#i swear i'm master in reporting and blocking already

[ariquess-arts]

opening tumblr once a week to see 99+ notifications.... all of which are bots following is a nightmare on this site

[ladyzirkonia]

Shattered Minds - Part 1 - The note

Doc, an idealistic GAR doctor, becomes obsessed with helping Jenot - known as Commander Ghoul - a severely traumatised clone trooper suffering from severe survivor's guilt after losing his entire battalion. As Doc tries to mend the broken pieces of Jenot's mind, she struggles with her growing feelings for him, believing he hates her for forcing him into this life.

Tags and warnings for the whole work: This story is written for an adult audience so MINORS DNI, violence, death, medical procedures, mental disorder, mention of prosthetics, drug abuse

Commander Ghoul belongs to @cloned-eyes (here and here), Doc belongs to me. (here and here)

note: First part is a little short because it was never intended to be a longer story. I don't know how regularly I will post a chapter, but the first three are already written so have fun. tags: @staycalmandhugaclone

Part 2

Part 1 - The note

word count: 870

A woman, dressed in a GAR medical uniform and wearing goggles, hurried down a long corridor, visibly agitated. She glanced intently around the corner, apparently trying to go unnoticed. When she came to a certain door, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, then readjusted her goggles and quickly and somewhat frantically slipped a message under the door, cursing softly to herself. After that, she moved on quickly, as if she regretted what she had done, but was also relieved to have done it, and then hurried away as fast as she had come.

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Can you tell me where you've been this time? You know very well that these check ups have to be done. Do you think it's fun for me to wait for you to turn up each time and worry about it? I swear, next time I'll report you to your general. I'm sick ot this!

It was at this point that she seemed to pause. The writing suddenly changed, her handwriting became very neat, as if every word had been chosen very carefully, as if she had briefly regained her emotions and her analytical side had resurfaced. And no one was better at getting her to break out of her analytical safety net than Jenot.

I know you're hiding, and I know you don't want any of this. Be angry. Be mad at me if you want. I know you're blocking my datapad messages. I don't care, but I can't let you harm yourself, not like this.

She stopped writing again. What the hell was that all about? She wasn't good with words; she was good at her job, with her hands, but definitely not a psychologist. But she would never forget the day she saw him for the first time. It had not been easy for her; the first time in the GAR was hard. At first she had been over-motivated and full of idealism, thinking she could do something, help off the battlefield, but that had changed quickly after the first badly injured clones had been brought in. She had come to expect a lot from her job, but the experience had traumatised her, as she had been unable to help most of the men beyond holding their hands for a moment. And when she could, many of them were so traumatised that they were eliminated after a short time. Dealing with the clones and seeing how they were treated had been a shock to her, and the fact that there was little she could do about it still tortured her, as it went against everything she had sworn an oath to.

The day CT-1313 was brought in was particularly bad. Nearly the entire 331st Battalion had been wiped out, and those who had managed to get there had either died at her hands or been banned from taking further action. Jenot had been doubly lucky, firstly because the Jedi General Uros Ka had saved him instead of leaving him to die, and secondly because he had known where to take him. The sight that awaited her had been horrible, but the months before had made her so numb that it hardly shocked her anymore. He was missing a forearm, but the bigger problem was clearly his face, which looked terrible. It was not uncommon for her to have to replace injured eyes, a technique she had mastered to perfection and was very proud of. Amongst others, she had fitted Commander Wolffe with a new eye, which had been one of her first operations of this kind. That was the reason why she was still very fond of the clone commander, who was otherwise rather known for his rough and grumpy manner. Jenot's face, however, was barely there; she had to reconstruct both eyes and almost the entire lower jaw.

But she had known immediately that she could save HIM, it was possible, even if she had to bypass GAR protocols. But ambition had gotten the better of her; she could finally do something. It had taken long and difficult procedures to save his life, and when the work was done, she had been so proud of her achievement that she had almost forgotten the cost.

Jenot had been so traumatised and filled with such hatred that she feared she would never be able to allow him to return to duty. His guilt tore him apart, and every day since she had wondered if she had done the right thing, if it had been right to save him and force this life on him. There hadn't been a day since when she hadn't tried everything to make him better, to find his old self again. She became attached to him in a way she had never allowed any of the clones before, and she took his hostility and anger towards her without any resistance because she felt responsible for his fate. For that very reason, she could not allow him to give up after the long and hard road they had already been down.

Please, just a quick check-up, it doesn't have to be in the medbay. I would never report you, I hope you know that. I was just so angry. That should sound familiar. Doc

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 7 - "Eternity is Misery" (Hellsing)

Have some Alucard whump for today's @whumptober story!

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Prompts Used: Radio Silence, 'Can you hear me?' Fandom: Hellsing Character: Alucard

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It had been three days since Alucard had gone radio silent and that did not sit well with Integra. As impudent as the vampire could be at times, he was still unretractably bound to her and the fact that she had heard nothing from him, and he was now over two days late for his mission report, she could only assume something had gone horribly wrong. And not the kind of horribly wrong that ended with Alucard destroying a whole town or something of that nature. This was more serious and Integra fought not to let her nervousness show as she drove with Walter and several of her best men to the location of Alucard's last mission.

Integra reached into her pocket for her cigars and pulled one out, tucking it between her lips. "I swear, if I find him just sitting somewhere ignoring me, I'll rain hell down on him."

"I'm sure there's an explanation for his absence," Walter said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "I'm sure Alucard is aware of how foolish it would be to test your patience."

Integra flicked on her lighter and inhaled as she lit her cigar. "I would hope that he does," she muttered.

But honestly, she genuinely hoped that this was just a case of the vampire being defiant, because she did not want to think about what could have possibly kept him away against his will. If that was the case, and he had somehow been detained by another party, then they had a lot more to worry about than a petulant vampire king.

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It was a seemingly unassuming location but one where suspicious activity had been taking place, leading Integra to initially send Alucard to investigate. What they found when they arrived at the old manor house was silence—too much silence—and yet she could instinctively tell that Alucard was close. His bond to her allowed for that, but it did not feel as tangible as it usually did and that only worried her further. Integra commanded her men to spread out and search the premises as she took Walter with her to search the bowels of the manor.

"I don't like this, Walter," she muttered to him.

"I agree that something does not feel right, Sir Integra," he commented. "Perhaps we should take more precaution…"

Master….Integra….

Integra suddenly stopped as the phantom voice barely whispered in the back of her mind. "Walter," she called and turned down a hallway, heading deeper into the house. There was a locked room at the end of the hall and Integra wasted no time in pulling her pistol and shooting her way in. She shouldered the door aside and stepped into the room, squinting in the sudden bright light after the dim interior of the house, the cause being a giant skylight that currently had the sun pouring in through it.

And below, in the pool of light, lay Alucard.

"Alucard!" Integra rushed over, horror clenching in her chest as she took in the vampire.

He had been stripped to the waist and bound to a table with warded restraints. On top of that, sigils had been carved into his flesh, and multiple silver stakes had been driven through his body, pinning him at the shoulders, ankles, hands, and two through his sides. Integra wasn't sure of the sigils exact function but it was obvious they were binding his powers in some way. He looked horrific, skin burned and blistered by the sun he had been unable to escape for—what? Two-three days, now?

"My God," Integra muttered, already yanking her overcoat off to try and cover his body, using herself to block the sun from his face as she leaned over him. "Walter, call the others in here now."

She could hear the butler on the radio, as she reached down and carefully lifted Alucard's lolling head.

"Alucard, can you hear me?" she called, digging her nails into his jaw. "Answer me, Alucard—that is an order!"

He was unnervingly silent. Integra ground her teeth, hiding her concern with fury. "You better not be playing around, Alucard," she growled out, but was already pulling her glove off with her teeth, biting into her finger until it bled. She lowered the drop of blood to his split and chapped lips, running her finger carefully across them.

"Come now, Alucard. I won't give you any more until you wake up."

Relief washed through her as she watched his lips part slightly, a tongue that sounded as dry as sandpaper darted out to gather the blood from his lips. Eyes fluttered, revealing a familiar crimson light.

"My master…" Alucard whispered.

"That's better," Integra said, fighting to keep the relief from her voice. "What in God's name happened to you?"

A strangled chuckle escaped the vampire's throat. "What indeed?"

The other Hellsing men hurried into the room and Integra shifted around to the head of the table, still shielding Alucard's head with her shadow. "Get him off of this thing now!"

The men swarmed around the table, working at the restraints as Integra bent over Alucard.

"Who was it? Are they still here?"

"No," the vampire whispered. "They've left me to my own devices for the time being. They knew they could not take me at my full power." A slight cough escaped his throat and Integra watched as blood spattered his lips. Likely a result from the silver stakes stuck through him.

She lowered her voice. "How bad are you right now? Do not lie."

A soft chuckle as his eyes flickered open briefly to look at her. "Concerned for me, master? I'm flattered."

"You are an asset I cannot afford to lose," Integra snapped, annoyed by the smirk that turned up his bloody mouth. "So, will you recover?"

"I will need…some time," he said and sounded so tired, so much more tired than she thought she had ever heard him before. Integra could not help the well of worry that settled into her gut.

Alucard flinched with a gasp as one of the men began to pull the stakes from his body.

"Careful!" Integra snapped before she could stop herself.

Another chuckle, wet this time, hissed from his throat. "You are worried about me. How sweet, my Master Integra."

"Shut up and reserve what strength you have left," Integra snapped, fighting the annoyed flush that wanted to spread over her face. Ignoring the terror that consumed her at the thought of losing Alucard, especially to some unknown enemy.

His eyes slid shut, actually seeming to obey her, though he trembled as they finally finished freeing him, betraying his weakness at the moment.

"Walter," Integra called and the butler came to her side instantly. "Help me get him up. Can you stand, Alucard?"

"I will do my best, Master Integra."

She and Walter each took an arm and lifted him up off the table. "Quickly, give him your coats," she snapped at the men.

Several of them peeled off their coats, wrapping them around Alucard's exposed skin and covering his head. It was a slow walk out to the cars, Alucard leaning heavily against Integra and Walter's shoulders. This close, she could feel the tenseness in his body, hear every nearly silent hiss of pain as he moved. His bare feet left bloody footprints behind and Integra realized they had also carved sigils into the soles of his feet. Still, she knew offering to have the men carry him would only wound Alucard's pride. He would recover in time. He always did. She had no reason to worry.

He seemed impossibly weak by the time they got back to the car, slumping into the backseat with a cut off sigh of relief. The car was equipped with well-tinted windows specifically so that Alucard could ride in it comfortably during the day if need be, but he still stayed bundled in the various coats, slumped against the seats, head hanging toward his chest.

Integra turned to her men. "Stay and investigate. I want to know who did this," she said before turning to Walter. "Let's go, Walter."

The butler nodded and Integra climbed into the backseat next to Alucard.

As the car started, the injured vampire lolled his head toward her, eyes opening briefly, peeking out from behind tangled hair.

Integra finally allowed herself to reach for another cigar, lighting it and waiting for the smoke to fill her lungs, calming her.

"Master Integra?" Alucard rasped and the woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Would it be…too bold to ask for a donation of blood?"

Integra plucked the cigar from her lips. "Did I not already give you some?"

A sigh. "It will take…much more than that for me to heal. These sigils…even now they're binding my strength. If I cannot heal them, then I cannot heal the rest of me."

Integra glanced up at him, wondering what else had been done to the vampire during his captivity. He was hunched toward her, head very nearly resting on her shoulder, eyes practically begging. She refused to conjure the image of a begging puppy, and normally she would have told him to sod off, but she had never seen him injured this badly before. He was actually…hurting…and that didn't sit well with her at all.

She took another long draw from the cigar before she stubbed it out and started to roll up her sleeve.

"Very well, but just this once, mind you," she said. "I will not tolerate you getting any ideas that you can ask for more than a drop of my blood any time you wish."

"Of course not, Master," Alucard said quietly, a small smile gracing his lips. "Your generosity is much appreciated."

Integra grunted and pulled a knife from her pocket, bringing it to her forearm. She cut a thin line through her flesh and watched Alucard's eyes fix on the red line of beaded blood, nostrils flaring.

"There, come drink. But only what you need, understand?"

Alucard slumped limply, cheek propped against her arm just like a loyal dog. Integra's eyebrows knitted together with brief annoyance at his boldness, but she did not scold him, simply pressed the arm she had cut to his mouth and allowed him to drink from her veins. He brought one bloody hand up to cradle her wrist in a gentle way as if she were a delicate thing he was scared to break.

His eyes slid shut as he drank, his wounded body relaxing into the seats.

Integra leaned back, watching him intently as his tongue worked against her wound. He was careful not to let his fangs catch on her skin and she realized that he must be exercising an impossible amount of restraint right now so as not to simply drain her in one go.

Something fluttering very close to affection made its way through Integra and she brought her free hand up to rest against the soft, dark locks, unable to resist running her fingers through them.

"Alucard, when we get back, I want you to rest for as long as it takes you to heal," she said decisively.

He stopped drinking her blood and turned to look up at her with some surprise. "But, Master, surely I am needed with this new threat."

"Providing what information you can will be enough, I cannot risk letting them take you again," Integra told him, fingers tightening against the back of his skull to make sure he got her meaning. "I don't take kindly to those who try to take what belongs to me. Your orders are simply to rest up and heal. You will be no good to me in such a weakened state."

A small smile, perhaps more grateful than anything, spread across his lips this time, and Alucard pulled Integra's hand to his lips, kissing it. "As my master wishes."

Integra nodded firmly, her other hand subconsciously stroking his hair once before she allowed him to go back to feeding, already planning the hell she would rain down on anyone who dared assume they could take the vampire from her.

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[jasper-rolls]

Would you please unblock me on Deviantart, Twitter and Furaffinity please? What happened wasn't my fault, it was MrDrawingLover's fault for harrassing me over one story that I did. I wouldn't do anything to me, please just unblock me already. If this is about me not telling you how old I was when I was joining the character tf server, i'm in my 20's, I was just too shy to enter it on the server.

for my regular followers: sorry, this is some shit that’s like...completely unrelated to anything you would be aware of. this dude has been harassing me on several other sites and i’ve kind of had it. feel free to skip past this post, or...if you care, ask me for more details, but they’re mostly here

anyway

nathan

i’m gonna clear this up, because you seem to have gotten the completely wrong idea about why i blocked you

i did not block you because i thought you were fatphobic for whatever reason - i’ve never thought that about you and had no reason to. i didn’t block you because of anything mrdrawinglover did, that all came after. the server had nothing to do with it - in fact, as i remember it, we told you that you needed to enter your age, and you left without saying anything. you didn’t have to say it in the server, you could’ve sent a message to the mods and we would have let you in, but frankly i’m glad in the end we didn’t, because the reason i blocked you and have continued to do so was entirely done by your own hand.

the initial reasoning for blocking you was how you acted in the wake of bernadonner no longer wanting to be friends with you and trying to make it at least be a clean break, because you decided instead that you wanted to be vindictive and write creepy stories where you...punish her for that. and don’t pretend those don’t exist because you deleted them or whatever - i saw the tepig one where you use her older username. this isn’t a particularly good way to act, even towards people you hate! it’s deeply creepy and unpleasant. this isn’t how you act when you want people to like you, it sends a message, and the message is “i am vindictive and i will punish you for any perceived slight against myself”. i saw the shit you wrote after she no longer wanted to be friends with you, and i thought, “hm, this guy is kind of weird and creepy. block.” and really, we could’ve just left it there.

but, no, you didn’t want to leave it there, because then you started writing this kind of shit about me and my friends. i saw quron. i saw the rants about me. i saw the weird...fucking, lyrics parodies that did nothing but creep me out. i saw the rants about mrdrawinglover, and the stories you wrote about Definitely Not Him I Swear, and the extended stuff about bernadonner too. i fucking saw you trying to report her to the discord reddit?? what the fuck, dude?? i saw the shit you posted on quora where you re-write the conversations they had with you to make you seem calm and clever and collected while they splutter hypocritically, and i saw the actual conversations they were clearly based on, which really don’t make you look so good, so obviously you’d want to re-write them.

and i know your favourite excuse is “it’s not them because of this minor detail that’s different”, and...man, if you wanna keep believing that excuse for you own sake, then go right ahead, but i’m going to tell you right now: master of subtlety you are not. it is painfully obvious who you are writing about when you write that shit, and it’s not cute either

and that’s enough for a block for life, but then you had to go and rope my boyfriends into it too? acting all simpering and apologetic and trying to butter them up, like they couldn’t just turn to me and ask “hey, what’s the deal with this weird guy?” like i wouldn’t tell them? they have fuck all to do with any of this drama, and i deeply resent that you tried to go around behind my back to them.

i am sick of you trying to evade my blocking you by going to other sites, i’m sick of you trying to harass me and my friends and my boyfriends because you have this fucking unhinged obsession with me. take a fucking hint. stop.

i don’t want to know you, and i don’t want to be friends with you, not when i’ve seen how you treat the people you think are your friends. you’re crying crocodile tears about how sorry and sad you are for what you’ve done, and then maybe a day or so later, if we’re lucky, you keep on being the vindictive little shit you apparently always have been.

that’s why i blocked you, because who would want to be friends with a person like that? i’m fairly sure the only reason anyone deigns to spend time around you is because you hide what an asshole you are from anyone new you meet, re-editing and re-writing and deleting the bad stuff to make you seem like you’ve always been in the right. if anyone cares to ask about the evidence, i have like...plenty of your creepy shit archived and capped. if anyone ever wants to know what a weird little shithead you are, i am flooded with evidence i can show them. you did this to yourself.

don’t talk to me. don’t talk to my boyfriends. don’t talk to my friends. stop contacting us. stop contacting me stop trying to evade blocks, stop trying to act like you’re really sorry when i know you’re going to turn right around and write some other creepy minific that’s Based on a concept, where the concept is me and my friends, and you doing whatever creepy shit you want to do to punish us for daring to slight you.

if you take one lesson from this experience - at the very least, just keep that shit to yourself. like if you have to write it to get it out, then write it, but when you post it publicly, you show your hand as to what a little shithead you really are, and its because you do that that i learned the kind of person you are, and subsequently have absolutely no desire to ever unblock you or have any kind of cordial relationship with you. you dug your own grave. you did this to yourself. the only way this stops happening to you is when you stop doing this shit.

now go...fucking, re-write this or whatever in an sad attempt to make me look bad. whatever you need to do to cope. but just know that you're only winning inside your own head.

[cinaminho]

Woman Like Me | H. Jisung

Group: Straykids

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings:'lil fluff,, some mild violence,, swearing,, funny??,, Tiny Angst

Requested: Yes, " [Mafia] can I get something where you get smart mouth in front of Jisung and his gang and we’ll you finish he rest 😂😂"

Plot - His Temper has been tested many times with all the frustrations of being a mafia tech plus a part time hitman , his daily activities are stressful enough. With a Hot headed tantalizing lover like you He would've guessed being together would be a different level of difficulty, but not this difficult and how is that even though you make that Tiny vein pop near his temple in frustration that'd he finds it addictive and more reason to fall for you even if he isn't willing to admit it to anyone.

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Sidenote - I didn't know if you wanted it long or short so I apologize if it's too short.. Or long.

It wasn't unknown that'd you'd pop up at the SKZ's headquarters it'd gotten to the point where no one questioned you when you walked in nor did you acknowledge anyone standing guard out of the fifteen men and women per side you had to go through , they knew not to Question Han Jisung's future wife. You guys are engaged so an unlikely alliance can be formed between two former rival mafias as your brother is meant to take over your Father's corporation soon.

Although Jisung and the rest of your father's or should you say Brother's mafia got along well as you did with the other 8 most important Members of Stray Mafia, you two had a very Rocky beggining and bolders were about to be tumbling your way soon if you two couldn't at least learn to be friendly with one another.

Mafia merging wasn't unheard of it usually did involve two children from the opposite gangs getting married but those things didn't last nor seem believable since ninety nine percent of them were forced yours being one of them. Mafias never stayed merged when the lovers from opposing sides didn't get along it'd cause them to clash even worse than before the arranged marriage.

You guys had to make it seem genuine in order to establish your mafias as a bigger threat. Your eyes trained ahead focused on the automatic opening doors infront of you that you'd soon enter which would be the main part of the headquarters a.ka. The surveillance room where Jisung worked. Your feet tapped against the shiny metal tiles beneath you as you walked into the room inhaling the smell of disinfectant whipes, you bet Jisung whiped all the technical equipment down.

You looked around seeing many familiar and unfamiliar faces moving about doing different things, checking surveillance, fixing equipment, testing equipment you name it, to anyone even you it looked like a C.I.A organization which is what they kind of were but, you know, on the more crooked side.

You Spotted Jisung where he'd normally be behind what you'd describe as a fence of tables with Computers , cameras , and other technology fenced around him with a big enough opening for someone to walk through, though, no one besides The other 8 elite stray members and you came to that side of Jisungs work space.

Speaking of the other 8 members that's exactly where they were, chattering. You strolled over confidently clearing your throat Making your arrival known to those who had their backs to you including Jisung who spun in his computer chair to see you his giddy smile instantly dropping once he saw you a frown replacing it which brought you a smile of your own . "Not happy to see me I'm assuming." Your voice laced with fake concern. Jisung rolled his eyes already knowing you were being fake, "Exactly so don't ever assume otherwise."

He sassed back. A glare war began between the two of you. "Well~ The love birds bickering Begins." Chan clapped causing both of your attention to snap to him, "My favorite part of Y/n visiting." Hyunjin chuckled. "Y/n it's lovely to see you!" Jeongin chimed in Bowing to you before embracing you in a hug which you returned.

You clearly heard Jisung groan in annoyance making you two let each other go "Can't you see they're evil yet you still like them?" , "Y/n is nice to us and actually is useful when we need help finding a location if we can't get to you." Seungmin countered from Behind Jisung leaning against one of the computer desks, "I also don't kill people." You added "That hasn't been proven." Jisung grumbled sneering at you.

"Oh whatever Jisung, get back to typing fake reports on the computer, yes? The day is slow so what the hell could you possibly be doing." Within two point zero seconds a chorus of 'ooh's' were heard from the other members , you cockily lifted a brow crossing your arms because what'd he have to say now?

"My God, Jisung, you really have a fireball on your hands eh?" Felix chuckled. "Leave him alone he's clearly angry." , "Ohh this is good." Minho and Changbin added. "Ruffling a few of his feathers won't get him completely heated up, Right Jisung... Jisung?" Woojin had gotten no response from the young technician who's eyes were hooded black with rage.

You seen him angry but didn't flinch an eyelid, the way he was gripping the arms of the chair as he began to tremble it didn't look like he was breathing as his lips were pressed together roughly and his entire face almost completely bright red .

"Take it easy Jisung it's just kidding around , Alright?" The leader cautiously spoke being the first after you to take notice in his anger. You still were feeding off of his anger satisfied that you could bother him like this and infront of his colleagues or friends was absolutely beautiful to you. You could tell by the twitching of his fingers that he was ready to boil over just about.

Good because that's what you wanted, let him make a scene and be embarrassed by the attention lashing out later at the onlookers. Jisung squeezed his eyes shut for a minute or two before opening them looking as if all anger had vanished you discretely furrowed your brows which Jisung caught and gave you a knowing smirk making you grit your teeth silently.

He stood up from his seat making all the curious males eye him carefully as he took heavy steps towards your frame. "Y/n may I talk to you in the combat room?" His voice was honeyed you became suspicious naturally at the lack of aggravation in his voice, "why i-" , "Combat room, now." He quickly spat forcing you to turn in the opposite direction and walk until you two disappeared out the doors and down the halls .

"You don't think..." Hyunjin asked trailing off knowing that Chan knew what he was asking by his suggestive tone "Not in my combat room." He said flatly eyes still on the automatic door you two had exited out of , "Of course not you freak." Woojin mumbled.

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You felt Like Jisung was shooting darts with his eyes at the back of your head forcing you to stop and face him "Jisung I hope you-" , "No talking until in the combat room." He blunty spoke pointing for you to face the opposite way again and head into the room. You growled quietly before obeying.

Your eyes scanned each side of the halls for the combat room you were so lost in space that you didn't notice Jisung had stopped, "The door is right here you Dimwitted Ninny." Jisung called out making you instantly turn around stomping towards him glaring harder than ever letting him know that you didn't take lightly to that name but all he did was tilt his head signaling for you to go inside. You slipped passed him eyes not leaving his suspicious of what he might do but once you were sure he wouldn't try anything you took in the scenery of the blue soft padded wall room.

You sighed turning to him nonchalantly "I know what this is about." Jisung closed the door before turning to you, "You don't say?" His sarcasm was more than clear "Yes it's about what happened out there." You concluded. Jisung let out a Taut chuckle, "Yeah you really had 'em goin out there." You were sure despite the chuckle that he was far from amused "Look Jisung, WOAH!" Was all you could say followed by a puff of air leaving your lips wincing as your back collided with the Tile floor.

You cradled the back of your head letting out strangled shrieks in pain it took you a few moments to come back to your senses, "Did you.. Did you just PUSH ME?!" You spoke almost wheezing. "Yeah and I owe you more than that!" He announced.

Within seconds you were off the floor and before you knew it infront of him with the back of your hand colliding harshly with his face causing an echoing smack in the room. If you were in shock before then he was absolutely stunned now, "Did you just.." , "bitch slap you? Yes I did and I owe you more Than That!" You laughed bitterly restating his previous words to you.

"You really are the fiancee from hell!" He spoke thickly making you scoff sending him another blow but this time with your foot to his knee making him double over instantly grimacing in pain , "hmph, almost looks like when you proposed." You said satisfied and walking towards the door dusting yourself off.

Your two feet were brought from under you though as Jisung had other plans once again making you collide with the floor and groan in pain, Jisung quickly pinned himself over you fighting to get your hands down, "Are you seriously fighting me right now?!" , "It's the combat room isn't it?" He said struggling above you as you were pretty strong "your fighting skills are as weak as your hacking!" , "Your blocking skills are as weak as your driving skills Master 'I don't know how to parallel park'" .

You found a way to bring your knee up and powerfull into his chest causing him to fumble back and grip it you'd definitely knocked the air out of him pouncing on him giving him no chance to recover "You're unbelievable!" "For Enjoy this? I know!" , You almost stopped immediately "Wait you like this?" You said out of breath sitting up but he didn't answer instead he sent a painful blow to your shoulder your yelp in pain could've broke the windows.

Jisung stood up cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back "Yep I do and now that I've handle that I can get back to work." Jisung jumped up and approached the door but it came swinging open revealing a very panicked and concerned leader also Hyunjin along with an amused Changbin and Minho, "ohhh so that's what all the tusseling was." Changbin smirked "Oh thank God!!" Chan sighed relieved.

"Yeah guys I just had to handle-" An 'umph' was heard from Jisung as his entire front came in contact with the wall infront of him and his arm behind his back pressing to pop out of it's socket all of which wad being done by you, "You could never handle a woman like me." You panted out smirking. Little did you know he was smirking as well.

He'd grown to enjoy these little matches because that meant more space for loving once you tied the knot and less fighting ,you guys just found things to pick at simply because it turned into lowkey flirting though that wasn't how it started out but you both were aware that it's what it'd progressed too, this was a bit more obvious though neither would admit it, hard to explain, didn't make sense, it was all complicated but it was how you two did things.

"So should we break this up?" Hyunjin asked "Ruin their Date? I don't think so, c'mon guys, back to the main headquarters." Chan ushered while closing the door leaving you two to wrestle with a chorus of Disappointed cries from the boys as they left.

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That ending was bad and I planned for it to be different but I'm just now finishing this at 3 a.m. so give me a break... Please? Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it, I'll fix the typos later but I must sleep now ❤.