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yslkook · 4 years ago

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IF I GOT YOU (7)

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summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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kulfidraws · 4 years ago

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TWO WHOLE WEEKS OF NONSTOP HARASSMENT????? I am about to throw a fucking boulder

The timeline of events if anybody is curious:

June 21st: I release my fangame.

June 22nd: Proud Hufflepuff posts a misinformative message about Twisted Wonderland: Your Story, claiming it had viruses and goes against copyright, is a phony version of twisted wonderland and should not be downloaded. This message was posted in her discord server as an announcement, on her youtube community and on her Instagram. After unknown circumstances (presumably backlash or critique), she deleted her Instagram and youtube post. Her discord message still remained.

June 23rd: I was contacted and told that Proud Hufflepuff was upset with my fangame. I messaged Proud Hufflepuff on Instagram to delete her discord message (as she has many members in that server) or at the very least, talk it out with me so we could reach a conclusion. I received no reply despite Proud Hufflepuff being active at the time. I realise it is her 21st birthday and hesitate to contact her. She posts several screenshots of her playing Obey Me and then I decide that while she is online, we can just have a civil chat with a peaceful resolve. I comment on her youtube community post asking if she can check her Instagram dm. She said she has her dms closed because she is "getting too many messages about a fake version of twisted wonderland" (a problem that is entirely her fault as she chooses to run her mouth instead of contacting me about it first to clear up any confusion). We have a civil back and forth where I ask her if she does have any other socials I can contact her on and I am then ghosted once she realises I am the creator of the fangame. Not realising I was being purposely avoided, I figured she was offline and decided to ask her on a later date, until she continues making community posts. I ask her if she missed my message. She deletes my comment. I then figured out it is purposeful and leave a message on her previous post that avoiding me is not going to help solve the problem. I am once again ignored. I leave it be. Ami Yoshiko defends my game on her Instagram story. Proud Hufflepuff expresses her distaste for Ami Yoshiko's actions on her server.

June 24th: I receive messages questioning the legality of my game.

June 25th: I make a post on my itch.io addressing some of the concerns and reference that "somebody" claimed that my game gives viruses and the like. I do not name Proud Hufflepuff in my post at all.

June 26th: Ami Yoshiko posts a review of my game on her youtube channel with a positive response. I thank her for reviewing my game on tumblr. Within the hour, I receive three suspicious hate anons. One in English and two in Japanese. I translate and find that the two Japanese anon messages are fake and written by a fluent English speaker. I check the IP of the three anons to find they all came from an identical IP. I do not respond to the anon messages but I take note of the suspicious style of writing. I do not tell anybody about the anon messages.

June 27th: I receive messages from the-heartslabyul-hatter. They express the same ideas Proud Hufflepuff held; the game being against copyright, (non-existent) Japanese fans being upset, claiming I have a "strong" likeliness to Twisted Wonderland despite my layout not being similar at all and how I should delete my game. Out of pettiness from Proud Hufflepuff's actions and not being able to come up with a response to a message that basically is reduced to "delete your game. source: dude trust me", I do not respond.

June 28th to June 29th: Heartslabyul hatter spams the official Twisted Wonderland twitter account with tweets complaining about a "shamgame" despite knowing very well that it is a fangame. All done in Google translated Japanese. Topped off with facepalm emojis and a plea to rally against me. Totally had my best interests in mind.

July 4th: Heartslabyul Hatter makes a call-out post about me, packed with lying and misinformation. I then decide to go public with all the proof and evidence I have of her being the abuser in the situation and target harassing me.

#answered ask #kulfi speaks #twst #twisted wonderland

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 4 years ago

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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queen-swagzilla · 4 years ago

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PATREON PREVIEW: Searching For You In the Background

WARNINGS: Heavy angst, hurt no comfort, major character death

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"Hey Hagakure," Izuku said, sliding up to his invisible classmate. She jumped, because how the hell did he notice her? "Why aren't you partying?"

It was almost the end of their second year, and it was Katsuki Bakugou's sixteenth birthday. The celebration (that Katsuki 100% did not ask for) was in full swing around them. "I'm on photo duty," she explained, holding her camera up. "Kiri thought that if he couldn't see the photographer, he'd be less likely to blow up the camera."

Izuku barked out a laugh but stifled it quickly—eyes flicking to Katsuki to make sure he hadn't heard. "Let me do it," he suggested. "You go enjoy yourself."

"But then you won't enjoy yourself, Green Bean," she replied hesitantly.

"Of course I will," he assured her. "I'm not really into crowds, I just like being nearby," he explained. Besides, it wasn't about him—it was about Katsuki. Katsuki probably wouldn't want to even look at his birthday photos if Izuku was in them, so the best way he knew how to appease his classmates with his presence and let Katsuki enjoy his birthday was to enjoy it from the sidelines and make sure that he didn't taint the memory.

Hagakure faltered. "Are you sure?" she asked, and the excitement in her voice steeled his resolve.

"Absolutely," he assured her, holding his hand out for the camera.

"Thanks, Mido!" she said, handing it over and giving him a quick hug. "Let me know if you wanna trade-off later, okay?"

"Sure," he agreed, smiling sweetly. As soon as she bounded away, turned on the screen on the back of the camera to flip through the photos she'd already taken. Thankfully, there were only two and he wasted no time deleting them. It's not like they'd ever make it into a photo album.

The party had turned out really well. Izuku was glad he'd been there to subtly give suggestions because it had been headed toward catastrophe until he started nudging them in the right direction.

Instead of the skull-shaped vanilla passionfruit cake that had been on the menu, Sato had made a dark chocolate cayenne cake shaped and decorated like a grenade. Instead of red and black streamers, Izuku had pointed out how Katsuki chose military green or sunset orange whenever he wasn't wearing black.

When it came to activities, he steered them away from movies and dancing and toward party games that would appeal to Katsuki's competitive nature, from Twister to the new Hero Melee Battle Royale game.

Izuku caught all of it on camera—from the soft, pensive look on Katsuki's face before he blew out his candles to the manic grin on his face as he pummelled Sero and Kaminari in HMBR.

The only time Katsuki looked directly at him was during the group photo, and Izuku hid his face behind the camera immediately. He'd only been in his line of sight for ten seconds, and he was already scowling. The faster he got this over with, the faster Katsuki could go back to enjoying his birthday as though he weren't there. "Smile on three! One, two—"

"Wait, on three or after three?" Ashido interrupted.

"He said on three," Sero rolled his eyes.

"Whichever one works," Izuku assured them, eyes flicking to Katsuki who was already getting agitated.

"Can't even figure out a fucking photo," Katuski snapped, making Izuku flinch back. Dammit. "When you hear the nerd say three just keep fucking smiling until he says stop, it's not that fucking hard!"

"Ah, sorry, Kacchan," Izuku winced. "He's right—when I say three, smile! I'll take a few shots so that you can choose the best one." He lined up the camera again. "One, two, three!"

The class smiled, and Izuku took a few shots. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he zoomed in on Katsuki's relaxed, half-smile—the one that told him that he'd genuinely enjoyed himself—and took a final picture.

He might have to ask Hagakure to sneak him a copy.

By the time the party wound down, people had collapsed into post-sugar-high comas on the couch—most notably the Bakusquad, all of whom had fallen asleep across their leader as the latest All Might biopic played. Ashido and Kirishima both had their heads in his lap, and Sero and Kaminari were on the floor, leaning against his legs. Katsuki was awake, eyes on the screen. As subtly as he could, Izuku snuck to a better vantage point and took a final photo—of Katsuki relaxed with people he liked, enjoying the last few minutes of his birthday in peace. If Katsuki saw him, that tiny precious smile would vanish.

He returned the camera to Hagakure. "Thanks for taking over, Mido," she said, hugging him again. "I hope you had a good time, too!"

"I did!" he assured her, and he wasn't even lying. It was good to see Katsuki unwind for real. He hadn't been this relaxed in years—unable to really enjoy himself under the weight of the pressure he put on himself. "I'm actually gonna go back and steal some of that cake for later. It was awesome."

"It was!" she exclaimed. "I was worried that Sato might go overboard with the spice, but it was really nice! It was so nice of you to—"

Izuku shushed her hurriedly. If Katsuki was alert, they were technically still in hearing distance of the couches. He tilted his head in the direction of the hallway, indicating that she should follow. "I don't want him to know I had anything to do with this," he explained quietly. "It'll ruin it for him."

"Oh come on," she chided. "You guys are way better than you were at the beginning of the year, and he had a really good time! I bet he'd be grateful," she insisted.

"I'd rather not take the chance, you know? He never gives himself a break, so I want him to just enjoy this without anything ruining it," he replied. Based on her arm movements, he assumed she was folding them sternly. "Really, it's not a big deal, I just gave some pointers and you guys did the rest, right?"

"Not really," she drawled. "He would have dipped right after the cake if it weren't for you."

"He would have dipped before the cake if he'd known that I planned it," he shrugged. "It's really not a big deal. As long as he had some fun for once, you know?"

Hagakure was silent for a long, tense moment. "Fine, I guess," she muttered. Izuku sighed in relief and turned to leave. "Hey, Mido?" he looked back. "He's really lucky you know. To have someone who loves him as much as you do, I mean. Who's willing to step aside to see them happy and make sure he gets everything he wants. People go their whole lives without that."

"I don't—"

"I don't mean it like that. Well, I do, but maybe you don't. Either way, he's lucky to have you. And someday he'll realize that. Hang in there, okay?"

He stared at the space above her shirt, heart beating a little too fast. He was too obvious. Not good. "Please don't worry about me, I'm really okay," he assured her. "I just like making other people happy."

"Just make sure it's not at the cost of your own happiness. It's okay to want things for yourself."

No, it wasn't. Not when it placed a burden on others. Not when it would ruin any progress he'd made with Katsuki. He couldn't risk wanting anything, because everything he wanted would only end up further away. "I will," he lied. "Goodnight, Hagakure."

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tryalittlejoytomorrow · 3 years ago

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20 questions, writer’s edition:

I was tagged by my favorite child @flythesail ! ;) Thank you!! ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3?

39 stories. That’s...a lot. Especially as I used to have around 20 other fics on ffnet that I never crossposted. Maybe I need to sleep more.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

528,088 words.I KNOW. I’m talkative, okay??? It’s crazy to think about the fact that almost a half of this word count is my kevison fic tho. 👀 👀

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

SO MANY FANDOMS

The 100 / Bellarke

The Hunger Games / Everlark

Star Wars / Rebelcaptain + Han/Leia

Marvel / Clintasha

Still Star-Crossed / Rosvolio

Arrow / Olicity

Marvel’s Runaways / Gertchase

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries / Phryne x Jack

Shades of magic / Kell x Lila

Six of Crows / Kanej

This is us / Kevison

NCIS:LA / Densi (so many moons ago, all deleted)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Friends (I’ve watched us as we changed) / Bellarke modern-AU / The 100

it’s not easy for me to belong here (I’m learning) / Kanej / SoC

Girl, ya can’t conceal it / Bellarke

no remedy for love (but to love more) / Rosvolio / Still Star-Crossed

Things just don’t grow (if you don’t bless them with your patience) / Bellarke

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Feedback from readers is so important, so I do my best to reply to all meaningful, encouraging feedback. It shows both my appreciation, but also starts nice, interesting conversations sometimes. :)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I think that would definitely be a Bellarke fic, I have been known to be mean in that fandom... 😛 I’d say, if we go with angstiest ending, I’ll have to pick I came here to get some peace. I have another story that’s far angstier as a whole, but the ending was more hopeful.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Mmh, I think I’ll go with Rosvolio on that one, and the series starting with no remedy for love and ending with for love is such a daily good thing. The sequel, epilogue of sorts, was almost as long as the original fic itself, and it was all about giving these two the agency they deserve in their finding each other and growing into love.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I did once, but never completed the fic. It was a Dark Matter/The 100 crossover. Though was it really one? I don’t think so. I used the main characters from the 100 in the context of Dark Matter? Anyway. As evidenced by the fact that I never did finish the thing past the first chapter - no, I don’t write crossovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Are there really writers who don’t? Bless your hearts. I’ve been active in writing for various fandoms since 2011 and I’ve had the usual cocktail of anon hate, death threats, insults, etc.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yep. Sex is a conversation, and writing dialogue is one of my favorite things, and they’re basically the same. Sex is a form of communication like any other - be it awkward, passionate, peaceful and quiet, a routine, a habit, a bad habit you can’t kick, sorta meh, or bad. So I guess I write all kinds of smut? Smut with feels is obviously a favorite, but it’s nice to write smut that is just about two people who can’t be apart from each other, passionate and hungry for one another.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup - and not subtly at all. But at the time ffnet did nothing about it, and neither did the fandom. Even though people knew that this person had stolen my story and only changed the characters’ names to fit another ship, people still read it and commented it. Insert #lesigh.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I was asked, once, but I said no. This just feels weird to me.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. My head and my writing process are messy enough as they are, they don’t need the intrusion.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

It’s like asking someone to pick a favorite child. Which everyone could do, really, we all know it. Still, it’s not proper to ask. But I’ll go with my childhood and ultimate otp, Piper and Leo from Charmed. They taught me what love was.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Mmmh, I don’t think I have one atm? I gave up on some wips back when I was writing for The 100, but I know I’ll never pick them up. My only current wip is for Kevison, and I do intend to see this through.

What are your writing strengths?

Clearly my style? I’ve been told it’s kinda poetic, and I do like my prose and my flow - a stream of consciousness, a line that’ll go straight to your heart, long sentences of uninterrupted thoughts, a window into the character’s soul. I also have a very good grasp on the characters I choose to write about - I only write when I feel like I know them like the back of my hand, so characterization and being true to who they are is my number one priority.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I have no discipline. I’ll write for days on end, get one, two, three chapters ready...and sometimes a month passes by and I have nothing, my brain is completely empty, and I feel all squeezed out. I could never wait until I’ve completed a work before posting it, for instance - and I mean, I’ve been working on my Kevison fic for 17 months now, so, in a way, lucky thing I didn’t wait, right?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it fits the character and the context, why not.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter! It was a lifetime ago, I was 12 and I wrote what I expected the fifth book to be before it came out. Needless to say, it was bad.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Once again, asking someone to pick a favorite child isn’t proper. I have a sort of very unique love for something always brings me back to you, one of my rebelcaptain fics. First of all, it’s the only work who’s ever gotten a fan edit made about (thanks again to the lovely person who did!). I also think the writing is solid, the dialogue and the chemistry between Jyn and Cassian on point. And I loved working on that AU of their first meeting(s) through the galaxy.

Tagging: @queenofchildren , @lullabiesandgoodbyes , @alienor-woods and whoever else wants to do it!

#writers tag #Angèle babbles #thanks bb!

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stars-are-4ligned · 4 years ago

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It's the first time I posted something I actually translated...It's my friend's work, and he asked me to post it to Tumblr👉👈 I'm not sure if there are any romantic contents... English is not my mother language, if you guys have any idea about the fic please comment below, thanks~

The War of the Forsaken—Chapter 1

London, 1985.

Agent Helen Park took a sip of her warm coffee and then stretched out after finishing today's business.

In 1981, Perseus's plan to detonate all the nuclear bombs in Western Europe was completely smashed by Russell Adler's team, and Perseus seemed to dropped off the face of the earth.

No one have sign of the activities of Perseus now, not the CIA, MI6 or even the KGB. The authorities believed that Perseus has been killed in the melee of Solovetsky. But since the body was not found, the task of tracking Perseus must continue.

However, four years of aimless search has obviously made the authorities of the United States and Britain impatient. The power of the Soviet Union is fading， and the War in Afghanistan has made the Union worse. The KGB's overseas intelligence network has also been damaged bit by bit. The authorities begin to think that Perseus is no longer an important target.

Park's tracking team was forced to disband, and the original team members were assigned to needed positions.

Although she is seriously understaffed, she somehow managed to get some scattered clues through her own relationship.

And she's been sorting out these clues for weeks.

Most of them are useless and repetitive information, and there is very little valuable information. What she can learn now is that CIA agents stationed in Afghanistan are being systematically arrested and tortured recently.

Most of the agents were hit in the head by blunt instruments after being tortured, and they were in a coma. When they woke up, they lost part of the memory of the interrogation to some extent. There was only water on the ground and a few rags left at the scene of the interrogation.

This is unlike what Perseus would do, most of the agents have little to do with the War in Afghanistan. Some of the agents only have the task of monitoring a senior official in Afghanistan. If Perseus wants to help the Soviet Union win the military action in Afghanistan, it will not do any good for him to torture these agents. On the contrary, it will make it easier to reveal his whereabouts.

When the information was sent to Park's e-mail, it was marked "delete after reading".

Of course, Park will do it, but she will extract all the information first, and then delete the email.

She hasn't had time to read today's email. She wants to copy down the content before she gets off work and analyze it slowly after she gets home.

Park opens her email and clicks in the latest one.

However, the moment she saw the content of the email, her heart acetated and she got goose bumps.

"There was an agent who remembered what happened. He claimed that the interrogator was a 30-year-old woman, blonde hair, calling herself"Bell ", has a London accent and can speak fluent Russian."

Bell, the memory that she dares not touch like an exposed nerve, has been conceal for four years.

In Solovetsky, she saw the girl in a pool of blood, and Adler, who asked Park to help carry the body.

1981, West Berlin hideout.

"Where's Woods?And Mason? And Adler? " Bell just got out of a battle, she took a bath, pushed open the door of the bathroom, but found that three of them disappeared.

"They went to meet Hudson. I'm glad you're back safe and sound." Park said as she wrote at her desk.

"Maybe that's the British luck." Bell recalled the situation when she was hunting down by the Soviet infantry chariots.

"It's not just luck that made you stay in the MI6, is it?" Park put down her pen, turned to the Bell and said, "The team say that you are the a cryptography master in the whole Ministry."

"I taught myself when I was in the university, when my brother was just killed in a terrorist attack……May him rest in peace. " Bell picked up the 63 rifle leaning against the wall, unloaded the mag, and then pulled the bolt to withdraw the gun. She skillfully unloaded the gun for routine maintenance.

There was a subtle change in Park's expression, but her professionalism immediately calmed her down.

"I heard you graduated from Oxford, too?" Asked Bell.

"Yes."

"Do you know Professor McFarlane? I might not have choose this job without him."

"I think you should have a rest. Chatting too long is not good for the next mission." Park diverted the topic.

"I must clean the dirt inside the gun before I go to bed... I do know I really need a rest. My thoughts are a little messy these days." Bell replied.

London, 1985.

"You know it's against the rules of MI6. Even allies can't contact each other's intelligence personnel without permission."

The speaker is a tall, thin man with a bushy beard. He lean against the railings of the Thames River to enjoy the scenery of late autumn. On the other side of the river is the retired cruiser Belfast.

"I heard that you are going to sent a team to an observation mission in Afghanistan. Maybe there would be a place for me?" Park asks.

"The CIA didn't invite MI6 to the mission. I'm not sure I can convince Hudson to let you in." The tall man replys, "your boss won't agree either."

"I'll take care of the bureaucracy of MI6. Just squeeze me in. Don't worry, my action is also for the benefit of the free world. "

"I've always believed in you, Park, but I also want to remind you not to mess around." The man left with his hands in his pockets.

Park can understand his worry, since he has taken this job, he will have many kinds of worst assumptions in his subconscious.

On the battlefield of Afghanistan, the Soviet army is still deadlocked with the Afghan soldiers. The observation team organized by the CIA nominally represents the United Nations, but they provides military training and weapons for the Afghan soldiers in the dark.

Even when the Soviet Union is on the wane, NATO never dared to despise the "Red Giant".

#black ops cold war #cod #helen park #call of duty cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod fic #cold war bell #russell adler

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maddiethebull · 5 years ago

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Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

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nctwd127 · 6 years ago

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The Balcony.

Chapter Three.

Word Count: 1235

As it hit two, my phone started ringing, showing the picture of him. I starred at it, waiting for it to go away. Once it stopped, I was quick to put my phone on ‘don’t disturb’ so any further calls or text messages wouldn’t come through. I wanted to avoid him as much as I possibly could. The song that he had interrupted, started playing again so I carried on as well.

Resuming my walk down the museum of glass. Which I found to be very interesting. I admired and studied every object I had passed, wishing I could do the same. But my mind couldn’t help but wonder back to Donghyuk and the failed relationship we carried on our shoulders still.

At first it was little things that started to seem weird to me but I choose to ignore it because I thought maybe I was misreading them. Like whenever we got together for date nights or went out in general, his attention was mostly on his phone now. And then when he changed his password from the one I knew, a weird feeling started to grow.

But still I insisted on letting it be and didn’t say anything. But then things like him coming home to me, smelling a little fruitier than what I was used too or when he had sparkles on him, from some kind of girly perfume that clearly wasn’t mine because I didn’t like those kinds, made it hard to ignore, especially when he said he’d be out with Mark. Our mutual friend. But I wanted to trust him, to believe that he wouldn’t do that to me, I ignored it. I tried so hard too.

Until one day, when he told me he couldn’t come over because he was with Mark. I decided to head out to the mall, in hopes of buying some rather daring clothes thinking maybe all we needed was to connect again.

As I was window shopping, someone tapped my shoulder. Surprised, I turned and saw Mark standing there, with his goofy little grin. Seeing him made my heart ache as what I feared was happening with Donghyuk was true.

“Hey, Mark. What’s up, you’re here alone?” I asked hoping so hard he’d say no, that he was with him. “Oh no, I’m here meeting up with some friends. You, is Hyuck with you?” My eyes burned as the tears started to grow, I blinked rapidly to make them go away.

“No, he’s a little tired so he’s home resting.” I lied. We talked for a little more and then he hugged me goodbye and left. That night I cried till I couldn’t anymore, till it physically hurt.

He asked the next day to see me but I said no. I made excuses for the next few days to avoid seeing him. I finally allowed him to come over and I’m assuming it was after being with her, because I noticed he had a fresh hickey behind his ear, clearly not given by me and what seemed to be a lipstick stain of a horrible shade pink on the back of his collar, how cliché.

All I could do was laugh bitterly, for I had no more tears to cry. My world seemed to crumble after that. And things were never the same, as I had felt that my heart was ripped out of my chest by the person I had loved the most.

“This isn’t over yet until I say so. I told you that. You and I are still together, despite of what you say. And don’t forget that.” was the last thing he said to me before he stormed out of my house.

Despite only walking around the museum and the park, my body was exhausted. But this felt needed. My mind needed a rest from all the problems. By the time I got back to my room it was, 9:30, since I had stopped to get some dinner. I looked at the notifications on my phone and basically saw his name.

Missed calls (9)

Text message (15)

The text messages were basically threats that this wasn’t over and clearly I didn’t think so since my parent’s think that we are still together, which the only reason for that was because I couldn’t bring myself to tell them yet. And others were just demands to answer his phone calls, which I greatly refused to do. Without much thought, I deleted his messages.

Finally back in my room, I changed out of my clothes, into a pair of shorts and a lose t-shirt that hung off my shoulder. I dug my book out of my bag and headed to the balcony.

The night was nice, a small breeze was coursing through the air as I sat and began to read, letting the words become a movie yet again. Reading brought a great peace to me, it took me away to a different world.

So invested in my book, I hadn’t noticed someone stepped out into the balcony next to mine. At least I hadn’t until I looked up for a second because I kept getting the feeling of someone staring at me. When I looked up, my heartbeat started sounding in my ears again. There stood the stranger again, looking into the city night.

I didn’t mean to stare but his side profile was amazing, so captivating. His jawline so sharp that I’m sure it could cut. His face was serious but relaxed. His black hair lazily styled but yet still amazing and full of volume. The black t-shirt wrapped around him so fitting, especially around his semi flexed biceps that held onto the railing. And the way his sweats just did wonders to his long legs, hugging his waist just perfect. I sure hope he knows how beautiful of a man he is, because I sure as hell would tell him every day if I knew him.

I must have been staring awfully hard, that he felt me burn a hole into the side of his face, as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and turned to look at me. Fuck.

“Hi.” He greeted. The pounding in my ears stopped as my heart did too. A horrible blush took over my whole face and my hands clamed up. “H-HI.” If he hadn’t noticed my blush which he’d have to be blind to not notice, he sure noticed the nervousness in my tone as he let out a small chuckle before saying, “Nice to see you again. Well better than earlier.”

“Earlier?” I questioned, thankful that my nerves were beginning to settle. “At the café, you knocked right into me as you practically ran out.” he replied with a small chuckle leaving his lips at the end.

My eyes shot open wide. “Oh my god, I am so sorry, I so didn’t mean too.” I exclaimed, waving my hands a little. This time he laughed, sounding so angelic, enjoying the utter embarrassment I was going through right now.

“It’s cool, don’t worry about it. But you did basically run out. Everything okay?” He asked now moving to the railing that separated us. “Oh yeah, I was just running late for something.” I lied.

And suddenly I remembered that his friends mentioned Donghyuk, still not sure if they were talking about mine or not, and made me feel heavily uneasy.

Masterlist

#nct smut #nct johnny #nct #nct 127 #nct haechan #johnny smut #haechan smut #haechan

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writersrealmbts · 6 years ago

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Pack Trials: Jackson

Description: As the trials continue, you can sense a change in the air. But when you’re forced to choose, will you be happy with the choice you make?

Warnings: Can’t remember

While there is quite a bit with BTS, this is for Got7.

Introduction Here!

Posted: 06/14/2019

Tags: Hybrid AU, Hybrid!BTS, Hybrid!Reader, ReadersChoice, Hybrid!Got7, Hybrid Everybody and their Mother, ReaderxJackson

Angst/fluff: 5,934 words

A/N: It’s a little befuddled but I hope you like it! I felt like I needed to work him in more before he was chosen so I hope this is okay! Also, I know Jimin was supposed to be next but I hit a road block and have to fix that (by deleting words, a truly painful process). Anyway! Enjoy!

“This is a setup!” Someone from the Stem pack screeched from the safety of their pack.

“The Scout Pack should be eliminated from the trials!” “Why should they have the advantage over all the other groups?” You stayed behind the safety that the Jay and Scout packs were providing you, alarmed. You’d been steadily disqualifying suitors in your own way, spending meals with the suitors from the different packs to get to know them better. Really trying to keep an open mind, and judge fairly. But with the way they were acting, you knew that if you chose someone from the Scout pack a war would break out. Feuding packs was the last thing anyone wanted. “Eliminating them from this is hardly fair,” JY tried to reason, and you could tell he wished he had your father to broker the peace as he had always done. Because no one was listening to him. Which meant you had to acknowledge what that sinking feeling in your stomach was. You grabbed Jackson’s sleeve to get his attention, waiting until he bent so you could speak in his ear. He looked at you with wide eyes, confirming that you were serious. You nodded, looking away. He stepped forward, past JY, effectively gaining everyone’s attention. “Our lady, y/n, has decided she will pare down the suitors to two from each pack and decide on her mate by tomorrow evening. She asks that you respect this decision and go back to your own camps to allow her space and quiet to think over this important decision.” There were grumblings and murmurings, but they started backing away. Jackson looked at you to confirm that he conveyed the right message. “Thanks,” You said, grateful that people always respected messengers. They were the ones that had a sort of immunity when it came to traveling through other’s territory. If they broke the laws of the packs, then they’d be tried, but just crossing through the territory was always allowed and their words carried weight because they did travel so far to convey their messages. Namjoon and JY approached you, but you held up your hand to prevent them from speaking.

“Any further delay in this process will only bring more tension and squabbling. My father worked his whole life to keep the peace between the packs, he would be devastated if it fell apart because of me. I’m aware of the import of my decision…I have to choose with both my head and my heart. And I apologize, Namjoon, but if I choose Scout pack…no one can afford a war right now. I’m afraid the two I include from your pack will be a formality.” You dropped your gaze to the ground. “I understand. I hope whatever your decision is will be the one that leads to the most happiness for you. I’ll send Taehyung over with some dinner for you?” You nodded. He stepped closer and rested a hand on your shoulder. “I really do hope you find happiness.” You pressed your cheek to his hand momentarily. “And the same for you and the other boys. Arrows sharp and aim true.” “Fair skies and clear path,” He responded quietly, then walked toward his own pack. JY was still waiting. “Y/n?” You looked up. He looked worried. “Do you really feel you know anyone well enough to decide?” “I don’t have the luxury of time to get to know them more. This is just something I have to do. Thank you for assisting me and looking out for me all this time, but now more than ever, this is a decision I have to make on my own.” You dipped your head to him and walked past him and the subpack that had stuck around, into your tent where you collapsed on your bed with a squeak of frustration and anxiety. You were out of your mind. Absolutely bonkers.Cutting it down to two from each pack? You could have said four just as easily! You could have given yourself three days instead of one and a half. There was nothing left to do but make your choices. Two from each pack. “Y/n? I brought your dinner.” Taehyung’s deep voice resonated through your tent. You got up and straightened yourself a bit and opened the tent flap. “Thank you.” He entered with the tray of food. “Are you out of your mind?!” He hissed the moment the tray was on your table. You sighed. “Tae, please…you think this is easy for me? If I don’t choose, war will break out among the packs. If I choose your pack, then it will be targeted. My father worked so hard for peace between the packs, but the balance is delicate. If he was still around, then maybe I would have more of a choice.” “They don’t deserve you,” He muttered, hugging you. “At least…pick someone from Jay Pack. At least they’d take care of you. Please. And we’d still see you now and then.” You sighed softly, relishing the warmth and comfort of his embrace. “I…I was thinking of picking someone from JB’s subpack.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “They’re good men. They will take good care of you. Keep you safe.” You breathed out shakily. “I’m scared.” “It’s okay, y/n. It’ll all be okay. Do you want help? Or do you want me to leave you alone to work on it?” He brushed your hair from your face. “Alone. I need to go through the letters from some of the remaining candidates. I can get rid of some that I just haven’t felt a connection to. I’ll make sure to enjoy the food. Tell Jin and Yoongi that I appreciate the food.” He sighed and exited the tent. You finished the food, pacing your tent as you read. Finally, you peeked out to see if the coast was clear. It wasn’t. “Jackson, a word?” You called, getting an idea and running with it. He looked at you, surprised, but quickly excused himself from his group and came to you. “My lady?” “Do me a favor?” You asked, doing your best to keep your expression neutral since it had garnered attention from others. “Anything, my lady, within pack law.” “Help me sneak away from camp so I can think clearly?” He grinned and bowed slightly. “It would be my pleasure. Give me a paper or something and I’ll pretend I’m delivering it, give it a few minutes, then head toward the bathrooms. I’ll clear them out after you’ve hidden in one of the stalls and then you can escape out the window and we’ll head out into the forest. I’ll have to guard you and keep you safe…” “That’s perfectly all right,” You replied as you handed him an blank paper, folded in two. “Thank you.” His plan worked beautifully, and soon you were wading mid-shin in one of the streams, surrounded by birdsong and psithurism instead of conversations and clanging. He respected the tranquility of the place, keeping an eye on the surroundings as you attempted to unwind and clear your head. He also had a parchment he was sketching on now and then. You went over the list of remaining suitors, sighing softly and sitting on the stream bank. “Trouble, miss?” “Is there ever not?” You asked, with a single huff of laughter. “This meeting was supposed to be…good. Strengthen the packs, solidify the peace, and support the trade between packs. Instead it feels as if I’m tearing them apart. Before the trials really started I was so confident that I could use the trials to actually find someone that cared about me. To find someone that I could actually care about, and love. It was foolish of me. All I’ve done is stir up malice and discontent and completely twisted myself around so that I don’t know which way is up.” He sat down beside you, but kept his feet from the water. “Are you scared?” You nodded. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, waiting until you shifted and rested your head on his shoulder. “Y/n, you can’t control how the packs will react to anything. Jay and Scout pack will have your back no matter what your decision, but that isn’t necessarily true for the other packs, even if we wish it were true. You need to do what’s best for yourself and stop worrying about everyone else. You have to pare this down to two people from each pack, right?” He gestured to the list. You nodded. “And I can’t risk the Scout pack by choosing one of them. They already know as much.” “Alright, so, who’s left from Stem pack? Because I’ve interacted with them and I can tell you more about them.” You pulled away so that the two of you could discuss the Stem and Jellyfish packs. With his insight into their characters and how they actually feel about the competition, you managed to pare down to two from the other packs. Then you just had to pick the two representatives from Scout pack and decide on those from Jay pack. A decision that would best be made on your own. Jackson escorted you back to your tent. “Can you tell me why security around me has increased?” You asked. “Toward the beginning I was able to go about as I please, now it feels like….” He frowned. “Too many murmurs of threats.” “I see. Thank you, Jackson. For your help.” He bowed slightly. “A pleasure, y/n.” You went into your tent to determine who would still be there to vie for your hand. Scouts it was easy. You picked Namjoon so that his pack could respect him more for making it as far as he did, and Jimin who had passed every trial since the beginning. Jay pack was a little more complicated. Jackson was an obvious choice, but the other…they were all good men. Honorable. But the next best connection you felt was with Youngjae, so that was who you put down. You went out as evening fell, striding toward the arena, and hearing the whispers from everyone as they realized that you had already pared it down. It took about fifteen minutes for all the packs and suitors to gather in the arena, while you stood on the platform, calm and ready to deliver your decision. “From Stem Pack, Mark and Lay.” Some cheers for the packmates that made it through filled the air. “From Jay Pack, Jackson and Youngjae.” More cheers from a different section and astonished looks from both of their faces. “From Jellyfish Pack, Leo and N.” Whoops of encouragement. “And from Scout Pack, Namjoon and Jimin.” Quiet cheers since their pack was smaller, but still louder than Jellyfish. You stood there as the eight remaining suitors lined up. JY cleared his throat. “Do you have the next trial in mind?” “Probably would have been a good idea,” You whispered. “Tracking?” “Did that already.” “Oh yeah. Um…” You noticed things quieting down, and your mind started racing. “The next trial will be told to the suitors in the privacy,” You glanced at JY and saw him nod, “Of the command tent.” “What?!” Stem leader yelled. “Did I stutter?” You asked, fixing your gaze on him. It was quiet for a few more moments, both of you challenging the other. You could see that he hadn’t been challenged before, and certainly not by a woman, so you relaxed, confident against him. All around you it felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see who would break first. “You challenge me?” He growled. “No, you challenged me,” You replied, folding your hands together as you waited for him to back down. “So let me make something very clear. You agreed when you arrived to the terms that I lay out for the trials. In those terms were conditions that allow me to make judgments as I see fit. Now, do you really have a problem with me speaking alone to my suitors? Because if so, I will happily remove your pack from the equation so that you have no fear of any misconduct.” His eyes widened in disbelief. You stepped closer, smiling softly. “So, shall I remove them from the trials? Or shall I continue as I see fit?” He was shaking, probably in anger and disbelief, but he stepped out of the way. You strode past him, trying to think of what the heck you would do for the next trial. JY caught up to you. “Are you sure?” “Don’t know what the trial will be, but yes. I’m sure of isolating them. You won’t be allowed to follow.” “As you wish.” He stopped following. You headed straight into the tent, taking the few minutes you had to pace and try to figure out the next trial. “Told you, she’s making it up as she goes,” Jimin chuckled. You chucked a pillow at his head. “Shut up. Do you think this is easy?” “Sorry, no.” He caught the pillow and held onto it. “But that was pretty bold, challenging a leader.” “He challenged me first.” You sat down as you directed a glare in Jimin’s direction. He grinned and bowed. Namjoon elbowed Jimin, then gestured to ask if he could sit as well. You gestured for them all to take a seat. “Sorry, I’m just…fresh out of idea and if you speak a word of this outside, I’ll gut you.” Mark cracked a smile. “Challenging our pack leader and telling us to withhold information from him?” “Oh please, I know how the sub-packs work. Important things conveyed, unimportant things left out. And each sub-pack has their own little code that they live by with a different set of rules, most of which are similar to the rest of the packs, but some of which differ depending on who the leader of said sub-pack is. Your loyalty is stronger to your sub-pack leader.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll think of a trial, just give me a couple minutes.” Leo regarded you thoughtfully as he sat. “My lady—” “I do have a name,” You interrupted, wincing. “Sorry, y/n, but what if you didn’t actually put another trial. Don’t tell the rest of them, and just do the last few meals before you said you’d make your decision with the eight of us. We can probably all pretend that there’s actually a trial that we’re conducting. You could send us on errands or something, to get things from the forests and fields that you can’t since you’re being watched so closely.” You tilted your head as you contemplated. “Or we could say the trial was to carry you back and forth as many times as possible and that you were self-conscious about it, which was why you used the tent. Then tell them that the rest of the trials are little things. Acting like we’re actually a couple for a determined interval of time tomorrow. We would be providing for you, and you would be providing for us,” Youngjae said it like it was a side thought, paying more attention to the wooden car the he had sat on. “And you can say you eliminated me since you only included us for formality,” Jimin added, his gaze a little sad. You looked at the ground. “What?” N asked, sounding surprised and confused. You looked at the members from Jellyfish and Stem packs. “Tensions are high. If I were to choose anyone from the Scouts, war would break out. Even Stem pack can’t afford a battle. My father fought for peace amongst the packs, I will not be the reason the peace is broken. They are included in this because it is not fair that they should be eliminated just because of my prior familiarity with them, but I cannot choose them. There are truly only six of you left for me to choose from.” “And any of us would be honored and happy to be with you, y/n,” Lay told you, dipping his head. You smiled at him. “But if we are going with that story, you better eliminate me as well,” Youngjae said. “I can’t carry anyone that far.” “I don’t really know that that matters. We’ll just say Jimin dropped me.” “Hey!” “Leave it, Jimin,” Namjoon ordered. Jackson was watching you, quiet and thoughtful. “Is that what you want to do, y/n?” You took a deep breath. “Do you all agree with Youngjae’s idea?” They all nodded. You nodded as well. “Alright, then tomorrow, we’ll spend the day acting as couples. An hour and a half at a time?” They nodded again. “Um, I guess starting at seven? Do you want to figure out timing amongst yourselves?” You asked, hoping dearly that they did. “We’ll figure it out. Why don’t you and Jimin head out and we’ll discuss it?” Namjoon smiled at you. You nodded and got up, taking Jimin’s playfully offered arm “You’re almost free,” He said softly. You hummed. “Of the trials, yes.” “Nervous?” “Try terrified,” You whispered. “If things get bad after you pick, you will always have a safe place with us in Scout Pack. But…are you really considering going to Stem Pack? Their leader will never let you forget that you challenged him.” He sounded worried. “I have to play the game, Jimin.” He didn’t reply, and the two of you walked silently to your tent. Then he bowed to you. “Y/n.” “Jimin-ssi,” You whispered in reply. He smiled at you, then headed back toward his pack’s encampment. “Y/n!” You paused, irritation rising up as you saw the leaders heading toward you and the clearly irritated look on JY’s face. Then you turned and entered your tent. There was no way you were dealing with them again today. “Y/n!” Stem leader hollered from outside the tent. You sat with your quilt, humming softly to yourself as he continued to create a scene outside of your tent. It went on for an hour, truly annoying, but finally he hollered that he wouldn’t be ignored and that he would talk with you in the morning “or else”. You decided you weren’t leaving your tent without a weapon. You woke up half an hour before the first suitor would be joining you, dressing slightly less formally since you fully intended to go out into the woods with one of them. Gather some herbs. You went out to cook breakfast for yourself and whoever the first suitor of the morning was, and noticed everyone heading toward the arena. Heuning-Kai from Scout Pack came running up. “Stem pack is demanding an audience.” You narrowed your eyes at the arena. “Thank you, hurry back, but not a word to anyone other than Yoongi that I received the information.” “Yes, my lady,” He turned and ran back. You went back into your tent, contemplating the best coarse of action. Did you dress as regally as possible, or as a warrior? Or neither, your mind supplied as you spotted a dress in your trunk. It was one of your mother’s. One she wore during summers by the lake when you were very little. You had done some work on it, making it fit you as well as the changes in fashion. It was light and pretty. You changed into that dress, did your hair half up, half down, with many flowers tucked in. You wore the fine silver chain necklace with the pearl pendant. Then you strapped on a belt after attaching the sheath of your prettiest knife. Pretty enough to look like part of the outfit, but just as deadly as any other knife. The camps were all abandoned for the arena. You entered unnoticed at first, but then it was like a wave of quiet that followed a surprised murmur. Stem Leader turned to you, looking a little thrown off. “Is there a problem?” You asked your suitors, smiling softly. “I was expecting one of you at my tent this morning when I noticed that everyone was gone. I was going to cook breakfast.” Youngjae bowed. “Apologies, my lady, we were…detained.” You turned to the leaders. “So I see. What, pray tell, is the problem?” “This has gone on long enough, pick a mate! We don’t have all summer!” Stem snapped. “There are preparations to be made for fall and winter! Are you trying to cause the packs to suffer?!” “It is not my fault if you left your land unattended for the duration of the trials,” You replied. “It is not my business, either, not unless I choose to join your pack.” “Then choose already!” “What are you waiting for! A cacophony of voices arose, some with words directed at you, others defending you. It got worse and worse by the minute, and you looked around with forced calm to assess the situation. Damn it. It was too close to getting violent. You looked at the suitors, noting the worried looks on their faces. Namjoon was looking toward his pack. Leo and N were glancing toward the loudest areas where fights were likely breaking out. Lay and Mark looked like they might be sick. Youngjae was watching the leaders as they fought. It took you a second to realize that Jackson had moved between you and the leaders. You looked around, having decided. Then you screamed a blood-curdling scream because there was no other way to get their attention. Silence decended as you stood there with your arms folded. “If you are all done acting like animals,” You snapped out. There were murmurs. “I choose Jackson Wang, of Jay Pack, if he will have me.” He looked at you in astonishment, then bowed. “I would be honored.” You nodded. “Then the trials are complete.” You turned and bowed to JY. “My leader.” He held a fist of his heart and dipped his head. Jackson offered you his arm and quickly guided you out while everyone was still astonished. “Are you certain?” “Yes,” You whispered. “Are you?” He smiled down at you, then looked away. “Yes. But, let’s wait until we’re back in Jay Pack territory. Back to my…our…home. For the mating ceremony, I mean.” “I figured that was what you were referring to, and I couldn’t agree more. I want to get as far away from Stem Pack as possible. Besides, I also have to greet your sub-pack leader as one of my leaders as well.” You rested your head against his arm. “Of course. They’ll be by to help you pack up your camp. I imagine the packs will disperse quickly. I’ll protect you.” You kissed his cheek, then settled back with your head on his shoulder. “You look beautiful in that dress, by the way,” He said, smiling even more. “It suits you. You look happier in it, more carefree. The way you should be.” You sighed. “I feel more carefree. Wait here while I change into travel clothes?” He nodded. You ducked into your tent, changing into clothes you could run in or sit in a car in. Whichever it ended up being. You held open your tent for him to enter once you were done changing. “I just need to pack my clothing and bedding really.” He nodded and helped you pack away your things into the trunks. “Jackson?” You moved to tie open your tent. Jaebum dipped his head to you, smiling. “Hello.” You curtsied to him respectfully. “We’re happy to have you in our pack, y/n,” He said warmly. “Happy to be part of it.” “JY wants us to leave as soon as we can, so I brought some help for moving your things.” He gestured to the rest of his sub-pack, as well as the other sub-pack, the Strays. You nodded and moved out of their way. “Thank you.” Taehyung darted over while they were taking down your tent and hugged you after getting permission from Jackson. “Take care, y/n. You’ll be happy with them, I know it.” “I hope you find your own happiness,” You whispred in reply. “Arrows sharp and aim true.” “Straight paths and silent steps,” He replied softly, then kissed your forehead before stepping back so that Hoseok could hug you, and Jimin, and Jin. Namjoon squeezed your shoulder and Yoongi kissed your hand. Jungkook awkwardly tapped your arm with his fist. Jackson came over as they walked away. “Time to go.” He held out your travel bag. You took it and happily took his hand as well, letting him guide you to their vehicle. The ride was mixed with both singing and quiet, goofy conversations and naps. Jackson kept in constant contact with you. Holding your hand, or wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Checking on you and making sure you were okay. It felt familiar and comfortable. Their sub-pack, your pack, split off from the other group at one point. JY talked to Jaebum for a while before parting. “Jackson, he wants to prioritize the maps. Including the new territory. You’ll have to make a trip to the Scouts when the map is done to finalize the split of Arrow territory.” Jackson nodded when Jaebum looked back, then shifted to look at you. “You want to travel with me, or stay based with the guys?” “Travel with you,” You answered easily, blinking up at him. “Trails can be tough, and I have to continue even in the rain and cold.” “Nothing I’m not used to,” You replied. “That’s what coats are for.” “Living in a small tent, only enough room for us and our packs, during the summers.” “Not during fall and spring?” He smiled. “There’s a little overlap, but during the colder seasons…well…” He frowned. “We’re going to be the main users of the new territory. JY wants us to establish ourselves there,” Jaebum explained quietly. “That’s why we need to settle the territory split once the maps are ready. We’ll probably build off of any buildings already there. There will be other parties for hunting and defense, but we’re in charge of the land and it’s use. Just like we did with the falls.” You tilted your head. “Am I supposed to be assisting with the split of the territory?” “You’re in charge of it,” Mark said. “He just forgot to mention that.” “Sorry. Yes, you determine the split.” You nodded, then went into your bag, pulling out the maps you had of the territory, looking over it to determine the most practical and diplomatic method of splitting it keeping in mind the size of the land and the packs. Jack shifted so he could look at them as well, eyes widening. “Whoa…” “What?” “It’s so detailed! There’s a gorge there?” You nodded. “It’s a very important gorge, because over here, this area that’s hard to get to is where we do all the work with the maple sugar and candies, and where we tap all the trees. There’s a cabin there. Outpost buildings here, here, here, and here,” You pointed to the map. “Hideaways there, and there. Guard posts there and there. Hunting perches there, there, and there. Over here is where the best healing herbs grow, over there is where the best blueberries grow, and this is the only place where we had semi-permanent residents.” The three men were staring at you, completely surprised at how well you knew your territory. “You don’t know your territory this well?” “I do, but, in a general sense, as in I can find my way anywhere from any point in our territory. Not in a mappy sense.” Jackson took the map, looking it over. “Which is kind of bad when you think about it because I actually make the maps. Well, I’m supposed to now that our senior mapmaker has died.” “Okay, where are we heading right now?” “To a temporary house near the edges of our territories.” “The Scouts we’ll need to wait a while before going to the scouts, so why don’t you and I travel to the place by foot and I can help you map out the land?” You suggested. Jackson looked to Jaebum. “Jinyoung! Stop the car?” “Okay,” He called back, bringing the vehicle to a stop. Jackson smiled and helped you out of the vehicles, making sure to have his own pack, as well as yours before waving the vehicle off. “Where do you want to start?” “Take me to the edge of Arrow territory and we’ll work from there,” You told him, taking the offered hand after putting on your own pack. The two of you made your way leisurely through the territory that day, you making marks in a small notebook now and then, running back and forth over similar stretches of land, talking and goofing off. He caught a rabbit for dinner, and you prepared a salad to go along with it from the flora around you. Seasoned it with some wild onion you found and the salt you kept in your pack. He set up the tent while you cooked, arranging the bedding carefully while you watched from the corner of your eye. He was singing, probably without thinking, and making sure there were no rocks or lumps. Gathering pine needles to cushion the two of you under the cover of the tent. Pulling an extra blanket out after a glance at you and a moment of thought. Then he came over with a grin. “Tent is set up.” “Thank you, love,” You answered with a smile. His grin got even bigger, and he sat beside you, which was perfect. You turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Such a good provider,” You whispered. “Such a good protector.” He leaned forward and kissed you, lingering as his arms wrapped around you. You smiled at him after the kiss ended. “Food should be ready soon.” He nodded and kissed you again for a moment before tucking your head into the crook of his neck. “Thank you.” You breathed in his scent. You couldn’t tell if he was an alpha or a beta, but you were guessing a strong beta. He could easily stand up to an alpha, with mental and emotional clarity that could be dangerous to an alpha, but he also wouldn’t have a problem not being in charge. You liked that balance. “Smells good, honey,” He finally commented after a moment. You breathed in deeply, pulling away to tend to the food now that you had been reminded. You could feel him watching your every move, and glimpsed the fond look on his face as he did. He praised the food endlessly, even the salad, and it made you feel so warm and loved. “Why me?” He asked after a moment of quiet. “Because during all the chaos this morning, while everyone was worried about fighting, you stepped between me and the threat to my health. You worried about me, while all the others were worried first about their packs. You made me feel safe,” You answered softly. He nodded, seeming happy about your answer. “You know, your father carried me on his back for a whole day once. I was eight and I had thought he was JY, so I jumped on his back and I just ended up staying there. Neither of us were willing to admit it was a mistake and get the other one off. “I remember. You stayed there all throughout dinner, and my father was feeding you over his shoulder. You looked pleased. I couldn’t figure out what was going on.” “It was like we both had this unspoken challenge of who would stop first. After that he always was nice to me when he saw me. He would ask how I was like he really cared. Treated me like I was one of his pack every time.” “He did. He really did. About everyone that he met. I just wish…” You took a deep breath, then let it out. “I wish he had been able to spend his last days with people that actually cared back. All he had was me, and a few elders here and there. He tried to make sure all of us were strong warriors, but a leader can only do so much and the rest is up to the parents. I would have thought with the poachers they would take teaching their children better, but they were complacent. If you asked my packmates what I was they would say alpha. Because I fought, and hunted, and achieved so much. It’s easy to achieve much when so little is being done by others.” “Hmm, I can’t actually tell if you’re a beta or an omega. Not by your scent. And your actions are strong for an omega, but given the way your pack was, you could just be a very strong, and strong-willed, omega.” He walked with you to the stream to help wash the dishes. Then he stopped moving, looking at you with wide eyes. “You’re a gamma, aren’t you?” You nodded once, then knelt beside the stream. “My grandmother was as well.” “I’ve only heard wive’s tales of gammas,” He replied, kneeling beside you. “Gammas are basically betas,” You explained, sort of brushing it off the way you had your whole life with the elders when they fawned over you. “Is it true that they only submit to those that they respect or love, or an ultimate alpha?” “Did you not see me challenge the leader of the Stem Pack? Did you not catch me accidentally submitting to Namjoon?” He was quiet, and you could feel him staring at you. “Namjoon?” “He’s an ultimate alpha,” You answered, scrubbing at the pot the rabbit had roasted in. “Only one I’ve ever noticed, anyway. There may have been one or two in the other packs that I just never talked with.” “Huh.” You took his surprised sound and subsequent silence as him thinking, feeling no need to fill the silence. “And what about me?” You looked at him. “What about you?” “Would you submit to me?” “Of course.” “What if I didn’t want you to?” You shrugged. “When I submit it’s more like deferring to your leadership than being bossed around. Just like it would be with a beta. I don’t feel overpowered by you, but I do feel the need to let you lead. Did we mark the distance to the stream?” “I’ll do it in the morning. So, if I were to tell you to go to the tent and be ready for us to mate?” “Depends on how much you mean it.” His arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. His lips against the side of your neck. “Go ahead back to the tent, baby. I’ll bring back the dishes. You get ready for us to mate.” Chills went up and down your spine, and your head tilted back, exposing your throat completely. “Okay.” His fingers brushed over your throat before he let go of you and you turned to kiss him. “I love you,” He murmured. “I love you. Don’t take to long,” You whispered, then headed back toward your camp with a peaceful, warm and fuzzy feeling. You definitely made the right decision.

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Ateez: How you meet in college

Hello it took me some while but i finally finished this scenario. My vacation is also over so it might take some time before I finish a project but I will keep on doing my best! So now enjoy reading :)

Ps. Does someone know how to add a "keep reading" thing when you are on mobile? I tried a few things but it didn't work.

Hongjoong

Your roommate just got a new boyfriend. There where never any problems with her previous boyfriends but this one had no shame and it started to affect your roommate. She invited you to watch a movie together but you couldn't enjoy it because they were heavily making out beside you. So you went back to your room and put on your headphones to listen to some music. After some time you looked at your clock and realized you had to sleep because college is a bitch and you had morning classes. You removed your headphones because you couldn't fall asleep like that and just before you reached the light switch you heard your roommate say: "So the save word is bananarama". You knew you had to get out of here or else you would be traumatized for life. You took your pillow and blanket and dashed out of your apartment. You didn't know where to go but then you saw a guy down the floor, trying to open the door to his apartment. It was probably a mixture of shock and tiredness to make you do this, but the next thing you did was to walk up to this stranger and say: "My roommate's boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor?" He was startled because you came out of nowhere but then he laughed. "I know how that is! Come in and don't worry, you can sleep here but not on the floor. I have a spare bed. Oh and by the way my name is Hoongjoong, will you tell me your name cute stranger?" Let's just say that wasn't the last time you stayed over at his place.

Seonghwa

You always had a passion for animals and wanted to get one when you went to college but unfortunately your college did not permit any kind of animals in the dorms. Because you had a single room you often got kind of lonely, so when you saw that a pet shop was giving away 3 little hermit crabs with everything you need for them because no one wanted to buy them, you just had to take this opportunity and took them home with you. They were really cute and you had a lot of fun with them but you knew you had to be careful because the RA on your floor was very strict. At least that's what people told you. You never actually met him and the only thing you really knew was that he was strict and his name was Seonghwa. But hermit crabs were quiet so there was absolutely no chance that he was going to find out about them. Well that's at least what you thought. One day you let them out into your room so that you could clean their aquarium in peace. It wasn't too big so you could carry it with one hand and sneak it inside the dorms the they that you got them. When you were finished, you looked around your room and only saw 2 of your hermit crabs. That's when you noticed that your door was slightly open. You placed the other crabs back in the aquarium as fast as you could and dashed out of your room while still trying to be as careful as possible, because you were afraid that you might step on your little friend. You turned around the corner of your floor and that's when you saw a guy had just picked up your little crab. You didn't know what kind of person he was and what he would do next so you quickly spoke up. "Excuse me, that's my hermit crab". "Oh is that so? But you know that pets are prohibited right?" That's when you knew you fucked up because the very strict RA Seonghwa was standing in front of you, with your hermit crab in his hand that you clearly shouln't have. Just as you began to form an excuse in your head he spoke up again. "How about this, I'm not going to report you but you have to let me play with it for a little while". Oh so hermit crabs seemed to be his weakness. "Sure I have even 3 of them". "Is that so? Then I'm going to visit them whenever I want okay?" You agreed because even though he looked strict you could tell from his voice that he was actually kind of excited. And that's how you met the strict RA of your floor who really wasn't as strict as everyone believed him to be.

Yunho

It was 3 am and you were still in the library studying for finals. To say that you were losing your grip on reality was an understatement. As you mixed your coffee and your energy drink together, you saw something white flashing by in the corner of your eyes. You just imagined it right? You started to pack your things because you were obviously going insane. But then you heard something fall to the ground and when you looked in the direction of the sound, you saw the same white thing going to another aisle. At this point you were sure that this thing must be a ghost. So you did what every person in your situation would do. You took your book, ran to the aisle you saw the ghost went to and when you saw the white thing you striked it across the head. "AUUU!!", oh there was an impact, seems like the ghost was just another person. The guy looked at you like you were insane (which at this point you were) and asked you "why did you hit me with your book, what have I done to deserve this?" In your shock you replied with the first thing that came to your mind, the truth."I thought you were a ghost". "So the thirst thing you do when you see a ghost is strike it across the head?", "Yes". The guy thought for a while and you debated if you should just run away but then he spoke up again. "Well my name is Yunho and I'm not a ghost, and you are probably studying for finals because that would explain so much right now", "You are right and may I ask what you are doing here?", "I was looking for a book that I really wanted to read", "at 3 am in the morning?", don't judge me, at least I'm not going around hitting strangers". You had to laugh at his last sentence and he did too. He continued "how about this, you are going to sleep, cause you obviously need it and tomorrow we will meet again and you'll buy me some coffee to compensate for my head injury?". "Yeah let's do that". And this is how you became friends with the library ghost.

Yeosang

You took the course in photography because you thought that it would be an easy way to earn some extra credit and if you improved yourself you might be able to earn some cash with it. But the project your teacher gave you was kind of an obstacle. You had to photograph someone. Doesn't sound so difficult but the teacher is very strict, you thought the only way to get a good grade was to photograph a celebrity. It was already hard enough to get a B in his class, so your hopes for extra credit were crushed. But if you were able to get a good grade on this project then your plan would succeed because the grade would count twice! That's why you couldn't think of anyone who passed your standarts for this photo. You're not arrogant but the person you choose holds your grade in his hand so you had to be picky. Days went by and you still haven't found anyone, the deadline was also getting closer so naturaly you started to panic. You were walking around the campus trying to clear your head when you laid eyes on the most beautiful beeing in the world. The boy was just sitting on a bench, reading a book but it seemed like he was doing something extraodinary. You knew, if you took his photo you would get an A for sure. You wanted to ask him if he would be your model but decided against it and just took his photo then and there. The best photos always come out when they're not forced you thought and thanked yourself for bringing your camera with you. The picture came out great but you felt guilty for taking it without his permission. So you walked up to him and just started to ramble "Hey I just took your picture because you are extremely beautiful and I have to take a picture of someone for my class and I really need this A so please don't make me delete it!" The boy looked puzzled for some seconds but then he smiled and looked even more angelic. "That's okay, I'm flattered that you think you will get an A for my picture. I'm Yeosang and if you feel so bad about it then you can just take me out for lunch if you want". Even the way he spoke was beautiful, so you introduced yourself and exchanged numbers with him to figure out a date for the promised lunch.

San

Your college had a large computer room for students that didn't have one at home or just needed this place to do their projects in peace. You were really thankful for that because you didn't have a printer and your laptop decided to break down because apparently it didn't want you to finish your super important project. So you choose a computer that was in a peaceful corner and worked on your project. You were on a roll and finished almost the whole thing. As you saved your project you noticed that a USB drive was still on the computer. You didn't mean to spy but your curiosity got the best of you so you clicked on it and opened a file that was named "shiber". Whoever the person was, was obviously obsessed with their plushy but you had to admit it was pretty cute. You didn't want to intrude on the privacy of this person even more so you logged yourself out, unplugged the USB stick and went to the cafeteria to tread yourself for your hard work. You wanted to toss the USB stick into the "lost and found" box your college had but decided against it when you saw a boy with a cute plushy in his backpack. He was sitting alone munching on a sandwich. You knew you had to tell him that you looked into his file but it was better than dropping the USB into the box because there were some people who took some things even though they didn't belong to them. So you tapped him on the shoulder and started to speak: "Hi, I found your USB stick still plugged in one of the computers in the computer room. I didn't mean to spy but I clicked on the file named shiber that's how I knew it must be yours. I'm really sorry but I have to say that your shiber is very cute!" The boy smiled at the last statement. "Thank you, I didn't even notice that I lost it. And it's okay that you looked at it, honestly I like showing him off. I'm San by the way and I would like to buy you a sandwich or whatever you would like for giving me my USB back and for complimenting shiber". You accepted his offer and spend the rest of the evening and many following ones with him and shiber.

Mingi

College was stressful. You knew that before you decided to apply for it but you still got overwhelmed with the amount of work you had to do. So when you found a cookie shop not to far away from campus you were more than thrilled. The cookies looked so good and when you went inside you were greeted with a cute smile from the cashier. After you ordered your cookie you realized that they were not only pleasent to the eyes but also really tasty. From then on you went to the shop almost everyday and it was somehow always Mingi's (that's what his name tag said) shift even though you went there at different times. One might say it must be fate but you were just embarassed because he knew you came here everyday and was probably judging you. That still didn't stop you from going there though because you needed the cookies for your sanity. But then the day came you were long dreading. You tried all the cookies you had so today you had to decide which one you would buy for the second time. This wouldn't be such a problem if you didn't feel like crap today. You just couldn't think of one that would make you feel better. You entered the shop and stood a litte away from the display so that Mingi knew you had to think a bit, but to your suprise he spoke up: "Hey I can make you a new cookie you haven't tried yet if you want". So he knew that you tried every cookie in the shop, how embarassing but you still agreed and he went to the back just to return with the most delicious looking cookie you've ever seen. "Here it's for free since it's just something i was experimenting with, let me know how it tasted when you come here again". You thanked him and left the shop because you noticed that your face was getting tomato red. As you bit into the cookie you felt all your energy come back, probably because the cookie was so sweet but that was just the thing you needed today. Then you noticed something written one the napkin your cookie was wrapped in. "Hey you looked like you needed the extra sugar today so I hope you don't mind that I made this cookie for you, my loyal and cutest customer. Tell me your name the next time you visit our shop, I would really like to know you better :) - Mingi". You smiled and now you couldn't wait to return to the shop that saved you from the stressful days in college.

Wooyoung

You felt like a creep. 2 weeks ago you noticed that you can see the guy who lives in the hall opposite to yours through his window. It wasn't your intention to watch him but you had to admit that he was very attractive, so it was only natural that your eyes glanced to the window now and then. At first you only looked to get your daily dose of handsome man but after a while you somehow got some motivation from him. When you saw him study, you also got some energy to study for your classes. When you saw that he was drinking, you also remembered that you didn't drink something for a while. When he got some friends over at his place you also texted your friends to hangout. He somehow got his life together even though college could be hell and you took some inspiration from him to improve your life. You never spoke to him but he still helped you through rough days. Even though you had no bad intentions while watching him you still felt like a weirdo so you decided that today would be the last day of watching him and thanked him in your head for helping you so much. But you needed to learn to do this things by yourself, because he wouldn't be there your whole life. What you didn't expect though was him undressing in his room. He never did that, which you were very thankful for, so to say that you where shocked was an understatement. You just couldn't take your eyes off when he took his shirt off and you saw his slight muscular chest. But when his hands started to unbutten his trousers, you knew you couldn't keep watching and closed your curtains as fast as you could. Your heart was racing but at least you got the best out of this last day. You opened the curtains slightly when the next morning arrived but didn't dare to look at the direction of his window. When you opened your door you saw a piece of paper on the floor. You picked it up and started to read. "Hi, my name is Wooyoung but you probably know me as the hot guy from the window opposite to yours. I noticed you looking at me and found it kind of cute how I made you remember to do the same things that I did. But I liked it even more how you didn't intrude on my privacy when I was changing yesterday and closed your curtains. So how about you come over when you have time so I can give you some advice in person? ;)" You were embarassed but also quite happy about the message and when you turned around to look outside the window you saw him standing at his, waving at you and giving you a cheeky wink.

Jongho

You were on your way to the study hall in your college. Exams where just around the corner and you had to study a lot, you were unfortunately one of those people who couldn't study at home because you would get distracted by everything there. The study hall had many secluded desks where you could study in peace. They were small so only one person could sit there comfortably. As you entered the room you saw that every desk was occupied. You should have figured as much. You were almost losing hope but then you saw one desk that wasn't occupied. It was only 3 meters away from you! You cheered in your head and looked at the end of the hallway. That's when your eyes locked with another boy. The look in his eyes told you everything. He wanted the desk and he realized you wanted it too. He also had about 3 meters to the desk so you did what any logical person would have done and started to run! He had the same idea. You both reached the desk at the same time and grabed the chair. "I was the first one", you shouted. "No it was obviously me!", "I need to study for my exams", "What do you think am I here for?" The other students looked at you annoyed and you didn't want to disturb them more, so you whisper-shouted "we settle this with rock, paper, scissors!". He agreed and you played, only for you to lose. Not accepting your defeat you said: "You have to win 2 out of 3!" He rolled his eyes but complied. You lost again. This time you had to accept the results and you turned around feeling crushed. As you were walking away thinking about failing your exams, the guy spoke up: "Hey wait! I know how stressful it can be to study at home. It might be cramped but how about we just share this desk for now?" You thought about it but it was the best option at the moment. You somehow managed to share the desk without disturbing anyone around and as it turned out, it was really great to study like that. Jongho (as he had told you was his name) didn't distract you and even helped you with some subjects. After this incident you continued to share a desk with him for the next days, even though there where many unoccupied desks beside you.

(Thats you fighting with him over the desk)

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

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catfishandthebottlefan · 6 years ago

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#9.2 - Touring - Part 2 - The Flight

A/N - I was up till midnight writing this 😂 Part 2 of my first chaptered fic! I hope you enjoy! ~ A x

Van slaps your arse cheekily as you walk up the aisle of the plane on your way to your seat. You’ll get him back for that later.

Following a seemingly confident Bondy, you and the lads reach your seats towards the middle of the plane - row 32. The six of you take up the whole row, making room for the split down the aisle, thus you don’t bother checking your boarding passes as it wouldn’t matter who sat in what seat anyway. You end up sandwiched between Bondy - who sits at the window - and Van, who sits on the aisle. Across the aisle sits Larry, then Benji, and Bob by the window. You knew Bob would like being by the window - like you, he was a natural dreamer. Larry and Van seem happy enough to be next to eachother as they pull faces and try to hold hands across the aisle as everyone else attempts to board the flight.

“Excuse me.” You hear the voice of an air stewardess.

You look up to see her stood next to an unhappy-looking family.

“Y’alright, love?” Van says, cheerily.

“You appear to be in the wrong seats.” the air stewardess snaps.

“No, love, we’re definitely row 33.” Van says confidently.

“Yes, and this is row 32.” she replies curtly, “So if you wouldn’t mind moving so that everyone else can board-”

“Bondy, you idiot.” you hiss, standing up.

Bondy simply shrugs, “Must’ve read the row number wrong.”

You all move back a row, awkwardly shuffling your hand luggage back into the same seats.

“Bondy, you’re a fucking retard.” Van mutters.

“Oy, who put me in charge of flight navigation?” Bondy retaliates.

“You were at the front!” Larry chimes in, Van nodding in approval.

Bob simply laughs, red with embarrassment at having to move. Benji tries to keep the peace.

“To be fair, we all should’ve checked-”

Larry elbows him sharply. “Yeah, but it’s more fun to blame Bondy.”

You lean against Van’s shoulder as everyone settles down into their seats. You hear a faint murmur of music playing through his headphones.

“You ok, baby?” he asks, reaching for your hand.

“Yeah,” you reply, “What’re you listening to?”

He removes a headphone and places it in your ear.

I think you are really fit You're fit, but my gosh, don't you know it?

“The Streets,” you laugh, “Never would’ve guessed.”

“That song’s about you, y��know.” Van teases.

“Thanks a lot, mate.” you reply, sarcastically.

“It’s a compliment!” he says, his voice going an octave higher, as it always does when he knows he’s tried his luck.

“Well, thank you.” you reply, with mock sincerity, giggling.

Larry slaps Van’s knee from across the aisle. “Shut up, it’s the safety display. Some of us don’t want to drown when the plane crashes.”

“When!?” Bob laughs.

Van pulls a face at Larry, and closes his eyes, tuning himself into his music. You look to your left to see Bondy scrolling through his phone. He closed-mouth smiles at you when you make eye contact. You, Larry and Benji seemed to be the only ones listening to the safety demonstration, with Van and Bondy actively choosing not to listen and Bob clearly somewhere else as he looks out of the window.

You close your eyes and rest your head back on Van’s shoulder, half-listening to his music from the outside of his headphone. You drift off into a half-awake, half-asleep state as you attempt to align your breathing with your boyfriend’s. You always try to do this when you lie beside Van, and usually end up struggling for breath, but the steady rise and fall of his chest this morning puts you into pure relaxation. You grip his hand tightly as the plane taxis and takes off, then drift into a sleep.

You wake up to Bondy and Van laughing on either side of you. You slowly open your eyes.

“Don’t move!” Larry warns.

You open your eyes to see a the contents of Van and Bondy’s hand luggage balanced on various parts of your body. A £20 note on each forearm, a driving license on each thigh, a passport on your head and another on one shoulder. On the other shoulder, a deck of playing cards bound tightly with a rubber band rested. However, the condoms on each nipple amused you the most.

“Who’s are these!” you laugh hysterically, pointing at your boobs.

“One each.” Bondy affirms, “One from each wallet.”

“Wow, you two are disgusting.” Benji remarks.

“Don’t be silly-” Larry erupts into peals of laughter, “Don’t be silly- Don’t be silly-”

“Spit it out, mate!” Van says, also laughing.

“Don’t be silly,” Larry repeats, still laughing, “Wrap your willy!”

Even Bob loses his shit, and the whole group of you explode into hysterics. So much so that the same narky air hostess has to come over.

“Excuse me,” she says, staring particularly disapprovingly at you, “You’re disturbing the other passengers.”

“Oh, we’re sorry-” you begin, blushing.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Bondy says, flatly.

“Bondy!” you hiss, nudging him.

“I can get you removed from this flight if you want me to.” the stewardess replies, patronisingly.

“God, it’s like being at school again!” Larry pipes up.

You’d all drawn enough attention to yourself for other passengers to turn around.

“Leave them alone, they’re just young lads messing around!” says an older man with a Yorkshire accent from in front of you.

“Yeah, it’s actually quite entertaining.” a young girl in her late teens affirms from behind you.

The air hostess wrinkles her nose. “You better not cause any more-” she pauses to think, “Disturbances.”

Van pulls a face behind her back as she walks away haughtily. You giggle, pulling your phone out to check the time. 6 hours left to go.

“Is there WiFi on this plane?” you ask Bondy.

Before he gets a chance to reply, Larry gives you a firm “No.”

“What the fuck are you on about mate? Yeah there’s WiFi.” says Bondy.

You connect your phone to the WiFi, and are surprised to see tens of Facebook notifications come through slowly.

“What have you lot tagged me in now?” you say, opening your notifications, “I’ve got about 6 private messages and 30 comments on a post?”

The page loads painstakingly as you see the incriminating post.

Y/N is feeling wet.

“Just had the worst sex ever with Van McCann before getting in the taxi to leave for tour. He came after thirty seconds because he’s got a 3 inch dick. He deserves it for leaving poor Larry Lau waiting outside in the cold and making him put all his bags in the taxi though x”

“Larry!” you almost yell, “You took my phone when I fell asleep in the taxi, didn’t you!”

“No,” he giggles, “T’wasn’t me.”

“It was though, wasn’t it!”

“Maybe.” he replies, laughing.

“What’s happening, babes?” Van peers over at your phone, “Larry, you little shit!”

A few seconds later, he shouts slightly too loudly. “I do not have a three inch cock!”

A few nervous giggles erupt from the seats around you all.

“What?” Van says, his voice going all high again, “I don’t! You’ve seen it!”

“For fuck’s sake, Larry, my nan’s seen this!” you gasp, reading the comments and your private messages, all questioning the post.

You quickly press delete, thinking about how you can get payback. Ah, you had just the picture. Van had sent you it the other day- an extract from his parents’ old photo album. You press upload, tagging Larry in the photo of him, aged 6, wearing a pink summer dress and sparkly hair clips. Perfect.

Two hours to go, and you were bored as fuck. You’d already listened to all of your favourite songs, mostly by The Kooks. You were even bored enough that you’d listened to all three Catfish albums, despite knowing you’d be hearing them non-stop for the next three months. Suddenly, you remember Van’s cheeky slap on the arse as you were boarding the plane. Payback for that was overdue.

You look to your right to see Van sleeping, his head lolling gently to the side. You touch his thigh gently, and watch as he begins to stir. You let him fall back to sleep, but then you stroke his thigh again, slowly making your way inward. Stroke, watch him stir, then remove, until you get closer and closer to his dick. You stroke his crotch, and watch as his eyes begin to open.

“I love you.” you whisper in his ear, seductively, then nibble his earlobe.

You continue to rub his crotch slowly.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” Van whispers, croakily.

“Payback.” you reply, quietly, as you feel his boner rise.

“Stop!” he whines, secretly loving it, “Why do I deserve this?”

“You slapped my arse.” you reply, now removing your hand from his crotch.

You were satisfied that you’d made him horny, but deliberately not finished. How could you? You were on a plane for God’s sake.

“I fucking hate you.” Van whispers in your ear, “Now I gotta wait for this to go down.”

“Yep.” you reply, “Don’t slap my arse in public again, then.”

Half an hour to go. Even Bob looks slightly bored now. From the front of the plane, you hear a baby crying.

“I can’t listen to that no more,” Van says, achingly, “I hate hearing kids upset.”

You rub his shoulder reassuringly.

“People shouldn’t bring kids on planes.” you say, quietly.

Van nods in agreement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we now ask that you return to your seats as we prepare for landing. Please put away any portable electronic devices and turn off your mobile phones. The seatbelt signs are now on and the toilets will be closed.”

You nestle closer to Van, and he puts his left arm around you.

“Ready for the USA?” you ask.

“Is the USA ready for us?” Van replies, confidently.

“Nobody’s ready for us!” you reply, laughing.

You kiss his lips gently. Van initially seems taken aback, but then kisses you back.

“Get a fucking room!” Larry quips.

“Can’t you wait till we get to the hotel at least?” Bondy yawns.

You simply shrug it off. Gripping Van’s hand tightly as the plane descends and the wheels hit the tarmac of the runway, you whisper in his ear.

“Here’s to the next adventure.”

#van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #catb #vanfic #larry lau #johnny bond #bondy #bob hall #benji blakeway

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ruffiorocks · 5 years ago

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Please find a new hobby

OK, i can’t stress this enough, if you dont like my posts you are free to scroll past and ignore them. Nothing at all warrants commenting with your pointless negativity. If i want to make a point and decide to tag whatever Arrowverse characters the post relates to without going into a dissertation on each character then that is what i shall do.

Coming at me with your ‘tag correctly’ rules is not going to make me delete my tags. If i decide to talk about multiple characters, even ones involved in shipping wars on the same post then that is what i shall do. If i ever have anything negative to say about a character or a ship i always use #Anti.

I wont be obeying the rules of some randomer on the internet who i dont know and will never know. Im not afraid ill burst into flames or have 7 years bad luck by not obeying the rules of some random blogger. You are wasting your time, my posts dont hurt you, they dont cause you pain and even if i have ‘miss tagged’ according to you, coming at me with venom is the worst way you could get me to untag something. I have in the past un tagged when i first got my tumblr because someone politely asked me to, but your hate will go in one ear and out the other, its very rare i even bother to reply to hate, you will be blocked so your point, whatever it was will have been lost.

I will continue to say this, SCROLL past! I see my favorite characters bashed all the time, but not once have i thrown hate at someone, or even bothered to reply to their post. I either scroll by or block, its that simple.

Also i am allowed to talk about whatever fandom i choose to talk about. i dont ‘appear to be in the fandom’?? first off, thanks for stalking my page otherwise you wouldn't know what i post about and second just because my blog is mostly a Supergirl one doesnt mean i dont watch other shows. I can talk about Snowbarry or Westallen if i choose to, i happen to enjoy watching The Flash.

Dont complain to me i wrote a whole post of no relevance and you had to make your way through it when you clearly took the time to read through it all as you seem to know every point made in it. Please crack open a window, get some air and maybe see the sun, it does wonders for the soul.

peace

#supergirl #The Flash #arrowverse

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kcllmongers · 6 years ago

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We putting in our 2 cents? Hold my beer.

Ahem.

I come in peace. I want to have a genuine conversation with anyone who wants to agree or disagree because of well...growth lmao. I’m not going to rant or shade. There’s two things I want to talk about.

1) Why do y’all care so much about this bitch who plays multiple characters (when you niggas do the same. don’t front)

2) Why not take advantage of this thing called a delete button?

First thing’s first. We can’t talk about niggas being sensitive when y’all sensitive y’allselves. It’s just a different type of sensitive. Not the delete and post unfollow but the “I’ma rant in my mentions all day” sensitive. Hate to break it to you but that’s being sensitive. You are responding passionately to someone’s comment on you, your development or you’re expressing how you feel about something. Shit I'm being sensitive rn because I really could've kept my mouth shut but I have feelings about stuff.

Dipping after causing a mess is being sensitive because well, like many pointed out, you caused it and knew what you were doing so don’t post your unfollow after causing a disturbance. Fuck it and move on, tf? You thought exposing IMs, calling someone ugly, saying you’re slap them all of that WOULDN’T cause a problem? People pick out these FCs and go into this with failing muse already after the first week and it doesn’t help when someone wants to randomly slap you or if you’re called ugly. Personally? I’d laugh and move on but some people are different and you can't be mad at that. Just like we learned and grew from our experiences, we need to let the new comers do that. If you got some dope plots, good development, and having fun then fuck the sensitive bitches you’re talking about and keep it pushing.

Let me skip to number 2. This is all fake, which we can all agree. This community started as an escape for alot of people and still is. We’re grown now. You’d think with bills, rent, jobs and now new relationships we know how to handle things like adults. The only person controlling your good time is YOU. I’ve stopped giving a fuck what people say about my characters, to my characters on anon because this is all fake. I’m not really the person I’m playing and I have a slim understanding of the whole I “I'm working hard to play this so the anons are annoying” shit but none of that will matter come the next rp. And if you get that discouraging anon. DELETE IT. You literally have the power to delete the hate and to make them feel small. Turn off your anons, ignore it. I’ve enjoyed my time in rps way more when I don’t respond to anons even if it’s with a funny comeback, meme, gif or whatever. But you know the minute you answer 1 of them hoes, 5 more come up so why continue to do pay pussy bitches any mind? Why make the admins mad when they tell you to stop posting them? I wish I could delete racism, homophobia, colorists, slut shaming, rapists, murderers, shit I want to delete the president of this here country but the beauty of this community is that you can literally come here and delete the toxicity away. Be somebody different and not you. But you niggas choose not to and say people are ‘ruining’ things. No. No one is forcing you to answer or do anything you don’t want to. We have full control of these keyboards and if you get a hate anon? Fuck em and keep doing you sis. Period. Now, going into number 1. This is long so strap in.

I said the only person controlling your good time is YOU. This is an anonymous platform all around. Its not just that anon button. On Tumblr you can have real blogs with your face but in an rp realm its your fave as your avi correct? In WC its your fave correct? Fake aliases and all sis. I’ve been on the phone with some people a few times and there’s only ONE person who’s ever seen my face in the 8 years I've been doing this and ive seen theirs. Now, many of you are closer and know names, locations and all of that. That’s cool and fine but some people don’t want to do that. But even then, how do you really know who is who with all these FCs and platforms? Because your friend said so? That don’t mean shit. It’s scary and it’s even scarier when maybe you’re surrounded by the same bitch in different FCs but stressing out over this person who does this is just a waste of your time and has to be the biggest downfall in this community since that shitty ass blackout that nobody took seriously. Good times but it wasn't hard to figure out photoshop. Anyways. Everyone has their assumptions and honestly who knows the truth? What are we looking at. Typing patterns? plot similarities? FC usages? I mean come on. This is the most vague evidence ever and I know niggas were full of shit when they were saying who this bitch was turns out it wasn’t even them. I knew niggas were full of shit when at point I heard my character was apparently this bitch and it’s just like...naw lmao. My limit might be TWO and honestly I only get the second if it’s a FC I really wanted and eventually the other one dies off but talking to myself? Smutting with myself? 3 WCs? It makes me chuckle at the thought of people thinking I even had the time. I don’t even want to talk to other people sometimes and you think I’m going back and forth between a computer/phone or whatever to do that? Nobody knows me but if y’all did it would be laughable too. I’m so god damn lazy it’s not even funny but listen if there’s a bitch that does that in this community...let them. What does that have to do with you? They’re ruining your development? Your good time? WRONG.

Worry about you. Your character and your shit is all that should matter so you can take pride in it when you’re done. Not the hours spent figuring out who is who. You could be thinking its the bitch and it’s actually one of your friends and Ive seen it happen. So what it’s the same plots? People develop differently. We still got CBs with anger problems, Dave Easts who move bricks, Rihannas who don’t drop music or act boujee as hell, Saweeties who act ghetto and so on. Y’all FCs act exactly how they usually do ooc and no one bats an eyelash until it’s someone they don’t know doing it. We all based our characters on real like shit they doing. It’s why we choose the characters because of their resources and development. Same with playing multiple characters. I’ve watched y’all sit and pick out MULTIPLE FCs for new rps but nooooooooooooooooooo let’s blow the sirens for this one girl who’s single handedly bringing down he community right? You’re blaming the downfall on ONE person at this point and it’s laughable because who’s at fault for this shit right now? And don’t say sensitive people because we just spoke about this lmao.

And honestly, if this bitch is that irritating. And you feel it in your core that it’s her. Just tell them straight up. I've done it. I get word that it’s most likely them, they do some funny shit and I dead it. Open our plot, cut off connections. Nope. It’s just not me and with the stories I can’t be bothered with he mess. It’s that easy. you literally have the power at your finger tips to better this community by deleting anons, blocking the bitches you can’t trust and just simply telling someone no. But you guys choose to entertain anons or the people in your IMs asking for smut then go to WC and complain. Your next IM shouldn't be sliding into the pussy or on the dick but should be “I'm good luv, enjoy” they’ll get the message. If not, use your words and say you don’t want to. I’ve done it and it was smooth sailing. But you keep replying and actually fuck???????? But still complain??????

In conclusion, I feel like we all play a part in how this community is right now. It’s not just one bitch, it’s not just a group of people. It’s not the sensitivity. It’s everyone. It was me at one point trail blazing through the tags. I owned up to it. But I really just chill and rock with something until it dies. There’s a person that hates this blog, I know they hate this blog because we butted heads and turns out they’re my favorite person I’ve ever got the chance to plot and connect with. And I wanted to tell them I was the blog but it just goes to show shit can run smoothly even when people have different opinions. I don’t agree with alot of shit but ranting, anons and all of that won’t do anything. It’ll just leave a bad taste in the tag.

SO. With that being said, I open the floor to any disagreements. Agreements? Wanna discuss something you didn’t like? Let’s have a conversation rather than yell at eachother. It just makes everyone mad.

#urban rpg #urban rp #━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. ≫#━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. ≫

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