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triptuckers · 3 years ago

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Come back to me - Jesper Fahey

Request: yes! "Hi, how are you? Would it be okay for me request a Jesper fic? Maybe something where the reader and Jesper are together and she is also part of the Crows. Since she has a set of skills quite similar to Inej, the two of you are usually paired up during crows missions. On this particular mission you are also paired up with Inej while the others are off somehwhere doing their part of the mission. But then when the two of you don’t appear at the rendezvous point on the agreed upon time Jesper grows extremely worried that something might’ve happened. What completly takes him over the edge is when a wounded Inej appears stating that something happened that resulted in you getting separated from each other and that she was hoping that maybe you arrived already and that’s she doesn’t know what state you might be in." Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary: When you don't show up at the rendezvous point in time, Jesper starts to worry about you, especially when Inej - your partner for the job - shows up without you Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, death, vomiting, bruises, language Word count: 3.1K A/N: you ask for angst? I shall write angst TAG LIST (Jesper Fahey): @mufnasa @mmvi-cdxx @brick-by-brick553@treasureofmy-heart TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler@romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza@whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1@marlenaisnthappy @brekker-zenik @just-deka @graceknxwlson @the-very-tired-mess @sassybadqueen

There's an anxious feeling in the air. Everyone's feeling it, too nervous to talk. But no one is as nervous or anxious as Jesper.

All of them are waiting at the rendezvous point. All of them, except for you and Inej. Kaz had told them to meet at midnight sharp, and almost everyone was on time. Even Jesper was, which is rare.

He'd expected you to wait there for him, to wave happily at him. You were always smiling a lot when a job went well. He was ready to greet you and pull you in a tight hug, but when he arrived with Nina, only Kaz, Matthias and Wylan had returned.

Jesper figured you'd be there, but he'd just have to wait a little longer. There was still time until midnight. But as the minutes grow, and there's no sign of you or Inej, Jesper is getting more nervous.

After a while, he can't take it anymore, and starts to pace around. He's fidgeting with his fingers or twisting his guns in the air. Anything to help him stay focused.

'Jesper, stop being so twitchy.' snaps Kaz. 'You're making everyone nervous.'

'They should have been back fifteen minutes ago.' says Jesper, matching Kaz' irritated tone. 'We all know Y/N and Inej are always on time.'

'Then worry in silence.' says Kaz.

'How the fuck can you say that?' says Jesper, getting frustrated no one seems to be as stressed as he is. 'Did you not hear me? They are always on time.'

'Well maybe-'

Kaz' voice is cut off by a sharp gasp from Nina. Jesper whirls around to see what Nina's looking at. In the distance, they see someone emerge from the shadows.

Whoever it is, they appear to be hurt. They're pressing a hand to their side and leaning heavily to one side as they walk.

Jesper's heart begins to race. He senses everyone around him tenses up as well. His hand is on one of his guns in case it's a trap.

Then the figure emerges from the dark and they see it's Inej.

While he should be glad to see Inej is alive, this makes Jesper even more worried.

Inej showing up, alone. And hurt. What did that have to say about your state? And where are you?

Jesper stands rooted to the spot, but Nina rushes over to Inej. She helps her to walk the last bit to the others. Nina starts to go over Inej' injuries, but Inej only looks at Jesper.

'We got separated.' she says, looking utterly miserable. 'There were guards we didn't expect and we would have a bigger chance of getting away if we split up. We were supposed to meet up again, but I never saw Y/N. I would have waited longer, but I need a healer or a medic.'

Jesper forces a nod at Inej. 'At least you're safe.' he says before peering in the distance, looking for you. He can't be mad that Inej made it back and you didn't. It's not Inej' fault.

'I don't know where she is or if she's okay.' says Inej, voice breaking as she speaks. 'I'm so sorry Jesper.'

'Don't be.' says Jesper, voice tense with anxiety. 'It's not your fault.'

Kaz steps in front of Inej, looking at her bloodied side.

'Matthias, Wylan, get Inej back to the Slat. Find a healer or a medic. And fast.' says Kaz.

None of them move.

'I could heal her here.' offers Nina. 'Then we can all stay.'

Jesper knows they're al worried about you. They want you to come back. Everyone always comes back. So you have to come back as well.

'It's too risky.' says Kaz. 'I need you here in case we find Y/N and you can still heal her.'

'Don't say that.' mumbles Jesper.

'Don't say what?' says Kaz.

'In case we find her.' says Jesper, repeating Kaz' words. 'We'll find her. We're going to find her.'

'Then we have to get moving.' says Nina. 'And fast.'

After Inej tells them where she last saw you, Matthias and Wylan take her back to the Slat, leaving the others behind.

'We have to split up.' says Kaz. 'We haven't been made yet, but no doubt they're going to send more guards. So be quiet, but fast. Find a way to signal the others if- when we find her.'

Without waiting another second, Jesper takes off.

He walks through the dark, listening for any sound. His heart hammers in this chest, and he's afraid someone can hear it. He's not sure if he even wants to find you. The thought of finding you heavily injured - or worse - is almost unbearable.

Right before you and Inej said goodbye to the others, you'd winked at him. Told him that you'd buy the first round of drinks that night. He'd laughed and said he would buy the first round, insisted on being a gentleman for you.

He'd never even considered you might not make it back.

Jesper manoeuvres through the dark, a hand on his gun in case he ran into trouble.

He's listening for any sound of you, or a signal of Kaz or Nina. Then he thinks of Inej, who got hurt. She didn't say how she got hurt or who was responsible. He should have asked her when he had the chance.

His eyes notice something on the ground, glistering in the moonlight.

Jesper crouches down to take a closer look at it. He thought it was water at first, but one look at the dark liquid and he notices it is blood.

Fuck.

Could it belong to Inej? Or one of her attackers? And if it wasn't one of those, did it belong to you? Was this why you didn't show up at the rendezvous point?

Jesper looks further ahead and sees more drops of blood. Occasionally there's more, indicating whoever it was that was bleeding had stopped, then continued to walk.

With newfound hope, Jesper follow the trail.

He might not like what he'll find, but if it was you, he could help. He didn't know a lot about healing and treating injuries, but he could help stop the bleeding. He'd signal for Kaz or Nina, and Nina would be able to heal you.

His pace quickens and he doesn't care how much sound he makes or who might hear him. If that blood was yours, he had to find you. And he had to find you fast.

Jesper walks around a corner and spots a figure in the distance.

They're walking slowly, occasionally stopping to lean against the wall. Then they push themselves up to keep on walking.

Jesper slowly inches closer, a hand on his gun. Then the person in the distance walks through a stream of light of a street light, and he recognises the hair colour.

'Oh, fuck.' he murmurs. Then he takes off in a run.

When he's right behind you, you turn around, knife in your hand. But Jesper can tell you don't have enough strength left in your body to fight off someone.

Jesper's eyes widen when he sees your blood soaked clothes.

'No.' he says. 'Oh fuck, fuck, no.'

It seems like his voice brings you back to reality.

'Jes?' you say in a hoarse voice. 'What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the rendezvous point.'

'Oh, saints, Y/N, this is bad.' he mumbles.

'I think you need to buy the first round.' you manage to choke out. And then you collapse in his arms.

'No!' says Jesper, louder than he meant to. But he doesn't care who might hear him right now. He's still got his guns and his quick shooting skills.

Jesper pulls you in his lap, pressing a hand to your bleeding side.

'Sorry.' you say softly.

'What on earth do you have to apologise for?' mumbles Jesper as he focuses on your injuries.

'M bleeding all over your coat. I know it's your favourite.' you say, pouting slightly.

'I'll get a new one.' says Jesper. 'Save your strength. What happened?'

'Inej and I got jumped. We ran. Inej got stabbed. Then I got stabbed. And I got shot. I also got punched in the face so I'll be less pretty with a huge bruise on my face.' you say softly, feeling your eyes grow heavier.

Jesper seems to notice and gently pats your cheek.

'Stay awake for me, love.' he says, his voice slightly trembling. 'Still need to buy you that drink.'

'Hmm.' you hum, briefly closing your eyes. 'Did Inej make it back?'

'Yes, Wylan and Matthias took her back to the Slat, she'll be okay. Like you.' says Jesper. 'Help is on the way.

You reach out and grab one of Jesper's hands. You smile weakly and Jesper shakes his head.

'No, no, don't you dare.' he says, tears forming in his eyes. 'Don't you fucking dare say goodbye, Y/N. This is not goodbye.'

'Just in case.' you say softly. 'In case I don't make it.'

'Don't say that!' says Jesper, getting frustrated with you. 'You're not dying on me now, Y/N, just hold on a little longer.'

'M trying.' you say. 'It hurts.'

'I know it does, love, just stay awake for me. At least long enough until Nina comes.' says Jesper.

'You know I love you, right?' you say softly, voice barely louder than a whisper.

'Don't say goodbye.' says Jesper. 'Don't go.'

'Say it back.' you say.

Jesper shakes his head. 'I'll tell you when you're okay, when Nina's taking care of you.' he says.

'Jesper, please.' you say, almost begging him. 'Say it back.'

'When you're okay.' says Jesper, tears now falling down his cheeks.

You squeeze his hand with as much strength as you can gather, silently asking him again.

'I love you.' he says softly. 'I always have and I always will.'

You smile weakly and feel your eyes become heavier. 'Good to know.' you whisper.

And then you close your eyes.

Jesper's eyes widen. 'No.' he says, softly shaking you. 'No, no, fuck!'

His fingers quickly search for a pulse, but in his panicked state he can barely concentrate.

'No, no, no.' he keeps mumbling.

He looks up, desperate to see Nina or Kaz. But there's no one. No one but you laying in his arms, closed eyes and a shirt soaked with blood.

'Nina!' he yells. He doesn't care who can hear him. Friend or foe, he needs someone.

'Nina!' Jesper yells again. 'Nina! Over here! I found her! Nina!'

He keeps yelling until his voice is hoarse and his throat sore. He keeps on yelling and yelling until finally, someone runs toward him in the distance.

'Nina.' he says weakly. 'I- uh- I found her.'

Nina immediately flexes her fingers and starts to work on your injuries. Jesper wants to ask her if you're going to be okay, but he's afraid of the answer.

While Nina words on healing you, Kaz finds you as well. His expression is blank as he looks at your limp body in Jesper's arms. He tries not to show it, but he's terrified as well.

Finally, Nina turns to Jesper.

'I did the best I could.' she says softly. 'We have to take her back to the Slat, find a proper healer. She might still have a chance.'

'Okay.' says Jesper, suddenly feeling numb, as if he no longer has any emotion in his body.

'Can you carry her back to the Slat?' asks Nina.

Jesper nods, rising to his feet while clutching your body to his chest.

He walks back to the Slat as fast as he can, followed by Nina and Kaz. He's trying not to look down at your face, or think too much about you.

Instead, he forces himself to focus on Nina's words.

She might still have a chance.

It was going to be okay. They'd find a Grisha healer who could help you. Who could heal you where Nina couldn't. You were going to be okay.

Back at the Slat, it looks like Inej only had minor injuries. She's sitting in a chair, fresh bandages peeking out underneath her shirt. She jumps to her feet when she sees you in Jesper's arms, and winces at the sudden movement.

Jesper doesn't say anything, merely spares her a glance as he starts to walk up the stairs to your shared room.

He pushes open the door and gently places you on the bed.

Jesper sinks into a chair next to the bed and allows his tears to flow freely. You don't look like yourself. Your face is pale, your shirt still soaked with blood. You looked like a stranger to him. He doesn't want this to be his last memory of you.

He has no sense of time, and when Nina bursts through the door, he doesn't know how long it has been. She's closely followed by a boy Jesper doesn't know.

Nina quickly introduces him as a Grisha healer, and the boy gets to work.

Nina watches Jesper, who is watching you.

'Jes?' she says softly. 'Are you okay?'

Jesper shakes his head. 'I'm going to throw up.' he says, and then he rushes to the bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet. Nina rubs his back as he throws up.

He stays there, unable to look at you any longer and afraid he might throw up again. He's trembling all over and no matter how hard he tries it, he can't seem to make it stop. Nina stands between the door of the bathroom and the bed, watching both you and Jesper.

Finally, Jesper hears the healer speak up.

'That's it.' he says. 'I've healed her, she should wake up in a few days. Don't wake her, just wait for her to wake up on her own.' he says.

Jesper hears how the healer leaves, and Nina is back by his side.

'Jesper?' she says.

He looks over his shoulder at her, and is met by her smile but also her tear stained cheeks. Of course. You're their friend too.

'I'll change her shirt, okay? Maybe you can come back after that? Sit with her?' she says.

Jesper nods and pushes himself to his feet. 'There's clean shirts in the closet.' he says softly. 'Just grab one, doesn't matter if it belongs to me or her.'

He waits for a few minutes before entering the room again. Nina's changed your shirt and got rid of the bloodied shirt. Your hair is still messy and there's indeed a nasty bruise forming on your face.

But most of your wounds are covered in bandages. Jesper holds back new tears as he approaches you.

He slowly sits down in the chair and takes your hand in his. He's surprised by how warm it still is. He hopes that's a good sign.

'Y/N, love?' he says softly. 'Look, I don't know if you can hear me, but I need you to wake up, okay? Just come back to me. I still have to buy that first round of drinks. And I still need to take you to Novyi Zem to dad's farm. You still have to meet him.'

He reaches out to brush some of your hair out of your face.

'Come back to me, sweetheart. I need you. I can't do this without you.' says Jesper softly.

He sits with you for a while, just looking at you and holding your hand. Occasionally, someone comes in to check on you or Jesper. Eventually, sleep takes over.

Jesper wakes to the feeling of something on his cheek.

When he opens his eyes, he sees it's your hand. Your eyes are open and you're softly talking to someone who is standing behind him. When you notice he's awake, you offer a weak smile.

'Hey you.' you say softly.

At the sound of your voice, new tears roll down his cheek.

'Oh, saints.' he says, lifting his head and grabbing your hand with both of his, pressing kisses to your bruised knuckles. 'Fuck, I thought you weren't going to wake up.' he says.

'Can't get rid of me that easily.' you say. You look at the person standing behind Jesper. 'Thanks for the tea, Inej.' you say.

Jesper hears the door closing behind him. Though the didn't hear any footsteps, he knows Inej left the room.

You look at him again.

'Don't you ever fucking do that again, you hear me?' he says firmly. 'Never. Saints, that was awful.'

'Sorry.' you say. 'Your eyes are red.'

'Yeah, no shit. I thought you died in my arms. I threw up a lot.' he says.

'I thought I died in your arms.' you say. 'Next thing I know I wake up with Inej watching me so intensely I thought she was going to stare right through me.'

Jesper chuckles and pulls his chair closer to you.

'I'm serious, though.' he says. 'Don't do that again.'

'I won't.' you say. 'I asked Kaz to put me on some of the low risk jobs for a while. Just until I feel like I'm ready to handle more.'

'Smart.' says Jesper.

'I'm sorry, really.' you say. 'That you had to go through that. I can't imagine what if felt like.'

Jesper raises his eyebrows. 'You almost died and you're the one apologising to me?' he says.

'For almost dying in your arms, yes.' you correct him.

'Don't apologise.' says Jesper. 'Just tell me whoever did this so I can put a bullet in their head.'

This time, you raise your eyebrows. 'You think I let them get away?' you say.

'Well, I don't know. Maybe?' says Jesper. 'You could barely walk when I found you.'

'I did let them get away.' you say. 'But with at least three knives in their chest. There's a good change I hit a lung or some other vital organ.'

Jesper grins. 'That's my girl.' he says.

You smile at him. 'Now come here.' you say. 'As long as you don't lay your entire body weight on top of me, you can lay next to me.'

You carefully scoot over and make some room for him. Jesper climbs into the bed next to you and you rest your head on his chest.

'Thank you.' you say.

'For what?' says Jesper.

'Staying with me.' you say.

'Always.' says Jesper, and you feel how he kisses your forehead before you fall asleep.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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kozozaki · 4 years ago

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The Blame - Ranboo x Reader Chapter 3

Y/n ended up falling asleep at Tommy's house from a combination of stress and just plain tiredness. She yawned quietly and started climbing the ladder, walking towards L'manburg. She got to the top of the staircase before stopping abruptly.

"What the hell?!" She ran towards the now walled-in country, running her hand against the rocky obsidian. She could hear the angry and confused voices of Tubbo and Big Q on the other side. "Guys?" Y/n yelled to get their attention.

"Y/n?" Tubbo said from behind the wall

“Tubbo, what is this wall? Why is this here?”

“That’s exactly what I want to know!”

Y/n dug a small hole in the wall. “I haven’t seen you in a while so I came to L’manburg, but this isn’t what I was expecting…” she looked through the window of the camarvan to see Quackity yelling at Tommy. Her eyes narrowed, she knew why the walls were there, and she knew who put the walls up too.

“Y/n, let’s get inside the van, Fundy will be here soon,” Tubbo said. She nodded but didn’t go into the van yet.

“Y/n, do you know what happened to my house?” George was there. She froze.

“Something happened to your house?” She played dumb.

“Yeah, it was burnt and robbed. Dream said it was Tommy.” Of course Dream said it was Tommy. He wasn’t wrong per-se, but Dream was always out to get Tommy in one way or another, and it pissed Y/n off.

“Is that why there are walls around L’manburg?” George nodded. She looked at the town center, more specifically Ranboo. He didn't have his sunglasses on. His eyes were heterochromatic, one green, and one red. They looked really pretty.

Ranboo gave Y/n a worried look, basically asking if she was okay. She nodded and waved. He waved back, still looking concerned. Tommy, Quackity, Tubbo, and Fundy exited the camarvan. “Let’s go speak to Dream,” Tubbo suggested. No one answered, but everyone followed.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” Tommy asked.

“Tommy, I can’t go one day without waking up and being pissed at my brother,” she admitted. They were far enough behind the others now that they wouldn’t hear, “Tommy, they have no idea Ranboo and I were involved, they’ve tunnel-visioned on you. I would take the blame from you, but they wouldn’t care, they would just punish us both. If Ranboo gets blamed, I’m gonna take the heat for him.”

“But Y/n-”

“No, Tommy, I’m gonna take the criticism for him, and that’s final, no objections. His life is probably worth 3 times as much as mine, so it’ll be more beneficial.”

“I won’t argue with you, but I will argue that your life is equal to or higher than everyone’s, at least agree to that,” Tommy hated when she put herself down like that.

“I would be lying if I said I agree with you,” she said in a monotone voice.

“Tch. Look, it’s the green bastard.”

“Dream. Why did you build these walls around L’manburg?” Tubbo asked. Ghostbur was saying the other day how everyone seemed to prefer him dead than alive, but if Y/n were being honest, even in Wilbur’s slightly psychotic state, she would have preferred him as the president.

“Just as an incentive,” Dream looked at Y/n. She longed to rip that patronizing smile off his face. He knew she helped, but he was waiting to see if she would throw herself under the bus to save Ranboo. He knew her more than she knew herself, “If Tommy doesn’t get punished for griefing George’s house soon, the walls will expand.”

Tubbo thought it over for a moment, “Let’s go to the courthouse.”

Once the group arrived, Tommy was put in a holding cell. Quackity was speaking to him. Y/n was sat next to Ranboo, they were both on edge. “Tommy, I’m on your side, but I have to be unbiased as possible. George, if you would like to explain what happened.”

“I’m just walking around the SMP and was told by someone who asked to remain anonymous that my home was burnt down, and I thought they were joking. So I asked them who did it, and the names I was given were Tommy, but there were two more. Y/n and Ranboo.” A series of gasps rang throughout the other members in the courthouse. Y/n immediately looked to the ground. She couldn’t defend Ranboo if they were both being sussed.

“Ranboo, Y/n, I’m gonna have to ask you to step into this cell here,” Tubbo ushered the two into the compact cell.

Y/n looked down at the lava. She whispered, “Anonymous my ass, it’s obviously Dream.”

“It probably is, but they aren’t completely sure we did it. As much as I hate saying it, they already know Tommy did it, nothing is gonna change their minds. We have to stay as innocent-looking as we can,” he definitely wasn’t lying, the two needed to stay as indifferent as they could.

“Tubbo please, listen to me, I have 4 witnesses, Captain Puffy, Nihachu, Ranboo, and Y/n, I was with them last night. Isn’t that right, Niki?” This idiot, it doesn’t help when two of his witnesses are prime suspects.

“I didn’t see Y/n,” Niki says. She was right, Y/n wasn’t there, but for reasons unrelated to the robbing.

“I, I felt really nauseous, so I was at Tommy’s house while Ranboo and him were helping you guys.”

“Right, Ranboo, shed some light on the situation please.” Tubbo’s monotone voice was intimidating Y/n a bit, he had always been the more cheery person in every group.

“Okay, umm, just be aware that I do have extremely bad short term memory loss.” Several people started talking at once but Y/n could only make out what Tubbo was saying.

“Okay, right, Tommy, the fact that he is struggling to remember is making your situation worse.” Fundy looked at Tubbo for approval to flick a lever, Y/n and Ranboo watched in horror as he pulled it down. “Tommy you have two strikes left, I need to hear your side and I need you to not yell.”

“It was the perfect crime.”

“Tommy!” Y/n yelled, surging forward slightly. Ranboo placed a hand on her shoulder, and she instantly relaxed, walking to the corner of the box-shaped room, sliding down the wall and resting her arms on her knees while Ranboo sat down carefully next to her. She was shocked, she didn’t think he would admit to it.

Fundy started recording everything Tommy said after that. “But hear me out Tubbo, he’s being biased against me, and Dream retaliating by building huge obsidian walls is absurd.”

“Tommy I have been advised to banish you,” Fundy flicked yet another lever, “But that is a very extreme measure and I hope it doesn’t have to come to that. So you’ll be put on probation. George, Tommy will be stripped of his power, and everything he does he will have to report directly to Fundy. Tommy as of now you are on probation, for the next two weeks.”

“Tubbo, this is insane!”

“It may be insane but I’m hoping this is conclusion is satisfying enough to get the walls tore down.”

“Well why are the walls even there in the first place? He can’t just build walls because I, me and- by myself I did a little prank,” Y/n looked up, her eyes strained. She turned to Ranboo relieved, Tommy didn’t slip up, he nearly did though. Ranboo must’ve put his sunglasses back on while she wasn’t looking.

“George is the king of the SMP, Tommy, this is considered treason,” Tubbo looked at Fundy and he nodded. Fundy put his hand on the last lever and pulled.

“Tommy!” Y/n yelled again, this time from anxiety. She knew very well what was under that glass, and so did Fundy, “Fundy why would you do that?!”

“Just felt like it.” he said in a snarky tone.

“How is he alive?” George asked. All Y/n saw was Quackity fall into the pit with Tommy and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Y/n don’t fucking laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, Big Q, from where I am right now, it was hilarious,” she looked over to see Ranboo laughing, his laugh sounded really nice.

Quackity exited the box and Tommy followed, leaving the courthouse yelling, “Fuck you!”

“Mr. President, what are we do with Ranboo and Y/n?” Karl said.

Tommy came back immediately to say “No, no, listen, listen Tubbo, they weren’t there it was just me.”

“Those two weren’t there?”

“It was just me.”

Y/n and Ranboo were let out of the cell. Y/n let out a sign of gratitude, people were mistaken when they said Tommy was egotistical.

While walking back to L’manburg Tommy and Tubbo were arguing, and it broke Y/n’s heart, they were the best of friends before Tubbo became president. Maybe Techno was right, the government does corrupt. A cabient meeting was called in the middle of the walk to L’manburg. Tubbo called her over and she separated from Ranboo and Niki and joined Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, and Fundy.

Y/n spaced out, staring at the ground until Dream showed up. “Tubbo. Probation isn’t enough.”

“Dream I know you suggested exile but-”

“That’s not enough! Tommy is Tommy, he’s never gonna stop, his goal is to piss me off, and if you want that, as somebody in your nation, even if he doesn’t have power, there aren’t that many members of L’manberg. And it’s fine, you guys wanna think about it, it’s fine. We can arrange a meeting to talk about what to do with him. Set a time, set a day, I’ll come.”

“Okay, how about the second, the second of December?”

Everyone agrees but Y/n stays silent. “Y/n?” Quackity asks.

“I’m sorry, being around my Dream is screwing with my head, I need to go.” Dream grabbed her wrist.

“Y/n, please.”

“No! I’m not gonna stay around to just to hear you manipulate Tubbo into doing what you want and me not being able to do anything, as per usual!”

She walked back to where Ranboo was, he immediately put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He glared at Dream, glad he was wearing glasses. “What happened Y/n?”

“My brother is extremely manipulative, just being around him confuses me. I can never tell if he agrees with me or is on my side or not. TLDR; Dream’s a piece of shit.”

Ranboo hummed in agreement. “You should probably go home, it’s getting dark, and you shouldn’t be around all this government stuff, you’ll get too stressed. Would you mind if I visited you tomorrow?”

“I’d like some company. It’s pretty lonely out there, Tubbo doesn’t come around often, he’ll probably show up even less with all this political bullshit.” He was slightly startled by the girls aggressiveness, but it was justified, and wasn’t directed towards him.

He walked her to the nether portal where they said their goodbyes.

“See you tomorrow, loser,” she joked. Ranboo gasped dramatically, “Yeah, you heard right, loser.”

“You’re mean.”

“No no no, I’m sorry Ranboo it was joke!” She engulfed him in a hug. He was surprised, they had become kind of close but he was scared to assume she was comfortable with hugs. But when she did it, he was relieved.

“Bye, shorty,” He patted her on the head. She gave him the middle finger and stepped into the nether.

“Later, giraffe.”

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Lmao I’m sorry for anyone who is over 5’5 I’m just salty I’m only 5’2

#ranboo #ranboo x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dream smp #dream smp x reader

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quazartranslates · 3 years ago

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH39

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Chapter 39: Star Death Reality Show (XXII)

This sound was like a signal to escape. Janet, Alex, Jing Siyu and Jing Sixue ran away in fear, wishing to escape to the ends of the earth.

"Take Lara away, get back! I’ll lead it away, I can deal with it!" Qi Leren kicked Du Yue and told him to act quickly. He shot at the monster's head to attract its attention, and prepared to take it somewhere far away and solve it with his own hands.

The monster came out. The swollen amphioctopus broke from its host body, and Francis's body was like a deflated balloon hanging off the amphioctopus, but this space alien had revealed its true appearance—an odd tentacled creature shaped like an octopus, which was covered in Francis's blood, and had changed from a mass of parasitic "seeds" in the body to a dangerous predator full of viscous body fluids.

Its speed was extremely fast. After breaking free from the shackles of the human body, it rushed toward Qi Leren at an amazing speed!

Qi Leren stopped shooting, picked the flashlight up off the ground, sped up his strides with all his strength, and rushed through the corridor deep in the institute at an inhuman speed!

The boundary between prey and hunter was difficult to distinguish. Both sides were sure that they were the hunter, but it wasn’t known who would die.

The S/L Data’s thirty seconds had passed. At this time, Qi Leren, who didn't have an immortal body, could only rely on his own abilities to handle this difficult opponent. At a gallop, Qi Leren realized that the distance between the octopus and him was getting farther and farther, and he was running fast enough to get rid of this fast-moving monster after having broken the shell.

He looked back, glancing out of the corner of his eye. This monster, which looked like an octopus, came after him as quickly as if it was sliding on the ground. Fortunately, it still didn't run as fast as he did. Seeing that there was a T-shaped intersection ahead, he immediately cheered up and prepared for the final battle.

Three, two, one, do it!

Qi Leren bit the ring off his hand grenade and threw it behind him. He pushed his running body harder, jumping around a 90-degree corner, and hugged his head on the ground.

Boom—

A huge explosion sounded around the corner, and the flames from the explosion lit up the whole passageway. Even Qi Leren, who was lying on the ground, felt the immense heat and shaking, and countless debris blew out and sprayed straight into the corridor ahead. Hiding in the vertical position of the T-shaped corridor, Qi Leren survived the explosion unharmed.

It was over.

Qi Leren stood up and was about to lift his foot to go out when Chen Baiqi's warning came to mind again. He breathed a sigh of relief, kept on alert, and carefully stepped around the corner with his gun drawn.

The explosion had made this area ahead unrecognizable. The body of the octopus had been blown apart, and several tentacles were thrown on the metal wall, sliding down slowly together with mucus, dragging out a scarlet liquid trail. With the loss of its tentacles, the octopus would only move helplessly a few times before falling to the ground completely dead.

All the four mature amphioctopuses had been dealt with, which meant that requirements could be almost declared for this task. Even if there were still a few newly spawned parasitic amphioctopuses in the contestants, they could be easily distinguished by detecting them with the instruments. But to kill people... Qi Leren imagined the scene with a heavy heart.

Once parasitized, it was hopeless. All he could do was let the parasitized people die happily.

Qi Leren pursed his lips and felt a little dry cough. His throat choked by the smoke was also a little painful, but it was still within tolerance.

He should find Du Yue and meet with him first. Qi Leren thought about it and walked along the way back.

At the moment he walked around the corner, the flashlight in Qi Leren’s hands suddenly swept onto a reflective object. When he looked intently, it was a half-open iron door, just at the end of the corridor where he had escaped the explosion just now. That is, at the bottom of this T-shaped intersection, there was no other fork in the road at its end, only a lonely door.

There was no sign on the door, no words, no letters, no special symbols. It was just a heavy iron door, half-hidden, and it was dark inside.

Qi Leren's heartbeat suddenly slowed, and his intuition whispered vaguely in his ear, encouraging him to move forward.

He pushed open the door, and the flashlight lit up the dark space. This small room was an office with desks, bookshelves, and office chairs.

There was also a computer: the same laptop that Qi Leren had been worried about, afraid of, and looking forward to.

His heart jumped wildly. Qi Leren took a deep breath, slammed the door, rushed to the computer in three steps and two steps, took out the prepared mobile power source from the item bar and connected it, and pressed the power-on button with trembling hands.

When the familiar boot screen appeared, Qi Leren clenched his hand and couldn't help tapping on the desk. Hurry up, open it quickly, and let him try again. Could he play Nightmare Game again? He had too many doubts that he needed this game to answer.

After the boot was finished, the mouse cursor moved to the icon of Nightmare Game and double-clicked.

The game interface appeared, and Qi Leren's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He held his breath and moved the cursor to "Save and Load".

Countless save files jumped out, arranged in reverse chronological order, and the last one was in the chapel in the Village of Dusk. At that time, he had gone through rows of old pews and was faced with a choice in the depths of the church: to the left or to the right.

He had saved the file, then walked through the door to the right, received the Holy City task, and had his first death there. In the real Nightmare World, he had chosen to go left, and then he met Ning Zhou in the graveyard outside the door, who had come to sweep Maria’s grave.

What if this time, he chose to turn left in the game? Would he meet Ning Zhou?

This problem had once bothered Qi Leren, but now he could prove it.

[…Reading save file, LOADING……]

[File read completed. Player "Passerby A", welcome back to the Nightmare Game.]

In the game, Qi Leren’s character named "Passerby A" went to the left door under his command. Qi Leren hardly dared to breathe, and countless chaotic thoughts berated him. For the first time, he was strongly aware of the fear that overthinking could bring.

The wooden door opened, and the game entered a cutscene animation. He could no longer manipulate his character, but watched him walk forward.

Outside the door was a gravel path occupied by shrubs and weeds. He went straight ahead. All the greenery in this sunset did not give a feeling of peacefulness, but instead filled his with anxiety and unease.

Qi Leren didn't know whether he wanted to see Ning Zhou in the game or not. His yearning heart was looking forward to meeting him again, even if it was separated by a cold screen. But reason made him resist. He didn't want to see Ning Zhou as an NPC in this game, because he didn't dare to ponder the hidden meaning behind it.

No matter whether he wanted it or not, in the dim afterglow of the sunset, Qi Leren still saw a figure standing in front of the tombstone.

So familiar, because he was so deeply imprinted in his mind, but so strange, because they were separated by the layer of a cold screen.

The figure appeared on the screen murmuring and, just like every NPC, the lines were displayed on the screen:

[Mom, I’ve fallen in love with someone I shouldn't love. He’s made me confused...]

Qi Leren's eyes had just seen this sentence when the words were blurred instantly.

It turned out that on that day, before he had walked from this church and seen Ning Zhou, Ning Zhou had once said such a thing in front of Maria's tombstone.

This was a lost Ning Zhou. At that time, he had not yet firmly believed that he would be willing to exile himself for his love. He was hesitating, unsure and uneasy, but he had no one to talk to. He could only come to his mother's grave and tell her quietly, even if he couldn't get an answer.

Qi Leren covered his face in front of the computer, tears flowing down his fingers and wetting the keyboard. He never knew he was such a fragile person; even if it was just a few words he had never heard before, they made him burst into tears.

He wanted to rush into the screen, embrace that lonely back, and comfort the lonely wandering soul.

But his approach would only wake up the lost man.

"Who’s there?" Ning Zhou appeared again on the screen.

Qi Leren woke up from grief. Ning Zhou had discovered his existence!

He couldn't make any answer. It was just a game with pre-written dialogue. When the game didn't give him options, he couldn't say anything.

They looked at each other without saying a word. They were as unfamiliar as two strangers.

They were indeed strangers.

Footsteps came from behind, and the Qi Leren in the game turned his head. Along this path full of weeds and shrubs, he saw a man walking towards them, bathed in the sunset from where he had come.

His words were also subtitled on the screen: "Passerby A? Ning— Ning Zhou? Why are you here?"

At this moment, Qi Leren was shaking and unable to breathe.

A familiar person stood there, looking surprised and shyly at Ning Zhou behind him.

That was himself.

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oneboxofmatches · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! May I request a HP romantic and friendship matchup on both eras? (Preferably male), thanks in advance! 💞

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 + 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

19, Libra, Neutral Good, enneagram is 4w5, Ravenclaw, and my patronus spirit is swan. Bi Pan Genderfluid girl using pronouns of She/Her or He/Him. A friend of mine told me that I (kinda) look like Marinette from 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆𝗯𝘂𝗴, Musa from 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘅 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, and Alexandra Trese from 𝗧𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲 (a Netflix animated series), but the exception is I'm short (5'1.2") plus sized Southeast Asian woman with Spanish descent that has messy/wavy brunette medium hair, chocolate brown eyes, oriental skin and a small beauty mark on the forehead. My sense of fashion is in between emo and boyish plus korean glam.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

Distant and shy at first cause' I dunno how to initiate a conversation, but a total opposite if I open up---friendly, ambivert, witty, laughing loudly on a daily basis, talkative, awkward, daydreamer (I got embarrassed from knocking at the door even I'm inside the classroom 😂), EXTREMELY clumsy, secretly likes affection, easily overwhelmed, prone to melt over any wholesomeness, flusters on compliments, lightly blushes on cheesy banters, sarcastic person with a lowkey crackhead energy citing meme references, and talented girl who can be your no. 1 supporter and unashamed to be true to myself. In terms of leadership, I only educate and guide than being a prefect (I might take the role seriously), and will lift my group when there's lacking/incompleteness. About doing projects in school, I become too extra and prepared for efforts, but I'll forget the process in the end.

People thought I'm a demure self-effacing woman that looks "idealistic" or "one of a kind," (due to my protective parents, a reason why I've never been in a relationship) but the truth is, I'm eloquent, warm-hearted, willig to help, kind, intelligent, supportive, nice, creative, enthusiastic, determined, tough, competitive, and feisty outside, but a real softie that can be childish and dramatic crybaby filled with doubts, frustrations, and insecurities with fear of failure that pushes off the limits to to please everyone, yet I still managed to be stronger than ever, even it's a slow burn process. I can be intimidating, sassy, and a douchebag if I receive ends. Immature, headstrong, perfectionist, demanding, hesitant, jumpy, very indecisive, overthinker, quick-tempered, sensitive, and anxious (no joke, my nervousness makes me think worse scenario will arrive or I might break a belonging due to my carelessness). Though can be procrastinator and arrogant, I raised as a religious 𝖺𝗇𝖽 diplomatic person, willing to fight what I believe (including my dreams) 𝖺𝗇𝖽 what is right. In addition, I have a habit of staying up late and doing sign of the cross to ease nervousness.

Blunt but the loudest idiotic feeling-brokenhearted and bitter friend in the group who fangirl a lot, swears like sailor, will act like a silent backstabber on people that we loathe, will crack up over your stupid antics before helping, and bring gossips, but a hopeless romantic who tends to banter with sarcasms or pick up lines as an endearment (but gets grumpy if I received sappy or offensive one), still generous and concerned in a subtle way.

𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦

My hobbies are singing, drawing, roleplaying, listening to music, chatting/browsing on social media, conceptualizing, writing, and reading some stuffs. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 making corniest jokes/puns, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, and dancing when nobody's around or walking like a model if I feel so bold (even I'm terrible at both xD).

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Loves kittens, eating a lot, cartoons, watching YouTube videos (mostly pageants, ASMR, edit audios, and mukbangs), also enjoys playing games on my sister's PSP. Sucker for arts, choir, night sky, makeup, fun/deep/dumb conversations, Christianity, documentaries (about saints, real crime stories, and inspirational people), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and writings, chilling both indoors and outdoors. Beside that, my music taste are like late 90s-2000s songs (mostly rock, pop, and country) sometimes kpop and ppop, chocoholic, and a sweetooth as well.

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦

Things that I hate are stereotyping, HUGE creepy crawlies (spiders, toads, snakes, and cockroaches), firecracker sounds, being left out, loneliness, heart break, blackout, and judgemental people. One random fact about me is, I 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 vent out EVERYTHING I despise in my entire existence---from bad soap operas to toxicity and worse scenarios in real life, because it's a big deal for me, and I consider forcing me to do what I'm not into and manipulating me as my major pet peeves.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦

In terms of triggers...I only have two which are ta𝖨king about divorce/annullment/separation because I came from a generational broken family and religion/beliefs discrimination, cause' there are reasonings that doesn't makes sense because some are too hypocritical.

𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔

My best assets are smile, eyes, personality, singing voice, artistic skills, writings, intelligence, and oratorical skills...so I can consider myself as a singer, artist, orator, and a top student who's a former active campus ministry member with three roles (choir leader, psalm singer, and reader). Currently an incoming college freshman, learning how to cook and have so many interests, to the point I don't know what I'm into because of my dreams to become a popular Filipino YouTuber, a novelist, and being part of a successful chorale competing internationally...I also consider joining pageants at school too once the pandemic ends, but maybe.

Thank you so, so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one (as you can tell by some of the really long answers lol) and I hope you enjoy!!

In the Golden Trio era, I romantically pair you with…

CEDRIC DIGGORY

One of the most beautiful things about Cedric is that although he may show some introverted tendencies, he still manages to have a natural gift for connecting to others and allowing them to feel comfortable enough to open up. Really, your initial distance and shyness don't last nearly as long towards Cedric as they would with most other people.

Hearing your laughter brings the widest, cheesiest grin to Cedric’s face. Not only does he adore seeing you happy, but he also recognizes that your anxiety, insecurities, and strong emotions can sometimes cloud up your demeanor. Therefore, it brings him comfort knowing that (for the moment) you’re finding joy. He thrives when you thrive!

However, as much as he loves seeing your more energetic and happier self, it goes without saying that he’s the best comfort for when you’re not having the best day.

Cedric is an excellent listener, so he’ll most likely let you talk without interruption for as long as you need before even saying a word. He wants to make sure he truly understands your current state before acting. He may take a few seconds to process everything after you finish speaking, but then he’ll help you tackle whatever problems you’re facing. He’s especially talented at giving words of affirmation.

Cedric’s listening also comes in handy whenever you talk about your interests! He genuinely loves hearing about the things you’re interested in solely for the fact that you’re interested in them. Side note: you can count on him to be at any music performances, pageants, etc. you may have -- this guy is truly your #1 supporter.

Cedric’s a very good student (though I suspect he’s somewhat of a procrastinator himself), so I can also see you two supporting each other through schoolwork and celebrating each other’s successes.

Like you, Cedric has a strong urge to do the right thing. Talking to him about social issues stirs up a need to help, and I could see you two doing volunteer work together in your spare time.

I like to believe one of Cedric’s biggest love languages is quality time. Don’t get me wrong, this guy loves staying involved and busy. But taking a couple hours to be with you in small ways (even if that means just being in the same room while you scroll through social media) gives him a nice balance.

Overall, this kind boy will be there unwaveringly through the bad times and will laugh just as loud as you through the good!

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LUNA LOVEGOOD

You wanna talk about the best conversations, relentless support, and overall the most wholesome friendship you could ask for? Luna’s your girl.

Being unashamed to be true to yourself is one of the biggest reasons why Luna is so drawn to you. While she’s very friendly and insightful towards everyone she meets, it can get a bit repetitive for her to constantly interact with people who try to shelter their unique characteristics from the world. In her mind, these unique characteristics are what make people so fascinating! Why should anyone hide who they are?

Luna’s creativity is endless, and I can see it blending well with yours. Collaborating on a personal project outside of school (ex: novel, blog, etc.) together is definitely something I could see you two doing.

Speaking of creativity, finding creative solutions to everyday problems (both in school and in life) is your specialty as friends.

Admittedly, Luna isn’t usually drawn to louder individuals. However, the complexity behind your personality makes it easier for her to know you are much more than what meets the eye.

Speaking of, Luna has a difficult time standing up for herself -- whether it’s because she doesn’t feel a need to or she just doesn’t recognize the meaning behind certain phrases. She NEEDS a friend like you to stand up for her sometimes, and I know you wouldn’t hesitate!

Ranting to Luna is therapeutic to say the least. While her aloofness at times may make it seem as if she isn’t fully paying attention, that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s actually catching every word, and once you’re done she’ll leave you with a philosophical solution that may seem borderline insane/irrelevant when you first hear it, but it strangely makes sense.

Overall, the lack of judgment from either of you is what draws you together. As a result, you build a unique bond that couldn’t be broken even if either of you wanted it to.

In the Marauders era, I romantically pair you with…

REMUS LUPIN

Let’s be honest, it would take you two so long to ask each other out. You were probably already really close friends, but the insecurities and “what if?” questions from both of you delayed an actual relationship.

When you finally started dating, you were both so relieved. You still share a laugh at how almost nothing changed in the way you interacted with each other.

While with mutual friends, Remus sometimes likes to sit back and just watch you, especially when you get really talkative because this is when you become the most expressive. He has the softest smile when you’re actively cracking jokes, discussing something you’re passionate about, or even calling someone out. Sometimes you may be too distracted to notice, but other times you’ll catch him.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” (While that same soft smile never leaves his face.)

You both hold really high standards for yourself in terms of school, so expect late-night study/work sessions to be your best bet for quality time.

Though the occasional instance of walking through/lying on the grounds becomes a favorite for both of you.

Remus listens when you’re particularly struggling through anxiety or strong emotions, but he has to consciously stop himself from interrupting because he can’t stand how he feels knowing you’re going through a tough time.

All he wants to do is soothe you during these moments. If you’re comfortable, he’ll hold you while speaking to you in a soft voice. Remus, the intellectual that he is, is also your best chance at finding a reasonable solution. So if you're not in the mood for calming words, he's also a great person to turn to for answers.

As for your ambitions, no matter what you choose to pursue, you already know Remus is going to be your biggest source of support every step of the way. He’s more than happy to help in any way he can!

Overall, Remus appreciates you, and he’s always going to make sure you know it.

As a friend, I think you’d best be matched with…

LILY EVANS

Lily especially connects to you because you manage to be determined, competitive, and intelligent without sacrificing your kindness, which is something she can relate to.

You and Lily are the C.E.O.s of doing the right thing. Neither of you hesitates to back the other up when it comes to confronting someone because you know it’s justified.

As perceptive as Lily is, you never need to tell her when something is bothering you. All it takes is a quick glance before she puts whatever she’s doing on hold to check in with you.

The reverse works as well. Typically, Lily really doesn’t internally struggle too much, and when she does she tries to hide it. You’re one of the only people who can see right through whatever she tries to pull.

The constant banter between you two is unmatched, but you both know it's because you really care about each other.

Overall, you and Lily have each other’s backs through anything, even when the other isn’t actively asking for help.

#matchups #fandom matchups #harry potter matchup #harry potter #cedric diggory #luna lovegood #remus lupin #lily evans #lily potter

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moondustis · 4 years ago

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we could do it (you and i)

pairing: kang seulgi + reader genre: fluff, angst / friends to lovers, idol!au | wc: 6,5k summary: This is not a story about how your dreams came true or how you find your true passion, no. This is a story about how you met her. Even in the chaos of it all, Seulgi was always the one you would end up with. song rec: a world alone - lorde / sofia - clairo

Is there a way to know exactly when a moment that will change your life happens? You remember very well the day were it all began, the starting point, but maybe at the time you didn’t know how big it was.

You were in your very last year of high school, not the best student and too uninterested about the world around you, when you got approached by some woman on the street that asks what you want to do when you graduate. It hits you then that you have no idea, never thought deeply about it and now what felt like a very far reality, was staring at you right in the face, about to explode.

All you wanted was to go home and forget about your future, have a good cry that lasts about and think that you are about to fail your entire existence but the lady offers you a better alternative, clearly unphased by your lack of response.

“Would you be interested in auditioning for an entertainment agency?” She asks and it’s a little suspicious, too out of nowhere but you accept the card she gives you, emptily promising to show up at an audition that was taking place next week somewhere you had know idea how to get to. She explains how it’s one of the big three entertainments and that they are looking for young girls to being training from scratch. A rare opportunity, she calls it.

For some reason you decide to do it and when the day comes you take the subway to the location she had said, finding hundreds of girls there, all of them probably ten times more beautiful and prepared than you but still, for some reason, you make in.

It’s sudden and terrifying how that changes everything and how it feels weirdly like luck. You were never one to believe in things such as destiny, but it feels like it. That’s the only way you find to justify what happens.

And now, this is not a story about how your dreams came true and how you find your true passion, no. This is a story about how you met her. About how it starts and how it ends.

✿

There’s a storm happening that makes the whole sky dark with grey clouds and you’re sure it’s accompanied by thunders, but you can’t hear anything over the loud music playing in the room you’re in.

You had arrived at the SM Entertainment building at eight, your mother glued by your side as your hands got clammy with the anxiety that still bubbled in your chest despite already being accepted. There were a lot of papers to sign, instructions that they made sure you knew how to follow and bureaucracies that you tried to wrap your young head around but got a little confused by.

At 10am, a woman is introduced by you as the manager in charge of your trainee group. She looks young enough to still be a college student, but when she speaks there’s seriousness to it.

“The rooms are separated by schedules.” She explains, handing you a paper with what you assume is the schedule you’ll be following. “There’s four girls by room and one assigned leader that is in charge of making sure you stay on schedule.”

You mostly nod and ask few questions about things like food and showers, which she gives you short and direct answers to. She only cracks a smile when telling you about curfews and reminiscences stories about trainees that got caught outside after hours, making sure you know to not do the same.

When she shows you around the small dorm, you feel a little sad, like homesickness is already settling in your stomach. The room you are staying is has two bunk beds and a lot of things sprawled around, like hair brushes, clothes and plushies. “I would recommend keeping your things organized to avoid fights about stolen things.” Is the only thing she says about the mess as you set your things down on your bed.

There’s not even enough time to process all the informations that are thrown your way, because right after you leave the dorm and she takes you to the building where most of your training would be taking place.

You’ve never been one for superstition, but it’s an important day, the most important day that has happened in your life so far, and you can’t help but think that maybe the storm still happening outside is a sign, that maybe things won’t work out and that you’re not good enough to be here. Because there’s about fifteen girls dancing in the room while you stand feeling out of place and they’re all so good that it makes you feel extremely small.

There’s a bright blue wall with clouds on it right behind the girls, such a huge contrast to the storm happening that you decide that it’s probably a sign too, for your own peace of mind. Of what exactly, you are not sure yet.

When the song stops playing, the manager clears her throat and all the girls, who are reaching for water bottles and moving to sit on the floor, turn their heads to her.

“Girls, this is the new trainee, ___.” She introduces you. “Please look after her and make sure she’s well adapted. Seulgi, Seungwan and Hyerim, she will be staying in your room so I’m sure you girls will do your best to help with the schedule.”

They all say yes in unison and you can see a bit of nonchalant in their faces, even a bit annoyance, like they are tired of new trainees being introduced. Like they are tired of getting more competition.

The manager leaves and you’re left there, standing awkwardly not knowing exactly what to do with yourself but stare at the fake blue sky. The girls have moved on to talking in small groups or just stirring completely on the floor, trying to get a minute of relaxing before they have to move on with more practicing.

“Hey, __.” The sudden sound of your name gets you out of your trance, eyes following the source of it. “Come and sit here.”

The girl talking has a gentle face and there are three other girls around her, two of them laying on their stomachs and watching something on a cellphone. The third is smiling at you, eyes turning into crescents and you’re stunned by how cute she looks.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Seungwan.” The girl says when you sit down, crossing your legs and keeping a straight posture. “And this is Seulgi, we are your roommates.”

Seulgi, the girl that was smiling at you, mutters a small hello. You wonder for a second if she has been trained to look so friendly and comfortable.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you too.” Is what you reply awkwardly with. Making friend had never been your strength, not when girls always looked so intimidating.

“We have vocal practice in like 20 minutes, and then we can have lunch.” Seulgi tells you, stretching her arms up and making the large t-shirt she wore ride up in the process. You try not to stare.

“The vocal teacher is a bitch so don’t take it personally if she says anything to you.” Wendy adds and it’s the first time that you laugh over the day, which makes you feel grateful.

The vocal teacher does end up hurting your feelings, but you don’t care that much because the other girls pat you in the back and tell you’ll improve with time.

In the weeks that follow, it’s hard getting used to the routine they set for you. You wake up at 5am, usually with Seungwan nudging your shoulder and telling you to go shower. Then, you eat what they’ll allow for breakfast and walk to the practice building with your new roommates. It’s a repetitive schedule most of the days: dance, english classes, vocal teaching and more dance.

Doesn’t help that you can’t train with the girls you share a room with, because being from the build up program you have to learn the basics before you get to actually start following the same schedules as the girls that have been training for longer.

You end everyday exhausted and most of them wanting to cry, because it only gets harder and your legs don’t do exactly what you want them to, and your voice cracks sometimes and you feel like you’ll never be good enough. But sometimes, the times that make it worth it, the girls gather together in the living room and order takeout food without any of the managers knowing. Or one of them gives you a facemask just because she had an extra one and tells you how pretty your skin looks. Small things like that make it better.

It’s a slow process but you become closer to the girls, and at night when you miss home just a little bit more than usual, it comforts you that you have at least made friends over this.

And after a month, when you finally finish your basic training and can move on to training with the other girls they all cheer for you, teasing about how the baby had grown up too fast and congratulating you for improving so fast. It makes it all worth it.

✿

Seulgi becomes a strong presence in your life. One day she wakes you up with an annoying song on her phone that stays in your head for the rest of the day. Another one, she asks if you want to have eggs for breakfast with her, and naturally you start eating together every day, peeling the sweet potatoes together before you have to leave for early morning dance practice.

On your one month anniversary of being a trainee, after you move to normal training, she gives you a funny card that says with a corny cursive font ‘Congrats on not giving up’ that you keep glued to a wall next to your bed. By the third month since you joined the company, you two are making jokes and sharing headphones on every break you manage to get.

It’s natural how you two become close. Like she says, it feels like it was meant to be all along. You became friends with all the other girls, sharing a dorm has the power of bringing people together, even amongst the fights over who has to wash the dishes and having your periods synced up to happen at the same time.

But even in the chaos of it all, Seulgi is always the one you would end up with. You have more in common that you would ever imagine and the conversation never seems to run short, and like some teachers say, if you weren’t out of breath during dance practices, they are sure the two of you would find a way to talk even there.

On free days you watch movies on a tiny phone screen, usually romantic ones that leave Seulgi sighing and with eyes sparkling while you just roll yours at the cheesiness. She calls you frozen heart because of that. Sometimes you’ll draw together, her teaching you about pointillism and you teaching her about watercolor and its wonders.

It’s amazing having a friend like that on a place like this, you often think. It’s almost a survival technique, having someone to rely on when practice goes on for extra hours, when you make a mistake and the world seems to fall upon you. It’s as if Seulgi came into your life to make it easier, to be the one that was meant to be by your side when things just got a little too complicated.

As for training, it continues getting harder and the thought of giving up crosses your mind more than two times.

“I’m so tired.” Seulgi complains as she plops down on the couch next to you. It's one of the improvements they made on the dance practices rooms over the years to make rest time more comfortable.

“Me too, I wish I could take a 12 hours nap.” You whine back, feeling exhausting beginning to slowly creep in.

She snorts. “That’s not even a nap anymore, it’s almost a small coma.”

“I said what I said.”

“You know what we should do?” She asks, voice mischievous, moving down to unlace her shoes and take them off along her socks “Not we, you actually. You should give me a foot massage.”

Her voice is joyful and playful as she puts both her legs on your lap and you do a whole scene of gagging and trying to push her away but not really meaning it.

“No way i’m massaging your stinky feet.” You joke and she pokes her tongue out at you.

“Shut up!” Her offended half shout makes you laugh. “My feet smell like roses and baby wipes, mind you.”

You bite your lips to avoid the smile that’s trying to spread on your face, doing your best to look unimpressed. “I doubt that profoundly, you just danced for 3 hours.”

“Pretty please,___, my angel from above.” She pouts, voice annoyingly high pitched and feet wiggling in your face. “Gimme a foot massage.”

You both burst out laughing after that, her silly cutesy voice too stupid for you to handle and the other trainees around give you both weird looks.

You end up doing it, of course. There’s not many things you wouldn’t do for Seulgi, and you know it’s the same for her. That makes you think again, that even with all the hard moments of this whole thing, she makes it worth it.

✿

When your birthday comes around, Seulgi takes you to an empty cupboard she found on the 4th floor. It’s small and smells slightly like cleaning products, but still cozy enough for you both to sit down on the floor and lay your backs against the wall.

She smiles deviously at you, had been planning a surprise all week that didn’t take long for you to figure out because it’s hard to keep secrets when you are with someone most of the time. Her silly actions helped on giving it away as well.

“Close your eyes.” She whispers, the smallest resquice of a laugh in her voice. You know what’s inside the bag she had brought along, it’s too predictable, but you still close your eyes because you know that’ll make her happy. And hell, maybe you’re a little excited about the whole thing too.

You hear the crumpling as she opens the bag and then what you think are attempts to light up a candle. There was really too much effort put into this, with her sneaking out to buy this cake after practice, and you shouldn’t think too much about it but there’s still a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, and your hands are shaking just slightly.

When she finally tells you to open your eyes they are met with her perfect smile and a infamous overly colorful slice of cake with a number “3” candle on top placed in front of you two. It’s a cute cake, with sprinkles and a single strawberry. “Happy birthday!” She exclaims, and it’s adorable how excited she is about this. It makes you want to cry. “Congrats on turning 3 years old, you don’t look a year older.”

You scoff, letting out a laugh that mimics her as you nudge her arm. “Shut up. Why did you even get this candle?”

“I’m sorry that it was the only one available at the store.” She says, gesturing to the cake. “Now stop complaining and blow your candles so we can eat.”

When you go to blow them, she hurriedly tells you to not forget your wish and you just roll your eyes. You don’t believe in stuff like that, never did, but still you can’t help but wish for something as simple as more good days like this when you close your eyes.

It’s funny how celebrating your birthday in a cupboard with Seulgi makes you the happiest you had been in months. The way she thought about all these tiny details, from the cake to the stupid candle, makes your heart melt and once again you get the weird feeling in your stomach. A feeling that is not new, and that you think has just been growing bigger and bigger from that stormy day to now.

After you blow the candle you two eat the slice of cake in comfortable silence, mouths turning pink from the colored glacé and sprinkles melting into sugar in your tongues. It’s hard hiding how hungry you both are with the crazy diets they’ve been putting you on and this cake is like paradise compared to the sweet potatoes you eat religiously.

“That was the best cake in the world.” Is what you mutter after your last bite and Seulgi looks just as pleased as you are.

“Yeah, artificial strawberry flavor is my favorite now.” She says and your eyes automatically go to her lips, noticing how they are slightly more pink than usual from the cake.

She must have been doing the same as you because she suddenly moves closer, knees touching yours. “You have something here.” Her voice is soft as she says it.

It happens very slowly and very quick at the same time. She moves to remove the glacé from your lips with her thumb, bringing it to her mouth and licking it clean like something that only happens on the stupid dramas she watched. You can’t look away, amazed by the whole act but, still, when she tells you to close your eyes again, you do in a heartbeat.

You can feel as she gets closer and in another heartbeat she’s kissing you, just the press of her lips to yours gently. Then it’s a million heartbeats, so fast you think your heart will burst out of your chest.

It feels new and like everything you wished for, like it was supposed to happen. It feels like the butterflies that were secretly living in your stomach this whole time are finally free, but still completely at her mercy.

She giggles when she breaks the kiss and you can’t help but do the same, both your cheeks as pink as the cake.

✿

No one could ever know, that’s something you both agree on. And there’s not a need to tell anyone after all, having this as your own safe heaven is what you want, because if someone were to know you are sure that would mean the end, with not only hearts shattered but dreams as well.

Keeping it a secret is easy, more than you ever would think it could be. You two had always been close, so the too long and unnecessary touches are ignored and the nights slept in each other’s bed not a thing anyone frowned upon. What changes is that now she will press soft kiss against your lips when everyone is asleep on the quiet of the night, that the two of you will sneak out and hide in the cleaning cupboard and touch until there’s not a trace of skin unknow, until there’s only gasps and soft noises filling the room.

It’s what first love should be like, you think. With the butterflies and lingering eyes, the need to be close, the complete and absolute adoration and just blindly trusting someone with something as fragile as a heart. But at the same time it’s the fear of being caught, of not knowing if it’s right or wrong and not really wanting to know.

“What’s your zodiac sign?” You ask her out of nowhere one day, when you’re both sitting on your bed. Seulgi is taking full advantage of your pillow, legs on your lap while you are sat with you back against the wall.

It’s finally a day off, a very awaited one and you’re enjoying it inside because of a sudden rainstorm while some of the girls went out anyway because they had waited for too long. The dorm is relatively quiet because of that and no one bothers the two of you.

“I’m an aquarius, why?” She replies, sneaking a glance at you and raising one eyebrow. “Are you gonna make a compatibility test?”

You roll your eyes at her teasing. “No. I was reading about this thing called astrocartography and I wanna do it for you. Now tell me the hour you were born in.”

She tells you the hour while moving closer so she can see your phone screen and what you’re doing. “See, these are your lines and each of them represents a planet.” You explain when the results show up on the screen. “Like for example, mars is the planet of war, right? So in the places the mars line is crossing is possible that you’d have some kind of conflict.”

“Oh, there’s a lot of lines here.” She says, snatching your phone from your hands and using a finger to zoom in on the continents “What’s the purple one for? There’s one that passes right through Seoul.”

“It’s the venus line,” You say as she puts her head on her shoulder,” it represents love and the possibility of finding a lover. Something like that.”

She grins widely. “And I happened to have found you just here.” Her voice is teasing and you can’t help but laugh at the way she raises her eyebrows suggestively at you, pinching her sides playfully.

“You’re so silly.” you say before moving and pressing a peck to her lips. She takes it as a cue to do more than that.

Dropping the phone, she moves a hand to your cheek as she kisses you with a little more force but soft as always. She tastes like the chocolate you two shared earlier and the way her lips move against yours makes your mind go blank of any thoughts but the ones of her.

You like kissing her like this, when it’s not rushed and you can take your time sucking her bottom lip before your tongues are meeting in a slow pace.

“What would you say if I told you I’m in love with you?” She asks, a little out of breath after breaking the kiss and looking at you.

You blink slowly, looking at her and you think no one in the world would ever look as good as she does with rosy cheeks and puffy lips. “I would say i’m in love with you too, dummy.” You whisper, moving a strand of her hair out of her face. “You know that.”

“Well, you never said it.” She pouts and you giggle.

“If I said it as much as I want to you would be annoyed with me by now.”

She giggles and tells you that she’ll never be, while pressing butterfly kisses all over your face.

✿

After four years of training with a group of 20 girls you get assigned into groups. Sooyoung, Seungwan, Joohyun, Seulgi and you. It’s exciting and you’re all tricked into the feeling of hope, getting a group name, a concept, stage names and endless more hours of practice.

The training gets harder somehow, 10 hours a day, 1, 2, 3 and step. 1, 2, 3 and lay down for a minute because you can barely feel your legs at this point. By the end of april you have the group’s greeting stuck in your head and are closer to the the ideal weight they set for you, your mind filled with the prospect of finally making it.

The next month Seulgi is announced as an official SM Rookie alongside Irene and they’re beyond entranced by how good just the small taste of a debut feels, following a different schedule from the rest of you and when you search their name on the internet there’s a sea of of praise and comments on how exciting their official debut is going to be. It’s a good start and it makes all of you excited.

You get closer to Sooyoung than ever, having become her roomate in the new dorm you five moved in. Irene and Seulgi shared a room, since their schedules fit together and Seungwan had the privilege of sleeping alone. It was still like the old dorm, with messes all around and the close friendship you all carried.

But sometimes, just sometimes, you get the strange feeling that Seulgi is slipping away from you. Even if most nights she slides in your bed and kisses your worries away.

Still it’s weird when you go days without seeing each other and a tension sets in the air, one that makes you sick to your stomach if you think about it too much.

✿

On the 27th of july, Red Velvet debuts with an exciting and colorful song. It’s a bit shaky, some mistakes here and there, but still a success as expected from a SM group.

Two weeks before that you walk inside an all white office and a man tells you that because of some internal issues and their thorough analysis, you won’t be a part of the group anymore. When you question what the issues were, they point out that relationship between female trainees were not allowed as it could affect the performance.

He explains how they found out about everything, from another trainee apparently, and can’t risk a scandal because of it, so the best solution was keeping the two of you apart from each other. His tone extremely professional and when he adds that even if you won’t be making into the group they still have exciting plans for you in the future, you feel like punching him in the face.

It’s was lie. A blatant and well executed lie, you tell yourself as you throw cold water in your face to try and calm yourself down. Crying in a bathroom is not by far the most humiliating moment you had in the last four years but it is definitely the one you felt the most vulnerable and broken.

You know the full choreography to the damn song and every word to it, your hair tips colored an annoying shade of purple that you absolutely hated stare back at you in the mirror and when you click on the video of Red Velvet’s exciting comeback, you’re not there.

Seulgi has little to no time to see you after the debut, she calls and makes promises and apologizes and cries with you. In the back of your head you know this is not her fault and you know she’s angry and sad too, but still you feel no comfort in her words like you used to. It’s like she becomes someone very far away that you can’t reach anymore.

Training goes from hard to unbearable. The looks you get from the other trainees makes you want to rip your hair out of your head, pity or mockery, whatever it is sets you in reclusion and from there your days are a blur of waking up, practice and sleeping.

When you look at the card glued to your wall, the cursive words ‘Congrats on not giving up’ seem to laugh at you.

You see her again a few day later. and she cries with you in the empty cupboard as you tell her you’re proud of how great she’s doing. You don’t have much time, you know it, there’s probably a show she had to attend or something like that.

She doesn’t know the truth yet, the real reason why you’re not in the stage with her. They probably told her a lie, used those pretty words about internal issues, because the truth would upset her too much, and the last thing they needed was an rookie unable to perform her best false positivity.

“I’m so sorry.” She sniffs. It bothers you profoundly because it’s not her fault. You both know that.

“It’s okay.” And it’s not, you both know that too.

It feels like everything is melting away when she kisses you, like it’s escaping your fingers and you can’t grasp it anymore. This is over too, and it hurts. It hurts so much that you stop feeling it.

When she says she has to go, you nod, with promises of taking care of yourself and not giving up on your lips. There’s also a promise to see each other soon, and it’s empty as every other one.

✿

You keep in touch with half hearted texts of “how are doing” and “thought of you today”. She apologizes a lot, for taking too long to reply, for not being able to make it to lunch with you again. All you do is tell her it’s okay and that you understand.

She’s busy, you understand that and are very well aware of it because it’s all over social media and the TV. Red velvet is the next big SM success and they are unstoppable.

Kim Yerim makes into the group after two years of training and for their second comeback. It’s bittersweet. More bitter than sweet, because as much as you like her and she’s cute and suits the group well, it’s still like a punch to your face.

They get their first tv show win with ice cream cake and the managers throw a little party on the old practice room to celebrate it. The thought of seeing Seulgi both excites and scares you, the last time you had managed to have an actual conversation had been too long ago. and there are a number of things you wanted to say. Good job, congratulations, I am proud of you. You deserve this, no one deserves this more than you. And they are all true, but instead when you finally see her, you ask “Is it everything you thought it would be?”

It’s a vague question that could have many meanings but she understands it of course. She remembers all the conversations you two had about this, about this dream, when your ambitions were still the same.

“Not really.” Is her reply and you are confused, how is being in one of the most popular girl group is not all that.

“How come?”

“I don’t know.” She avoids your eyes, fingers playing with the hem of her pink tennis skirt. You keep your eyes trained on the blonde hair she managed to make work. “I always thought you would be by my side when all this happened.”

The cupboard feels somehow smaller than it did all those other times, making her feel as close to you as possible and your heart shatters again in million pieces. Again, there’s a lot of things you could have replied with, but this last year had shaped you into a person you’re not sure you know anymore.

“Well, it’s not my fault.” The words spill out of your mouth without you noticing and the regret is immediate when you see the flash of hurt that goes through her eyes.

She breathes out. “I Know that. I Know it’s not your fault. I’m just saying that in my mind things always played differently.” Her words are fast like she just wants them to get out already. “We would make plans and daydream about these moments together and now that I’m living them by myself I...I keep catching myself wondering if you are happy.”

You look down, your eyes stinging from tears that you don’t want to shed. “I am happy for you.” Is that enough, you think in the back of your head.

She’s looking at you now, sighing with a pained face and the stage outfit she has on is too out of place for this conversation. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Well, what do you want me to say? That I’ve been having the time of my life being a trainee while everyone else is living my dream?” Your worlds are fast and if the tears start falling you don’t notice. “That it’s the best feeling of the world being lied to many times and exhausting myself over nothing? That on top of all that I can’t even be with you?”

Her eyes close and you want to get out of this cupboard, feel your skin itching to escape. “Please, stop.”

“I-”

She doesn’t let you talk. “I want you to do something about it.”

“What can i do? I’m lost and I don’t even know if i want any of this anymore.” your voice is desperate, defeated like a cry from help. Why would you keep looking for a dream that wasn’t even yours in the first place, you just adopted it for convenience. A child too scared to be nothing.

She comes closer as if that was possible, and moves a strand of your hair out of your face. “You say i’m living my dream but this is not it. My dream was for both of us to make it.” The tears just come out of your eyes non stop as she whispers the words. “Even if it’s not together I still want you to make it… Ii want you to be happy because if you give up, then my dream is over.”

Her arms embrace your body and you almost laugh because it’s been over a year but her hug still feels like home to you, there’s still comforting and calming about being in her arms.

“Do you remember when we would stay until 1am practicing that girl’s generation song?” She mumbles against your hair, making you laugh amidst your tears.

“Yeah,” You mutter,” it took us a long time to get it right.”

She brings a thumb to wipe your face, a sad smile crossing her face. “And when I said I wanted to go home you asked me to stay beca-“

“Because it was only worth it if you were there with me.” You finish it for her but before she can reply there’s a knock on the door followed by a call of her name. They have to leave in 5 minutes.

“I think about that almost every time I’m on stage. How I want to see you there doing what we worked hard to get.” She says in a rush, “And I know it’ll happen. I'll see you on that stage and we’ll be together. Like we are supposed to.”

You initiate the hug this time, muttering a thank you and telling her you couldn’t possibly love someone more in your entire life. There’s two minutes left and she uses it to press a kiss to your lips, quick but sweet.

You both know that would be the last kiss you would share for a long time, but this time it doesn’t feel so much like a goodbye.

•

A month later your contract with SM entertainment expires and you leave without looking back. Two months later a new entertainment company scouts you and even if it’s smaller and a lot less known, you still feel good and excited like you haven’t feel in years.

The girls are nice and most of them don’t comment on the fact that you just left the biggest entertainment to be there. I’s pleasant even it the training is still exhausting and sometimes you still think about giving up, but you don’t.

A year later Red Velvet has a comeback, another success. You text seulgi for the first time in 10 months and it’s as short lived as you thought it would be but it still makes you feel happy to talk to her.

13 months later you debut in a group with six other girls and it’s a small success. The song is good and the concept suits you but nothing beats the overwhelming feeling of getting to do the things you trained so long for.

You knew you would end up seeing her one way or another, you just didn’t think it would be this fast. One moment you’re in the dressing room getting ready to perform live and the next your manager is telling you have to go say hi to the other groups that are performing to build relationships. On the way your group mates chatter on how excited they are to meet the boy groups and possibly getting their numbers, making you laugh alongside with them.

Not a lot of things could’ve prepared for when your manager opens the door and Red Velvet stands there. Seulgi stands there, a hair roller on her bangs and her eyes go up when she realizes someone has entered the room.

They all get up fast and it only takes a few moments for them to realize it’s you.

“____!” Seungkwan exclaims but you pay no mind to it. You can’t pay no mind to anything besides Seulgi’s eyes on yours. Your hands twitch, wishing you could go there and touch her, kiss her, anything.

In the back of your head you hear your manager introducing the group, the greeting coming natural to you and then your leader is handing them your album, which joohyun accepts with the promise of “taking good care of ____’s group.”

You hug all of them after that and when it finally gets to Seulgi it’s like a deep breath of relief is left out. Like a weight is out of your shoulders. “You made it.” She tells you simply, a blinding smile on her lips.

“Yes, I made it.” There’s years of shared dreams and experiences in those words and in the hug you two share. You feel like you could drown in this very moment. “We finally made it.”

It’s not exactly what you thought it would be when you would lay down on your bed and look at the annoyingly colorful “congrats on not giving up” card. It’s not what the two of you would talk about for hours while laying down on the cold practice room floor.

But she’s here, and that’s enough.

#seulgi scenarios #red velvet scenarios #girl group scenarios #girl group scenario #i love this fic #pls give it some love its v special to me

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Scout x Reader: For Too Long

You repeatedly tapped your pen on the table, biting your lower lip as you thought about what to put on the paper that was laid out right in front of you. "Alright, well, Pyro had some strange stuff in his closet, but I guess I'll consider it." You uttered, and proceeded to mark the box next to Pyro's name. You were one of the Administrator's assistants, and your job was to check the mercenaries' rooms to see if they have any suspicious equipment. You have to admit, it was boring, but you can't complain either. You did develop some interesting relationships with the team, anyway.

Placing your pen down, you stretched out your arms and laid back further on your chair, relieved that you finally finished what you have to do for today. Your body felt numb, all because you walked through the bases, which are also extremely huge and are separated in a far distance. A long sigh escaped your lips, "Finally. I can rest." You were supposed to close your eyes, until a loud knock interrupted your relaxed moment.

The noise immediately caused you to stand up from your chair and walk towards the door. There wasn't anyone else in the office — except for Miss Pauling and the Administrator — to suddenly come up on your door, so you had no choice but to quickly answer the door.

You fixed yourself before opening the door, and to no surprise, you were faced with your boss. "Ah! What can I help you with, ma'am?" You forced yourself to flash a small smile. Don't wanna look gloomy now, do we? The puff of smoke from the Administrator's cigarette somehow made its way to your nose, and you simply covered your face with your hand. "We need to talk, Miss (Y/n)." She spoke, while her gaze was away from yours. The solemnity in her voice made your stomach swirl. You knew you wouldn't like what she was going to say next, you didn't know what triggered her but all you know is that it was probably something you did. You gritted your teeth and furrowed your eyebrows, "U-Uh— Sure. Would you like to come in or—?"

"We can talk here."

"Ri- Right…"

You closed the door behind you and stood up straight, waiting for the Administrator to speak up once again. "Miss (Y/n), how long have you been here?" She raised a question that filled your head with confusion. She knows the answer, and yet she asks you this question. However, you still answered, not wanting to irritate the woman in front of you. "Um, I've been here for three years, ma'am." You responded formally. Clenching your fists, your arms stayed at your sides. The Administrator walked towards the window, which was at the opposite side of your room, and spoke whilst her back was onto you.

"In those three years, what have you done?" She questioned again. Your eyes followed her figure, but you stayed at where you were. "Well, I go around the bases on a daily basis to see if the mercenaries are keeping anything in secret." You could have sworn to yourself that you saw her turn head on a slight angle. You could feel her intense gaze, even when she isn't looking directly at you.

"What else?"

You thought for a few seconds, bringing up your hand to your chin, "Oh! I often substitute Miss Pauling whenever she's busy with…other business." You explained, the last part of your statement sounding rather unsure. Maybe tuning your voice like that was a bad idea, as the Administrator fully turned around to you with a displeased expression on her face. "And that's it? You've done nothing else?" She creepily walked towards you as she spoke, causing you to take a step backward. Anxiety crawled up to your veins as you caught a glimpse of her eyes. "I, uh— Yes, ma'am." You stammered between your sentences, in fear that she might slap you out of nowhere.

But she didn't. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at you. She backed up and dropped her cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to get rid of the smoke. "Miss (Y/n), did you forget that we have cameras all over this place?" She questioned you again. "Huh?" You blabbered, genuinely confused by her sudden questioning. You didn't know how to respond, you simply stood there with a puzzled look on your face. She hummed at your stance, the corner of her lips perking up. "We know everything. We watch everything."

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You felt like you were being choked by some kind of invisible force. "Well, maybe except for your room. That would be an invasion of privacy." The Administrator interrupted your running thoughts as she walked past towards you, making you tense up your shoulders. She stopped right behind you while you were contemplating the situation.

"So, from this day onward, you will be forbidden to visit the bases."

Did you just hear that correctly? You immediately turned your head towards her, waving your hands everywhere as you couldn't understand her motivation behind this. "But- I don't- May I ask why?" You were extremely in shock that you couldn't get your sentences right. The world felt like it was breaking down to pieces, the gray color replacing the rainbows that once scattered around your vision. "Why?" She repeated your question and turned around, looking directly at you with such seriousness. "Because you've been distracting the mercenaries!" She yelled, finally breaking her formal gestures and speaking. "Especially your little sly boyfriend." You gasped at what she said.

"Bo- Boyfriend?"

Oh.

Scout.

Realization struck through you. "Wha- Ma'am, it isn't what you think!" You tried to make up an excuse. It was true that you have some feelings for the youngest mercenary in the team, but having the Administrator find out what you've been doing just for him for the past few years will get you real trouble. You couldn't bear the thought. "No, no more excuses. I've had enough." She breathed in and out, calming her senses. "That's all. You can get back to work." She simply stated, walking away and leaving you utterly broken.

But she stopped in her tracks, saying one last thing before she leaves the scene, "Oh, and,"

"Miss Pauling will exchange jobs with you."

She walked away sassily. All sorts of emotions burst through you, causing you to immensely tremble. You knew Scout had a huge crush on Miss Pauling before, what if it comes back now? You'll lose your chance. Oh god, you can't even accept the fact that this whole thing is happening. You won't even be able to see the other mercenaries! They were like your best friends.

You felt a tear drop from your cheek. You quickly wiped it away to avoid anyone from seeing your weakness. Afterwards, you quickly returned to your room, letting out all your tears as you weep on your bed.

Little did you know that Miss Pauling saw the whole thing happen. Watching from a corner.

The Next Day

"Oh, hey, Miss Pauling!" Scout greeted the purple-wearing lady as she entered the base. "Hi, Scout." She greeted back with a weak smile. The young man looked around the surroundings, as if he's looking for something — or someone — specific. He scratched his head, "That's kinda weird. Usually, it be (Y/n) who comes around by this time." Miss Pauling nervously laughed at his statement and gripped her clipboard tightly. "Ah, well— We're just switching jobs for a bit. She got a lot of work from the Administrator." She waved her hand in front of her neck, implying that she could get killed if she told him the actual reason.

Scout got the sign but interpreted it wrongly. He first raised a finger, his eyes narrowed and mouth slightly agape. His eyebrows then raised and his eyes widened as soon as he realized what she was trying to say. "Ohh, right, right!" He finger gunned at her, and she merely nodded in response. They both agreed on something they didn't even get the message correctly. "Well, uh, why don't ya check my room first?" He pointed behind his back with his thumb. "Sure." Miss Pauling accepted his offer with a smile. Scout led the way to his room, skipping over the way as the black-haired lady trailed behind.

Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Miss Pauling quickly checked around his room — it was unsurprisingly messy — and marked off Scout's name on the clipboard she has been holding. "Seems like you've got nothing suspicious hidden." She remarked, turning around just to see the young man scavenging through his closet. "Uh, Scout?" She called out for him. He didn't even bother to look up or hum at least, and it caused Miss Pauling to approach him to take a closer look at what he's doing.

"Aha! Found it!" He cheered as he raised his arms with a pen in hand. "It's a…pen." Miss Pauling spoke in an uninterested tone. Scout waved the pen, "Hell yea it is! I borrowed it from (Y/n), actually, and I was gunna give it back to her today, buuut only you came." He approached Miss Pauling with a pleading smile and lent the pen to her. "Maybe ya can give to back to her?"

Miss Pauling snickered at his gestures. "Sure. I'll stop by her room later." She took the pen from his hand, taking a quick scan of the item. It was a simple-looking pen with a cap, the ink almost drained out and the ends look like they've been scratched intensely. She couldn't understand how it happened but here she is, with your pen in hand. When she took her gaze away from the item, Scout was grinning widely like an idiot. He suddenly took her into a tight hug for a quick moment and put her down afterwards, nearly leaving her breathless. "Thanks, Miss Pauling! You da best!" Scout gave her a thumbs up as his wide grin stayed on his face, Miss Pauling did the same thing but with a more distressed expression.

Later that day, she actually stopped by your room to give back your pen. She knew you had a lot of spare pens to use, so she didn't see why she still had to give this to you, but she could see that you were lonely and wanted to check on you, at least. You quickly answered the door once she knocked, and you were actually surprised that the dorkiest person you've known for the entire time that you've worked here would actually give back something you never really thought of. You merely thanked your co-worker and went back to work, Miss Pauling got extremely concerned when she saw the depressed look on your face.

She had to do something.

Several Weeks Later

Another day, another chance to sulk in your room. You were getting bored with the current job you had, all you had to do was watch the battle immense and take down notes. Where's the fun in that? The only people you could talk to was Miss Pauling and the Administrator, and nothing interesting ever really comes up in your conversations. You already missed the enormous laughter and screaming voices of the 9 men you loved wholeheartedly. It gets you sad every time you think of them.

Meanwhile, Miss Pauling was once again in the base, checking everyone's room for any suspicious equipment. She decided to visit Scout last, as she didn't know how to confront him in case he asks where the hell you are.

But this day was different.

Scout was acting strangely. Too strangely. He was silent the entire time Miss Pauling searched throughout his room, with his arms crossed against his chest and leaned on one of his desks. She got worried and questioned what was bothering him, "Scout? Are you okay? You've been quiet."

His lips almost immediately turned into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing. Miss Pauling sighed, the expression on his face making her feel uneasy. "Scout, are you—"

"Where the heck is (Y/n)?"

And boom. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew he would ask one day, but for some reason, she wasn't prepared for this moment. Nervously, she spoke, "Scout, I can't tell you that."

"And why not?!"

"Because we're being watched!"

Silence fell through the room. It wasn't normal for the lady to shout in conversations, and even Scout himself was shocked at the event. Miss Pauling rubbed the bridge of her nose and took a heavy sigh before looking up again, "Scout, look, I really want to clear your questions and all, but I just can't tell you. Alright?" The young man frowned at her response. He brought his gaze away from her and stared hard at the ground. It's been so long since the last time he saw (Y/n), he's getting mildly worried and wanted to ask Miss Pauling where she was, but all he got was refusal of an answer. Even the other men were getting worried about the lady whose bright smile would make up their day in an instant.

And Miss Pauling knows all of that. She wasn't dumb, she took notice of their actions and frequently received questions about her friend. A sigh once again escaped her lips, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her clipboard, and started writing.

Scout didn't notice as he was too focused on keeping his attention away from the lady. He doesn't like her anymore, was she trying to get him back when it's already too late? His thoughts were cut off when Miss Pauling suddenly took his hand and put something in it, "Don't tell anybody. And don't do anything stupid." She whispered quietly to him, she immediately backed away from him and left the room without saying a single word.

Scout blinked multiple times before setting his attention on whatever Miss Pauling just gave him. It was a piece of paper, and was almost crumpled. He carefully opened it with his bandage-wrapped hands, and what he read made his jaw drop and immediately regret those thoughts he had earlier.

He should have known.

Some Time Later

"BLU team, the intelligence has been captured! Retrieve it now!" The Administrator shouted into the microphone, alerting the team and causing everyone to move quickly. You stood there beside her, with a clipboard and pen in hand. Specifically, you were using the pen that Miss Pauling gave you, the one that Scout borrowed. You missed him and the others, and just wanted to at least bring one piece of memory that could cheer you up as you watched the battle through the screens.

You saw Scout run through Tuefort, a frown on your face. Even with him visible across the screen, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of sadness in your heart. He was the one, and you knew that, and the Administrator took it all away. You couldn't blame her either, though.

A knock on the door somehow echoed throughout the room. Both you and the Administrator turned your heads around to the sound, but you made it up for her, "I'll go get it."

She nodded and went back to announcing alerts for the teams, as you quickly jogged to the door and grabbed the doorknob, expecting to see Miss Pauling or, perhaps, Mister Hale. That guy is crazy but who else would disturb his assistants when there's a battle going on? You took a quick breath before completely opening the door and putting on a fake smile, "Hello, how can I—"

"Hey, (Y/n)!"

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropped, and you even nearly dropped the objects you were holding. "Whoa, okay there. Is just me, sweet buns." Scout spread his arms for reassurance, but you stood there completely shocked at what you were seeing.

"(Y/n), who's there?"

You turned around nervously at the sound of the Administrator's voice, thankfully she was still facing the screens, but still, you couldn't let her know that one of the mercenaries was in the office! You will get screwed! And worse, him! "Um, it's just, uh, Miss Pauling! She's asking some questions and I'll be helping her for a few minutes!" You spitted out a lie, if you had to be honest, you didn't know if it would work.

But it did. The Administrator trusted your words, even with that tone in your voice, and let you off easy. "Okay, make it quick."

"Yes, ma'am!" After responding to her simple command, you immediately closed the door and grabbed Scout's wrist, taking him somewhere else as you didn't want your upcoming disastrous conversation to be overheard by anyone. You ended up dragging him — he was wincing and begging you to slow down — in a storage space and that's where you bursted out. "Scout, what are you doing here?! Actually, how are you here?! Who's in the battlefield?!" Your hand gestures just showed how shocked you are at this moment. Scout waved his hand to shake off the pain and merely grinned at your questions, "It was Spy! Cool, ain't it?"

Was he flexing? He was flexing. You took a palm to your face and sighed, "Of course it was Spy."

"Hey, at least I got here!"

You looked at him with disappointment, your hands running over your hair and your face scrunching up. "No, Scout, you can't be here. You know that! Both you and I will get screwed if the Administrator finds out!" You were practically yelling at this point, you still couldn't believe the boy of your dreams somewhat managed to get here, how else were you supposed to react? Even Miss Pauling would be devastated at the sight of him being here. Scout noticed the emotions you were emitting and frowned, "Come on now, it's been far too long, (Y/n)." The change in his tone made you ease up a little bit. Your arms dropped at your sides as you listened to what he had to say.

"Actually, I just wanted to see ya— But, uh, the other dudes missed ya too!" He was shifting and blushing furiously, his ears were flushing red as his eyes were going everywhere except at you. You were speechless. You didn't know what to say. Did he really escape the battle just to see you? Would you even be able to believe that? What if it was a Spy who was trying to make you feel all sorts of emotions?

No, it can't be. Spy was too old for you. "Scout, I, I didn't— I wasn't expecting to—"

"To see me here? Yeah, me either."

Scout cut you off before you even got to finish what you were trying to say, he continued to ramble about his journey all the way here. One part included that he had to beg to Engineer for making a teleporter but he was rejected by the Texan. You heard everything he said, but you just couldn't speak up. He is right in front you, weren't you supposed to feel happy? Didn't you want to see him?

You didn't know what to feel and just cried off at the spot, bringing your hands to your face. The young man immediately stopped his gibberish talking as soon as he heard you sob, and he panicked, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay, chill! Did I say something wrong or what?!" He tried to hold your arms for comfort, but he was afraid he would scare you. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as he saw your tears fall off your cheeks. "Dammit, Scout! I've missed you so much!" You wailed as your hands stayed on your face. Another sob escaped your lips. The heartbreaking sound ripping out Scout's sense of hearing and tearing his heart apart. He couldn't bare to see you like this.

He sighed, "I- I missed you too, (Y/n)." He shyly spoke, averting his gaze away from you even though you had your eyes covered. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "No, to be honest? I really wanted to see you. Shit, maybe I did this because I love you."

"Huh?" You put away your hands and looked at Scout in confusion. You still had tears falling off from your face, but you came to your senses. His face was so red to the point he looked like a tomato, "Eh, well, I mean— I loved you! I mean, I love you right now, but like— I just— Ugh, whatever." His sentences came in stutters as he was too embarrassed by what he just said, he had his head lowered in defeat. But you didn't care. You thought it was cute, actually. For once, a genuine happy smile crept to your face. You embraced him into a tight hug and cried into his chest, this time they were tears of joy.

Scout was shocked at your action and didn't move an inch. He was hesitant if he should hug you back, but sooner or later, you felt his arms around you. It made you feel safe and happy, and you didn't want to let go.

"I love you too, Scout."

Extra Scene

The sun shone through the windows of the base, setting off shadows of various shapes and adding a warm glow to the large area. Scout walked through the hallways to the dining area with a cheeky grin on his face. The other mercenaries noticed this as he sat down, starting to munch down on his food without saying a word.

Sniper raised an eyebrow at his change of mood, "Ya seem lively today, mate."

"Yeah, yesterday was awesome!"

Spy remembered what he had to do with him and groaned in frustration. Soldier slammed his hands on the table, causing the utensils to shake vigorously due to his force, and pointed a finger aggressively at the young man. "Did you get a girlfriend or what?!"

"I did!"

Their eyes widened at his answer. "I…I was not expecting that kind of answer!" Soldier announced as he sat back down. Scout grinned cockily at them, amused about the fact that they couldn't believe a word he said. "You guys don't believe me? Her name is—"

"Hey, guys?"

They all turned their heads to the door, and there you were. "(Y/n)!" Scout stood up from his seat and ran towards you, bringing you to a hug.

"IT'S (Y/N)?!" The other mercenaries shouted in disbelief. You looked at them in confusion, but soon realized what they were saying. Bringing your gaze to your newly found love, you gasped, "Scout, you told them?!"

He grinned at you, "How can I not? I want to flex to them my beautiful girl." He poked your nose, making you giggle. The 8 men watched you two lovebirds, a frown on their faces except for Pyro who was clapping happily for the new couple.

It was kind of embarrassing to know that the Administrator did find out about you two, though.

#a bit long but it's ok #actually it's really long #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 fanfic #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 x reader #scout x reader

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randombtsprincessa · 5 years ago

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Base to Base

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Seokjin x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 5k

Genre: Smut/Fluff, Established Relationship!

Summary: You reminisce about your relationship with your boyfriend over the course of four bases.

Warning: Fluffy and softly grumpy Jinnie, the four bases, french kissing, shirtless Jin, flirting badly omg sorry, oral (both receiving), fingering, kitchen sex (clean up after this), unprotected sex (be safe guys)!

A/N: The following work is part of the In the Mood Project for @bangtansmutcentraland the lovely moodboard is contributed by @meispace <3

The feel of soft hands meeting the curve of your waist was what drew your attention to the new presence in your small but decently equipped kitchen. You hummed, lips rising in a smile when your ear buds were removed, gently looping them around your neck.

“Good morning,” you murmured, letting your head tilt back, against a broad shoulder. A shoulder to rival all shoulders as a matter of fact.

Mr. Shoulders hums right back, fingers skimming over your torso to rest at your stomach, holding you to him. “Hi, what are we up to?”

You glanced down at your hands, holding the skillet that sizzled with pancakes. The aroma of sweet carbohydrates and melting butter had already permeated the kitchen.

“I’m…making breakfast?” your words sounded as much a question to you as an answer, wondering why he asked. You backed further into him, nestling against his large frame until you noticed the closed eyelids.

“You mean you left me in bed all by my lonesome for food?”

You had to roll your eyes. If there was one thing your boyfriend of four years was, it was clingy and whiny when tired. He had been working hard – too hard, in your opinion – for the last two weeks, perfecting a presentation that would guarantee him a promotion. The presentation had pulled off spectacularly; the man resulted to entering your shared apartment with an air of extreme satisfaction.

An impromptu date had followed.

You had been hesitant, worrying he might collapse straight into his steak but he’d held up, driving the both of you back carefully before dropping and passing out in bed with barely any cleaning up, curled around you like a huge snuggly teddy bear. You’d hoped to make him some breakfast in bed for a well earned weekend but with his heavy body draped over yours, it was futile.

“Baby,” you cooed, turning around to hug him, hands rubbing over his bare back in an effort to soothe out the separation anxiety he proclaimed to suffer from. “Go back to bed, yeah? I’ll get you breakfast in bed.”

Jin whined again, a low car-like sound. “I want to stay with you.”

“But I’ll burn the breakfast; fine, go sit at the table, I’m nearly done.”

This time, you were met with resigned acceptance. Jin unlatched from you, shuffling to the round dining table tucked in one corner of your kitchen – living room juncture and slumped, his head laying flat against the wooden surface. His eyes remained focused on you, bleary.

You kept your gaze on him until his dippers slid shut and his pouty lips parted that you turned back to your food, frowning at the darker shade of the pancake that you were working on.

Cursing mentally, you saved it for yourself, adding it to the pile and lifting the batter spoon again.

If anybody asked you for any relationship advice, you would always say that never do anything that makes you uncomfortable, no matter how much you love that person.

Of course, you couldn’t practice what you preached when it came to your best friend, Sulli.

Deeply vibrant, sparkling with adventure and the first love of your life; Sulli was the voice over the phone that dragged you places. Former whining on your part almost always died down when you saw what she had planned for you and obviously, she blatantly flaunted that fact.

As a matter of fact, you were glad that Sulli was an exception to your rule; otherwise you might have never met the second love of your life.

Sulli had been incessant for the last few days of your senior year in college. ‘It is the last days before the finals.’ ‘It would be stupid not to attend one last party before we are no longer students.’ ‘We won’t have time before we have to start looking for work.’

You had agreed with a subtle sigh and eye roll, knowing she wouldn’t let up until you were in the car with her.

Of course, only this time you weren’t so thrilled about where she took you.

“A sports club; SULLI,” you screeched even as Sulli’s small red car drew into the parking.

“What, it’s just a cute little place where cute men crawl about; talking about shit nobody actually cares about but makes them feel good. It’ll be fine.”

“Still, I could be studying. I am definitely not interested in being mansplained about how to tell cricket from baseball.” You huffed, reluctant to even leave the car.

Your tornado of a friend ducked her head, lips already pouting in that magical way she knew always got her what she wanted.

Fuck…

“Fine…” you gritted your teeth, missing the way she grinned when you turned to get out of the car, following obediently as she opened the door of the club, fluid as she moved to lean over the counter.

“Hey, is the bar open yet?”

The man who was wiping down the end of the counter glanced up, looking curiously at you and Sulli before shaking his head, “The bar isn’t, opens at 8 in the evening; but the restaurant is. Breakfast time,” he explained, whipping a thumb behind his shoulder to the door that lead further in.

“Well, what luck, I haven’t had anything to eat in the morning.” Sulli threw you a lopsided smile and you snorted lightly, both of you walking in to get some ‘breakfast’.

You had been pleasantly surprised to see the restaurant buzzing with low volume; unlike the loud chatter you were expecting. Sulli led you to a small booth at the back, listing through the menu in an uninterested manner.

“It’s a self service.” You noted.

“Right, I want to have an egg salad. Do you want to go order?” She asked you. You obliged, walking to the front to place your order.

It was then when you had met Kim Seokjin.

Sitting with his back to you when you slid your order across, you were met with a pair of big, beautiful brown eyes that were raised at your presence.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

The man smiled, a little unsure. “I don’t think so. Sorry for staring. I didn’t know girls came here.” He said.

You trained an amused gaze his way. “I didn’t see an exclusive to men sign anywhere.”

“No, but it’s unspoken, isn’t it? This is where boys come to be stupid loud, and refined creatures like you avoid.” He leant in a little. “Between you and me I find it a load of crap. Women can be loud too and men can be graceful and cultured.”

You watched him as he nodded in a convincing manner. You decided to play along.

“So, what is a cultured graceful man like you doing here?” You asked.

The man straightened – a nice, tall height – pointing to the booth next to where Sulli sat, immersed in her phone. The man sitting in the booth looked up, noticing you and your companion and gave a cheeky wave.

“That’s my brother. He’s got the whole ‘I’m a man who needs to go to sports bar to seem cool’ thing going on. Young folks, you know.” He shrugged. “I, myself, am not so much a sports person but I don’t leave him alone if I can.”

“That’s…strangely sweet of you.” You blinked in surprise as the waitress rang his food. He picked up the two trays of subway sandwiches and smiled.

“Well, I’ll see you around I guess, I’m Seokjin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you answered, stepping forward in line.

Needless to say, Sulli had been ecstatic when she heard about your interaction with Seokjin. That, plus the fact that he stopped by your table to say goodbye and ask if he was going to see you around had prompted your best friend to have you frequent the club further.

The ritual of going through pretty outfits and sitting at the counter until Jungkook – Jin’s brother – and Jin would show up only ended until he actually asked you out.

Jin winced when a loud cheer went through the crowds in the bar. You giggled as he cast you a despairing glance. “I don’t understand. Call me weird, but it’s just a ball.”

“You’re absolutely right. Nothing to lose minds over,” You acquiesced, not mentioning that your father was a sports buff as well.

“I’d much rather be at home, watching Master Chef.” Jin muttered.

“You’re into cooking?” You asked, surprised yet again.

“Very much, I love cooking, baking. I could be borderline Michelin with all the times I’ve had to feed that buffoon over there.” He indicated the corner where Jungkook was slamming his heavy beer mug on the wood. You pursed your lips.

“You should cook me something.” You teased, nudging his broad shoulders when he paused, the swig of beer swirling in his cheek before he swallowed.

“About that; I don’t know about cooking, but I have this reference for a French restaurant? It’s supposed to be really good. I was going to try it out this weekend. Do you…want to come with me? If it’s terrible, we’ll hit McDonalds.” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

You watched him, smiling as you brought your glass of punch to your lips. “Sure, I’d love to.”

Jin’s eyes flickered to you, meeting the smirk with his own. “It’s a date.”

The date had been beautiful. You’d dressed up but kept it simple, not wanting to overdo it even as the hostess walked you to a window facing table where Jin already sat. you were glad to see he hadn’t suited up, a simple black turtle neck, slacks and a grey jacket thrown over the back of his chair, the only dressed up he’d accommodated.

Your date with Jin had been near perfect, the light, crisp wine, the dish you couldn’t pronounce and Jin allowing you to split the bill before walking you to your car were still ingrained in your mind and it was doubtful anyone could ever surpass it.

Now of course, it was pointless, what with the man sprawled out on the table for you to love.

“Thank you, it was a lovely place, I had a lot of fun.” You said, turning to face him when you were next to your car.

“I’m happy you did. Also, thank god the place was good; I didn’t want a bad fish to ruin this date.” Jin chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at the joke before rising up to your tip toes, pushing to be the forward one.

Jin accepted the kiss graciously, large palm moving to cup your cheek as he held you close to him but still respectful of the premise of the first date. Could this man get anymore perfect?

He pulled back for some air, staring at you with his pupils blown out a little before diving in again, his hand sliding to your back as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, barely brushing the edge inside.

You placed both hands on his shoulders, allowing him to enter your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours, a dance that tasted of the chilled wine before disconnecting again, taking deep breaths.

“We should go home, before I decide to get in the car with you.” He chuckled, carefully removing his hands from your body, palming through his hair.

“We have time. We just passed first base.”

Jin frowned, looking confused as you slid into the driver’s side, rolling down the window.

“First base?”

“Hey, we met in a sports bar; might as well keep the spirit alive.”

You winked at him, pulling out from your spot as Jin burst out laughing, waving at you before blowing a kiss.

You placed the lid on the pancake box, turning to look fondly at your still snoozing boyfriend. His arms encased his head, protective as he covered his eyes from the sunlight in the kitchen.

You moved over, trailing your fingertips over his bare skin. The supple surface had cooled in the chill of your home but you found him warm nonetheless, letting your hand rest over him, remembering the time you had seen him shirtless for the first time and he you, while also crossing the second base.

“Why are you shirtless?” You asked, pausing in the doorway of his kitchen.

Jin grumbled; nodding at the shirt he’d thrown to the floor. “I spilled soy sauce all over it. Damned bad luck; it’s one of my best white shirts…” He sighed, shaking his head before returning to his stirring.

“Oh,” you gulped, feeling heat seep into the apples of your cheeks at the vision in front of you.

Jin’s pacific shoulders stretched out, nearly taking up half the space of the kitchen, the muscles rippling every time those sinewy arms shuffled with the hissing pan. He thwacked the spatula against the rim of the utensil, bending down to sniff at the condiments. The jeans he wore tightened against his hips, dragging your eyes to the curve of his rear. You gulped again.

“Do you want me to get you another shirt?”

“No, I’m cool.” Jin blinked when he turned to face you. “Are you okay?”

“Yep,”

“You look feverish, is it the heat?”

Well, it was definitely something alright but you managed to shake your head. Jin frowned, “Are you allergic to something in here?”

“No, Jin, I’m fine, really.”

“But you’re all red and jumpy and…” He trailed off, glancing at you strangely before down at his bare body. It took him a second but you saw the light bulb go on.

Your boyfriend smirked. “Is it me, Y/N? Am I making you hot?”

You would’ve rolled your eyes, made a snarky comment, anything but the way Jin reached back to turn down the stove and strode over to tower over you; eyes challenging and smug changed your mind.

You reached for him, his hands willingly wrapping around you to allow your lips to mesh together. Jin grinned into the kiss, large palms sliding down to your thighs before he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.

“You’re overdressed.” He mumbled, detaching from you to flick open the pearl buttons of your sleek blouse. You placed open mouthed kisses against the column of his throat while he slid the top away from your shoulders, his fingers playing with the straps of your cream bra.

His eyes met yours, hinting a question and you met his with approval, raising your arms so he could push the flimsy material over your head. You dropped your arms, eyes downcast as Seokjin dragged his over your newly bared skin. Gently fingertips pushed your chin up to where he placed a kiss to your eager mouth.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, foreheads pressing to yours. Hands clasping your knees he dragged you to the edge of the island, his mouth hovering over your neck and clavicle, while his warm breath wafted on your skin, soaking in.

By the time he closed his pillow like petals over your peaking nipples, tongue laving over them, you were already aching against the very obvious bulge that was pressed right against your core.

Naturally, dinner was a bit late.

“Baby,” you called, hand now rubbing against his neck, trying to push him towards consciousness.

Seokjin grumbled, unintelligible before turning his head away from you. You gasped in mock offense. “A minute ago you didn’t want to leave me, now you’re pushing me away.”

“It was longer than a minute.” Jin raised his head to give you an owlish look. “You left me alone for too long; now I’m self sufficient.”

“Uh-huh, fine then, I suppose I’ll be eating all these pancakes by myself.” You moved to your own seat, placing two fluffy pancakes on your own plate and slathering them with chocolate syrup.

“Rude,” Jin huffed, brightening only when you put two on his own plate, sliding the butter and honey over. “If you were nicer, it would be you and honey on the menu for me but you’re playing.” He pouted.

“Jin!” You whined, “Please don’t, I’ve been having flashbacks all morning and you’re not helping.”

Your boyfriend paused mid-bite. “Flashbacks…? What kind of flashbacks?”

“About us, our time together…just stuff,” You took a bite into your pancake while Jin continued to stare at you.

“You were thinking about the bases, weren’t you?” He asked shrewdly, quirking his eyebrow.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because you got all messed up when I brought up eating you out casually. I mean I don’t want to brag but after four years together I can still get you all hot and bothered. I’m awesome.”

You tossed a sprig of rosemary at him in retaliation which he batted away before grinning lasciviously. “I’m right aren’t I? You were thinking of our ‘times’ together.”

“Jin,” You warned.

“Remember third base?”

Oh didn’t you…

“Oh my god, stop,” You placed a hand flat on Kim Seokjin’s perfect face, trying to push it away but damn the man was strong. All the hours he spent with Jungkook in that absurd Club gym weren’t wasted after all.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Jin, Sulli’s in the house. It’s weird.”

“She’s not in the room, is she? Just please, I’ve been waiting for so long. You promised!”

You yanked yourself away when you felt Jin’s hand trailing up your jeans. Ever since you’d crossed second base, Jin had become much more insistent on getting the bases out of the way. It had been five months already but neither of you had had enough time, what with your ongoing thesis and his job starting as a financial advisor.

The changing hours had left him tired, not much happening if he came over, only to fall asleep while you did your own thing or joined him.

Now he was settled and you were free. Jin’s way of celebrating that was to ‘get over with third base’.

“Y/N just let me taste you. I was so hard thinking about it and I had to talk to my boss sporting a boner. It’s the least you can do.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have thought about it.”

He growled. “Are you joking? I have a fucking beautiful girlfriend, how am I not supposed to think about getting my mouth on every available inch of you?”

You were so surprised by his vehemence that you never noticed his hand on your waistband, popping the button open. You straightened, allowing him to tug the zipper down. Jin’s eyes were darkening, lower lip caught in his teeth as he glanced up at you hungrily.

“Lay back, baby,”

You obeyed, positioning yourself flat on your back in the center of your bed. Jin hovered over you, sliding the jeans off you and tossing it over his shoulders.

“I thought you said no?” He asked, leaning over you to tap at the silk covering you. You hummed absently. “I said no, until Sulli leaves.”

“So, I can go to town?”

You groaned. “You are so lame.”

Jin pushed himself against you, a hand lifting your face to his. “You love me,” he shushed before crawling down your body, lifting the thin tank top to expose your stomach.

You watched; lips caught between your teeth, as Seokjin took a breath, lowering his mouth till it rested just over your navel, small brushes lilting against your rapidly heating skin. “Relax, love, you’re all red and tense.” He ran a soothing palm over your leg, taking your mind off the fact that you were indeed mostly naked in front of him.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked.

He laughed at you, eyes fond even as he was slipping a thumb into the waistband of your panties, edging them lower. “If you say so, but I need you a little less stiff so you can enjoy it and I can enjoy doing it to you. We don’t have to,” he began but you were already cutting him off.

“No, no, I’m fine, I want this.” You nodded frantically.

Your lover read you for a second longer, gauging your reaction before the fabric pooling around your knees vanished, tossed in the same direction your jeans were and Seokjin’s face was lowering again.

He settled himself comfortably in the space between your parted legs, making sure to place them over his shoulder, enormous as they were, holding them apart just in case you decided to close them.

And you did…

The first flicker of his tongue against the underside of your belly had you jolt in ticklish panic. Jin stopped immediately; giving you an accusing stare.

“Relax, Y/N.” He warned yet again, keeping his eyes on you as his tongue slipped out again, boldly pressing against your clit, a swift and noticeable pressure.

“Oh,” you said simply, your eyes fixed to your ceiling while you tried not to be distracted from his ministrations.

Each lick, pucker and suck against your rosy flesh had you moaning, exultation barely hidden and over the horizon. You wondered if Sulli had in fact, heard it all, each indecent and wonderful reaction; but as Jin moved, slurping lewdly against your wetness with his long, crooked fingers buried knuckle deep in you, coaxing an orgasm that blinded you and had him grunting in satisfaction, you thought: Ah, fuck it.

Jin was staring intently at you, while you kept your own eyes firmly fixed to your food.

“Well…do you?” He pressed.

“Jin,” you shook your head. “What does it matter anyway? It’s in the past, we’re here now, why are you so bothered about that?”

“Because,” He replied simply. “All those times were so hot. I don’t remember one single time when we’ve been awkward in our physical intimacy and I’m proud of us for clicking naturally.”

“Just in that one department,” You teased.

“I’m just going to point out to you that our fourth year anniversary just went by and that we live together. You might just bear my children someday.”

You threw yet another packet of condiment at him, squarely hitting him in the shoulder. He let out a short groan that made you look up in surprise. “I hurt you with a packet of pepper?”

“No, I just…I had morning wood…but you know food first…but, well, all this talk about our sex life kind of has me going again.”

Jin cast you big, warm hopeful eyes, squirming in his chair to get the point across. You eyed him right back, trying to pour as much disdain as you could into it but to no avail. Either he was too used to it or he was too horny to notice.

“Come on, Y/N,” he reached for your free hand, thumbing circles over yours.

“You have hands Jin,” you retorted, pulling at your hand but he held fast.

“Come on, Y/N,” He repeated, voice deepening to a pitch he knew had you melting in a pool of your own lust while he watched wickedly.

“Play fair, you jerk!”

Seokjin stood up, rising to his full height as he moved to your side, bending over your chair to press cool, chapped lips to your neck.

“I’m so hot for you. Plus, we love kitchen sex.” He murmured, a husky undertone already present that had you squirming in your own seat, much to his delight.

“You know you want to, baby.” Jin’s hand moved from your shoulder, brushing flat over your breast, tweaking at your hardening nipple over the over sized shirt of his you had on before settling near the apex of your legs.

“I also know exactly how you like it. We can have a mini celebration of our fourth base right here.”

You were already losing, you could tell. Your breath quickened, pulse thrumming in your ears, in tandem with Jin’s voice. You clutched at his bicep, nails inching on his skin. Your eyes fell shut when he pulled the shirt up, slipping into the cotton boy shorts that completed your night wear.

A simple push to one side and your legs were opening for the man, his fingers already running over the insides of your thighs. The delicate skin prickled, signaling goose bumps on the rise.

“Jin,” You whimpered, his body caging over yours with the other hand moving to pull at the shirt, tugging it till it popped free over your head.

“Damn, I’m never going to get tired of seeing you naked.” He grunted, already pulling his own shirt over his head to join you.

You turned in the chair, running a hand over his abdomen, feeling him clench at your touch.

“You know what I remembered?” You asked.

“Hmm?” Seokjin curved a hand under your chin, letting you fiddle with his drawstrings.

“I didn’t suck you off during our third base. I want to make up for that.” You glanced up, through your lashes even as Jin exhaled sharply, a curt nod allowing you to free him from his pants.

Seokjin’s hot, pulsating length bobbed; a sight you’d seen many times but one that struck you during times like these; when it was slow but there was desperation coating the air, causing you to appreciate just what a gorgeous man your boyfriend was in all sense of the word.

Jin waited, letting you marvel all over his manhood, hand wrapping around the base to tug at the skin. A drip of precum oozed at the head, indicating his eagerness and before he could brace himself you had engulfed him.

A healthy sex life had made you adept at taking in Jin’s size, his glans and most of his length settling into the hot cavern of your mouth and above you the man let out an obscene groan.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered when you went further, his hand reaching up to rest at the back of your head, helping you.

Minutes passed as the only sounds in the kitchen were Jin’s low grunts and the soft, squelching of his cock going down your throat. You used the extra saliva to coat his length thickly, but Jin pulled away.

“Floor, honey, get on the floor, I want to be inside you now.” He choked, his own hand wrapping tightly around his length, jerky movements giving away the edge.

You hurriedly complied, getting rid of the shorts before getting on the floor, on all fours for easiest access. Even though it definitely wasn’t your first time fucking in the kitchen, what with Jin’s fondness for cooking and your fondness for watching him at it, it had been a while. Getting your own apartment with a nice bed to fool around in, with jobs had made you both much more conservative.

Jin got on his knees behind you, patting at your legs until you moved so he could slide the folded fabric of his shirt under your knees. The other hand moved to your willing core, fingers rubbing over your swollen lips to gather your wetness.

“So wet, baby, it’s been a while since I’ve had you in the kitchen, are you excited?” He asked gently. You could already feel the smug smile in the kiss he placed over the curve of your ass as he wrapped his hands around your hips.

“Yes,” you answered him, basking in his excitement at being adventurous again.

“Mm, that’s nice, we should do this more often,” he said, running the head of his cock over your opening, watching the way your juices slicked on his skin. “I should surprise you more often; eat you out on the table…maybe you can suck me off while I cook your favorite fried rice? Or we can just get down and dirty on the floor, give us an excuse to clean more?”

“Jin, please hurry,” you whined and he giggled while pushing in finally.

Seokjin settled in you heavy, his cock hot as your wall squeezed him. Your back arched as Jin hissed, gritting his teeth.

“You’re sucking me in baby, look at that.” He pulled back, staring at the place you connected in awe, a slow rhythm placed that just toed the line between satisfying and not enough.

You let out a keening whine when Jin paused, still nestled in you to place a trail a kisses up your back, slowly starting again. “Jin,” You panted his name in reproach.

“I know baby, but I’m still sensitive and you’re so tight in the morning. Just enjoy it, we have time.” He soothed.

You lowered yourself to rest on your elbows while he continued to move in you, low groans of appreciation falling from his lips as you backed yourself on his length.

When finally you felt you might explode from the delicious burn of his thickness in you, rubbing just shy from that glorious spot, he picked up.

Jin’s frame bent over you, one hand wrapping around your chest to hold you to him as his hips picked up pace, pounding into you with a speed that had you crying out, broken and pitched.

Hot breath washed over your ear, Jin panting on your skin, low growls whimpering dirty praises that would’ve curled your toes if you weren’t getting distracted at the moment.

“Are you close, sweetheart? Are you going to come all over me, gush the way I like? I know you can. Come on,” His hand slipped down to the swollen nub of nerves, rubbing harshly.

Your body arced away from him, fragmenting with the power of the orgasm that washed over you. Jin still remained, a loud expletive escaping him at the way your walls tightened and squeezed, milking him inside of you. You dropped back to the floor, sated and dopey with Jin following, his warm weight comforting upon you.

Jin pushed hair out of your eyes, smiling when he saw the dazed beam on your face. “That was amazing.” You crooned. He kissed your lips, sealing the smiles together. “Yes, we are. Can you walk?” He quietly inquired.

You whined immediately, throwing arms around his neck. “No. Carry.”

Seokjin obeyed.

With some difficulty, Jin hefted you up into his arms, walking through the hall. “I think it’s fair that I get clingy and whiny in the mornings. You do the same after sex. Even Steven,” He teased you, receiving no answer. He glanced down to see you already asleep, head resting against his chest.

Sighing with a surge of endorphins and love for the nuzzling woman he carried to the bathroom, he thought of the surprise he had for you in his sock drawer.

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letshaikyuu · 5 years ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 É𝐩𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞

«𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 É𝐩𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞 - French for “beautiful era,” a term that describes the period in French history beginning in 1890 and ending at the start of World War I in 1914, which was characterized by optimism, relative peace across Europe, and new discoveries in technology and science.»

𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: profanities, abusive parents, mentioned depression and anxiety

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7k

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There were numerous things Semi hated about working at a coffee shop. The loud noise, the crowded space, spilled drinks on the floor when people can't keep their eyes open and arms that intentionally flail around and knock glasses off the table. He can't say that 'Primavera' is a slow-running and old coffee shop, not at all. He has been working here for the past two years and can only turn his head away when any accidents happen. But, the main problem with working in a coffee shop was the low payment.

In his hand was a small envelope that contained this month's payment. In it was the same, small amount of money, not a dollar down and not a dollar up.

'Fucking hell, I can't live like this anymore!?' He let out an exasperated sigh and aggressively raked a hand through his dyed hair. Looking around the empty coffee shop, Semi looked at his friends that were joking around and talking about how to spend this month's paycheck. If only Semi could live a, seemingly, carefree life like them.

After attending the same high school, Semi's friend group (which is equivalent to their school's volleyball team) went their separate ways. All the third years found themselves in one university program or another, the second years were all flourishing in the science field, and chose programs that made your head hurt. The only first-year chose to chase after his volleyball dreams, alongside their former captain.

'God knows where they are in the world now...,' Semi looked at his right fist that was unconsciously gripping the white envelope. Loosening his hold on the crimpled white paper, he angrily gazed at it.

High school was not a time he was extremely proud of in his life. It had more downs than ups and was constantly giving him a headache. Yes, he was part of the school’s volleyball team, but his happiness was cut short after he sustained an elbow injury that wasn't planning on healing any time soon. Out of all the body parts, his elbow was the last part he'd pick would get injured. But, there he was. Sitting on the bench during his entire third year and watching his other teammates lining up victories. He didn't know what to do after high school. His mind was empty and out of ideas to help him overcome this obstacle. When everyone was talking about their chosen programs, Semi's response would always be: 'I'm taking a gap year.'

Now, a year after that, Semi still wasn't any closer to deciding on a program he'd be content with. A program he knew he’d love and find solace in, maybe find a good job in the same field. He paid minimal rent at 'La casa de Tendou.' His best friend from high school was also a barista at 'Primavera' and offered Semi to stay at his small one-bedroom apartment close to his university. His back accommodated to the thrifted couch in the living room, but he was in no place to complain. The only thing Semi paid for was the groceries and part of the bills. Tendou was too nice to him sometimes.

The only thing he found irritating and not very comfortable are the times Tendou’s fling and he meet up in the bathroom. Yes, he is straight, but seeing the naked body of a chick his bestfriend had been fucking a few hours prior was never a nice sight to wake up to. By now, the two of them have met up countless of times that Semi doesn’t even blink. Thankfully, she remembers to put some clothes on now.

'Speaking of the devil,' he whispered under his breath as excited footsteps approached his lonely figure.

'Hey, Semi-semi! What are you sulking about now, we're eating good tonight!' He waved his still intact envelope in front of his face and stood proudly in front of him. Behind him, Yamagata and Reon were nodding in agreement. 'We're heading to an izakaya later, you know, to treat ourselves,' Yamagata's usual deep voice had an extra kick of excitement to it and Reon simply agreed.

Reon was the cashier at the coffee shop because he is the only one out of the four that can be trusted with money. Yamagata works as the baker and part-time musician whenever there's an open gig at the coffee shop. Both of them were from Semi's old volleyball team and studying at the nearby university. Of course, Semi was the only one working full-time at the coffee shop because he was the only one who doesn't have any lectures and exams to prepare for.

'Semi-semi-,' Tendou's confused voice called out to his friend who slung a bag over his shoulder, not before shoving the envelope in his bag. 'I can't come with you tonight. Have fun without me.'

Pushing past his friends and before they could even stop him and ask him what's wrong, Semi was already out the door and into the night. Sighing, Tendou looked back at the remaining two and spoke:

'Guys, we gotta do something about Semi-semi.' Evoking hums of agreement and nods, Tendou stood there for a few seconds before raising his head. A small smirk was plastered on his face. 'Satori? People can't trust you when you look like that,' chuckling at the 'scary-looking' face of their friend, Yamagata and Reon knew that Tendou was definitely up to no good. But, with Tendou, if you're not on the receiving end of said ideas, you sit back and enjoy the show.

'I have just the thing to get Semi-semi out of his slump.' Somewhat graciously turning on his heel, he picked up his bag and jacket and headed towards the door. 'Follow me, peasants! We have shit to organize! Chop chop!'

'If we're the peasants, then why do you like a badly drawn cartoon character?' Yamagata called out to him. ’Nobody appreciates the first drafts enough!’ Yelling over his shoulder, Tendou impatiently waited for the two to join him outside. Joking about how his, non-existent may I add, pet snail moved faster than them, the walk to their favorite izakaya was filled with a very euphoric atmosphere.

Can’t say the same for poor Semi.

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’You’ve fallen behind on your school work and your paintings are getting worse, yet you still find the need to disagree with me and argue!?’ The loud voice of your mother bounced off the small studio apartment you moved into a few weeks prior. It was still bare and decorated with minimal furniture and a tiny cactus was seated on the coffee table. Your mobile phone’s speaker was suffering and could hardly keep up with the volume of your mother’s loud screaming.

’I need to shove this cactus down her throat now,’ you muttered under your breath and put your face in your hands. The lecture continued for a good few minutes and she ended the call before you could voice out your own opinion. Groaning, you leaned back on the small couch and stared at the ceiling.

This was nothing new. Your talent ultimately became a curse because your parents were always funding you and sending you to the best artists in the area. Even at a young age, you were covered in paints, chalk, and various art supplies that they made sure you have. You showed remarkable talent at drawing and painting, always showing off your skill in art competitions. What your parents loved the most about your talent is not what people think. To them, you were a walking dollar sign and title that had the chance of excelling and becoming famous in a few years. Of course, that was not a far-fetched idea at all, what are you talking about. That’s why they’ve always been trying to ’support’ you when it came to your dreams, but all they wanted to have was the money you were going to earn in a handful of years.

It was in the middle of junior high when you started to lose interest in art because of the enormous pressure building up on your young shoulders. After school, you’d always be forced to draw and better your talent, but after countless of days, you’ve had enough. That didn’t sit well with your parents who weren’t letting you have a say in this situation.

’You do know we’re the ones that made you who you are today.’’How can you be so damn ungrateful after everything we’ve done!?’

Your lovely parents applied for a spot at this humble art institute close to your small studio apartment, hoping that you would get in. It was known for having numerous secrets talents that’d later flourish into the most beautiful of flowers. Unfortunately for you, you did get a spot and now are suffering through your first semester at university. You’ve made one friend and she was thankfully willing to put up with your sarcastic and depressed ass. And now, you’re suffering together with someone.

Classes regarding art history, painting classes, drawing classes, and lots of other shit took up most of the hours in your day. Art was not something you liked to learn. Institutes hardly teach you anything and most of the professors have nothing nice to say about your art and style. You’ve gotten numerous comments from teachers and peers alike that with an attitude like that you don’t deserve to be part of the institute. Yes, you may have commented a nasty thing or two, but your art was not bad. It started to suck awhile ago because of the loss of love and inspiration. But that was not your fault, your parents were to blame.

’Ye, you turned me into a huge ball of depression and anxiety,’ you commented while glaring at the white ceiling. The night was still young, but your non-existent friendships didn’t allow you to go outside. Or was it the anxiety? ’Fuck it, I’m making some ramen,’ getting up and heading towards the kitchen, you missed the buzzing of your phone on the table.

Returning to the couch, you picked up your phone to see the countless of messages on it. You chuckled as you went through each message. ’Ye right, when was a figure model ever hot F/N,’ you typed a short reply and tossed your phone aside. Munching on your ramen, you turned on the TV, but paid zero attention to the screen and noise.

’New figure model, huh...Maybe this will be good.’

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thesagedahlia · 5 years ago

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💎Ari Fletcher & Moneybagg Yo💎

I had to update my reading that I've done on this couple in the past, but let me just say that when I did it THEN, everything was good, but it seemed like a small power struggle & an issue of boundaries. I don't remember most of it, but it was relatively okay, as far as the interest, & it was a highly passionate relationship, if you catch my drift. Mind you, this was BEFORE 👩🏾‍🦰Wig-Gate👩🏾‍🦲 (which I pulled on at the time & got the feeling it was about a BM), so before anything really incriminating or negative attention on them, as a couple. Since then, every other time I pull cards on them, it's a see-saw; I'd pull to find out that they had a blow up, or argument, not even two days later, they were together & were doing good, but when I go to pull again, they WOULD be better but after some peaceful resolution. So I figured that this would be an ongoing cycle for them as a couple, but all of that is NEVER to say that they don't have feeling for each other or are making a genuine effort, on both parties. I really feel like this reading is very contradictory to what is portrayed on the outside, to warn you (good readings usually are ones that are contradictory), so before you get butthurt, remember that I'm only reading the cards...though, the cards have a tendency to tell the truth. & I thought Future's reading was a long one, this was way too much. So allow me not to wait any more time.

**DISCLAIMER**

I am not declaring, nor am I insinuating, that anything I say in my predictions are true accounts of any of the parties involved. This reading is for entertainment purposes only, & should only taken as such. All in good fun, folks 🤷🏾‍♀️🧿

💎Energy surrounding Ari & Moneybagg Yo💎

I get the feeling that their security was threatened with in the relationship. I feel like Moneybagg Yo is always making moves, & I feel Ari's paranoia getting the best of her. I feel she is always accusing him of cheating or of talking to one of his BMs more exclusively; it feels like misinformation or accusation, but it began to be a lot of stress on Ari, & I feel her reaching a limit & withdrawing from Moneybagg. I feel Ari really suspects him to still be dealing with one of his BMs in a romantic sense, & that he may seem manipulative or controlling when it comes to her, to Ari. I feel they've had a lot of conflicts & arguments (some being solved physically), & I think this has caused Moneybagg problems with his BM as well. There is an unfulfillment & dissatisfaction here, & I feel they separated a few times. I feel a power struggle in this relationship as well. I feel these instances to also be what has brought out Ari's emotional instability in aggression. This relationship isn't allowing for Ari to see her paranoia for what it is. She seems to be overlooking the negative of the relationship, & remains hold of it; deeming their circumstance unconventional. There's a lack of growth & cooperation, but Ari demands a lot from Moneybagg, in order for her to trust him. She has a choice to free herself, or trust in the love & hope for it to improve, but there is a lack of clarity within the relationship that causes her stress & anxiety. It's stems around the possibility that he is withholding secrets from her, because he may have been trying to manipulate her emotionally before. I think she tries to balance her emotions (her paranoia is up-and-down), but it may be hard because Moneybagg has caused her pain through lies or manipulation in the past already. I think they really overlook the power struggles, & lack of collaborative or compatible energy between them. There is also one sided clarity, because they both exhibit emotional immaturity. Aside from all the sexually active energy, there isn't much positive progress. Ari tries to find pleasantries in their relationship after the disharmony, but ultimately, they will keep repeating negative patterns past all the efforts of balance. I'm also picking up one of financial dependency here, that is what is keeping her in the on-going battle of the relationship. Ari has the option to move away from the hostility & painful treatment, but I feel one of her underlying worries is being lonely. She stays for the sake of being in a relationship, & it feels like a regretful, yet necessary transition that is being delayed, but the disorder feels it will continue until some kind of change occurs.

💎Ari's feelings toward Moneybagg Yo💎

I feel like Ari is infatuated with Moneybagg & she is very territorial over him. She could be so much into wanting to be in the relationship, that she ignores any warning signs that come up for her, & she overlooks the negatives within the situation, & becomes blind to the truth of the Monybagg's emotionlly withdrawn nature. I get the feeling that the fighting is exciting for her, & she finds him to be a sexually satisfying partner. She doesn't only find joy there, but she feels it is a financially stable relationship. She feels lack of growth, however, or doesn't see much for the long term, only because she would eventually become impatient of finally recovering from the worst they've endured. They've had a bout in the past that resulted in them walking away from each other (I can't tell how recent it is), & it put Ari in a position where she felt powerless. I think one thing about Ari is, she tries to have control over Moneybagg & the relationship. She may also be unclear of her belief when it comes to the relationships he maintains with his BMs. Ari feels like he is still messing with one in particular, & it's because of some information that supports this belief. I feel there are some messages that were sent to Moneybagg of a flirtatious nature, & that was a base point for some of their arguments. It was pain behind this, but she is hoarding the relationship.

💎Moneybagg Yo's feelings toward Ari💎

It feels like the fact that they fight the way they do isn't as much of a turn on for him as it is for Ari, in fact he feels trapped within the relationship. I feel like he tries to give to this connection as much as he can in order to heal it, but it still isn't all of him. He feels she is the source of a lot of their arguments, & he drew back from her emotionally because of it. He also feels Ari acts out of emotions & that she doesn't have control over her actions. He feels she always accuses him of cheating, or doing wrong (& this could be where the BM comes in). He feels she can be caring, sweet, & emotional one minute, then cold, & accusing the next. I feel he's been conflicted because he does care about her, but the false accusations cause him a lot of grief. Ari has extreme trust issues, & that causes a heavily emotional experience for him. I do feel like he wants to take a break from the relationship because it's put a lot of stress on him. He wants a happy situation with her, but she is pushing him away with all of the accusing. I feel like he contemplates a lot to himself about this, & he is conflicted because he feels they can have a successful relationship. It's become overwhelming to him, & he's coming close to giving up.

🔎👩🏾‍🦰Was 'Wig Gate' a hoax or real❔ Why/what happened❓👩🏾‍🦲🔍

A transformation did take place within this situation, & it was due to one-sided clarity that caused disruption within the relationship. I feel there was gossip, or information relayed to Ari, that was incriminating communication against Moneybagg Yo. This information was of him dealing with another female, or him spending time with/money on his BMs (either one in particular, or more). I am picking up on a violent/abusive nature, & things getting attention surrounding this conflict; what was witnessed was the aftermath of a volitile breakdown. Infidelity, or the paranoia over it, is what triggered this event, Ari has a huge lack of restraint when releasing her emotions, & she can become pretty reckless; this is also being noted as repeating negative patterns as like past relationships. It's also coming up that Moneybagg willingly debunked the 'rumor', because he has love for Ari, & he didn't want to have her publicly embarrassed. By that point, they have separated in order to cool off the attention on them. Meanwhile, Ari was dealing with the revelation behind the scenes, & I even feel like them getting back good with one another was prolonged because of how hurt she felt. Since then she had a chip on her shoulder. Moneybagg may have been having a hard time prioritizing his relationship with Ari & his relationship with his BMs simultaneously, because the back-and-forth of it seems to catch up with him; it is coming up as a conflicting situation that would inevitably clash. Overindulgence of liquor/drugs may have played a role in this trigger as well. Ari has an insecurity when it comes to Moneybagg in his relationship with his BMs which brought out the shadow side in Ari. This tension/hostility may be a continuing factor within this relationship. I feel Ari tried to mind her business & keep the peace when he came to his BMs, but it is still change that is unwelcome to her. Unfortunately, with the energy they're in, I don't think this will be the last time this will cause conflict; slowly but surely, this will be revisited. This was a building conflict/tension within Ari & an unspoken & security that blew up in the public. I'm also seeing it as a financial issue as well, oddly enough. I feel Ari is 'spoiled', if you will, financially in this relationship, yet she doesn't get as much of his money as she would hope because a lot of it goes to his BMs as well as her. These issues with Ari are starting to get to his BMs, when Moneybagg was trying to keep them separate. These changes are unwelcome for Ari, & will continue to make her feel defensive & uncomfortable.

💎Ari's Feelings toward the BMs/Juicyy💎

I feel like Ari is putting herself in this self imposed prison when it comes to the BMs as a collective. She isn't too friendly, nor has any desire to be. She would rather not have a relationship with any of them (not a surprise), & I'm picking up that there was one in particular that it was revealed about some kind of flirtatious environment. She feels like she has the perception of them still wanting to be with Moneybagg, & she's sure that he is being deceptive about them, & i feel like her paranoia may prompt her to anticipate getting into it with one of them (which it is showing that she has), all while displaying her relationship with Moneybagg to, in a way, provoke them to say something. She also feels he is back-and-forth with all of them & her, & she doesn't necessarily trust the situation with them.

With Juicyy specifically, Ari feels like they are, or he is, doing more with her than just visiting their child. She feels he has been controlling or manipulating the relationship with both of them to his advantage. I feel this is her perception & paranoia, but I feel a suppressed anger or hostility because of this. She feels he gives Juicyy attention, & in Ari's mind, she absorbs that attention. She feels, in him trying to keep the relationship together with Juicyy, he is causing her to be mentally unsettled by the fear of it. Ari does feel like she is still dealing with him in a passionate way, which has, in turn, caused her to become more & more of a possessive, combative, & accusing. Ari feels he deals with her this way in particular out of the other 3, yet she still is not putting anything past the other BM's. I feel an insecurity around their relationship & it can even be an intimidation, & that is unspoken but I'm also getting a sense of misinformation relayed to her. She feel she can't compete with Juicyy's relationship/bond with Moneybagg & she fills Juicyy has an emotional hold over him, much to her disadvantage. I feel like instability contributed to her perception of this, & it is almost as if it is rumor/speculation that is causing anxiety for her as well.

💎MBY's relationship with his BMs/Juicyy💎

As a collective, I feel like Moneybagg wasn't a saint to these women, in fact, I feel he caused confusion to them. I feel like they were relationships he wanted to make work, but I feel like he would deal with these women as well as others. I also feel like hes back-and-forth with some of them at least (2 or 3) in communication, as it may be an up & down type of exchange with them. There seems to be an energy of having control over these women & playing a balancing act with these relationships. I feel it is an ego boost to him to hang on to these women in certain degree (aside from coparenting), even within his relationship with Ari, as he feels he can fall back on his BMs if Ari & he were to get into a fight or break up. I feel like he does still pine after on BM in particular, but she isn't falling for it; she knows what she dealt with when she was with him, & she has a guard up although I also feel Moneybagg is a soft spot for her. She has love for him, & they have a very tight knit & solid relationship/bond, but she knows better than to cross certain lines with him because of why they separate in the first place. They have well established feelings for one another, & they both know it, but there was a resistance to renew a cycle because of repressed anger from past secrets, or awareness of past secrets of being unfaithful. I feel they have a mutual exchange & an agreeance to keep the peace between them, but it is almost as if the cycle between them has yet to close out completely, yet the movement has been stagnated or slow. There is a strong defense to this relationship, but I'm feeling 3rd party conflict, in all honesty, Ari could be someone who is highly intimidated by this relationship because I'm possibly seeing conflicts here ( I see there has been confrontation in the past with this BM & she had to defend herself over confusion). Over all I feel collectively he possibly has in emotional hold on these women and at least 3 of them may be clean to a possibility of a romantic relationship and they may be confused about where his head is at emotional I and there may be some recklessness or naivety, & one BM can see straight through the BS & has her guard up against it. I feel they all still have love (to a point) for him as he does for them.

With Juicyy specifically, She is well aware of what comes with being with Moneybagg, & it has caused her a lot of stress & burden. He bring cycles of disappointment to her & he seems to be the type to like to keep a woman in confusion, when it comes to love relationships. He tries to have his cake & eat it too, & Juicyy doesn't expect to be accepting any invitations because of it. She knows there is shit he likes to hide, & that he can be sweet one minute then secretive the next. She knows he lacks the emotional maturity for a relationship & that he can't seem to be with one person. I feel even though she feels this way, it isn't to say that she is wanting to be malicious to him by way of their child(ren). A romantic beginning is not welcome for her, but she feels she needs to stay focus on the family, co-parenting aspect of it. She is also respectful of the fact day he has a public relationship elsewhere, so she doesn't want to insert herself in that. She feels like the relationship will become less and less organized & she'd rather mind her business & allow it to unfold. I feel she does acknowledge that he has a good fatherly energy & they are able to coparent, but I feel he does miss being with her & he does occasionaly shoot his shot. She would rather not engage because he can never be straight up with her within a relationship. As of late, she's dealt with Moneybagg's current woman, Ari, & she won't allow that to penetrate the mutuality of her relationship with him, but she won't back down from his woman, no matter who she is. She usually shifts her focus away from his relationship with Ari, but if conflict is brought to her she will address it & she wore hesitate to do.

🤼🏾‍♀️Will Ari & Juicyy ever CLASH again❔🤼🏾‍♀️

Well, I feel Ari can get in her own head about Juicyy, her connection to Moneybagg, & in her perception, she feels he is still attracted to her. Meanwhile, Juicyy isn't intrested in that kind of attention from him. Ari doesn't trust her in the slightest, but I don't see her outwardly causing a problem. I feel there is peace for now & it is more so for the sake of portraying that she is happy with Moneybagg & they have a better bond between one another. Ari is under the impression that he is still attracted to her & that they still have 'relations' (which, of course, isn't necessarily true), which brings her confusion & jealousy, but I see she is wanting to remain unbothered on the surface. I feel like Ari is threatened by her relationship because of Juicyy, so she has her defenses up & will defend her & Moneybagg's relationship in any way she ever needed to, against her. I don't feel there will be any outward hostility expressed, in an effort to not start conflict from a dry place. I do feel Ari needs to be careful not to let her distrust or misinformation to allow her to make irrational decisions out of pure emotion or ego.

💎What lies in the future for Moneybagg & Ari's relationship💎

I feel like there is a factor of jealousy that still looms under this relationship. Ari feels like she is still bring up things from the past, & it makes her want to make Moneybagg value her worth & this can be brought through monetary means. This feels like a vengeful tactic for her through emotional manipulation; she feels suspicious of him & her emotions go up-&-down. I feel there is a genuine attempt at dating & building with one another, but she's remaining in the mind set of feeling confused & she's trapping herself in that confusion. I also feel she's faking her happiness at times, & is only holding onto the relationship for the potential of a firm foundation, both emotionally & financially. I feel like her suspicions get the best of her, mostly when he's away, or traveling. I also feel she has insecurities about being separated from him & could be worried the most about him dealing with a BM/someone he could be DMing. She may feel stressed with the lack of stability she feels within the relationship. I have a feeling that because of this, Ari feel she should detached from the situation, but this is a relationship built on financial security as well as 'love'. This is an unhealthy transition for since she is in her head a lot about it. She could make the choice to release herself due to her lack of clarity since it is continuing to cause paranoia for her. There is a need to discover her value & find a deeper feeling/meaning out of herself away from the relationship. From what I can tell, this will be a cycle with them the majority of the relationship. Emotional instability is a problem between them, & while Moneybagg wants to have a stable connection, the past tends to rear its ugly head yet again.

🔍BONUS QUESTIONS🔎

🤼🏾‍♀️Why did Ari come for Juicyy on Social Media🤼🏾‍♀️

She feels boundaries have been tested & she doesn't fully believe that they aren't still dealing with each other romantically (or even sexually). She's not only fairly suspicious of him of keeping things regarding her hidden, she also feels like they have a pretty solid bond, much to her reluctance. I feel like every time he is with Juicyy it angers her, & she has a very codependent & insecure energy behind it. I feel like she can be a little obsessive and her intuition regarding compare relationship is blocked or misguided; I don't think she has all of the facts straight, per say. I feel like she doesn't enjoy sharing Moneybagg with Juicyy, simply because of her own suspicions & paranoia. I do feel Ari finds Juicyy to be a threat to her relationship, so she could have had some building hostility toward her, & I feel like she didn't want to come at her out of emotions, so she figured to do it about the driest shit possible (🙄 she needed a reason to say something to her). Per the fact them Moneybagg is going to do what he wants, he is going to have Juicyy's back due to his loyal to her.

👍🏾How did Moneybagg Yo feel about Ari vs. Juicyy👎🏾

I feel like it did bother him, that as well as having to deal with a girlfriend that doesn't trust that he is committed to the relationship, & he sees how difficult it will be that she doesn't wish to compromise her feelings for the sake of keeping things civil. He is also overwhelmed by the way Ari can be very accusing. He's aware that she feels there is a deeper meaning behind his flattery towards Juicyy, & that she feels he is giving her certain attention. He feels it was all just really petty & that it was stressful news/dirty gossip that may have taken him a lot to get around. He doesn't care much for social media beef, so it was really a nuisance to him. He finds it to be a problem that they aren't on the same page, & I think that it made things worse by Ari taking it to social media (even if it was over something petty). He feels home life can get chaotic with this kind of approach to it, & he also feels that its bed for him financially, as far as business is concerned. Moneybagg tries to be a loving leader for his family, & having a well off relationship with his children's mothers is a priority as well (regardless of which mother). He feels there is tension there, but he is still going to work on his relationship with Ari & working on balance between that & maintaining his family.

🤳🏾Did Moneybagg try to recruit a second girlfriend, or Ari's replacement🤳🏾

This is definitely a person that he's been holding onto, as if he has a certain roster of women he's been putting on reserve, so to speak (7 women it feels like; 4 being his BMs). I do feel like he hit her up for his own self interest, & I feel like he has perpetuated confusion for her in the past, but I think he's kept her around even though he's cut her off in the ways he has before. I feel like it was a situation where, even though he got blasted in the past, he still doesn't seem to have any shame about it. This DM seemed to be triggered by/coming from an energy of losing hope, or difficulty having hope, within a love connections, & a strain caused by worrying about painful feedback from gossip. I also feel like he was initially going to keep this a secret from this connection (with Ari), but the girl ended up blasting him; I also don't feel like he was expecting the response he got from her. It also feels due to repeating negative patters or stagnation within the connection (with Ari).

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LOL was gone for a while to attempt doing that ridiculous 5000 survey myself again and I really thought I was going to breeze through it this time. 2 1/2 weeks and 2500 questions later, I need a fucking break. Need normal surveys plz.

What was the best thing to happen to you this week? Got to visit Gabie today! I brought Cooper as well so that she, her sisters, and their puppy Tofu could finally meet him. Fun day, but I am beat. The blackout yesterday also made me revisit painting, and that felt so good too.

Where do you put your keys when you get home? It always differs, idk why I never picked up a routine. Sometimes I set it on the dining table, other times on the decorative table in the living room, and other times I bring it up with me to my room.

Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee? I preferred hot (warm would be more accurate) for the longest time but once I went iced, I never wanted to go back.

What's your phone background picture? I recently changed my lock screen to one of Audrey Hepburn. My home screen is still Hayley Williams.

If you could move to any country, what would it be? Anywhere with a clean and honest government sounds like heaven.

Have you ever seen a snake in the wild? No. Can’t say there’s a lot of them here in the city, and I’ve never seen any in my trip to provinces either.

What's your favourite movie from the 80s? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

Do you have any posters, paintings or other artwork on your walls? I have at least one of each of these, yes.

What would your dream wedding be like? Huge. I’d want a long guest list, expansive food choices, and acts that can provide good music throughout the evening. I never really throw parties for myself, so I would want at least my own wedding to be big.

Would you ever take a trip to space if given the chance? Yesssssss.

How do you cope with anxiety? I'm lucky to have found different outlets, so that said I usually choose from taking surveys, watching a favorite channel on YouTube, turning to my dogs, going to social media to see dumb memes, or taking a nap altogether. Of course there’ll always be those days where none of these work out and I’ll have to just cry through the anxiety attacks until they’re over.

Are you expecting any phone calls or emails? I’m expecting an email from my college, yes. I’m currently applying for civil service eligibility and they’re asking for documents that only the college can provide, so I emailed them a couple of days ago asking for assistance, and that’s considering we’re still under a lockdown and most offices are still under skeleton staffing.

What's the weather like in your part of the world right now? LOVELY. I actually wear oversized sweaters to bed now and I even managed to wear a thick denim jacket out today. The rainy weather has settled beautifully, and I’m perfectly fine with 24ºC-28ºC everyday.

What was the last takeout food you ate? My mom bought me and my siblings a chicken sandwich and chicken nuggets each from McDonald’s last week.

Who makes you laugh the most? Definitely someone from my college barkada. I can’t decide whether it’s Aya, Kate, JM, or Jum; they’re all equally hilarious as fuck.

Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? See these questions are always weird to me because my country has its own naming customs; it’s basically a mix of American and Spanish customs. We have two first names (where Westerners would understand their second ‘first’ name to be their middle name) and our actual legal middle name is our mother’s maiden surname (which I think doesn’t apply at all in the Western world). So to answer this I’ll go with our own customs and say that no, I don’t know of anyone who has the same middle name as me. It’s not a very common surname anyway.

What did you have done the last time you saw a dentist? Had a tooth removed. I don’t think it was a wisdom tooth; it was just a tooth at the back of my mouth that had been in pretty bad shape for years but was only discovered at that time.

What does a successful relationship look like to you? I believe the formula is different for every couple. Like I value constant communication and checkups, but others might not feel the need to be clingy or update their significant others all the time.

What do you like to put on your baked potato? Don’t really have these a lot, but I remember when my mom used to make baked potatoes with bacon and cheese and those were unbelievably good.

What field of science interests you the most? Biology. <3 I’m sure I would’ve taken up medicine if I only wasn’t so bad in the rest of the sciences.

What's the closest shop or restaurant to your house? There aren’t any nearby shops since I live in a gated community, but once you get out of the village’s main gate, the first thing to the left is a McDonald’s. To the right is a small complex with a hair salon, burger place, music school, and one of those boujee stores that sell hype clothing.

Do you have any family that live in another country? So many relatives. We’re Filipinos, man. We migrate everyfuckingwhere. As far as I know I have family living in the US, Canada, Vietnam, Japan, China, Australia, and New Zealand.

What colour is your couch? Gray.

Do you know how to care for plants and keep them alive? Not at all. Every single plant that I’ve been given as a gift or party giveaway has died on me.

What was the most memorable birthday you've had? 18th was awesome. Cruise trip, hotel stay with friends, Tiendesitas + noodle date with Gab. How I got away with three separate celebrations without my parents saying anything about it I’ll never know.

Would you rather go to the beach or the mountains? Beach. The area where I live is mountainous as it is; as someone who’s always lived and studied in the city, a trip to the beach in the province never gets old.

What do you do for work? I don’t have any yet but I’m waiting for openings for our national agency for either history, or culture and the arts. My plans have shifted recently and I’m now eyeing to work for either instead of rotting away while underpaid at a corporate agency.

Have you ever been to see the circus? No. I wouldn’t be interested either; they all just seem so harsh and unethical.

Are there any words that you hate or make you cringe? Sure.

What is the best house you've ever lived in? The one we live in today has been the most comfortable; but I also hold a lot of nostalgia for my dad’s parents’ house in Tondo because of how raw Manila life was there. Life wasn’t pretty, but it did feel real.

What was the first CD you ever bought? The first CD I actively wanted my parents to buy for me was probably the High School Musical soundtrack, heheh.

Do you look in the mirror before you leave the house? Yeah, always. Wanna make sure my shirt is tucked in properly (if it is), or that my jeans aren’t cuffed funny or whatever else.

What's the most unusual thing you've ever eaten? I’ve mentioned this before but it was the Indian dessert gulab jamun. Really did not expect the flavor that came in when it hit my mouth.

Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? I’ve never had a legit job, but when Jeuel quit the org a couple of years ago because of ~irreconcilable differences~ between him and us officers in the executive board it did feel a tad bit dramatic and passive-aggressive.

What movie reminds you of your childhood? Shrek 2 or The Game Plan.

Do you know why your parents named you what they did? The singer named Robyn was really big then and they ended up being fans of the name.

Do you have any bills that need to be paid? None of my own. My parents usually pay the family bills immediately, so I don’t think we have any pending payments for now.

What do you like to dip your fries in? Mayonnaise.

Is your house clean or messy right now? It’s always clean as my mom is extremely tidy.

What was the last email you received? It’s one of the job-hunting websites I’ve signed up for, giving me job alerts for new openings in my chosen industries.

Do you know someone who speaks without a filter? Yeah and I know people who do it responsibly and those who just come off as tactless.

Are you in any social groups? We call our college group the Daydrinkers, since our friendship began when we started constantly hanging out at nearby bars at like 2 PM, during our breaks lol. I used to be in a barkada in high school but Angela and I broke apart from that since we couldn’t deal with Athenna’s toxicity anymore, though I still keep in touch with most of them, like Chelsea and Kaira. Since then Angela and I have formed our own group consisting mostly of Angela’s friends from architecture and Hans’ friends from Ateneo.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Sigh, around 4. I don’t know why it was so few, but it also means that I’m currently drowsy as all hell at 9:03 PM. I will most likely turn in for bed after this.

What's your favourite kind of museum? Those that cover history, so museums that have artifacts and fossils and shit.

Do you believe in alternate universes? I like the idea, and I love literature that explores the idea of alternate realities, multiple universes, pocket universes, etc. Whether or not I believe they exist...idk. I don’t think about it that much in literal terms. < Yeah pretty much. Gaby Dunn wrote an amazing piece on multiverses and that was what got me to find comfort in the idea.

Whose house did you last visit? I was at Gabie’s place this afternoon. We had burritos, talked about career prospects, and puppy-sat our babies.

What games do you play on your smart phone? I turn to 1010 when I’m bored or anxious. I have like 30 other games but I never touch them lol, but I do keep them should the time be right to whip them out.

Have you ever been to Los Angeles? I have not.

What was the first concert you ever went to? Paramore, February 2013. I was a late bloomer; kids my age started going to concerts at least three years before that.

Do you know anyone who is colourblind? I don’t think so.

What's your favourite season and why? The wet season, because it’s colder and I hate the heat during the dry season.

Are you the youngest, middle or eldest child in your family? I’m the eldest.

If you had to make something for a potluck, what would you make? I recently watched this phenomenal recipe for 48-hour chocolate chip cookies that looked absolutely bonkers when they were done baking. I’d for sure give those a try for dessert. If that fails I’d just buy the food so that what I bring is more guaranteed to be good.

What kinds of decorations do you put up at Halloween? My family has never cared much for Halloween. It’s not even a legit holiday, so as much as I love Halloween I don’t think I would spend for decorations myself to decorate my own place. The only instance I imagine doing so would be if I have kids of my own who may want to get into the Halloween ~spirit.

How many tabs do you have open right now? In my current window, eight.

What's something you've been meaning to do but keep putting off? Taking another online course, just because it’s great to learn new things and earn free certifications while at it. I haven’t been doing a good job at being consistent with them, though.

What's the first thing you check on your phone at the start of the day? Facebook since it’s my primary social media now. Literally never thought this day would come.

Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah but it’s been a while.

Who was your favourite music artist when you were 16? This was the time I was slowly moving away from my punk phase and inching closer to Athenna’s music tastes, so I was into acts like Hozier, Banks, Daya, Twenty One Pilots, etc.

What are three things you usually always have in your fridge? Water, bread, eggs.

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Escape Room 123movies Review

Regardless of the banner, there is an astonishing absence of jigsaw astounds in this film. Or on the other hand skeletons, really.

So at the beginning of today, escape room 123movies I took myself to the films and saw Escape Room, which I've been interested about since the trailers were delivered. I love escape rooms, I've played through The Room and every one of its spin-offs on numerous occasions, give me some old fashioned riddle unraveling and I am SO there! While I was anticipating a few panics, I was trusting there wouldn't be anything excessively horrifying since it conveys a PG-13 rating. Ideally there would be more sharp climatic alarms than violent passing scenes, and I was correct!

(Fun certainty: did you realize that there were two films that turned out in 2017 likewise called Escape Room? I didn't until I was attempting to discover pictures for this film! Evidently, those two motion pictures are… not incredible, however I can't by and by vouch for them.)

THE PLOT

Escape room 123movies begins in, amusingly enough, an escape room! It at first appears as though a richly beautified front room, and everything is quiet until Logan Miller drops through the roof. He's limping, beat-up, and in all out frenzy mode as he totters to a convoluted looking number-labyrinth lock thing on the entryway. He understands that he needs four numbers, however when he pulls on the 1, the divider inverse him begins shutting in. Fantastic. We're in that spot with him as he battles to search for hints to locate the four numbers required as increasingly more of the excellent room gets decimated and squashed behind him. He finds the four numbers required, so he thinks, however they don't work, and we watch as he gradually gets squashed… .. … ..and afterward we flashback to three days earlier. Here we meet three of our fundamental characters, Zoey (played by Taylor Russell), Jason (played by Jay Ellis), and obviously, Ben (played by Logan Miller). If you don't mind, note that Ben appears to be marginally more assembled here, as in, he's not being squashed in an escape room… yet. These three characters are unfathomably unique in relation to one another, and they each get a strange riddle box from somebody they know. The riddle box drives them to Minos Escape Rooms with the guarantee of ~fabulous money prizes~ on the off chance that they can fathom the unsolvable escape room. It is here we meet our other three principle cast individuals: Danny (played by Nik Dodani), Mike (played by Tyler Labine), and Amanda (played by Deborah Ann Woll). After Ben apparently breaks the door handle in the lounge area, the six unfortunates find that the sitting area IS the escape room, and the game has started. The remainder of the film is, you got it, an escape room! We learn all through the remainder of the film more about the characters and why they were picked for this lethal game through shockingly explicit subtleties in all the rooms, and furthermore, who sent them here in any case?

There's a great deal of extremely sullen riddle understanding. Like, a great deal.

THE REVIEW

This film is incredibly fun. That feels wrong to state about a "mental loathsomeness spine chiller," however I swear it is enjoyable. As I would like to think, the film makes a captivating showing of uncovering minor character subtleties all through without dropping the huge bend until the correct second. I love things like this where you sense that you need to focus on everything about you'll miss something and genuinely perhaps you should watch it again to truly get everything?? I live for stuff that way. It was upsetting a result of what was going on and invigorating when something at long last went right. I truly appreciated it all in all, and I think my assessment of the film showed signs of escape room 123movies improvement the more I pondered it a short time later. Those are my preferred sorts of movies, the ones that make you consider them a while later.

Presently it's an ideal opportunity to escape into the following room of this survey, (I don't know whether I'll have the option to keep up the play on words game for each audit, fam) so Spoiler Warning currently in actuality, and I truly suggest for this film you see it first totally ignorant concerning any spoilers or significant plot details!\

this room? This room directly here?? This is the most noticeably terrible room, undoubtedly

THE MUSIC

The music for this film was extremely novel when I saw it, and it's one explanation I need to watch it once more, since I'm certain there were prominent music minutes I missed. The score truly set up for anxiety and anticipation, and it helped me to remember the music played in each film where somebody's attempting to hack into a PC under a period limit. You know the one. Prominent music minutes incorporate the initial tune that sets the room we see Ben fall into, the melody that plays during the montage of Ben, Jason, and Zoey attempting to understand their riddle boxes, the end credits music, and obviously, that AWFUL contorted version of Petula Clark's "Downtown" that plays as a clock in the topsy turvy Pool Room, presented previously. Awful room. Most noticeably terrible room. Loathe it.

Zoey is all that is unadulterated and acceptable known to mankind

THE CHARACTERS

By and large, there were a ton of affable characters in Escape Room, which is somewhat lamentable in light of the fact that a significant number of them don't, well, escape. All the characters were one of a kind, and I acknowledged how every one of them had various responses to the stressors in each room, as indicated by their character. Zoey is my supreme top choice, she was a joy to watch the whole film, and I so valued her being the outright brainiac of the gathering. More virtuoso WOC jobs in films, it would be ideal if you There was additionally an extraordinary character circular segment for Ben, which I incredibly delighted in, and there was a great deal of heart given to both Mike and Amanda too. Sadly, Danny isn't around sufficiently long to truly be created, and Jason ends up being a survivalist butt nugget with a significant predominance complex. Yet, for the most part, you felt for all the characters, and you needed to see them escape, which implied that their demise scenes for the most part hit you similarly as hard as they hit the survivors. Danny's passing is a stunner for every one of them, particularly Ben, and the manner in which Amanda's demise hits Zoey is grievous to observe however it puts Zoey into in-your-face survivor boss mode, which is entirely incredible. This implies, nonetheless, that Zoey is resolved to cut down the degenerate AF organization behind Minos escape room 123movies, which cool, yet in addition based off that last scene, NOOOOOOOOO!!

This scene fools you into deduction everybody will be fine.

THE SCENERY

Presently when I initially observed the trailer for Escape Room, I believed that each room would be intended for one of the characters explicitly. That is not really the situation, yet each room is definitely unique and extraordinarily fatal, with character-explicit subtleties woven-all through. They're totally structured so that you could see them being a real escape room in reality, with the exception of they all have an ACTUAL fatal curve, rather than entertainers and phony results. The little subtleties were extremely sharp and in some cases sort of tragic. The fire and stopped vent slither set off Amanda's PTSD in a truly gutting scene and prologue to her character. The tusk trophies in the room presented over each spoke to one of the notable reindeer from the "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" tune, which was unpleasant for Ben due to his flashback and harsh for the crowd since that is unmistakably intimating that the reindeer have been butchered which like, impolite, keep Christmas separate from this?? My least most loved room is the cold winter horrendousness essentially in light of the fact that it was pulverizing watching them cooperate to both arrangement with Danny's demise and attempt to dissolve the key required out of the focal point of a strong square of ice while they're sharing ONE coat among them. Ugh. In any case, a nearby second is that dumb topsy turvy pool room. Plan shrewd it's extraordinary, however generally? Detest it. Abhor what occurs. Probably not.

Goodness hello look! There are skeletons in this film!

THE TWIST

Alright, on the off chance that you've perused this far and haven't seen the film yet, trust me when I state you actually most likely wanna see it first before I proceed.

For every other person? Here we go.

Escape Room has really, two or three turns when you consider it. The underlying turn is, obviously, the way that all the risky snares are in reality genuine and dangerous. The stakes are REAL high.

The following turn comes in the room equipped like an emergency clinic. Each character is attracted to a particular bed, set up in an unexpected way. It turns out, each character invested energy sooner or later in the emergency clinic, and each bed is an ideal amusement of their room. Through conversation, they discover that every one of them was the sole overcomer of something horrendous that transpired (we get little blazes about what these occasions could be all through the film). Zoey makes sense of that whoever is running the escape room must need to see who, among them, is the "most fortunate of the fortunate."

After a couple more rooms and a couple more passings, we find Ben, who did undoubtedly endure getting squashed in the sumptuous lounge escape room 123movies (so I surmise in fact he simply didn't get squashed). He stumbles into a type of stockroom with an enormous screen that shows every one of their photos, and every one of them, put something aside for his, have a huge red "X" up and over. In his image, he is marked the "Champ." A hairy British man goes into the room to uncover the following turn: this whole thing was set up by a gathering of exhausted, rich individuals who are entranced by the human will to endure. English Beard declares that people have consistently adored viewing different people in close demise circumstances, and they have run these escape rooms on various occasions, similar to an investigation, to attempt to make sense of what it is that makes up a definitive victor (sidenote: notice how this is likewise sort of a burrow at the crowd to the film?

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Pet Dog Resting.

Top 5 Boarding Options For Your Family Pet.

Take Into Consideration A Cat Sitter.

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Others will certainly squat and make urine pools outside their can. This might be arbitrary items like sofas or plastic bags, or the item they're jealous of. Sometimes, the target may be a things the animal or person they are envious of utilizes frequently. For example, if your cat envies of the brand-new pet dog, it may note the canine's bed.

Sadly, feline splitting up anxiousness typically goes unnoticed till it ends up being severe. Unlike pets with separation stress and anxiety, pet cats will certainly not trash your whole house or frustrate the next-door neighbors with excessive barking and growling. Yet, your cat might begin acting even more clingy, quit using the can, and also meow exceedingly.

Short messages or phone calls with the cat caretaker will certainly aid ensure you that your children are changing well to your lack. Prior to leaving on your trip, draw up comprehensive guidelines for the cat sitter. In addition to feeding as well as litter-box maintenance details, include each cat's reward as well as toy choices.

Envious pet cats often hunger for attention as well as are clingier than an indifferent cat, as well as sometimes they can act out. While it can be aggravating, there are steps you can take to quit the jealous actions. The secret is trying to discover why your cat is feeling this way. As long as your cat does not mind doing such a thing there in no damage in doing so and might be valuable to them as it provides their life more selection.

A cat is additionally in a happy-place when their ears are facing ahead, yet slanted back just a little. Sudden expansion of the eyes shows they are exceptionally delighted. Cattery 365 will additionally brush various other pet cats or perhaps lick their proprietor-- this additionally reveals trust fund as well as a positive partnership. While purring is not constantly a foolproof indicator of a joyful cat, essentially, it can be a sign of feline contentment or even bliss.

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Felines might be reproduced as a pastime, or on a business basis where they are sold for earnings. A veterinarian will be considered to be keeping a boarding facility if, at the time of boarding, the cat is not under treatment or needed to board as component of that therapy.

Plus, they can get in all type of trouble when left residence alone. Dangling cables, poisonous plants, chemicals, plastic bags, paper shredders-- all these things position huge hazards to your little feline traveler. You will be asked to provide proof of up-to-date vaccinations before your cat can be boarded at any cat cattery.

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Jealous cats may likewise invade your personal space while you are holding a brand-new baby or video game controller. They may attempt to sit on your lap while you snuggle with your loved one rather than them. An absence of personal room, beds, or various other personal belongings can likewise motivate jealous habits if a cat feels intimidated by one more pet. Poor socializing as a kittycat might lead a cat to end up being codependent on you and display indicators of envy at times.

As I stated prior to however they require to get utilized to this kind of point initially. You might want ask your good friend to spray their home with scent spray a minimum of two times a day so they really feel much more calm when you're not about or simply use a pheromone collar to make it easier for you and them. If you are going to bring your kittycat to a friends house its probably an excellent concept to understand exactly how to take them there properly to begin with. The very best way to do this is to put them within a cat carrier. Kitties don't have as much life experience yet so they are a great deal extra open to this sort of thing.

If your cat is on daily medication, we more than happy to administer this drug - this includes insulin shots, as long as your cat is fairly delighted to obtain it/them. However, we book the right to apply a little fee for providing drugs that are, or prove to be either extremely time consuming and/or by their actual nature are tough to carry out. The nature of any medication needs to be talked about at the time of the reservation.

And as contact with your family pet decreases stress and anxiety and also slows your heart rate, it can also do you great. Nonetheless, some advice should be complied with before you both calm down for the evening. You ought to additionally see to it that your cat obtains adequate energised play.

You need to offer your cat lots of interest when you're residence and also offer her with playthings and also entertainment when you're not around. Make it an indicate choose as well as pet your cat when you return or anytime you have a totally free moment. Some cats will just spray onto wall surfaces and also other vertical surfaces.

Heating will certainly guarantee your cat fits whatever the climate. Originally, the pair had 2 felines-- Bonnie and Clyde, as well as previously, when they went on vacation their neighbors made use of to feed the cats, which were happy to be left.

You can talk to your cat remotely with a Petcube Bites 2, an animal electronic camera that doubles as a reward dispenser. The length of time you can leave your cat alone relies on your pet dog's individuality and also behaviors.

Leading 5 Boarding Options For Your Pet Dog.

No get in touch with is allowed in between pet cats from different "households", not surprisingly, this is a licensing condition of boarding catteries. There have been some elements of life that have actually gone back to normality. We'll all be keeping our hopes up that the circumstance can remain to boost. The last few months has actually impacted whatever, including our cats. In this issue, we check out the tradition of lockdown on the nation's pet cats-- it makes a genuine interesting read, specifically for people who love pet cats as high as the Your Cat area.

List their favored tasks together with any particular behavior concerns. Note exactly how your sitter can contact you and also your veterinarian while you are traveling.

Nevertheless, as for herpesvirus, vaccination is still suggested to decrease the regularity as well as intensity of professional signs. Feline panleukopenia infection triggers a serious and also often fatal disease. Vaccination is extremely efficient as well as has actually fortunately reduced the incidence of the disease significantly. Nonetheless, where susceptible populaces of pet cats exist, it is highly infectious.

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Your cat might ask you for food by massaging around your legs and meowing, leading you to their bowl. From abundant sprints and also feline wrestling matches to soothe paw patting of the functions, these spirited tasks suggest a happy cat.

If we are alerted of a recognized FIV-positive cat, we will certainly aim to provide accommodation away from various other cats, so it will with any luck minimize the threat of your cat capturing any secondary infection.

It is approximated that around 4% of the UK feline population is FIV-positive, your cat's condition can only be developed by blood tests, possibly triggered by some signs being displayed.

If you do take this choice, always utilize a family pet caretaker that has either been directly recommended by somebody you trust fund, or that originates from a firm that makes all the essential look for you.

This applies not only to their everyday regimen however additionally to their area and also the make-up of the family.A cat that instantly has to deal with solid changes can obtain quite baffled and also stressed out.

An alternative is to spend for a professional family pet sitter, suggesting a person either calls in on a regular basis to feed and socialise with your cat, or will certainly live in your house while you are away.

The appeal of a live-in caretaker is that your cat will certainly entertain at all times as well as your residence is looked after.

However, there is presently no injection for Feline Immunodeficiency Infection in the UK, although, you can minimize their possibilities of having FIV via battling by having them neutered.

Just in situation something unanticipated happens, hide an additional key outside your house or provide one to a trusted neighbor. Candace Elise Hoes is a family pet sitter as well as blogger at Katie's Feline. She is a grad of the MFA Composing Program at The Golden State University of the Arts. Although it sounds macabre, in some cases it can be valuable to permit the making it through pet to say "farewell" to the body after a hairy close friend has actually passed away.

They will ready out a minimal room that a cat is entitled to when boarded, this must be followed when preparing the structure. If you take control of an existing company where several of the problems will be tough to abide by, the authority will most likely make some allowances. If they provided a permit to unsuitable candidates and something went wrong they would certainly get blamed. If you are developing a new service you should adhere to all the standards as well as guidelines when you send your cattery strategies, then you can look for the permit.

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If the cattery has a larger family unit readily available this can be made use of. Some catteries can open cat flaps between smaller sized units to allow felines make use of the whole location. Updated inoculations versus upper respiratory tract condition and also feline transmittable enteritis are essential to decrease any threat of cross infection in the cattery. A safety flow encloses the entries to every cat's quarters, enabling very easy regain of felines ought to they be intent on escape. Outside runs likewise give boosted air flow that avoids the spread of microorganisms and infections within the cattery.

No matter Cattery365.co.uk , felines do obtain lonesome when they are left ignored for extended periods of time. They are social beings that form solid bonds with their owners. When their demands for companionship are not fulfilled, cats can end up being depressed. As independent as they are, cats still hunger for attention as well as communication.

As a worried cat moms and dad, you might have asked yourself whether your cat is happy. And also while each cat is a private, they may show happiness in various means.

If they are fine with mosting likely to your close friend residence It might even be good for them as they aren't maintained in the exact same location at all times and gives them much more psychological stimulation. Hi, exists anything in composing that states licenses are meant to be transferrable like you said? They may vary a little from area to location depending upon the council involved.

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Although your cat will probably follow your body clock, she may be active during the evening. To guarantee your rest is not interrupted, it is suggested to give her enough interest in the day and to not lock her in the room with you when you go to bed. Lastly, for good hygiene, comb your cat routinely and also treat her versus bloodsuckers such as fleas and also ticks. Sharing a bed is a sign of distance, both for your cat as well as for you.

The most common adverse effects are very mild, and consist of sleepiness, inappetence or inflammation at the injection site. More marked negative effects may include throwing up, diarrhea, lameness, fever, indicators of respiratory system tract infection, or swellings at the site of shot. Kittycats and also young felines appear to be most likely to develop problems than older cats. An additional damaging impact that might be reported is lack of efficiency. Whilst this might result from genuine vaccine failure, it might also be because of infection prior to inoculation, or a lacking immune system causing an inability by the cat to install an immune response.

If the boarding center is advertised as ancillary to the vet's primary organization, the establishment will require to be accredited and also checked by their neighborhood authority and also fulfill the conditions as per any type of other boarding facility. All establishments boarding pet cats within the United Kingdom are required to be licensed and examined by the local authority's Environmental Health and wellness department under the Pet Boarding Establishments Act 1963. Accredited facilities will have a duplicate of their permit prominently displayed as part of their problems of permit. Side effects from vaccinations are very unusual, specifically in view of the countless doses that are administered annually.

Like herpesvirus, calicivirus causes cat influenza, commonly with dental ulceration. Felines may either free themselves of the illness or become chronically contaminated. Many different pressures of calicivirus exist, with the vaccinations being focused on the much more serious strains. The existence of various strains, as well as the capability of felines to become constantly infected describes why some pet cats may still show proof of calicivirus infection, even though they have actually been immunized.

Even a short visit from a familiar, trusted cat-sitter can separate the day and also aid your cat feel more safe. A responsible person who can spend a hr approximately with your cat can make all the difference if you need to be away from home for a longer period. No, it's not vicious unless your cat is alone for extensive time periods.

Our feline close friends are at their cutest this time around of year bringing them can include a bunch of happiness for us also. I think leaving my cats at home is best for she does not such as the auto and much less anxiety for both people. I'm just disappearing for a little over 1 day however its the lengthiest we have actually left the cat, he does not such as when we most likely to function or head out all evening, hes a bit of an anxious cat so I am a little bit worried concerning him. Apartments need to be huge enough to consist of shelves the cats can climb to, puts to conceal, as well as room for playthings and also a bed. The placement of the feeding stations is important-- the apartments require to be big sufficient to make sure that they are not placed beside the litter boxes.

It's likewise a great concept, in case of emergencies, to give the cattery with your vet's details, your cat's silicon chip details and also a record of any kind of pertinent veterinary history. If your cat gets on any kind of drug, make sure you leave clear guidelines on just how and also when to administer them, along with anything you 'd like them to understand about nutritional or behavioral problems. Make sure that the boarding cattery is accredited, as that means they need to stick to various laws pertaining to health and safety. It is very important to do your study to find a trustworthy, accredited cattery with experienced, caring staff and also great, tidy, comfy centers. The International Cat Care internet site provides some outstanding suggestions on picking a boarding cattery, in addition to questions to ask when you go to.

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In many cases, cats might start peing beyond the can to make a point. Urine marking is just one of the most troublesome as well as aggravating actions for cat proprietors. Not just is it an indicator that something is wrong with your cat, however it is difficult to tidy and also get rid of the odor, which can cause ongoing noting. Regular "jealous" behaviors include hissing, growling, as well as swatting at the item that the cat is jealous of, such as your cell phone while you are holding it.

The same way that you'll obtain hungry around lunchtime and know it's been a few hours because breakfast, cats will judge the length of time it has actually been considering that their last meal-- which's just how they recognize to inform you off if a recipe is overdue. Pet cats are recognized for being sassy as well as endlessly sure of oneself, so when you think about it, it in fact makes sense that they naturally think their big, wacky guardians are nothing greater than fellow felines. And also if cats think I'm additionally a cat, then to inform you the fact, I'm really recognized. Cattery365.co.uk of somebody around sees me for that I actually wish to be. Cats are clever and will certainly soon have their owners totally educated to give them with deals with when required, however this behavior is a sign of trust and also shows that your feline friend enjoys.

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Cats often tend to be bundles of energy which they require to express in healthy and balanced methods. It's important that you provide your cat lots of physical play, chasing intro toys as well as running about as high as possible. Some pet cats can discover to enjoy walking on a harness and also lead; if you can convince your cat to take the harness, this can be a terrific means to promote your cat and also help them burn any kind of excess anxious power. One more option is to have a human buddy pop into the house while you're away.

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Yes - Felines Country Club will provide insulin shots offered that your cat's degrees are in control as well as have actually done for many pet cats for many years. Nonetheless, Cats Country Club takes no responsibility for health and wellness concerns occurring from insulin shots. instantly, in the unlikley occasion that it shows signs of being unwell. Bringing the diet your cat is completely satisfied with is great with us, we can likewise supplement and/or enhance your own too, as in our experience they can alter their nutritional "sort" in some cases whilst here.

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The Tragedy of Eisuke, or another Eisuke Meta

So I’m back on my bullshit, and I’m going to go on yet another tangent on Eisuke, so please bear with me if I ramble on at times lmao. For the purposes of this meta, I’m going to use screenshots from both main stories, POVs, and substories. Even if the substories happened in AUs, his characterization and personality are still canon.

Disclaimer: This is all my opinion and in no way am I claiming this is the absolute truth lmao. This is just how I interpret Eisuke and the events in the game. Also, this is going to be a very long post peppered with memes (ty Screenshots of Despair) and game screencaps, so good luck reading through this really long post.

I’ve replayed some of Eisuke’s stories again, and wow, sometimes I feel like I discover facets of him that weren’t obvious to me before. I think I’ve said this many times before, but man....Eisuke’s such a complex character that it’s so fun to dissect him.

The first thing I want to bring up are the recurring themes present in his characterization: power and utilitarianism. In almost all of his stories, power is explored in different ways — from the most superficial point of view, we see Eisuke exhibit his economic ad social power as a internationally renowned hotel mogul. There’s the power he has as the boss of his company and the leader of the bidders.

That aside, Eisuke values utilitarianism to a nigh obsessive extent. Every decision he makes is based on how it’d benefit himself and his interests, and his standard for measuring a person is based on how useful they are. Basically, he quantifies everything and everyone.

The interesting thing I wanted to point out was the he didn’t start off that way, rather, he grew into that. There was once a time when he was idealistic and still had faith in people. But that time is long gone.

(RIP that smile)

I think it’s tragic to see what Eisuke could have been. We see how he was as a kid in the Examination of the Heart Story. In this AU, he never experienced his mother’s death and family’s downfall. He was a kind, caring, and thoughtful child. He went out of his way to visit MC almost every day to take care of her. He even goes to medical school all for the sake of curing MC’s heart disease! I’m inclined to think that if the Kuga family was never separated, he would have grown up to become softer and kinder.

Sadly, the canon timeline has a much more unfortunate turn. Eisuke ended up adopted into the Ichinomiya household at seven years old after his family separated. The seed of self-doubt and insecurity was planted, and it only grew downhill from there.

He grew up in an environment where all his actions were judged because he wasn’t a real Ichinomiya. He was constantly scrutinized and judged, so he couldn’t afford to trust anyone. The fact that he was never an Ichinomiya became a lifelong insecurity for him. According to Akira, Eisuke was a lonely child.

That lonely child grew up into a cynical and apathetic teenager. Teenage!Eisuke believed that since his path was set for him, he didn’t have to try hard to do anything. So he slacked off in school, only bothering to do the bare minimum of everything. He never thought about the consequences of his actions, either; he picked fights with pretty much everyone who pissed him off and he spoke his mind, not caring about what would happen to him or to anyone around him. He was never held accountable for anything, so why did he have to bother? Let everyone shit on him like they always did since nothing could bad could happen to him.

This all changed when Frank, the headmaster’s son, framed Eisuke for starting a fire in one of the buildings at their boarding school. Here, Eisuke starts to realize that his complacency towards everything is biting him in the ass. The seed of insecurity in him morphed into a seed that hated himself for being weak and powerless This is where Eisuke’s fixation on power comes from.

It only becomes worse when Luke takes the fall in Eisuke’s place. Here, Eisuke truly understands that his lack of power doesn’t only affect himself, but also the others around him. What’s sad is that Luke willingly took the heat for Eisuke out of affection; he expected nothing in return from Eisuke because Luke viewed it as an act of friendship. However, Eisuke doesn’t think like that — he sees it as transactional. Eisuke becomes downright obsessed with paying Luke back for everything. In fact, it becomes a core facet of his personality.

He views debt as a sign of weakness. He even sees his relationship with Akira as transactional; Akira took him in raised him, so he felt like he had to pay Akira back. Eisuke felt like everything he owned had to be earned. He studied business and economics because that would benefit the company the most. Hell, his entire motivation for making the Ichinomiya Group the huge conglomerate it is today was because he wanted to prove to everyone that he deserved his place because he worked for it.

On that subject, Eisuke always feels like he has to prove himself. He does everything he can to make himself useful so people can’t tear him down for being a liability. This is why he views everything with a utilitarian lens; if he isn’t useful, then he’s worthless. I was reading his Bidding on Eisuke Story and these lines really got the point across:

In this AU, MC is the owner of the Tres Spades and Eisuke a nameless nobody. She rescues Eisuke from the black market auctions by bidding on him. MC tells him he’s free to go. But the first thing he does after that? He offers himself as payment. The story doesn’t go into detail about his past, but it’s implied he was used mainly for sex. He didn’t have anything to offer her aside from his body, and he didn’t want to be seen as useless. So the most logical course of action in his head was to offer sex to her. In the process, he effectively dehumanized himself just to pay back what he perceived as a debt.

It’s easy to see him as arrogant, and ostensibly, he is. But I really think he has a crippling sense of self-worth because he bases it on how powerful and useful he thinks he should be. In essence, he has an inferiority superiority complex; he acts haughty and prideful, but that’s only because he’s afraid of being replaced, rejected, and abandoned.

(Nothing screams Eisuke more than Oh No! by Marina and the Diamonds lmao.)

I’m not sure if he actually even loves himself, to be honest. Sure, he’s confident on the outside, and he believes his merit and abilities got him to where he is today ...but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s happy with himself. His self-esteem is so fragile because he always quantifies everything he does. If he isn’t perfect, then he’s not worth it. This is why he always pushes himself to the extreme (and I daresay this is why he overcompensates with MC when it comes to sex, giving gifts, etc.).

Luke even says so himself:

The sad part is he probably isn’t even aware of it. He’s probably one of the lesser self-aware bidders, if not the least. He knows that his lot in life wasn’t the best, but he doesn’t realize how this affected his emotional state. He is by far, the least emotionally mature among the bidders because he literally cannot process his feelings properly. His Main Story POV gives us a really good example:

On a base level, he’s aware of what jealousy is and what it entails, but he’s so repulsed by the idea that he can feel jealousy that he vehemently denies it. After all, why should he be jealous of the others if MC likes him the best? At least.....that’s what he tries to tell himself anyway. Again, he doesn’t realize how insecure he really is.

If he isn’t repressing or denying his feelings, then he’s turning to sex as a coping mechanism. If I has to list every scene where Eisuke has sex with MC to fend off his anxiety, this post would be too long lmao. In Eisuke’s mind, dealing with feelings scares him so much that he’d rather bury them or distract himself. Still, that doesn’t mean his feelings go away, no matter much he wants them to.

(It’s a cold day in hell if Eisuke isn’t actively repressing his emotions.)

With all this considered, Eisuke definitely knows he isn’t easy to love. Hell, I think he expected to get through life without anyone ever loving him. Meeting MC was a literal miracle because she is the One Person who could love him unconditionally. Loving him takes a lot of understanding and empathy, and he knows he’s really fucking lucky he has MC in his life. I’m honestly not surprised at how possessive and protective he is over her. Deep down, I think he’s insecure that MC might leave him one day, so he tries his best to keep her satisfied (especially physically) so she doesn’t have any reason to go (again, this is a manifestation of his utilitarianism).

Even though he still sometimes feels like he has to prove his power and usefulness to her, he’s slowly (and I say very, very slowly) getting comfortable with the idea that maybe, he can let his guard down around her. Intuitively, he knows she won’t think he’s weak for being open.....but that seed of self-doubt in him hasn’t completely gone away yet.

I think it’ll be a long time till we can see him completely open up to her, but part of what makes his story so interesting is the slow process he goes through to reach emotional maturity. He’s not quite there yet, but he’s trying, and I think that deserves some credit.

In conclusion,

He needs a goddamn hug

#meta #spade writes #eisuke ichinomiya #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #voltage inc #long post #if you've reached the end of this post congratulations lmao #this was a long ass meta rip sorry #hopefully the read more works #if not then.....welp #please don't clown in the notes im begging you #otp: thank you for being born

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I met this guy when I was in high school and I liked him from the start. We went our separate ways and both joined separate branches of the military. He became infantry in his branch and I became an MP (military police). He sent me letters when I was deployed but that was kind of the last I’d heard of him. I was still in the military years later, home on leave, when I ran into him again at a bar my younger brother worked at. He was really sweet and hilarious and basically everything I remembered. I found that I still liked him a lot. I found out he had finished his enlistment and was home for good.

We hooked up and eventually started dating long-distance. I traveled back and forth whenever I could on breaks, and he would come to visit me. He was always very sweet and nice except there were times when he would get a little controlling. It started out small, like telling me I shouldn’t post certain pictures or wear certain things. I didn’t see it as an issue because sometimes men just get protective, right? I figured everyone had their issues occasionally and the good seemed to outweigh the bad.

Every time he made me cry (which wasn’t often because the military had taught me to hide these emotions) he would apologize and make up for it somehow, whether it was flowers or a date night or whatever. One time he got angry with me because another guy, one of my platonic friends, messaged me, and he read my phone while I was asleep. He woke me up to angry sex which, at the time, didn’t seem to be such a big deal but he scared me to the point where I started crying when he started grabbing my throat to the point where I couldn’t breathe. When he saw my reaction, he was sweet and went completely 180, as if he had shocked himself. I chose to forgive him

I think I had this idea at the time where I was invincible. I’d been in relationships before, some that ended poorly, but I’d never been physically or mentally abused. I pushed the early warning signs to the side in hopes for a good future with who I thought was the man of my dreams.

We got married and I finished my enlistment, and moved back home to be with him. But I wasn’t sure what I was doing with my life, and in this sort of limbo I was in, all of a sudden, things changed. He became extremely controlling, obsessive, and angry all the time. I wasn’t good enough for him. He would coerce me into having sex with him when I didn’t want to. He would get drunk and say terrible things to me about my family. He gossiped about me to my friends.

All of these things had me in a deep depression. I started having random panic attacks, triggered by nothing I could rationally explain away (I’ve had generalized anxiety for a while but it was usually triggered by stressful events, not out of nowhere like this). I got to the point where I could barely get out of bed and function because I felt so exhausted all the time. I didn’t want to have sex with him. This seemed to make him even angrier. He would constantly tell me how worthless I was and how I deserved this. He told me if I ever cheated on him or left he would kill me and himself. I started to believe him.

I finally got the courage to go stay with my mom. I told him it was just for a few nights so he wouldn’t kill me. But he went on a rampage and after belittling me for an hour to the point of me sobbing uncontrollably while not allowing me to leave (he kept blocking the doors) he finally relented out of nowhere and went 180 again, though with a warning that if I tried to leave, he would bankrupt me and take everything I had. He could afford a good lawyer. I still didn’t have a job and I couldn’t afford this. I only had the last of my deployment money and it was almost gone, and a meager disability check from the VA which is not quite enough to live on, so where would I really go anyway? I believed him. I didn’t leave, and I forgave him once again.

The cycle continued. The next time I tried to leave to stay with my mom, just to get away from it for a while, he racked his .45 and put it to his own head, saying he would kill himself in front of me if I left. I didn’t leave then either because I knew I could not live with myself if he killed himself because of me.

The final straw was after a night of drinking. We went out and partied and came home, bringing one of his friends who couldn’t drive. My husband shouldn’t have driven either but we somehow made it back. When his friend went to bed in the spare room, he started trying to have sex with me. I didn’t want it and I told him so. He started screaming at me (how he didn’t wake his friend up, I don’t know). He grabbed me by the neck and started choking me. I tried to fight back, even hit him to get him off me, but I legitimately thought I was going to die. He told me he was going to kill me and then my mother. He relented for a minute, and told me to get on the bed so he could have sex with me.

In my head, I reasoned that being raped was better than dying, and I complied but I still begged him not to do it, thinking that maybe he would be merciful. He didn’t listen and started having sex with me so I just laid there and prayed it would be over soon. I laid still like a board and after about a minute of him trying, he pushed off me and told me I was useless because I couldn’t even get him off. He resumed trying to choke me though it wasn’t quite hard enough to kill me. I don’t know if he was trying to scare me or what. I didn’t fight back this time because he wasn’t as savage about it this time for whatever reason, and I knew he could fight better than I.

He then told me to get on the bed because he was going to shoot me and kill me. He had guns laying all around the house. I knew he could do it and I was genuinely afraid it was the end for me. I don’t remember what exactly I said, but I think my previous training finally paid off for me, because somehow I convinced him that this wasn’t what he wanted to do, and that he didn’t want to ruin the rest of his life by doing this. I still don’t know how I got so lucky. To this day I don’t know how I managed to survive that night. He could have killed me at any moment and somehow he didn’t.

I finally told him I was leaving (not the same night but within a few months of this last event). I began planning my escape well beforehand but even still, I needed luck on my side to get out of there in one piece. I had handled domestic altercations in the past as an MP, and I knew from my training that the most dangerous time for a woman in an abusive relationship is when she decides to leave. He had told me (jokingly, but with a hint of foreboding) plenty of times that if he killed me, no one would ever find my body. He had killed people before and I didn’t doubt his capability to do so. But I had always considered myself mentally strong and I’d always told myself (especially not after handling a domestic) that I would NEVER put myself in an abusive relationship, yet here I was, trapped by my own fear of this man who had somehow exerted so much control over me. But I was no longer going to be his victim. I had decided that I was getting out, whether it was to safety or to my own death, and I was not going to live out the rest of my life in such a toxic environment.

Somehow, I managed to convince him I wasn’t right for him, that I was bringing him down and that he could be so much happier without me. It took months of throwing this idea at him, only when he was in a good mood. In his defense, he did seem sad that our relationship was so terrible. He had PTSD from being overseas in combat. I think a lot of his violent reactions were because of this. I didn’t hate him, but I needed to get out while I still could. My words slowly got through to him. I don’t know how it worked, I honestly don’t. I knew I was was taking a huge gamble but my strong points have always been my abilities to convince people, to calm a tense situation, and to utilize what the military calls “verbal judo”. I used all of these to my advantage, and slowly the idea of us getting divorced started to sound better to him. He was truly unhappy with me and he started to rationalize this over his obsessiveness (his therapy helped a lot with this too). I told him I wasn’t going to take anything of his (the judge looked at me strangely in court when I said this and even tried to tell me that I was probably entitled to something, considering I wasn’t working due to disability at the time). I did this even knowing I would be living in poverty so he would be more likely to let go. He made lots of money and I didn’t ask for a single cent because I valued my life more than his money.

I moved states away after we finalized the divorce to live with a friend, and cut all ties to my ex husband. I made it out and after seeing all the stories of women who didn’t, I consider myself extremely lucky. I also learned something from this entire ordeal: every woman can be a victim of domestic abuse. I used to think I was strong, both mentally and physically, and completely immune to it because I had seen it so many times firsthand. I never thought it could happen to me. But I was wrong, and I found out the hard way that an abuser is always going to be an abuser and no matter what you do, you can’t change them. Your best bet is to recognize the early warning signs: unhealthy possessiveness/obsession, mood swings, insisting on sex when you have stated you don’t want to, things of that nature. Because by the time you live with someone, it may be too late. It almost was for me.

#yesallwomen #submission #personal #personal story #content warning: violence

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Stray Kids reaction to having to do a duet with their crush

😎thank you for the compliment sweetheart, I hope you enjoy (sorry some are kinda short I was running out of original ideas)😎

Bang Chan:

Chan knew you had musical talent but to what extent he didn’t know. Classes usually weren’t that challenging, only once a ‘15% of your grade’ performance came up did you truly let go. You decided to partner up with Chan, your crush for years, it was hard not to fall for his cute dimple and perfect curls, not to mention his dedication to music. When you asked him to join you he was taken back. He didn’t expect such confidence, if anyone ever made a first move he always expected it to be him. You exchanged numbers and stopped by his dorms since you walked with him that evening. His room was spotless, a few stuffed toys (as expected) and lots of musical equipment. There became an awkward silence when his roommate Changbin walked in but he soon left. You picked up Chan’s guitar and randomly strummed some chords. He turned around, a huge smile on his face. Tonight was the best night ever! He could get used to this. You kept playing the same rhythm while he fiddled with his computer and soon you created a song. It was undeniably the best thing you’d ever heard, you knew this was the best you, when you were with Chan.

“I can’t wait to perform this live, if you get nervous you can hold my hand I guess. Oh wait you’ll be holding a guitar silly me.”

Woojin:

You were called up to the front of the class, a nervous wreck. You had an excellent voice, but what if others didn’t think so? When the teacher saw your shaking hands holding the lyric sheet even though you learnt the words off by heart, she invited up the person who’d coincidentally chosen to sing the same song as you. Although it wasn’t strictly allowed to do it together, your teacher was understanding of the anxieties you currently faced and decided to make things a tiny bit better. Woojin stood next to you, looking directly forward trying not initiate eye contact as you prepared yourselves which would have been the biggest distraction for him, the class all expecting something fantastic. Together, you did not disappoint. You hit all the high notes perfectly and yours and Woojin’s voices matched together well. As you sung, you often heard Woojin lower the volume of his voice, making yours shine brightly as the main one. Your voice was one that deserved to be shown off and Woojin made sure you knew that for the rest of the school year.

“Hey y/n, do you remember our little duet? The one where you sounded like an angel? Yeah that one”

Lee Know:

You were sick on the day that the teacher picked your partners for the annual poetry competition. It was against all the other schools in your area and you usually came within the top 5. This year your partner was Minho, the guy that just texted you “hey boo we’re writing words together be at my house by 6 else I’ll burn your gym clothes next week.” You knew he couldn’t burn your gym clothes but erm you were still scared because it’s Minho ofc. 5:50 you arrived at his door, poetry pre written since you knew Minho wouldn’t do much tonight. He opened the door wearing a clean white shirt and jeans. You looked down at your outfit, a white top with slightly too skinny for Minho to handle jeans, what a funny coincidence. He showed you inside and took you to Chan’s room. His idea was to write it like a rap, with flow and a rhythm so he could take part too since he found poetry boring. When you finished creating it, you decided that Minho was to rap it all and you would repeat words for emphasis, Minho claiming it was too strenuous or a pretty little mouth of yours to rap at such high speed.

“We all have are separate talents y/n, but we share the extremely good looking talent”

Changbin:

He never really took notice of you in music class before, not that you weren’t an amazing person or anything, just that music is what Changbin is most passionate in, it takes a lot to distract him. Partner work was something he dreaded since the class was compulsory meaning talent was really lacking until you came to his house one day. The teacher partnered you two up that day and you pair exchanged numbers. You had previous lyrics that you had worked on to show Changbin but you didn’t think they’d be good enough for him, what with him being the literal genius in the field. You showed up at his door with your phone and a few snacks for you two, wearing the same clothes as for school yet somehow you looked different to Changbin, a lot cuter, maybe it was because he had time to study your beautiful features.

You presented Changbin with your lyrics yet he didn’t notice, too busy fawning over your beauty. You moved the paper forward with more emphasis and he invited you in shaking his head to snap out of the trance. The lyrics were amazing, he was super impressed and didn’t you just know it.

“This is better than what I had planned! Y/n you’re a lyrical genius! You’re so perfect is there anything you can’t do?!”

Hyunjin:

You and Hyunjin had every single class together. When he wasn’t staring at you, you were staring at him. All the teachers noticed. The final straw as in music class, you were getting the bongo drums from the corner of the music room, eyes still fixed on Hyunjin when you tripped, landing in the instrument trolly. Hyunjin giggled but the teacher didn’t find it as funny. “Y/n today you aren’t working with your friends, please work with someone else as punishment, how about Hyunjin?” You were secretly so happy to be working with him and the feeling was mutual. Your vibes clicked instantly and the beat you created was so unique but also amazing! You were so in sync with each other and began to work together more. Shoutout to the music teacher for creating this magnificent duo.

“We work well together, maybe it’s a sign”

Han:

Casted as the two main roles (a couple who met at school and who grew up together) of your schools production, you and Jisung went over your lines every night for 2 months. November came round quickly and you were all gathered in the hall for an announcement. None really concerned you except the last “y/n, Jisung, we are introducing a duet at the end please learn the words to “stand by me” by the end of this week.” You met with Jisung after the meeting and discussed the new plans. Jisung couldn’t hide his excitement yet you weren’t so sure. Singing wasn’t what you wanted to do, you weren’t confident in your voice. You practiced the song with Jisung every night, forgetting the script even existed until you felt confident enough. Jisung became like your best friend and your singing tutor all in one. You were never apart and neither of you minded. Jisung was sad when the production was finally over so he knew what he had to do.

“I wish I could say everything about you was perfect y/n, but your relationship status isn’t... can I change that for you?”

Felix:

Everyone has a crush on felix, everyone, but he only had eyes for you. Your first class this year was music, it wasn’t something you took last year so you had to do it this year. You were the first to arrive, other students slowly filling up the room but the chair next to you remained empty. As the final few stragglers came in you spotted him, THE Felix Lee. He rushed to the seat next to you, still looking kinda cool and smooth, even while tripping on the table leg. The teacher announced that for the next year this will be your seating plan and you will work with you seat partners to which everyone was clearly envious of you. Felix has millions of ideas and they all sounded promising, you couldn’t wait for this year to begin.

“We should do it all at my house! My friends have all the recording stuff! Gosh this is so perfect”

Seungmin:

You’d fallen for his kindness. Admittedly he could be a snake at times but he’s a teenager and that’s fun, it spices him up a bit right? You took music class seriously, mainly because you knew no one in there to have fun with but also because you wanted to impress Seungmin. Your science class was pretty much the same, none of your friends were in that class either so when presentations came up there was no one to turn to. Seungmin walked over to your desk with a note. He handed it to you and ran off shortly after. Strange behaviour from someone as cute as Seungmin you thought. Your eyes drifted from his hair bouncing while he ran to the note. It read “we’ll be partners, I have an idea for us that will guarantee an A*.” Intrigued, you met Seungmin outside school at 4pm and he took you to the dorms. You were the perfect person to put this plan into action with. You and seungmin had great voices and both enjoyed science why not combine the two. After all it would be easier to remember stuff if it was in song form. That evening you finished the song and even watched a movie. You and seungmin shared some hobbies and gelled well, maybe it was because he studied your hobbies before asking you but you didn’t need to know that right?

“You enjoy fashion don’t you? Oh me too! Colours and everything, very creative”

I.N:

Jyp was one intimidating man, that was for sure, but this time you felt comforted. Recently you had gotten closer to Jeongin, a fellow aspiring kid who was shit scared of jyp. You both worked together to produce a song with the help of his group members for some duet thing he wanted to see for a jype concert. The first time you practiced you were a little rusty but Jeongin took you out bowling and to a diner after so you’d forget about it. You gradually got better, your voices slotted together perfectly and soon the duet became untouchable. The concept of doing a duet with his crush at first was daunting but you were both so naturally comfortable around each other that his feelings didn’t get in the way. When you passed jyp’s scrutinisation, Jeongin took you out to the bowling alley and diner once again.

“We’ve come so far together y/n, I thought this was gonna crash and burn, but instead we grew into incredible individuals and an even better pair I’m extremely thankful to you y/n”

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#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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