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buginabog · 5 years ago

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Am I Dreaming or Dead? Ch. 2

Summary: sanders sides fantasy story.

Pairings: remile, loceit, royality

Warnings: character death, sympathetic deciet, body horror, cursing

Remy slammed against the wall, pressing his hands against his mouth to suppress his sobs. He slid down the wall slowly, curling into fetal position.

"Well I finally got Kai to slee- Remy? Hon are you ok?" Emile fell in front of Remy and tilted his head up to meet his eyes. "Remy baby, what happened?"

Tears slid down Remys face, "Emile... I fucked up."

Emile pulled Remy into a hug, "hush baby, hush... wanna tell me about it?"

"Logan got mad at me because I didn't warn Virgil about how my eyes feel... and then I told him that Roman-" his breath caught in his throat, "I told him Roman wouldnt want to see him. Because he said he'd find Roman on his own, and I said he wouldnt want to see him."

Emile rubbed his back, "what were you feeling?"

"I was... I was angry."

"At who?"

"...I dont know" he voice broke, "I dont know Em, and I- I couldnt-"

Emile rocked him back and forth, "hush honey, hush. Tomorrow? You go to his house, you try to apologize. And you try to start again. Ok?"

Remy laughed weakly, "where would I be without you?"

Emile kissed his head, "I think we both know the answer to that."

The car was silent as Logan sped towards home, his face grim. It felt like hours before Virgil was brave enough to speak up. "Dad? Does Remy blame you for Roman... leaving?"

Logan sighed and relaxed his grip on the steering wheel, "I- yes. Virgil. Yes he does." He laughed brokenly, "they used to be... the best of friends you know. Roman and Remy, you never saw one without the other. And me and Roman, well. We were like oil and water. We were so different. And we fought so much. Remy used to think Roman went to the woods to- ...never mind. And he blamed me for that."

Virgil frowned and looked away, "thats... kind of dumb."

Logan laughed a little, "people do and think dumb things when they're grieving."

Virgil looked out the window for a while before speaking up again, "why didn't you tell me we were moving to the town my birth father died in?"

Logan started, "he died here?"

Virgil nodded, "yup. In those woods."

Eleven Years Ago

"Poppa? How long are you gonna be gone?"

His Poppa smiled and ruffled his hair, "oh not long, a week or two. Three at most. Ok? And I'll call you every night. Ok Virgie?"

Virgil smiled "ok Poppa!"

Patton gave him one last hug, then stood up to hug his best friend, "thanks for doing this on such short notice Em."

Emile smiled, "not at all! We are best friends after all!"

Patton smiled, "still, thank you."

"What are you doing in that town anyway?"

"Oh, you know, I got an offer to do a logging job." Patton frowned, "its weird though... no one in town wanted the job."

Emile smiled, "well that's a good thing!"

Patton smiled, "yeah. I guess you're right."

Two weeks later

Someone knocked at the door, Emile ran to open it. Virgil couldnt see who it was, because he was in the living room. He could hear voices, though he couldnt hear what they were saying, the voice that wasnt Emiles was deep, and sounded like thunder. And like thunder, it was carrying a message of danger since past.

Emile brought the man into the living room, "hes in here sir."

The man reached out to shake Virgils hand, "hello, I'm Mr. Sanders, what's your name?"

Virgil tentatively reached out his hand, "Virgil."

Mr. Sanders smiled sadly, "do you know why I'm here Virgil?"

Virgil shook his head.

"This is going to be... big news... for a grown adult, even. But for a six year old especially..." mr sanders sighed, "I hate this part of my job, but, it needs to be done." He took a deep breath and looked at Virgil, "your father, Patton Hart, was in a logging accident."

Virgils eyebrows knit together, "what do you mean?"

Mr Sanders sighed, "your father... wont be coming home."

Virgils world froze. Mr Sanders kept talking, but Virgil didnt hear a word. He just... sat. Not thinking, not feeling, not hearing, all he could was sit. Not even a single tear ran down his cheek, all he did was sit.

When he finally came back, he could say one word. And one word only, "Poppa?"

Present Day

Roman walked into the clearing that he had called home for ten years now. "Morality my dear!"

Morality perked up and smiled, "ah, Prince."

Roman sat next to Morality, "do you ever wonder what happened in the outside world? While we stayed frozen in time... what happened out there?"

Morality sighed, "well, sometimes I do." He looked at the river, "you know... I left behind a son. He was only six when I... when this happened. I... I wonder what would have happened if I had never taken that stupid, stupid, STUPID logging job."

Roman sighed, "yknow, I saw... I saw my brother. A little older, but here, at the edge of the forest."

Morality frowned, "why?"

"His son was about to walk into the woods." Roman frowned, trying to remember, "what was his name... Vi-"

"DONT SAY IT!"

Roman started, looking at Morality, who was breathing wild-eyed and panicked, "...Morality?"

"Remeber what I told you? That day? Names have power in the forest."

"Right. Apologies."

Morality relaxed, "its alright my prince. But if that boy has not been taken yet... then we should try our best to keep him free."

Roman nodded, "yes."

They sat in silence before Roman spoke again, "how long has it been?"

Morality sat, "that is three different questions, but I'll answer all three. The woods have been infested ever since, oh, a long, long time back. Look at the height of these trees, they've lived long lives. I'd say this tree has been here for maybe a thousand years, probably more." He looked at Roman, "as for me, ah, I cant tell, and I cant tell how long it's been for you either. While we stay frozen, the world keeps spinning." He laid back, "maybe it's been two years, maybe twenty. Maybe it's only been a month. Who knows who knows indeed."

Roman smiled at his partner in death, "you're rambling again."

Morality sighed, "perhaps. But I'll ramble and ramble till the world ends, if only to fill the silence."

Declan woke up to feel Logan sitting in his bed, "so, you decided Virgil wasnt going to sneak out? Or did you stay out there all night?"

Logna sighed and laid back, "I... I went to the forest. Then I went to Remy's."

Declan frowned, "why?"

"Virgil saw him."

"Saw who? Where?"

Logan turned to Declan, and Declan started to see the tears pouring down his normally stoic husbands face, "He saw Roman. In the woods. And then I did too."

Declan pulled his husband into his lap, "Logan? Are you ok?"

Logan sighed and rested his head on Declans shoulder, "if I found Roman. Do you think he would want to see me?"

Declan frowned, "of course he would, why do you ask?" He sighed as the answer came to him, "Remy?"

Logan nodded mutely.

Declan kissed his forehead, "Remy was warped by anger and frustration, surely you can understand."

Logan sighed, "I know, but... it's hard not to take it to heart."

Declan rocked back and forth, "I know. God, I know." He smiled down at his husband, who was half-asleep, "why dont you get some sleep, ok?"

"I dont-" Logan was interrupted by a huge yawn, "I dont need it."

Declan smirked, "uh-huh. Even though you were up all night?" Logan stuck his tounge out and Declan laughed, "you, sir, are a hypocrite."

Logan rolled his eyes affectionately, "alright, I'll take a nap. Wake me once Virgil wakes up?"

Declan kissed his forehead, "not a moment sooner or later."

Logan yawned, "ok, good. I love you Dee."

Declan smiled, "I love you too." He whispered to his already fast asleep husband.

Virgil sat in his bed, thinking about Remys eyes. His kaleidoscopic eyes that reached into your soul and pulled out every emotion, ever thought youd ever had, and then laid them out for everyone to see.

He had felt so exposed.

Like... like Remy had laid him out on a table for everyone to see.

But he wondered what Remy saw.

So he ran.

He ran through town all the way to an old, dilapidated house with an overgrown yard and pounded on the door.

The door clicked open to reveal Emile, "Virgil? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to Remy."

Emile nodded, "ok, come in."

Emile knocked on the doorway to the living room, where Remy was sitting, looking dully at the TV, "Remy dear? Someones here for you."

Remy looked up at Virgil, his jaw dropped and he ran to the teen, "Virgil! I'm sorry. I should have warned you."

Virgil looked up at his uncle, "why did you need to do that?"

Remy stepped back, "I... I just wanted to make sure. Make sure he wasnt lying."

Virgil frowned, "why would he do that?"

Remy sighed, "I dont know."

Virgil nodded, "what did you see?"

Remy frowned, "I saw... a crystal."

"But I never saw a crystal?"

Emile gasped, "crystal...?"

Virgil frowned, "what?"

Emile turned around, "I had a friend who moved here, well he didn't move here but he worked here for a period of time. Well, he died in the woods, but the day before he died, he was...off."

Virgils eyes narrowed and he tensed, "off how?"

Emile gestured around vaguely, "he kept... rambling... I couldnt make it out but I heard something about a crystal and traps and thorns."

Remy frowned, "I think... I think if we looked I could find it... yeah I could find it if we got close."

"Then what do we do?"

"Destroy it." Remy sighed, "I dont know why but... I get the feeling that's what we need to do."

Emile nodded, "so that's what we'll do. Tonight."

Virgil rubbed his arm, "I dunno... I think we should get Logan."

Remy shook his head, "I have been deprived of my best friend for ten years. I'm not waiting another second."

"Logan waited ten years for his brother! He should be here!"

"Logan is the one who got Roman into this mess in the first place!"

"How do you know that!? You never took the time to ask Logan what happened!"

Remy blinked, taken aback, "well, I-"

Virgil huffed, "we go with Logan." He glared at Remy, "I let you dissect my soul. The least you can do is let my dad on the quest to save his brother."

Remy snarled at Virgil, his eyes flashing behind his glasses, "Hes. Not. Coming."

Virgil stood his ground, "why not?"

Remy sighed, "because, smartass, only people who are part warlock can go without, yknow, dying."

"Then why are you letting me go?"

Remys eyes widened, "he didnt tell you..."

Logan sat in the clearing. He had never seen it before. It was beautiful. A stream thread through the meadow, and the skys were clear, oh so clear. He could see every distant galaxy and star.

The faint sound of creaking wood filled the dream.

It came from every side, surrounding him. He looked for the source but saw trees. Only trees. For miles and miles nothing but trees trees trees!

His breathing quickened and he looked around, terrified.

His eyes stopped on a familiar figure.

Roman.

He tried to call out to his brother, but there was a burning in his throat. A petal flew out of his mouth, then a white chrysanthemum burst out of him. Flowers sprouting from every place they could. They writhed around his body, chained him to the earth. His hearing faded as flowers sprouted from them, his sight became clouded with white white white.

When his sight returned he sat in a clearing with a beautiful iridescent crystal in the center. He looked up and saw branches and vines in a writhing dome around the clearing.

Roman sat next to him and rested his hand on his. "Hello Logan."

Logans voice cracked as he whispered, "Roman."

Roman looked at the crystal serenely, "I understand if you're angry."

Logans eyes filled with tears. God. He was crying more in the past three days then he had in years. "I'm not. Just tell me what is happening!"

Roman sighed, "there are... hunters in the woods Lo. And they..." he started crying, "they got me Lo! And I'm so cold and tired and I just wanna go home!"

Logan tried to touch Roman, but his fingers went through, "tell me what to do..."

Roman gestured at the crystal, "send Remy and Declan into the forest, have them break this. Then me and Morality are free."

"Morality?"

Roman smiled, "my partner in death."

Logan nodded, "of course."

Roman looked to the side and frowned, "odd. Theres two warlocks here... Remy and another."

Logan frowned, "Declan?"

"No... " Roman's eyes widened and he clutched Logans hand, "Theres a child! Wake up!"

Logan shot up in bed, panting.

Declan rose up halfway groggily, "Lo? What's going on?"

Logan grabbed his husband, "Declan. Go get your brother. I think hes done something stupid."

Declan frowned, "when has he not?"

Logan growled, "Declan! I think hes gone to the forest!" He looked down as he remembered Roman's words, "theres a child..." his eyes widened, "Virgil!"

Declans eyes widened, "oh my god." He jumped up and ran to the car, dialing Remy.

"Didnt tell me what?" Virgil frowned at his uncle.

Remy sighed, "SO. Me and Declan are Warlocks. That's why my eyes are weird and why Deceit has scales."

Virgil frowns, "...no. he has a skin condition. Looks like he has scales but it's really weird ass skin."

Remy shook his head, "nope. They are most definitely scales."

Remy sighed, "oh my god. You're at least a little bit warlock."

Virgil smirked, "you remember I'm adopted right?"

Remy growled, "well, Declan sensed some warlock blood in you. So suck it up and follow us to the forest."

"I'm WHAT?"

"A warlock." Remy turned and kissed Emile, "love you sweetheart." He looked back at Virgil and walked out, "now come on! That crystal ain't gonna break itself."

Virgil followed him blankly, waving to Wnile, "uuuuh, bye uncle Emile..."

Emile giggled, "oh dear... bye Virge!"

Virgil and Remy arrived at the forest. "You ready kid?" Remy looked over to the shocked teen.

Virgil barely nodded.

He took a breath and sat up straighter, "yes." He looked over to Remy, "I'm ready."

Taglist cause I guess I'm doing this now:

@burningpersonflapsuitcase @an-absolute-failure @lucifer-in-my-head @fury-of-rome @nonbinaryblossom

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thisisasupergoodidea · 6 years ago

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just watched The Guy Who Didnt Like Musicals a second time. i didnt really process the songs properly the first time and didnt like them but now i can actually hear the tunes as intended and i love this whole thing so much. so im gonna ramble about this musical for a bit. spoilers ahead if u havent watched yet (its on youtube)

ive seen a few of the theories ppl have about the delivery of the musical, and about what happens at the end especially. i think i wanna try my hand at it too because sometimes i enjoy interpreting details. and im a gigantic sucker for reprises that stitch together all the songs we just heard into its own frankenstein song that completely changes in meaning or tone based on all the info we absorbed over the course of the program. and boi the last song of the show sure fuckin delivers

ok well i need to start at the beginning though. some ppl are confused by what the opening lil song and dance is within the context of the musical, because it introduces the main character, but at that point no one is infected yet so it just seems like standard musical stuff in the viewpoint of the audience, who expects this. but the entire plot of this musical is that the characters’ world slowly BECOMES a musical due to alien spores from a meteor infecting everyone to act as a harmonious hive mind. so in this sense its two musicals at the same time: the musical that starkid productions wrote, and the looser ‘musical’ that the alien entity is orchestrating during its antagonism of the main character. i believe that the opener takes place after at least a partially successful domination of the populace, mostly because of the fact that the characters who participate in that song are referring to ‘themselves’ in the third person and are dancing all hunched and menacingly, exactly how the alien spore compels people to dance later on in the plot. that plus a line that i might be recalling correctly about how the main character is their final story to tell, makes me certain that this is the alien telling that story

as for the main character paul’s absence from that song, i really think thats something intended in the musical to introduce what paul is like in the most succinct way possible. the guy just did not like musicals. throughout the plot he is constantly defining himself by his lack of participation, so of course the cheekiest way to set that up is to have him not participate in the opener. i think the confusing part here is when the story actually begins, because if the opener was performed by the future infected characters, when is the line drawn to differentiate between the two musicals that are happening (starkid musical vs alien musical)? or is the whole thing a performance by the alien entity? in which case, everyone on that stage is simply acting out the story as determined by the hive mind. but to whom, if everyone’s infected? i’ll get back to that later

another thing i love about this musical is how gradually tired of paul’s shit the alien entity becomes over the course of the plot, as evidenced by the tone of the songs. it just gets worse and worse. the alien’s songs turn from sickeningly cheerful to enticing, to threatening, to evoking hopelessness, then finally to pressuring paul past his breaking point. some of the songs arent even directed at paul but the change still happens, which goes to show the alien entity’s frustration. and at the end when the infected find emma, the song is happy again. they sing that awesome reprise, a really energetic mashup in which its hard not to feel like the alien plague is unstoppable. inevitable, one might say.

speaking of the end... paul’s confrontation with the meteor (my absolute favorite scene that i would rewatch a hundred times except i dont want to get tired of it too fast) contains good information to understanding what happens afterward. paul tries to blow it up, gets distracted by the appearance of his infected acquaintances, and the longer he stays there the more infected he himself becomes, breathing in such a heavy concentration of those alien spores at the epicenter of its activity. until now, he has rejected actively being the ‘star of the show’ like the alien seems to... want him to be? idk, the point is that his character defies musical protagonist tropes despite how the plot follows him. the story is ABOUT the alien, but paul is the audience’s anchor. until he goes to blow up the meteor. at that point, the alien has him. he can barely fight back against his own body synchronizing with the other infected as they goad him into giving in, but he puts up a damn good struggle considering those impossible circumstances. still, for the first time, he participates. he sings. he hates it, but it brings out some interesting thoughts: does he hate it? did he ever? or is this just the spores talking?

but what part, exactly, does he hate? in a musical, the singing and dancing act is usually the method of delivery for whatever the character is truly feeling. it is an opportunity for the audience to connect emotionally with the person who is singing. but we dont have that with paul for almost the entire show. he doesnt participate. and he’s established in the beginning as selfish, kind of a dick, and not available to anyone (except emma who is the only person he even slightly opens up to. he tries to be more friendly somewhat with bill, i think, but even then that couldve just been to get him to snap out of it and escape the school). he said himself that people singing and dancing makes him uncomfortable. so all this is to say that, on a deeper level, i think the aspect of the singing and dancing that he hates, that he fights to resist, is the vulnerability. you can witness the madness and shame for yourself as he sings more and more, letting out his worries, unsure if his feelings are his anymore. but hey, he ends that scene with a statement reaffirming the self he walked in with (which is to say, a guy who hates musicals) and finally pulls his grenade. so its cool that he was able to resist that but. guys. if the spores didnt get him. that grenade absolutely did. he didnt even bother to throw it away from himself, he flung it down right in front of him. theres no way he didnt get blown to bloody chunks, fully intending for that to be his final act of defiance

but i think it was too late by then. he’d already breathed in so many spores, and we were shown earlier on that death is not an impediment to becoming infected. i think after he exploded, he was still absorbed into the collective and reformed as a new addition to the hive mind. his explosives might not have been enough to fully destroy the meteor. and thats why, at the very end, i believe that - despite his admittedly suspicious face journey during the song - he isnt faking it. because if he was, wouldnt the hive mind know that it doesnt contain him within it? not only that, but in the opening song emma is clearly part of the group. given that she is the only one who is undoubtedly not infected in the last song, we have to assume that she will be sometime after the finale of the musical.

and now im left with my unexplored questions: is this a musical played straight, or a ‘musical’ put on by the alien entity after it wins? and who is the ‘musical’ intended for? its fun to speculate but im not sure these are questions that can be answered by watching it a bunch of times. theyre aimed too much outside of the zone of operation, if that makes sense. its like, you cant ever look at your own eyeballs normally. you need a mirror or for someone to describe them to you. these questions exist outside of the limitations of the musical format, so we wouldnt direct them at the video, we would ask them of the creators. or not. its cool to not have all the questions answered too

ah i wrote a flippin essay, huh? i guess i wanted to prove to myself that my brain still works

#the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #starkid #i did say i would ramble...

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the-kipsabian · 6 years ago

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5,8,21,44,47? Title being "we were always meant to be immortal (but now we never can be)"

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?im. trying to find any multi chapter stories ive actually written more than one chapter for and im failing real badly LOL. i think tho that one of my faves is a reaaaally old wrestling fic titled ‘sleeping flower’ - which was basically just your regular kind of oc/wrestler shenanigans and yeah we’ll leave it that cause even tho i still really think back to it fondly it was. still really bad lol its from like 2008 i think i was such a vanilla baby in writing, especially in english so hngg thank god i cant get the document to open properly to read it cause i wouldnt be able to take it lol

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?aaaa pretty much everywhere tbh? it can be from games, movies/shows i watch, most often i think it comes from music tbh? certain lyrics make me think about stuff and work things around them. or similarly from other stuff i listen to/hear, i can pull some strings together in my head to get a story ideas and yeah

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?hummmmmmmm. k so im. sure theres more but i dont unfortunately read too much these days cause i cant. focus on shit to save my life so i cant name more than the few ive read recently so aaaaAAAA@ss-trashboat - her stuff is like. i mean. have you read angst before? well yeah angst will come and rip your heart from your chest and stomp on it until youre crying and then some. so many different characters and feelings and theres something for everyone available, and the way she describes feelings and atmosphere slays me every single time. i wanna cry just for the thought of it tbh hhhhhh@shinrijeu - lets continue with admiring and praising angst, shall we? its just. so good. characters amazingly on point every single time, i especially love reading his character interactions cause its just. so natural and the scene is so easy to see unfolding in front of your eyes? yes. please. also like. all the fluff gets me so giddy every single time and i love it hhhhh@coughedfeathers - thEY MAKE ME CRY ON A REGULAR BASIS WITH THINGS AND THATS FINE. also like as someone who loves to write a rambly, run-on sentences myself, i love their style of. simple and sweet. getting the thoughts and emotions through with the simplest choice of words, and yet they have so much impact behind them and thats just so awesome. also like. best hurt/comfort buddy @blue-bismuth - their ideas? Top Notch for freaking sure. im behind on actually. like. reading their stuff but hhhhhhh everything like headcanon-wise im loving and im impressed by cause its so cool and original and i am. in loVE

44) What is the last line you wrote?this is from few days ago - wanted to get some nate(mare)/mads angst out there but its just sitting unfinished on my laptop now probably forever yay“If wordscould cause physical harm, Nate would have just about ten edged weaponssticking out of him right now.“

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?my immediate first thought was star crossed lovers, with the reincarnation au involved. with added angst of ‘one makes a deal that they will finally be allowed to be together, but one of them loses their ability to reincarnate’

fic writer asks!

#i tried to reply to these with just fic stuff as much as possible #as in the case of the first question lol #everything else was kinda. general?#mostly cause the only fandom i really write now is asagao and even then thats like. 99% selfinsert stuff lol #so idk if that even counts #but yeah anything heres things woo!#coughedfeathers #thank you for asking! <3

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xampomi · 6 years ago

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Exes & Angels | jjk

• genre: high school au | romance | mystery

• pairing: ex!jungkook x y/n

• warnings: jungkook's not using underwear (there's a reasonable reason for that); ¿maybe jimin has a crush on Jungkook¿ ; trust issues; I dunno

• summary: jungkook’s rambling

Jungkook was having a shitty day so far.

First, he forgot to wash his underwear in the weekend, so he just decided to go commando today bcs wtf was he gonna do at 6 in the morning?? Then, when running to class, he bumped into some weird guy.

"wtf man. Wanna fight?", the little guy said.

For a moment, Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks because he though he saw some fucking sparkling halo above boy's head. But Jungkook didn't sleep much that night anyway so.

"N-not now. Sorry. I'm running late.", which was technically true. The thing is Jungkook didn't care. And he didn't really wait for the sparkling guy's answer.

As soon as Jungkook entered the class he sat at his regular seat, the window's view being extremely appealing to him.

As all of us can imagine, Jungkook was a smart kid but he didnt really care since he knew he was also extremely hot. That thought came to his mind numerous times. He knew that he should probably quit high school and become a stripper. He was definitely done with this shit. In addition, that would bring a lot of fast easy money.

"Fuck, i forgot about breakfast.", he remembered, thanks to his body's noises. Then he try listening to class but that didn't worked that well for him since he has tendency to zone out real easily.

However, two knocks in the classroom's door echoed through Jungkook's ears and for some reason he was suddenly attentive to what was happening in the real world.

Soon after the knocking was heard, the teacher stood there like some earthquake emergency, in which he should tell the students to keep calm, keep calm but if you wanna come back to your mama, walk quickly.

Then he woke up. "Come in".

When the door opened, a dark-haired girl appeared She quickly smiled to the teacher as she entered the room. "Good morning. Sorry to interrupt your class", she said in a low, innocent voice, although something on him told him that she didn't really care about his class. But he was no more interested in what was happening so he just dropped his head again on the table.

"Don't worry. What do you need, y/n?", he couldn't see what was happening but Jungkook knew that the teacher's teeth were about to fall down if he kept smiling like that to the girl.

"Could I borrow... Jung Jungkook? He's from this class, right? Mr. Robert wants to talk to him", y/n kindly asked.

Something was wrong. Everyone knew Robert was done having conversations with Jungkook since what happened in the canteen 2 months ago. Or perhaps he decided to finally let that go of that. He hoped so. He didn't wanted to talk about that again. Besides, Namjoon deserved it.

Maybe this time Mr. Robert wants to finally have a real conversation. Maybe about last week's fire alarm's break out.

Oh well.

"Ah!", the teacher dropped too happily. Then he seemed kinda regretful. Yeah. Hide the excitement, you bastard. "Go talk to the principal, Jeon."

"Oh no, I can't What about your class? I was so excited about hearing about the... effect of.... molecular evidence on....the classification of...hm... organisms.", I said already reaching for the door. I don't know if you noticed but I was being extremely sarcastic.

"Ooooh, don't worry.", yeah, he prolonged that "oh" like that. He was also being sarcastic but I know that deep inside he would miss me. Everyone those.

"You know I always open an exception for you every time you need to do things outside my class, Jeon. C'mon. Go talk to the principal." He pointed to the door in a very nonsarcastic way.

"I will come back for you.", I didn't really said this. But it would be funny. Because I would never come back.

Now in the corridor, Jungkook felt real freedom. He could finally go home, eat pancakes and dress some sweatpants or something that wouldn't make his dick itchy.

"Ya. Where do you think you're going?"

Shit.

"You know I'm really grateful that you let me out of there. Seriously." He made a dramatic pause. Then he decided to push him hair back and for a second, he though he saw her rolling her brown dark eyes. "But we broke up, y/n. You need to find yourself another man."

For a moment she looked kinda offended. Then remember she had more important things to discuss with him.

"lol that's what's i've been trying to do. I though it was pretty obvious I was trying to seduce Jimin. I mean, he's cute as hell. He just.... he doesn't look normal, okay? And not the "He's-just-too-good-to-be-true"type. I mean, it's obvious that a man like him could never be compared as a simple human. Have you ever had a good look at him? He's a God. He's just beautiful and kind, and talented,and sooo funny. Absolutely boyfriend material,ya know. And his buttcheks?? I could never think of a better--"

"Okay, okay. I get it. And?"

"He isn't normal, jungkook."

"As you've been telling me."

"He seriously isn't normal."

"Who is?", I smirked. "Just tell me who this Jimin guy is already bcs i think I've never heard of him."

She frozed a little. Then she slowly approached him.

"Buy you saw him, right? I know you did. I saw you this morning with him. That's why I came to you.", she had her eyes real open by now. "You're the living prove that I'm not crazy. You're the only one who always believes in me, right?"

Jungkook took a good at her. She no more looked like the shy, innocent girl that came for him in the middle of class. Sure, she still looked like the typical social butterfly. She was always the type of person that just loved to befriend people here and there. Now she just looked kinda exhausted. Still beautiful, but exhausted.

So yeah, jungkook was fricking out a little bit. Something was wrong with her. He needed to calm her down, so he could go home.

Then she suddenly went closer to him, her voice quieter than before. "I also need to tell you about the weirdest part, BUT you need to promise me to keep secret. Promise me."

"Okay, go on."

"I'm serious, kookie. "

"Don't call me that. I told you before, right?"

"Do it."

"I, Jeon Jungkook, promise that I will never tell whatever you're about to tell me."

"I think I killed him."

Jungkook frozed. For some reason his vision started getting blurry. He didn't eat anything since yesterday. He needed to eat.

"Sorry. Can you repeat that?"

"It was an accident, Jungkook. An accident." Her face has becomed red, her eyes watery and her body shaky. "C'mon. If you don't believe in me, who will?".

"But I talked to him this morning. He's not dead, y/n"

"He really is."

"That's so fucking impossible, y/n." He pushed his hair back, but not in a seductive way anymore. "You can only be lying to me rn. What the fuck happened?"

She avoid jungkook's eyes. "I don't know! One minute we were just making out inside the school depository and next one, he--"

Jungkook hoped he wouldnt regret his next words.

"Prove it."

"You still won't believe me, do you?"

"Y/n. Where's the body?"

"If I show it to you right now....will you believe in me? Will you promise to believe forever in me?"

Jungkook looked around. He was not in the right mood to see a dead body rn. But It was 14pm and for some reason he saw no one.

He should probably come back to class anyway.

"The body is still in there here, ya know."

"What?"

"Don't worry. Obviously is hidden under some blankets I found in there. I can show it to you."

"Did you call the policy?"

Now she frozen on her feet. "No, ofc not. I can't go to jail. I can't. Please believe in me, Kookie. We could just go. As we talked about bef-"

Jungkook should definitely become a stripper after this. But for now, he needed to call someone. However, the phone was inside the classroom. He couldn't call the police without a crime. He needed to see for himself. Yeah, played with fire alarms but dont fucking mess with 911.

If that boy really was dead, y/n needed to be arrested. That's the truth. He will eventually need to discuss it with her. Just not now.

"Let's go, then", he finally decides.

"Yey", she said but not that excited - she even seemed a little disappointed?? - but took his arm between hers anyway and guided him from corridor to corridor.

When they first arrived the depository's door, Jungkook was expecting to her to free his arm but she didn't. She wasn't stopped trembling. She killed a man and can't stop shaking wtf. She was afraid. Well, Jungkook was the one who should be afraid. I mean she had a lot of time to get accustomed to the cadaver. But more than that, Jungkook was hungry. Poor Jungkook.

The next moment,he saw y/n taking from her pocket a metal key. How did she get that? The innocent shy girl who could never lie to anyone, was no more a good girl.

She unlocked the door. "You'll believe in me now, Kook." And they stepped inside.

"It's too dark", he said.

"I know, dummy. I'll search for the switch."

The light went on but he still couldnt see anything.

"Where the fuck is the body? Are you lying to me again?"

"What do you mean? He's right there. Look.", she started pointing weirdly to the floor in front of them. She looked mad. Almost like there was something there that only her could see.

'Y/n. Where's the body. I'm serious now."

"Right here, Kok. Come closer."

He did. He did come a little closer.

"I would never lie to you. He's right there. Right there."

Still searching for something , Jungkook collapsed on the floor after the strong sting he felt in his neck.

2/7.

#bts #exo #got7 #blackpinga #twice #ioi #pancakes #rrede belvet #1a1 #fanfic #kindasad #fuckboi #smut #angst #sexystuff #uwuw #ariana grande

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baconpal · 8 years ago

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since ive been complaining about shit already tonight i might aswell just mention random crap that i’ve been thinking about, but ill spare your dash, feel free to read me rambling about absolutely random shit if you want

first some video game stuff i guess;

the good: I don’t have a switch and still definitely cannont justify getting one yet but woo boy does ARMS look good, i wanna try it, and also splatoon 2, i really liked splats when it was first out, and martyo kart, but its p spensive stuff and im a cheap-ass

the new thing code vein thing is simultaneous promising and incredibly boring to me, cus anime styled action game with the potential for cute girls to be wielding giant fucking weapons is like, my dream, and the boss designs looked pretty good, if a bit unrelated in the trailer, like the moose knight dude is fucking sick and i wanna use his armor, but then there’s also like, abyssal spear lady miku whose fucking cute, and they’re shown right after each other and it becomes a bit hard to follow, and the story seems to be just fucking dark souls “wah we go hollow and the world is a fuck”, i wish it wasnt that, cus dark souls alone made that setting overused, and while a modern-ish universe certainly sounds nice, it looks fucking bleak and they spend half the video in places that just look like bluer versions of DaS3 areas

the bad: so ive already complained about momodora 4, some people like it for some fucking reason but i dont, and now 5 is happening because they cant just make a new fucking series i guess, and it looks awful, like honestly horrid, its fucking shitty 3d when nobody asked for it, and it’s like, all the worst parts of something like dark souls, and none of the good parts and it angers me to no end that they keep dragging this sorta cute and okay free game series into the mud like this when they could make new games and try new things

the ugly: i never funded or thought about supporting indivisible because i had zero fun with the demo and i never really cared for any of the designs other than the redesigns of other characters from other games, and maybe the big fist girl, who didnt really fit in the style to begin with, but now they’re going and doing major redesigns and model updates that just look stupid and lifeless, like “wah wah diversity” drama aside, that cowboy guy went from a gritty, perfectly decent design to like, fucking nothing, he’s nothing now, i cant even identify him as something because he’s just nothing, and the entire cast seems to have been stretched up for no reason, and now a lot of the interestingly wide characters arent very interesting anymore, im not mad about it cus i never planned on getting it, but as an artist when i see artists take a very solid and nice character/design and just make it fucking awful, it makes me mad, especially cus i’ve seen some artists i used to know do it too, not starting drama or something it just seems pretty dumb to take things that are nice and people like and make them into different things when you could just make a new thing and have both

also uh like my friend showed me this jap band called uplift spice and at first i thought they were meh but i cant stop listening to them now its fucken cute rock stuff and it kills me

now art stuff. these are the things i really wanna talk about but they’re really just me problems so if you’ve already made it this far maybe you’ll care about this random shit

so like commissions have gone decently recently, not complaining about nobody wantin em or something, but for the longest time i’ve had people ask me about commissions, ask if there’s slots open or something, or even straight up say they intend to commission me, and then i’ll never fucking hear from them ever again ever, and like, if you just ask “hey got slots?” doesnt mean i expect you to actually get a comm, but it usually suggests there will atleast be a follow up response like “okay thanks but nevermind” or “ok cool ill be contacting you soon” and then actually following up on it, cus without any closure i just get stressed out thinking about why they never get back to me, are the prices too much? are they worried i won’t accept the comm? did they fucking forget i exist? did they get hit by a car? like even if you fucking told me “nevermind i dont want a comm you’re fucking SMELLY and i HATE YOU” i’d feel better cus at least i wouldnt worry about it for a week or something, none of the people reading this are likely the kinds of people who do this, most of them dont even follow me, but cmon man why you gotta make me worry about this shit

and last thing probably (hopefully jesus what am i even typing all this for) so like now that i’m doin comms more to support my own ass i’m really not pushing for requests in my inbox since a lot of them i’d never do anyway unless i got paid, but at the same time, i really liked drawin the ghost lady for that one ask, cus nobody is ever going to comm me for my own characters unless your one of my super good friends and youre just looking for an excuse to give me money, if you DID honestly comm me my OCs i’d fucking love you that’d be sick, but regardless i think that the only requests ill end up doing anymore are cute megalo1 and 2 ideas or stuff of my OCs, but i dont even know if you guys remember or like any of them, i actually have way more of them than i post because i like to design for fun sometimes, but like other than maybe neon idk if any of my OCs are know to any of my followers other than good friends, so idk if you guys would even care enough to request my OCs, but they’re mine and they make me happy so if you wanna see more of them or ask questions about them or anything, feel free to send me asks or messages or whatever, it’d be cool

so ye that’s all the shit im thinken about right now, if you actually could read all that you’re fucking weird and i like you

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xii-xxv-mmxiii · 8 years ago

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God, i feel like a fucking crazy person

Maybe opening to you about this now will only do more harm than good .. i dont know. Maybe youll understand. Im not trying to make an excuse for myself, by any means. You upset me and i then made you mad and pestered you to talk to me when i knew you needed a little time. I wish i didnt freak out the way i did. I just think with the way ive been feeling, i needed my rock there. And ky rock is you. Please dont be done with me. Trying to shake myself out of this hole that im in .. i dont know. Its like shoveling a sidewalk in the middle of a blizzard .. you shovel and shovel and move all of the snoe but it still piles up in the places you just shoveled, ya know? Its not something i can just wake up one day and decide "nah, im not gonna be sad and emotional today". Because, i could be in a room full of people, cracking jokes and being happy. And i really still feel alone and sad. Maybe this'll sound pathetic to you. I guess thats my fear. I dont want to seem broken. I dont want to be broken. And if you do still want me, i dont want you to suddenly not want me because i am broken. I dont think you would .. but theres always that possibility You know me. I really am normally a happy bubbly person. I ask about you .. i ask what i can do to make your day better. I get into rambly moods and i tell you happy memories. Sometimes sad memories too, but never because I'm sad, just because i want you to know everything. I get excited over little things like driving in the dark for the first time or baking a cute cake. Bits and pieces of my normal happy self shine through and i have my moments of being okay. I guess if i do open up to you about this and youre understanding like i think youll be .. i ask that you please dont blame everything on it. Because sometimes i already do. Its not a constant clinical depression, atleast i dont think it is. I was depressed when i was younger .. i opened up to you about that when i met you. And then a few years ago I was. And then i was okay again. I dont know what brought it on. Whether it be stress, change .. i dont know. Ill be okay and i know that i will. When i was 15, i didnt wanna live anymore. It was the worst ive ever felt. It got better .. if it didnt, i wouldnt be here today. Im glad that it got better. Im glad that i hung on. Then i met you. I found my sunshine. My rock. Thats not to say that i can't be my own sunshine. Because i could. And i am, most times. You just make my life a whole lot brighter. Anyway ... i digress.. i know that ill be okay. Because ive been through this before. I know it gets better. Its so hard on you .. you haven't seen me this way or dealt with my mood swings when i feel like this. Last time, you were in California with no cell phone service. I do think you dealt with it towards the end .. just not to this degree. The time before that, i hadnt yet met you. Im hoping maybe that talking to you about this will help me. Maybe then i won't feel so fucking alone. Ill have someone who knows, someone who i can talk to when im feeling not so myself. God, i feel like a fucking crazy person. I hope you talk to me, and i hope you hear me out. I hope you understand. I hope you stay by my side. I know you love me. And i know you want me. I just know you dont want this fucked up version of me and thats okay because i dont either. I hope that when i tell you "im trying ", you don't tell me to try harder.. i hope you dont doubt how hard im trying. I hope you dont doubt me. Im still here. Im still me. Just a sad fucked up version of me

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