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reporterleroux · 3 years ago

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That's absolutely fine don't worry about it!

I have been craving some platonic Ranboo storys as of late so here we go!

Basically the reader is the sibling of Ranboo (they are younger by at least 3/4 years) and they are also good friends with both Tommy and Tubbo, the reader has never been in any way shape or form introduced in any of Ranboo's streams because he didn't want them on the internet. The reader comes with him to the Uk to meet Tubbo and Tommy and they just have a lot of fun, one day while Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo are streaming the reader comes into the room and Ranboo just starts kinda freaking out trying to keep them out of frame, Tommy and Tubbo look at each other freaked out and the Reader starts crying because they have no idea what was going on. Tubbo ends up stoping the stream early with the chat going a million miles a minute because ender boy has a sibling?!

In the end the gang explaines that the reader can't just barge into the room while they are streaming and the four of them end up watching a movie.

🦋

Wow ok I'm sososososososososososo sorry about the time on this, I got unmotivated for ages then I was busy with family now it's restarted school and all that shit, but hopefully I'll start making a comeback :D

Characters: cc!Ranboo (brother) cc!Tubbo (friend) cc!Tommy (friend)

A/N: trying this to the best of my ability, I've not written something like this in a little while

You walked out of Tubbos kitchen, a normal day for you now that you're spending 4 months here with your brother, Ranboo and his friends. About 2 months have passed already and you don't wanna go home, here was much better than home, apart from the food. Thing is, you're only 14. If you were to stay here you'd have to find an education nearby, and your end of school exams were near, so it's best not to risk, or atleast for now. "Mornin shortie." Ranboo called to you as he walked in. You sighed, you were alot taller than average for your age, but not even close to Ranboos height. We'll see who's laughing in a few years. "Mornin." You replied back. He walked past you to the fridge while you pulled out a bowl for him, he was bound to go for some form of cereal. "Tommy coming up today?" You asked your brother. He had become your best friend now aswell, along with Tubbo plus a few others, and it felt great. "Tubbo told me he's gonna message or call him when he wakes up, so about 20 minutes after that he'll probably be here, so yes, he is." You nodded at him and made your way into the main room, which is where the computer sat that they both (and Tommy) have streamed from at some point in these last 2 months. You sat down and began your breakfast, while scrolling through the messages sent from your friends overnight.

Not much longer a very pissed looking and tired Tubbo walked past you. You were watching the TV at this point, so you saw him going past. He grumbled out a "Good Morning." As he walked past, and you replied the same. "Sleep well?" You asked, making sure he did, well, sleep well. He let out a tired groan and lifted a middle finger as he walked into the kitchen, which Ranboo was still in for some reason, and you raised your hands in the air as he walked out. The boys came back and sat with you, Tubbo now in more of a better mood. Tubbo messaged Tommy about being awake, like Ranboo said, and Tommy was instantly on his way.

The day had gone by and people were now doing their own things. Ranboo was streaming with Tubbo and Tommy in the back and you in a different room. You didn't know Ranboo was streaming, because he for some reason didn't tell you. Midway through a game he was streaming, you accidentally walked in. Tommy was first to notice, and shot up out his seat. "Y/N! What the fuck???" He whisper shouted at you. Tommy's sudden movement caught Tubbos eye and he ended by shouting your name which then caused Ranboo to look. They all shot out their seats and surrounded you to push you out the room, which was kinda intimidating and confusing for you, so you started crying. Chat was going faster than lightning by now and it was gonna stop soon. Ranboo pushed you lightly out the room following you behind, with Tommy behind him, you still in tears. Tubbo ran to quickly and adruptly end stream, quickly looking at chat beforehand and seeing them spam stuff like "SIBLINGBOO??" and "GENDER MAN HAS SIBLING????" Before it disappeared when he ended stream. He ended then joined you and the boys outside. Ranboo had taken off his mask and glasses and was talking sternly, but not to agressivley, to you about what just happened. "Y/N. You can't walk in like that. I don't want you on the internet, there's weird people there. Don't do that again." He looked at you for a response, but the only one you could give was light tears from earlier. Ranboo instantly felt some form of guilt after shouting at his sibling, and pulled you in for a hug. He didn't want to make you upset, he just wanted to protect you. The other 2 boys joined in quickly before Ranboo pulled you away to look at him. "Wanna watch a movie maybe, make up for it?" You nodded before you all looked for snacks in the kitchen, but failing and going to the nearby shop to buy them.

A/N: FIRST ONE IN AGES WOO!! it feels so good honestly

Taglist: @bozowrites (send an ask to be added to any list!)

#dream smp #ranboo #ranboo mcyt #tommyinnit #tommyinnit mcyt #tubbo #tubbo mcyt #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #tommy innit x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommy innit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommy innit x you #bench trio x reader

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opossumanonymous · 3 years ago

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How did he get in this mess?

Warnings: Inko literally uses her quirk to pull out AFOs pubic hair because I don't think anything else would immobilize him temporarily, talk of inko using her quirk to pull organs, guns mentioned

I wrote this on my phone so sorry if anything looks funky for computer users. If I made any mistakes or any characters are too ooc please tell me. Also this is a fanfic featuring AFO as Midoriya Hizashi and Inko as a ex-Black Widow and mostly features them please enjoy!~

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How did he get in this mess, face kissing the floor and completely caught off guard?

Hizashi wasn't quite sure himself actually. One minute he was doing some 'work' before he heard the voice of his wife over his shoulder.

"Hizashi, what are you doing?"

Then he was on the floor a nearly blinding pain spread over his body leaving him in fetal position unable to think of nothing else.

Once his mind got clear again he turned his head to the side looking up at the woman who he thought was his wife. Her usually gentle smile was gone leaving a cold look on her face as she read through his files. One of her hands out stretched towards him while the other clicked through the computer.

Which made him briefly realize he may have to put plan B into action but before that he had to know if this was his wife or someone else. Last thing he wanted was to do something reckless if this wasn't his wife.

"Who-" Before Hizashi could utter a word he felt another painful pull causing him to ball up even further trying to somehow ease the pain. He choked on air as Inko? Stared at him with a blank expression now turned away from the computer. She crossed her legs as she watched him wither in pain looking at with him cold emotionless green eyes.

Who was this woman she can't be Inko! It gave him brief fear realizing that a shape-shifting spy might have tricked him somehow. After all theres no way his sweet wife could ambush him, let alone be capable of hurting him this badly! But if this is someone with a shape-shifting quirk there's no way they would also have wife's quirk as well. Unless they can copy the quirks of people they shape-shift into but then-

"So was this what you were doing while I was comforting our son?"

His eyes widened at that realization, it hit Hizashi hard as he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up at Inko who still had that chilling look on her face making Hizashi for the first time in 200 years feel...afraid.

He didn't know whether to be impressed at her or disgusted in himself, him, All for One, the symbol of evil, the villain who has brought many heros and villains alike to their knees is...afraid? It sounds unreal just thinking about it that someone could still scare him.

Not by much but still it was a feat that no one before her had done in a long time.

He felt like he was getting whiplash knowing that the same woman who cooked him breakfast nearly every morning, who cried at anything sad or happy, and cuddled up to him at night was looming over him like some villain.

"Hizashi speak up your mumbling." She spoke harshly as he felt another pull, he's starting to lose feeling in his legs.

"I already knew." He said breathless feeling defeated almost, yet another feat none before her had accomplished. He could almost hear his brother laughing from his grave at this point. "What?" Her forehead wrinkled the cold look leaving her face for a moment making her look more like the Inko he knew.

"I checked Izuku years ago, I had my suspicions when he didn't develop his quirk after he turned 5. While I can't tell what a quirk is if I don't know it, I can sense them." He told her truthfully "When I reached into his subconscious one night after I tucked him in bed, I found no sign of a quirk." He knew their was a chance Izuku would be quirkless anyway, Hizashi was from the first generation of quirk users after all.

But he would never give his son a quirk, no he's not going to let history repeat itself, if there's anything he's learned in his 200 years of life it's never give your hero loving relatives a quirk.

Plus being a hero is 10 times more dangerous now, no thanks to him, he'd rather his precious son live quirkless.

Despite the ridicule quirkless people get from society atleast he won't ever get badly hurt or worse killed. Luckily Hizashi had a back up plan just in case he needed to protect his family from themselves.

But seeing Inko looming above him is starting to make him think about adding more reinforcements to the vault. After all she's not so much of a gullible woman like he once thought she was.

"I see but that doesn't change anything, you weren't there for our baby when he needed you most. That's why after this you're going to march into our sons room and comfort him like a good father should." He almost winched at her harsh tone. He honestly didn't know if he should be scared or not. He did still have an arsenal of quirks he could use but none that were non lethal from a long range he could use on her.

"And if I don't, what will you do?" He was curious in all honesty after all it's not every day your usually gentle and emotional wife does a 360 degree personality change on you.

"Then I'll keep ripping out your pubic hairs till you comply." He felt a slight tug again at the slight flick of her wrist causing him to flinch.

He had felt tempted to challenge her, now realizing it was a mistake seeing as she has him by the balls...literally.

"And if you try anything...well you'll be surprised at how many organs count as a small objects." She said with a chilling smile which he almost hates to admit made him flinch.

He always knew her quirk was suspicious despite only being limited to small objects it could still be a deadly quirk if used right. The number of deadly weapons considered small objects was big and considering she only needs a vague idea of where an object is located to pull it to her which includes organs...Hizashi's starting to realize he didn't really know his wife like he thought he did.

After all who would've guessed his sweet Inko would use her quirk so...creatively. He nodded, head still pressed to the hard wood floor of his office.

Inko gave a sigh of relief as she genuinely smiled running her hand through her green locks. "Good I'm glad we could come to an agreement." Hizashi felt the release of her quirk as she sat back legs still crossed.

He slowly sat on all fours before rising to his knees still feeling phantom pains with each slight movement.

Once he was on his knees he wrapped his arms around her waist laying his head in her stomach. She gently caressed his head of white curls causing him to sink further into her and let out a content hum. After a while he looked up at her, the cold look on her face gone now taking a more softer expression.

"I knew you where a villain since the first week after we got married." Hizashi didn't think Inko could shock him anymore but that honestly got him, and yet again she conquered another feat.

He would have never guessed that she knew about him being a villain before now. "Honestly I felt like I got rusty since I found out so late, but I guess living a normal civilian life will make anyone like that." She smiled gently at him looking more like the Inko he knew. Or atleast thought he knew, she was one of the most ordinary people he met from her average nursing job to her adorable naiveté at times.(which he now knows was probably just an act) She played him like a fiddle, he underestimated her and made him fall even harder for her.

That's right, he didn't think it was possible to love her even more than he already did, but this moment proved that wrong.

"Wait then if you knew why did you stay and why wait until now to bring it up?"

She furrowed her eyebrows again before turning her head away from him thinking about her answer for a second before looking back. "I'm not exactly who I said I was either..." She trailed off with a far away look in her eyes almost like she was looking through him and not at him.

He took her hand which had stopped rubbing his head and brought it to his cheek. This seemed to help her focus again as she gave him a tired smile.

"I'm not a good person either Hizashi I've done alot of things that I now regret." For a moment he guessed that she was an ex-villain that he'd just never heard of.

Although that was very unlikely seeing as he liked to keep tabs on most high profile villains to find anyone with good...potential. Inko definitely wasn't a low class villain she just didn't fit the profile of a bank robber or common street thug. Her aura gave off a more experienced air to it not to mention no low class villain would have the guts to look him in the eye once finding out who he really is.

"I was once apart of an organization who specialized in training those considered...unless in society." The way she said useless held a malice to it despite her still having a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"They kidnapped me and many other young girls most of them either being quirkless or having 'weak' quirks." Quirkless trafficking while rare nowadays still went on but he'd never heard of an organization making quirkless people assassins. Wlep there's a first time for everything he guessed.

"They trained and raised all of us to be assassins, to put it simply, they chose us because they knew we'd be underestimated."

Assassins? If someone had told him is lovely wife was secretly an assassin he'd laugh in their face before killing them for saying such a thing. But now after being brought to his knees by her he honestly isn't surprised, at this point he'd believe anything that came out of her mouth. She could tell him she could kill someone with only a plastic spoon and he'd believe her.

"I was one of the lucky ones i was able to escape before my 'graduation' if you could call it that. I was even able to find my birth certificate after months of digging through missing persons reports." She now went back to stroking his white curls as she spoke.

"After escaping I decided to live the life my mother wanted me to or at least I like to think she'd want me to." He knew she was an orphan, she'd told him that on their second date he never thought much about it.

He never even really looked into her mother much either only knowing that she died when Inko was young and that she was Nana Shimura's sister. When he found this out at first he was suspicious but over time he let his guard down, if that was a mistake is still up for debate.

"They called us Black Widows." He'd heard that name before but it's been so long, last time he heard the words Black Widow he was reading a comic book to his sick brother. It's either unoriginal or genius considering most will only think of the comic book hero Black Widow opposed to it being a real organization.

Finally getting the feeling back in his legs he stood up stretching slightly while she watched him. He stared down at her now that he had the high ground it was time to give her what she deserved.

He leaned down towards her his hands coming up to her face menacingly. But she just sat there unfazed with a serene look on her face, their was no real use in trying she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He held her face as he leaned in and gave her lips a gentle kiss.

After pulling away he took her hand and helped her out of his office chair. "Now time to go see about Izuku hopefully I can get him out of his depressed mood."

Giving her a true smile only reserved for his family he lead her out of his office not before shutting down his computer and locking the door.

"Yes please talk to him because I didn't know what to do than to apologize to him." She sighed clearly distressed. "While it has been a long time since I escaped somethings I still just don't know the right words for." She looked defeated like she didn't just have Japan's greatest villain nearly kissing her feet.

"It's fine darling soon Izuku will go back to being that happy kid again, you'll see." He gave her a final kiss before heading to Izukus room ready to help his son or else face the wraith of his wife.

He briefly wondered just how good of an assassin his wife is and just how many she's killed. But quickly shook those thoughts away as he entered his son's All Might themed room.

While he'd never ask her anything more about her past as a Black Widow he soon came to realize she was highly skilled as he watched his son on TV.

He was watching UAs sports festival with Tomura at his current hideout the boy exclaiming in shock at this year's winner.

The one to take first place was UAs first quirkless student Midoriya Izuku who took out the competition with only a pair of electroshock bracelets as wepons.

Not to say that it was only the support tools that secured his win, the way he bended dodging attacks and hit his opponents with devastating blows to the head made him nearly laugh out loud.

It was almost hard to believe that this was the same kind boy he once tucked in bed but he had to admit his son was quite reckless.

He's in all honesty proud of his son especially for beating Mizuki's brat whose bullied his poor son for years. While he isnt happy that his son's well on his way to being a hero atleast Inko trained him well.

Just how did Hizashi get in this mess he'd hoped quirklessness would make his son reconsider being a hero but it seems Inko had other plans.

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Extras:

So originally Inko was gonna hold him at gun point but I felt like AFO wouldn't be sacred of a gun so....

Also Inko has wepons (mostly guns) hidden in every wall in the apartment after all you never know when the red room might strike.

Inko still gets chubby but not from stress over Izuku being quirkless it's more so over the red room possibly finding him and taking him. She's still bad ass tho, can kill anyone with a just plastic spoon.

She also ran away from the red room before they could sterilize her.

Izuku does eventually get One for all but it's after the sports festival instead, tho he does still parade as a quirkless hero even after One for all.

He also is a vigilante on the side under the name Black Widow tho most think he's a girl because of the Black Widow reference. He even wears his mom's old Black Widow suit.

You could say he's hero Deku by day and vigilante Black Widow by night!

AFO totally knows it's him tho because he knows Inko wouldn't be that reckless or feral.

Izuku has no idea his loving father is AFO but knows his mom's an ex-assassin.

#dad for one #hizashi midoriya is all for one #inko midoriya #inko midoriya is a black widow #inko midoriya just being a good mom #bnha fanfiction #canon divergence #black widow au #bnha dad for one

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akistans · 3 years ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒…

Warnings: Honestly nothing.

You’ve been warned ^^

Hey besties!!! How’ve y’all been??? Social distancing i hope;-;.

That’s nice:)

But all jokes aside, Hey everyone! It has been truly been a minute, i kid u not i have truly ghosted tf out of this app and i’am very sorry for that.

And also i feel as though i owe an explanation for me being gone.

And where Lovesick has been.

Also where are all the requests.

And some new updates i’d like to add to my page.

I wont make this too long a will be direct with every statement, but if you want to see about something specific, then follow the order i listed them in.

Alright, lets get into it.

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

So there is multiple reasons why i’ve been gone but ig the biggest reason was because of my dad getting covid, i’m not one for putting out personal info like this so it feels weird typing this out, but yeah.

Another reason was just school, i wasn’t badly behind but it was the end of the year and I didn’t want to finish badly-btw ur girl is in her final year of senior high- so i devoted more time to studying.

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

This is probably one of the most largest things everyone has been wondering about and i may disappoint a lot of people😮‍💨

Currently Lovesick is still in my drafts but i honestly have no intention of releasing it anymore😖. I announced it all the way back in spring and its now almost 2022😩.

I wanna apologize for getting everyone’s hopes up, I’m truly sorry that i made you wait this long for an update, i really am.

As far as the story goes, i love the plot but i feel like i made a shitty mess out of writing cuz when i would read it, it didn’t really sound all that good.

I may release it in the future but for now it’ll just remain in the drafts.

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

Regarding requests, they will be currently closed cuz my inbox is currently stacked with alot ive missed over the months^^;

But i dont think it will be closed for long cuz most of them are probably request for the Yandere prince enhypen(which i’am almost done with the hyung line)

And speaking of enhypen, this brings me to my next point.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

O ver the past few months I haven’t really followed up on enhypen🥺 the last mv i remember from them is drunk-dazed but i believe they just had a comeback recently so im trying to get back into them.

But what i most importantly wanna say is that ur gonna start seeing me write for txt and skz more often (like right after this post more often) cuz i didnt just wanna make my blog just about enhypen and i really love skz and txt (and maybe nct too if i think about it.)

Also…uhm . Have y’all seem Hyunjin recently???

Lord forgive me, but- like- i swear so many ideas popped up when i saw his dance video i-

He would make good for like a Yandere mafia boss type archetype y’know👀👀👀

But aside from that~

Theres one other thing i want to announce! I hit 200 followers! (Or I’m about to)

And for that! I really wanted to create an anon list so that i can interact with my followers! Just send in an ask and ask to be added to the list! I can’t wait!

You can send in any Yandere thoughts or maybe you just want someone to talk to! I’m all ears!

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆

That’s all for now tho, again i would like to apologize for my long hiatus and for the cancellation of Lovesick. And also thank all of you very much for 200! I really couldn’t be more grateful than I’am now and i wish you all a beautiful day!

#kpop #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #yandere enhypen #txt ot5 #txt scenarios #yandere txt #skz #stray kids #yandere skz #nct #yandere nct

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years ago

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Hi okay so I was hoping you could do a headcanon where Fred has a crush( or is dating) a hufflepuff ( or just a really sweet and caring person) and honestly just so much fluff

I gotchu

Fred with a hufflepuff reader

Warnings: Gets deep as hell my dudes

Note: Set in non voldy au

You were this little spark of a person

You were so sweet and outgoing that even Draco didn't hate your ass

Oh you were sarcastic as hell

But you were adorably sweet

Even the portraits knew you by your first name and they loved seeing you

However you never really interacted with people until they interacted with you

So Fred and George had only heard of you

But they never actually talked to you

Well actually, George had talked to you numerous amounts of times

See he actually reads

So he goes to the library for more than a nap (Fred, that definitely was directed at you)

So when you’re there George does talk to you.

When George does talk to you his internal thoughts are “Oh. Oh Fred would love her.”

So he constantly brings him up to you.

Finally one day Fred had enough of listening to George say “Dude, I’ve met your best friend” and he walked over to the Hufflepuff table and asked who the hell you were.

You rose your hand and then pointed.

“You must be Fred!” You said.

Fred nodded. “So you’re the girl everyone seems to know.” He said, sitting next to you.

“Indeed. George talks about you all the time.” You said.

“When do you and George talk?” Fred asked.

“We see each other in the library alot, plus we have potions together.” You admitted.

“Oh--” “Y/n, Draco’s done it again.” A girl whined. “Another fight? You’ve got to be fucking joking.” You sighed before getting up.

Fred out of curiosity followed you and saw students fighting.

Cedric and Draco to be exact.

“I swear to God I’m going to beat your ass Malfoy--”

“Both of you, stop” You said standing between them.

“Move out the way--” “Not until you give me a reason to let this continue.” You said calmly.

“He called a fucking first year by a slur again!” Cedric said.

You turned to Draco who was glaring at him

“Draco. Side bar.” you said

You basically used psychology with Draco asking if it was “Internalized anger being used on others to get a result he wanted because he couldn’t do that himself” and Draco ended up having a mental breakdown because it got deep

Fred gaped and George walked over.

“She use psychology again?” George asked.

“Yeah and it worked?” Fred said confused.

“Wait did you just say AGAIN!?”

So funny thing.

This is a regular thing to do with you

You knew people, you knew how to talk to them and you saw how their mind worked

There were very few people you didn’t understand but you were almost like a little psychologist in the making as you talked people through their emotions in a healthy way.

If we’re being 100% honest here, you were the closest thing to a guidance councilor for students.

You understood people, you could understand their actions

Fred began to notice you more, you were always with other students when he did, talking them through things.

Then he caught wind of some strange bonding sleep over thing happening.

He went to it just to figure out what the fuck it was

and it was really strange what you were doing

It was like a group therapy session with cookies and games.

“Fred? What brings you here?” you asked.

“Wanted to know what was going on... And this is weird. Helpful clearly. But weird.” Fred said.

“Mmm. Makes people closer and limits the real fighting amongst the students. Why do you think Draco’s here?” You asked.

“Does Sprout know about this?” Fred asked.

“She made the cookies and cocoa.” You said.

“ARE THE HOUSE ELVES IN ON THIS TOO!?” Fred gaped.

“And the portraits.” You nodded.

“What the fuck?”

So he sat through this and my god it got DEEP

Neville admitted that sometimes he felt alone and often pondered what would happen if he just disappeared

Harry (Yes he also came to this shindig) admitted that he honestly hated being recognized easily for accomplishments and honestly doesn’t like that people see him as just that

Draco added onto that saying he honest to God hated it when people said his last name rather than his first because it makes him feel like he’s constantly living in his father’s shadow

House elves were listening and making notes of the students who might need the extra support while occasionally chiming in with their own personal issues

Then it got to Fred and he just sat there baffled by the vulnerability of everyone else spewing their darkest secrets.

“Fred? Want to say anything?” You asked

“Not... Particularly?” He said.

You nodded and talked people through things, validating all of them and making them feel safe

Lot of crying

A LOT of crying

“Y/n... Do you want to say anything?” Draco asked.

You shook your head. “Nope I’m good. My life is good.” You shrugged.

“Everyone has their problems no matter how big or small.” Neville quoted.

“Using my own words against me. Dick.” You teased making him smile.

You sighed though and finally spoke

“I feel the constant need to fix other people’s problems because I don’t want people to have to feel the same existential dread I do.” You admitted making Fred gape

“Wow... Y/n, are you okay?” Harry asked.

“Yeah I’m okay. I just get depressed sometimes. It takes a lot of energy carrying some of the things that I do.” You admitted.

“We’re all here for you... It’s literally the least you could so after helping us.” Neville said.

You smiled and looked at the students who nodded and agreed.

“Thanks guys.” You said.

“I feel like we need to do something to cheer us up or something.” Hermione said.

You looked over. “Hermione when did you come in?” you asked

“Like thirty minutes ago after Luna got finished.” Hermione admitted.

“Have anything you need to talk about?” “Nope I’m good.” She said giving you a thumbs up.

“Mmm. Fred, you’re the master at cheering people up, what should we do?” You asked.

He rose a brow. “Uhm... Well shit uhhhh.” He paused for a moment thinking

“Stress bake?” A student suggested.

“We did that last time” Another student said

“Ooh we could prank Filch’s office.” Someone said

Fred looked over at them

“Mm... How many of us have any problems with Filch?” You asked.

Nearly all hands went up.

“Yeesh.” You winced.

“The only other teacher we don’t like is friggin’ Gilderoy.”

“That’s Quirrell’s substitute right?”

“Yeah he’s an ass.” Harry snorted.

“Yeah, he’s a narcissist.” You agreed.

“Oh I have an idea!” Fred gasped.

“Hmm?” You asked.

“Who wants to help me sneak hair dye into Gilderoy’s shampoo?” Fred asked.

“I’m down.” You nodded.

“Good luck!” Luna said as both of you left

You grabbed hair dye from a chest in the Gryffindor common room

You ended up dying Lockhart’s hair blue because according to Fred he needed some “Ravenclaw pride”

You two were walking while Filch was on the other side of campus and talked

“So how often do you have these sleepovers?” Fred asked.

“Every Thursday night.” You said

“Wow.” Fred said.

“What?” you asked.

“Does it usually get that deep?” Fred asked.

“Oh yeah. But it helps because the house elves get to see who need extra support y’know. Like who needs cookies after exams, or who needs to hear ‘You’ve done a good job this week’” You said

“Smart.” Fred nodded.

“Y’know Ron and George have come to this before.” You said

“Really?” Fred asked.

“Both of them said you always know how to make people smile.” You said with a smile

“Huh.” Fred nodded mindlessly

“They also said you could be a pain in the ass at times.” You added before walking into the common room.

“Did you do it?” Draco asked

“The trap has been set. Who wants to paint shit?” you asked

“Yes please!”

So you all ended up painting and laughing with each other

Fred was beginning to understand why you were so loved by everyone

You all had fun that night and Fred was slowly beginning to actually like you

like... Like like you

Fred would smile and laugh with you when you sat with the Gryffindors

He was now going to the library

He told you not to tell anyone he was there because “it would ruin my reputation”

You would smile and laugh at that comment

He did come to the Thursday meetings and usually acted as the comedy relief for the night

btw your prank on Lockhart worked

He screamed like a little girl

P R I C E L E S S

even Snape almost laughed at seeing that fucker walk around with blue hair.

Fred loved seeing that smile, hearing you laugh or hell watching you breathe was mesmerizing to him

You loved seeing him interact with the students and actually act as another therapist type person in the group

If someone in the group had continuous harassment from another student and talking to that student didn’t help, Fred would prank their ass

When you went to Hogsmeade it was a blast

You and Fred seemed to get closer and George was realizing “Oh... Oh they totally like each other”

You met Harry’s Mother who was there for something: LILY LOVES YOU.

SHE THINKS YOU ARE THE PERFECT CHILD

She asked you to look out for Harry because he does look up to you and you nearly cried that you became that good of a role model.

So you got cold at one point and of course Fred bundled you up in his scarf

He wrapped it around you himself and smiled at you

Your heart did a thing and you were like “Oh. Oh fuck I like this guy”

So you started acting a little weird around him

Ten times more jumpier that’s for sure

He said hi behind you in your ear once and you literally threw your book and it hit George

You nearly fell in the lake because he flirted with you

You almost smacked Snape by accident after Fred implied you were gorgeous

During one of the Thursday meetings one of the others noticed you acting odd when Fred sat close to you.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Draco asked

“Yeah! I’m good, everything is alright here!” You squeaked out

Fred rose a brow and noticed you were bright red.

“Y/n, are you sure you look like you’re losing air or something.” Fred asked.

“I’m okay--”

Fred felt your forehead and noticed the redness get worse and it dawned on him what was going on

“Oh my God, YOU LIKE FRED!” Ron gasped

“Wha-- N-nooooo” You lied

“So you don’t?” Fred asked

“No I do-- Wait fuck!” you whined as you became a blushing mess

“I ship it” Cedric coughed out making Neville snort

“Shit shit shit shit shit-- this was not supposed to happen this way” You whined.

“Can we talk alone?” Fred asked.

“Oh God.” You whined as he helped you up.

You two went to the kitchens because you didn’t want Filch to find you.

“If you’re going to reject me please just say it now so I can promptly toss myself into the OVEN AND BURN” You begged

“I’m not rejecting you Princess.” He assured

“What?” “I’m saying I like you too.”

You gaped at him and pulled a stool to you before sitting.

“Are you good?” Fred asked.

“Holy. Shit.” You gaped.

“So... Do you want to date--” “Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically

Fred chuckled and you blushed looking away before Fred extended his hand to you.

“Shall we?” He asked.

You took his hand and he pressed a kiss to your hand making you nearly die

“By the way I am totally kissing you later, just so you know.” Fred added

You guys came back and the whole group was watching you two.

“Well?” Harry asked

Fred said nothing, pulling you to him and kissing you making the whole group go insane

You were a stuttering mess for the rest of the night

Fred was never seen away from you outside of his classes

He was always there with you, smiling and whispering sweet little things in your ear.

You would smile and kiss his cheek, telling him that you were so glad he chose you

You totally stayed with him during the summer

Molly loved you

fourth year started

Remus was now having to be a substitute for Quirrell because his dumbass got sick again

Remus FUCKING LOVED YOU

You were so smart and so kind it was awesome as hell

You were lowkey his favorite student though

you all had more people coming to you on Thursdays and it began to get kind of crowded

You went to Mcgonagall like “Can we just make this an official club or something that uses the Great hall at night”

To your surprise it went through and now on Thursday nights you slept in the Great Hall

You all would have a blast and plus you and Fred were ICONIC

You two were like the mom and dad of the group

Let someone talk shit

Let them

Fred would fuck their world up REAL QUICK if they didn’t listen to you

Now that Harry was able to go to Hogsmeade you got to meet his family when they met up with him

Lily was excited to see you again

Sirius LOVED you and Fred, Peter thought you were literally the greatest human who lived and James LOVED YOU TO PIECES

You absolutely loved them and actually spent Christmas with them

The meetings got super fun at times

Deep

but fun

You absolutely adored everyone in the group and Dumbledore did notice a drop in students fighting both verbally and physically

Remus sometimes supervised the meetings and noticed you always listened to the problems

Occasionally you’d ask Remus if he had anything he needed to talk about

He always said no

You slowly began to put together that he was a werewolf though

it became crystal clear after he had to intervene during the boggarts lesson and you saw his boggart

You waited till it was just you and him and you asked how he was feeling

He realized you knew and you assured him that you wouldn’t say anything

He admitted a lot to you to be honest

He told you how he was attacked as a child and he told you he was always terrified he’d hurt someone he loved

You became determined to help him or any student that might need it and uhm

Became an Animagus

Mcgonagall registered you don’t worry

You could turn into a dog btw, you were like Sirius except your fur was white

Fred was surprised that his girlfriend was this wizarding BADASS

You literally became known as the “white wolf” and it was kind of epic

You actually did help Remus out occasionally

You were kind of sad when Remus left but you and Fred ended up staying with the Potters for the summer

Remus was so excited to see his favorite person

Fun fact: because you could turn into a wolf the Marauders called you “Pup” and it was adorable

Fred loved seeing you geek out over books with Remus

In his head he just knew already you were the one

The triwizard tournament went down with Cedric being the champion for Hogwarts

Cedric admitted to the group that he was TERRIFIED of this competition so you were all cheering him on

The other school did have a couple of students who checked out the group

The Durmstrang students were not a fan of emotions so not many of them stayed

The Beauxbatons however had a ton of students who did stay

That’s when the group discovered Fred also spoke French?

According to Fred “There was a book, I was truly bored because Y/n wasn’t out of class yet and I wanted to know the hype over books”

To which Draco gaped and asked “So you learned FRENCH!?”

You teased him and said “Well shit, and you do that while I’m gone for like an hour, I wonder what would happen if I left you for a week”

he pulled you into his arms and said “DON’T YOU DARE”

You got really close to Fleur and Gabrielle especially though

You taught them how to speak better English and they taught you French

That fucking dance class came around and the group quickly discovered: YOU CANNOT DANCE

“It is not my fault my chicken legs have like zero coordination” you whined against Fred

“Wellllll technically--” “Shut it.”

Fred of course asked you to go to the Yule and your response was “Babe, I’m dating you, it’s implied that I was going with you but I appreciate the conformation”

You came downstairs that night and HOLY FUCK

Fred nearly dropped at the sight of you

He actually almost cried actually

You kissed him and told him he looked handsome

He was whispering adorable compliments all night to you

George and you danced at one point and he told you “Y’know, you and Fred might not be married but you are definitely like a sister to me”

You almost cried

Fred gave you a promise ring later when you were alone and you nearly broke down crying because you truly loved this boy

You two being inseparable after that

Cedric was fREAKING OUT later because of the last trial

you calming him down

You watching it with the last group

“Honestly this whole competition has just been the audience waiting except for the dragons... It’s quite boring.” Draco yawned

I mean... He wasn’t wrong

Cedric won

You were so happy for him and he was super hyped that he won

But he did something strange

He gave the money to Fred and George

“Cedric we can’t take this--” “I owe it to you guys, please just take the God damn check before I go all Hufflepuff on your ass”

You and Fred going to the Burrow for the summer and having the best time

You meeting Bill and him telling Fred “She’s the one for you man”

Charlie also meeting you and saying the exact same thing

Fred sitting down and talking to his parents saying “Look. After graduation I’m proposing to Y/n, any objections?”

Arthur and Molly being COMPLETELY ON BOARD

Going to school and having a good last year

The group having dance parties occasionally to get the feelings out

You did do a strangely cathartic exercise with them of taking cheap plates, writing your darkest secrets on them and then LAUNCHING IT AT THE WALLS

Everyone being kind of sad because you and Fred were leaving after this year and they weren’t ready for you to go

Placing Neville and Luna as the next two to take over the group after you two graduated

Molly mailing you Christmas sweaters before you came for the Christmas break

You waking up on Christmas morning and sitting in front of the fireplace with Fred while he had his arm around you

Dancing in the snow with him just because you feel like it

Accidentally calling Molly mum and her hugging you telling you to just call her that from now on

Lot of crying when you finally did graduate

lot of it.

You going back to the Burrow and Fred listening to you talk about how “The future’s in our hands now, we can literally do anything” and him doing something

He proposed

You cried

Said yes, but cried

You and Fred got married that summer and the group all went

Ron told you he was glad to have you as an older sister and you SOBBED

Ginny told you the same thing-- you also cried at that

You helped the boys open the joke store and worked there until you completed a psychology degree

You became Hogwarts’ guidance councilor

Then you found out you were pregnant after nearly puking on a student

Fred coming to the school because he heard you got sick

Damn it, he was taking care of his wife

“Baby, are you okay!?” He asked.

“Uhm... Yyeaahh about that”

You told him

He cried

He was kissing your face and telling you that he was so happy

You have a daughter: Adelaide Molly Weasley

She is a damn daddy’s girl that’s for sure

But my god does she love her uncle George

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writerforfun · 4 years ago

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Underwing Challenge Day 6 + Day 7

6. What does your portfolio look like? Talk about as many other WIPs as you’d like here.

I have to be honest here, I never understood portfolio. I mean u understand what it is and its purpose but I never understood how to make it for myself.

But either way I guess I do have certain things I worked on.

Starting of with Collection.

1. Collection: Story 1: Mirror Defect: (DONE) (Sorry no cover)

Not all is as it seems.

Not all can be explained and even when the truth is out not everything will make sense.

"I just lost my brother, I can't lose her."

What can you do when you lose trust in those around you? When grief holds you too close?

When lies are hidden all around you?

When nothing is real?

Can you trust your own eyes? When all goes wrong who can you trust?

"Experitment 1034, you are next"

Is anything real? Are you real?

**Warning: character death, graphic description of the deceased character.**

I SUCK AT SUMMARIES.

The story was originally done to scare my uncle. I was going to send him this other story, which R.L. Stine wibe to it but sadly I lost it.

So here we are. Now this story features Mark, who despite all that has occurred, is trying to fix his broken family, even if it means destrying himself but is this family real?

You can check it out here

2. So, A Deal?: (DONE)

Met with death she has no choice but to let death consume her.

"No, I can't leave like this! Not like this."

There is no other way, or is there? But is she ready?

"What do you want? Does your soul not fill with rage, anger and despair? Pushing you to the core of vengeance? Don't you feel like a ghost? Dreading you will disappear? You know you are nothing but a ghost, and eventually, you will have to fade."

"I have seen the face of affliction brought by my reality, I'm tortured by the future of things that cannot be, haunted by visions of yesterday."

Her sin is great, but her desire greater. Will she survive the burn?

This was something I did for my school wrok once. Although it is quite different than the original work. I'm quite happy with the last chapter. I honestly just posted it out as a test to see if others would like it.

It took quite an effort and I enjoyed doing the last bit of it. I really want to make a sequal to it, get it going, but not really sure if this is going to go well.

You can check it out here.

3. Solar Elements: (DONE)

Avatar: The last Airbender inspired.

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

A lot can be lost in a lifetime.

"Wolf is going overboard,"

"We do not have time to wait."

"Surrender now and we shall show you all mercy."

"No, we will never yield to you"

"Then so be it."

"You are not prohibited to address better yet conduct such disgrace." "We are still alive!"

"Love you, Son"

A lot can happen during a lifetime, faultless rotating to flaws, heroes into villains, a lifetime of destruction smiling in your wakes.

"And so she has finally awoken."

I had done this for a story contest once, sadly I was unable to win. But I have to behonest, if I had I would have been so annoyed, it was awful, so awful. I won't talk much on it, as I still don't like this too much.

This feature elemtnal magic and time twist you can say, where a character, reborn must choose to either repeat history or change it completely.

4. Pirates tale: (WIPs)

Had this in for a while, been working on it but didn't have a plot till now.

The ship has no name, no crew, nothing. But if you see it, it's already too late.

Legend says they're ghost, some say they are cursed, others....... others don't live to tell the tale.

It was inspired by a prompt I saw once. Hoping to make these pirates cured to be vampires, hidden from all and only visible at night. They are insearch of their first crew captain, the one who must break the cures. Problem is, Captian dies 30 years ago.

Guess, his hidden daughter must be placed instead.

This is dumb, so dumb, but hey, I'll work on it.

5. The Basement: (WIPs)

Another school work.

This one feartures students sneaking into their school's basement. Each with their own story on why the basement is forbbiden.

If only they had listened and not followed through, then maybe they would not have encountered, the hidden dark past of the school.

This has a gay couple, lol I actaully send it to my teacher but I don't think she noticed :(. It needs alot of work though, so this may take a while.

6. To find the Truth: (WIPs)

This one seems to be liked a lot by you guys. Many seem intrigued.

In the dystopian future, when the world government collapsed, when humans fell and the virus took hold, out rose a series of mutants. Their genes mutated by the virus released when a power plant went nuclear.

These mutants, blessed with powers beyond their control, have taken leadership. Smart, strong, powerful and undefeatable. They hold power over the weak like you and me. But I won't let them stop me. I won't let them come in the way.

They are sloppy, weak and useless. The world is filled with criminals, danger and people in need. This world needs justice, it needs help and they won't help, so I will.

"They'll take you away. They take people like them away"

"I won't let them"

I worked up a lot on this in the past few day and have actually most of the plot down. Well the main chracter's backstory at least, even how the virus started and why these mutants have taken over.

I just need to start it out and get it going. I have done that and I was thinking of adding bits and pieces on how the world is after every sub-story, like telling the tale as the story progress.

Was also hoping to give this story, a big reveal as to who these mutants are and how they came to be, why they take other's like them and how they find other's like them.

7. To Sacrifice or To Live? (WIPs)

Still working up on the name here, but the story goes like this.

Two wedding decades a part, each holding nothing but tale forgotten.

An evil entity hanting them both. A power over both familes, readdy to demolish them whole this time.

Will the scarifice work?

Ok, before you turn away, here me out here.

Two weddings, one in the 1900s and the other in 2000s. Both familes trapped in a curse long active, each must work to find a way to break the curse. One failed, made it worse, will the new bride make it? Or will she suffer worse?

8. Collection: Haunting Memories (WIPs)

Jenny doesn't know how she did it but she did. She didn't mean to. She really didn't. But Nina is dead now and it's her fault. She did it.

It's her fault.

Then why do they blame Jake? Jake is sweet, kind and caring. Sure he was the one with the blade, covered in blood and coming to kill Jenny next but it wasn't Jake. Because she saw.

Saw him kill her. Push the blade through Nina, watching as the girl fell. Her blood turning the ground crimson. She saw as the life left Nina's eyes. As the killer slumped to the ground, the control over him wearing off.

Jenny knows because she killed Nina. Then why does no one believe her? And why do her memories differ from Jake's?

“I am telling you what happened.”

“All you are doing is wasting our time.”

“Then be patient, this is all I have. Please just hear me out.”

“We are busy people here. We don’t have time for stupid tales, girl”

“This is not a stupid tale. If you could just listen.”

“We are listening. Listening to you for the past 10 minutes, all you have done so far is tell us useless things. We have things to do.”

“Everything I mention is important. One thing missed and you won’t understand. Please. I need your help.”

“You have 10-”

“15”

“Fine 15 minutes.”

This I hope to work and get done by at least in the next month. It need a lot of work and must be quite slow yet fast paced. I need to make the plot a bit more than just what I have written.

8. Trick? No, I'll take the Treat (WIPs)

Halloween themed. Done quite long ago.

What will you do when your Halloween turns into a nightmare?

I have nothing much on it at the moment, but will update this soon.

7. What kind of partnership are you looking for in this event? Friendship? Somebody to bounce ideas off of? Something else? What sorts of people are you hoping to meet and adopt?

Honeslty, I did a lot of research in the past few days and boy do I ned a lot of work done.

For starters, I need someone who can actually tell me how my work is going, just how kuch of an effort I have out in and how it seems to others.

I need harsh, quite harsh feed back so I know what I am doing wrong, what I should improve with and what interests the reader about the book.

I also say wish to meet and know other writers here. Would love to meet them and get to know them.

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radiorenjun · 5 years ago

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Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung X Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count:

→ Chapters: 1, 2, 3

You tucked your phone in your pocket as you entered the dance studio to be greeted by your group members stretching and warming up. "Hey y/n!" they greeted in unison, making you smile at how their cheerful aura greeted your exhausted figure. "Hi," you replied shortly, dropping your dufflebag near theirs on the floor.

"How was filming?" Jaehwa asked, letting out a groan when Haneul pushed her back down as she did a split. "The usuals: Jeongin being a crackhead, the director shoving it into our faces that we're going to Tokyo, that donkey being insufferable. Same as always," you chuckle, joining them as you stretched your arms.

"Oh yeah! I forgot you're leaving for Tokyo soon. When are you going again?" Cheonsa exclaimed, massaging her ankles. "Honestly, first Cheonsa was on hiatus. Now you're on hiatus just for some drama film?" Jaehwa chuckled. You rolled your eyes at Kiyeon before answering Cheonsa's question, "Im leaving in two days. I'll be out of your hair for a whole month so enjoy it while you can," you joked.

"Believe me, I know I will." Kiyeon responded, taking a sip of her caffeine. "Oh hush, you'll miss me when I leave." you snickered as you hit her shoulder playfully. "Since you're leaving your dearest best friends behind for some dick, you better treat us to something tomorrow." Cheonsa exclaimed.

"I want steak!" she added with a bright smile. You lifted your fist as if you were gonna punch her, sucking your lip into your mouth as you growled out. "Why you lil-" Jaehwa sat up from her split and patted your thigh, "don't kill anyone just yet, y/n. You still have alot to live for. Plus I don't wanna be the one getting you out of prison," she sighed.

"Cheonsa's not wrong though. You should treat us to something before you leave," Haneul nodded in agreement, making Cheonsa let out a victory cheer at her statement. "I agree. Last time, y'all completely ditched me in that restaurant leaving me to pay that tremendous bill when you all said we were gonna split it!" Kiyeon grumbled.

"It was all planned, by the way." you smirked with a chuckle. "It was Cheonsa's idea for a prank, too." Jaehwa smiled with a nod. Kiyeon glared at our leader who was giving her an innocent peace sign. "Man, I'm really gonna miss you guys when I'm in Tokyo." you sighed, laying your cheek on your palm as your elbow stood on your thighs.

"Of course you will, you can't live without us." Kiyeon chuckled, giving a soft punch to your shoulder. "And Im leaving," you pretended to stand up as the girls chuckled at your reaction. You giggled as you retreated to your former position. "Man, who am I going to talk to in Tokyo when you idiots aren't there?" you whined.

"Yang Jeongin? Or that makeup artist, she looks really nice when I came to visit you on set." Haneul suggested. "Stop acting as if it's the end of the world, you fucking drama queens. Video chatting and texting exists, too, you know." Jaehwa patted your back. You smiled softly at your friends.

"Wait, you're saying that y/n isn't going to die? Damn, I made a whole song and funeral and everything." Cheonsa said in a sardonic tone, causing the whole group to laugh. "You wish. You're stuck with me, get used to it." you wrapped your arm around her shoulder and pulled her to a side hug.

"I really hope our contract ends soon." Cheonsa uttered jokingly. "Very funny," you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. "By the way, have you heard that Chen-sunbaenim is getting married?" Haneul gossiped in a dramatically posh-popular girl tone. "Oh my god, what? Ugh, I can't believe some girl took away my sunbae," you mocked her tone.

"Isn't Sehun your bias, though?" Kiyeon laughed. You nodded with a laugh, dropping the whole fancy act, "though, it wasn't a surprise, really. I mean, whenever I walk by there's always this girl he keeps hanging out with, I'm guessing that's her." you informed.

"Can't believe we're gossiping bout our seniors." Jaehwa shook her head with a chuckle. "What? It's already made public, it's basically the trending topic of the hour. I hope I get invited though, I wanna see my childhood idol get married. God, we're becoming old, girls!" Cheonsa whined, flapping her hands aimlessly.

"You're becoming old, that is. I'm still younger than you," you teased. "Oh hush, just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm getting old for fucks sake. You're probably gonna date that Jisung guy in the future, just wait and see." she tutted with a point of her finger. You pretended to gag, laying a palm on your chest as you stuck your tongue out in disgust. "No thank you," you croaked dramatically.

"I rather date, Shrek, himself than that stubborn cheesecake stealing donkey." you clenched your jaw angrily. "You know, he's not that bad. From what I see in interviews, he looks like a really nice guy to hang out with," Kiyeon shrugged, taking her coffee cup to her lips.

"That is, if he doesn't hate you for no absolute reason!" you exclaimed, flailing your hands up dramatically. "Well, it seems like you hate him too so you're both in the wrong." she smirked. "I do hate him, if that wasn't clear. But he started it first! If he wasn't such a dick then maybe I would've considered him a friend!" you huffed.

"You're being over dramatic. What did he do that was so bad to make you hate him anyways?" Jaehwa rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. You paused, recalling the unpleasant memory, "I don't wanna talk about that." you mumbled, looking at your hands.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Kiyeon grumbled. "Shouldn't we practice?" she asked. "We should, but we really need a break so let's just slack off for a while and get back to practise in a couple of minutes." Haneul suggested. Cheonsa was about to retort when her phone rang, her face lit up at the sight.

"The bf is calling, do what you want. But when I get back, be prepared to be trained hard vocally and physically." she chuckled, walking out of the room with her phone vibrating like crazy in hand. As the door swung shut, there was a peaceful yet awkward moment of silence. "So what now?" you asked.

"Have you packed yet?" Haneul asked, ignoring your question. You scratched your head at the thought, "kinda, but most of my clothes that I already packed are just sweaters and shorts." you shrugged. "I'll help you pack once we get back to the dorm, you always under pack and borrow my clothes or shop for really tacky ones in supermarket stores." Jaehwa laughed.

"Oh hush, I just like wearing comfy clothes!" you chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, comfy clothes isn't an option for this comeback." she grinned with a snap, causing you to roll your eyes at her statement. "Shut up," you groaned.

The door opened slightly, attracting your attention as Cheonsa's head poked through. "Hey girls, I'm about to go to the other dance studios real quick, alright?" she informed with an excited smile before exiting the room once again, grabbing her waterbottle in the process without letting any of us respond to her.

"Appointing her as our leader was the number one worst mistakes of our careers," you announced aloud, causing the girls to laugh and nod in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, y/n. Couldnt agree more," Jaehwa laughed.

A few seconds later, the door opened once again and Cheonsa's head poked into the room. "By the way, you're really gonna treat us to food right?" she grinned with a hopeful and teasing glint in her expression. You chuckled, waving your hand to dismiss her as she laughed and exit the door.

"Guys, is that really necessary?" you chuckled, looking at your members after you checked if your passport and ticket was there. Your members had thoughtfully decided to drop you off at the airport, while wearing unessecary disguises such as a Mona Lisa costume, a moustached detective, Dwayne Johnson's face duct taped to a clown mask and Oli London's face carved from cardboard.

"Yes it is. It's important for us to not be recognized by the public and drop our little y/n off to school." Kiyeon responded, shamelessly fidgeting with her detective hat. "If you guys are gonna walk out looking like that, not only y'all are gonna get recognized by the people, you'll also embarrass me and cause more drama online!" you laughed, crossing your arms as you entered the airport gate.

"Hush, I'm parking the car. You don't want me to make this long and miss your flight do you?" Cheonsa gave you the stink eye through the rearview mirror, gazing at your through her long wig. "Honestly, y'all are gonna be accused as weirdos and get escorted out." you pursed your lips as the car stopped.

"What's so wrong bout wanting to drop off our member?" Jaehwa asked, nudging your shoulder as she shifted her Oli London mask back on to cover her face. "Thank you for the ride," you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the vehicle, quickly grabbing your suitcases and running off before your members could spot you.

As you ran, you lifted your phone to call your manager, informing him where you are. "I'm in the station already, where are you?" you asked, looking around as it was almost 10 minutes til boarding time. "You what?" you gaped at your managers response.

"Hey ugly!" a familiar voice yelled through the crowded room. You winced at the sound of the voice and chuckled nervously at your manager, "you couldn't just come here yourself?" you exclaimed nervously. "Right, you have to check on the other staff." you nodded before rubbing the space inbetween your eyes, ignoring the voice yelling your name behind you that was getting louder and louder.

"Hey ugly!" Jisung exclaimed, showing his pearly white teeth as he layed a hand on your shoulder. You glared at him, giving him the stink eye at the nickname which caused him to chuckle. He has been calling you thathighly insultive nickname since that scene you had to do with you being pushed to a puddle of mud, smearing your face in it.

Playing the role of the bullied popular girl has never been so tough when Jisung became your real life bully. "Hello donkey," you spat as your manager spoke his last words bout checking the VIP tickets and hanging up without giving you a second to reason with him.

"Im here to pick you up!" he chuckled, his heart shaped lips forming a bright smile that never left his face. You shuddered before gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly, "I am very much aware, thank you very much." you answered with a shaky breath.

"Let me help you with your suitcase," his hand reached to grab one or your suitcase which you slapped away due to your suspicion. "I don't trust you enough with my suitcase, who knows you might leave it here when we board." You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

He frowned at your words, his lips forming a scowl before he rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, sheesh, don't need to be a bitch about it." he shot back, pulling the straps of his backpack to his shoulder before leading you forward to where the rest of the cast were sitting.

You felt his hand hit your back gently, you flinched at the contact looking back at him as you cursed in response. "What the fuck was that for?" you exclaimed, looking back at Jisung. Jisung just looked at you with an unbothered expression, "Chill out, Ms.Y/n. I'm being nice here, there was a bug on your back and I took care of it for you," he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome." He smirked, crossing his arms as you glared at him suspiciously before sitting down with a nod. You continued to speak with your co-worker, Yeoreum, who was playing the role of your bully. Despite her role, she's an absolute sweetheart.

"I see you and Jisung are bickering, once again." Yeoreum smirked, offering you a lollipop which you happily accepted. "Im not surprised anymore, it's become a daily routine now." you sighed, sipping your lemon tea. "Your members didn't come to say goodbye?" she asked, "I wanted to see them before we leave."

"Trust me, they did. They dropped me off and dressed up as if tonight's Halloween or something. But to be honest, if I didn't leave them alone I would've been bombarded with more paparazzis than I was three minutes ago," you chuckled, showing her a picture of them with their ridiculous costumes on your phone.

She burst out laughing, grabbing your phone in her hands. "When we arrived at the hotel, we're definitely video chatting them to see if they still have those ridiculous outfits on, right?" she smirked. "I don't know... Im probably gonna feel to tired to even open my eyes," you joked, earning a strong push from her.

"Y/n!" she whined, shaking your figure vigorously. Jeongin groaned, feeling interrupted from his game. "Director-nim! Yeoreum is bullying me!" you laughed, whining playfully. "Would you guys shut up, you're distracting us from our game!" Jisung complained as he tried to focus what's happening on the screen of the Nintendo Switch before him.

"Shut up, donkey." you chuckled as you lined up for the VIP section of the plane. You heard Jisung snickering behind you, only to be smacked by a disappointed Jeongin who was shaking his head in disapproval. "Honestly, why are you like this?" he mumbled.

"Shut up," Jisung laughed, nudging his friend as you continued to walk towards your seat, subtly giving him a look filled with suspicion. "What's wrong with him?" you muttered to yourself, sucking your lollipop as you sat down next to one of the staff who was already fast asleep.

You plucked in your earphones and fidget in your seat to get into a comfortable position, you turned on your favorite playlist and relaxed in your seat, drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You stretched as you exited the plane and entered the airport, reuniting with the rest of the cast. Jisung was giggling behind you despite his tired eyes boring into yours. You raised your brow, "what are you laughing bout?" you asked with a croaky voice.

"It's 2 in the morning, what could you possibly be laughing bout?" you repeated in a cranky tone. He giggled before shaking his head at you, continuing to grab his suitcases. You huffed at the peculiar boy giggling away infront of you, rubbing your eyes to try and wake yourself up a lil bit more til you arrive at the hotel.

"Hey y/n. Is that sign on your back always there?" Yeoreum asked, dragging her suitcase behind her, pointing at your back. Your eyes widened as your arms quickly reach to venture your back, feeling a piece of paper taped to the fabric of your hoodie.

You gripped it and pulled it away from your hoodie, taking a closer look at the slightly crumpled paper. "What the fuck?" you whispered under your breathe almost inaudibly. Written in bold letters was a big 'KICK ME' in an oh-too familiar handwriting.

You growled, crumpling the piece of paper and tossing it into a garbage bin. "Han Jisung, I am going to slaughter you!" you exclaimed, running up to him who surprisingly ran for his life. Due to your lack of sleep, you were a little slower than him so you gave up.

You spotted him hiding behind his manager, his head poking out. He looked at you with eyes wide awake, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is, you raised a fist at him. He stuck his tongue out playfully at your small threat. You raised a middle finger at him in response.

"Alright then, once the bus to the hotel arrives, sleep as much as you can. We're going to start filming late this noon til midnight, so get all the rest you can." the director announce with a yawn, going through the files and looking at his wrist watch.

The whole staff groaned including you who was checking your phone, notifying your parents and members bout your safety. "I take it back, I'm gonna be sleeping like a pig for the next ten hours" you groaned at your costar. "Geez, weak." Jisung chuckled before yawning into his mouth.

"Im sorry, Mr donkey. I didn't order a glass of your opinion," you rolled your eyes at him. As the bus came to a stop infront of you, you yawned taking the first step with Jisung half asleep beside you. You chuckled to yourself at the sight of the older boy yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

This was going to be a long month.

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sienna-writes · 4 years ago

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Butterfly Blood // update 1

woo! first writing update on this WIP so far! (Finally!!). Since I don't want to include huge spoilers on this book, as I might one day end up publishing (who knows), I will be splitting these posts into chatting about my process, character development, edits etc. and then include extracts that aren't too spoilery! I think it'll be okay for the first sections of the book, especially as alot of the first few chapters is character building and imagery to set the scene, tone and atmosphere.

Also, the working title of "Bleeding Out" that I HATED with a PASSION is finally gone! My novel is now called Butterfly Blood based on a excerpt way in the future of the story. (Which I'm very excited to share c: )

I wrote the prologue after I’d finished the first chapter, to introduce the book and it’s mystery in a more captivating way than it had initially been introduced.

Frog finds himself underground in the middle of a forest with no knowledge of his surrounds, his past, or his identity. He clings to one certainty, that he is and was raised by frogs. (This book is a bit wack, just roll with it.)

As he crawls into the middle of the road, a truck starts hurtling toward him and careens off the road last minute. The driver drops down and searches for for Frog, but cannot find anyone.

There is no blood, no screaming, no mangled man wailing on the ground. Reluctantly, the driver withdraws from the dark and locks himself in the enclosed cabin of his truck, steadying his breathing.

As the exhaust sputters to life again, and tires tug against the initial friction of the gravel, the disappearance twists the driver’s thoughts.

His passenger clings with sticky tree frog palms to the trucks stomach; well-oiled organs huffing heat and fumes onto his face.

So this book actually began with a very horribly written chapter. The structure was a mess and for some reason I kept bombarding the reader with information about my main character Rowan and really pushing forward the idea that she’s an energetic person... Which was stiff and just poor writing, honestly. (Also, I've changed my ideas since about how I want to characterise her.) But out of the 3000 word (approx) start, there were salvageable aspects, and those went into the first chapter along with a lot more fleshing out of the scenes, setting and character. I also finally decided on a tense and perspective after being super inconsistent with it and unable to make my mind up.

But! We got there in the end, I just thought I’d share my struggle since writing is not a perfect process and there is a lot of rearranging, and sometimes it feels like pulling teeth.

The premise of this chapter is to set the scene of Blackerwick (a fictional, dreary british seaside town), introduce Rowan (our main character), and the complex relationship with her father, who has become insular over the past month before the story starts.

—excerpts;

A little world building and set up!

Everything about the sleepy town Rowan’s family had moved to is soaked in a distinct achromatic despondency. Inland residents slumped and slogged in their routines, never caring to change them, almost afraid of living. It had confused Rowan at first when she’d come here from Ireland at fourteen, how much the dull town contrasted its landscape. It seemed undeserving of such beauty; a tall mountain range to the left of Blackerwick, and beyond it a city; wide stretches of moors headed toward the forests, and beyond the forests—the ocean. It was as if all the world’s natural beauties had congregated here millions of years ago as the earth slid into place, waiting for settlers to enjoy it. They didn’t even seem to notice.

Fading out of view behind her, a mangle of dark rooftops mesh amongst each other, a severe contrast to the pallidly painted house fronts, and chimneys slice into the sky, puffing endlessly on their pipes.

Hot air is exhaled from the horizon, tugging striking, unruly orange hair from her heavy ponytail as it whistles past her face. She closes her eyes peacefully against the feverish winds, her clothes buffeting and pounding as if fighting it off. Grinning, she leans toward the sea, trusting its breath to hold her weight.

In the course of this chapter Rowan has had an altercation with her teacher and gotten a detention, pushed through the forests toward the beach, and now is returning home. She rouses her dad’s attention by feigning a headache, because he doesn’t bother with her unless he sees she is in pain etc. Now for some quality mild gore!

Turning, she leans in to hug him when she realises there’s blood gushing from her nose.

“Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Not again!” Rowan scoops shaking hands to her nose, tacky blood spilling over her fingertips. “Dad, Dad!”

He is already on it, tipping her head back into his cupped palm, holding tissues tightly to her nose. She wheezes and sputters, the world spinning as she lurches toward the sink, clinging to the draining board to keep her balance. Everything red, the four walls of the kitchen, red. Her blurring vision, red. Everything bleeding like her gums beneath grinding teeth as she bites down on the impulse to say something. She wants to scream, or throw up, head swimming as her world tilts upside down. Her skull rests in her father’s strong palm, a fleshy safety net.

Wash your mouth out with soap, ma’am.

I was considering having Rowan not swear around her father, but her mother is pretty aggressive and her dad (Karmen) swears regularly, so it doesn’t seem too outrageous anymore. (I could never, my mum would flip).

When the bleeding slows finally, and her chin closes in on her neck again she notices her father’s shirt is covered with dried, grubby gore. It looks like he is bleeding out from a deep gash notched into his chest. His heart clawed savagely from its dwelling.

Karmen being a worried dad is best dad;

“You said not again.” He says finally, as she gathers herself, filling glass after glass with water and gulping hungrily, throat tilted toward the sky.

“I’ve been getting more than usual recently.” She replies nonchalantly.

“That’s shouldn’t be normal.” He says.

Rowan shrugs, “I’ve always been prone to bleeding and bruising.” As if to defend herself or prove her case, she pulls down her jeans slightly, revealing a black contusion on her hip. It fades into swarthy purple and blue; a gradient discolouring her pale freckled skin; a deep ink blot, as if the flesh had been punctured with a fountain pen.

Her dad hisses sharply. “How did you do that? I told you not to go into those woods anymore!”

Ok! Enough blood! I really made nosebleeds overly dramatic lol.

Anywho!

the first 2000 ish words of this chapter follow Frog (he's later named Mint), and let me tell you, his perspective came so naturally, and was such an interesting world view to write in. I'm not saying i like him, but I enjoy writing him for sure.

This chapter was initially 2100 words and I intended it to be a brief introduction of mint, but I merged it with the next one because I thought they joined together nicely. The other aspects of this chapter introduce more of the friend group (honestly the only relevent characters within this group are Damian and Jamie, the rest are low-key assholes) and set up later events.

—excerpts;

Mint is wandering in the forest, and hunting.

He slinks into step with the deer as it rises, shaking his head as it shakes its placid mane. Serenity slices the air in two.

Frog strikes.

The blade almost glitters in the air as it shoots toward the limpid animal’s vulnerable throat, veins pulsing beneath frosty, translucent fur. Incorporeal beast. A surreptitious streak in the night, headfirst, embedding with a gurgle and a coarse, barbaric scream. Deer’s aren't meant to sound like this. Like a human, like something capable of feeling and hurting. Frog wriggles the blade out of its fleshy sheath and exhales into a whistle. He looks gleefully at the drowned grass damp with blood. Gushing over his squirming toes.

Its crown tumbles to the soil, antlers embedding deep into the foliage at Frogs feet. He sits beside Stag on the floor laden with pine needles--wreathing its glazed face like christ’s crown-- and strokes the un-bloodied fur of its forehead, holding its unblinking, waxy glare. Frog is the victor.

Frog/Mint is hunting! He kills a stag! Then he brutally dissects it;

Peeling away at the thick membrane enshrouding Stag's skull, with tender interest, Frog carves muscle and fat from its head, pellucid and opaline, dropping the pale crumbs of carcass onto the ground. The deer’s dense ghost is not yet cold in his crimson tinted hands.

Rowan feeling numb, because oh boy us writers like to see our characters in pain;

The water is scalding. Rowan breaks out in goose bumps. Catching her reflection in the rippling bathwater she almost doesn’t recognise herself. Flushed, pale cheeks. All sharp edges, cheekbones slicing beneath the eyes, graceful slanting nose scooping down into a slight point. Her lips protrude from her face, full and large, accommodating an easy smile. Rowan pulls her downturned lips into a small grin. The constructed happiness blurs in the water. Holding her breath, she leans into the baths hot grip, filling with her fiery hair.

The silence smudges in her ears.

I also wrote some banter-y dialogues but I think I'll share them another time... After they've been edited.... a heck ton... There's an over exaggerated smoking description in this chap too but I've shared that before heh :)

I hope you enjoyed this LONG overdue chapter update! So far there are 7 chapters, so I have a lot of updating to catch up on! :)

I don’t have a tag list at the moment, but if you’re interested in this wip and want to be on it, then please send me an ask or a comment and I’ll add you :)

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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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title: i figured it was time for this

pairing: Dean x reader

square filled: Anti Possession Tattoo

rating: PG

tags: tattoo, projectile beer spitting, telling the boyfriend your pregnant

word count:

summery: not telling!

created for @heavenandhellbingo

it was several months ago, you had found you had found the love of your life after he had rescued you from a vampire bleeder den... vamps had been draining you dry for weeks...

but shortly after they brought you back HE was the only person who matter to you... he became your everything... now it was time for you to become an official hunter protected from every single part of the supernatural...

today you were gonna get your Anti-Possession Tattoo...

Dean the love of your life was now taking you to a small tattoo parlour in Kansas near where they grew up... but something was awfully not right at all... for the last little bit before the tattoo parlour you felt as though something or someone was following the impala...

though you dismissed those feelings as your love now had stopped the car... you looked around and made eye contact with the man who was at your side of the car opening your door...

Dean: “you ready to have full protection from everything supernatural...”

YN: “im ready to get what stops demons from being able to possess... but how bad is it gonna hurt?”

Dean: “well given the fact that as a hunter you should have a high high pain tolerance... those shoulder resets, the self patching, the feeling you get when you sew yourself up and throw on some whiskey as a antiseptic is how you build that pain tolerance... sure it hurts at first but in our line of work we dont have time to do normal medical procedures... we learn alot from google and it also helps that we have friends of our fathers who are willing to help if we need... now lets go inside and get your tattoo...”

you take his hand as both of you walk inside the parlor... you let dean do most of the talking and then charging it to one of the many cards you had in your wallet... you still had a normal job, you ran your own mechanic shop...

Dean enjoyed that idea cause he was mainly your main mechanic... you were the only person who Dean would be able to work with the amount of orders and people that came in...

Dean: “so after this are we gonna go into the shop or gonna go back and see everyone...”

YN: “i do have paper work still to do and there are still 8 cars on the lot that still need fixing... and we rely on the income its honest and it brings in a living... we have real money on top of all the scams and stuff you guys are running we need honest living... honestly i know its not a huge amount but our garage is the best in this entire side of the usa... we have people coming from everywhere... our garage is gonna make us rich... dont worry we are gonna be fine... now im strong enough to take the pain from this tattoo, and im strong enough to take you and Sam down in sparring... and im strong enough to be a badass huntress...”

Dean: “lets get her done baby girl.”

walking into the back of the tattoo parlor, you expose your chest... only so far as to have your area that you want the tattoo in exposure. the guy came in and began setting up his equipment.

Tattoo guy: “what will it be today?”

you hand him a drawing of the anti-possession symbol with your own personal touch. he loaded the ink into the machine and then he turned to Dean.

Tattoo guy: “this your girl dude?”

Dean: “yeah why?”

tattoo guy: “cause she has real guts to do a tattoo of this caliber, there is gonna be alot of shading to do... now before i get started there might be a little bit of seering pain at first, but there is also the option of a sweet numbing relief if you want it... you wont even feel it...”

YN: “yes i want the numbing relief.”

the tattoo guy gently put a bit of numbing gel on the area then he waited a few moments and then poked you in the numb area to see if you felt anything... you said no... so he proceeded.

the process total time was 60 minutes... the outline time was 10 minutes, then came the filling in the parts that needed it that was what took the longest... it was a long time in that chair but Dean was the one massaging your back so you didnt stiffen up...

Tattoo guy: “well your almost done kiddo, the last part is what you added as extra it looks like... are you still wanting that on there... or just leave it...”

You had to think about it but then you took a glance at the man who loved you more than his own car (which is really saying something)... but you had found something out a few days ago... you had gone to a doctor you trusted cause you thought something was wrong with you...

so you wanted to put the date of finding out the news you had been working so hard at hiding from the love of your life...

YN: “yes put it in holographic silver below the symbol...”

tattoo guy did as requested... you were one of the many normal things that came out of hunting... you tried to be as normal as possible... but no one in their right mind would ever associate hunting with normality...

once the tattoo was done, the guy gave you a care package with instructions for the first 2 weeks for tattoo care. it was one of the proudest moments of being a hunter...

thats when you and Dean left and he asked you about the bonus addition...

YN: “remember how i was feeling off and i went to see the trusted doc and i went alone... i was late... my period was late... i had to make sure nothing was wrong... Dean its been 2 days since that appointment, i didnt want to keep this from you but its better left for when your sitting down, most likely your gonna pass out or something...”

Dean looked at you confused and wary of what you could possibly want to say... but yet waited till you both got back to the hotel you guys were staying at for a mini vacay away from the bunker...

you both went into the hotel room but you hadnt been drinking the beer, or anything else alcohol related... but of course you werent gonna say why just yet...

getting into the room Dean sat on the bed and you came to sit beside him on the bed...

Dean: “what is so important that you wanted me to sit down for? and what does that extra tattoo mean?”

you were being careful... but then it just all came out just as Dean was taking a swig of his beer..

YN: “Dean im pregnant...”

this is how it happens, that is how you activate Projectile Beer...

Dean: “pregnant? are you sure?”

you pulled the ultra sound from your bag and handed it to Dean... his expression after a bit turned soft and calm... his facials were now full of joy and excitement...

Dean: “YN i get now why you waited to tell me... dont worry we will not let this child of ours grow up with only one parent... we will both live to raise this child. i love you... and i very proud of you taking the numbing gel for the tattoo, i didnt do that cause it was my father around who told me and Sam to get ours and we wanted to prove ourselves to him... which was... come now darling let us relax...”

you both fall back to the bed and relaxation overtakes you both, now you felt relaxation cause you werent caring around that secret...

#heaven and hell bingo

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legion1993 · 5 years ago

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i figured it was time for this!

title: i figured it was time for this

pairing: Dean x reader

square filled: Anti Possession Tattoo

rating: PG

tags: tattoo, projectile beer spitting, telling the boyfriend your pregnant

word count:

summery: not telling!

created for @heavenandhellbingo

heaven & Hell masterlist

it was several months ago, you had found you had found the love of your life after he had rescued you from a vampire bleeder den... vamps had been draining you dry for weeks...

today you were gonna get your Anti-Possession Tattoo...

though you dismissed those feelings as your love now had stopped the car... you looked around and made eye contact with the man who was at your side of the car opening your door...

Dean: “you ready to have full protection from everything supernatural...”

YN: “im ready to get what stops demons from being able to possess... but how bad is it gonna hurt?”

Dean enjoyed that idea cause he was mainly your main mechanic... you were the only person who Dean would be able to work with the amount of orders and people that came in...

Dean: “so after this are we gonna go into the shop or gonna go back and see everyone...”

Dean: “lets get her done baby girl.”

walking into the back of the tattoo parlor, you expose your chest... only so far as to have your area that you want the tattoo in exposure. the guy came in and began setting up his equipment.

Tattoo guy: “what will it be today?”

you hand him a drawing of the anti-possession symbol with your own personal touch. he loaded the ink into the machine and then he turned to Dean.

Tattoo guy: “this your girl dude?”

Dean: “yeah why?”

YN: “yes i want the numbing relief.”

the tattoo guy gently put a bit of numbing gel on the area then he waited a few moments and then poked you in the numb area to see if you felt anything... you said no... so he proceeded.

Tattoo guy: “well your almost done kiddo, the last part is what you added as extra it looks like... are you still wanting that on there... or just leave it...”

so you wanted to put the date of finding out the news you had been working so hard at hiding from the love of your life...

YN: “yes put it in holographic silver below the symbol...”

once the tattoo was done, the guy gave you a care package with instructions for the first 2 weeks for tattoo care. it was one of the proudest moments of being a hunter...

thats when you and Dean left and he asked you about the bonus addition...

Dean looked at you confused and wary of what you could possibly want to say... but yet waited till you both got back to the hotel you guys were staying at for a mini vacay away from the bunker...

you both went into the hotel room but you hadnt been drinking the beer, or anything else alcohol related... but of course you werent gonna say why just yet...

getting into the room Dean sat on the bed and you came to sit beside him on the bed...

Dean: “what is so important that you wanted me to sit down for? and what does that extra tattoo mean?”

you were being careful... but then it just all came out just as Dean was taking a swig of his beer..

YN: “Dean im pregnant...”

this is how it happens, that is how you activate Projectile Beer...

Dean: “pregnant? are you sure?”

you pulled the ultra sound from your bag and handed it to Dean... his expression after a bit turned soft and calm... his facials were now full of joy and excitement...

you both fall back to the bed and relaxation overtakes you both, now you felt relaxation cause you werent caring around that secret...

#heaven and hell bingo

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maxheadley · 6 years ago

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Saturday; Wake Up

Darkness swallowed Timothy. Shadows wallowed in her prepherial vision. A cold draft caressed her skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over her arms and legs. She shuddered unintentionally. Her ears depicted the sound of heavy breathing and water dripping from a faucet on the other side of the dark room. She grasped onto her knee, which unfortunately throbbed painfully, underneath her fingers and against her palm, swollen flesh lay. She vaguely remembered what happened the night before. The one memory she had; was Terra slamming an aluminum silver baseball bat across her face. After that, Timothy blacked out.

Timothy went over the events of the previous day. Everything had been perfect, except the last two hours of her life. Friday was a nightmare came true. She hated Winnie for what she'd done. Why kidnap her? Why intentionally harm her? She frustratedly sighed, reaching for anything she could haul herself up. Exploring the smooth, wall, her fingers brushed a cold, iron bar and immediately launched herself up. She groaned, painfully as she accidentally put pressure on her leg. She decided to call out. Obviously someone else was in the room. Hopefully, someone who could help her.

"Hello? Is anyone else in here? I can hear your breathing." Timothy's voice echoed around the room and she grimaced, hating the way her voice sounded. Desperate and pained. Couple seconds later, her husband's voice hit her ears. He croaked, his throat parched. "Timothy? Where are you?" She heard shuffling and suspected he'd gotten up.

She swallowed the gathering salvia in her mouth and ran a hand through her disheveled hair. "I'm on the other side of the room. I can't walk.." She murmured, limply pushing against the wall.

"Alright, I'll come to you."

Wondering how Harley could possibly find her in the dark, Timothy rubbed her throbbing knee. She depicted his footsteps and the creaking sounds where his feet stepped. She reached out and collided with his chest. "Now, I know it's you." She smiled, even though the darkness concealed her face.

Harley's rough fingers covered her hand and inched closer til their chests brushed. He cupped her cheek with such gentleness Timothy thought he might be thinking she was suspiciously susceptible to being broken. She wasn't that fragile. Goosebumps scattered across her porcelain skin. "Are you okay?" He whispered, his lips close.

"My knee hurts, but otherwise I'm okay." She whispered back, placing her hand on top of where his heart beat like a drum. She could tell his heartbeat was irregular. His heart hardly raced. Panic and worry probably sent anxiety trailing all through him. "Are you?"

She felt his shoulders slump immediately, like the tension had been burned out and replaced by mush. "My head hurts to tell you the truth, other than that minor problem, I am fine. I am worried about what's going to happen to us. Any idea where and why we're here?"

Timothy opened her mouth, intending to respond, but a sudden burst of light sent her recoiling. She covered her eyes. The brightness made her dizzy. She adjusted, although continued to squint. She saw the lights had been switched on and the door swung open revealing two dark silhouettes. Both appeared female.

They both stepped into the light, revealing themselves as Winnie and Terra. Timothy suppressed a growl. If she weren't injured, she'd claw Winnie's eyes out on the spot. She glowered from afar as Harley stood halfway in front of her, protectively. He, too, glowered.

Winnie held a tray in her hands. Assortment of food was scattered all over as well as juice pouch. Terra also had a tray with similar food choices on it. They both wore different types of workout clothes and had their hair in buns. Timothy suspected they dressed comfortably simply because if they were to end up in an altercation with the couple, they wouldn't have problems. Unfortunately, for Timothy, her injury prevented her. Harley stood rigid and his body language told her, he wasn't about to jeopardize the situation and act out. He preferred knowing all the facts and information rather than act a fool. Another reason she trusted him.

"Hello." Harley cleared his throat. His voice strained.

"Hi." Winnie said, almost too cheerily. Her mother shot her a scornful glance. Winnie recoiled, averting her bright eyes to her green Nike's.

Terra sat the tray she carried on a round, old black chipped wooden table and spoke nonchalantly. Her charcoal eyes glancing at the couple. "We came to bring you some food, I presume you're both starved and parched." She also placed Winnie's on the table. Timothy actually happened to be starving, but made no sudden moves to take off the duo's offering of food. Not yet anyway.

"Thank you for the food, but what is going on?" Timothy intercepted Harley's response. He probably would not be respectful, and in any case, that'd not be wise.

Terra quickly responded. "We kidnapped you, brought you to a disclosed location, and plan to help institute a relationship between my Winnie and you guys. If you don't comply, we will use more harmful methods." She had confidence, which Timothy gave her credit for. "And as long as you cooperate nothing dire will happen to you." Winnie added, smiling confidently.

Harley's dark eyebrow raised as did both of Timothy's. Immediate release of thoughts filtered through her mind. She blinked, astonished. "You can't institute a relationship when the subjects are reluctant to comply or give effort." Harley sighed, looking like he deflated.

"And the fact you kidnapped them is worse." Timothy added, sliding down against the wall. Making sure her left leg was straight out to avoid injuring her knee further.

"We weren't planning to harm you, but we will in any case of reluctance." Terra said, glowering at the couple. Her dark eyes strangely alluring. No wonder her husband fell in love. She was incredible.

"What do you want exactly?"

"Winnie is in love with you. She wants a relationship. I'll be happy to oblige and give her whatever she needs/wants."

Timothy and Harley shared an uncomfortable look. She rolled her dark eyes and skewered Winnie. "Wanting a relationship huh? And yet you kidnap us. Good luck in coercing us to do the "falling in love " thing." She air quoted and leaned her head against the wall.

"We'll do what it takes." Winnie said, before the daughter-mother duo departed the room.

Few hours passed, leaving Harley and Timothy staring down at their empty trays. As soon as Winnie and Terra departed, they dug in, like they hadn't ate in moons. Timothy's stomach ached and bloated like a balloon full of helium. She couldn't help but eat every single morsel off her plate neither could Harley. He consumed the heap of food in less than five minutes and fell asleep afterwards. He woke up shortly after though.

"Why don't we pretend?" Timothy suggested promptly.

"Pretend what?"

"To fall in love with her, give her affections and into her affections. We must make her believe we are in order to be let go. We don't have to be captives for very long."

Harley considered Timothy's brilliant idea and pointed out. "Wouldn't that conspicuous? We should act reluctant and then come around. We have to succeed and if we're inconspicuous we will but not the other way around."

"We'll be reluctant for the first part, then slowly give in. We'll get out of here some how. I promise." She planted a swift kiss on his cheek and leaned on his shoulder.

"I believe you." He swallowed hard, thinking.

Winnie sat on a deep red, old sofa. Her short fingers buried in a black, fluffy pillow. She absently plucked at the furry fibers. Her thoughts were overwhelming, disturbing, and distressing. The way Timothy and Harley acted that morning flummoxed her. Why were they not surprised? Did they already suspect Winnie's plot? Or were they expecting Winnie to do something drastic either way? She knew how dramatic she can be. She knew what drastic measure she took, alot of the time she made a scene. Timothy and her husband are imperturbable. Why did they have to act complacent? And logical?

Winnie thought they may plot their own plan or something. She decided trusting them very little. She threw her pillow at the ground and got up. She rounded a corner, entering the kitchen, stepping over the threshold. Smells of spices and meat overwhelmed her. She saw a pot of chicken boiling and a skillet of stirfry cooking on the stove. Her mother leaned against an old bar. Her arms crossed, her dark eyes closed, and her face directed towards the ground naturally. She appeared sleep like, but Winnie knew that wasn't the case. Terra never slept and if she did, she liked pure quietness and alone time. Insomnia had it's claws deep into her mother. Unfortunately.

"Ma.." Winnie said, staring at her hands.

"Yeah, Winnie?"

"Do you think we'll succeed in what we're doing?"

Terra's fluttered open. Her dark eyes landed on her daughter's flushed face. She maneuvered to the skillet, not averting her eyes and picked up a tan wooden spatula. "Honestly.. It depends on how far you're willing to go and how long it takes to break them?" Terra stirred the frying pieces of green and red peppers, satiated mushrooms, and white onion.

"What if they are unbreakable?" Winnie prompted, looking warily uncomfortable. The fact Terra would be willing to break anyone for the sake of Winnie's desires was off putting, yet Terra had secrets and a closet of skeletons which explained her unique support for Winnie. She was just as dangerous if not more.

Terra switched off the burner and turned around, the skillet in her hand and sat it on the bar. She had a devious, baleful grin on her dark face. "Oh, Honey, everyone is breakable. There are people who are repeatedly broken over and over, and remain strong like your father. There are people who pretend they're not broken or breakable, but behind close doors, they break down and show the walls what someone or something else has done to them. There are people who are tough as dragon's skin and are ferocious because they have been broken. That is me. And then there is you, the person who is close to being broken but haven't. You don't let anyone. Everyone is breakable, in some way." Terra touched her daughter's cheek lovingly and met her eyes. "Timothy and Harley will endure pain and suffering til their breaking point. I have no doubt you can be the punisher. You are after all, your mother's daughter."

Winnie blinked, gazing at her mother before she turned and went back to creating the meal. Winnie left the kitchen, not wanting to engage in anymore conversation. Her mother was dark and damaged. No wonder Winnie presented the same. She walked outside, settling on a rotting wooden step, and stared into the abyss of green.

Trees surrounded the cabin, lively, and vibrant. Faint sounds of the city filtered in the air and chirping birds rung. I don't deserve their love, but I will get it. I'll do what it takes. Winnie promised herself. She heard cracking of twigs, she stood up, and saw her father and Tad carrying wood back for the fire tonight. She hoped her heart would steady. Sometimes the woods gave her slight scares. She smiled, seeing her father and Tad. "Hey guys!"

"Hey." Tad winked, his dark green eyes glittering under the weak film of sunshine. Winnie thought for a guy, who liked guys, he was probably one of the most attractive dudes ever. She walked up to him and took a couple logs off his log pile. "How was hunting for wood?" She asked, casually.

"Boring for the most part until I tripped and landed in a mud puddle by the lake. Your dad practically died of laughter. I was so mad, but I ended up laughing and throw mud at him. We had a blast." He put the logs on the triangular stack and gestured to his muddy clothes. His face looked rather pristine. Winnie assumed he used the lake water to wash off his face and hands.

"Sounds like you weren't meant for the nature thing." Winnie air quoted, chuckling at his ruin white t-shirt and yellow jeans. She had to admit the mud brought out his bronze pigmentation.

Tad shrugged, running his hand through his dirty, dark blonde hair. "Not really, but I make the best of it. How's the guests?"

"They're fine. Me and Ma talked to them and brought them food. I assume they ate. We're going to bring them dinner when Ma's finished cooking and talk to them again. Want to come?"

Tad's nonchalant expressed turned bewildered. "I don't know. That's not really my area."

"Come on, you can create more of the story if you knew their thoughts, words, and conditions? It'll be helpful in the long run."

"Fine, but you owe me!"

She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Three almond joys and starbursts!" He said cheerily, following her up the steps and into the house.

"Done and done."

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more than enough help || rose and taylor

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: taylor’s dorm room // spring 2021.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rose x taylor.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: sex referenced.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: rose goes to assist taylor with his final paper, and gets so much more out of it. in the hopes of having something special, rose lets her guard down for the nicest guy she has ever met.

Rosemary Hollingsworth was not easily fooled by women, but boys were another story. Taylor was just so cute and helpless, like he needed her. Men who needed her was definitely a weakness of hers, she loved feeling helpful. She didn't even notice that he was taking advantage of her homework and assignments, blatantly copying or having her do the work for him as an example problem. Before she knew it she had done everything for him, and didn't even notice. She arrived outside his room and knocked, not even thinking about how this might put her bet in jeopardy with her sister. But Taylor was so cute, she didn't even mind losing. Their bet to not hook up with anyone had been going on way too long. If anything it would be a public service. She also didn't know if Taylor was even interested in her like that. It was just a shot in the dark, and a pretty face she could stare at.

Taylor wasn't dumb, he fully believed work smarter not harder and that's what he did. It came easy to him and it came in the form of Rosemary. She was one of the smartest if not the smartest girl he knew and she fell for his charm. They never did anything not for his lack of trying. It made it easier for him to get his way though and all the work she did for him proved it. Checking his phone he pulled on his grey sweatpants and kept his shirt off showing his well defined abs. Opening the door he flashed his pearly whites. "Well hello beautiful." he moved to the side to let her in. Biting his bottom lip as she passed. "I hope I didn't take you away from anything important. It was this final paper that i need a little help on." he brushed past her purposely and blushed when he stepped away." Oh shit I'm sorry baby. I mean Rose." he ran his fingers through his hair. "You always he get me so flustered." he lied.

Rosemary squealed inside her head when he opened the door and he wasn't wearing a shirt. That plus gray sweatpants? She was already dying on the inside. It had been since before Valentines when she had made this stupid bet, then this beautiful helpless boy came into her life. She hadn't been doing anything too important, just working on her own papers. Sure, they were just in the editing phase, but she also didn't really need to step away from the computer to do more work. But he needed her help, and she was excited about it. She loved feeling needed. Rosemary let a giggle fall from her lips when he brushed past her and was all flustered. It gave her butterflies to have someone who was nervous to be around her. It made her feel like the prettiest girl in the world again, "no need to apologize" she said as she touched his exposed arm briefly. Usually she was all go getting, but something about him was so sweet and sensitive.

He knew exactly what he was doing with the clothes and the words he was saying. He didn't need help he had someone write his paper he just needed it to be proof read and his closing paragraph to be excellent. He wanted to have fun this summer without any summer school. He watched as her hand brushed his arm he looked down at it then back at her. "You gave me goosebumps. " he pointed to arm. He moved to the his bed and sat down. "I wrote it I just need help with the final paragraph, it's not coming together." he sighed dramatically. "And if i'm being completely honest ." he paused his face going red. He knew she would think this was cute or whatever it was always that easy. "I." he looked away." No I shouldn't ruin over our friendship over it." he looked down with a defeated look. Counting to ten before looking up with a half smile. "You look amazing by the way." Taylor touched her chin softly .

Taylor was the hottest shy guy she had ever encountered. The problem with some of the guys she had hooked up with in the last year is that they knew they were hot. And damn did they act like it. He was being vulnerable with her, asking for help. When he said she gave him goosebumps it gave her an excuse to stare at his form, god he was so good looking. She was getting nervous as he seemed to be gaining mild confidence. "Thank you, you um, you always look really good" Rose became a little more aware of her bet, so she sat down at his laptop and put on her blue light glasses. She started going through and making edits, it was a good paper. It just needed some touch ups. Rose got to the final paragraph and helped him summate, "This is a really great paper, you should be proud of it" she said as she looked over her shoulder at him.

Taylor had every confidence that he was a very attractive young man. He was also confident that Rose found in just as attractive. He blushed looking away at her comment. " You don't have to be nice to me, but thank you love. " He moved next to her. He watched her as she read the paper. He knew the paper was good it was based of a draft he had written and given to someone. He didn't bother her instead he went to the mini fridge and got her a bottle of water. "That means alot coming from you Rose." He handed he resumed his place looking over her shoulder. "You have no idea how much you saved me. You have to let me thank you. " he flashed her a bright smile. He wasn't going to just blow her off, leading her on would pay off in the long run.

It had been a minute since she'd been weak in the knees for anyone who was nice. Such a sweet boy, sweet on her. None of the usual red flags. Rosemary deserved to be with someone who was going to treat her well, especially if she was about to break this bet. But she hungered to break the bet. A nice guy was worth it. She turned her head and looked up at him as she took off her blue light glasses and he flashed a smile, "How would you like to thank me?" she said with a coy smile. Rosemary bit her lip a little as she looked at him, god she had it bad.

He read over the last paragraph happy that at the whole paper coming together. He knew his grade for this paper was going to be amazing. Looking at her as she spoke. He couldn't help but lick his full lips, any other time his response would be something less then wholesome. He wasn't going to say that he would just move the strand out of her face. "You should let me take you out on a date. Or we can have a little picnic here if you don't feel like being social."

Rose liked the idea of something private with him. It was so refreshing that he didn't just want her for sex. Like he actually cared about her and wanted to get to know her. It had been such a long time since that had happened for her, "I would love to have a little picnic here" she said, not wanting anything to be too public. Maybe there would be more of an opportunity to be cute together if they weren't restrained by the public eye. "I just feel like being social with you" she added sweetly.

A wide smiled flash across his face when she said yes, to her it show he was excited about spending time with her for him it was securing that she still helped him when he needed. "perfect." he whispered in her ear. " Just tell me what you want to eat and if I should put a shirt on. " he said being half serious. "My rose." he said with the most endearing tone he could muster. He made sure to clear his schedule for her. If it was one thing that he knew it was that girls love when you made them feel like they were the one and only.

She shined a bright smile at him. "We could just order some food, watch something" she suggested. Rosemary wanted to keep things casual and easy, for his sake more than anything. He seemed slightly nervous around her and she wanted to make sure he was in a space where he was comfortable. She hadn't talked to anyone this sensitive in a long time, it gave her that high school innocence vibe. His rose? Her heart fluttered at the idea of being with someone.

Tay nodded. " Your wish is my command." He moved to the mini fridge and pulled some menus from off the top of it. He chose to order Italian she deserved it fir all the help she had been. Making the call he fixed his bed so.sje could sit on it. " What are you into?" He asked in a semi seductive tone. " True crime? Horror? We can watch whatever."

She felt her heart rate pick up when he asked what she was into. Rose made her way to his bed and took her shoes off, adjusting her hair and looking over at him. "Ummmm, horror sounds good to me. I might get a little scared though" she warned. Rose wasn't too afraid, but she was jumpy when it came to things like that.

Taylor dimmed the lights and put on a scary movie." Don't worry i'm here." his voice was less innocent and more like him. He moved next to her, leaning against the wall. "You can come closer, I promise to behave myself." He winked at her showing that it could definitely turn into something else. He grabbed his blanket as the movie started. He knew the food would be there soon so he didn't get to comfortable.

Rose noted that he seemed to be growing more confident. Her impact, honestly. She felt like he was stepping up because of her. Like she was worth it. Rosemary got under the blanket with him and touched his hand before putting her head on his shoulder. "You don't have to behave ... if you don't want to" she said as she looked up at him through her lashes. He hadn't even told her she was beautiful, but she felt that he knew. That he liked her but didn't have the words just yet. Taylor was probably a hopeless romantic, and couldn't spill the words until it was time.

Her words confirmed she had no idea what type of boy he was. He let himself blush as if he was shy. He turned to her, his fingers on her chin leading it his face. His lips softly touching hers, pulling back just a little before kissing her again. This time deeper and with more passion. Only moving when he heard a knock at the door." Shit." He murmured. " Don't move gorgeous our food is here." He hopped up and moved to the door. He pulled out the money and picked up the food putting it on the table. "Now where were we?" He smiled jumping in front of her and kissed her again.

Oh my god, they were kissing. She hadn't felt like this in so long. Usually it was a one and done with most girls and guys, both being super upfront about how they wanted something casual. But he was different. He wouldn't hurt her, god, he couldn't hurt her. Normally, she would be suspicious of someone who was such a good kisser when they played to seem so inexperienced, but Rose wouldn't be surprised if he's had at least one serious girlfriend in the past. What if he's damaged? She could fix him. Show him how to love. Her brain was going wild for the idea. Rose couldn't care less about the food, "I think right here" said Rosemary as she kissed him back, matching his enthusiasm.

Taylor chuckled into the kiss as he moved over her. This was easier than he had expected but who was he if he didn't get exactly what she waned. His hand caressing her thigh, his tongue exploring her mouth. He kissed her for awhile before breaking it." God your beautiful." She was he could admit that."Are you sure this okay?" he sounded innocent but his hand never left her leg and his eyes was filled with lust. He needed consent before he went any further it and he needed to blush when he said it. He really didn't think this would be happening but he was glad he made time for her, and what was happenin now was definitely a bonus,

This was definitely not Rose's first rodeo. She had a revolving door of guys since the break up that had fully broken her. Rose couldn't even say his name these days. Being cheated on by your first love changes how you see love. Hearing him call her beautiful made her feel perfect again. Like she hadn't broken herself time and time again. Then the simple fact that he was asking was so sexy to her, like he was worth all of it. Like he could pick up the pieces of her and make her hole once more. Not sex to fill the void, but love and care and all those beautiful things. She could be one of those beautiful things again. The way that beautiful boy blushed when he asked was more than enough for her to know that he was worth it. Rose flipped him over and got on top of him, "I am more than okay with this, I've been thinking about you a lot lately" she said with a smile as she pressed her lips to his neck.

Taylor wasn't surprised that she wanted to do this with him, he was a rather handsome guy and he didn't do to bad in the female category. Taylor was surprised that she had been thinkin about him lately, he didn't get the vibe from her. He had a clue she might have a little crush on him, it fed is ego to know she thought of him. He laid on his back his hand moving up her legs, his sweatpants being a very bad shield of hiding how much he wanted her. He let his hands wander up her back and slip up under hier shirt. A low grunt left his lips as her lips continued to kiss on his heated skin. "Take off your shirt." he said in a low tone, his voice made it more of a commad than a ask. Losing the good boy act for a quick second. "Please." he softened his voice for her.

He was a little more assertive than she gave him credit for, but the quick follow up with a please let her know he was who she thought. -Fade to black-. Rose laid down next to him on the bed, out of breath. "Wow, that was not what I was expecting at all" she said, catching her breathing down to a normal rate as she came down from everything. Rose wondered if she should have made him wait, but she had heard a podcast recently that waiting really meant nothing. If someone wanted to date you, they wanted to date you. If they didn't ... well it wasn't worth it to think about that when he was a sweet boy. He wouldn't have slept with her if he didn't want more with her. She wouldn't let her guard down like that for just anybody.

Taylor sat up in his bed when they were finished. She was a lot more flexible than he had predicted. "Oh yeah and what did you think was going to happen?" he hopped up and went to get her warm rag and wipe herself off. If he ever thought she was prude he was very wrong, in fact next time he needed someone to fill his bed she would be the one in five people he would text, but first he needed her out of his room. She had served her purpose and given him a little extra. Usually he would just tell her to leave but he needed a few times to be able to get away with that." Listen beautiful, I have to go to work." Lie. "I wish I could sped the whole night with you." another lie. " But I got to go, it pays for my lifestyles." he bent over to her and kissed her on her lips.

Rosemary blushed a little, "oh I don't know, usually a little more awkward with a new partner" she said being honest. He had been great, almost a little too great. But he was probably just trying hard because she was Rose, she was special. She got cleaned up and was a little sad to hear that he had to go. He hadn't said anything about work when she got here, but perhaps a lot of time had passed. "We should do this again sometime, maybe a redo on that date" said the girl as she got herself dressed and grabbed her bag. Her funk was finally over, and he was the cute. Oh Taylor. Beautiful Taylor. //END

#rosextaylor #threads || taylor and rose #taylor and rose || 001 #rose: thread

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journeyanddream · 7 years ago

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The Finale

The anticipated feeling of liberation did not come after the cessation of section one. I sat motionlessly staring into blank complexion, trying to make sense of the havoc that was section one. I slowly melted into the seat and the table, deprived of energy and soul while waiting for the next section to begin. It was difficult to shift my mind, the lingering thought of failure and incompetence was heavy; I didn’t do bad but nor did I do well.

I remember I was stuffed with the urge to empty my bladder and after signalling the invigilator, I was kindly declined twice. ‘When the announcement finishes, you can go’...it wasn’t true. After the announcement, there was no time to go and section had already started. Despite having emptied my bladder only two hours prior, it was now filled again...perhaps due to a combination of stress and caffeine. What could have lasted me six to seven hours usually only lasted two hours at that moment. There was no time to think. I pressed on and let my biological functions take a backseat.

As I flipped open the booklet and examined the quotes, I brainstormed like I always did: with purpose and with passion. Until that point, I’ve written roughly sixty essays across roughly 3 months, not impressive but not an easy task to take on. Borrowing from past experiences, I engineered the paragraphs and ideas within the ten minutes: change and ambition. Ideas poured out my heads and gave life to my hands, jotting down phrases furiously, without a pause. Twenty minutes into the task, I was already finishing up conclusion; a task that I would look back with satisfaction. Task B was less well developed compared to its counter part, but nonetheless a good piece; although better ideas and sentence structures could be incorporated to make it more authentic, interesting and stand out more. One hour lapsed so quickly, it resembled more like 20 minutes. With the end of section two, marked half point of Gamsat. I knew I could have done alot better, but given what I had I was happy with the outcome: both section one and two.

‘Section three is where we shine’. I said to my teammates during lunch, this is by far the most extensively prepared section by me, I’ve reached out to the best mentor and had the most well developed resources at my command - all summed up in four months of work. I was read, I felt good. If anything one of these sections would get me in, it would be this. ‘Even if we don’t believe in ourselves, we gotta trust David; for his effort had made profound changes in each one of us.’ I added. The anxiety that surrounded me in previous sections flew away and was no where to be found; the power of confidence; the power of belief. Always trust the process and believe the progress; we’ve done the miles and gave our all, it is time to deliver. Much like Connor Mcgregor has said ‘I am confident in my preparation, and cocky in prediction..but I will be humble in victory or defeat.’ I guess MMA and Medicine are not that different after all.

I sat myself comfortably in that familiar table and chair, waiting for the finale of Gamsat to unfold. After a round of routine procedures, the reading time was going to begin: we had started 2:00pm sharp (a rare scene) and was projected to finish 5:00pm on the dot. We were instructed to open the booklet and begin reading time. I flipped through the pages as usual, cherry picking the ‘easy marks’ and establishing a mental map of the where about of question. However, I knew something was different, something was wrong within the first ten pages I had viewed. The questions were out of style, different and unfamiliar to those I had practiced. There were few physical chemistry questions if at all and I could count all the organic chemistry questions with one hand - this is bad. The questions deviated from scientific knowledge dramatically, all the information was contained in the passage, the questions bordered on scientific concepts and in reality they asked you other things. I was uneasy about this change, what I thought would be an easy section soon turned to something really ugly. I wasn’t struggling. But I was doing it with 100% confidence. None of the questions required the use of ‘double swap rule’, ‘numbering arbitrarily’ or ‘tricks of acid and bases’. In fact, they were mostly reading comprehension encased in the context of science, but the question itself it hardly science. Knowing more science might have proven to be a disadvantage for that particular test. I pushed through and tried to do everything I could without jeopardizing other questions.

The three pass technique was key to my preparation: doing all chemistry questions first, then biology and at last physics. I was able to finish get through all the chemistry and 85% of biology intermingled with some physics. When it was ‘times up’, I had attempted 90~95 questions, and guessed the remaining 10~15. The fastest I have attempted to date. When I was up to the 70/110 questions mark, my forehead was studded with sweat, my vision begun to deteriorate and a tension in the brow-line is slowly intensifying over the past 2 hours. My head begun to spin, plus the background dizziness and headache, I felt exhausted (The usual feeling of wanting to throw up，as if in the middle of motion sickness). I felt drained and my concentration begun to wane as well. I shook my head and told myself to move on: so close to the finish line, If i give up right now It would be deleterious for all I had done prior. We have to move on, we must keep going. As I lifted my head to check the time towards the end, there was 10~15 minutes remaining; the ‘suit guy’ sitting next to me leaned back with his arms folded and test paper closed - resting. I channeled my energy into the paper once again, planning to spend 10 minutes to do a few more questions before calling it a day and guess the remaining questions with all Cs (I do not want to make the mistake of finishing the exam and not leaving enough time to guess the left overs).

“Times up, hold up your answer sheet!’ The announcer’s loud voice shattered the three hour silence, while marking the END of Gamsat 2018. After the announcement, myriad of sounds were heard: some exhaled deeply, others collapsed onto their table, and the rest did a combination of both. The unanimous sigh or exhale was extremely memorable. End of Gamsat also meant the end of our journey; I could finally let go of the boulder that crushed me for months. Regardless of the outcome, all the pain made that momentary liberation that much sweeter. “This is the end, I’m done’ I thought to myself. Once again I melted into the seats, mind blank and unable to think or process information - my brain had taken the beating and endured the suffering, alongside me, this is the rest it long deserved. Even as I am writing this, the end of a Gamsat journey still felt surreal. It was 5:30 pm when we were let go, candidates stormed out the hall that had housed thousands of us since 7 am this morning. Many people remained in clusters and chatted to their friends, the usual ‘post-exam talk’. I was no different. As I walked with fellow candidates, I couldn’t help but to complain about how DIFFERENT this exam was and how the entire four months of preparation did not help at all (other than fatigue training). “We could honestly spend two weeks studying and this pull off similar results”, a friend remarked. “I could have had a life, xx wasn’t in it, yy wasn’t in it..”, another mate added. At that moment, I wasn’t sure if i was satisfied, content because it is over or if I was angry about how it had turned out, faced with the prospect of yet another Gamsat - another failure.

I am usually correct about the outcome of an exam, based purely on how I ‘felt’. Like the anatomy spot test that I walked out knowing I had absolutely aced everything - which turned out to be 96%. Or the final exam of 2406, where I walked out with confidence and happiness - a unit where I would go on to achieve 93 average mark. But this...was different. It wasn’t the ‘I know i failed’ from previous Gamsat nor the ‘I know I aced it’ confidence; It was neither, It was something in between - a mediocre score. I felt cheated - four months of preparation put in vain. I felt unsatisfied and guilty - not been able to give my A-game, and the possibility of another year of preparation. Gamsat has left a void in my life, feeling lost and unmotivated to get back to normal life; what should I do?. I spent the entire week after Gamsat in a semi-depressed, unmotivated state; wrote a rant email to David and even spoke to him on the phone while I received an emotional support therapy.

I guess no one will know for sure until the weighted (scaled) mark is released. I do not have to be the best, I have to be better than the average to beat the bell curve and come out victorious. No one will ever know for sure. But regardless of the outcome, like Jack has said “We will be better versions of ourselves”, and that is most important. The truth is, I’ve learned alot, I’ve gained tremendous insight compared to last time and I’ve indeed become better versions of myself - we have to convince ourselves, it is the learning process that is most valuable, the outcome is only a secondary reflection of the work we’ve put in. If we can’t get where we want to be, it only means we’ve not done enough, failure is not a reflection of character but effort. I will NOT give up, I will NOT be defeated, I WILL stand up and fight once again, and I WILL DO IT, surely and eventually.

Until next time - Keep calm and GAMSAT on

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survivormontenegro · 5 years ago

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Episode 6: "Hmmm #conspiracy" - Ian

SIKE I LIVED AHAHAHHAA. WE CRUSHED BLUDVA. Bludva who???????

WOOOOOO WE WON!!! I WAS ACTUALLY GOOD AT SOMETHING. That being said if Tom, Evan, Jules or JJ goes home I will start a fire in your bathroom. Not really because I’m too scared to use matches but I will be very UPSET.

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That was probably one of the most unsettling rounds I have ever played. So like before I slept last night, JJ and I went on call and he spilled his guts to me. Literally offered me a lot of things saying he will be loyal to us four and all. I didn’t want to have that conversation but I had to in order to see if I can get anything from JJ.

Unfortunately even tho he was telling me how Evan, Jules and Tom betrayed him I got nothing new from him. Like he was not telling information that would earn my favor like info on his other tribe mates. So I told him I will consider his offer and I slept woo

Flash forward to the morning I wake up and us 4 Budva baes we’re debating the merits of keeping Evan or JJ. Jason and Julia were entertaining the idea of keeping JJ and voting out Evan because he has some connections to the other og Durmitor and Ali and I were pushing to keep the target on JJ. Me and Ali discussed this earlier and we know that JJ was gonna try do whatever it takes to stay. We both agreed that by keeping JJ that would screw over Tom and Jules who were the ones willing to flip for us. And so Ali finally brought that up and I think that convinced Jason and Julia to stick with the JJ vote. Jason also learned from Jules that JJ is very well connected with the other og Durmitor so that pretty much sold it.

Like minutes before tribal JJ made a chat with him and us 4 Budva minus the hosts oof! He pleaded his case and I AM NOT COMFROTABLE WE THOSE KIND OF THINGS!! So I ignored those messages and just endured and then JJ was voted out and he got into a small argument with Julia and Jules.

Right now, the plan if we go to tribal again is to get rid of Evan because he’s a SNAKE!!

i can't remember when i last confessed but stuff has happened so... whew.

okay so! first things first, JJ is gone. which it was his time and byebye. I think Evan is likely next, he just alienated EVERYONE, including JJ who he leaked stuff too, who voted for him so rest in peace.

also emathia, can't keep secrets Ali truly jumped out on call with Jules yesterday. I truly told her everything. ALSO CRAP I JUST MISSED MY STEP FOR THE CHALLENGE GRR. but yup, she knows about the idol, that I trust Benj and that I hosted Mo for his first season (all the stuff I hadn't originally told her). I am committed to going as far as possible with her, we are WINNING!

in other news, i now know tom is sus about working with me. WHICH AHH NERVY. i really want him to trust me, and will do my best to show that trust is worth it.

in other... other news... I have thoughts about the other four I haven't played with yet. I assume Benj is who flipped and I'm proud of him for doing what he needs to do. Of the four I haven't met, we have:

Caeleb, aka Tom's cousin. IM CONVINCED. IM 100% CONVINCED THEY ARE RELATED. Tom can deny it ALL HE WANTS, but I am onto the ancestry.com (lowkey they aren't related but its super funny to me ankslfda)

Jones, aka... a queen? Jones seems SO NICE, LIKE SO SO NICE. I really wanna meet her and play with her, I hope she wins! She has come 4th and 6th... like she is a threat and someone to defo keep an eye on.

Mo! I love him!! I don't think he likes me, but if he does I'd love love LOVE to work with him! bang voyage woo we love him

Alex C... makes me the most nervous. Jules says he runs stuff and Julia has bad history with him! I feel like he is gonna be someone who by game dynamics I'm unable to work with, even though I'd like to! we will see on that one... hold that thought!

anyway, the dream is a F4 of me, Jules, Benj & Tom, Julia can go 5th for working with Jason/Ian too much, and then maybe like Mo/Jones in 6-7 because they seem iconic and would just love 'em to go far! idk this is mess aklsdfaf

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Hmm what are the odds that this challenge is an individual immunity challenge disguised as a tribe immunity challenge. Hmmm #conspiracy

Anyways, the plan is if we lose immunity we get rid of the snake in the grass which Evan. He can continue wearing his frog onesie but that doesn’t change the fact that you are a snake!! I just learned that Evan is telling Jules that me and Jason need to be broken up.

I love how these people like assumed me/Jason and Ali/Julia are pairs. Like ok that’s what y’all think then we will work with it. My only real worry is that if we do get rid of Evan there is no more cushion for us in this tribe. Like Tom and Jules are numbers for us rn (and I AM LOVING THEM RN) and if we don’t swap/merge after this round and there is still another immunity and we lose it then whew that’s gonna be a big dilemma. So yeah that’s the only thing holding me back from throwing this challenge hehehe

im on call with tom, i want him to win and i am planting the seeds and WILL see them harvest.

this game's F3 better be Jules, Tom & Benj. I WILL ACCEPT NO OTHER OUTCOME.

So with this challenge, I honestly didn't put alot of effort into it but neither did anyone in my alliance really. We kinda wanted to lose because we can get rid of another durmitor person and keep the other budvas safe from the uglies on the other tribe. With merge coming, I know who my targets are. MO AND ALEX. Bye you have both seen me play and frankly i dont have any respect for either of you. I'm gonna make it my dying wish to see you both fail. Also last night Jules and I lied to evan and said we were cousins to see if he would start drama. He didn't and he believed it too and he trusts us now wtf lol. He shouldnt because I want him gone 100%.

If we lose this challenge then hopefully Evan goes. Then after that please let us merge already or we swap and I’m still in a majority position. I cannot lose anyone in this tribe after Evan goes because they’re all potential numbers for me when we merge.

On another note, Jason, tom and I solidified our alliance. Don’t know where we and Jason really gonna go with because we also have OG budva baes but rn I guess this alliance is here to stay I guess? Can’t wait to become the goat for these two!!

why am i paranoid

okay so i am fully missing some brain cells. i was trying to add tom on sc before we recorded this so had to fix the video on him to get the QR code, and then... never turned that off... so enjoy a video of tom with me in the background like a ghostie or a spirit.

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Watching Tom make literal pizza is ASMR.

Okay so I'm watching BB21 and the amount of ad breaks on US shows is INSANE, so I have time to type.

I'm going to... crack next vote if we go to tribal this round. I feel really really good about Tom in this game moving forward, and... refuse to have him go home prejury (which could happen if we go to two tribals in a row).

So I have two plans, both of which are cracked and both of which will solidify my mess self.

1. A 3-2-1 vote. Convince Julia/Jason/Ian to split the votes between Tom and Jules, and then me/Tom/Jules vote for idk... Ian? This would burn bridges like crazy but hopefully merge could help me figure that whole mess out.

2. Give... Tom my idol. Now this would be CRACKED as all crackers. But if we play it off right it'll be fine. Only other complication is that Benj knows about my idol, which he could spread ahh!

but ignoring the crackheadery, the best case scenario is we win immunity and then next round we get Evan out... then we will be fine hdjdjdkd

I change my mind we’re def not merging at F13 Bc Drew Seamus and Asya (to an extent Bc she’s innocent) are definitely gonna wanna milk the dua lipa cave twist until it’s BONE DRY!!!! But ya hopefully we lose and Michael goes home xoxo

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(because my friend is better than yours to do such shit)

Hello June and hello an older me, so it is the mid of June and things have been amazing thanks to the people around despite all the work and school.

Let me start of with Ultra which was poor with the set up they have and all the last minute poor organisation and setlist but it is fine. A great time was made with Emily and her girls, I really had a blast with Axwell on the first day then Porter Robinson and Skrillex on the second day. The jam is amazing though I have to admit 2 years ago was the best, the setlist is amazeballs and of cause the venue is outside with rain. Oh, and a fight actually happen on the second day of Ultra, like if only they can take it outside but it is amazing still the 2 days(or i should say night since we only go in at night)

Then the long week of birthday week. Really nice dinner with my friends at Ma Maison and the card with really nice message says alot. I can only smile to it because it is so nice of them to do it even the quote on the card is Harry Potter as well as a quote that I believe will give me strength for it. “Happiness can be found even in the darkness of times,if one only remembers to turn on the light.” Following with a dinner with Vanessa and Qiwen which was a surprise because this particular I receive a text from Vanessa on when will I be available for dinner for the very day. I am more than just happy, it is really sweet of her and Qiwen to do it for me and to remember. Thank you guys alot really. Then guess what, Baby Harvey came out on the very day, which got me to travel to the Hospital to look at him. He is such a cutie by all honesty though I think my nephew Jayden still wins the cute baby award (being a bias aunt). Congratulations to Al and Mel, and rest well Mel. Dinner with my colleagues for someone’s end of internship, WOOHOO. All the best to you Elaine, and enjoy the remaining time before all the real society comes on you. Got myself a last minute call from Cyrus for dinner before heading to meet my parents and their friends which was funny because every time a birthday song comes up they will start singing for me.

On the very day, when for a pool training which totally poop me out with damn scorching weather and dinner with the family at the cafe which douche works at. Nice cafe and food but due to Fathers’ day it was super crowded. And because it is Fathers’ day, there were alot of family in the cafe that you won’t believe the band actually sang Baby Shark from a request. After dinner, went to catch MIB with Jo’s jio as I spend the last few moments with Chris Hemsworth. Seriously, how is Chris Hemsworth so urgh, like his eyes. ESPECIALLY his eyes, totally get me staring at it like damn gorgeous his eyes are. And Jo presents me my japan loots as well as gift from her personally. Thank you so much, I really really appreciate the effort and time for you to visit the places to get for me even to the cafe despite your own trip. The next day, I went to meet her and the rest for ramen and chilling. It was nice meeting everyone especially Roni who I haven’t seen for ages. Then the cake you see above, was Hatake’s idea. I swear I actually flip my eyes up before laughing and because Kiri’s is just days away from mine, hers wrote “you also old” which was so damn funny. Sometimes having friends like that makes life funnier and better. Oh, and the present from my Frenmily + Kiri + Crisis, thank you guys so damn much for the present, I am going to savour it if that is even the right word to use. The wrapper is the best of all best because Jo actually went to do a powerpoint with all 13 members of SVT + Hidechan + Yuuki which got me laughing hard. I swear no wrapper is going to beat that. Thank you guys so much,oh and a very nice white rose from Himi which I cannot explain how I feel about it since it is the first time I’m getting flowers on special day. Got myself a call from Australia, really thank you brother. as well as a midnight call all the way from the other part of the globe, thank you my friend. You have always been the best of all the best who never fails to make the effort. Not forgetting kiri who wishes me every year on 2359. EVERY YEAR since I know her, 23:59.

These gestures have been so much for me that I really think blessed is an understatement. I really feel that it is more than I should deserve, but still thank you. (Need not read further if you do not want to deal with my rant, lengthy and nuisance)

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Despite all the happy moments up there, I am still sour, unhappy, unforgiving, not letting things go etc.

1) I do not know what else have I not done as someone being called a Best Friend. If you have no intention on putting me first do not call me that. You have not given me the best experience to have a best friend that I do not like names for people around me. I just go by friends or acquaintance, which makes life easier and some girlfriends. For so many things since then till now, I kept silence as much as I can and accept every flaw you have but i am sick and tired of it because you take every silent as my way of agreement when it is not and things got over the top. I get that your god damn boyfriend is so damn important but things like keeping your words and promises really don’t apply right. “Do not want me to feel bad that you pick him over me” This words, I do not even know why are you saying them because for the years it has always been like this. And irony is not just me feeling that way because your own friends feel it too but they just decide to keep it shut. I didn’t feel a thing when you tell me “oh shit” because I already EXPECTED and GUESSED it will happen and you won’t be joining me to it. Do you know how sad that feels? For me to even expect this to happen, that people around me are angry for me but I am not because I had in mind it was bound to happen. Then aka suppose to be your Best Friend, you actually only ask her availability so late like she doesn’t have any friends is it? Even so, your stupid bestfriend aka ME still give chance when people ASK FROM THE START OF THE MONTH and push away appointments to in hope for something. Nothing, no messages until the very last minute and when I tell you how pack I am/was, your reply of “guilt tripping” is such a turn off that pisses me off. “Oh wells” “Thought can have dinner before your birthday” So is it my damn fault? You have never think of me first right? Your eyes and mind only have your damn boyfriend and his Friends right? When you have trouble with your boyfriend related issue that you cannot even tell him and them who will you tell and be there. YOU FUCKING TELL ME. I am honestly very piss now as I type this, but this is the last time I will type them because for the sake of my wellbeing I am going to let it down and calm down and get to the last stage of DONE where I start being silent on EVERY LITTLE THING. Like I keep saying “put me on the no.1 speed dial” when you are about to go into labour (when pregnant) what was your reply. Pointing to the boyfriend’s friend who you have been sticking with and say “he will drive me”. Thank man, you made things even clearer isn’t it. Do not blame me when I do the worst things to you because what you are going through now from ME, is not the worst. I can be the worst person you ever deal with, I can be even more out right bitch about it. Stop your blood excuses and reflect, I know my own damn busy self which you will use it to defend yourself but think the heck about it, have you even think of me first before everyone else. Even your friends don’t even think you put them first, stop asking us just because you have nobody. Pathetic. And your message for my birthday, I do not know what to say because it turns me off. Effort? I don’t know, I think every expectations from you to surprise me didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

2) Sister, youngest. I spoil you, I get it. But have I not keep my mouth silent enough, I am also tired about not being a priority the way you claim it. I am tired but everytime I get it off my mind and slowly I get use to it. The way you text me telling me you are bored everytime puts me off. Am I a spare because nobody is texting or reply you? I don’t know but I always put it off and try my best to keep the sarcasm off which sometimes I just cannot. Like this time too, when I see the message I really didn’t felt anything. All I felt was being turn off because I cannot feel a thing. I didn’t want to reply but I still did, not replying is rude to do so. Maybe is just my fault because from then till now I give to you whatever I can ad maybe is just me being all sour and irritated that you tend to throw me aside when you meet someone new especially guy? Maybe is just me being sour. But honestly, I do not want to be done with you and it sucks because I am tired with all these dramas that are so dumb.

3) I think because I am single, I have friend problems instead. Maybe I should get a guy and I will not have time for any of my friends like they didn’t for me. Honestly. Not sarcasm because it is how I feel. When my colleagues get my a card with heartfelt messages, and i think of the text messages, it really piss me off. When unexpected birthday messages from unexpected friends, and they look and feel the same as how your important friends’ messages are really.... I really do not want to reply any of the messages the two of you send because disappointment and turn off was so great.

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