell off the rails a little bit and started selling for extra pocket cash. but nope ! he’s helping his father run his business with the rest of his people in new york

it’s real classy shit tho no dealing to sketchy people on the street he has people who do that angel’s too pretty for that. he caters to the upper class because they trust him because he’s one of them. and he’ll give u ur bag of shit with a beautiful smile on his face, prim and proper as ever

o he graduated just last year with a degree in business and now he’s basically running the cartel overseas here for his dad to prove himself or whateva he’s dumb

but he’s covering it up by making music blah blah blah u know that his vc is g-eazy thank u *blows kiss*

give me some of his clients

ok thanks

more hookups

ok thanks for reading i love u all <3

#drugs tw #abuse tw #domestic abuse tw #crime tw #??#excessintro #ooc

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ofangelos-archive · 6 years ago

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╰☆╮ SHAWN MENDES ─ ANGELOS ALESANDRO ALMEIDA identifies as CIS MALE and uses HE/HIM pronouns. they’re an OLYMPIAN / SINGER / RAPPER and they’re only TWENTY ! they’re said to be AMBITIOUS, but also DISHONEST. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE BLACK HOLE in the tabloids.

ahhh yes … my son … angel DSJAIADS angel wasn’t meant to be this goofy and willing to change and willing to try and be a nice person. so he’s not gonna be :)

to put it in short… have y’all seen dynasty on netflix? blake carrington is basically just… angel’s father. the carrington dynamic is the almeida’s dynamic to a t.

tw: drug abuse but yes ! his parents never paid him any mind. his father was far too busy with work, and his mother was far too busy passing out on narcotics to bring some feeling back into her dull life and her awful marriage to take care of angel.

because of this inability to hang out with the other kids outside of school, angel had a really really hard time making friends??? he was a very lonely kid. he just couldn’t relate to any of them because he was constantly being prepped for public appearances and learning 7 other languages so he’d be useful by the time he was old enough to put on a suit.

angel’s father actually hired someone to have their kid be angel’s friend - and also lowkey a body guard that would take any hit and any bullet for angel, but angel didn’t know this and just thought he had a loyal friend dsjioad

but yeaaaa not having the opportunity to talk to people his age is what causes him to be so stand-offish and say such rude things sometimes?? because he didn’t get the chance to develop useful social skills at a young age? the only things he knew how to do were 1) demand things 2) speak an absurd amount of languages and 3) charm the press

when angel’s father did make the time to see angel, it was never for good reason.

angel always read in books or saw on tv that families were supposed to love and support each other, so he just assumed ??? that this was what love was like?? that it was tough all the time and sometimes cruel??? so he had a very twisted image of family and relationships and love and all of that

great that’s all terrible! let’s talk about his career

angel went to the rio olympics when he was 16. and i know that doesnt fit the timeline of his actual age being 20 but we’re gonna deal with it ok? ok. he was a track star. he won two silver medals and one gold medal in short-distance sprints. he was on top of the world because, for once, his father didn’t have shit on him. he was one of the most celebrated athletes around the globe… tw: domestic abuse, tw: abuse, tw: violence that was until his dad did have shit to say though. he was not happy that angel was ‘wasting his time’ with such an activity that didn’t make him any better of a business man. he wasn’t happy that angel wasn’t fitting into the mold of the person he wanted him to be. so he beat him to a pulp. and all angel could do was smile for the cameras and tell them the bruises on his face were from him celebrating his wins a little too much and tumbling off a table… or down the stairs… his stories changed a lot, but he never ever spoke about that night to anyone.

tw: drugs, tw: alcohol, tw: addiction so he turned to drugs and booze. just like his mother did. he turned into an absolute shell of himself. he was terrible. the absolute worst person he could possibly be. he raised hell anywhere and everywhere he went. completely gave up on his dreams of ever going back to the olympics.

tw: drug use examples of things he did while being so terrible: was in a terribly toxic relationship with tahnee where he convinced her to skip out on meet and greets / performances to lay up with him and do drugs, was manipulative and awful to margo while they were in a relationship because he figured out she’d do anything for him and he wanted everything, slept with his father’s secretary… and the next one after that one got fired… and the one after that too :/ , showed up to his cousin’s funeral high as a kite with not a clue in the world about where the fuck he was, snorted coke in the middle of wren’s first starring ballet recital and got the cops to shut the whole thing down to come and arrest him

when i say he was bad i mean he was big bad, okay? like genuinely. and he didn’t give a fuck

he moved to new york when he was 18 because then his father was harping on him about being a mess, and he didn’t want to hear about it or risk getting himself hurt. so he just left with nothing but his black amex and his private jet.

he was just fucking around in new york for a long while, ruining people’s lives for a long while before he finally decided to get sober after meeting marnie. it was not love at first sight, to say the very least, but to put a long story short, they realized that they could actually help each other and grow as people together, and so they both helped each other get clean and better themselves as people ???

and even longer story short, after many arguments and engagements and calling off engagements, marnie and angel are in a stable relationship and have a son named xander theo almeida. angel is…. absolute mush for him and loves him so sososososo much. more than he ever thought it was possible. he’s very soft when it comes to marnie and xander. he considers them to be his real family because they showed him what real, true love was like and fixed his twisted view on things like that

which is great and all honestly good for him !!! but he’s literally still a bitch to everyone else. it’s that trope where he’s bad to everybody except his girl :/ sorry bout it :/ :/

he’s a better person in the fact that he’s sober now, not that he suddenly cares about people. because his viewpoint and social skills are still completely fucked so he’s just??? not a nice person ?? he’s not gonna automatically fight you or anything, but he’s just perpetually grumpy and pessimistic and likes to ruin people’s moods

overall, not a nice person. isn’t completely batshit crazy like he was before but ! unless ur his bro, he’s not gonna be all smiley and polite with you.

also ! what also helped him get / stay clean ( at least for a while ) was ??? music ? he learned to play guitar because it looked cool and he wanted to be cool, and he sorta just had a natural affinity for it ??? and he ran a demo for eden and she was like … talent ! so now he’s signed to her. he released his first album “angel” which has songs by one of his vcs… shawn mendes .. duh … dajdiffhf and then while him and marnie were warring with each other he released his second album, “bomb: back on my bullshit” with his other vc g-eazy, so he’s kinda in a limbo between the two genres of music and figuring out what he wants to do

ok i think that’s all ihave to say about that

also he’s chuck bass sorrynotsorry he does that “i’m chuck bass” thing with the look … u know … but “i’m angelos almeida.”

ok im gonna shut up if u want to replot lmk otherwise im jus gonna assume we’re keeping the same shit goin

#revamp #ooc #tw: drugs #tw: alcohol #tw: addiction #tw: abuse #tw: domestic abuse #tw: mental abuse #tw: neglect #sheesh #mostly just read this if u wanna understand angel's psyche better #tl;dr: he's a jerk

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