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blackmail: a wonwoo hacker!au

synopsis: you’ve dumped your ex boyfriend and blocked him on everything, but you’re pretty sure he’s been logging into your social media accounts and stalking you. your best friend suggests that you go to the IT nerds at school and ask for some help in figuring out who’s watching you. you enlist jeon wonwoo’s help in stopping him and wreaking a little bit of havoc of your own. female reader x wonwoo ft kaistal bc I miss them

word count: 6.4k (the ending is kinda rushed bc i was lowkey sick of writing)

a/n: this takes place in an american college:) so basically… this is based on something that happened to me (the stalking part). wonwoo doesn’t get introduced for a while but when he does it’s worth it. it’s really angsty and slow but I hope you enjoy.

“Look, I think we’re better apart,” you said, staring your boyfriend directly in the eyes.

“I don’t agree,” he said. He grabbed your hand a little too forcefully. “You are the only one for me.”

“Jason…” you said. You took a deep sigh and looked at him. “I’ve been telling you for the past hour, we are over.”

“No, you can’t do this,” he said. “Yes, yes, I can,” you said. “You need to leave.”

“So the past nine months have been a lie?”

“No, the past nine months have been you manipulating me into thinking that I loved you and that you’re as good as it gets,” you deadpanned. “Jason, you need to leave. Now.”

“No!” he yelled. “There’s nobody like you, _____.”

“Yes, there is. I’m not special. Now get out before I call the police,” you threatened. “You’ve wasted nine months of my life, don’t waste another minute.”

“You need professional help, you know that, right?” questioned Jason. “You’re the most heartless, uncaring bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Hm, sucks for you,” you said. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before Krystal comes home.”

“Fine, but we’re not done talking,” he said. “We’ll make it through this.”

“I really don’t think so,” you replied as you pushed him out of your apartment and slammed the door in his face.

Knowing what Jason could be like, you quickly locked your doors and waited in the farthest room in your apartment. He had been manipulating you for as long as you could remember, convincing you that you were happiest with him when really he was isolating you from the rest of your friends and family. You hadn’t even liked him; he just continually told you that he liked you until you caved in and consented to being his girlfriend. In reality, he was one of the worst people you knew.

Following the breakup, he relentlessly tried to contact you and become your friend. He even went as far as to send his older brother’s ex girlfriend, a good friend of yours, to tell you how much he missed you and how unhappy he was without you. She warned you heavily to stay away from him and his entire family.

After you blocked Jason and cut him off completely, you began to adjust back to your normal life. You were becoming happier, more outgoing, and more of who you used to be. Everyone in your life noticed the positivity.

Chatting over bowls of cereal, you and Krystal were sitting at your small kitchen table. You opened up your Snapchat to find yourself logged out, which could mean one of two things: either Snapchat was being its typical glitchy self or someone else had logged into your account. The only person who knew your password was Krystal.

“Hey, Krystal, did you log into my Snap?” you asked.

“No, why?” she replied.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “It must be glitching or something.”

“Okay,” she said. “Hey, are you still friends with Jason’s cousin?”

“Which one?”

“The one that introduced the two of you.”

“Oh, Hailey. Yeah, but we’re not as close as we were when Jason and I were just friends. And then we kind of drifted when I dumped him and now we hardly see or talk to each other.”

“I didn’t care that much,” laughed Krystal. “I was just wondering why your Instagram profile pic has her in it now.”

“I didn’t change it,” you said.

“Yeah, you did.” Krystal held up her phone to your face to show a picture of you and Hailey, clearly happy. It was a photo taken during the camping trip where you and Jason became close.

“I don’t remember changing it.” You grabbed her phone and took a closer look. You had more followers than you remembered, too, and you were private. “Maybe I did it when I was falling asleep last night.”

“I think it’s pretty new,” she said, “and you do weird stuff when you’re tired, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled in reply.

Over the next few months, small but strange things continued happening on your social media. Snapchats had been opened that you couldn’t recall seeing, follow requests that you never saw were accepted, direct messages were opened by someone other than you, posts you never saw were liked, stories you never viewed were watched, and random people were added to your Snapchat. Again, you didn’t think much of it.

After a few months of avoiding Hailey and discussing the breakup, you finally met up with her for lunch. She was desperate to catch up with you, especially after you had distanced yourself so severely from her. At one point she had been your best friend, but now the two of you were more like strangers.

The small restaurant was a nice little meeting place, and you arrived a few minutes early to make sure that your reservation was claimed. It was commonplace for Hailey to arrive rather late, from five minutes to forty-five minutes. After you ordered drinks for the both of you, she arrived.

“Sorry for being so late,” she apologized profusely.

“Hailey, you’re always late,” you laughed. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up,” she offered. “You know, our whole family really believed that you and Jason would get married. We’d never seen him like the way he was with you.”

“The way he was with me was constantly manipulating me and making my life toxic,” you spat. “Hailey, I didn’t come here so you could talk me into getting back together with Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I thought it was worth a shot.”

“A shot that’ll ruin our friendship permanently. He’s an awful person. I don’t hate people, but I hate him,” you deadpanned. “Can we talk about literally anything else?”

“Alexa had her second kid,” Hailey offered, “and Nick is finally engaged to Alondra.”

Hailey went on a tangent about her older siblings and their success before circling back around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“And I’m dating someone, too,” she said quietly. “I didn’t want to mention anything since your past relationship was so bad.”

You laughed. “I’m not that terrible of a person. I can be happy for someone else, you know?”

“Okay,” smiled Hailey. “He’s going to Cozumel with my family and me next week. The whole crew is going, Alexa and her family, Nick and his fiance, and Jason’s family. Jason’s sister Madison is already pregnant and they wanted to get in a trip before the baby’s born.”

“They’ve been married for six months!” you exclaimed. “I was Jason’s date to the wedding. That’s…”

“An accident?” offered Hailey. “I think so, but she and Chad deny it.”

“Whatever makes them feel better,” you said.

“Yeah.” She took a sip of her drink. “Do you think I’m being too forward by bringing my boyfriend on a family trip? It’s only been a few months.”

“At least you’ll know soon whether this relationship is going to work.” It was meant to be a joke, but Hailey took it seriously. The conversation was becoming uncomfortable, forced with the continuous mention of Jason, so finally you excused yourself, left a twenty dollar bill on the table, and headed home.

The next week, strange things continued to happen on your social media. Knowing you, you continued to ignore it and think nothing of it. Finally, as you opened up your Instagram, you got a strange notification.

We detected an unusual login attempt. iOS | Jun 27, 6:10 AM | Cozumel, Mexico

Your heartbeat soared as you realized what this could mean. Tears welled up in your eyes as you quickly texted Hailey.

hey, are you in cozumel?

yeah, we landed a little before 6 this morning. why?

nothing. jason flew with you?

yes what’s wrong

nothing don’t worry

You ran to the bathroom where Krystal was getting ready for the day and started banging on the door. “Krystal!” you shouted. “Krystal, open the door!” You were crying and sat on the floor of the hallway until Krystal opened the door.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Jason has been logging into my accounts all this time. You know that weird stuff that was constantly happening on my accounts? It was him.”

“How?”

“I don’t know… All of my passwords are pretty difficult.”

“Okay, well, let’s start with changing your passwords.” Krystal paused for a second, and then spoke again. “How do you know it’s him?”

“Who else would be stalking my accounts? I’m not interesting. I blocked him on everything, and then this morning I get a notification that someone in Cozumel has been logging into my account. And you know who flew into Cozumel this morning? Jason.”

“Text him,” Krystal said. “See if he’ll say he’s been logging into your accounts.”

jason

wow didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon

yeah ik

u feeling lonely i guess? ;)

aw babe

don’t aw babe me why have you been logging into my social media

I havent??

yes you fucking have leave me the fuck alone

no i havent

I got a notification saying someone in cozumel has been logging into my accounts and ik weird shit has been going down in my account this is illegal

theres lots of people in cozumel what if it wasnt me

im going to the police

you have no proof that its me

ill find a way to get proof leave me tf alone stay out of my accounts

Krystal snatched your phone from your hands. “I don’t really think we can do anything if he denies it,” she sighed. Her eyes lit up. “I know some kids in the IT department of school. I bet they’d help.” She pulled you up from off the floor. “Get ready, let’s go talk to them.”

You dressed quickly because the sooner you met with the IT kids, the sooner you could figure out who had truly been stalking you. As soon as you were ready, you grabbed Krystal’s arm and started jogging towards the campus. She had dressed well, like always, but you were comfortable and ready to run.

After a few minutes of running, you finally arrived at the university’s tech department. Krystal was friends with most everybody, so she showed you where the IT kids could be found. She knocked quietly on the door after you had ran up the stairs to the entrance.

“Come in,” someone called from the other side.

“Hey, guys,” Krystal said as she opened up the door. “I need a favor.”

“What is it?” one of the boys asked. There was only one girl, and she was quietly working away at her computer, headphones in ears.

“_____, tell them what’s been happening,” she said as she pushed you towards them.

You began your long tale of your toxic relationship, the messy breakup, the strange social media occurrences, and finally, that morning’s notification.

“I’d recommend talking to Wonwoo, the boy over there,” said the boy that Krystal knew. “He’s good with that stuff. Doesn’t get caught, either.”

“Okay, thank you,” you said. You walked over to the tall, dark haired boy with glasses. “Hi,” you said softly. “I need you to do me a favor. I’ll literally do anything for it.” You paused. “Well, not anything.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to find out who has been logging into my Instagram accounts. You’re a hacker, right?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I’m more of a vigilante hacker. I don’t just hack to hack.”

“Well, I think you’ll be intrigued by what I’m going to tell you,” you replied hopefully. You began your spiel once more, and by the end, Wonwoo had his chin in his hands and was staring at you intently.

“It’ll take me maybe ten minutes to figure out if he’s been logging into your account, but from the looks of it, he definitely has,” Wonwoo said. “But this isn’t my style. My style is more messing with people who did bad things on the internet.”

“Okay, but will you see if it’s even him? I think it is but can you make sure anyway?” you asked.

“Yeah, give me a few.” Wonwoo turned to his computer and left you alone

“Hey, _____,” Krystal called from across the room. “I’m heading home. I don’t want to be here too long. Are you okay on your own?”

“I’m fine,” you replied as you took a seat next to Wonwoo and watched him type rapidly. “You don’t mind if I stay with you, do you?”

“No, I really don’t.” Wonwoo didn’t even look up from his computer as he kept typing. After a few minutes, he came up empty handed. He looked at you confusedly. “His phone is heavily protected. I don’t know what kind of software this person has installed, but I can’t access it. All I can access is the Apple ID of the person that owns the phone, and it’s a bunch of random numbers and letters. I can try hacking into that, but I don’t think it’s going to lead anywhere.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I mean your ex-boyfriend is either incredibly clever or he has someone else doing the dirty work for him,” Wonwoo said.

“He’s really smart. Tech savvy.”

“Then he knows what he’s doing.” Wonwoo looked back at the screen and then to you. “I think I can figure out if it’s him, but it’ll take a solid half hour. I have to hack into the account and then see all of the phones and devices the accounts have been linked to and see if any of them belong to him. You should go get food or something while I do this; it might be a while.”

“Okay,” you said. “I’ll bring something back for you. What do you want?”

“How about burgers?” he asked.

“I’ll be back soon. You have my number now, so text me what you want,” you said with a smile. Wonwoo nodded before pulling out his phone and sending you his order.

After about fifteen minutes, you were back with burgers. Wonwoo was spinning around in his chair and smiled at you. “It’s him. That Jason guy, it’s him.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“I know you want to go to the police, but I want to have a little fun,” Wonwoo said. “This is my speciality of sorts.”

“But what if you get caught?” you asked.

“I won’t.” He took his burger from you. “Consider this payment for my deeds,” he said with a wink.

“I don’t know if I want you to mess with him. He’s a little psycho.”

“He’s not just a little psycho, he’s a lot psycho.” Wonwoo smiled at you softly. “Look, ____, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. But I think you want this guy to get a taste of his own medicine.”

“Of course I do,” you said. “But what could we possibly do to him?”

“I have some ideas, but you’ll have to consent. And they can be pretty shady, but I promise you, we won’t get caught,” Wonwoo said.

“What are your ideas?” you asked.

“If you give me your phone, I can retrieve every conversation the two of you have ever had. The embarrassing, the sweet, the manipulative, everything. Blackmail him with his own nudes? Done. Blackmail him with the embarrassing, loving, manipulative things he told you? Done. He won’t mess with you ever again, not as long as you’ve got this on your side.”

You stared at him. His proposal was intriguing to say the least. You knew Krystal would approve, but you also knew that he would access a lot of vulnerable things about you. You had some rather revealing photos in there, and while that did bother you, it didn’t bother you as much as the awkward and embarrassing photos you sent or the things you had confided in Jason. But you knew that he may never stop unless you made him stop, and you’d rather it be in your hands than in the authority’s hands. You looked at him, bit your lip, and then agreed.

“You promise you won’t judge me?” you asked.

“I promise,” replied Wonwoo softly. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze to reassure you. “You’re a good person. I can tell by just how you are. Texts between some manipulator and you aren’t going to make me change my mind.”

“Okay.” You handed him the phone. “But can you walk me home and then take my phone? I don’t want to be without my phone in the city.”

“Sure,” he said. He began packing up his things and then wrapped an arm around you. “It’s going to be fine. I’m good at what I do, and I don’t care about what you said. I only care about what he said.” He squeezed your shoulder gently. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not him.”

“You don’t need to tell me that,” you laughed as you detached yourself from him. “I know you’re not him.”

“Okay, good.” The two of you began the short walk from the university, through a bit of town, to your apartment. Once you neared your apartment, you reluctantly placed your phone in his palm.

“When will you be back?” you asked. “I kinda need my phone back.”

“I’ll come by tomorrow, how about that?”

“Okay.”

“We can go through what you think would affect him most tomorrow. I’ll just download it all to my laptop. Since you won’t have your phone, just expect me to come over sometime between noon and one, okay? I have some actually IT work to do tomorrow morning but I’ll just have it download while I sleep tonight.”

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“I’m an internet vigilante. It’s what I do,” responded Wonwoo with a wink. “See you around, ______.”

He watched as you entered your apartment building and stayed until he saw that you were safely inside. Once you were back inside your apartment, Krystal jumped to ask questions.

“What’d they find out?” she asked.

“He’s been stalking me,” you said shakily.

“Well, are you going to report it to the police or what?” she asked, playing with her fingers.

“Actually… about that,” you began, “I’m not going to the police.”

“Are you stupid?”

“Well, Wonwoo-”

“Wonwoo, huh?”

“It’s not like that. I literally just met him.”

“Oh, really? Then why’d he walk you home? And stay until he knew you were in the building?”

“Shut up,” you replied quickly. “We’re going to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Wonwoo’s keeping my phone for the night to download everything I had regarding Jason and to retrieve all of the old messages and stuff and then he’s gonna… well… blackmail him, I guess.”

“No way,” laughed Krystal. “You’re blackmailing the psycho? I didn’t realize you were that ballsy.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” you clarified. “Wonwoo says he’s like some internet vigilante or something and it’s similar to stuff he always does.”

“Wait, so he walked you home because?”

“He needed to take my phone but I didn’t want to go home without it. And I think he’s honestly a little afraid for me.”

“He’s nice. Kinda quiet but nice.”

“Quiet?”

“Yeah. He’s said maybe ten words total to me.”

“We spoke a lot.”

“Maybe he likes you better than me.”

“Maybe.”

“Well,” Krystal said while lightly punching your arm, “aren’t you afraid of what Wonwoo is going to find on your phone?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” you responded. “All that matters is that Jason leaves me alone. And I don’t think he’ll care much anyway. He knows what he’s seen when he’s being a vigilante or whatever.”

“Yeah, sure,” Krystal said sarcastically. “Whatever. You know what I think you should do? Get drunk.”

“I’m not going to get drunk,” you laughed. “I think I’m just going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I don’t want to think about this.”

“It’s only noon.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with this.”

“You don’t want to deal with this stalker drama or you don’t want to deal with knowing Wonwoo will go through everything on your phone?” suggested Krystal.

“Shut up,” you said. “For real, I’m going to sleep.”

You headed to your room and decided to sleep for the rest of the day. You finally woke up around two am after hours upon hours of sleep. Krystal was still awake, and she had her boyfriend Kai over. They were talking on the couch when you came out.

“Hey, guys,” you said with a small smile. “I didn’t know you were going to be over, Kai.”

“Krystal was just telling me the rundown on your stalker,” explained Kai.

“Oh,” you mumbled. “Yeah.”

“Jason will get what’s coming to him. If not now, when he’s thirty-five and his future wife leaves him,” he laughed.

“Kai, that’s rude,” Krystal said.

“Okay and?”

Krystal moved a little closer to Kai and smiled. It made you miss the days of having a boyfriend, but you knew that missing Jason was detrimental to yourself.

“So are you really having some hacker kid go through all the stuff on your phone just to blackmail Jason? Someone you don’t know?”

“At this point, nothing is really worse than knowing Jason wasn’t leaving me alone, so yeah, I am,” you replied. “He’s gonna be over around noon, by the way.”

“I’m gonna be out,” Krystal said.

“Where?”

“I don’t know. Kai, can I come over to yours?”

“Sure, babe.”

“You just did that so Wonwoo and I would be alone!”

“Also so I won’t have to see Jason’s nudes. I know that Wonwoo will be able to dig some up.”

“Fine.”

“Well, it’s two in the morning and I’ve got to be up at six, so I’ll see you tomorrow,” Krystal said. “C’mon, Kai, we’re going to bed.”

You watched Kai and Krystal leave the room and decided to clean the small apartment. By the time you were finished, the sun was starting to rise and Krystal would be waking up soon to head to the gym for her early morning workouts. Once Krystal was awake, she made some food for the both of you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she reassured you. “Jason will get whatever’s coming. Don’t worry about it. And you should probably catch a few hours of sleep before Wonwoo comes over, too.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “I’ll go to sleep in a few.”

A few hours later, you were awoken with the sound of Kai attempting to make Krystal a proper breakfast. It was nine in the morning, and you rolled back over only to be bombarded by the pair running into your room with sad looking pancakes.

“Cheer up!” Krystal said. “Just because you have a psycho manipulative stalker ex-boyfriend doesn’t mean you get to act like the world is ending!”

“I think it does mean I get to act like the world is ending,” you replied.

“I tried really hard to make these,” Kai said, shoving the plate in your face. “Come out to the kitchen and eat them, please.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You got up and followed Kai to the kitchen table. His pancakes weren’t too bad, but they definitely not good. Once you took a bite and gave them a thumbs up, Kai backed off.

“I’ve got to get to work,” he said. “See ya later, guys. I left my keys to my apartment on your nightstand if you still want to go over there when Wonwoo’s here.”

Krystal nodded and smiled at him before leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Okay, be safe.”

The next few hours passed rather quickly, with Krystal running around doing random things and you eating more food than you probably should. Before you knew it, Krystal had left to Kai’s and you were alone, waiting for Wonwoo’s arrival.

Just before noon, there was a knock at the door. You opened it quickly, and there was your expected guest. He had takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said shyly. “I thought it would be good to have lunch since…”

“Oh, thank you!” you replied, taking it from him. You grabbed chopsticks and you both settled down on the couch. There was a gap between the two of you and an awkward silence filled the room. Finally, Wonwoo cleared his throat.

“You know, I don’t think much different of you,” he said quietly. “Except that you’re maybe kinda dumb.”

“I’m dumb?” you questioned.

“Yeah, you’re dumb.” He chuckled softly to himself.

“Why?”

“Because you had barely started texting this guy and you told him everything about yourself. And I mean everything. I think I know you better than I know my brother, now.”

“I don’t know why I did it. I guess he made me feel important.” You sighed and bit your lip before looking up at Wonwoo. “We can see how well that turned out.”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll get him back,” Wonwoo reassured you.

“I honestly thought it was love at first sight. Or something of the sort. I just saw him and knew ‘you’re going to be important in my life.’”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“Really?” you asked.

“I think you’ve got to know them really well before you can love them,” he said. “Anyway, let’s choose what we want to get started with.”

He pulled out his laptop and opened it up to reveal a file containing every interaction you had with Jason on your phone. “Do you want to start small or start big?”

“Start big,” you said.

“Let’s start with the nudes, then,” he said. “Here’s my idea, but if you don’t like it, we won’t do it.” You nodded in response. “Okay. I have a program on here that creates a protected fake phone number. Almost like a prepaid that you can’t pinpoint. But there actually is no number that exists. It’ll just show up as unknown. I’ll begin sending him pictures he sent you or tell him his own secrets. Just to mess with his mind a little bit, and after that, we’ll tell him to stay away from girls or we’ll leak it all on the internet.”

“Will you really?”

“No, of course not. I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Okay,” you acquiesced. “But if it gets shady at any moment, we’re stopping the whole thing.”

“Not to be rude, but it’s already shady.”

“Fine. If it get shadier.”

He nodded and began typing rapidly on his computer until he was at the program that allowed for him to send the messages. He went into the file where he had stored everything from your phone and began clicking until he got to the bad stuff: the pictures.

“Hey, Wonwoo, I have a question,” you said softly. He nodded in reply. “Did you by any chance… see any of me?”

Wonwoo began coughing and refused to make eye contact with you. His cheeks were becoming rosy, and he looked at you. “Yeah. But don’t worry about it. I’m not like that, I swear. I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”

It was your turn to be uncomfortable. “You’ve never had a girlfriend? How old are you?”

“I’m almost twenty-two…”

“Why not? You seem completely normal. If a psycho like Jason could get a girlfriend, you easily could.”

“But a psycho like your ex also goes out and talks to people. This… this is my life. I don’t talk to people unless it’s over the computer. How am I supposed to meet someone?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of online dating?”

“God, I’m not that pathetic.”

The computer pinged, and you both turned to look at it. Jason had replied.

who is this

IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME ANYWAY

who tf is this i swear to god i will find you and beat your ass

YOU MIGHT BE SMART BUT I AM SMARTER.

how did you get that picture of my dick

I HAVE MORE

who is giving this to you

NO ONE OF ANY IMPORTANCE. STAY AWAY FROM ________ OR I’LL LEAK THEM

nice try

Wonwoo looked at you expectantly. “What do you want to do?”

“Keep it up. Send in more.”

image: sent

wtf

I HAVE MORE

leave me alone

NOT UNTIL YOU LEAVE _______ ALONE

who are you you’re not her she’s above this

IT ISN’T RELEVANT

ok fine but ur fucking weird

LEAVE ________ ALONE

nah bro. I gotta have fun in mexico with my fam but this conversation isnt over be back in two hours

“Now all we can do is wait,” he said.

“I don’t know why he’s so dumb. If someone was blackmailing me, I’d just stop whatever I was doing.”

“Not to be rude, but apparently you don’t have good taste in intelligent men. Or in men in general.”

“You’re kinda rude, you know that?”

“I’m more socially awkward than rude. It’s usually pretty hard for me to talk to someone like we are now.”

“Aren’t I special?”

“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”

“Aw, you say I have shit taste in men and then tell me I’m special. My heart is melting,” you deadpanned.

“It’s true. This guy doesn’t have common sense, sends shitty dick pics, treats you like shit, and did I mention that he’s also not that much of a looker?”

“You think I don’t know that he’s a terrible, ugly, dumb person?”

“I think you’re way out of his league.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. You felt your face flush but refused to look at him. “Can we talk about anything else? You know basically everything about me; it’s my turn to know everything about you.”

In most cases, Wonwoo would’ve objected completely. This wasn’t comfortable for him, it wasn’t fun, either. But when it came to you, he was okay with it. You were open about yourself with him, so he didn’t see any reason not to be open with you. Besides, he’d practically seen you naked at this point, so he knew you couldn’t judge him.

The conversation flowed easily, the both of you talking about your family, your lives before college, the college experience, your friends, your interests, the things that made you happy, the things that made you cry. With every sentence exchanged, you felt a stronger connection to Wonwoo. This time when you felt that he was going to be important in your life, you knew that it wasn’t your brain being dumb and desperate. It was honest, and it was real.

Before the either of you realized it, the two hours were up and Jason had replied. Again, it was something stupid.

I’m not fucking dumb. I know how to hack too. I swear on my life that i will find out whoever you are. you can’t hide from me

This time Wonwoo looked genuinely concerned. He turned to you and asked, “Do you think he actually is good enough to find me?”

“Why are you asking me!” you exclaimed. “You told me we wouldn’t be caught. I swear to god, Wonwoo, if we get caught, I’m going to beat you up.”

“I know, but he seems smart enough technologically. And if he knows people…”

“The only people he knows that are into IT are the people at this school. And anybody that could help him already knows how insane he is, so I think we’re going to be fine.”

“Okay,” he said as he processed what to do next. “Also, for the record, I don’t think you could beat me up.”

“You’re a literal string bean. I probably weigh way more than you. Just because you’re tall doesn’t mean you can’t get your ass whooped.”

Wonwoo laughed. “I’m starting to really like you,” he blurted. His eyes widened as you looked up at him. “As a friend, of course.”

“Of course.” You took the laptop from hi shands and began typing a message to Jason yourself in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the situation.

I DON’T THINK YOU’LL BE ABLE TO FIND ME, BUT YOU CAN TRY. DON’T FORGET, I HAVE MORE. I CAN AND WILL USE IT AGAINST YOU IF YOU DON’T TURN YOURSELF IN FOR MANIPULATING, ABUSING, AND STALKING _______.

“Is that really going to work?” asked Wonwoo.

“Of course not,” you laughed. “He’s got his head up his ass. But it will let him know that we’re serious, and when people make it repeatedly obvious that something really bothers them, he stops. But it takes a long time. I don’t know how long you’ll have to do it.”

“He’s such a jerk. I can’t believe you dated him.”

“I didn’t just date him. I told the boy I loved him. Even worse, I slept with him!”

“Spare me the details,” laughed Wonwoo. “What do you want to do now?”

“I think that we’ll just have to top for now. But if I were you, I’d send him one embarrassing secret or picture a day. Don’t say anything, just send it so he knows that it’s you. And then we can meet up sometime soon and actually talk and mess with him.”

“Okay,” he said. “That’ll work. I’ll text you whatever I send.”

“Please don’t,” you said. “I never want to see his nudes ever again. Or his face. Or a drunken video of him professing his love to me.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you when I send him something.”

“Much better.”

“Well, I should get going now,” Wonwoo said quietly. “I’ll see you around.”

“Thanks for this,” you said, “and the takeout.”

“My pleasure.”

As Wonwoo left the apartment, you began to wonder what this all meant. He couldn’t like you, could he? He didn’t believe in loving right away, but did that spread to liking? You waited until Krystal got home to discuss it. She was far better versed in this area and would be able to give you good advice. Krystal texted you around six saying that she was finally leaving Kai’s since Taemin would be back from vacation and that she was heading home. You were waiting for her in the living room, and the moment she walked through the door, you began blurting out everything that happened.

“Oh my god, does Jeon Wonwoo have a crush on the ______ ______?” asked Krystal.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” you replied.

“I think he does!” Krystal said. “Actually, I know he does. Keep up the good work, tiger.” She winked at you and walked away.

“Wait!” you called out. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “Wonwoo’s… he’s quiet, shy. You’re going to have to take this slow.”

“Okay,” you said. “I think I am more than capable of doing that.”

The weeks went by of blink-and-you-miss-it flirting over text messages with Wonwoo. The texts were pretty mundane, but you had found yourself loving every time your phone pinged with a notification from Wonwoo. You met up once a week to message Jason together, and each time something would happen. The brush of fingertips, an arm around a shoulder, a shared laugh, thighs touching while you sat. Nothing about what the two of you had was platonic.

After a few days, Wonwoo asked you two to meet up again. This time, it was at his apartment rather than yours. Krystal and Kai were throwing a small party, and Wonwoo didn’t want to be there, so you obliged to meeting with him at his home.

Wonwoo’s apartment was vintage, beige, and filled with things you never would’ve imagined it to be. There were books everywhere, a record player, and a leather sofa that looked straight out of a fifties movie.

“So you know we’re pretty close to cracking him,” Wonwoo said. “I mean, did you see those last messages? He sounded like he was going to have an emotional breakdown.”

“Yeah,” you muttered.

“Did I do something wrong?” asked Wonwoo, noticing the hesitation in your voice and attitude.

“No, no,” you said. “I just wonder if I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I any better than him by blackmailing him?”

Wonwoo was at a loss for words. He looked at you, and then back at the ground. “I honestly don’t know” was his response. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Maybe what we did was wrong, but he also did something wrong.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Wonwoo,” you replied. “I feel like a terrible person. I know I hate Jason, but I also know I’m better than this.”

“Well, we can stop,” he said. “We’ll stop right now.”

Wonwoo pulled out his laptop and opened the program he had been using to communicate with Jason.

I’VE DECIDED TO LET YOU BE. WHAT I AM DOING TO YOU IS JUST AS BAD AS WHAT YOU DID TO ______.

nah its worse fuck u tho

GOODBYE

ya know idk u but u got balls. ______ is lucky to have u ik im psycho when it comes to her but i want her to have the best. I mean the best is me but u seem pretty good too

GOODBYE

You looked up shyly at Wonwoo. “So he thinks you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“I mean, I’ve been at it for weeks. Almost two months, even,” he said.

“Wonwoo,” you said, getting up. “I think I should go.”

“Why?”

“Well, we did what we meant to do. Blackmail Jason, and now it’s over, so I should go.”

Wonwoo stood up with you. “Okay.” He walked you to the door and watched you put on your shoes before he did the unthinkable. He grabbed you by the arm, pulled you up to him, and placed his mouth on yours. It’s sweet, but it’s short lived because Wonwoo immediately pulled away to look at you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Instead, you just laugh, and you pull him down to you. Suddenly, your arms are around his neck and his hands are in your hair and you are feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And then you’re laughing, and he’s laughing, and you pull away to catch your breath.

“Wow,” he said. “That’s…”

“That’s what?”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, pulling him in for a hug. He buried his face in your hair and then lifted your chin up for one more kiss.

“Are you sure you want to go?” he asked.

“I’m sure I want to stay.”

#wonwoo #seventeen #imagines #fic #fanfic #scenario #au #hacker #kpop #svt #jeon wonwoo

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jinships-ideas · 7 years

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BTS Run 36 - The Jin Harem

This is late by a few days but I finally sat my ass down to write it :D

Let’s begin~

We start it off with JINMIN!

It’s weird to see them without any distinct height difference...

STOP SLOUCHING JIN!

These 2 sure are sticking close to each other

DAMN, why do they both look so tiny?

Jin? TINY?

A concept I like

Jinnie light tapping Chim while he was explaining to Hobi

Was the tap really necessary?

WAS IT?

Yes, Yes it was.

Look at how SMUG Tae looks

Jin was saying how he remembers Tae’s amazing Decorating/Plating skills

Proud Bub Tae is Proud

Really? They HAD to stick so close?

Well, I’m not complaining

Namjin leaning back to let Yoonmin take the paper

Their matching look as the two Smols stretch out for the teams

:’)

Tols looking smug at the smols

Firstly, Joon yawns

LET THEM REST PLEASE

WELL WELL WELL

WHAT DO WWE HAVE HERE?

Why it’s a yawning Jin!

I’m no expert in psychology but I have read that yawns are contagious

BUT only when the influenced saw it.

So... Jin’s been looking at Joon huh?

Namjin’s hands

👀

Subtle but DAMN powerful

WE SEE EVERYTHING

ESPECIALLY LITTLE TOUCHES

NAMJIN YOU GUYS AIN’T SLICK

Wait...

Before:

After:

Joon just teleported beside Jin???

Wasn’t he between Yoongi and Tae?

( ͡° ͜�� ͡°)

Sneaky Sneaky

Chim feeding Jinnie Ft. Envious looking Hobi

I’d do ANYTHING to be able to feed Jin

ANYTHING

Tae rubbing Jin’s arms and shoulders

DAMN TAE! REALLY? In front of all that kimchi?

(1 on of you said you liked the salad meme so... SHOUTOUT TO THAT 1 PERSON. To the rest of you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

(One day i’ll insert a meme that’ll make all of you laugh.)

(But it is NOT TODAY)

Look how happy Taebub is!

ANYONE would be that happy with their hands on Worldwide Handsome-nim!

2SEOK 5!

Joonie: 내가 웃는게 웃는게 아니야 (It’s lyrics from a Lessang song called ‘I’m not laughing’)

He even did that ‘head tilt’ thing to show his doubt/hesitance

The domesticity is so overwhelming

LOVE IT

You guys...

There’s PLENTY of space around...

There is 0 need for y’all to stick together like glue...

Kind Chef-nim teaches the opponent team the proper technique but...

JK: Not watching/listening at all Hobi: Too busy joking around like the happy bub he is Chim: Too busy laughing at the happy bub’s joke

Pretty sure I’ve mentioned this already but

I LOVE NAMJIN

Hobi and his Glib tongue~

Guys. THE KITCHEN IS HUGE

THERE IS NO NEED TO BE SO CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER...

Also, Jin teaching Tae ‘basics’ to cooking

Tae: *caught in a wtf*

Joonie at the side is VERY impressed with Jin’s tips on cooking though

Someone wants Chef-nim’s attention too huh?

I guess even monkeys fall from trees...

(It’s a Chinese saying...I THINK Yes, I know Mandarin)

Meaning: Even the best makes some mistakes

But... why does this look so familiar...

Flashback to Bon Voyage Season 2 Episode 4...

JOONIE DID THe SAMe THING

Except Joon isn’t a monkey falling out of a tree

He’s more like a fish

Way out if his depth back then

Pouty Chef-nim~

It’s ok! I’m sure sesame seeds won't affect the taste too much! Besides, you can always just take them out!

Dumb and Dumber

Arguing about something insignificant

That’s what couples tend to do right?

Also, JIN! Why would you asked Joonie about a sense of length when he gave you ‘3cm’ spring onions that were practically uncut and at least 25cm long???

Namjin are definitely connected to onions

Every time there’s an onion, Namjin will most likely occur

ONIONS ARE A NAMJIN THING

The way Jin just wordlessly takes it from Joon to demonstrate how to cut it

:’)

DOMESTIC AF

FOND!!!

Jin literally had 0 reaction when Yoongi and Hobi were fussing about the ‘taste of Japan’

BUT when Joonie joined in, Jin’s fond smile just

:’)

HE TURNED TO JOONIE!

YOU CAN’T SAY HE AIN’T FOND OF THE BUB!

Hobi fooling around once again

Poking Jin when Chim asked for ‘Jin soy sauce’

Pokes are cute :)))

Pouting and heartbroken Jinnie at Chim’s ‘I don’t need him’

CHIM U LIAR

YOU KNOW YOU WANT HIM

WE ALL DO (Know and want him)

Jin sees Joonie chopping up the onions

Jin is processing what he is seeing

Jin finished processing the scene

Jin lets out a shout at Joonie

Joonie thinks as he looks at Jin ‘What have I done?’

Jin is so done

Jin nagging at how Joonie didn’t follow his instructions

HAHAHAH

I LOVE IT when he just talks so fast and rant XD

Joonie tries winning back the favour of Chef-nim by being funny and cute with the other half of the onion he has left

IT WORKED!

Jin busy prepping his glass noodles but doesn’t forget to chip in how ‘Taehyung LOVES Tonkatsu’

Jin really thinks of Tae huh?

First the plating compliment and now he brings up how they are making food that is loved by Tae

Tae IS SO LOVED

This is the ‘pro at plating’ (by plating I mean plate selection... NOT actual plating of food)

In the background, You can see Namjin talking~

Joonie pops up SO QUICKLY at the request of Jin!

WHEN WILL I GET THIS DRAMA?

I NEED IT

NAMJIN ARE PERFECT ROM COM

Joonie ONCE AGAIN arrives immediately at the calling of Jin!

Ok. I’m not a great cook. I may not know much about proper cooking techniques and all

But like WHY TF would you just use your hands to drain something that was just boiled?

IQ148 my ass

Joonie turns into a fool in front of Jin

He already dipped his fingers in once and knew its hot

BUT because Jin reassured him that it isn’t he just put his hand in again...

BOY YOU A FOOL FOR LOVE

Joonie: The things I do for love...

I think Jin cursed???

His audio was cut off after he said ‘hot’...

And Joon laughed...

Foul Mouthed Jin is cute

This post is just turning into a Namjon Galore...

Joonie in disbelief at how Jin IGNORED his advise for their dish

I mean... can you blame Jin?

I need a better angle for this moment...

Preferably a front angle...

It’s for research purposes...

Chim responding to Jin’s comment from across the kitchen, in the midst of his busy cooking

This is Kim Namjoon MOCKING Tae for asking if he could cook rice in the baking oven

This is Kim Namjoon CHANGING TUNE after Jin said Tae could

Namjoon... You whipped man

Joonie having a bite at Jin’s ‘failed’ work

I WANT A NAMJIN ROM COM GDI!!!

Did Jin just ‘Fall for Namjoon’?

DID HE?

As if he hasn’t already

AWWW

Precious bub showing off his Heart sausage to chef-nim!

HOW IS HE SO ADORABLE???

It worked on Jin!

Look how brightly he is smiling at Hobi’s antics!

Meanwhile Joonie...

Joonie: HOW DARE YOU IN FRONT OF ALL OUR KIMCHI DISHES

I LOVE THEM

T^T

Nyam Nyam (read this in Yoongi’s tone back in the chuseok run ep)

Jin accurately guesses what Joon did to ‘stir fry’ the noodles

They are too much for my heart

Look at these 2 cuties huddled over a bowl of piping hot noodles and mixing it

It’s painful but they still have smiles on their faces

Why?

Because they have each other

How much do you need for a ‘taste’?

Like that’s a huge ass mouthful...

Character development is having Joonie point the scissors in your direction and cutting something from your hands when in the previous episode you did NOT want him with scissors anywhere near you

I DON’T GET IT

HOW DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP NAMJIN???

Stay close you two

STAY REAAAAAL CLOSE

I laughed too hard at this

NGL it looks kinda good

MATCHING Taejin, Yoonjin, and Namjin

Team ‘we have the 2 worst cooks but we made it work’

SO much space but They just want to be right next to each other~

This time it’s Yoonjin sticking together huh?

Jinnie laughing at Tae’s cute mistake at speaking~

Tae: At the end of the day, I got you to look my way so who’s the real winner?

Namjin eye contact while Jin is leaning into Yoongi

Bless this frame for giving us BOTH namjin and Yoonjin

Ok so let’s break this down

Jin is standing between Tae and Joon

So it makes sense for their hands to be around him

Tae Goes for the Worldwide shoulders

Joonie goes for the waist and back

But...there’s ANOTHER hand

It’s none other than Yoongi who is standing ACROSS from Jin...

Logically speaking, Yoongi’s hand should be around Joon and Tae...

But it’s around Jin’s WAIST instead...

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tae has his hands on those Worldwide shoulders AGAIN

FINALLY some jinkook-ish moments!

Both of them huddling over food

THEY LOOK SO ALIKE

WTF

Jinkook: In food we unite

Literally everyone has stopped munching but jinkook...

They LOVE their food

Ahhh now Chim is sticking close to Jin

HE IS SO FOND OF CHIM

THE DOTING LOOK HE HAS FOR CHIM

I LOVE THEM

Their hands...

awfully close ain’t it?

In my honest opinon, this episode seemed a bit dry compared to the other episodes... The idea seemed re-used but I guess we were jsut too overfed recently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There weren’t as much jin harem moments (except for namjin though, bless namjin) BUT we still got a decent amount so I’m glad ^^

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

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ribbonbonny · 7 years

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#I also have hcs for some of the other ppl #in p4g put this post was long already #ask abt it I ya want?? lmao I doubt anyone will #but hey that's okay~ I'm not even sure if all the shit I wrote made sense #I might make some draws for this sometime #things don't show up i the tags after five tags right #I hope so #otherwise sorry p4 tag for cluttering you #persona 4 #corpses dont speak

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awhaaaale-blog · 7 years

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Furuta Nimura x Reader: Trouble

Requested by @anonymous

Can you do a scenario where Furuta, Uta, and Tsukiyama break free from CCG after being turned in by their human S.O and confront them…only to find out their S.O. is pregnant with their kid, so CCG used that to force the S.O. to turn them in? Thank you and your writing is awesome

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Furuta:

Furuta smiled sweetly through the transparent screen. The screen that kept him from laying a single finger on his former coworkers and most importantly, you. ___, the love of his life… the one who exposed him for being a ghoul and thus earning him this prison cell. Furuta felt his heart throb unpleasantly. Why did you do this? He desperately searched for a reason. Furuta, strategic mastermind of the CCG, just couldn’t fathom why. So Furuta resorted to pacing. For hours he paced back and forth, his thoughts raging and when mania came at him like the waves of an apocalyptic tsunami, he obliged. He could only laugh and screech in his self-pitying pain and bang relentlessly on the walls that seemed to taunt him. Betrayed by a human, a human girl of all people?

He halted. The sound of steady clicking and taps of footsteps was coming. Lots of footsteps and voices, many voices. Some he recognized like Special Class investigator Koutaro Amon and Ui Koori, the new head of the CCG. He scoffed bitterly to himself at the name. He absolutely hated being replaced by such a brainless dipstick like Ui Koori. Before his thoughts could trail on longer, the cell began to fill with gas and his world began to tilt. The last thing he saw before everything went blank was Koori’s disgusting face, his eyes shining with unmistakable satisfaction.

Furuta woke to glaring lights and squinted his eyes. He tried to sit up until he noticed his body was tied down to an operating seat. Plush leather padding gritted against his body as he tried to writhe out. His body wouldn’t budge even with all of his ghoul strength. It was demeaning, them treating him as if he were a dog.

“U-untie me, Koori. You’ll regret doing this to me, I swear it. You’ll regret whatever you have planned. I’ll wipe that ditzy look right off your face you smug son of a bitch, just wait until I get my hands on you -”

Furuta’s threats were cut off when a needle drained a thick liquid into his veins. The effect was immediate and strong. He screamed in agony, the substance felt like liquid fire, writhing hopelessly in his restraints.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!”

Koori chortled. “Amazing. You’re body reacts faster than every ghoul I’ve injected with this version of RC suppressant. You know, it still sounds weird to say that, you being a ghoul and all. It was quite a shock to know the man everyone revered was secretly a monster. And to think that your own girlfriend was the one to rat you out? How tragic.”

Koori took Furuta by the jaw, turning his face to up to his as he drew out these last few words. It took all of his strength, but Furuta gave Koori a pleasant smile. Koori’s lips formed a thick frown. Furuta took this opportunity to hack a nice wad of spit right onto Koori’s new designer suit.

“Eat shit,” Furuta spat at the investigator contentedly.

“You little-” Koori’s fist connected with Furuta’s nose and blood splattered out. The former leader groaned as the blood began pooling on the tile ground. His vision blurred with pain. Koori didn’t calm down and for hours he and the two other investigators cut, beat, and broke Furuta until he was nothing but a bloody mess. They spat at him and jeered at him, threatening to break him like this every day. After all, it’s what a monster like him deserves.

Furuta lost track of the time at some point, but no longer cared. Eventually, he slipped into hysteria from blood loss, screeching absurdities at Koori. Furuta knew how to say all the right things to piss him off. Koori was at his limit. Furuta should be contorting with pain at his heels, but no he had to be a mouthy bastard.

“Are you getting bored of this so quickly? You want more fun already, huh? Don’t worry your pretty little head because I got plenty of time now that I’m the CCG leader~” The investigator sneered at him and his tone sent hot anger and apprehension shivering down Furuta’s sweaty back. Despite it, Furuta kept up the charade.

Furuta’s holding cell was compact and modest, it had no windows, only the heavy door that donned an array of complex locks offered any real personality to the room. Pearly white cabinets were pushed against the old walls, full of medicines, bandages, but also the tools for more brutal entertainment. Only the mechanical hum of an air conditioner could be heard in the room aside from hoarse and labored breathing. But there was another sound, faint yet it reached their ears; people were shouting with panic in their voices. Neither men could help but wonder what the hell was going on out there.

Abruptly, Furuta’s attention was snapped back to investigator bowl cut when the small man forcefully jerked his foot into a satisfying position. In one hand he held a pair of pliers. Koori imitated Furuta’s ‘refreshing smile’ with unnerving authenticity. “Sit tight while I give you nails a nice trim.”

But as Koori settled the pliers around the ghoul’s toenail, a blast blew of the metal door to the room. It exploded, flying full speed into the wall on the opposite end. The wall caved in where it was impacted, chunks of drywall and concrete raining to the ground. The sound made all four people’s ears pop and ring. Furuta teetered on the edge of consciousness as the two masked men’s feet gave out on them. Their mouths hung open in a gape when a hunk of concrete pelted Koori cleanly on the head. At the moment of impact, Koori dropped to knees, then finally to his face. Smoke drifted from the entrance, obscuring any chance of identifying what or who caused the blast.

And that’s when he heard your voice. Furuta couldn’t help but feel a knot of anger writhe in his chest. You did this to me, you turned me in, ratted me out, told the whole damn CCG, hell the whole world and now I lost my job and my life. Everything is over for me the game is over and what point is there left to my life if the only person I care about betrayed me so openly?

But all of these thoughts melted away like spring snow when he saw you run towards him crying his name over and over. There was no trace of malevolence in your face, only love, regret, and shame. Furuta called out your name. You rushed to him and hurriedly untied his restraints, kissing him all over in the process.

Furuta tentatively hugged you back as he staggered up, but when he looked over his shoulder it made his heart drop. Koori stood there, blood trailing from his forehead, a gun fixed on your head. You still stood sobbing and had no idea that your life was less than seconds from ending. Furuta reacted fast, his blood pumping with adrenaline, but it was not nearly fast enough. The suppressants sapped his strength away.

Koori’s pistol cocked.

The trigger was being pulled.

Furuta was using the last of his power to try and push you away. It was to no avail, since the bullet was leaving the chamber and flying directly towards your skull. By this point, you saw it in his eyes that something was going wrong and you were turning your head in alarmed confusion.

But then it stopped.

The gun already went off yet you stood there, safe and sound. But then he saw the massive kagune hanging over the two of you in a protective umbrella. It was a churning mess of perse tentacles and they continued to hang there, completely blocking off half the room. That’s when Furuta’s gaze found the owner of said kagune and his already wide eyes widened even more.

“One-eyed King,” Furuta addressed the boy with the white hair, trying to sound dignified, but the result was indecorous and weak. “what on earth brings you to a place like this?”

Kaneki looks at him thinly. “Furuta,” he greets.

Kaneki retracts his kagune thus revealing the limp, dead bodies of Koori and his men, probably from being crushed under Kaneki’s insane kagune. Humans truly are weak, Furuta thinks with amusement.

“You know I have to ask Kaneki-kun, what are you doing here?” Furuta smiles and raises his arms, motioning to the room around them.

Kaneki only walks closer and to put a hand on Furuta’s shoulder. He was giving him the look of a parent who as to deal with a troublesome child. “I have business with you,” the boy then looks at you with sympathy. “involving her.”

The dam in Furuta’s head broke and he was flooded with questions. What is he implying? Was the reason ___ turned me in because she decided to hook up with the centipede boy here? Is that what he’s about to tell me? Furuta swivels his head to you, then back to Kaneki. “What exactly are you trying to tell me, hm?”

“That this is all a big misunderstanding now hear me out,” Kaneki’s hand leaves his shoulder and he instead favors them in a gesture which seemed to mean 'please calm tf down.’

“What do you mean 'hear me out?’” Furuta hissed at him in exasperation. He locked his gaze on you and you drew back a little. “I’m the one who’s been hurt by you, I have every right to be pissed. Everything was going so well between us. And now you want to explain?”

Tears began to form in the your eyes and you looked away from Furuta in utter shame. You sobbed, “You’re right Furuta. You’re right. You have every reason to hate me,” now your tears were waterfalls, your nose dripping and you quaked with sadness. “Just look at what I did to you! You’re covered with horrible wounds and you can barely stand for God’s sake!”

Kaneki went to comfort you and he wrapped a reassuring arm around your body, but Furuta only stood rigid with crossed arms. Kaneki glared at him, obvious anger swimmed in his eyes. Seeing this man act so cold to you when you tried so hard to protect him.

“FUURUUTAAAA…” The boy was absolutely choleric and sprung at Furuta. He snatched Furuta by his tattered excuse of a shirt, pulling him right up to his face. The older man squealed in surprise, he could practically feel the boy’s hot breaths on his cheek. “IT WASN’T HER FAULT, DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ALREADY? THE DOVES WERE GOING TO KILL THE BABY IF ___ DIDN’T DO IT!” Kaneki shook him violently, but Furuta couldn’t feel it, he was stunned.“ SHE HAD NO CHOICE AND CAME TO ME WITH TEARS IN HER EYES BEGGING ME TO SAVE YOU, WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT?!”

You screamed for Kaneki to let go because he gets it, he gets it already. In truth, no, Furuta didn’t get it and he fell limply to the ground. Everything felt wobbly and fake. What did he mean by that..? This whole time she didn’t purposefully betray him? And what was this about a baby again?

“B-baby..?” Furuta stuttered. “You.. and me… a child..?!”

“Yes, Furuta. I’m pregnant with your child,” You kneeled by his side and were happy to see he was finally coming to his senses. You put his hand on your so that he could feel the life growing there. Furuta fell forward into your arms and buried his bruised, bleeding face in your shoulders to cry softly. You rubbed his back lovingly in slow circles. For a few moments Kaneki allowed himself to smile at the scene, but then frowned crossed his face.

“Furuta, I’m sure you know that you can’t go back to the CCG now. There is no place for you there,” Kaneki stated.

Furuta only looked at him with sad knowing and you merely nodded morosely. There was a prolonged silence as this sunk in. Then Kaneki continued,

“That is why I want to ask you Kichimura Washuu, former CCG chairman, and you ___ ___ to come with me.”

#tokyo ghoul #furuta nimura #washuu furuta souta #kichimura washuu #tg #scenarios #anonymous #kaneki ken #all

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incendir · 8 years

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i’ll always find my way (back to you)

1:57 joonyoung: where tf r u 1:57 joonyoung: kim sunggyu 1:57 joonyoung: srsly man where the hell r u we wont be mad if u ditched us just reply pls 1:57 joonyoung: yong junhyung is about to call the fucking police where the fucking hell r u 1:58 joonyoung: if ur not dead when we find u ur gonna be 1:58 joonyoung: kim fucking sunggyu 1:58 joonyoung: im gonna smoke all over ur ethics notes 1:58 joonyoung: r u fucking dead 2:00 joonyoung: fucking reply u fucking asshole u had two fucking shots how wasted r u 2:01 joonyoung: r u actually dead 2:01 joonyoung: if ur not dead can u pls reply

for the record, sunggyu knows he’s drunk.

however, this self-awareness, he’s fairly sure, means that he can’t be as drunk as he thinks he is because he’s still sober enough to know how drunk he is which isn’t very drunk just slightly drunk. he also still has more than enough motor skills to have gotten to the curb in front of the club joonyoung had dragged him and junhyung into and then dragged him and junhyung out of, thrown his hand out, and hailed a taxi. surely, this means sunggyu is comfortably drunk at best.

he even - he fucking even - remembers woohyun’s address and is able to clearly and perfectly recite it by memory out for the cab driver upon request.

there’s a strange vibration under his butt and he wonders if this is one of those special expensive cabs that he accidentally got into - one with massage pads built into the seats. he frowns, looking around in the darkness for the remote, before he slaps his hand down around the seat itself and realizes that the vibration is coming from his jeans and not the cab. he blinks, pulling out his phone and frowning deeper when he realizes this is the culprit for why he can’t enjoy the ride to woohyun’s house in peace.

sunggyu shuts off the sound and the vibrations, and then slips his phone back into his pocket, patting it in contentedly. now there’s silence and stillness, and he can enjoy the passing lights of seoul through the window without interruptions.

when the roads begin to look familiar, sunggyu’s stomach grumbles and he remembers that he hadn’t eaten dinner because joonyoung had said that dinner would slow down the alcohol. he remembers eating probably a total of five mints from somewhere near the bar, and other than that, he hasn’t eaten since after his last class today.

that’s all okay, though, because woohyun can cook, and there is also a kitchen in woohyun’s house where woohyun can cook and there is food in woohyun’s refrigerator that woohyun can cook with using his kitchen. sunggyu starts humming the last song that had blasted into his ears at the club under his breath at the thought of woohyun’s fried rice, covered in grease, salt and eggs.

the cab stops right in front of the small gate that encloses off the corner woohyun’s house is in, and sunggyu rolls himself out onto the steps after meticulously counting the right amount of cash off for the driver - another sure sign, he thinks proudly, that he isn’t as drunk as joonyoung said he was.

sunggyu presses the button on the gate and hoists himself up to stick his face into the intercom camera. “woohyun,” he drags out the last syllable as long as his breath will let him. “nam woohyun - open up - i need fried rice - “

in the distance, he sees the front door open slowly, and a head sticks out before the rest of woohyun’s body follows it. there’s just enough light from the nearby streetlamps to show woohyun’s expression, eyes squinting in sunggyu’s direction for a moment before he’s suddenly running towards the gate and fumbling to open it.

woohyun’s hair doesn’t look like he was sleeping, but his clothes clearly announce that he’s quite close to doing so - a t-shirt and sweatpants, and flip-flops on his feet that don’t look like they’re his. sunggyu stares at them, at the pink and purple flowering pattern on the bands of the sandals and the way the soles only go to half of woohyun’s feet - maybe they’re his mother’s.

“hyung,” woohyun catches sunggyu by the forearm and wraps it around his neck as pulls sunggyu inside. sunggyu feels a pressure lifting from the back of his jeans, followed by a soft thump. probably the gate snapping as woohyun closes it again. “what are you doing here?”

“fried rice,” sunggyu says because that should be obvious.

he feels woohyun’s breath puff against his cheek, warm and stuttered like he’s laughing at sunggyu, but there’s no sign of laughter in his voice when he speaks again - only amusement, “okay. i thought you were going out with your friends tonight, though.”

woohyun opens the front door and steadies sunggyu inside, letting him lean his cheek against the cool, white wall of the entryway as woohyun closes and locks the door up again. “did,” sunggyu says. “‘m a little drunk now, so. probably. should eat.”

“probably,” woohyun says, taking sunggyu’s arm again, but this time he wraps his own arm around sunggyu’s waist as well. sunggyu leans into woohyun’s side, head resting slightly on woohyun’s shoulder as the third year guides sunggyu into the kitchen and pulls him down gently to sit at the table. “do your friends know you’re here?”

sunggyu thinks.

he frowns.

he didn’t tell joonyoung or junhyung that he came to woohyun’s house, but really, they’ll most likely figure it out. both of them, after all, are in the same university as sunggyu - the top rated university in the country - so if they can’t even deduce this, then honestly sunggyu doesn’t think they should have been accepted.

“yeah,” sunggyu says, eventually.

the expression in woohyun’s eyes is odd right then - something between further amusement and faint, uncertain concern, but it turns into something warm and bright instead, something that makes sunggyu’s stomach flutter. sunggyu is fairly sure, though, that that’s just anticipation for fried rice now that he’s seated and staring right at the stove.

“so,” woohyun steps away from sunggyu and towards the refrigerator. “fried rice?”

“two eggs, please,” sunggyu says, folding his arms on the table and pillowing his head on them. “if you love me, two eggs.”

woohyun’s shoulders shake slightly as he takes out a large tupperware filled with rice from the refrigerator along with an already-opened can of ham, an unopened can of tuna, and a tub of kimchi. when he pulls out the eggs, he turns around to face sunggyu with mock solemnity, showing him the two in his palm and sunggyu gives him a sleepy thumbs up.

once everything has been cut and thrown into the pan, the sizzling making sunggyu’s stomach actually rumble out loud, woohyun is laying out a spoon, paper towel and a glass of water on the table. sunggyu watches woohyun move around the kitchen. most likely, he’d showered an hour or two before sunggyu had arrived. woohyun’s hair looks fresh and soft around his face, and sunggyu knows what it’d feel like sliding through his fingers. he hasn’t seen woohyun since school started for both of them, after all.

“woohyun,” sunggyu says, when the alpha is peering into the pan, lowering the heat. woohyun glances at the sound of his name, crossing over to stand in front of him. sunggyu points to the seat across from him at the table, and woohyun sits down, mild confusion on his face. sunggyu then gets up onto his knees on the chair and reaches over the table, carding the tips of his fingers lightly through woohyun’s hair and it’s exactly as soft and silky as he remembers.

woohyun’s face breaks into a smile so large that sunggyu almost wants to tell him to shut up but sunggyu thinks it’s a quite nice smile, and woohyun’s hair is in exceptional condition today, and woohyun is giving sunggyu two eggs because he loves him, so sunggyu supposes that he’ll let it slide just for tonight.

a loud pop comes from the stove, and woohyun catches sunggyu’s fingers from his hair with his own hand, threading their fingers together for a short moment before he stands up and moves to turn off the gas and flip the rice around a few times. “we’re good, it didn’t burn,” woohyun says, looking at sunggyu with laughter in his eyes.

“if it burned,” sunggyu says, grabbing the spoon woohyun had placed in front of him, “i’d kill you.”

woohyun does laugh aloud at that, quietly with his eyes forming crescents. he starts rummaging in the cabinets for a bowl, and sunggyu holds his spoon with both hands, placing the head near his mouth. he takes a deep breath and begins singing nell’s latest song - just released two days ago but sunggyu would be damned if he didn’t already know the entire thing, the entire album actually, by heart, and -

sunggyu falls silent the second woohyun’s fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling the spoon down gently away from sunggyu’s mouth and leaning in close. woohyun’s face is so, so, so, so near sunggyu’s and he can count woohyun’s eyelashes at this proximity - he can see the way some of the strands of hair of woohyun’s bangs curl slightly towards his forehead. “hyung,” woohyun murmurs with an apologetic, sheepish smile, his breath fanning over sunggyu’s lips. “my parents are asleep, so maybe sing tomorrow?”

sunggyu’s brain comes to a mildly embarrassing halt right then for whatever reason, so he can only nod dumbly as woohyun places the bowl piled high with fried rice in front of sunggyu. he notices woohyun is putting the other half of the pan’s contents into a container, and he has half a mind to ask why woohyun isn’t also eating, but the food in front of him smells too good, and then sunggyu is too preoccupied shoveling everything into his mouth to go through with the question.

he finishes the food probably faster than is good for his digestive system, pushing the bowl out for woohyun to take and place in the sink. woohyun points at the water, and sunggyu frowns for a moment, but he concedes and downs the entire glass with effort because he isn’t too drunk - like he’s stated before - so he still has the awareness of mind to know that it’ll be a hard morning if he doesn’t hydrate properly.

sunggyu hears the sink run shortly, the clang of the pan being placed in there along with the spatula, spoon, and glass, and then the sound of the water stops. “ready for bed?” woohyun asks, taking sunggyu’s hands and pulling him to his feet. the kitchen spins slightly, but it rights itself fairly well once sunggyu squints and lets woohyun wrap his arm around his waist again.

“are we going to fuck?” sunggyu says, once woohyun has turned off all the lights and the alpha is half-dragging him up the stairs through the darkness. sunggyu nearly misses more than one step, but woohyun pulls him onto the right one before sunggyu has a chance to trip on any of them.

woohyun hums, that low, musical chuckle at the back of his throat again - the sound that never fails to induce all of sunggyu’s homicidal tendencies. just like now - right now - sunggyu just wants woohyun to fall backwards and roll down the stairs but that would be fairly tricky to maneuver without sunggyu also falling backwards on the stairs, and also, sunggyu sort of depends on woohyun to keep him upright because it’s getting harder and harder to stand by the second. “do you want to fuck?” woohyun laughs softly.

sunggyu thinks about that. “do you want to fuck?” he ends up echoing, because really, he thinks he’s down for anything right now as long as woohyun does all the work. he’s sleepy - extremely sleepy, his eyes are just moments away from closing - but he also hasn’t seen woohyun in weeks, which is actually pretty pathetic because sunggyu is a university student at the country’s top-rated school, not a pining, middle school girl.

they get to the second floor, and woohyun steers sunggyu into his room, closing the door with his foot, before letting sunggyu collapse himself, side-down, onto woohyun’s bed - far more familiar than the bed sunggyu has been sleeping on in his new apartment for the past month or so now. “i do,” woohyun says simply, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and fixing his gaze down to meet sunggyu’s. “but - i also think you’re about two seconds from passing out on me, and - “ he smiles faintly “ - you smell like soju and kimchi, right now, hyung.”

“wrong,” sunggyu mutters, “i also smell like joonyoung’s cigarettes.”

woohyun grins, letting sunggyu lace his fingers with woohyun’s. “true,” the alpha says. “you want something cleaner to sleep in then?”

sunggyu rolls onto his back and sighs. “please.” he lets go of woohyun’s hand so the third year can rummage around in his closet. a soft, large cotton shirt lands on sunggyu’s face along with a pair of dark boxer shorts.

the omega shucks everything off - again, mobile skills still clearly working without a hitch - and pulls on the t-shirt and boxers. his hair probably still smells like smoke and alcohol, and his mouth definitely still tastes like fried rice and soju, but at least when he curls into himself to sleep, he’ll smell woohyun in every direction.

“when do you want me to set the alarm?” woohyun asks, as sunggyu slips himself under the covers. the moment his head hits the pillow, his eyelids are so heavy, and his mind is suddenly so foggy that he just waves his hand absently at woohyun. sunggyu has nowhere to be tomorrow anyway - it’s saturday, and the cab ride back to campus isn’t that far.

he falls asleep so quickly, he doesn’t even remember when woohyun slid into bed beside him.

3:15 myungsoo: hyung is sunggyu-hyung with u 3:15 myungsoo: his friends texted me bc he’s not replying and they r flipping out 3:18 woohyun: lmao yeah he came here smashed like an hour ago 3:19 woohyun: fed him kissed him gn tucked him in he’s all good 3:21 myungsoo: i didn’t need to kno half of that but thnx i’ll tell them he’s alive 3:22 woohyun: why r u even awake rn 3:30 woohyun: :) tell sungyeolie i said hi

#oglwl #woogyu #fic

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longchunkytooth · 8 years

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i had this rly intense dream that was weird af but i fucking loved where i was going to christmas dinner at this really fancy hotel and the dinner thing itself was like propped up on this platform surrounded by infinity fountains and black reflective tiles and i didnt want to go at all bc my face was blue or something and my mom dragged me outta the house before i could finish my makeup so once i got thhere i went to the bathroom to wash my face and do my makeup and stuff and i was feeling rly snarky and omw there i saw people i knew and i was like tf why am i doing this and then once i was @ the bathroom i saw someone i knew and I was like yo man and they were being rly friendly and then it turned out they were transitioning or smth but they were rly depressed and only wore rectangle glasses and they looked like ross from friends but they seemed v happy with it and thn i was at the counter doing my eyeliner and the whole bathroom was cramped with the same black tiles as outside so i was sitting on the counter to do a better line and this person i met at model un was beside me doing their eyeline and it looked fkin good and thm my ross friend had a friend who was rly snarky and really fucking cute who was just sitting n the washroom i guess (i guess my dream was reflecting how i think wahsrooms should be genderless bc u just go thre to fkin poo !!!!) and we were having very snarky convesations that i dont remember but i was flirting like hardxcore and we followed each other on spotify it was so fucking dumb but like i was into it anyways and then i guess my dream skipped the actual dinner part ???? and the whole thing just moved locations to this countryish house on the edge of the woods that was shaped like a triangleish on the base and had pumpkin/potato/garden patches on either side of the triangle and it was very victorian style and the owner of the house was the cute boys dad ig but i didnt know them and id never been to this house bfore ?? the house also had this low brick wall going all around it with little wire gates and on the one side of one of the walls that wasnt the entrance and wasnt a garden patch was a mini orchard and there were chairs set up where everyone at the dinner would sit in the mornings and stuff LAST DETAIL the hallways inside the house were very victorian had tall rounded open doorways the living room/study was on the right and the kitchen was on the left and the stairs in the middle (i never went upstairs tho) but they both had french door types leading out into the garden and it was actually rly pretty and woulda been so dreamy and nice if the whole place wasnt so creepy and fucked up !!! so we got there at sunset i think and everything was chill and i was still into that guy and there was this kid who was maybe 7-10 who was very small and nice that had kind of a blond bowl cut who just showed up which was a nice part of the whole thing and these next parts went by pretty fast so i dont remember much but basically after dark idfk where all the adults went but all the lights turned off in the house and the guy and his dad turned into these rly evil vengeful spirits ig ???? like think the blue things from that beatles movie except like cream/brown colour instead of blue and square bodies that were really maleable, thats what i can remember. so they had these graves that came outta the veggie patches at night and i was like to the cute guy yo wheres ur dad and then i fll into the grave and his dad popped ut all smoky and rectangly around me (his body looked like it had the consistency of very soft sculy around the sides and then the middle was translucent) and me and the kid had to fucking fight them and it was crazy and we went lke all over the house and it took photos with the b and w film on my camera and i kept thinking in the dream how creepy it would be if they were still ther when i woke up (tbh i hope so i almost fnished the roll and as creepy as it would be it would be so cool i havent checked yet) but we ended up fighting their asses all night and only escaping in the morning when i think they made me wake everyone up by being a rooster on the brick wall ( cant remember) BUT me and the lil boi escped by making a zipline/rope thing either coming outta the trees or on the power line or off the roof of the house on of those and we went so fast they couldnt get us and it did like a super fast time lapse thing and we spent the rest of our lives up until our mid twenties ghost hunting or living like theives in treehouses and his face kept changing but i think the lil dude grew up to look like that guy from scooby doo that velma liked but with like softer features ?? i dont remeber anyways we lived in this rope house in this big tree and 1 day we were like we can take em i guess so we went back to that house and it was all in ruins but the graves were still ish there and we saw the guy and his dad but he was like older and the guy hadnt like .. aged well lol he had longish hair and shit but it was like not a good look for him and we ziplined in an fought em again and i dont rly remember the details but we had to shoo away a gang of kids that used the lot to smoke or smth and we ended up fighting the ghosts or whatever they were so hard that they became rly small and we squeezed and locked them inside of a brass or metal kettle that they couldnt get out of and THATS IT my phone was dead so i just ahd to write this out somewhere bc i thought the dream was cool !!!

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yungxyari · 8 years

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3am thoughts....

I wanna write how I feel because its eating me up inside and when I try to express myself I get stuck First is first I messed up I wasn’t in the wrong from the beginning my birthday was great and for once I was absolutely happy not a care in the world first time in a long time. With happiness came a funny feeling for me those are never ever good when I say never I mean never bowling didn’t sound so right not after he expressed how tired he was something was off. Tuesday night is a night I’m done reliving I kinda just wished it never happened but since it did my next step is literally acting like it didn’t. Just to let it go After that night I shouldve blocked him but I didn’t I fucking didn’t block him I wanted to talk I wanted to work shit out when you love someone unconditionally shit like this tends to happen.. you just kinda sorta feel sick to your stomach giving up And this is the part where everyone gives in their opinion Why care about him if he doesn’t care about you his actions should show how he feels They probably are right but when you get to know someone you get to know them. And him I knew better then I know myself. Moving on I flipped my anxiety sucks I can’t control it it basically controls me and thats me upmost scariest feeling I have ever felt. I loose all sense of everything and im really going to try to get medication for that it fucking sucks and it basically dragged me to where I’m at the moment. Friday was hard after asking for nothing but the truth he wanted to still protect me and he lied I left work looking for nothing I shouldve went home I shouldve showered I shouldve laid down and once again BLOCKED HIM but I didn’t once again I let the anxiety the anger get the better of me. I really don’t have a valid explanation for any of my actions I swear I don’t and I don’t know what I wanted to accomplish by showing up at publix making a scene for what to drive him away even more. That isn’t the point he tried to check on me but it was already to late I was less then 500 feet from him with my heart beating almost out my chest not knowing my next move.. publix happened shit I’m not proud of another reason to apologize to C since his thing is he wants me to take responsibility.. he did me wrong asf me out of everyone he knows how I am and how I was with him and he took advantage of me of my heart and of my love and he abused it. Here everyone goes saying how can you feel that way at such a young age but me and the kid shared everything it was more of a friendship with the amount of unconditional love I believed we was throwing around… where do I continue Friday was Friday I ended up at my cousins party Lord help me that was a movie hen ciroc and beer pong how did I wake up the next day ask the devil because I don’t know I called him that night very mad at each other he answered on the first ring and I noticed I call he answers first ring second no more after that night. We talked for 21 minutes if I remember right the conversation I can’t tell you what was said but my drunken thoughts and sober words said anything and everything you can imagine. He was a dear the him I knew but better but caring but loving but supprortive things I havent seen in a while it felt good I felt good the call ended when G called me back in and 2 more shots later a bathroom converstaion occurred s/o to my girl A the first person to tell me something that makes sense not the default message I was getting from everyone because fuck him you deserve better really gets played tf out !!!!! that was over the party continued blasé blase “I’m finally in bed” text became a “good morning its work time “ text nothing too deep happened Saturday just the usual mix of emotions and feeling “I wish you were here right now” that broke my heart to pieces was the least of my worries. Saturday wasn’t bad and Sunday either I got an “I miss you” which made me feel great because fuckkkk finally I can confirm he feels the same Side note saturday I asked to b his first kiss of the year might not count for anything but it was important to me Sunday is where it began to fall not going into detail the day was good afternoon was good 7-9 was good I was out at first ignoring him but the kid just has a damn way of hoping back into my system. Spoke about fucking donuts which I was going to get delivered to him we left it at he’s taking a nap and that was it Till I got the feeling The feeling that fucks me over and shuts the reasonable part of my brain off. After this the outcome I lost my best friend I lost my keys I lost my self respect I lost my faith and hope and gained a charge Sunday Night was an eye opener well I thought it was Monday I woke up different it was good then sucked then sucked again it was great and at the end sucked even more at the end of this I stressed my mom out more then she is and lost his trust and everything Tuesday nothing really to say and Wednesday which is today but it isn’t considering its 3 am was a lot.

It went a little of both good and bad. More bad then good ofc “your picture is on my mirror but I’m going to have to take it off soon” As young as I may b I know, I know the feeling you get when you just know and I just know its kid having someone say they saw a future with u even at 17 maybe not now Mayb in 5 years maybe in 55 but that means a lot I lost him but I didn’t. And thats all ill say about it it ended sad and I could hear in his voice I’m not the only one hurting he just sucks at even showing this emotion do u love me….the reply was given basically then I love you it hasn’t sounded that way in never and click. The little details are out but this is basically what I can think of now it was about 30 minutes it was a lot.. The Instagram pictures are gone. And d is posted. I’m not even sure if giving an opinion on this is ok but b basically It feels empty I deleted the February picture and kept it moving… I started this at 2:58 am and its 3:40 and I’m still sitting here with a million and one things on my mind. School is in 4 days and I still need a week tomorrow I’m asking my mom I really need it. I need anxiety help and I need weight help just the month of December I lost 4 pounds shit is real its no longer a joke

Idk if I want help or I wanna give up, cutting ur self is super middle school, and pills are a game… tonight I’m feeling like I’m tired I’m tired of it all I don’t wanna deal with anything going on anymore and I say this with my eyes getting teary eyed I’m fucking tired honest to the god I don’t even know if belive In I’m fucking tired I wanna die I’m making my moms life harder and she already has her own shit I’m not happy I’m not motivated ion wanna do this shit anymore I’m fucking tired still havent blocked him yo sitting here thinking of what to do. Will writing it then reading it make it better?? Pills an option but the what ifs still sit. If I try it and nothing happens I’m forcing myself to keep it pushing but if anything at all happens then it was the right thing I’m sad I’m not alone but it feels like it I gotta work on things so many damn things I mean here goes nothing I think I got 2 benadryls Advil and other shit ill see what I pull out the bag for the record it was nobody fault but mine I’m just fucking tired drained and ready to give up I love u all so much always checking making sure I’m staright. I gone make this future happen if I don’t make this happen. And I dont know how u end this.. goodnight xo 54 minutes of pure feellings and my head is still going on at it.

update I woke up the next morning with a huge headache and disappointed

#jan5 #depressing thoughts #feelings #heartbreak #anxitey

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