#anyways im going to go to bed and deal with the consequences of my action in the morning

[cowsaresushi-coral]

There’s a special place in hell for me, and it’s far away from Gabe and Minos.

For context, I just wanted to draw Gabe in the babygirl meme pose because he is my babygirl. THEN I said “I can make it worse.”

It’s worse now. Enjoy degeneracy. And a lovely quote from me talking to my friend about this:

[arolesbianism]

Oh baby my brain is crashing

[h0neyjaehyun]

☁︎ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 ☁︎

Summary // Tali decided maybe a little flirting won't hurt....oof.

Characters // Talia Flores + Jung Jaehyun(ft.Nct 127)

Era / Year // July 2017

Word Count //

Note // I would like to thank @woopetals for this🥰, ya girl was struggling anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR VALENTINE BOY JUNG JAEHYUN❤❤❤

"Hey cutie." Jaehyun came into her room laying beside her. She looked up from her book then looked back down and shook her head.

"So you not gonna acknowledge me?" Jaehyun looked offended. Tali looked at him.

"Oh, were you talking to me, I thought you were talking to someone named Cutie." She put a hand on her chest and acting dramatic. Jaehyun rolled his eyes about to leave.

"Ohhh no no no, stayyyy." She whined grabbing on to his shirt.

"Will you respond to me then?" He raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a teasing smile. She slighty lowered her head and pouted.

"Fine, but come on and lets go the cafè handsome." She said getting off her bed, poking his cheek along the way. He loaded for a second but shook it off thinking, no she just playing no way she is gonna keep this up.....

Boy was he wrong.

They left the dorm, and she had a cute smile on her face. Then she suddenly hooked her pinky to his and and took him to the elevator. He was surprised at the sudden contact, he knew he was screwed.

She was humming all the way to the cafe still hooking pinkys. He was just admiring her honestly, trying to figure out what she was thinking.

They made it to the cafe and they got their drinks. They sat down at a table near the back to privacy.

"Whats with you, why you such in a good mood?" Jaehyun asked really curious what got her such in a good mood. She smiled at him and came closer to his face looking him up and down, as he slighty backed away from the sudden closeness. She giggle at his action, she then whispered.

"You."

She quickly went back to her seat sipping on her coffee smiling innocently like she didn't make the handsome man infront of her freeze from her act.

"I- I-"

"shhhh,come one lets go get food and have a picnic." She interrupted him grabbed his hand and dragging him to get some chicken.

Jaehyun's brain malfunction a bit he's not gonna lie, he wasn't expecting that. They got the food and went to the Han River instead to get more privacy.

"Here Cutie." He said smirking, trying to feed her but he is extra close. He was in competition mode, no way he is letting Talia win this.

Tali looked at him she took the bite confidently moved back and hummed.

"Im disappointed Jaehyun." She sighed shaking her head. She then resting her head on her hand looking at him with a mechivious look on her face only a couple people have seen.

"I was hoping you would use your mouth to give me my food how disappointing." She said slightly eyeing his lips then cutely poking his cheek with a pout.

He has never been this surprised, its not the first time Tali has flirted back but its only little comments not full on flirting. His soul left his body, he was a still statue. Tali noticed this and started poking him to get back to the real world.

"Jaehyun~ come back."

"Oh- uh-" he stumbled around his words now fully realizing what just happened. She started giggling when she noticed his ears were turning red.

"Aww, wait I'm sorry, now I feel like I went too far." She said trying to cool his ears down with her hand.

"Oh n-no no your fine I wasn't expecting that." Now replacing her hands with his. She giggle again at his embarrassment, she looked up to the sky noticing it was getting dark.

"Come on mi Bon bon lets go home." She sighed grabbing his hand to get him up. He smiled at the nickname and shook his head. He cleaned up while she was getting smoothies.

"Wow, I really dug a whole for myself." He whispered to himself. He catched up with her and hooked his arm with hers and gave her a cheeky smile.

"Now whats got you in a good mood?" She questioned him with a smirk. He had a cheeky smile on display.

"Because I get to brag."

"Brag?"

"Yeah.." He said now getting a closer to her, while eyed him.

"Cause I had a date and with the one and only Tali when she is usually busy. Dont you have to work the rest of the week and next?" He questioned her for some reason getting more happy.

"Uh yeah why?" She asked him little confused. He chuckled.

"Well it looks like no one can take you out on a date now can they? Not when you are busy." He said smugly.

Then it hit her.

This man took her on a date, flirted with her and with the addition of her flirting back, on her last day off. No one can take her on a date for the rest next couple weeks because she has a comeback with Blackpink so she can't even have a mini date with the members because she wont even be around them.

She looked at him so offended.

"You...you did this...for what?" She questioned him as they make it to their building. He laughed at her question.

"I have bragging rights now, your last day, you flirting back willingly and good at it too." He said chuckling too. She just had a blank face internally regretting the past what 3 hours maybe a couple more of her life. But she then didn't, since she had fun.

She shook her head at him now suppressing a smile from coming to her face.

"What am I going to do with you Bon bon?" She said putting in the pin code to the dorm. Knowing that she now has to face the consequences of today. He chuckled once again and had a smile on his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist and head on her shoulder.

"Love me more." He said slyly.

"Ha in your dreams." She retored back now opening the door. She saw the boys in the living room chilling.

"Hey guys we are back." She said smiling at them while Jaehyun straighted up with a smug smile on his face but still has a hand around her waist.

"Buuub~" Haechan whinned going up to her about to hug her but Jaehyun's hand was in the way.

"Ay hyung move your hand." Haechan said trying to swat off his hand from her waist so he can hug her the way he wants.

"Nope." Jaehyun said now hugging her fully, pulling her away from Haechan.

"Heyyy." Haechan whinned holding on to Tali's arm.

"Where did you guys go anyway?" Doyoung asked ignoring Haechan's whinning.

"We went to-

"Went on a date."

Everything was quiet, the boys were processing what Jaehyun just said.

"WHAT" Haechan screeched out, making Tali srunch up a bit to Jaehyun's chest now giving him to opportunity to hug her tighter.

"But, WE MADE A DEAL NOT TO SPEND ALONE TIME WITH HER TODAY!" Taeyong yelled out feeling betrayed.

Now Tali was even more confused."What?"

"So we made a deal not to hangout alone with you on you last day off because it would make be unfair...to the rest of us." Johnny explaines now kinda embarrassed.

"I didn't even suggest it Tali did." Jaehyun pointed out. Tali made an offened face but then thought about it.....she did, didn't she.

"Well you came into my room and I was bored what else was I supposed to do?" She defened herself.

"So flirting with me was one solution?" He pointed out.

"Nah don't put that on me you flirted first."

"You flirted Tali?" Taeyong asked surprised.

"Yeah a little."

"A LITTLE?" "YEAH A LITTLE."

"N-" "Shhhh I'm going to my room peace people I have a schedule tomorrow." She shushed Jaehyun from talking, she went to her shared room with Mark as she shared a room with him in 127 dorm when she stayed over.

Everyone saw her close the door and then they looked back at Jaehyun offended.

"So you went to her first?" Taeyong asked sassily.

"Yeah, it was nice for the mattera fact and she flirted back too which was the best part." He bragged then started sipping his smoothie.

"Ah Jaehyun whyyy." Taeyong whined knowing damn well he can't spend time with her for the next 2 weeks.

"She wanted to, and I gave her what she wanted." He defended himself.

Haechan huffed also wanting to have a date with her since he hasn't been able to properly hang out with her. Then he thought of something.

"TALI~ COME AND CUDDLE WITH ME TONIGHT!" He yelled out for her waddling to her and Mark's room.

"NO COME CUDDLE ME INSTEAD." Yuta yelled out shoving Haechan out of the way heading towards to door.

Then everyone else joined in.

Jaehyun was now smiling smugly sitting on the island chair looking at the chaos he had made sipping on his smoothie.

"You are proud of yourself aren't you." Johnny said sitting next to him.

"You have no idea."

[redwoodrroad]

have 3, 6, and 9 from the ask game for a character of your choice! :) -kerra-and-company

hey there!! Sorry it took so long to respond ;o; i said in the other ask i just answered that i think i saw this and the other one last night and was about to go to bed haha i'm sorry about that! thank you for asking though!! <3 i really like doing these, im glad you're interested in my characters !

i'll do Arkus for this one!

3. What does their safe space look like?

i'd say anywhere next to Eridunis but that would be basic and gay (even if it's true)

lol more realistically, his safe space is probably just home in the Grove--specifically in the Dreamer's Terrace because it really is where he and Eridunis live and own a bunch of cats and maintain a garden together. close seconds are probably the Durmand Priory since he spends a lot of time there as well as the Eye of the North because he can go chill with Aurene and not really be bothered--i imagine that even if there are a lot of visitors to the temple, they probably don't go over to Aurene's little bedroom because she's a massive elder dragon and MOST people are probably a Little wary even if they know she's cool

6. What kind of books comfort them? What books help them heal after a hard day?

he's a massive history buff and loves catching up on historical recountings of events or textbooks relaying a bunch of knowledge about different cultures. he just likes pouring himself into something in his field that he hasn't already invested in OR in something he HAS invested himself into, with the intent on catching up with what's new or giving himself refreshers. he might read historical fictions if they're immersive and seemingly accurate enough because then he can sort of read the book from an anthropologist's perspective and study the characters in the context of their environments adhfkajdfghj like a nerd

9. What is your character's trigger point? What makes them angry, sad or makes them go off?

anything or anyone that questions his authority as a scientist. he has worked VERY hard for his position as a Magister, and he's working agonizingly hard towards Archon status, it's taking him years to do it, and in the meantime, he has been studying dragon magics, cultural evolution, Tyrian geology, ley line magic, etc, for so long that he has this immense level of authority in the knowledge he has. Eridunis, my Commander, turns to him to get advice about most courses of action, so in the inevitable encounter where some official he doesn't know questions his knowledge or his advice--in that smarmy way, the way that you know someone is only bringing it up because you're clearly very young--it gets under his skin and makes him so mad. He has ways of dealing with that type of dismissive attitude in the moment, but afterwards, when he's alone with Eridunis, it might get to him, tire him out, demoralize him... Because on one hand, he feels that if he were to get that Archon title, he'd be taken more seriously automatically, but on the other hand, he sort of knows that it won't matter anyway. Some officials just don't care about an authority that isn't directly above them, and that's something he learns to deal with.

It helps that Eridunis always validates and emphasizes his position as well, most people at the Pact while Eridunis was really gung-ho with the group knew that Arkus was just as important to the mission as Eridunis; it's a little harder now with Dragon's Watch because they're sort of constantly moving around and dealing with very widely differing groups from mission to mission. People will always know "The Commander and The Magister," but I think the level of reputable authority goes with Eridunis, and I think part of that may also be a consequence of Arkus sometimes spending a lot of time behind the scenes, or yet sometimes Arkus isn't even physically in the sane region as Eridunis and the rest of the team; he's performing his role from the Priory sometimes, and he might be on the mission, but for whatever reason he might not be physically present, and that really does impact the way people see his role. i just think that level of complexity in his role is really interesting.

[qweeby]

Nine Lives To Short Part 9: Fools like you

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Shinsou arc complete ??

Paring: Shinsou x Reader 👀👀

Genre: Angst

Taglist: @bakuhoetoedoroki @foxypuppy

Plot: You only have nine days to tell him how you feel but...maybe you've been chasing the wrong guy.

"Why did you drag me out here, Bakugo."

Shisou puts one of his hands in his pockets as he stares at the surprisingly quiet Bakugo.

"You know exactly why I called you out here, Tom Cat!"

"Tom Cat? Now that's a new one"

" UGH JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN! It's about Y/n."

Shinsou gives Bakugo his full undivided attention after hearing that he wants to talk about you.

"Ever since Mr. Aizawa informed to the class about Y/n's qurik that shitty Deku been making theory about how to save her."

Shinsou eyes widen, "Wait really! What were some of his theories?"

"HIS THEORIES THEY ALL SUCKED! I BLEW UP HIS NOTEBOOK AFTER READING ALL OF THEM."

Shinsou let's out a long sigh saying, "Why am I not surprised" as he exhales.

"My theory is way better! Y/n's quirk only awakened when she fell in love right!? Well with you I mean!"

"Yeah, you're right on the money...but where are you going with this"

" Well,what if she falls out of love with you and she falls for someone else."

"Someone like me".

-Meanwhile back inside with Y/n and Momo-

"Ok ok this is fine everything is fine"

"FINE! NO EVERYTHING ISN'T FINE!" Momo says while shaking you furiously.

"MOMO STOP SHAKING ME! I JUST NEED TO LAY DOWN FOR A FEW!.

"Oh....are you sure, Y/n?".

Before you can respond to Momo you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see that it's Mei Hatsume.

"Oh Hello Hatsume-" In a instant Mei takes your hand and drags you off leaving Momo in the kitchen.

"H-huh! Umm Mei?"

"Sorry Creati, me and Y/n need to have some girl talk! I gotta introduce her to one of my babies!

Even though Mei has a huge smile on her face, you can feel her grip on her you arm tighten.

"Yeah, Momo I'll be ok just keep the party going!".

The chanting of Izuku name can be hear as you are being dragged out of sight and eventually out of mind.

Momo stares off wonder if she made the right choice because for some reason she didn't like the engery Mei was giving off.

"Umm Yoayorozu?"

"YES IM HERE AH, TODOROKI!?"

"You have a line of people asking for more cookies, it seems someone has ate them all" Todoroki glares at Uraraka that currently stuffing her face along with Mina and Kaminari.

"Oh hehe right I'll get right on it!."

...

Mei bring you into a random as she closes the door behind her.

"Soooo...what little robot did you make today Hatsume?" Y/n chuckles even though this situation feels awkward.

"I'm not here to show you anything...I just need to ask you something, it's about Shinsou." You notice that Hatsume is visible angry which makes feel uneasy.

" Oh Hitoshi? What about him?"

"Shinsou... is he your boyfriend?"

"BOYFRIEND?! PFFFTTTT NO NO NO NO! S-SHINOU IS JUST A FRIEND"

" oh so kissing is a friend thing?

(" Not right now!")

"So you won't tell the truth now...you're just like a him A BUNCH OF LAIRS"

"Huh? L-look whatever is happening between you and Shinsou has nothing to do with me"

"IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

Hatsume starts poking you with her finger, pushing you back as she angrier and angrier.

" Because of YOU Shinsou wants nothing to do with me."

"It's YOUR FALUT that me and him aren't together!"

"WHY DOES HE CARE ABOUT YOU ANYWAY WHEN, YOU DON'T EVEN WANT HIM!"

Hatsume pushes you into a closet and blocks it with something but you can't see that it is.

"HATSUME! HEY LOOK IM SO SORRY I-I THOUGH YOU AND SHINSOU HAD SOMETHING!"

"We did until you came along! AND TOOK IT ALL AWAY"

"Yesterday I went to Shinsou's house to check on him....I-I called so many times and all he did was push me away! HE PUSHED ME AWAY FOR YOU!"

"Shinsou didn't even want to talk he used his quirk on me and walked away".

Y/n puts her head on the closet door and sighs "Hitoshi...no he couldn't have.. b-but even if he did that give you no right to put me in here!"

"You'll stay in there until someone finds you..if they do. Hatsume walks to the door, you panic as you hear her footsteps slowly fade.

" HATSUME! LET ME OUT!"

"Don't worry just sit tight and enjoy the party~ oh! I almost forgot if you're looking for your phone it's...broken"

Hatsume says after throw your phone at wall leaving a big phone sized hole.

" Bye Y/n, I'll keep Hitoshi in good hands I promise".

You kick on the door screaming for help as you voice as muffled by the loud party music right outside the room. Leaning against the wall Y/n can't help but think about how everything she feared would happened.

"GASP! Is this you finally facing reality HAHAHA! GOOD!"

"Oh pipe down you stupid cat! I already gotta deal with this closet bullshit I don't need you right now"

" Now you don't wanna face the consequences of your actions? It's because of fools like you that think they have any control of there fate! They only set themselves up for failure."

" I do have control over my fate!"

"And yet when your given the options to change you don't take it! That's why you're a fool."

"You're right...I've been doing this all wrong... after this party I swear I'll make the right choice!"

"Tch...such a foolish response but I'm not surprised."

"YOKAI, SHUT UP!".

-Y/n continues to try to break out of the closet but she fails, she gave up after what feels like 3 hours until she eventual fell asleep-

" OI KIRISHIMA! DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO MOVE YOUR FUCKING WEIGHTS!"

Kirishima yells from across the hallway "Sorry BakuBro!"

Bakugo then notices the square shape hole in his wall and proceeds scream.

" WHO THE HELL LEFT THIS HOLE IN MY WALL! WHO THE HELL WAS IN MY ROOM!"

"I KILL WHOEVER DARED STEP IN MY DOMAIN!"

Bakugo glares at his closet as he hears rustling coming from it. Bakugo moves Kirishima's huge tower of dumbells and flings opens his closet.

"TIME TO DIE YOU BASSSSssss...tard? "

"Mmh?" Y/n squints, at the blurry figure until it comes into focus and she sees Bakugo.

"Oh...hey Bakugou hehehe"

"Why are you in my closet!"

Y/n faces palms "It's a long story...and I don't think you'd be believe me".

Bakugo smiles as he picks Y/n up help her get up "Knock yourself out I'll listen and I'll believe you, as long as it sounds believable."

-Y/n tells Bakugo everything that transpired and he's rightfully pissed-

" HUHHHHHH!!!! ARE YOU SAYING THAT GADGET GIRL DID THIS ALL BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID TOM CAT!!!!!?!?!"

"Pffffttt did you just call Shinsou a tom cat and me GADGET girl!"

"Quiet you!"

" Ugh DAMMIT! We just told him to leave too we all been looking for you, I can't believe that took 3 hours!"

Y/n's fall on Bakugou's bed and screams into one of pillow.

"3 HOURS!!!!"

" Yeah"

" AND SHINSOU JUST LEFT!"

"Yeah he actually left with sparky, but if you leave you'll be able to reach them."

Y/n feels something gentle grab her hand, she moves the pillow from her face as she stares at Bakugo who is...looking away.

" That is...if I let you"

"Hey...Baku-GO!"

Katsuki lays his head on Y/n's lap "Oops" he said with a smirk

"BAKUGO COME ON YOU'RE TOO BIG FOR THIS!"

" Thanks for the pillow, alley cat"

"ALLEY CAT! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY YOU ANGRY POMERANIAN!"

-As you whine at Bakugo he blocks you out for a sec. He can't help but think out what happened outside with him and Shinsou-

....

"Bakugo...don't tell that you-"

" I LIKE HER OK THERE I SAID IT! At the end of the day I'm a hero and if see someone in danger DAMMIT IM GONNA HELP!"

Bakugo gets in Shinsou's face

"You're a fool to think you could ever have a future with her, you should've stuck with Hatsume."

" BAKUGO! YOU'RE NOT TAKING HER FROM ME."

"YOU DUMBASS GET OVER YOURSELF IM DOING THIS FOR HER!"

....

" HEY BAKUGO ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME"

Bakugo snap back to it...only to hear your whining which irritates him.

"OI! SHUT UP!"

" NO I REFUSE!

"OI THE OTHERS ARE GONNA HEAR YOU SCREAM SO SHUT IT ALLEY CAT!

"BAKUGO YOU SHU-Mmmh" Bakugo simply SHUT you up with a kiss.

-Meanwhile Shinsou is walking with Kaminari-

" Hey you think they found Y/n yet?"

"Why are you worried?"

" YEAH! AND YOU'RE NOT!?????"

"Kaminari, Y/n gets lost all the time she like a cat, eventually she'll come back."

Right.

"Hmmm you're no different huh"

Shinsou quickly turns around to see who said that " Hey Kaminari did you hear something?"

"No...OH GOD YOUR GOING MAD BECAUSE OF YOUR LACK OF SLEEP!"

Shinsou slaps Kaminari in the back of the head.

" Dummy your brain is just fired"

" So he can hear me now"

Suddenly Shinsou falls to his knees and grunts in pain " AHH! OW ow ow!"

" Shinsou! Hey you ok man?"

Hitoshi looks in front of him and see a purple cat with a devilish grin on it's face.

" You're truly nothing but one and the same....a fool."

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[lunatic-fandom-space]

Comparing RWBY and YGO DM: The Handling and Evolution of Themes

Hey! Its been a hot minute since I last posted anything RWBY-related but Im laying in my bed right now and Im sick and bored so I guess we're doing this. Today I will do my best to analyze what I percieve to be the main themes and messages of both of these shows, or more specifically, how theyre handled narratively. Im mostly focusing on that part because, while these series do have similar themes and messaging, they are still a few things in which they are wildly different. And with that, lets start with this essay-post-thing!

1. Theres something we need to adress first

Okay so, before we can really talk about this, theres something I feel the need to clarify here: Neither of these stories was "planned from the beginning".

Now, I dont think a story being planned from the beginning or not nesscessarily makes the story any better or worse by default, however, it is still important to acknowledge because the way the story is planned is going to affect every facet of it. Things are not going to be foreshadowed properly, things are gonna be set up only for nothing to come of it, the story might drastically change directions, characters might act differently, etc, etc.

And, this is bit off-topic but, it's much better to just admit that the story was not planned than trying to pretend that it was. Like, there are a lot of reasons why I tend to be so forgiving towards YGO even though its not very good, but one of them is definitely the fact that, as far as Im aware atleast, the guy who wrote it isnt pretending to have had this big master plan all along and neither is the fandom. With RWBY on the other hand... yeaaaah, its kinda the opposite. From what Ive seen of RWBYs fandom, there seems to be this pretty popular narrative that everything was planned even though it clearly wasnt. Thats pretty bad and honestly lowers my opinion of the writers so much more than if they would just admit to not having a proper plan.

Like, I initially consumed YGO like this: Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters, Yu-Gi-Oh (aka Season 0), like, a quarter of the Yu-Gi-Oh manga (I still havent finished it)

In all three of these we have the character of Yami Yuugi, or just Yami. Broadly speaking, he is an ancient egyptian gamer spirit who lives in a magical puzzle that has not been solved for 3000 years until this highschooler named Yuugi Mutou comes along and solves it, thus setting him free and allowing him to possess Yuugi and have access to the vague magical powers of the puzzle.

In Duel Monsters he's perfectly fine most of time, morally speaking. There is an instance of him almost murdering a guy and its a bit unclear what exactly happens to those he mindcrushes but overall he's very much a pretty good guy. In Season 0 most of what he does is set up these games for bad people, where they will go insane no matter what they do. From how I understand this whole Shadow Game, Penalty Game stuff, if you lose a Shadow Game, you get violent and intense hallucinations and you will always cuz yknow, gamer spirit. But if you try to cheat, which most of the bad people do in this show, you get violent and intense hallucinations as a punishment.

Since the two anime are generally considered two different continuities, its perfectly fine that Yamis characterization is wildly different in both of them. But in the manga both of these characterizations appear, basically one after the other with no real arc or consequences, for that matter. Why is that? Simply put, someone thought it was a good idea to try to turn an episodic, very slice of life-y light-horror manga into a more traditional, more plot-driven battle shounen. From what Ive heard, it was apparently largely because of network interference or something, but the point is, it changed directions incredibly drastically with little planning and everyone knows this and I can understand that for the most part.

In RWBY we have the character of Blake Belladonna, who, in the first 3 volumes/seasons atleast, was this aloof, more toned down loner-type character with a pretty strong sense of justice. She's an in-universe marginilized racial minority and she clearly cares about racial injustice. The way its initially framed makes it seem like she had a very hard life and no stable support system, which is what eventually pushed her to join a Civil Rights group/Terrorist organization (good god, the Faunus subplot is so awful, I could write a whole essay about it but Im already de-railing rn so I'll just save that for later).

Then, in volumes 4-5 it turns out her father is actually like, the mayor or chief of this island-place called Menagerie and she grew up in this big mansion with multiple guards/servants. Oh and also, apparently "space is a commodity" on there, so theres that. She still retains large parts of her personality but she's kinda like, worse somehow I think. I cant really describe it in a meaningful way but I hope you get what Im saying anyway. Then in Volume 6 she confronted her emotional abuser Adam (sorry for not mentioning him sooner but yeah, he was like, her abusive boyfriend, which is something that a lot of people disagree with but I wont really say anything about it either way because I dont really feel any specific way) with her friend, Yang, and ended up killing him.

After all that, she pretty much lost the rest of her personality, as well as her arc about all the Faunus stuff. She just kinda became the meek, generically nice, recovering abuse victim. Why? Well, the actual reason is that they didnt plan out shit and are just kinda flying by the seat of their oversized clown-pants and if they and the fandom just admitted it, I would have less of an issue. I still wouldnt be as forgiving towards RWBY as I am towards YGO because the crux of the issue, for me, is just that I dont particulary like RWBY but also like. Do you really expect me to take MKEK seriously as writers after admitting to not have a timeline because iT wOuLd CaUsE pLoThOlEs?

However, since they want us to believe that everything was planned out from the beginning, the explaination would be.... Idk, they deliberately butchered one of their main characters?? Because.. they hate her?? Maybe????

So yeah, that was quite a detour however, I would like you to keep this mind going forward.

2. Themes of the Early Series'

First, what do mean by 'Early Series' for both of these shows respectively? Well, for YGO that would have to be Season 0 or if youre reading the manga, everything pre-Duelist Kingdom. Basically, the part of the series thats a episodic, very slice of life-y light-horror series.

For RWBY that would be the first three Volumes, also known as the Poser-Era. Back then it was just kinda an action series that took place at Anime Warrior Academy (also known as Beacon) with some pretty bare minimum worldbuilding, character-driven plots and developments but now its more of an epic high-fantasy story with more of an emphasis on plot as opposed to just action.

The themes and messages in Early YGO are kinda vague, very confusing to me and if you were to follow any of it literally that would be pretty bad. For now Im just gonna say the main themes are Friendship and Identity and mostly focus on the Identity aspect.

Now, it took me a little while to figure out RWBYs deal but I think the main themes for Volumes 1-3 are also Friendship and Heroism. Once again, I'll mostly focus on Heroism and touch on Friendship more briefly later.

I dont have much more to add to YGOs themes right now, so I'll briefly go over Heroism in RWBY.

In RWBYs setting there are these man-eating monsters called Grimm that have basically infected the planet. In order to deal with that, they have people called huntsmen and huntresses that kill them and protect people. Theyre trained at special academies like Beacon and go on missions there and stuff like that. Our four main characters, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang, are training to become huntresses and one day they go on this mission to clean up a grimm infested city block with one of their teachers. Obviously, that takes a long time so they have to camp out in one of the empty houses. Weiss, Blake and Yang cant sleep because theyve been thinking about this question that their teacher asked them when they were fighting grimm: "Why do you want to become a huntress?"

They have a heart to heart and we find out about their motivations; Weiss wants to bring honour back to her family, Blake want to distance herself from the White Fang (that terrorist organization I mentioned earlier) and as an extension from Adam, Yang wants to have a life of adventure. They also talk about why Ruby wants to be a huntress and it turns out that she judt wants to help people. Unlike the others, she has no motivation besides that. We're meant to listen to that and look at her as a sort-of personification of Heroism: kind, but not naive, strong and most of all, selfless. The others on her team are not portayed as bad for not being like Ruby by any means but we are clearly meant to admire her the most out of all of them.

Okay, now comes the part Ive been looking forward to the most:

3. How did these themes evolve in the Modern Series'?

Alright, before we can really delve into the way they evolved in YGO I'll have to give you a brief summary of the character progression. At the start of DM, during the Duelist Kingdom arc, Yami Yuugi is just that; A darker Yuugi. Hes more confident, bolder, his voice is deeper, hes somehow taller, more ruthless, all that good stuff. Notably, he doesnt actually seem more skilled than Yuugi even at the start of this story, but he's still dependent on Yami. Yami on the other hand, has no identity of his own or even hints at one at this point. He's just The Other Yuugi.

Then during the Battle City arc, they find out that Yami was actually a pharao prior to being sealed in the puzzle, he just didnt know because of amnesia, I guess. So now they need to find out his real name and then send him to the afterlife because hes meant to be dead, but not before saving the world from being swallowed by darkness, which is also a thing they have to do now.

Then we finally get to the Memory World arc, where Yami, Yuugi and the rest of the gang astralproject to ancient egypt via puzzle magic. Yami is trying to figure out what the hell is going on and who all these familiar people are, while Yuugi & Co are trying their best to help him. Then some weird shit happens and it turns out that all of that is not just Yamis sealed away memories, but also a giant D&D Shadow Game that will destroy the world if Yami loses. So now theres Pharao!Yami who is still clueless on the metaphorical and literal playing field and Player!Yami, who is kinda controlling himself now? I guess?? Yamis opponent, The Spirit of The Ring, has something similar to that going on where hes both controlling and properly participating in the game. So Player!Yami is now fighting against Player!TSoTR, Pharao!Yami is now fighting against Thief King Bakura (who is like, the human, ancient egyptian version of the Ring Spirit) and Yuugi is now fighting against Yami Bakura (who is like, the human, modern japanese version of the Ring Spirit). Yuugi gets Yamis real name, he and the gang go over to Pharao!Yami and tell him his name, meanwhile Player!Yami is also somehow helping as well and they defeat the Ring Spirit, thus saving the world. Then they travel to modern Egypt, the Ceremonial Duel happens and Yuugi wins, sending Yami to the Afterlife where he can finally rest and that was the series!

I originally wanted to recount the stuff that was going on with the Ring Spirit and his host as well because they parallel eachother, but this summary is already far too long and I think youll get the point without me needing to explain any more.

My point here is, that the story went from being vaguely about Identity, maybe? to being very clearly about Self-Discovery and Learning to Be Independent. I think this is a very good way to evolve the messaging of your story. How does RWBY track on that?

Well, uh... its not great. I will acknowledge that they have tried to introduce new themes and ideas since, even though I wont really be talking about them in this post. But yeah, the whole Heroism thing really regressed.

Like, I didnt explicitly say it when I was explaining grimm earlier, but theyre not going away. The grimm have always been there and people who sign up to become huntsmen and huntresses are effectively signing up for a job that will never truly be done, no matter what they do. Characters like Ruby and even more minor ones like Phyrrah have shown us that that doesnt matter when youre a hero. No life isnt worth saving, no grimm isnt worth killing, no criminal isnt worth arresting. Then, in volume 6 they find out about Salem. Salem is the Big Bad of the show, shes immortal, controls the grimm and is supposed to be very powerful.

What do our heroes do? They give up. Sike! They were just mindcontrolled by monsters or some shit, of course they didnt give up their mission (which is to bring an Important Macguffin to a city called Atlas, sorry I didnt mention it)!

But then they arrive in Atlas (which is llike, a city thats floating over another city called Mantle) and yknow, they do some plot stuff thats not really important right now until the city gets invaded by Salem and this big grimm army she has.

What do our heroes do? Well, Ruby, Weiss, Blake and some side characters are chilling, drinking tea in a mansion and Yang and the B Team were actually trying to do something, but even those efforts seem incredibly minimal.

Oh wait, I also forgot to mention that Ironwood (a fairly minor, vaguely antagonistic character up until now) wanted to lift Atlas even higher to save Atleasian civilians from danger while leaving Mantle vulnerable to Salems invasion.

What would be the most heroic thing to do?

A) Let Ironwood lift Atlas, get as much support as they can down to Mantle and save as many Mantle civilians as they can from the invasion

B) Prevent Ironwood from lifting Atlas but then split up in order to protect both Atlas and Mantle civilians

C) Prevent Ironwood from lifting Atlas and then dont do anything else

Congrats! If you choose C, you think exactly like the writers!

And I just

This is so mindboggling to me, I feel like I shouldnt even have explain how this is bad. And like, it wouldve been so easy to actually make them seem herokc through their actions, to make it seem like they did try but no.

I have never seen a central theme be this botched, how in the world did they do that? Why did they think it was a good idea for Ruby "The Embodiment of Heroism" Rose to sit in a mansion doing nothing, no planning, no organizing just ..... God, how are they this bad? Like, this doesnt even have anything to do with it being planned in any way, this is just straight up incompetence

4. Very briefly touching on friendship

The friendship is awful and its not solely because they all have the same opinions. They barely interact with eachother outside their designated pairs which leads to it all feeling incredibly hollow. Theyre also practically indistingushable from one another now, which is a shame because it wasnt always like that. Like, I dont think the characters were that well-developed in earlier volumes but they were very well-characterized. But now we've gotten to a point where you can literally copy and paste one characters dialogue onto another and literally nothing changes, it really sucks.

5. Some closing words

Damn, this took way longer than I thought it would and now Im pretty exhausted. I have no idea how yall always write these but props to you! I feel like this ended up a bit rambly but overall, Im pretty proud.

Please let me know what you think of the points I brought up! Id also really appreciate some tips on how to get better at these longer posts because I am planning on writing more in the future (not the near future, probably but yknow).

Thats all I have to say for now, thanks for reading!

[brelione]

Vibe With Me (Pope Heyward x Reader)

Omg he’s so cute in this gif I cant-

Warnings:Some swearing,underage drinking,if youre paranoid about living in a simulation do not read :)

On some mornings Pope would wake up so early that he didn't even know what to do.He could always stay in bed and stare at the ceiling or read or study but none of that was really appealing at 4:50 in the morning.What was appealing was going for a run and enjoying the cool air before the sun came up.He sat up in his bed,his comforter sliding down his bare chest.He stood up with a loud yawn,pulling on some loose shorts that went to his knees and a dark tanktop.He rubbed his eyes,heading to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and brush his teeth.He didn't take the time to check if he looked presentable or ‘clean’.It wasn't exactly like he’d see anyone he knew.He had walked out of his house,every single breath and footstep sounding loud in the otherwise silent neighborhood.The bottoms of his shoes smacked against the cement as he ran,going down to the beach to watch the sunrise.It was just an idea that had sounded the best so he had gone with it,turning the corner and running past the trees.

The sky was dark blue,the stars and moon still bright in the sky.He had kicked off his shoes,running down the sandy hills to the water.He stopped,surprised to see someone already there.Said person was you,pulling an all nighter with a thermos filled to the top with coffee that had vodka mixed into it.It was a pretty gross combination but it kept you awake and alive.You stood with your toes in the water,arms out in a t pose with your eyes closed.You didnt know why you did this or any explanation you could give if someone asked you.It was just pleasant when no one else was awake.You could t pose in front of the ocean for six hours and no one could tell you no.There were no consequences and no one was there to judge you.It was just you,the ocean and the sky.Your hair was messy and disgusting,shoved into a red baseball cap.You were wearing short shorts and a seven xl hoodie that went down to your shins and made you feel tiny.You would listen to the way really harsh gusts of wind would cause sand to hit against tree bark and forgotten beach chairs.

You came out here every single night at midnight and stayed until six in the morning when the older kooks would start to invade the otherwise beautiful place.Even during hurricanes you would come out here,t posing in front of the ocean.The water would come up to the rock wall that kept it from over running the parking lot and street,the rain coming down heavy and the brontide loud and clear.That didn't stop you,you'd just stand on top of the wall and t pose for hours as you shivered and became soaked.That had made you sick a few times and almost cause you to drown at least five times.It didn't really matter to you,life and existence was all just a theory.There was nothing that could really prove you were real,that anything was real.You could all be living in a simulation so none of it really mattered in the end.There was no proof that you weren't immortal either.Everyone was technically immortal until proven otherwise.Pope just watched you as you spun around in your giant hoodie,the far too big sleeves flopping by your sides like wings.

He considered shouting out to you so you were aware of his presence but that would probably be seen as creepy.He watched you for around ten minutes as you just spun with your long sleeves in the shallow water until you got dizzy,laying down on your back and laughing.He smiled to himself,sitting down on the sand.He listened to you laugh at absolutely nothing,pulling your hood over your head and pulling the strings so that your hoodie covered you completely.You only lasted like that for around a minute,sitting up and summer saluting over to your thermos,opening it and taking a big sip.He heard you cough as you twisted your thermos shut and grabbed something else.You went back to standing in front of the water,flicking a match until a tiny orange flame engulfed it.He watched you take the lit match and throw it into the water,clapping as the fire died instantly.You were acting like a five year old as you jumped on the sand,running in a zigzag in the water and laughing loudly.This was all happening over the course of ten minutes.You were like a little energetic ball of laughter.Your laughter died down when you noticed him though,squinting your eyes. “Hello?”You called out.He bit his lip,wondering if he should stay quiet so you wouldn't be embarrassed. “Hi.”He replied,the word not really coming out properly.Your cheeks turned red. “So like...how much of that did you see?”You asked.He grinned,knowing you couldn't see from the darkness in the sky. “All of it.”He replied.You let out a loud sigh.You would've been embarrassed if you hadnt reminded yourself that you probably didn't exist.

It didn't matter what this boy thought of you,he probably wasn't real either. “You wanna come vibe with me?”You offered.He scratched at his chin,thinking of the embarrassment he’d suffer if he agreed to this.No one would see him and no one would ever know,except you,of course.He stood up slowly,walking down the sandy hills to the edge of the water. “What’s your name?”He asked,standing around a foot around you.He couldn't really see much of you,just your silhouette and the whites of your eyes that were illuminated by the moonlight. “(Y/N),what about you?”You asked,turning your attention back to the large body of water in front of you. “Pope.”He replied.You grinned. “So,Pope,You wanna vibe?”You asked.He frowned. “How do I do that exactly?”He asked.You shrugged. “Figure it out,I don't know your vibes yet.You can't exactly vibe wrong.”You replied,resuming your t pose.He watched you for a minute before spreading his arms out and mirroring your actions. “So what do you do,exactly?You just stand here?”He asked.You hummed.

 “I just stand and listen and breath and wait.”You replied.He leaned his head back,feeling the cool breeze through his shirt. “Wait for what?”He asked,closing his eyes. “Whatever the universe gives me.I guess the universe wants us to meet.”You replied,inhaling deeply through your nose.He chuckled. “I guess so.How long have you been out here?”He asked. “Four or five hours.”You replied,resting your chin against your chest.He nodded. “And you’ve been doing this for how long?”He asked. “T posing in front of the ocean for hours?I dunno,couple months.”You replied.He nodded as he waved his arms in circular motions.He didn't mean to do it,it just felt comfortable and a good release of energy. “How old are you,Pope?”You asked. “Sixteen,you?”He asked.You grinned. “Sixteen next week.How’s your life going?”You asked.He shrugged. “I mean,it's summer now so that's pretty cool.Where do you go to school?”He asked.You let out a soft sigh. “I haven't gone to school since eighth grade,I do homeschool.”You replied,changing your position so your hands rested on the back of your neck.He nodded. 

“How is that?”He asked. “It's awful but I know it's what the universe wants so I deal with it.It's not like any of this is real anyways.”You let the words fall from your lips,not thinking about how they would sound to a normal person.He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean it's not real?”He asked.You huffed. “We probably live in a simulation,nothing we do is real.Thats the cool things is that at the end of the day nothing we do actually matters.”You replied,opening your eyes to look up at the stars. “See the stars?Maybe we’re a failed science experiment in a container and the stars are just breathing holes.We’ll never know.”You shrugged.He nodded along even though he didn't understand or agree with anything you were saying. “Well science says otherwise.”He replied.You smiled. “I mean,science says a lot of things.Gravity technically doesn't exist,it's just a theory.THeres no proof of the big bang either,that's just a theory.You know how jellyfish and lobsters are immortal until killed?It's possible that some people are the same but no one would ever know.”You shrugged.

He bit the inside of his cheek,looking over at you.Everything you had just said had scrambled his brain like eggs.Technically a lot of things were just theory. “In a thousand years when people dig up all of our science documents and stuff theyll think we’re dumb because theyll find out that everything we believe now is just a lie and that its all bullshit.Its cool to think about.”You spoke,looking over at him.He cleared his throat. “I mean yeah,but some of it gotta be true,right?”He asked.You smiled. “I don't even know,dude.I just intend on vibing for as long as I can.If I die I die,you know?The universe will decide.”You shrugged. “But you can control if you're in a bad situation,like if you're in a storm you know not to run into the water.”He thought out loud.You shook your head. “It doesn't matter to me,if I wanna jump in some water im gonna do it.Even if there was a bull shark,if my body brings me to the water then the universe wants me to be there.We’re all just game pieces at the end of the day.”You laid down on the sand,arms crossed over your stomach.

 “Maybe I'm just crazy or something.”You mumbled.Pope layed down as well,turning on his side to look at you. “Maybe the universe wants me to know everything you're telling me.I've been stressed about a college interview so maybe you telling me this is supposed to make me less stressed,does that make sense?”He asked.You nodded. “Perfect sense.”You replied.

[thecreepiestcarrie]

#JusticeforJohnnyDepp: Johnny’s witness statements at a glance (Kevin Murphy & Kate James)

Things I Cover in this Post:

AH’s consumption of alcohol and prescription pills

AH consistently lying/submitting false documents in order to get what she wants

the dogs in Australia

AH lying to Homeland Security

AH’s abuse of Johnny (both verbal and physical)

the shit in the bed

AH bullying/threatening/intimidating members of Johnny’s staff

The two witness statements I’m including highlights from come from: Kate James- personal assistant to AH for a little under 3 years & Kevin Murphy- Johnny’s estate manager for 8 years, ending in 2016

Before we get into that, I would really love it if you could check out and sign this petition that is demanding an official review into the misconduct of the judge for this case, Andrew Nicol.

It’s a lot of talk about the illegal smuggling of the dogs into Australia, which could definitely come off as tedious af, but I feel this is an excellent demonstrator of the character of Scum and how she tries to manipulate/control all those around her. That is mostly what this instalment is going to be about, employees speaking to the character of Scum and her non-existent relationship with the truth.

Beginning with a woman who worked as assistant to Scum, so Scum was paying her, you would think her loyalty would be to her employer, the person she was working for and spending lots of time with. Well, nope, coz Scum is exactly that - SCUM.

More of Scum bullying/belittling Johnny. But I mainly included this part so we could take a look at Kate’s account of Scum drinking ‘vast quantities’ of wine each night. Johnny recounted in his witness statements of his ‘difficult’ relationship with drink and drugs, including visits to rehab facilities in order to get sober. He talks specifically of March 2015, in Australia (when she mutilated his finger), saying:  Under the stress of the situation, I poured myself a glass of vodka and drank it. It was with this glass that I broke my sobriety. Kate was fired by Scum (actually blindsided is how she put it) in Feb of 2015, so the testimony of her buying non-alcoholic beer for Johnny holds up to me.

Before I started reading properly into this case, I was nervous to properly research into it because I was thinking that I would read something about Johnny that I didn’t like and I was terrified that I’d never come back from that. 12 years of my life- loving, idolising, being inspired by this man- I didn’t want that to end in a blazing burn of ‘wow, what a shithead, I can’t believe that’s what I dedicated time/money/energy to’. But halleloo, he is everything I’ve always hoped he was and potentially more. So I included this section not just as a ‘wow, Johnny is the greatest’, but also, Scum’s assistant failing to see any signs of injury, which is just another voice to add to the booming chorus at this point.

Here we have Scum wilfully and knowingly breaking laws for her own benefit.

Here is the photo that was submitted as part of Kate’s evidence. It isn’t super clear but I’ve highlighted the date, as well as some of the flowery language Scum employs to portray herself as so much better than she is and just going over the top with that.

This is a check Kate submitted in her evidence. To me, the signature doesn’t seem to match the one on the document from Scum. But what is important about this check is the name: Savannah McMillian, the fact that it’s from the Bank of America and the date, of September 2014, which is the same month of Scum’s false document (if you zoom in).

There is no chance in Hell that Savannah was just a friend of Scum’s visiting America for a magical trip. No ma’am, no Pam. I also wanted to include a screenshot provided by Kevin Murphy of an email from Savannah, in which she specifically introduces herself as Scum’s assistant. So here is another lie to add to her list (is there even any room on the tally board anymore?)

‘She felt that she was above the law’

Hmm, what does that remind me of? Oh right, the symptoms/signs of antisocial personality disorders aka SOCIOPATHIC BEHAVIOUR! Referring back to Mayo Clinic, they describe: a disregard for right/wrong, arrogance/sense of superiority, unnecessary risk-taking, failure to consider negative consequences/learn from them, consistent irresponsibility and so on and so on.

She’s lied and perjured herself in the past - why wouldn’t she continue to lie to get what she wants? aka- this whole hoax against Johnny.

Grease? Calm down sweetie, you’re not in the mob. Just say bribe.

GREASE ME UP, WOMAN!

Anyway, let’s move along to Kevin Murphy, a man who worked with Johnny for 8 years and had to deal with a lot of Scum’s shit.

Here we have Johnny telling a member of his staff about the physical abuse he was being subjected to - why didn’t Scum do the same and tell members of her team? Oh right, because it never happened to her.

Kevin was very involved with all of the dog smuggling bullshit and it became a personal matter for him. All of this could’ve been avoided... If not for Scum’s selfishness.

She threatened him and his job and then tried to place all of the legal blame of the smuggling onto him.

Again, I wanted to touch on Scum’s use of alcohol and even drugs. I wanted to be fair to Scum in this, maybe she was using Provigil under a prescription, just like Johnny and his Roxicodone. So I did some digging and I found that yes, Provigil does require a prescription. 

But, from what I could gather from my reading, you can get some over the counter substitutes that have a lower dosage.

But no.2, I found a website where you can purchase Provigil.

I took the liberty of adding it to a cart and selecting checkout. I took all of the steps up to the point where I’d have to pay and guess what? Not once was I asked to provide any details of a GP or of a prescription.

Again, to be fair to Scum, I checked to see if you could also get Roxicodone on this website and guess what?

No, no you can’t.

I don’t intend for this to be taken as conclusive evidence in any way, but it was something that I found interesting.

I really wish they had gotten it DNA tested.

Scum told three different versions of this shit in the bed story-

shit? What shit? There wasn’t any shit in the bed

Yeah, lol, there was shit in the bed, just a harmless prank, got ‘im!

It was the dogs the whole time

And then she projects onto Kevin the fact that she lied, because that’s what she loves to do. She takes her own behaviour and applies it to other people to get them in trouble. This indicates to me that she knows her actions are wrong, but I guess she just thinks she can always find a way to get out of it.

Is she a child? Is she an actual infant? Is she a fucking child?

He had to go and tell 8 other members of their/Johnny’s team to make sure she wouldn’t misbehave and then she went and did it anyway! Is she a child?! It’s like she’s a fucking kid who the Dad has to tell the babysitter that ‘no, she isn’t usually allowed candy, please don’t give her any’ and then the babysitter catches her with a stash of candy anyway! It’s pathetic!

Johnny didn’t want the dogs to come at all and yet, he’s the one who bore most of the brunt over here in the media. And still does, if you refer to this incident, it’s not her dogs, it’s Johnny Depp and his dogs that he snuck in to the country that pissed off the government.

She had this man believing he was going to lose his job because he was trying to correct a legal wrong that she had knowingly committed.

And here she is making a joke about it, on her own fucking Instagram. She had someone take that photo, typed out the caption and decided: ‘yep, this is something I can stand behind, this is fine, this is great content’ and posted it to the world.

Here we go again with another example of that sociopathic behaviour, with her showing a complete lack of remorse and a lack of empathy over the damage this did to the other people involved.

I hope this has helped to provide a greater insight into the type of person Scum is, how manipulative, ruthless and uncaring she is to any/all of the people around her when she’s in pursuit of a goal. I also hope this has helped to shed more light on Scum and her habits with alcohol and pills, which she doesn’t want you to know about, of course. It’s kinda hard for her to consistently call Johnny an addict when she clearly cracks into the goon sack a fair amount herself.

[sunsethwa]

compulsion, n;

an irrational need or irresistible urge to perform some action, often despite negative consequences

pt. 8 / ? [ prev / next / masterlist ]

A/N: I listened to Billie Eilish’s “don’t smile at me” album while writing this, if you know it then you know what kind of vibe this part will have sidenote help im super soft okay help i felt like the fic needed this

Word Count: 1,9k

It’s been five hours. The clock ticked close to midnight, yet you were wide awake, worrying sick about the person who had been unconscious for five freaking hours. You found yourself checking his breathing constantly, making sure he was still … there. When he passed out, you had cried as you moved him from your arms and the floor onto the couch, making sure he was laid as comfortable as possible. You had attempted to get in contact with him several times, concluding that it was no use and that he just needed to wake up in his own time. Considering the pain he had gone through earlier, you imagined his body must have been incredibly drained and that he needed the rest anyways. But you were unable to make yourself calm, only pacing back and forth in the living room, or sitting down on the ground next to him and hoping to see some signs of consciousness. There were no other thoughts in your head, you ignored buzzes from your phone and the growling of hunger from your stomach. This felt more important.

You sat with your back against the lower part of the couch, staring mindlessly as the clock on the wall struck 12. A couple of seconds later, you felt movement behind your head, and heard a slight grunt of discomfort. Quickly turning around, you saw Seonghwa’s face scrunching up before his eyes fluttered open. They stared right at you, sending a strike of relief through your body.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” You asked carefully, afraid to speak too loud in case his head was hurting. Seonghwa shifted, trying to get into a seated position, but was stopped by his own body and fell back down.

“Like shit.” He said with a hoarse voice. Hesitantly, you reached out your hand and started stroking his hair. It seemed to be taken with pleasure as he closed his eyes and started humming at the sensation.

“That feels nice.” He whispered. You kept petting his head for a while, running your thumb ever so gently over his temple.

“What happened?” You tried, your head now leaning on the couch, scarily close to him.

“I’m on timeout.” He answered.

“What does that mean?”

He opened his eyes again, and you moved back slightly, scared if he didn’t want your face so close to his own.

“No, look.” He encouraged you to come close again, looking right at you. You studied his face, taking notice of something you have reacted to earlier – how his eyes had pigment in them. The standing lamp beside the couch illuminated them so beautifully, really brightening the dark brown colour.

“Did they make you … human?” You questioned. Seonghwa made a second attempt on getting up, succeeding this time. He propped his elbows on his legs and supported his head in his hands.

“It’s been so long since last time, I don’t know how you guys handle this – all these senses being forced to operate at the same time, seems unnecessary.” He complained. You got up from the floor and sat down next to him.

“How long will you stay like this?”

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of days, a week, a month. It’s not up to me to decide.” He said. The two of you sat in silence for a while. You were unsure how to react, what to do. How does one handle a demon whose been forced to live like a human punishment. Your trail of thought was broken by a groan coming from the boy beside you, accompanied by him clutching his stomach.

“Aah, right, hunger is a thing I have to deal with now.” He quickly realised. You couldn’t help but laughing slightly at his reaction to the most basic human need.

“Do you guys not eat at all?” You asked him, making him shake his head. You noticed that he had a small smile painted on his face.

“We just, you know, drain souls every once in a while for strength.” He told you, lifting his stare to catch your reaction, then giggling once he noticed how you scrunched your nose in minor disgust.

“Okay, you know what, I don’t want to hear about that right now. Shall we make something to eat instead?” You proposed. Seonghwa nodded at your idea, getting up with you. As he stood up, he stumbled instantly, and you instinctively grabbed his arms to help him keep his balance.

“Careful, you can’t just magically heal if you hurt yourself now.” He scoffed at your joke but followed with you to the kitchen area on the other side of the room.

 “I think I have all the ingredients for a nice pizza.” You suggested. Seonghwa didn’t react to your words, he was too busy holding his hands under the water that was running from the faucet.

“What- are you doing?” You asked him.

“Cold.” He said, still looking at the water. You walked over, turning off the faucet. Grabbing his hands, you felt they were indeed, ice cold.

“Why did you do that?” You were genuinely confused at his actions. His hands were so cold that you wondered if there was any feeling left in them.

“Here, put them inside my sleeves.” You commanded, and Seonghwa gave you a slightly confused look, yet did as you said. You hissed slightly at his cool hands wrapping around your wrists. He nodded to himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Warm.” He said. You shook your head and sighed but couldn’t help but finding his way of acting quite amusing.

“You’re like a lost puppy.” You told him. He gave you an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry.” Words you never thought you would ever hear from this man.

“No no, it’s okay … it’s kind of cute.” You stated, not really feeling frightened by him anymore. He seemed so helpless, and even though he had put you in horrible situations, he had gotten you out of them every time – and never hurt you personally. Seonghwa slowly removed his hands from inside of your sleeves, yet held onto one of your wrists still, the one that had his initials.

“Feels strange that this is purposeless right now.” He admitted.

“I know, but it will regain its purpose again though.”

“Maybe.” His expression got slightly dark again.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nothing. Let’s focus on eating.” He brushed off your question and let go of your hand, shifting his attention towards the things you had laid out on the kitchen counter.

 …

 You carefully watch as Seonghwa takes his first bite out of the pizza you made together. During the process, the poor boy had burned his hands on three different spots on the stove and taking while the pizza out of the oven. Because of this, three pauses were needed to run his hands under cold water, putting on some treatment and wrapping him up to relieve the pain.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Seonghwa’s eyes lit up with excitement and quickly took a second bite of his slice. You had made an executive decision, which was to let the pizza rest for 15 minutes before you started eating, being scared that Seonghwa would act recklessly again burn the roof of his mouth on the hot cheese. The time was currently 1:34am, and you found your eyes having a hard time staying open as you ate.

 “Hey.” You woke up from a finger tapping repeatedly on your head. When you opened your eyes, you noticed that almost the whole pizza was gone, while you had only had a single slice before you fell asleep at the table. Seonghwa looked at you with his head tilted so that it was in the same angle as yours. This time he resembled a small kitten, waiting for their owner to give them attention.

“You really need to sleep. Maybe I should leave.” He said, his voice slightly shaky.

“What? No, you can’t leave – what if all the big, bad demons get you?” You joked, lifting your head and rubbing your eyes. Seonghwa chuckled at your comment.

“Really sounds like you want to keep me here.” He placed his elbow on the table, and his chin on his hand while looking at you.

“I have more human things to re-teach you. Have you seen the burns on your hands?” Seonghwa turned his attention towards the several spots on his hands and fingers that were wrapped in bandage, shrugging and then nodding.

“You’ve got a point. I’ll take the couch then.” There was a silence for a couple of seconds.

“I mean, my bed is large, so there’s space for two. And it’s more comfortable, but yeah sure, you can sleep on the couch if you want.” The two of you almost mirrored each other’s actions, both smiling awkwardly and looking down, not daring to make eye contact.

“Yeah, the couch should be … fine.”

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 You weren’t sure what time it was when the door to your bedroom let in the some light from the hallway, but it closed just as quickly and quietly as it opened. Your eyes flickered up, noticing Seonghwa entering the room. He squatted down by your bedside table, his face levelling with yours in a similar way as you had with him hours earlier by the couch.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“Hi.” His mouth opened to say something more but closed again and his eyes shifted away from yours.

“Everything okay?” You tried, leaning your head a bit to attempt making eye contact with him.

“I feel-“ He started, still struggling to look your way. Once again, you went to stroke his hair, attempting to offer comfort, encouraging him to go on.

“Fear.” He said, finally meeting your gaze. It almost looked like he was about to cry, as his eyes were visibly watery - even in the dim moonlight seeping through the gaps of the curtains.

“Come on.” You said, lifting your cover for him to join you. You noticed hesitation in his face, yet he carefully got up from the floor, climbing into bed and under the covers with you. For a while, you lied facing each other. You spoke no words, the only sound heard being the faint wind outside. Your hand kept going through his hair, occasionally coming down to his face as well. One time, you felt him leaning into your touch as you cupped his cheek. Barely, you could see that his eyes were closed, but you felt a single, warm tear against your hand.

You then moved so that you were lying on your back, never really letting your hand leave his face.

“Come.” You proposed, gently tugging on Seonghwa’s body, making him lie on top of you. His head was now resting on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, not forgetting to return one of your hands to his hair. It seemed to you that it gave him a sense of safety when you touched him like that, and it was confirmed further now as you felt more hot tears hitting your chest. Eventually though, they stopped, and you felt the boy on top of you breathing calmly and steadily. With this, you found your heart becoming peaceful, drifting back to sleep.  

[serahsanguine]

School, Sex and Subterfuge NC-17

Chapter 9 of?

part one, part Two, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8,   AO3

tagging @today-in-fic @skullsmuldon @foxystarbucks @baronessblixen

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Notes; im so sorry this chapter has taken so long to get out i have struggled quite a bit over last few months with depression, writer's block and my three kids. I would make one thing very clear i will never ever leave a story unfinished i have read a story where this has happened and it annoyed me so much. It may months or even years to complete but i will always finish a story this goes for both long-running stories I have.

on a lighter note, I have many many ideas for this story some i really think you will enjoy :)

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Chapter 9; An Answer? 

Mulder knew she was going to be confused but he certainly didn’t expect her to run out on him, maybe a slap or some hateful words but not this. This is something he didn’t not know how to deal with, the confusion of not knowing either way. This is when he truly realized he had hurt her a lot more than he thought and his actions of past events coming back to haunt him. How could he be so stupid?  

He let everything go, his whole heart poured out in words, he was willing to let her in, he had let her get this close. He sat down on the closest seat he could find, the emptiness of the room hitting him like a freight train. He could hear people scuttling about outside the office door. He looked around at the books, the certificates, the countless women he had brought back to these four walls. The memories they had, the stories they could tell but not one of them meaning anything to him in reflection to the memories he had of Dana Scully. The minutes ticked by and silence fell upon the room once more.

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Scully ran and ran her heart racing, blood pumping, breathing fast and uneven. She flew past people, whizzing past the gardens, cars and buses. She ran until her legs could not run anymore. She was in shock, he said I love you, and he wanted to start over. She stopped a couple of miles from campus next to a small lake, the water reflecting the moonlight in all directions, the sun had set and the air was warm. There was peace and silence in the air all around her. The nightlife chipping and chirping as small bats flew above her.

She stared into the open water her mind fogged, her heart bleeding. Could she start over with him? Could she love him? Was she already in love with him? Was Missy right all along and she cared for him deeply? She started walking back to her dorm. The question running over and over in her mind and the answers nowhere to be found. She was torn in two her rational side saying no, but her mind screaming to let him in.

The Next Day.  

She still hadn’t made a discussion on what she was going to do she needed to talk to someone, rationalize it in one way or another. She took Serah out to dinner somewhere different, somewhere she won’t be seen by him. It was a small restaurant, quiet, even for the dinner rush hour. With homemade food from starters to desserts, plus it didn’t cost a lot either. They both sat in the corner booth with a window overlooking the garden and cobblestone road.

Scully explained in a shorter version of everything that happened and Serah just sat there and listened.

Serah took Scully’s hand and clasped it inside her own. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t no Serah, the rational side of me has a bunch of issues,” She looked over at her friend and she just nodded and let her continue.“At the end of the day, he still is my professor, he's older than me.”

“Oh, come on Scully. He may be older than you but not by much it’s only 8 or 9 years and it’s not like your a child, your a beautiful woman with her own mind and age is just a number baby.”

“I suppose you’re right but what would Ahab think? Let alone, my friends? Present company excluded. Should I transfer classes, or just quit going?”

“Wooo, wooo, wooo. Let's answer them one at a time”

“I don’t know what your father would think but if he loved you and could see you were clearly happy with Mulder then I suspect he would be happy too. If your friends can’t see that you are happy with him you don’t need them in your life.  And to answer the last two questions is an unequivocal no. If you were to listen to your heart what would it say?”

That was the question wasn’t it what would her heart say, he was amazing everything about him, his intelligence, his heart and soul, certainly his looks. And come on he is mind-blowing in bed he knows how to treat a woman and make feel her on top of the world. She blushed at that thought.

“If he means that much to you you should at least email him or go to his office.”

Scully looked at her friend with a curious look “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes dear you did,” Serah said sarcastically smiling from ear to ear.

She blushed hard when she thought about what she said about Mulder in bed. She laughed it off.

“Maybe I will.”

“Humm.”

“Talk to him that is; see where we go from there.”

They both finished up the lunch grabbing their things and headed towards their next lecture.

Several hours later  

It was getting late and many of the students had gone to either the dorms or out into town. Scully stood there at Mulder's door anxiously hesitant to knock, she could see his shadowy figure walking back and forth across the room. Several minutes passed, she was lost in her own thoughts when she lifted her hand to finally knock, he opened the door bowling into her sending papers everywhere.

“Shit I’m sorry,” he said before even looking at who he had run into. She started helping to pick up the papers.

“It’s ok, it was my fault,” she said sheepishly ad he looked up at her and their eyes locked, both frozen in there place.

“Dana.” He said matter of fact.

“Fox.” She replied in the same manner.

He picked up the last of the sprawled papers “Come in.”

“After you.”

They both stepped into his office shutting the door behind them. He placed the papers on the nearest surface and walking through to his private office where they couldn’t be seen.

The atmosphere was tense, so tense you could cut it like butter. The only noise in the room was the gulp of air from the water container and the hum of people chatting walking by. They both stood there not saying a word if a pin were to fall you could hear it shatter around the corners of the room.

She had a whole speech prepared, why they were not good together. What would happen if they were to get caught? But standing in front of his presence she lost all rational thought. Her stomach was in knots. Her heart hammering in her chest, her hands clammy, her mouth dry. But it despite all that she was the one to talk first.

“I love you too,” the words just poured out of her mouth her brain finally caught up with what she had spoken.

His face was in shock but was the kind of shock when someone is happy. She stuttered when she realized what she had said. She went to say something, but secretly she said fuck it, she deserves to be happy and damn to the consequences, at least for now. If something were to happen further down the line they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

She ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist and kissed him with such force they both toppled to the floor with her on top. He hit the ground with an ugh but they both started laughing hard.

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He was hurt but didn’t care, she had said the words back to him, and he was over the moon. He touched his lips to hers, his hands in her fine silk hair. She pulled away and asked,  

“Why me? Out of everyone, why me?” he looked into her eyes with such clear and understanding and such force without hesitation.

“You’re beautiful, so quick-witted and funny, you keep me on my toes always surprising me. You laugh is infectious and you smile lights up the whole room. You...are my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the room is full of people, you are my constant... my touchstone. "

Her smile meant everything to him and he didn’t expect her to say anything back not quite yet anyway.

He kissed her neck her body started grinding on top of his, he felt his erection grow underneath his trousers and felt the flush of her skin against his own. His hands sitting on top of her t-shirt just above her hips.

“Mulder please…”

He lifted her top above her head and discarded it on the floor next to them, soon unclasping her bra and discarded that too. She moved her body slightly and it took him no hesitation to take her breast into his mouth letting the nipple roll around underneath the flesh of his tongue. Her hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. She smiled at his bronze chest as she raked her fingers down his stomach before undoing the zipper and button on his trousers then pulling his cock free from his cotton boxers.

“Fuck Scully” she only licked her lips, God those lips he thought and she smiled a wicked smile as she started pumping him at an antagonizing slow pace. He let her continue until he couldn’t take it anymore moving his hands from her hips lifting her skirt. He sat up just a little bit.

“Do you have any idea what wearing this little black mini skirt and black knee-high socks does to me?” he whispered sultry in her ear. Before moving her panties to the side and slipping his fingers through her dripping wet folds.    

“I have…..Jesus Christ” her words left as he could tell she was lost in what he was doing to her he found her bundle of nerves at the apex of her legs.

Swishing, gliding, flicking, rushing and slowing his fingers bringing her to her peak and stopping before lowering her body every so slightly and sliding his member into her opening. He felt her hugging him, clinging even as he filled her up stretching her to her limits. She threw her head back her wet matted hair sticking to her skin. As she let out a moan of pleasure. She placed her hand either side of his head on the floor.

Creating an even deeper angle he let a growl her lips touched his and he took it as a sign to started thrusting into her, her tiny body matching his pace, her naked chest pressed up against his hot flesh. With the sound of their moans and skin slapping skin and the smell of sex clinging to the air.    

“Mulder, I’m so close.”

“Me to let go,” and she did with the force of the world-shattering around her. He moaned right along with her, the height of pleasure exploding in there bodies at the same time.

After a few minutes, they lay spent half-naked on his office floor. He looked down at her.

“Next time I’m taking you to dinner first and make love to you somewhere other than my office floor”

“Maybe you’re apartment?”

“It’s definitely in your future, ” he smiled.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“I hope you do,” he said before holding her close giving her one last hug before helping her up off the floor and finding her clothes. After they finished getting dressed and looking presentable. He looked at her and asked, “so dinner?”

“I didn’t think you meant now?”

“No time like the present," he smirked.

He left the office first and she soon followed slipping into his car hoping no one saw before he drove her to the restaurant for dinner.  

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A MASSIVE HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERY ONE!

[oneblckcoffee]

Only Us [2]

Pairing - Mob!Harrison x Mob!Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2,044

Warnings - drinking, swearing

A/N - i have no excuse as to why this is EIGHT MONTHS LATE. im sorry ok, but life got in the way. im not sure when the next chapter is gonna be up but @rupimiller kinda pressured (but mostly motivated) me to write this, so i guess peer pressure is the way to go? ALSO, the name is based on the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen, you can listen to it here. it’ll make sense eventually. anyway enjoy!

chapter 1

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Harrison woke up that fateful afternoon, feeling numb. He was hungover, with a pounding headache, and the unexpected wake up call from Tom had left him slightly disoriented. This was his new normal, though. The drinking, the smoking and the occasional drugs; anything to ward off his actual feelings, to numb the pain. He was simply going through the motions; taking each day at a time, still struggling to come to terms with reality and the consequences brought about by his actions. 

He sat up at the edge of his bed, resting his head in his hands, waiting for the dizziness to subside. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way to the en suite bathroom. Harrison stood in front of the vanity, taking in his reflection. His eyes were bloodshot, lids still heavy with sleep, and the bags under them could never fully describe how tired he truly felt. His hair was disheveled, sticking out every which way. His eyes fell on his torso, on the scar that ran down his chest, all the way to gunshot wound in the middle of his abdomen. The physical wounds had healed very well over time, the scar almost invisible to the untrained eye but the pain was still there, the memories all too fresh in his mind. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harrison entered the shower. 

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This meeting had been in the books for a while now and Harrison had been dreading it ever since. When he first discovered that Tom had reached out to you, he was livid. He could not believe that Tom would undermine his authority and ask a stranger for help. Harrison did not want to admit that they needed the help, especially not from some random girl who’s father just happened to be well respected in the industry. However, he was painfully aware that things needed to change if they wanted to stay on top. Once he got over his initial anger, he did of course realise that this was the only way to climb out of the hole they currently found themselves in. So even though he didn’t agree with Tom’s methods he trusted his judgement and decision, partly because Tom had never failed him but mostly because he was grateful that Tom hadn’t dropped the ball on things, unlike him. 

And for those reasons, Harrison got dressed and found himself sitting in the passenger seat of the Porsche as Tom drove them to their destination. As he sat in the car, Harrison noticed a silence that would not be there on any other day. Usually, Tom would put on some music for car journeys as long as the one ahead of them and would talk about some client that was being difficult, but today he was way too occupied in his thoughts to bother with any of that. The pair had been inseparable ever since they met in primary school; they were as thick as thieves and had been with each through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. They knew each other better than the back of their own hands and trusted each other to a fault. So of course Harrison noticed his tense demeanour instantly - his jaw was clenched and his hands were gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly. His brows were knotted and even though his eyes were trained on the road ahead, they seemed distant and lost in thought.

“Alright, out with it,” said Harrison, who couldn’t take the silence any more. He’d much rather have Tom talk his ear off than watch him battle his thoughts, alone. 

“What d’you mean?” asked Tom, not once taking his eyes off the road.

“Mate, I know you’re worried about this but I can’t have you this distracted when we’re there, so what’s on your mind?”

“This needs to work out. I need it to work out,” Tom sighed, “And yes, I’m incredibly aware that this could very well be an ambush. We’re not armed, have no backup and are meeting a very dangerous stranger in the middle of nowhere. Things could end badly, not that they were great to begin with. I don’t know why I agreed to all her terms and I regret not setting our own but we have no leverage, she’s doing us a huge courtesy by even agreeing to meet us ‘cause we all know that she doesn’t need this. Which just makes me question her intentions further, ‘cause like, she can just wait us out and watch from the sidelines as we fuck ourselves over and then there’s one less family in the mob world. But no, she agreed to hear us out and discuss a possible merger which doesn’t really do her any good, at least nothing that I could think of. And to add to that, we barely have anything on her! I’ve done my research, if I can even call it that, and all I could find is that she’s young and runs the business and has ruffled some feathers here and there. That’s it! There’s nothing else on her, not many people even know that she’s a part of her father’s business. She may as well not exist, that’s how little we actually know about her, and that’s never a good sign.”

Tom let out a deep breath and brought a hand up to his eyes to try and relieve some of his headache. He was rambling and he was stressed and tired and way in over his head. This was new territory for both of them and neither knew what was going to happen in that bar. They were desperate and this was probably their last chance to save face and not burn their business to the ground.

“I trust you, you know that right?” Harrison reassured, “You’ve never made a wrong decision. Hell, you’ve managed to keep my ass out of trouble for such a long time you deserve a goddamn award!”

Tom let out a small laugh, “Yeah, it’s not easy mate.”

Harrison clapped Tom’s shoulder, “I know and I’m sorry that we’re in this situation right now and I know it’s my fault even though you’re never gonna blame me for it. But we’re gonna fix this, alright? One way or another.”

“Yeah.”

Harrison didn’t really know if he was going to accept your offer, he didn’t even know the specifics of the deal that you had discussed with Tom. But he trusted him to make the right decision so he stayed silent while they sat in the rundown bar waiting for you to arrive.

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Forty-five minutes.

They had been sitting there in that bar for forty-five minutes, drinking and waiting. Tom was still anxious and lost in his thoughts while Harrison was getting more annoyed with every passing second. He’d suggested leaving twenty minutes ago but stayed because he didn’t want to argue with Tom. 

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, getting up from the booth to make his way to the bar to get himself yet another whiskey. The bartender had been eyeing them ever since they walked through the doors, sometimes even eavesdropping in on their conversation from time to time. He handed Harrison his drink, without exchanging any words and watched as he walked back towards the booth before continuing with his work.

Harrison sat down beside Tom, sipping on his drink. He had almost finished his drink when a soft thud caught his attention. His head immediately moved in the direction of sound, eyes straining to see the figures at the door in the dimly lit bar. His eyes were trained on you, as you and a guy entered the bar, following your every move. His eyes travelled across your figure; you were wearing a light blue shirt with some trousers and a pair of heels and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think you were attractive.

“Mate, she’s hot,” said Tom, his face flushed with relief at your arrival. Harrison gave him a pointed look. “What, you told me to relax?” Harrison rolled his eyes but a soft chuckle fell from his lips.

He watched as you took a seat at the bar, listening to your conversation with the bartender. He tried to get a read on you, as you intentionally made them wait longer, but couldn’t which was new for him. You finally finished your conversation with the bartender, grabbed your drink and joined them at their booth.

“Hello boys,” you said, as you sat across from the two of them, studying them. Tom was sitting up straight, his fingers interlaced in front of him on the table, eager whereas Harrison leant back in his seat, his left arm resting on the backrest of the booth, uninterested.

“Fucking finally.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“No, you’ve been waiting for fifty minutes. But I really do apologise for making you wait ten more minutes than I initially planned; you see, something important came up.”

A snort left Tom’s lips that he tried (and failed) to cover up with a cough and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I guess I should properly introduce myself, eh? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Yes, Y/L/N. Meaning that Y/D/N Y/L/N is my father. And you must be the Osterfield family disappointment, yeah?”

You were trying to rile him up, push his buttons as far as you can, just to see what he would do. You noticed his jaw clenching, tightening the grip on his glass, his eyes never leaving yours as he brought the whiskey to his mouth.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice, Ms. Y/L/N,” began Tom. “You may have heard that we are in need of some assistance, financially, and the prospect of a deal with you and your dad is very appealing to us. As discussed, we’ve agreed to share the profit and territory with your organisation. In exchange, we’re willing to provide you with any assistance or man power that you may need.”

While Tom was talking, your eyes never left Harrison’s; his icy stare meeting yours. You only looked away when Tom was done rambling.

“It’s Tom, yeah?” You asked rhetorically, finally looking at him, “you can cut the bullshit, Tom. Everyone in the fucking country knows you’re sinking and the sharks are beginning to circle and you’re need me to come in and save you.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“That is the only way to put it. Let’s be honest, I’m your best, worst option. Everyone else wants you dead, and most of the time I agree with that sentiment. But you could be useful.”

“Oh how so?” asked Harrison mockingly, pushing himself off the backrest and leaning forward. He knew you were going to be cocky given the circumstances, but your know-it-all attitude was beginning to annoy him.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Bullshit.”

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait to find out.”

“That’s not how it works, love.”

“That’s how it’s gonna work, love.”

You knew of Harrison’s reputation. Cutthroat, unyielding, short tempered. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. Yet he annoyed you, which wasn’t something you were expecting.

“So, Tom. How does 80-20 sound?”

“Fuck, no.”

“What, no way. That’s not what we discussed on the phone. We settled on 60-40.”

“Yeah I know, love. But you see, I run the south and you barely have a grip on the north. Your business is failing and honestly, I don’t trust you. So, 80-20.”

“We still have some power.”

“In your fucking dreams, Osterfield. The only reason why you’re not dead yet cause people are still scared of you.”

“And you’re not?”

“I don’t see anything to be intimidated by.”

“Would you go for 70-30, maybe?” tried Tom.

“No we’re not doing fucking 70-30!” said Harrison, “It’s 60-40. That’s it. Take it or leave it.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you, boys. Let’s go Michael.” you said, getting up from the booth. Tom had his head in his hands, Harrison was angry underneath the cold exterior but also worried. Didn’t Tom say that this was their best chance?

“Fuck you, mate.”

chapter 3

tags - @deleteidentity @rupimiller

[gretaes-blog1]

yup !  i’m nearly the last one to post my intro i think ( ︶⌒︶ ) took five naps.. head going boom boom. but hello!!!!!!!! i’m jay , i’m twenny one and livin breathin the eastern timezone. i am very excited to introduce u my baby greta. my intro will not do her justice but i hope time will. if i haven’t imed u already pleeeeeeeeeeease reach out to me ( even if u are stuck on plots ) we’ll brainstorm something really good. i’ll be switching between ims and my discord ๑•ૅㅁ•๑#4035 for convenience. i promise to get to everything as soon as i can. ill say the end cause i never know how to end those byeeee

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  here  and  do  i  have  the  tea  for  you  .  greta  is  back  on  campus  ,  which  is  surprising  considering  the  threatening  note  i  left  them  .  yes  ,  i  know  all  about how she hides her sexuality to maintain a relationship with her conservative family because  of  their  greed  .  imagine  the  tabloids  and  how  the  navarro  family  would  feel  for  such  information  to  come  out  ,  not  to  mention  the  reputation  of  kappa  because  of  their  actions  .  at  this  rate  , she  is  better  off  staying  put  in  palo alto  ,  california  and  living  off  that 7.9b  family  net  worth  .  what’s  the  point  in  studying  pharmaceutical  science with  plans  to  create  accessible  healthcare  ,  is  it  worth  it  with  what  i  know  ?  anyways  ,  they  may  want  to  continue  to  be  ambitious  &  reliable  because  the  domineering  & sarcastic  attributes  make  me  want  to  spill  .  (  alexa demie  ,  j  ,  est  )  .

family ties 

the name navarro has definitely been painted gold for a while. greta is the child bruno navarro who was passed down his fortune of nava pharmaceuticals - an internationally recognized healthcare company which deals with pharmaceutical merchandise and diagnostics 

she has two brothers which would’ve undeniably been first in line to take their father’s place if they played their cards right

her mother was an ambassador for the company but her voice always meant very little. she never complained though.. being ambassador meant long business trips to places she would never get a chance to visit and live a lavish life without being too burdened 

greta was awfully competitive though and never let herself be thrown to the side. the female roles instilled in her brain seemed like a waste of time and she wanted to be the best , especially in things that others told her she wouldn’t be 

when she was little, it was about the adrenaline of proving everyone wrong but when she got older, she realised her need to succeed and be seen was more deep rooted than that. it wasn’t unusual for greta to feel alien to her parents but seeing as all her private school friends could relate, it didn’t bother her too much. it was the values instilled in her family that were a harder pill to swallow

at the dinner table, greta had to listen to slurs thrown left and right at people who didn’t fit into their conservative agenda. she had to sit through an hour of her father chanting about gender roles and sickening politics that put everyone , except his own empire , at the bottom of the food chain. they knew their power and the only goal was unwavering cash flow

and that is about the only thing greta and her family had in common. her GREED. although her morals didn’t align with the values of her father , her eyes were set on the price. breaking the tradition of men owning their biggest investment and becoming the chief officer of nava pharmaceuticals. and if biting her tongue and faking a smile meant knocking the king over from the top of the food chain then.... CHEck MATE Bitch <3 

but obviously, its not easy living under pressure. especially when the reality is so far from the mask u wear to get what u want

meet greta

under that mask is a greta that is the complete opposite of what her father painted her out to be. she is independent, sometimes even selfish . she is strong and brilliant. she’s determined and ambitious . she challenges herself , she’s eager to excel, to be more than the best. she wants to surprise people with the extend of what she’s capable of. i honestly don’t think greta has even dreamed of what she wants to achieve yet ????? but she knows she has a deep yearning for it. the feeling of bliss and a peace of mind when you’ve gotten everything u worked so hard for.

unfortunately, it’s important to take time and recenter urself from time to time in the chaos of striving for perfection. greta has lost that ability and often impulsively runs off the tracks. u won’t ever see her tripping over her feet at the party but u will probably catch her lying about the amount of alcohol she had if u are sober enough to notice. she’ll let u unbutton her shirt, only if u promise not to tell. she’ll tell u she’s okay and she thinks she is even if she really isn’t 

greta was good in everything except in love. it was hard for her to entertain one night stands unless she had steam to blow off , she always had something more productive to do. she’d lie in bed and battle those thoughts, wondering if she’s only making excuses .... after all , she’s a pretty girl. but those who got to taste her cherry lips were always left with the memory they were told not to share with anyone. she would always find excuses, letting good things pass her by. she didn’t know then what was causing her scattered affection. but it was often because in order to know what u want, u can’t censor thoughts and treat them as distractions. greta has always treated romance as a distraction and consequently, she never let herself reflect on what makes her happy for too long. but, of course , sleepless nights would often lead to her having to face herself. truly. she would think about the people she considers her friends and how she hopes she doesn’t lose them in the process, she daydreams about the future and freedom to speak her mind even when the voice in her head tells her not to. and she thinks about girls..... a lot 

greta hasn’t thought about it enough to put her sexuality on a spectrum. she knows she’s dated boys and she liked it. but, it’s also the only thing she’s known. having her family instil in her brain that being attracted to the same sex is not right and knowing that she needs to play her cards right to be considered worthy of the fortune, it was settled. she would dig a hole in the ground and bury those thoughts deep down under. knowing that if her family finds out she’s been with girls or even felt attracted to them????? her dreams would be crushed and she would be lucky to still sit at the dinner table. 

she battles those thoughts and often gets caught up in them. kissing girls in places where nobody sees and keeping it a secret or turning to lying, saying they’re pathetic for falling for it. basically being a shitty person because she knows there is no way she could ever get away with it??? safe to say, having to feel guilty for the things u cannot change, doesn’t make her the happiest kid on the playground and with knowing how word travels fast, it makes her paranoid to even consider risking her future for that. she continues to strive for perfection instead of wholeness :/

on a lighter note.... she obviously studies pharmaceutical sciences. she sees a future for the company that her father fails to acknowledge. her father doesn’t know it but she aims to take the empathic route and use her fortune for a better cause.. to help make healthcare accessible for all. she’s got the fattttttest heart i tell u and believes in good karma. 

i said this in the app and ill say it again........... Loves cheese bread. honestly bribe her with cheesy bread i dare u. it will work (  almost always )

runs track.... Just as good at this one as she is in running away from all her problems. Stellar performance

reads those motivational books.. ( yup. those ) 

studies hard. really will study all night and fall asleep with a notepad on her face and highlighter stain on her forehead. again, anywhere where she has to compete for first place, she will do anything to get that first place. and if she doesnt ???????? shes a thunderstorm. angry music plays in the background. she storms off. lips pursed. and takes days to recover 

really loves mysteries. and crosswords. the process of figuring out how to get from point a to point b... thats greta. 

and if she doesnt focus and set boundaries in her head, she doesnt know where to finish. she is the most Opinionated bitch. like she has a strong opinion about everything. even whether tomato is a fruit or vegetable. like she knows its a vegetable. Ok? 

she’s the biggest know it all!!!!!! she won’t ever shake on anything and if it comes to it, she will stand by her words until she’s thought about it in her bed for days ( even made a list of rights and wrongs to weigh out how truly “””””’wrong””””” she is ) it’s hard for her to back down. of course.... she definitely is wrong sometimes even if she claims otherwise </3 

basically always a spitfire... always thinks shes right. and to be fair , she kind of always is. greta is stubborn and sarcastic. her facial expressions are transparent ( almost to a fault ) and she has an unwavering determination to be the best....at everything. she wants to be in control of everything in her life, unfortunately thats not always possible and that’s when greta finds herself feeling tense, paranoid and anxious. but she’s got a good head on her shoulders... she’s curious and easy to feel comfortable around even though she is bad tempered 

kind of stupid extras

neat freak..... bacteria be gone!!!!!!!!!!

always called her parents by their name

doesn’t really have a relationship with her brothers but its because they treat her as less and she will not have that so again keeps contact to a minimum and bites her tongue when need be 

pays attention to her nails.... really likes when theyre painted pretty 

has a butterfly necklace.. its a symbol she can relate to :)

here’s the pinterest !!

and the playlist !!!!!

and stats but theyre so bad. ill fix them later </3

       beep me reach me for the wanted connections page weeeeeeee 

[theplumsoldier]

STAY THE NIGHT

Request: Anonymous asked: Hey x Can I request "just... stay for the night." with Negan x wife reader? I don't know if you still write Negan but if you don't, that's totally fine. The last thing I'd want is to make you do something you don't wanna do. I love your writing and thank you! ☺️❤️

A/N: took a long time and for that im sorry but i do hope i kind of lives up to your expectations or at least suffice, thanks for dedicating me your time

Pairing: negan x reader

Word count: 1882

Warnings: angst, vulgar language.

Negan realized that this time, he for sure had managed to sufficiently piss off his most admired wife, even if so it happened she attempted to hide her anger beneath the strong and stiff layer of a coated smile, gleamy eyes, and sweet dismissing voice. That was her usual way of managing, however now—now was not a time of such and she was in fact not merely angered consequent to his actions, no Y/N she was furious.

“And telling you this I must admit that until now it just may have been fear keeping me from bringing this into light, but your actions, words—not just toward me but the way you so seem to wallow in others’ dismay, it’s too much. You’re too far over the line, Negan, always glorying in the fear you put in their minds, as if the dead weren’t enough, you go and bash heads in to make a point! And even so, when you’re not running around showing what power you possess, you humiliate us, make us uncomfortable and you enjoy crossing people—that power you feel brushing your veins knowing very well if you desired so, they would lie dead at your feet. It’s where you get off, is it not?”

Your harsh, unyielding tone was enough to shut him up and from the way, his the crease between his eyebrow had let up and eyes pointed at the ground, you understood you had set his mind working. The rumination was evident in his the trepidation of his feet and his hand wandered to rub the side of his neck. The deep furrow returned and his lips parted.

“Perhaps you should lie down,” suggested he in a hushed, hoarse voice and offered his hand. He too had been yelling, although now it was your turn and it took everything in him not to let the defensive anger get the better of him. If anyone was a worthy advocate of alcohol it was Negan, and being more than vaguely familiar with the substance you held by the neck, he too, knew of its effect thus where this bold truth originated from.

“Have I really figured you out, is that it? Are my presumptions fairly mistaken? Am I stubborn to make these accusations or am I stubborn to speak of them?”

“Y/N,” he spoke, warning you to not go on but you had him. You had him right where you wanted and this was the moment of truth where if not everyone would be exposed to his self, you would and perhaps that would earn you some respect.

That was at least if you did not get yourself relegated.

Then again the world was doomed and you could not care less; not in this befouled state in the least.

“Let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

When he went for your wrist, Negan was surprised when you lashed out for him, the bottle falling from your hand and spilling on the fine carpet beneath you. Nonetheless, with no problem, he managed to evade your wrath for at was slovenly and without aim and deriving from a maudlin woman rather than a determined one. When your imbalance pushed you to the ground, he was quick to catch you in his arms.

It was not until your eyes finally brought themselves to connect with his wide, concerned ones, you realized how pathetic you must appear to him. As if he had made an advantage or invaded your personal space, you shoved Negan off of you and wen to sit on the bed as you found it impossible to stand still while tall.

He repeated your name and your hands went to your head, eyeing the nauseating liquid soaked up by the carpet. Moaning out your brood, your back collided with the large bed. One of the several perks of being a wife.

What would you have done had it not been for Negan? You did not know, truly.

You probably would lie half eaten in a street somewhere, no pride, no consciousness, no brain. Would it be better than this? It was no joyous life compared to what you believed it ought to be, but you were alive, you were somewhat happy and you had a husband who showed appreciation for you. In spite he was not yours alone, he was indeed better than the one you had left in your previous life and had it not been for Negan, you would not have all this.

You would not even have the chance of getting carelessly drunk and albeit bringing you nothing but misery in your current situation, you understood he was doing he best. He might as well rid himself of you whenever you got difficult to deal with – and that certainly was a number of times – but he never did. Negan never considered doing so, for he enjoyed your company more than anyone’s—even now as you dug into his torn heart, practically bringing him to his knees as you pointed out the worst in him, he rather would be with you than another wife. You were not just a wife, you were the wife. You were his wife and when it came to it, you were proud to be just that.

Your cheeks were wet, you noticed just then.

“I’m not crying,” stated you, more for yourself than Negan.

You could hear him moving around in your room but you did not care enough to look up as you wiped your eyes.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“I don’t cry.” You were insistent and whilst you knew as much as Negan that you had nothing to prove, you felt compulsory to convince yourself you were better than what you currently appeared to be.

Then you discerned how late it was must be for it was dark out – it had not been when you had begun drinking – and your throat was sore, from the yelling, from the crying, from the hard liquor.

“Leave.”

Negan placed the bottle he had collected from the floor on the top of your dresser, his finger brushing the red petal of a rose standing tall and lonesome in a vase as he craned his neck. “What?”

“Your presence is disturbing—I cannot think,” enunciate you, your voice sharp and snappy but laced with this slur.

Dismissive of your words, Negan sauntered around the dim room, cleaning up the mess you had made during the process of your pitiful rage. Going on and cursing his being as you were there in your bed, Negan blocked out your voice, hearing nothing but a buzz over the sound of his thoughts. None of it mattered anyway. At least no more than those other times you had made it clear how little you liked him. This time was only contrasting to the rest as he was merely taking it all in, agreeing with some to for you did seem to have him figured out. And though he hated that, even felt anger toward you for seeing right through him, he simply listened.

He did enjoy the control. Who wouldn’t? he thought and a point stuck to that. He was only dissimilar from the rest because he had been the one fierce enough to claim it. He had built his way through this horrific world, trotted down his path and killed to get to the top, he had made his name known. Now he had it and it was something to be savored.

“Lie on your side,” said Negan finally and you groaned out as if you had not just prayed he would respond to your insults. This was not the reaction you wished for, yearned even; your blood was boiling, you wanted his to do the same. You had been screaming at him, spilling your emotions in such a poignant sense. You were alone at this moment and to you, it was a vulnerable one.

“Stop telling me what to do.” Groaning, you shifted and tugged on the sheets around you. You eyes were fixated on the ceiling and the alcohol coursing your system enabled you to feel the rotation of the world. At least it felt like it while you were still on your back. “I’m not sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.”

You were right.

Only you were not well within your rights to point his insecurities out, bring him down like so and make him loathe himself. It was brutal to his ears, but not alien. You were delineating him immaculately.

Negan was also aware this was how you vented. In spite of never witnessing you like this, he understood it was how you vented. Through alcohol and brutal honesty and he related to that on an unhealthy level. Seemed you managed to withstand a tad more force, however, seeing as this must be your first tantrum compared to his several. He found a certain form of rescue in sex whereas you were softer than that, more delicate. He was not good at that, or solely not bosom with that which was why he figured you rather would be alone; cry this one out on your own.

“Do you want me to help you out of your clothes before I leave?”

Your head turned to the side, the rest of your body following the movement and you drew in a sharp breath. “You don’t have to leave.”

“Didn’t you just—”

“No, no,” whined you out and sat up against the headboard making a “thump” sound as it paralleled with the wall. “Just stay the night.”

He shifted and Negan’s tongue darted over his lips, clearing his throat as his feet carried him to the side of your bed. Studying your figure spread out, tears staining your cheeks, red beneath and puffy lips, his head tilted.

“You’re so difficult.”

“So are you,” responded you and broke a slight smile but hid it just as it aired.

“I never know where I have you,” Negan admitted and sat beside you, his hand sliding across the smooth silk but you moved away, your back turned on him but you made room for him to take up the space—an invitation.

“That’s because I’m not yours to have.”

But you were, you knew that, too. It was part of the deal, it was the reason for your well thriving.

“I respect you.”

It sounded like a confession, like words he should not have spoken but they did not slip. Negan did not acknowledge the fact because he needed to make anything up to you, not because you needed to hear that but because he realized that just then and there. And you were the only of his wives in which he respected, perhaps the only person in the Sanctuary that he respected the reason as to why were countless.

The shift in the bed indicated he was beside you, but he did not touch you. His breathing was heavy and soothing, and exhaling with a sigh you turned to face him and put your hand on his heart. Soon your breathing matched his and your eyes grew heavier, lids closing in on you only allowing you a final peak of his beauty before you were to drift off.

“I know you do.”

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

UNKNOWN 01

Paring: Jeon jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, unexpected love

Summery: what if the famous front man of bangtan accidentally texts the wrong number thinking your his cheating girlfriend only it’s really you?

Notes: this story has no triggers. Just smut. Read at your own risk

                                                      *Unedited*

                                                    today  2:11 am  

+82 (02) 491-7265: I can't fucking believe you Lee Jieun! Did you really think that I wouldn't find out? That I would be blinded by the evil that is you. When was it that you thought it was okay to cheat on me? To break my heart? I wanted to be a good man for you! I changed my self for you now I don't know who I am anymore! For you even though I was weak I could pretend to be strong. Love is mad. This is so mad. I loved you so much and now what am I left with. Fake love? It's funny how I thought I could trust you. Give you everything, love you. But all I was left with was fake love. Thanks for destroying me. Destroying us. Read at 9:32am

                                                  Today 9:34 am

You: I think you got the wrong number..... Read at. 9:34 am

+82 (02) 491-7265: quit the bullshit Jieun! Why did you change your number like I wouldn't find out. Like I wouldn't be seeing you next week at the gaeyo dae jun awards? Like we won't have to be in the same room ever again!

••• typing

You : seriously You got the wrong number, im not lee Jieun.

+82 (02) 491-7265:

•••

+82 (02) 491-7265:

The person on the other side stopped texting and you wondered who this mysterious man was? Was this lee Jieun the famous IU? If so could this man be one of her rumored to be boyfriends? This stranger did say that they would see each other at gaeyo daejun a place for celebrities.... nah that's like a one in a million chance a celebrity could be texting you. Get it together.

+82 (02) 491-7265: wow you really stooped a low one Jieun 👏🏻👏🏻 thanks for continuously keeping up your act. You don't know anything right? You didn't cheat right? You love me still right?

You: dude

You: I'm not this Jieun girl.

+82 (02) 491-7265:

•••

+82 (02) 491-7265:

You threw your phone across the bed. Your hair disheveled. Light from the early morning peeked three the blinds and you hoped to start the day off right. But now you had someone harassing you claiming that you were a cheating slut named Jieun.

You peeked to see if the perpetrator had hung up or not. They hadn't. What was you supposed to do? Answer? No this was a stranger. Plus this stranger was angry.

Missed FaceTime call...

+82 (02) 491-7265: What are you so afraid of Jieun? Can't answer because it's really you. Can't face the truth. Can't look me in my eyes now? Don't wanna feel guilty for making me hurt for you? ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE. Malhaebwa! Tell me why you did this? Tell me why you got me over here crying over you? Tell me why you hurt me. Show your self! Delivered

You didn't dare look at the message. You only read it from the lock screen not knowing what to do or say to this person anymore. He was going ballistic over this one particular girl and you weren't her. It wasn't your problem. All you had to do was block him and be on your way. You didn't have to keep running in circles trying to get him to understand that you weren't who he thought you was.

Plus this other girl sounds awful. You would never have the heart to cheat on someone and break their heart. You kind of felt bad for the poor guy. Whoever he was.

+82 (02) 491-7265: oh no don't ignore me now! Your going have to deal with the consequences of your actions. Don't think that you can do whatever you want and get away with it. Delivered

+82 (02) 491-7265: ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE YOU CHEATING SLUT. Delivered

+82 (02) 491-7265: explain to me this! What was I to you? Was I anything to you at all? How come I fell for you so hard and lost myself only for you to give your self to someone else? Delivered +82 (02) 491-7265: tell me this why can't I see myself without you? What even is life now. I've been shooken up and I feel dysfunctional. I hate that guy. If I ever find out who his I'll beat his ass. Read at 9:56 am

You: •••

You: I swear I'm not Jieun. I'm y/n

Read at 9:56am

+82 (02) 491-7265: •••

+82 (02) 491-7265: prove it. Read at 9:57am

You: fine.

You: how what do you want me to do so you'll leave me alone?

read at 9:56

Your heart drop out of your chest and you didn't know what you could possibly do in a situation like this. You wanted to prove him wrong so he would stop harassing you but at the same time you just woke up and you looked a mess. Not that you had to impressed the poor boy but you would never let anyone just see you like this.

You rushed to the bathroom and combed your hair and brushed your teeth. Your phone kept going off in the background and you ignored it as you tried to make your self presentable.

He kept calling and calling as you tried to go as fast as you could. You pulled your hair back and quickly washed your face and payed it dry. You ran out to pick up your phone.

2 missed calls from unknown

You ran back to the bathroom to put some mascara on lightly.

You came back out and he had hung up again.

+82 (02) 491-7265: answer if you are who you say you are JIEUN

you: •••

You began typing A reply but-

You hesitated but continued anyways accepting the call from the infuriated man.

Connecting.....

You held your breath with every second about to meet the man from the other side not exactly knowing what to do next.

He paused as he took you and realizing who you were and NOT Jieun. He had made a mess and was unable to go back now. You wanted to smirk but at the same time you couldn't breath. There on your phone was the Jeon jungkook front man of 방탄소년단. You tried not to freak out so the only thing you could do was stair.

"I don't know what to say other that sorry for harassing you," he looked down looking sad more that angry. He seemed disappointed like he hoped you were her. Which was sad because he shouldn't want to see someone who cheated on him.

"I-it's okay, are you satisfied now so we can part ways." You wanted to run, run as far as way as you could from this situation this was one hell of a morning. Harassment and now you were harboring a deep secret that you wish you could forget.

He looked back up at you and you could see the hurt in his eyes and you felt bad. "Yeah I'm okay, but now I feel worse," he said stairing intently at you.

Your stomach turned and you couldn't sit still your eyes bouncing everywhere but his. "Why?"

"Because ..."

you raised your eyebrows waiting for him to continue.

"Because now you know who I am and what is going on how will I know you won't go to the tabloids and expose me and Jieun?"

You knew this was coming. Damn it you should have never answerd this call you should have never thought that him seeing you would fix everything it only made it worse. Like said you could have just blocked him and called it a day. You would have rolled out of bed just fine and now you were stairing into the eyes of a international celebrity.

This was a big no no.

"I won't I promise."

"That's what they all say," he sighed.

"How much money do you want yo stay quiet? How much would it take for you to keep your word,"

You drew your head back. " this is none of my business is has nothing to do with me don't drag me into this! You texted me and went off and exposed your self without checking yo make sure that it was her! I want no part of this and I don't wnat your money.

"Why because the magazines will give you more?"

"No because I'm not the type to take money from strangers or anyone for that matter. Listen I don't wnat your money I'll keep my word for free. I'll delete your number and pretend this never happened.

"Oh but it did,"

You sighed. You were annoyed.

There was a knock at the door from jungkooks side of the call. "We're leaving in an hour."

You knew that voice you wish you didn't.

"Okay, hyung," jungkook said his head turned around. "Oh wait jin hyung I won't be down for breakfast I feel a little sick."

"Okay, but get some rest before we all leave,"

Dae"

He turned back towards the camera and he looked at you. "I'll figure somthing out. You'll hear from me again. Don't change your number aresseo? I gotta go so I can get ready for today's schedules talk to you soon,"

He quickly hung up and your phone went back the home screen.

Great what have you Diddley done?

yes, hi. i started a new book. yes i haven't finished my other ones. yes ill eventually finish them. just roll along with it. if you follow me you should know by now that i cant get my life together, and i love starting new things just to not finish them. but you still love me right? i just have so many ideas and if i start them then eventually ill finish them lol

but tell me what you think? should i continue? does this style plot seem interesting? comment give feed back or ill start something else new! lol

[softforimjaebum]

1. sweet raspberry lemonade in summer

Im Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: This is the first in the series inspired by this post. I finally finished this today, listening to You Are on repeat. Hope you enjoy my sappy feelings for Jaebum and thank you for reading!

Music Recommendation 

moodboard made by yours truly

It felt like a dream to Jaebum. Here he was, on an impromptu trip to Jeju Island with his best friends and the girl he was madly in love with. You were cuddled in his arms, concentrating on the movie playing in front of you, but all Jaebum could think about was how lucky he was to be here.

Something about the sun setting in the distance and the beautiful day you had spent with each other made him really sentimental. He hadn’t told you he loved you yet, he never felt the need to do it. Jaebum believed in showing you his love rather than give you empty words so this need was foreign to him.

He never understood people’s need to tell the ones they loved that they loved them. He was a man of actions, lesser so of words. But he couldn’t help it. All the times he had scoffed at his friends saying ‘I love you’ to their significant others or making a big deal about the first time they said it seemed so petty now. Call it a strange turn of events, but he understood them.

Jaebum wanted to put it out into the universe that he was so madly in love with every single cell of your being, so much so that those words were bursting out of his seams.  He wanted to scream it from atop the highest mountains. He tightened his arm that was around your waist just a little more, pulling you as close as he possible could to his own body and you looked up at him when you felt it. You scooted back, angled your body so it fit with his. You smiled up at him and he could swear his heart actually melted. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, you turned your attention back to the movie, leaving him just a little breathless.

The kids, all five of his grown up kids, had demanded for time off of their schedules to spend some time as they saw fit. And as soon as the managers notified them that the company had agreed to give them a couple of days off, Jackson had made a few calls and booked them a beach house.

And off they all were to Jeju, along with Jaebum, Mark and Yugyeom’s girlfriends and a couple of their friends. They had reached the house late in the evening, none of them actually having any energy or the want to do anything but freshen up and laze around in their respective beds the rest of the day.

Jeju was a small place compared to what they were used to, and less populated too which was a welcome factor. The second day they had gone for a short hike along one of the many hiking roads in Jeju, all the boys wearing hats, masks and clothing that covered every bit of their skin, even in the summer heat in fear of being recognised by the people.

They soon realised they didn’t need to go through that much trouble, that a simple mask would suffice in the small city. It had made the rest of their trip a lot less anxious. If anyone recognised them, especially in moments they were with their girlfriends, it would get everyone in a lot of trouble seeing as in their chosen careers, announcing that you had a girlfriend wasn’t seen as beneficial.

After the hike, all of them had sat by the private beach that was a part of the beach house. Jackson had clearly shelled out for the privacy of a personal beach, and Jaebum for once wasn’t complaining about it. You and Jaebum had both been too tired to go in the water that evening, so both of you sat just a little farther up the beach looking over the rest of yours friends. That was the first evening you had seen such a beautiful sunset with him by your side, and when Jaebum saw you soaked in the red and orange hue of the dusk, a realisation dawned upon him.

He wanted to spend his life looking at sunsets with you. No matter where you were, which city or which country, he wanted to be by your side and he wanted to see the awe on your face seeing the sun set. You had told him long ago about your love for sunsets, but he hadn’t ever seen one with you. And consequently, he had missed out on how beautiful you looked this way.

The next day had been spent on the beach. They had all gone swimming multiple times in the day, whoever got tired had soaked up some sun on the beach while the rest were still in the water. Pizza had been ordered late in the evening, and Jaebum had gone out with Jinyoung to buy them some alcohol.

Their days in Jeju had passed quick, the next night would be their last here and they had an early morning fight the morning after that.

They decided on having a cozy night in, maybe catch up on some movies they had inevitably missed out on due to to their schedules. The sofas were not enough to hold all of them so they had moved the spare mattresses to the living room. Whoever fit on the sofas sat there, and the rest were huddled on the floor.

Jaebum tried to drift away from his thoughts and concentrate on the movie, everyone was laughing at something that had happened, and Jaebum just couldn’t keep up no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he gave up on it and opted to cuddle with you instead. He lightly nudged you away from him, sliding down until his head rested on your shoulders instead. You noticed this, straightening up for him, intertwining your hands with his when he rested his kissed your shoulder before resting his head there.

You were still keeping a keen eye on Jaebum. He had been awfully quiet and distracted the entire evening. But you had refrained from asking him about it, thinking that if he wanted to tell you he would. Besides, everyone was allowed to have their moments without being questioned about it. Now, however, seeing him so distracted from a Studio Ghibli movie (which he had once confessed were his favourite) made you seriously worry.

You leaned down just a little, and spoke quietly enough for only him to hear.

“You okay there?”

“Mmmhmm just…thinking”

He angled his face upwards to place a quick, messy kiss on your lips before telling you to not worry about him.

You knew pushing Jaebum was never a good idea so you turned your attention back to the movie, or tried to anyway.

Jaebum breathed you in, you smelled strangely similar to a drink that he was known to drink a little too much mixed with something that was so you; sweet, fresh, lemony. He couldn’t ever put his finger on it. He moved his head so his lips could place light, feathery kisses along your neck. He kissed up your neck, traced your jaw, and then began retracing his steps.

“Babe, you’re very distracting” you whispered, without removing your eyes from the T.V in front of you.

Jaebum didn’t respond, but he knew you could sense the lopsided smile that played on his lips before he went back to kissing your collarbone. He let his teeth lightly graze over the tattoo there, making you shiver involuntarily.

You let out a breathy laugh before shaking your head, adamant at not letting him distract you. But Jaebum felt needy, and needy Jaebum gets what he wants.

Unknown to you both, Jackson had noticed Jaebum’s little ministrations and he sighed loudly.

“Guys…you have a private bedroom for a reason you know!?” he exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention firstly to him, and upon following his eyes to both of you.

Jaebum refused to let up, just resting his lips on your neck when everyone looked at the two of you. You could feel your cheeks heating up, slightly moving away from Jaebum’s lips.

Everyone just laughed, much to Jackson’s disappointment, and didn’t really say much else.

“If you’re going to cuddle like that in public, you may as well let me join” he whined. Jaebum just raised his eyebrows at him, and Jackson rolled his eyes before turning away both of you.

The whole scene made you chuckle, you had cuddled Jackson numerous times; much to the distaste of Jaebum. But here he was, still being grumpy about him.

“Come outside with me”

This time it was Jaebum who whined, just for your ears.

Needy Jaebum got what needy Jaebum wanted indeed.

You nodded, and he was instantly on his feet, dragging you along with him to the patio outside the living room overlooking the setting sun and the ocean that had now turned a deep orange.

Jaebum led you to one of the lounge chairs, pulling you down to sit on his lap facing him. You put both your legs on either side of him and got comfortable. This was usual for you; when Jaebum got needy he wanted you as close as he possible could. You knew it wasn’t even sexual, he was just needy for you.

As soon as you settled down, he pulled you into a lazy kiss. You cupped his face with both your hands, thumbs grazing his soft jaw, fingers tracing down his neck and then back up. His hands were wrapped around you, needy and tight, wanting to never let you go. He kissed you softly, like he was suddenly afraid you could break if he kissed you too hard.

You smiled into the kiss before breaking away from him for a second.

“You should know by now that I won’t break if you kiss me harder” you said, still smiling.

He opened his eyes, smile identical to yours.

“I know” he said simply before pulling you in for another kiss.

You were still smiling into the kiss, he made you feel like a teenager; in the best ways. You felt the thrill and the excitement of young love, yet there was a certain stability with him that only came with something deeper than a teen love.

Jaebum wished he could freeze this moment in his memory forever, steal these moments away from time. He opened his eyes momentarily to look at you still kissing him, to take in your sun soaked face, and suddenly he was the one breaking away from the kiss.

You were visibly confused, slowly opening your eyes to look at him with glassy eyes full of love and lust.

And just like that, he wasn’t even thinking about his words.

“I love you��

He saw your eyes widen for a second, taking in his words, before a wide smile broke out on your face. Seeing you smile made him relax and sheepishly smile up at you.

“You have excellent timing, Im Jaebum” you teased.

Of all the times he could have said this, he chose today when the two of you were surrounded by such beauty. Its almost like he had planned this, but you knew him too well to know that he would never plan for something like this.

He pouted at you. “You’re supposed to say it back, you know?”

“Am I now?” you wondered out loud, loving the incredulous look on his face as he heard your words.

“Yes! Babe come on, you’ve left me hanging here”

“Do you even have to question it? I’ve been madly in love with you ever since you almost burned down my kitchen trying to bake me a cake”

He smiled widely at the memory. It wasn’t his fault, really. He was just trying to be a cheesy boyfriend for you and got a little too excited about it.

“That is what made you love me? You’re weird”

“You’re lucky I’m weird, Im Jaebum, because you are by far the weirdest nut I’ve known”

“But you love me anyway?” he said, his eyes gleaming up at you.

“I do” you said. “More than I could ever put into words”

[dawnowar]

2 more weeks

My broken/cracked/bruised/injured rib is now about 4 weeks in. It’s healing for sure and I can already do a lot more stuff than before and I’m generally pretty functional. Still hurts so Im still taking it easy and counting down to the 6 week mark which is about how long it takes to heal. 

Im so ready to start my January diet and workouts and get back in the good shape I was in before that run of sickness-partying-injuries that I’ve just been on for the last 3 months.  I’ve put back on all the weight I took off after partying too long after my endless 50th Birthday celebrations. I’m essentially gaining/losing the same 10lbs for a long time now but I fit in my clothes so much better when I lose it so I’m gonna go do that again.

Havent decided what to do for my Birthday this year but since Matt Tard’s moved away and I’ve jettisoned a lot of “friends” in the last year, and my out-of-town birthday date of the last couple years is in a serious relationship, etc etc etc.... maybe its time to do some other thing entirely. 

Maybe i was in a rut anyway.

I’m gonna walk. I’m not sure when or where i mean to do that exactly but I can’t really do any other exercise for the next 2 weeks I dont think. Maybe ill reevaluate that on Monday and maybe again the Monday after. But probably I should take it easy on the core exercises for a few more weeks. 

Then im gonna try and make it some priority not to injure myself anymore. Which is contrary to who I am. I like to live life and deal with the consequences later. It’s not that I think I won’t get hurt, its that im willing to deal with it if i do. 

Only now I’m not. I’ve been injured since before Halloween. I hurt my foot. took a week off to heal it and then it was party time so i went out and partied and got sick and was in bed for a week. Then I felt better so i went out and partied and I got hit in the mouth in a mosh pit. it was minor and you couldnt even see the swelling but I could feel it for a week. then I got hit in the face and got a black eye at the next one, stayed in till it was time to christmas party and then i broke a rib the week after. then i got sick again and im only just back in action now. I feel like i left out some sicknessses and injuries in that story too. 

Anyway I dont want to be sick or injured and I dont even want to party anymore. I just want to get back into my normal routine which is going to work and going to Jazzercise and eating low calorie foods and losing weight and being in shape and not being in pain and fitting in my clothes and feeling like I look cute and I want to go out and do stuff. 

2 more weeks.