#i told them i had hard time socializing send messages was too much i stop going on the internet even

[babypetri]

I miss sending funny videos to my friends

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for completely ignoring a very long and thought-out apology message?

TL;DR: Abusive ex sent me apology after two years of silence and I’m not sure I want to acknowledge it.

So I was in a very abusive relationship with my ex for around a year. I’m going to try not to go into too much detail, but I tend to ramble and this is a hard topic for me so I’m sorry in advance if this ends up super long.

When we started dating, it was great for the first six months or so. I noticed certain things that made me question if she could have BPD (intense jealousy, sudden mood switches, impulsivity, self-destructive behaviour) and encouraged her to speak to her therapist about it. She eventually did and was diagnosed with BPD, but she wasn’t able to get on medication for another few months. After that, everything seemed to just… completely spiral. She started to control who I could speak to (I was only allowed to be with friends for an hour, and if I was even a few minutes late she’d be blowing up my phone accusing me of cheating etc. and ignoring me for days), she wanted me to cut off every friend who didn’t like her or warned me about the relationship and would accuse me of disrespecting boundaries if I objected, she would shout at me 24/7 (e.g. we’d be talking fine, she’d tell me she had a headache, I’d say I was sorry, and she’d suddenly be yelling that she didn’t need my pity and that I was patronising her), she constantly tracked where I was and who I was with, she lied to me constantly about things both major and minor, and by the end of it she was physically aggressive. This eventually culminated in her cheating on me, me giving her another chance (zoinks), and her cheating on me again less than a month later with a man she knew had SA’d me in the past. After that I just couldn’t take it anymore and finally got the courage to leave.

This unfortunately made everything worse. She split on me - basically a BPD thing where your opinion on someone goes from love to hate or vice versa in an instant - and she made it her mission to make my life hell. For almost a year and a half after our breakup, she was sending things to my house, to my family’s houses, she was stalking my social medias and sending me death threats from burner accounts, all of her own social medias became solely dedicated to talking about me, and then the worst part - she knew I wanted to go to college to become a primary (elementary) school teacher, and so she called up the college I was going to attend and told them I was a pedophile. She went all out with this accusation and was posting it all over Twitter, messaging my friends, getting her friends to post it - it was crazy. Thankfully it did not actually affect my education because I explained what was going on and I had evidence that things she was saying happened were false, but it was a super terrifying and stressful time.

While that was going on, she used the fact I was an SA victim against me - at one point she told me to “shut up and go get raped again”, and another Tweet she made accusing me of being a pedophile was followed up with “Shame you’ll never get that teaching job, I hear they’re not so kind to people like you in prison”.

Making everything more confusing is the fact that every few months it’s like she’d switch back - she’d send me an apology message, tell all her friends it was a lie, get back in contact with me and tell me she was on meds and going to therapy and everything was getting better, and then a few weeks later she’d be posting about how abusive I was again and blocking me everywhere. It felt like there was nothing I could do - if I ignored it, she’d step it up to get a reaction, and if I did acknowledge it, she’d step it up anyway because I was reacting.

Finally, FINALLY, I threatened to get a restraining order and everything stopped.

Almost two years pass and nothing. I’m now happily engaged to a wonderful girl who was my best friend throughout that whole relationship and knew exactly how affected I was by it. I’m going to therapy, was diagnosed with PTSD, and have been slowly moving on. I still have nightmares about her, and sometimes things will get me (e.g. a few months ago I saw someone who looked like her on TV unexpectedly and had a panic attack), but things are good. Much better. I was thinking of it all much less, I wasn’t dedicating energy to it, I wasn’t even angry or upset anymore, it was just a past lesson I’d learned and didn’t need to worry about anymore.

Then last week I wake up to a message. Again, it’s been two years.

Now, this message was LONG. It was from my ex, apologising for everything she’d done. It was a genuinely nice message and clearly had a lot of thought in it. She said she knew it was selfish to message me when I’d moved on but that she had things to say for her own peace of mind. She said she was happy to see I was engaged, that she’s done a lot of self-reflecting and healing. She said she tried to date again and ended up “karma’d “ - that the relationship was scarily similar to ours but with her in my shoes this time - and that it had made her realise just how disgusting her actions had been and how badly she’d fucked me up. She made it clear she wasn’t looking for forgiveness or to reconnect, just to apologise.

Part of me is mildly skeptical because of the fact she’d apologised multiple times before and it never stuck, but the two year gap and the way it’s phrased makes me believe this is truly genuine. She seems to have matured and changed as a person.

Thing is, I just… can’t bring myself to respond. Every time I go to do it, I remember things she said or did to me and just can’t. I feel like if I just responded and said no hard feelings and explicitly told her I have moved on and am doing better, I could give her the same closure that this apology might eventually give me. It would be closing this chapter for good for both of us and I could just never think about her again.

And yet I just. Haven’t. I’m scared to open the window of communication again in any way, I’m scared it’ll be taken back, I’m scared that this will take me back to square one because she’s put herself back in my life (even tangentially) and now I’m thinking about her again after so long of trying so hard to heal.

So WIBTA if I just… didn’t acknowledge it? If I let her essentially wonder forever it it was ever seen or read because I just don’t know what to do about it, even if I’m potentially keeping closure from her for my own comfort?

What are these acronyms?

[silv3rswirls]

Worship me

Warnings: 18+, unedited, yandere au, idol yoongi, stalking, online harassment, mentions/fantasies of sex and masturbation, obsession

Note: I wrote most of this in an hour. No one speak to me, I am unheathily in love with this yoongi. Also, I didn’t have the brainpower to write a like actual story with scenes and stuff, so I’ll probably post the little blurbs and such to go with this.

Until recently, Yoongi never found himself absorbed in his social media. Other than his members, and close personal friends he didn’t find himself scrolling aimlessly or jumping to see anyone’s new posts. That was until he stumbled on your profile. He was bored one night, and couldn’t sleep as he tossed and turned in bed so he went scrolling through his feed to check out what the other members were up to. He huffed as he accidentally clicked on Jin’s likes rather than hearting them. 

He would’ve click off right away like usual, but he stopped at the last second to see your profile nestled towards the top of the list. He tilted his head, why not check out some profiles? It would pass the time and hopefully bore his insomnia away. Maybe it would have worked if he hadn't spent well over an hour just looking at your posts, reading every caption; piecing together some kind of life story to go with your admittedly cute face. He closed Instagram and called it a night, thinking nothing more of you.

Too bad he woke up the next morning, sleep-deprived and cranky; only to open Instagram and scroll. Just for a few minutes to wake up, but eventually, he found himself typing in your username without much of a thought as to if you had posted- you had. He had to stop himself from liking it. What was he thinking? He could only imagine what would come from his official account liking some random girl's post just minutes after she posted it.

No more, he told himself, there was no need to go to your profile to kill boredom. He got ready for the day and headed to the studio to do something far more productive.

Productivity came hard though, as every day his desire to check your profile grew. He couldn’t help it, you were so cute and your posts were addicting- there wasn’t even much special about them, Yoongi told himself one evening, but still he looked. After a week of taking in every selfie and photo, reading your captions closely, and making his way through your older posts; he had completely sunken into the never-ending hole that was stalking your profile. He made note of everything you did, your likes, what you ate that day; it felt weird at first, but every day he found himself caring less and less. He was alone, doing it in his free time. You posted it all for people to see, so didn’t he have a right to look?

Every few minutes he checked for your updates, he hated not being able to follow you. Sometimes the temptation to do so struck him hard, but he held off. He wanted to comment, and tell you how beautiful you were. How much he loved your interests and humor, hated how you interacted with other men in your comments. He wanted to talk to you, this wasn’t fair. Didn’t he deserve to talk to you?

Yoongi was drinking more than usual, why? He couldn’t say. Maybe sipping on liquor and staring at you has become his new favorite pastime. He spent god knows how long locked in his studio doing it, his work neglected as he favored you. He’d get tipsy, get flirty and think about everything he’d say to you. He typed it out sometimes, teasing the idea of sending you a message. 

He wanted to send them, so badly.

He’d get upset, start drinking more and then get sloppy with his messages. They turned from light and flirty to downright awful. Paragraphs filled with how much he wanted you, in every way he wanted you. How he thought about going to that cafe you were always at just to see you, how he wanted to give you everything, how he wanted to touch you; how he wanted to fuck you and never speak to you again, or how he wanted to be with you forever. Use you. Love you.

Sometimes he would get a little too worked up thinking about, staring at pictures as you went out in cute outfits with your friends. Tonight was starting to feel that way, he was leaning back at his desk, eating up your new post about going out to the bar with some old friends. You weren’t that dressed up, inches of your skin weren't on display. You looked how you usually did, but Yoongi found himself shifting in his seat uncomfortably as his cock twitched in his pants. He was growing warm, mouth a bit dry as he m ogled over your pictures. Never had he considered himself to be so needy like this, but he couldn’t help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock. Just thinking about you did something to him, made him want to whine for you to touch him; be with him.

He stood, one hand keeping him propped up against his desk as his head lulled down, little grunts and half moans filling the dark studio. His eyes fluttered open, looking at the space of the empty desk beneath him. He could imagine you laying there under him. Thrown with care in a rush of passion, his hungry eyes traced your every curve. Sometimes his fantasies felt so real, in the daze of lust he’d reach for you under him only to be reminded that you weren’t there.

He’d wake up the next morning and feign guilt for even thinking to speak to anyone that way, but deep down he knew he had passed guilt a long time again. What he said was true, and he wanted you to know it. He never felt guilt for getting off to the thought of you though. You were always posting such cute photos, didn’t he deserve to do it?

Two months into his insistent stalking a new face started to appear in your posts. Though you always said he was a friend in your captions or comments, Yoongi felt an immense weight of jealousy on his shoulders every time. Sometimes he could barely look at your profile, you posted too much with that damn guy. It pissed him off, unreasonable anger boiling in his as he gripped his phone tighter and rolled his eyes. The way you let other men put their hands on you. His arm was thrown over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear, or how when he held your waist in one. 

He’d get drunk and think about all the nasty things he’d call you, and all the horrible things he’d do to that guy if he ever saw him. 

Call him insane, but he created a fake profile just days after so that his fantasies of talking to you could be true. Still, locked in his dark studio with desire squirming and eating at his insides, he went all in. He couldn’t calm himself down to play it cool- he was damn near begging you to stop posting that guy, to accept his affection and not his. He went on and on about you, how he had been watching your profile- how one day he saw you at your favorite cafe, that he waited for hours hoping you’d come.

You read it but didn’t reply.

Tonight he was fuming, and a bit tipsy as he looked at your new post. He wet his lips, eyes burning as he kept a hard stare on his screen. Whoever that guy you are with was, he looked pathetic. Yoongi could only sneer. If only you knew that he had messaged you, not some random faceless man, but Min Yoongi- the Min Yoongi. Far superior to any random man you would ever post in your feed.

Rather than continued to gravel at the will of your Instagram feed with fucked up fantasies of you, occasionally hoping to see you in public and just look at your beauty. He should be making you chase him. If only you knew, you’d be at his fucking feet in an instant. The image sent a thrill to his head. He didn’t care about keeping his ego in check anymore. He was Min Yoongi; a genius producer, a worldwide superstar. Other men could never compare, you should be at his feet begging for every part of him.

He deserved you, how dare you disrespect him? How dare you not reply to his messages, shouldn’t you be grateful? You post so much, didn’t you deserve this?

He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind clouded with lust as he stared at your story. You were laying in bed with your cat, smiling as it walked over your stomach, the camera panning up to your smile as you giggled. A harmless video was no longer harmless to him, everything set him off. Everything you did made him want you more. He couldn’t recall a time that he had yearned so hard for someone, but it felt so good. He lets out a light sigh, rubbing himself over his jeans as he thinks about how you’d look so much better laying in his bed, or over his desk, or anywhere as long as he was there.

Though, he didn’t whine for you or think about how much he wanted you with him; he thought about how he deserved your presence. You should be here letting him have you, he deserved it. He was Yoongi, you should be here all over him. His eyes passed over his liquor bottles sitting untouched, he had stopped having to get drunk to think about you this way weeks ago. He ignored what that said about him, or how it marked how he was changing every day; falling deeper into a worse person.

He didn’t care anymore, he was Yoongi. He could do what he wanted, he had every right to treat you like this in his head and through the messages you still ignored. He wondered for just a second what the others would think of him if they found out. One day Namjoon had almost seen the messages on his phone, and Yoongi almost challenged him to see them and say something. So confident in his obsessions he was. 

He was Min Yoongi after all, he deserved to have you at his feet worshiping him.

[alltoolewis]

Better man- Mason Mount

She's back with another Mase fiction and this time it is nothing, but angst so prepare your Kleenex tissues! This is inspired by my favourite Taylor swift song, better man (listen here), in celebration of midnight being released!! I have missed writing angst so much & feel a little bit proud of this! (*unsure if I want to do a part 2 of this, so please let me know how you feel about it becoming a series if I do!) Love you all ✨

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Summary: When Mason's fame changes not only him but also your relationship, you don't hestiate to escape from his damages before it's too late... but when you get invited to Kai's party you a forced to face the ghost of who you left that night!

2 months ago...

Your breath hitched as your hand touched the cold door handle, the old wooden frame being the only thing separating you from your new future and your present. Glancing back towards his living room, where memories of unforgettable times hung on the wall... memories of when everything was fresh and new... The whole setup felt like a slap in the face, it was a constant reminder of what you both used to have, what you still could have had if he didn’t ruin it by following the typical life of a footballer...

Your relationship with Mason use to be sweet, exciting... one that people would look at and wish that they had. It was like a fairy tale, a shy girl who grew up with barely anything but somehow wanted to become a bestselling author, meeting an aspiring footballer who didn’t know anything other than playing the game. & Although 2 years of that fairy tale were a dream, attending his matches, and watching him become one of the most successful footballers in the world while he watched your dreams of becoming a top-selling author come true, like many fairy tales, yours started falling apart...

While Mason’s career reached a new level during the euros so did his public figure... everyone knew he was, which made your life as his girlfriend much tougher. You tried to ignore the amount of female attention he was receiving but it became harder once your pictures together became flooded with hate comments and your DMs were crowded with death threats. At first, Mason acted like your hero, shutting down any hate you got and being your shoulder to cry on when things got out of hand, but the more attention he got & the more women threw themselves at him the more you felt like you were losing him... losing the mason that you knew and loved for 2 whole years!

It started out with simple things, like going out to public events alone claiming that partners weren’t allowed to attend, although their Instagram stories told different stories the next day.  Being the introvert you were, you let it slip, not questioning it at all as he continued to blow you off for more parties and secret getaways with the ‘lads. The next stage of your declining relationship came with the deleting of images of you together... Mason claimed it was to stop the hate you were rapidly getting, saying that if the images of you together weren’t there people wouldn’t attack you as much & you almost believed him, that’s if you never saw the long list of Instagram messages he was getting from models some even opened and replied to, but like everything you turned a blind eye at... in yourself believing that if you didn’t read the messages he was sending they weren’t there, but of course they were...

The final stage of declining came tonight. Mason claimed he was going out with the boys again, although it was the 3rd time he had done so in the last week, and despite the fact you didn’t want him to you weren’t the type to beg him to stay and you certainly weren’t the girl to keep him on a leash... so you let him go! Your mind was spinning with ‘what ifs and made-up scenarios of his actual whereabouts, and no matter how hard you tried to push them out they kept coming back. Trying to distract yourself from it, you kept yourself busy on social media, interacting with all the friends you hadn’t caught up with for so long. & it worked like a dream till you came across an Instagram story on Ben’s private & that’s when you saw it...

Mason was sat on Ben’s sofa, not a care in the world as a familiar-looking girl was straddling his lap, their lips interlocked as one of his hands ran through her hair while the other hovered over the small of her back, an action that you were all too familiar with but haven’t had in so long, making you feel a stab of jealously despite him belonging to ‘you’! As you looked closer at the girl, you finally put the pieces together that she was one of the many that he had been messaging and claiming that she was nothing but a friend... That’s when all the dismissed feelings crashed down upon you, the secret rendezvous, the Instagram messages, the slight smell of expensive perfume that didn’t belong to you hovering on his clothes along with the red mark visible on the neck that also didn’t belong to you!  All the times he held you close at night, saying how you were the only girl in the world that he wanted that & that he didn’t want to think of a world without you were lies... they were lies!

Looking at yourself in the mirror like you did many times before, you didn’t recognise the girl that you once saw... this one was broken, betrayed instead of in love and at home. Your friends had warned you that this would happen, that one day you would wake up with a reality check and be reminded of your worth, but you didn’t listen to them either... and now you were one and truly broke!

 Not wasting another minute, you threw everything into your suitcase as mascara tears ran down your cheeks leaving a permanent stain! & That led you to now... with your hand on the cold doorknob questioning everything... you knew if you left there would be no going back, you would never be able to see him again, never be able to hold his hand or kiss his lying lips but you knew as much as you would miss it all, you deserved better... so without another thought, you opened the front door, the cold air blowing in your face as you stepped out of your comfort space for the last two years, closing the door behind you, you sighed, knowing this was the bravest thing you had ever done.. letting him go!... with one step in front of the other you walked yourself to your car, leaving everything in the pass...

Leaving him!

*Present day*

“C’mon (y/n), you have to come!” Sophia sighed, as once again you shook your head at her suggestion to come to her boyfriend’s party “Kai would love to have you there... he misses his little sister!”

“I miss him too!” You exhaled, not even remembering the last time you had seen the German national. Since he arrived at Chelsea 2 years, you developed an unexpected friendship with the couple, with Kai being one of the only friends of Mason’s that you trusted. But since the end of your relationship and the way it happened it happened abruptly you shied away from anyone that knows him on a deeply personal level including his family, friends, and colleagues & unfortunately Kai went under that bracket. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that, and although cutting them out was unfair on their behalf you couldn’t handle hearing his name or how he had been without you, so you let any chance of that go!

“Then come... please!” Sophia begged, her blue eyes pleading with yours “It’s been months since you last let your hair down, you need this!” You knew she was right, even before your relationship ended you stopped going out to parties or events, of course not because you didn’t want to... because he didn’t want you to!

“I’m sorry, soph... I just don’t think I’m up for it, I’m not a party girl anymore...” Ignoring her gaze to stop her from reading your lie, you turned back towards your kitchen to continue what you were doing before she came to see you.

But not giving up she followed you, hot on your tail as a frustrated sigh fell from your lips “Oh please, (y/n)! You’ve never been a party girl...” ‘damn it..’ you thought, forgetting for a moment that she knew you better than anyone else “Enough with the excuses... you don’t want to see Mason do you?!?”

Your body froze as she spoke his name, the memories of that night flooding back into your mind, that word was forbidden in your world now... everyone that remained in your life from the clear-out knew that, but clearly, she didn’t care...

“Don’t say that name...” you glared at her, tears brimming your eyes as every message sent, every night he spoke lies to you, every time he came home smelling of a different girl came rushing back. You tried your best to move on from him, to be able to hear his name without wanting to break down on the floor. But when someone hurts you that badly, it wasn’t an overnight task...

“I’m sorry (y/nn) ...” Sophia sighed, immediately going up to you, wrapping her arms tight around you as you sobbed into her shoulder. She saw the permanent damage he did to you; you were a completely different girl than the welcoming one she met 2 years ago. You turned closed off, guard immediately up the second someone new walked into your life & it was all his doing!

Rubbing your arm gently till you calmed down, she sighed “I’m sorry for bringing him up lovely, but I’m right, aren’t I?” Not finding the words to say, you nodded, sniffling as you messily rubbed your face. “I don’t want to go back there...” You whimpered, exhausted eyes looking at her “I know if I see him again, I’ll fall... I don’t want to get hurt when I’m finally seeing my life without him...”

“He won’t hurt you anymore (y/n), I promise...”

“Not intentionally soph.” You sniffled “But he will, he always did..”

“When was the last time he called?” Sophia wearily asked, knowing that since you left Mason hadn’t been the same too, one of the perks of being a part of both of your lives. Of course, if she had to pick a side it would be yours without a doubt, he treated you like shit & if any man ever treated her that way, she would have done the exact same thing! But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel an ounce of pain for Mason, he was left in the dark, not given any clear explanation of why you left or any chance to explain... and if he deserved one was up to you!

 “Last night...” You whispered, “He said he wants to talk... that life is not the same anymore & he misses me” You acted like you couldn’t remember it as you briefly explained, but the truth was you knew the paragraph off by heart, reading the message over and over again until your tired eyes fell shut.

“Why don’t you try and come?” Sophia sighed changing the topic slightly as she noticed the tears coming back in your eyes “If you don’t feel like it you can leave... straight away! I’ll even drive you if you’d like. But you need this baby”

“I don’t know soph..” You muttered, closing your eyes as you put your head on her shoulder “What if he see’s me”

“Then I’ll lock him in a room!” She laughed, causing you to raise your eyebrow up in confusion “I’m being serious, I’ll distract him if he is already there when you arrive while you say a quick hi to Kai and then you can go into a different area... I’ll be on Mason; I mean ex watch until you want to leave!” A smile etched your lips at her thought-out plan, making you feel guiltier if you didn’t go...

“Okay.”

“Okay, as in you’ll go or...?” Sophia spoke, the happiness clear in tone as you nodded your head “Yes soph, I’ll go!” You laughed, as her squeals echoed around the kitchen “As long as you promise to be on ex-watch!”

“I promise, I promise!” She screamed, jumping up from the kitchen floor as she jumped around “Omg Kai is going to be so happy, Thank you! Thank you!”

“I’m doing this for him though...” You mumbled, allowing her to pull you into the hug “Not anyone else!”

“I know lovely” She smiled “I know!”

You didn’t know how tonight would turn out if you’d even be able to step one foot in the club without wanting to run a thousand miles. But you knew it was needed for you to be one and truly moved on, it was the final step of freedom and fear you had to take!

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After taking just under 2 hours to pick your outfit, you finally decided to do a classier clubbing look than sultry, you weren’t trying to find a man to hook up with in there so what was the point? Despite Sophia saying you should go more out; you decided on a pair of leather pants and lace cropped cami top hidden under your signature vanity jacket.

‘I’m here’ you sent to Soph as your taxi pulled up in front of the club you hadn’t stepped foot in for so long. There was one time when this place brought you joy, allowing you and Mason to let your hair down after a stressful week. But now it only brought you misery, another constant reminder of your past.

Once you got the all-clear to go in, you took the big step, instantly being hit with the smell of familiar alcohol and loud banging music you could never stand. After reading the text of where to find Kai again, you headed straight to the back of the VIP section, stopping a couple of times to say hi to old friends some of whom you haven’t seen since the breakup. You didn’t even need to find Kai, as you got spun around into a bear hug “Omg what the hell are you doing here!” He gasped, spinning you around in a hug as your laughter got drowned out by the music.

“I couldn’t miss your birthday could I!” You laugh, ignoring the fact that if it wasn’t for his stubborn girlfriend you would have.

“I should throw this at you, y’know?” Kai hissed playfully, lifting his glass of alcohol that was sure not his first of the night “How dare you cut me out like that? You broke up with Mason, not me!” You winced slightly as he spoke the dreaded name, of course, he wouldn’t know that.

“Look Kai I’m so sorry-” Before you could try and explain yourself, he wrapped his arm tight around you, silently telling you that he forgave you. “I know why you did (y/n)” he sighed, giving you a slight smile “I just wished you’d let me help you, I could have been there for you... what kind of friend am I if I’m not!”

“You’re here now...” You smiled, holding him tighter “That’s all that matters!” Your words gave him a small indication that you still weren’t hundred percent over Mason’s damage but not wanting to push you any further he just smiled. “You ready to party then tiny?” he smirked; the playful nickname he used so many times before instantly hit you with a warmth of familiarity. “Of course, I am king kai” You smirked back, grabbing a glass of wine that someone passed you “Let’s get this party started!”

What was supposed to be a quick exchange between you and the German international, turned into 3 hours of partying! Everyone watched in awe as you swallowed down drink after drink, half of them watching in the excitement that you were finally letting go of your past while the others watched in concern... those being the real friends!

“Right missus, that’s enough!” Sophia laughed pity, as she took your 7th cocktail out of your hand “I think it’s time we get you home, eh?” Ignoring her words your hand flew straight back for the drink “Please just one more drink then and we’ll go, please soph! I’m having fun!”

“How about some water then?” Kai quipped in, a glass of pure liquid already in his palm as he came to his girlfriend’s aid. Knowing that there was no way you were going to win an argument with Kai, you took the glass pouting as you swigged the water lightly. Soph guided you to a quieter part of the club, a room that didn’t have a soul in it much to her and your delight. “How about you stay here for a little bit?” She sighed, helping you down onto the couch in the corner of the room, wiping a lose thread of your hair that had fallen and stuck to your forehead.

“Where’s mase?” You mumbled quietly, not knowing what you were saying as the alcohol slowly began to show its effects. “He’s gone, lovely. Don’t worry about him, okay?” Soph knew she shouldn’t have lied; she should have told the truth that she lost his whereabouts just under an hour ago. But as you sat relaxed and at peace in front of her, she couldn’t ruin it for you.

“I’ll be right back (y/nn)” Sophia smiled as she sat up from next to you, breaking the comfortable silence “I’m just going to let Kai know, and then we’ll get you home safe and sound”

“Okie okay..” You sighed, feeling a little bit better now that you were by yourself in the cosy room. You didn’t know how but you didn’t feel that drunk, you knew you were, but you didn’t feel it... until your head began replaying flashes of memories, sweet memories that you had blocked out so long ago, ones that you thought you got rid of forever. Him coming to your house with roses on valentines, creating celebrations together, your first Christmas, your first kiss... they all came back!

Closing your eyes tight to try and stop the pain they caused, you whimpered “please, stop... please please stop!” But there was no use, they kept coming... the first time you moved into his house, him surprising you at your book launch, all the nights tangled together under the bed sheets, they wouldn’t stop coming.

Being a slight burden in your flashback, the door creaked open much to your delight, however, your eyes remained shut assuming it was just your best friend coming back for you, you yelped “Oh thank god! Soph, we need to go... I can’t stay here... I need to get out..”

Your eyes slowly opened as the room remained silent, an instant regret as you saw the figure standing there not belonging to Sophia, instead it belonged to the one person you wished it deeply wasn’t.

Your body froze as he continued to stare at you, not really knowing what to say as he equally didn’t expect you to be there. “(y/n)...” He whispered, not wanting to startle you even more than he has done as you stared blankly across from him as if you saw a ghost “Are you okay? Do I need to get anyone-”

“Get out...” You mumbled; voice just barely visible as your eyes looked anywhere but his “Please just go...”

“No (y/n), you need help, your shaking!” Mason interjected, walking closer to you “Please, talk to me!”

“Please just go...” You repeatedly whispered, unsure if you were speaking to yourself or him “I need you to go, just leave me alone like you always did... you know how to do it, so just go! Turn around and go!”

Shaking his head, he froze, you looked weak. Drunk. Heartbroken... & he was the cause of it all “I can’t leave you like this... just let me help you-“

“Did you just listen to anything I said!?!” You snapped, taking you both of guard as you shot up from the sofa, legs unsteady as a mixture of the alcohol you had drank and the man you killed from your mind in front of you “I don’t need you to help me! To pity me! I need you to leave me alone... get out of here! Get out of my mind! Just leave me to peace...!”

“I never meant to hurt you like this” Mason mumbled, walking even closer as his hand went to steady you but of course you flinched back. Memories of his own flooded back to him as he looked into your shattered eyes... the day he told you he loved you, the day he told his family that he found the one, the day when you first put your feelings aside and let the magnet pull you deeper. But of course, with those good ones came the bad... the first message he sent to a girl that wasn’t you, the first time his lips landed on a pair that wasn’t yours, the day he realised he fucked up when he came back to an empty house & that’s when he lost it, lost you... “I messed up, I was a complete idiot (y/n)! You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, I didn’t deserve you.” His own tears threatened to escape his eyes as he saw the damage he had caused by his reckless behaviour “I am not asking you to forgive me, I know you’d never be able to & I don’t blame you. But please let me help you now, let me take you home, let me get you someone, just please don’t push me away when you need me the most”

A scoff left your lips as you listened to words “You think I need you?!?” You snarled, eyes meeting his for the first time without tears in them, instead being filled with anger “ha, you actually think that I need you right now... I haven’t needed you since the day you lied to me Mason! When you pushed me out your life like a loaded gun. God, I haven’t needed you since you put your dick into a different slut every week, telling me there wasn’t anything to worry about while you were partying with you lads & whores! & After that! after all that you put through you think I still need you! Your deluded!”

“(y/n) ...” He tried to interrupt, but just as you were getting started you weren’t finished with your verbal attack just yet.

“Why did you do it?” You whispered, over the noise of your heavy breathing “Why did you ruin everything that built... everything we worked so hard for?”

“Please don’t do this...” Mason breathed out, turning away from you in hopes to block out your heavy but truthful words.

“Why?” You laughed sarcastically, the alcohol one and truly speaking “Is it too painful Mase... is it to hard to think that you, the angel in everyones lives, the man that everybody think is perfect broke me! All because you wanted to fit in with the crowd, become the stereotypical fuck boy footballer... cause that’s cool isn’t it?!? Cheating on your girlfriend every single night because you couldn’t keep it in your pants! Making her feel so worthless to the point she thought she had to change herself to a girl that deserved you! So go... please leave. Find the next girl that will fall for your bullshit and be her because I am not going to be that character in your fucked up tail ever again! I gave you a chance to live the life you wanted when I left and never came back... so now it’s your turn to leave! Go live it.”

“I don’t want it for god sake!” Mason cried tears of frustration as he walked towards you with anger, not with you but his self “I want you, I only ever want you. I messed up okay, I hurt you when I swore I wouldn’t... but please believe me when I say I loved you, I still fucking do... & You are right, I did want to fit in with my friends, I did think I want that life but I don’t anymore. I just want you... When you left my world broke because you weren’t in it... and I know I deserve to be feeling that way, but I also deserved an explanation of why! I could have changed for you; I would have changed”

There was one time when seeing him cry made your heart break but know all you did was pity him and not in the good way. “You wouldn’t have changed!” You said rolling your eyes “You would have just laughed in my face and told me another one of your bullshitting lies, but not anymore” Walking towards him, your had jabbed his chest like a dagger to his heart as your eyes displayed nothing but hatred “You did this to yourself. You caused this... not me, not your friends or the media... you! I gave you everything, my heart, my trust, my soul and what did I get in return... lies and empty promises!” Your tears mirrored each other’s as you looked into the eyes you once fallen in love with “You are bad man, Mason Tony Mount... one of the worst kind and there is no fixing that... so deal with the damage you not only did to me, but also yourself! Good luck...” Without another word you pushed past him, feeling sober all sudden as your legs carried you out of the club. Your frantic run and silent tears gathered the attention of soph and kai who didn’t hesitate to follow you. They didn’t have to be genius’s to know what had happened, they knew there was only one person who could do this to you!

It was Mason’s turn to see a ghost as you ran out that room, once again running out of his life and this time for permanent. You weren’t the same girl he left that night; you weren’t the girl he fell in love with just to break... that girl was gone, replaced with heartbreak and a wall so high that not even the best climbers in the world could reach the top.

But that’s what love does... it takes an innocent person, feeds them false realities and get them tangled into a web of lies, leaving them to be just a shell of what they use to be...

He couldn’t help but think of what could have been with the two of you... marriage? Kids? Growing old together? Still in love? But he ruined that. & the sad truth was you might have been still falling in love...

If he was a better man!

[waratah-moon]

You don't know how much I ideas I have for you lol 😭

Reader x Steve but they get locked in their job during closing time 💀and then they pass the time by getting to know each other until someone comes recuse them! Then they admit their feelings

13. "Well this is awkward." Oblivious idiot Steve who's not that oblivious??? omg. 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: mean reader (she's very sorry), smutty implications... dom!Steve (if you squint) wc: 1.1k

"You've got to be kidding me," Steve tried pulling the doors again, but they just rattled and stayed locked. Obviously.

"I don't think they're going to have magically unlocked since the last time you tried," you sighed, sitting back on the chair behind the counter. "I'll try Keith."

Keith, your delightful manager, had been distracted all day. He had a date planned for tonight, something he'd told you at least 100 times throughout your shift. This had led to him completely forgetting about you and Steve in the back room when he'd locked up for the night.

"He'll be at the restaurant, or movies, or minigolf. I don't know where he said he was going I wasn't listening."

"I'm hoping he's gone home to get ready," you said as you held the phone up to your ear. Keith answered after the fifth ring. "Keith! You left before Steve and I could leave and now we're locked inside."

He sounded distracted. "Oh, is there a spare key in the back office?"

"The back office is locked," you said, looking at Steve who was fiddling with the lock on the front door.

"Right. I'm busy right now, I can come and unlock the door after my date."

You sighed, "when's that going to be?"

"Depends if I get lucky-"

You cut him off with a groan, "that is for sure an HR violation."

Keith huffed on the other end of the line. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll be there in a few hours, okay? Why don't you start inventory?"

"Will you pay us?"

He hesitated. "No."

"See you soon Keith," you hung up with a groan, putting your feet up on the counter. "He said he'd be a few hours."

"Do you have a hair pin? I could probably pick this lock," Steve asked, peering through the keyhole.

"Have you ever actually done that, or is that just something you've seen in the movies?"

"It can't be that hard. You just stick it in, wiggle it around and boom." He looked at you, a growing grin on your face. "Right?"

"My my my." Steve looked a little confused. "Stick it in and wiggle it around? Are all the ladies that lucky, Harrington?"

"Shut up," he mumbled, turning back to the door.

You pulled a bobby pin out of your hair, tossing it to Steve, which he didn't catch. "Knock yourself out, Macgyver."

Steve spent the next ten minutes trying to pick the lock, while you watched; half with curiosity, half with keen amusement. He only stopped when the bobby pin broke in half.

"Well this is awkward." You grinned, watching as Steve groaned and slumped against the front door. "You stuck it in and wiggled just a little too hard and it snapped." When he didn't respond, you elaborated. "See, I'm using the bobby pin as a metaphor for your dick and saying you're bad at sex."

"I got it the first time, thanks," he sounded a little defeated.

You continued, "I guess it shows you're enthusiastic, if not a little clumsy. But some girls like that. They find it endearing."

This had been your relationship with Steve for the past few months, since you'd worked at family video. You'd known him in high school, back when he'd been King Steve. He'd been a dick to you then, and now that he had fallen from grace, you'd taken pleasure at reminding him of his social awkwardness. Something you'd confided in Robin about after she'd asked why you enjoyed pissing Steve off.

"And do you find it endearing?" He asked casually, his head leaning back against the window. You stared blankly at him, not sure if you heard him correctly. "You said some girls find it cute when a guy is clumsy. Do you?"

Steve wasn't suppose to fight. The banter between you had always been one-sided, you were not prepared for him to bite back.

The truth was you did find Steve cute. You'd always thought he was good looking, even in high school. Although his personality had knocked his attractiveness down a few levels back then. But now you could unashamedly say he was handsome. He was a loyal friend to Robin, he was nice to those kids that were always hanging around him, and he'd even been respectful of Nancy and her new relationship. Steve Harrington had turned in to a nice guy. So why did you keep having to piss him off? You weren't even trying to at this point. It was just happening naturally.

"What, no witty remark? You haven't even answered my question."

"Well this is awkward."

"I'm just asking a question, you're the one who constantly brings up my sex life and makes shit awkward."

"Is it much of a sex life if you're not having sex?"

"See, there you go again. Why?"

You groaned. “I don't know, I can't help it.”

"I think you're jealous,” he admitted.

"Jealous?" You asked slowly.

"Yeah, jealous.” He was smirking now, "I think you have a crush on me."

"Me? Have a crush on you? Did you rattle that door too hard and smack your head? You're delusional, Harrington."

"You wouldn't be denying it so much if it wasn't true."

He'd seen right through you and figured it out even before you had. You had a crush on Steve Harrington.

"I only bring it up because it's mutual."

"You like me?" You stood up, stepping out from behind the counter to see him better.

He shrugged, "yeah, is that so hard to believe?"

"But I've been so mean to you," you whispered, sliding down the window to sit next to him.

"Some guys find that endearing," his smile was small. "Look, I know I was a dick to you when we first met and throughout high school. Robin told me what you said, so I get it. And I deserved it. But I've changed over the past year, I was hoping you'd eventually see that."

Your eyes were wide, and you nodded. "I have seen it, Steve. I know you're a good guy. I'm sorry for making fun of you, I think it's a protective shell."

"Like a ninja turtle?"

"Like a ninja turtle," you smiled. "Maybe if we ever get out of here, we could see a movie?"

"Or," he glanced around the store. "We could watch one now?"

"Deal. Teen Wolf?"

"Sure, I'll get the snacks," he stood up, holding out his hand to help you up. When you stood up, he pulled you close to him. “And by the way, when we eventually sleep together, you be too busy cumming to find it endearing.”

- Y'all remember that episode of Superstore where they get trapped in the store because the doors are controlled by corporate? That was my thought when I was writing this lol

[a-deed-without-a-name]

Butterballs 6? Plz? I'll pay you in virtual hugs?

Oh, hi, Butterballs Anon. Long time, no see. I thought maybe you'd finally gotten the message the last time I and everyone else in my ask box told you to cut it out (for the fiftieth time) because you weren't doing anything but making me mad, but apparently I gave you too much credit. Again.

(If you're new here, check out the "butterballs anon" tag on my blog, and this will make a lot more sense to you.)

I doubt you'll ever see this, since I suspect you only come to my page to send obnoxious asks, but I've got a few things I want to say to you anyway.

You've been harassing me for...wow, look at that, three years. Maybe even longer.

(Jesus Christ. Three years of your actual human life spent obsessing over a goof-off smut fic. I know I'm throwing stones in my glass house here, but...yikes.)

I feel like I know you pretty well at this point.

You've been told to stop. It has been made very clear to you by myself and others that you're making me uncomfortable and upset. You've been told I have lots of other kink fics you can read. You've been told you can write your own Butterballs continuation if you want it that bad. But you haven't done any of those things.

Because you "want" it. You "need" it. You're entitled to it and baffled I don't agree.

It's not a compliment, it's not a mark of how much you enjoy my writing, it's that you're accustomed to getting your way or think that you should and you're frustrated by the fact that you're not.

Your complete lack of regard for someone else's boundaries and your gleeful ignorance of my multiple clear "no"s do not bode well for your behavior in real life.

Maybe it's going a bit far to extrapolate this much from sparse online interactions, but again: three years. After being told a dozen times to stop.

You think you're fun and cute and goofy. You're not.

And I very much doubt I am the only or even most heavily-targeted recipient of your attentions.

I don't know anything about your sexual or romantic proclivities beyond how much you love fat kink, but I shudder thinking about anyone you've experienced attraction to. The harassment they've probably suffered. The way your obsession and lack of respect - because no one's a real person to you, are they? Just a vehicle for the fulfillment of your desires - disrupted their lives. You're the story they tell first dates about the creepiest, clingiest person they ever met.

God help anyone who ever had an actual relationship with you. I pray you're single. I suspect you probably are.

If there are any people you still consider friends, you probably haven't seen them in a while. They get together without you, express relief you're not there, talk about how fun things are without you. Or they invite you because they feel they have to, a la the Geek Social fallacies, but the group keeps getting smaller as more and more people decide they don't have to put up with your bullshit, and those who remain are constantly on edge. Waiting for another outburst from you. Dreading the day they come your next object of obsession.

Your relatives talk disparagingly about your parents, because of the person they've raised.

You've probably lost at least one job for harassment. Maybe even talking about your fetishes at work.

I suspect you probably hide behind neurodivergence. "I can't help it, I have ________." Or passion. You're just so friendly and goofy, a lovable weirdo! But it's not any of those things. If it were, you would have stopped at some point in the last three years.

You believe, deep down, you're entitled to other people's time, and attention, and maybe even their bodies, regardless of what they want and feel. You think that if you just push hard enough, they'll give in and you'll win. Life is a video game for you. You're the only one with thoughts and emotions. The world exists to serve you, and it confuses and frustrates you when you encounter something that conflicts with that belief.

You are a bad person, Butterballs Anon. Full stop.

I don't want a hug from you, virtual or otherwise.

I don't imagine there's anyone left in your life who does.

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's Note: Chapter 4 is reached! Pachipachipachiiii 👏 I'm still writing chapter 5 so please do be patient with me. Again thank you for the reblogs, I really appreciate a little help to spread my fic! I'll post something about it soon (´;ω;｀)

The Prefect and Grim, just recently, exited the Hall of Mirrors from checking the dorms of Ignihyde and Diasomnia and notifying its respective housewardens. Although both are occupied on their own activities in which the Prefect and Grim couldn’t disturb them from. 

“I can’t really tell if they’re taking the preparation seriously compared to the other dorms we visited first…Was the Saintess not worth preparing for?” Grim stated in a disappointed tone as he described how the housewarden of Ignihyde has been doing. 

Ortho Shroud, Idia’s younger brother, explained to them that he was told to tell anyone who asks for him a serious reason about his brother’s whereabouts. 

Everyone knew he had never set his foot out of his room for quite a long while after the incident with Styx. So, he came up with an excuse that his current state has not been too good and that he is grinding all day to get his favorite character’s SSR card from a shoujo anime based game that has recently released a new season.

Although, Idia could’ve just said that as not an excuse to not see them as they already understand how much of a shut-in he already is and how important it is for him to be such a simp to his favorite character. He even had the time to send a message to Ortho via voicemail that he doesn’t want to attend the Ball of the Evening as he thought it is like a social gathering and he might faint if he does meet the Saintess. 

This is how it went…

[Flashback] 

"Hello, Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and Grim! Are you here to see my older brother? I have to stop you here because he can't see anyone right now," Ortho with his usual jolly robotic voice greeted them in the hallway. It seems that he has been expecting their arrival at their dorm and waited there to pass a message as well.

"Hey, Ortho! We came here to notify you guys, but what's up with Idia?" Grim ran towards Ortho who had been floating at the corner and greeted back with a question.

"Ah, I came here prepared for that exact question! Big bro provided me voice recorded mails for you to listen in and get your answers," with a flick of a finger, a hologram showed up in front of them with an icon of a play button. Ortho tapped on that button, playing an audio of a tired male's voice.

"You might've been wondering why I have to record this when I just have to tell you guys upfront-"

"But that's a hard NOPE for that. There’s no way I’m going out just to do that so yeah, anyway…" The two glanced at each other as they continued to listen to the recorded audio file.

"First off…I hate social gatherings, as you all probably already know, so showing my face to the event would straight up be out of the question."

"Maybe showing up to meet the Saintess here at our dorm won't be that bad but I can't guarantee—like a guaranteed pity—it might land on soft pity though, that I'll be physically be there considering that I already know exactly who the Saintess looks like," the Prefect and Grim's eyes widened when Idia had mentioned that he had already seen the Saintess. 

But it wasn't clarified if he saw her in person or by stumbling upon an image that was secretly provided through the internet. This is when Ortho tapped the pause button as he caught on both of their surprised faces.

"Big bro and I have seen her before! She's already a well known influencer from the Magicam app."

"She was selected to voice a ghost maiden who was trapped inside a mirror that obeys anyone to answer their inquiries. It's an upcoming anime this month and we can't wait to watch it soon!" Thinking about another bonding time with his older brother, Ortho gleefully described the character in full detail. Yet he has to stop himself from babbling unnecessary information making him digress from the topic. 

"Ah, I've spoken too much. Let's skip the voice audio from 5:13 to 1:08:30! It seemed as though my brother spilled a lot of unintentional spoilers between those timestamps…"

"The audio he sent was an hour long?!"

[End of Flashback]

The prefect and Grim couldn't get any other details from the Shroud brothers other than their gushing about the most awaited anime series. This may have taken more than 30 minutes of their time, but they obtained new information about the Saintess being one of the top ranking influencers just like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.

"So she's like a famous voice actress or an idol? I don't really get what type of job they do, but that must be cool!" While walking down the hallway, two familiar students from Diasomnia stepped out of the room while carrying boxes with the use of magic. One of them is very insistent on returning back to their dorm as soon as possible. 

On the other hand the one tailing them from behind is trying to calm their nerves from creating havoc. Although his complexion is beginning to give the Prefect an idea that he's about to faint from exhaustion. 

"Silver and Sebek! What are you guys doing out here?" As usual, Grim loudly greeted them from across the hall, waving his little paw in the air.

The silver haired boy turned their way when he heard Grim's echoing voice from afar. "Ah, it’s you two…We were just about to head back and bring these decorations to the dorm as fa…Lilia instructed."

Looking at the large box Silver is carrying, some pieces of cloth are spilling out of the edge. Sebek caught the top cloth from the box Silver’s carrying from falling off when Silver began losing his strength to balance the box's weight in his arms. 

"All I see are a bunch of blankets…”

“I STILL DON'T APPROVE OF THIS IDEA!" Sebek yelled in displeasure, causing the two to wince from the ringing sound of their ears.

"What theme did you guys even come up with? A pajama party?" Considering the amount of blankets and additional fabric, Grim assumed that they’ll topple all of it to form a large fluffy bed.

"Huh! Not quite! And your guess is ridiculous. There's no way that our lordship would hold a lousy human party. Only Silver would enjoy such a thing," Sebek loudly yelled to keep Silver awake beside him while declaring his strong disapproval of their plans for the visiting hour of the Saintess.

"Sebek…Lilia and our housewarden had an agreement about this. There's nothing we can do about it," Silver sluggishly rubbed his eye while mumbling his explanation. "Besides, they knew how terribly bright the Saintess was."

"...What do those blankets have to do with her being bright?" Silver stalled in his words. Even Sebek could not explain it since he knew little about her. "Well…I was told she's similar to a star. Her glow never dies even in broad daylight or any light that reaches her. These blankets will be used to prevent any light showers."

"It may be already dim inside Diasomnia, but even the tiniest flame of a candle can make her reflect light." That was an exaggeration, right? It’s hard to tell from the way Silver looks while explaining a strange description of the Saintess. This specific description probably came from Lilia himself. Grim groaned due to the ridiculousness. Perhaps it was a metaphor that a small cat could not comprehend right away. 

Grim could only groan and glare at nothing after being called a cat through this narrative. The writer wishes not to disrespect the characters despite their race and status—but only for the sake of adding more sentences in this paragraph.

"Silver, let's return to the dorm now! You've shared enough insights with them today. Let's go!" As impatient as he is, Sebek grabbed Silver and started taking big strides after bidding them farewell.

“That’s one strange way to describe the Saintess, don’t you think so?” The Prefect could only sigh shortly. They are unsure if this information would be helpful to get to know the Saintess. The Prefect could only hope the said Saintess isn’t as blindingly bright as the largest sun of the solar system. Should they consider getting a pair of sunglasses? 

“Let’s just go to the headmage and tell him we’re done passing the message,” Grim agreed before resuming to head towards the headmage’s office. 

The office is just a few walks away and yet it feels as though the hallways get longer and longer. Each step they take, the floor gets stretched like rubber. No…the hallway seems to reflect the path behind them and yet the door of the headmage's office remained unreachable from a distance. 

Grim begins to sense something fishy in this kind of predicament. Has someone activated a spell? Is this some sort of prank? Unlikely—They have never encountered anyone who can manipulate someone’s vision, let alone hear someone cite a spell to perform such terrifying magic.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” As Grim exclaimed, something bright bursts out of the headmage’s office. The two barely avoided the running bolt of light and could only grab on the nearest pillar of the hall. Waiting for the force of the wind to calm, the strange light escaped and disappeared like a bubble.

“W-What was that…?” Still in a process of recollecting themselves, the two eventually went for a run to consult the headmage regarding what they have recently experienced.

Upon pushing the door open, the headmage whose current state is strangely haggard stood there, unbothered. The papers fluttered down all over his table down to the floor. Perhaps the cause came from the light that surprised them earlier. Yet his unfazed grin is evident behind the beak of his mask as soon as he caught the sight of the two arriving at a perfect time. “Oh joy! I presume that you have finally sent the message to our housewardens?” welcomed by the headmage, he immediately tried to fix his hat and hair.

“Yes, we have—but can we talk about what just happened earlier?!” The two explained that something bizarre occurred at the halls on their way to the headmage’s office. Grim’s point of view might’ve been an exaggeration as the light was twice his size. 

"Now, now—I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you could tone it down," Casting a spell to reorganize the papers from the floor, the headmage hummed as more questions followed after his statement. He eventually groaned in disbelief before telling the two to come closer.

"The light you just saw…could you guess who it was?" Who? That thing? That ball of light—that was a ‘who’? Who would’ve thought that it’s a person. As if a cat got their tongues, not Grim, Crowley sighed in disappointment as he was anticipating an answer from the two may it be a ridiculous one. Alas, he couldn’t get a single sound out of them in which he decided to give them a hint.

“No? Nothing at all? And here I thought you had been gathering useful information during the errand I have given you,” He shook his head before resuming, “Then how about this, a clue will be generously given to you by yours truly and because I’m so kind, I’ll let Grim join the Ball of the Evening if you guessed right.” Wide grins were slowly forming on their faces because of this condition. Although, the Prefect isn’t so confident to give the answer so they let Grim answer this one.

And so, the headmage began to clear his throat as he stated the promised clue. “This person’s related to mirrors. You may have seen something bizarre outside my office earlier, no?” That’s right…an unsettling magic cast upon the hallway does resemble how a mirror reflects what stands before it. What’s even more peculiar was that their reflection was not apparent—supposed the hallway was only affected by the spell. But who could cast such an overwhelming spell in the first place?

“I haven’t seen that kind of magic around…was it someone’s signature spell?” Grim asked the Prefect, however, they could only give him a shrug. Even if they searched for them, there were no students who could use a spell similar to that nor someone related to mirrors. Well, students of Pomefiore do use mirrors most of the time but it isn’t magic related.

Wait…Could it be…? 

There’s only one name that popped up into their minds. There’s no doubt, it must be them! “Maybe…it was one of the Mirages?” As soon as a familiar name was uttered, the headmage began to applaud as he showed them his satisfactory smile. He felt even more proud that his school teaches his students well that it must have paid off. Soon, NRC will take the lead if this continues! 

“Was it…the Saintess, headmage Crowley?” An even wider smile, they must’ve gotten the bingo already. But what could be the reason for the Saintess’ sudden visit? And leaving a large mess at that. 

“You guessed it right! Well, it is already an obvious answer to begin with. Nonetheless, I had a thought you might have a hard time guessing without a hint since the two of you barely have enough knowledge regarding other powerful mages. But I digress!” 

“But what could possibly be the reason she visited your office? It wasn’t even the time for her to arrive at school…” A very good question indeed. It would take days to travel from Shaftlands to NRC, yet it is also possible to arrive here much faster with the use of a certain gadget.

There’s only one family who owns such a thing for traveling purposes. Are they perhaps well acquainted? 

A lot of thoughts rushed all at once into the Prefect’s mind. They knew Rook just recently heard of the Saintess and news of her arriving at the Isle of Sages has yet to be announced. “Since you’re that curious, I at least need to share what has been weighing on my mind.”

“Please know that you must not share this to anyone else or else I’ll change my mind for making Grim join us in the Ball of the Evening!” The two agreed as they waited for his explanation. Going back to his seat and putting the documents on his table aside, his tone suddenly turned serious as he spoke out what he had recently heard from the Saintess. 

“‘I insist on canceling the event’—was what she said. I do wonder why she was so desperate to ask for something her parents and this school has arranged for her,” The headmage continuously grumbled as he seemed genuinely displeased of what the Saintess had demanded him to do. 

“Of course, I refused naturally. This is to celebrate her taking over her ancestor’s role!” It would truly be a shame to step down for an unexplained reason why she must get the event canceled. 

However, what comes next has left an even more wavering feeling within the office.

“And to my dismay, she asked for a request as the member of Mirage that I did not expect to hear,” staring at the Prefect and Grim without blinking, the headmage slowly worded, “If I tell you I foresaw something terrifying that might put your college to a grave predicament…as the headmage, would you simply doubt this ability I inherited since birth?” 

An ability that is considered powerful for a mage to possess…an ability that is said to be confidential, one that matches god’s power yet may be frowned upon by many—a soothsayer.

“Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College…despite my position to be named as the Saintess, I swear that my eyes are incapable of fabricating the future!” 

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[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

Okay, after that last post I feel as though it’s time to get back to our usual program, thankfully I’m feeling much better now and not as sad, although the situation still leaves some distaste in my mouth it’s not as overwhelming as it was last night. But that’s not what this post is about, I’m just going to be sharing an opinion I’ve been having and developing for a few weeks now and with everything that’s happened especially between the characters and Hades I feel as though it makes a lot of sense for me to think this way. Basically I don’t like how trauma is being used in this comic and I’ll tell you why.

I myself have certain issues in my life that I won’t be too specific about that a lot of people could say brought a bit of trauma to me. Sadly, it seems like you can’t live life without something terrible happening to you in some way or another, but that’s for another rant. Knowing this, never have I ever used trauma of my own as a sort of pass or leverage over others. When I get caught being moody or passive aggressive I don’t just go “oh well I have trauma so I just can’t be accountable for my actions” and in fact I can argue that many people who have trauma don’t do that. I just hate the message that it sends for people because we’ve seen this before.

I’m not sure if this occurred in late 2019 or 2020 but there was a bunch of people struggling with mental health and speaking out about it yet the viewers took the information they told them about and came down to the conclusion that they were just using it as an excuse to get away with things. Things that they accused them of getting away with had something to do with work, school, hygiene, socializing, behavioral issues, communication problems, etc. The people who accused them of this also said that the people struggling with such things wanted to be coddled, wanted the whole world to be shaped in a way that made them more comfortable which in my opinion shouldn’t be something to be looked down upon, everyone wants the world to be nice and comfortable for them why must we always have to sit through the violence and cruelty of others? You can argue that that’s life but I’m talking about in society, when you see a person struggling and wanting support why is your first reaction to “suck it up”? Just because life is hard doesn’t mean we have to be harder on others. Let’s make it easier for each other huh?

Anyways, I feel that same energy being created with Lore Olympus. It’s not in the same way but it is displaying beings who suffer from trauma becoming insufferable people because they cannot be held accountable because of that very reason. To me it feels like it’s feeding into the stereotype that people with mental illnesses only show it to get out of responsibility and such since that’s literally one of the key points with it. It’s not exactly a good look for people who suffer with similar problems such as Hades because nothing can be his fault because of his trauma, and honestly things like that already happen in real life. There’s so many people who already give bad people a pass because of their trauma and hardships that they’ve been through and allow them to keep being terrible people, and it’s very similar within the fandom too. When that Thanatos and Hades conversation came up there were so many people blaming Thanatos for “putting the blame” on Hades even though he had every right to, you don’t get to mistreat people because you have trauma that’s not how this works and we need to stop defending these bad acts before they start sinking even more to our realities than they already are.

Anyways, that’s the end of the rant. All of this is solely my opinion and I truly stand by it because it seems like it’s very very true. Which makes it annoying because people with mental health issues already get a bad reputation anyways, we should stop depicting trauma as some sort of accountability dissolver especially in fiction it’s just feeding into that same message from before and we’re finally (but slowly) accepting mental issues as actual situations that need to be helped and supported, we don’t need any more pushback. Listen, in no way am I saying that LO shouldn’t have explored mental health and trauma at all but at the same time it doesn’t seem to be diving into it in a way that gives it any… I don’t know. I feel like it’s more surface level stuff to me personally which is fine but I just wish it didn’t handle it in this way.

[sagaonline]

my old friend and now

The other day, an old friend of mine sent me a message. I haven’t spoken to her in three years, so seeing her name pop up not only in my messages but also in my Snapchat notifications was a shock. she said that she missed me, and that she really didn’t want to drift apart after we finished high school, but things sometimes take turns that we don’t want or expect.

I didn’t reply for a while. I worked a whole shift before I had the courage to say anything. Why was she messaging me now, after three years? I suspected it was because I’ve recently graduated from university, and I posted my excitement for the next chapter of my life on social media. Was that some sort of unknown invitation for members of my past to come back to it?

When I did reply, I said I missed her too. Honestly, I don’t know if I did. It’s always been hard for me to regulate emotions, the teetering line of feeling too much and not enough. Normally, when I fall out with friends, I push any thought of them as far away as I can, too desperate to not feel fear and upset at the fact that they aren’t in my life anymore. It’s the same with her, I hadn’t really thought about her since we last spoke. But the moment I wrote those words, they were real. That ache that comes with missing someone flooded my chest, that feeling of loss because I’ve missed such a great deal of our lives.

I don’t know what she’s like these days, and we used to be best friends in high school. That scares me. 

We had known each other all through high school, only really becoming super close in the last two years, and even more so in my senior year of high school. She was there for me when no one else was. We went to the mall together in our free periods and we sat together during our art classes, we hyped each other up for our major projects in Drama class, and she read all my essays with enthusiasm that even some teachers didn’t exhibit. I hosted tutoring sessions for classmates to help us through the final exams, and she attended every session, keen to learn things she already knew. 

She asks what I’m doing with my life, congratulates me with my recent graduation.

“What’s the next step for you?” she says, well, types. This is all over messages. She tells me she works as an ‘EA’ (or, ‘the office bitch’ as she dotingly refers to it) in the city, and she works full time and can’t meet until after the twenty-second. I’m happy for it, but I’m secretly jealous at how her life seems so put together at twenty-one, and I feel like I’ve tripped off a cliff and I haven’t stopped falling for even a second. 

“I’m going back for further study,” I reply. “I applied for my MA the other day, and I’m thinking of applying to work at our high school in the meantime. Full circle, and whatnot.”

“That’s so great! You’ve been talking about this for forever. I’m so happy and proud of you,” she replies. I don’t remember telling her about it when we spoke, but maybe I did. Another reason for me wanting to reconnect with her is because my memories of high school and elementary and everything in between are spotty. I guess, when I live in books and fictional worlds of the things I write, my own reality tumbles a bit. 

I remember, when I was first accepted into university, she was the first person I told. It wasn’t the degree I ended up doing, or at the university I ended up  going to, but it was something I was proud of and something I wanted to do at the time. I remember talking about that. It was for a school in the capital, working in forensic science majoring in chemistry and law. Crazy, comparing it to the degree I ended up studying (linguistics and language science). It felt like me, but I guess, linguistics is me now. 

We organize to meet up on a random Sunday, a date we will finalise more closer past the twenty-second, and we call it a night. I didn’t expect to hear from her again, but she pops up. She sends me a snapchat selfie of her at work, she texts me about whether I moved for uni like I’d always planned to and she asks what I do for work. 

“I actually have two jobs right now. I work in retail in plus size women’s fashion and I also edit novels and online publications and stuff,” I say. Compared to her fancy full time job, I feel a bit like a joke. Both my jobs are part time, and even though editing is something I love doing (hence, delving my life into reading and writing), it’s not good paying, and I work on one project every few months. Retail is a nightmare, as is any nightmare. It’s better than my last job, I tell myself with the intention of forcing myself to be happy for what I have. I used to work at a department store, and I had for five years before I left. 

I didn’t actually reply to her until a few days after about my work. I don’t know why, but I delayed it. Me and messaging people isn’t the best combination. Something about the tangibility and immediateness of it scares me, I think. It’s not uncommon for me to not reply to someone for hours, if not, days on end. There’s a video on Snapchat she sent me that I still haven’t opened, which is even more nerve wracking for me. 

When I did reply to her, it was in the early morning, and she replied a couple hours later asking if it was a store in our local mall. I replied that it was, and she said she was coming to say hello. 

I haven’t seen her in three years, and she’s coming to my workplace for a quick catch up chat. 

I get nervous when it comes to going to things I’ve known about for weeks, pre-prepared plans with my own family. Now, I’m meeting the girl I used to be friends with until we fell apart spontaneously, and I don’t feel a thing. I don’t feel nervous, or anxious, or nauseous like I usually do. I just feel like me, maybe a little bit excited. It’s not a feeling I’m used to. I walk around my small store for hours until she comes in. And when she does, I’m talking to my coworker who just started. And it’s not awkward. 

She tells me she’s moving into the city with her partner. She tells me her salary and her plans to move up in the company. She tells me how much money her company has spent on their Christmas party, and all I can do is swallow and stare at her. 

Her hair is different, shorter. Her face is different, like she’s grown into it, but it’s the same girl underneath. The same girl I had known for five years before we became inseparable in senior year. Her voice sounds the same, but she’s aged. She’s grown into this beautiful twenty-one year old and I look the same as I have since I was sixteen. It’s not that I feel jealous, I’m proud of her. It’s strange to see. 

When we were in high school, we used to joke that she would stay in this shitty town forever, without a partner, and still in the same shithole department store she worked in. She’s outgrown this town, and I can’t find it in me to hate her for it or be jealous that it’s not me. In high school, she played guitar and she sang and she would paint pictures in art class about what she was feeling like when she listened to music. Now, she’s flourished and she’s about to move out with her partner and start a life in the city, far away from the small town we grew up in. 

We haven’t had a chance to plan a proper-catch up just yet. Originally, when I thought she was still staying here in our town, I had recommended  a cafe we had visited many times before. Now, we’re talking about a shopping mall that’s local to her new place, with expensive bougie food that requires at least three pictures before fork can even be placed near the plate. 

And I find that I dont care. As long as I can spend time with her. We have a lot to catch up on. And I am nothing but excited. 

Saga.

[bratz-kitten]

the sun through the houses 

sun in the 1st house: you irradiate confidence and self-assurance, as if you know exactly who the fuck you are and what you're here to do and people are very drawn to that kind of energy in you, to the way you're so full of life, spontaneous, ready to face anything that life throws at you and your ambitious nature. you thrive when you're uplifting others to feel as good as you do because you don't want to shine alone, and because on the inside, you might be much more insecure than people are aware of - you understand what it's like to be at rock bottom, but you're good at hiding this part of yourself. can be very controlling and competitive, and if you were raised in an environment where your parents used to fight a lot, you might chase conflict wherever you go. be careful with being arrogant and proud, and be aware that your strong energy might overwhelm a lot of people. whatever you do, you follow your heart. you need appreciation and recognition from others. you keep your cool in the most stressful situations. 

sun in the 2nd house: you crave to achieve financial success; here, the planet of the ego is tied to the house that rules material possessions and our self-worth, so you want to achieve power by getting rich because that's how you feel safe. you're very talented when it comes to business and making good investments that'll allow you to get to the next step. when it comes to your ambitions, if you want something, you'll work hard for it and only stop when you get it. you're very witty, with your dry humor and sarcastic personalities, you truly have the best comebacks lmao and above all, you always keep your word. you take pleasure in everything lavish that life has to offer; you have great taste and know when something is of value almost instinctively. you need to make sure you're appreciating the people in your life instead of only what you own and your ambitions because you're at your best when you're expressing your kind and generous side. you might be into retail therapy when you feel sad or empty, but afterward, you might feel terrible because the fulfillment shopping gives you is only temporary. careful with being controlling or possessive. 

sun in the 3rd house: you use your mind like a weapon. you truly have a way with words and you're able to express yourself in a way that leaves everyone wanting to know more about you; but most of all, you crave to keep on learning more and more and to expand your knowledge, because that's what feeds your soul. spontaneous personality; bold but unpredictable and you feel a sense of pride whenever you think about your friends, they're very important to you. you have the capability to bring stories to life, this placement is amazing for aspiring writers, and you like analyzing your surroundings which, in turn, makes you a very adaptable person. constant change in your way of thinking because you're always viewing things from different perspectives. you can become easily bored when you aren't feeling mentally stimulated, which is why you're always seeking new experiences, communicating with others and why you live so much in the present. persuasive. people who don't seek to expand their minds terrify you. you refuse to live in the shadows of your siblings, you have a need to stand as your own person. 

sun in the 4th house: when the planet of the ego is in the house of our family life, our inner experiences and our childhood trauma, you are blessed with a rich inner experience that leads you to want to delve deep into what you went through and how those experiences shaped you into the person you are today – and that means the trauma you went through, too. if you had bad experiences in your child, your journey is longer and harder because you find it harder to understand life, and you might've compared your home life to the "outside world" a lot, feeling like they were two different entities (think sinclair from demian). you're very caring and nurturing and very attached to your family, either the one you were brought under or the one you want to establish. having a home that feels cozy and safe is what brings you security, and you want to bring happiness to the ones you love the most. be careful with being too pessimistic and feeling paranoid that something bad will suddenly happen, and also with being too controlling and domineering. you need a lot of reassurance, but be careful with coming off as if you don't trust your loved ones. very strategic, you play the long game. 

sun in the 5th house: you literally irradiate artistic talent and creativity! you thrive when you express yourself and your originality and get recognized for it, and appreciation for your efforts is very important to you. intelligent, you can be very cunning and strategic, at the same time that your optimism and spontaneous nature naturally commands attention from others. very dramatic, you shine in the eyes of others. but although you have a happy aura to you, you can be very hard on yourself, thinking you're not good enough whenever you're not being appreciated. at your worst, you can have an exaggerated sense of pride, dominating energy, manipulative tendencies or feeling less than others. you may fluctuate between focusing a lot on yourself and being overly generous with everyone in your life. bold, you do a lot just to feel alive. you're very loyal and love deeply, passionate and nurturing, but be careful with involving yourself with people who take advantage of that. you should realize that appreciation should come from yourself and not others. if you add discipline to your originality, you can become very successful. 

sun in the 6th house: one of your driving forces is your attachment to your work and your need to be of service for others and to be recognized for your efforts. health, dieting, exercise and keeping a structured routine are very important to you. you have a constant need to be perfect and that can be your own worst enemy, because when you or others aren't meeting your high standards, you might feel like you're weak and have your insecurities taking over you. you can't stand being told what to do. very self-aware. a tendency to be a workaholic because it's what makes you feel proud of yourself; you need to feel like you're making the world a better place. stress can easily physically affect you, you should understand that validation needs to come from yourself and not from others, and accept that having imperfections is human, it doesn't make you weak! careful with having a routine too restrictive that doesn't allow you to have fun, work can become an obsession for you. you truly always want more and need to keep busy and productive to feel safe. don't let your insecurities stop you from pursuing your ambitions. 

sun in the 7th house: you have a very strong sense of justice because of your capability of analyzing a problem from all different perspectives. you need to bring peace everywhere you go and to help others in any way you can. you have a special charm that others feel drawn to, and many admire you for your caring nature and talent at giving advice, making you often the center of attention in the middle of groups. sociable and good with words, you're very persuasive; although you might tend to identify yourself too much with what others think of you – you should understand that others' opinions aren't that important and it's how you view yourself that matters. you crave affection and are very sensitive when it comes to your relationships, you would do anything for your loved ones and you're very in tune with their needs. you can have people-pleasing tendencies because you're terrified of rejection. you're determined to succeed and to build an amazing self-image because you have a gift when it comes to social intelligence. can have some open enemies.

sun in the 8th house: can attract a chaotic life that pushes you into achieving transformations because that's how you grow and evolve, through the process of death and rebirth. you can't deal with superficiality and you crave deep connections with people, intimacy and to evolve with the person you love. creative. you may feel like the universe sends you messages so that you'll reach an awareness of some kind. you love experiencing new things and especially with yourself, you constantly look forward to changing your appearance and your spiritual or emotional views on the world. you feel a need for self-improvement. very secretive, you value privacy more than anything and you don't allow almost anyone to figure you out. you might be terrified of not finding people who want to connect with you as deeply as you want with them. tendency to isolate yourself emotionally, as in you might open up to others about superficial matters but when it comes to emotions, you're terrified of showing that part of yourself. you want to help others through their darkest times. 

sun in the 9th house: you love learning and dream of exploring the world, it's like you can absorb any information that you get your hands on. very idealistic and dreamy, it's hard for you to keep grounded on reality and material things when you're so concerned with the metaphysical, to understanding the secrets of the universe and all that is spiritual, philosophical, religious and transcendental. so enthusiastic and curious, it's like you can't stay still for a minute and long to go on adventures. you can see the best in people, but be careful with only seeing their good parts – you need to understand that nothing is black or white and people are morally grey and complex, not all bad nor all good. might be very pessimistic if you've gone through something traumatic that completely shattered your perceptions of the good in the world; you might feel like things are never going to get better (i promise they are). very proud of your knowledge. high ideals and honesty. loyal to your beliefs always. careful with being too authoritative. 

sun in the 10th house: when the planet of the ego falls in the house of social status, you seek power above all. you want fame, notoriety and to lead, and when not achieving what you want, you might become insecure. you can't help that ambition runs in your blood, but you should make sure you're doing things because you love doing them and not just to get recognized. it's like you need to achieve so that you can feel proud of yourself because you never felt that kind of support when you were younger, and achieving success feels like a life or death matter to you. you ooze charisma and you naturally draw attention to yourself, wanting to be recognized for your talents. very aware of how others perceive you. but even if you're a great leader, you hate following orders which can make you have problems with those in charge – be careful with making enemies and with stepping on others to get what you want, it’s very important that you keep a strong sense of morals or else you can grow to be arrogant and tyrannical. at your worst you can start abusing your power; at your best, you can use it to better the lives of all those around you like a true leader.

sun in the 11th house: here, the planet of ego is in the house of friendships, hopes, inventions and the collective, making you shine when you're able to help others. your friends are the most important thing for you, but be careful with identifying too much with them. you carry yourself with so much confidence, you're so full of life and with a love for learning and giving to others. eccentric personality and big dreams. you want to stand for a cause that matters to you alongside others who you love. others gravitate towards your magnetism, individuality and friendly nature, naturally looking up to you as a leader. if you happen to have been betrayed in the past, you might shut yourself completely from friendships due to a fear of trusting the wrong person again, but please don't deny yourself your need to socialize and to express your revolutionary ideas to others because you truly shine when you're around those who you trust and help you grow. 

sun in the 12th house: you might have a very hard time understanding who you are and your identity, and because of this sense of unclarity about yourself + your intuitive and empathetic nature where you absorb others' energies like a sponge and need a lot of solitude to recharge yourself, you might feel like you need to keep a mask in public, to play a character to feel safe interacting with others. plus, it doesn't help that you have perfectionist tendencies and hate failing and making mistakes. there's a tendency to feel very insecure and misunderstood, and to feel melancholic and with turbulent emotions, so you should be gentler with yourself and allow yourself to express your sensitivities, the way you're so compassionate and giving. because even if you need time to recharge for introspection, you shine when you can help others. be careful with developing self-destructive behaviors. artistic tendencies because of the depth of your emotions and inner world. you can be truly wise and others might see you as an "old soul" because of that. you might be a night owl. psychic potential. 

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fic: Vice & Virtue [6/6]

Summary: As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

Chapter 6: The Rake Who Loved Me ✨

"Sir, you have a visitor."

"No," Klaus says, candid and unaffected, not bothering to veer his attention away from his latest work.

It's ridiculous he’s even required to state the obvious out loud at all, seeing as he hasn't welcomed visitors for a fortnight now. He thought he'd made it clear his doors were closed to callers for the foreseeable future when he stopped shaving or getting dressed and started speaking in incoherent grunts. The fact he thrashed half his studio three times out of sheer frustration in the last week alone should've been the final clue into his hostile state of mind, if there was still any cause for doubt. Greta's supposed to know how to read his moods better than this.

"Too late, I'm afraid."

This time it's not his maid who speaks. The mere sound of the male voice makes Niklaus bristle with revulsion, his blood heating up to a boil in the space of a second.

He pulls so hard on the ink-stained rag in his hands it tears.

"I told him you weren't seeing anyone, sir, but he insisted." The emphasis on the last word tells him everything he needs to know. By insisted she means Elijah didn’t wait for a formal invitation, just barged in, as per usual.

One would think that the duke would've learned a thing or two about boundaries after that punch. One would have widely underestimated his hubris.

"I'm not entertaining today," Klaus states firmly, taking a step back to inspect his painting. It 's… awful. Rage usually fuels the best of Klaus' creations, but lately it has been all perspiration and no inspiration. His muse has joined hands with the last of his social skills and forsaken him. His creative mind is just a giant black hole filled with cholera these days. It's been a pain to live inside his head - all darkness and no vision. "Come back some other time," he adds. "Or better yet, never."

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At last! ✨ Can't believe I have finally made it to the finish line with my silly Bridgerton/Regency AU. It's been a crazy ride, and I just want to thank everyone who's been reading, commenting and sending me the loveliest messages about this fic for all of your amazing support. It has meant the world to me and given me back some of my enthusiasm to write. ❤️

A super, super special thank you to @definedareasofuncertainty, who had to put up with me freaking out about this finale, and patiently answered all my questions and read over this chapter multiple times in spite of her extremely busy schedule just to reassure me that it was ok. ❤️

Also thank you to @diaz-eddie for letting me use the stunning, stunning moodboard that has accompanied this story a few times!

As always, your comments, kudos, reblogs and messages means everything to me and are so welcome! I really hope you guys enjoy the finale! ☺️ Thanks so much for reading!

[ramzawrites]

can i request an angsty sbi fic where sibling reader lost two lives saving others (maybe tubbo at the festival?) and they see everything falling apart (techno and phil destroying everything, wilbur dead and tommy focused on the disks) and they pretend to be ok while their mental health gets worse and worse until they decide to end it, and people only realise they weren't okay after the death message pops up and their reactions to seeing it? if not thats completely fine, ik its pretty heavy

Broken

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Philza, Tubbo, Technoblade

Warnings: depression, suicide (falling, non descriptive), angst

Series: a request!

Summary: Y/N just wanted their home back. They just wanted to live a peaceful life but instead all their hopes and dreams got ripped apart by the people they loved the most.

Words count: 3647

Authors Note: Honestly I could have shortened it quite a bit but here we are, it’s way longer than I wanted but I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry if this went kind off of rails to what you might have envisioned. Also I hope that you guys know that you are loved and appreciated. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my stuff :] Here is m favorite video to cheer me up some times, hope it can cheer you up as well!

I’m also curious what your guys thoughts and opinion are on this or my writing in general! Can’t get better without feedback :]

Y/N loved their family.

They were all pretty chaotic but so was Y/N, following their siblings into trouble ignoring any possible consequences.

So when Wilbur proclaimed he would create an independent Nation inside the SMP that was owned by Dream himself, you bet that Y/N was standing right beside him.

When Wilbur would struggle with his tasks or was weighed down by doubts they would swoop right in and do their best to support him. Every time Wilbur would say “I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.” While Y/N didn’t do it for praise but out of love for him it was still nice knowing that he appreciated them and that he took note of their work.

Tommy wasn’t really for heartfelt words but he too expressed in his own way how much he appreciated them being around. Most of his schemes wouldn’t have even happened without Y/N’s help after all. As a way to say thanks he would let them just take stuff fout his chets or when he heard they needed a specific resource he would wander out and get it for them. Of course saying something on the lines of “I was out there anyhow, so I brought some with me. It was on the way.” Y/N could read between the lines though. They grew up with him after all.

Y/N put so much energy into L’Manberg they couldn’t help but be in love with this little nation. They would do everything to protect their home.

When Y/N lost their first life it was together with their siblings protecting their nephew Fundy.

The Dream Team suddenly retreated after another battle against L’Manberg. While the group was celebrating what they thought was their first victory in ages, Eret appeared. She told the group of a small bunker with more resources.

Still celebrating Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy made their way towards the bunker. The bunker that would later go down into history as “The Final Control Room.”

Inside they all looked at the labeled chests only to notice that they were empty. Eret then pressed a button which opened up secret walls with the Dream Team standing behind. She herself got into safety as Dream and his friends merciless attacked the L’Manberg faction.

As soon as Y/N understood what was happening they did their best to form a wall between the attackers and Fundy. Slowly pushing him out of the room while they made sure to block the exit, giving the Fox Hybrid enough time to run away.

When they woke up again it was inside their home. In L’Manberg. Sore from the respawning.

Once they did respawn though it didn’t take long for Fundy to barge into their room and throw himself against them, thanking them. Wilbur was close by, looking worse for wear as well but incredible thankful nonetheless.

After that and a few battles more Tommy challenged Dream to a duel in order to secure independence. He lost so instead he bartered his music discs for freedom.

After Tommy respawned a second time Y/N made sure to spent most of their time hovering around him. Making sure he was doing alright.

But with that L’Manberg was independent and it was Y/N’s time to shine. Sure, they worked hard on strengthening the infrastructure of the nation but now, maybe even because of that, they basically coordinated all the new builds.

Shops, homes and other things were being build with them overseeing it. Meanwhile Wilbur and Tommy took care of the political part only to come to the conclusion that they had to have a proper election.

At first it started innocently enough as well. New political parties were made that begun advertising themselves. Funny enough they would always come to Y/N asking them where they could hang up their posters. It was then that Y/N realized that the people saw them as some sort of authority, even asking them if they wanted to start their own campaign. They politely declined, saying they worked best as a support role.

Then Schlatt entered the stage and everything got thrown upside down.

In the end he managed to become the next president via a coalition and his first declaration as the president, or emperor as he called himself, was to exile Tommy and Wilbur.

As they ran for their life Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow. It hurt them so much to leave L’Manberg, their fruit and labor, behind. This only got worse once they realized that Tubbo was basically left alone back at the city under Schlatt’s rule.

Then Pogtopia got established.

Tommy, Wilbur and Y/N did their best to get a proper foothold again. Gathering resources and planning for ways to get their home back. And to accomplish this they soon called in the oldest sibling of the group, Technoblade.

Techno has been away for the longest time now. He moved out early to travel the world and apparently train himself. Somehow Tommy found a way to get a message to him, so he made his way towards Pogtopia.

He wasn’t big on words or emotions but as soon as he arrived he let Y/N hug him.

“This is a onetime deal, Y/N.”

With Techno they finally felt like they had a chance. Y/N could maybe return home someday. Back when they were children Techno always looked out for them so to have him back Y/N felt infinitely safer.

All the while Wilbur showed more and more signs that his mental health was rapidly declining. Y/N did their best trying to cheer him up but there was only so much they could do. Especially since they themself were struggling.

L’Manberg was their everything and now it was under the iron rule of Schlatt. They had to watch as Schlatt walked through the nation, ripping apart builds that they commissioned or even built themself. Every time he did something like that it felt like another stab wound directly into their heart.

Then the festival happened where Y/N lost their second life protecting Tubbo.

Schlatt wanted to apparently celebrate democracy and his amazing rule. Tommy and Wilbur weren’t allowed to join while Techno and Y/N received an invitation.

Y/N was very wary of that. They learned from Tubbo that Schlatt apparently was pretty interested in bringing them over to Manberg since a lot of the residents trusted them and saw them more as an authority than Schlatt himself, so bringing them over would probably also bring a lot of the residents around to his rule.

On the day of the festival Y/N made sure to stay close to Techno. Holding on to his arm and basically hiding behind him, not feeling up to talk with all the people in Manberg.

The people were happy to see them but Y/N was tired. They haven’t slept properly ever since the exile, too many thoughts that kept them awake.

Then the speeches started.

Honestly Y/N wasn’t really listening, their attention purely on a broken old building. It used to be the place where Y/N and the other residents would meet up and map out their plans for new builds. Discussing and even sometimes arguing on what materials should be used and where to get them. Now it was empty.

Their attention got pulled back towards what was actually happening once Tubbo begun speaking. It was a nice little speech Y/N had to admit.

Just as Tubbo was about to leave, Schlatt moved back in. Holding him in place and pushing him in something that Y/N had to describe as a cage with the help of Quackity.

“Techno, buddy. Come up here for a sec.”

Technoblade tensed up but still moved towards the stage. There Schlatt uttered the words that pulled the rug out from beneath Y/N once again.

“Kill him Techno. He is a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled out, making their way towards the stage as well.

Y/N knew Techno couldn’t deal well with social pressure, especially when there were about ten people or more behind him that could attack him at any point.

Tubbo looked so scared as he pressed himself against the wall. There was no escape for him.

When Techno moved his crossbow up, aiming directly at Tubbo, Y/N let out another scream. Urging him to stop.

Explosions. Colorful explosions filled the place.

“Y/N!” it was Tubbo screaming their name out.

Just as Techno pressed the trigger Y/N managed to jump in front, the rockets hitting them instead of Tubbo.

Their older brother looked absolutely mortified “Y/N? Wha- What? Why? How?” staring at Y/N’s lifeless body that slowly dissolved. They were slowly respawning but seeing his siblings body was enough to send him in some sort of frenzy.

Filled with bloodlust he aimed his crossbow towards Schlatt and Quackity. Killing them with one press of the trigger only to turn around and aim his crossbow towards the people.

As this happened Tommy enderpearled over, screaming at Techno.

He helped Tubbo out of the cage who was still in a state of shock. He only saw Y/N for a second and the next they were laying on the ground in their own blood.

Y/N heard the details later after they respawned. Tommy had apparently been incredibly angry at Techno, even attacking him. Wilbur then offered that the two deal with their argument via a fistfight inside a pit.

Normally Y/N would have yelled at Wilbur for that. Would have told him that this was his dumbest idea yet but they were too shook from what had happened to them.

Technoblade always spelled safety to them but he killed them. Sure, he meant to kill Tubbo but that didn’t really make it any better. They gave him an out, they would have helped fighting off all these people so they could flee.

The next time they saw Techno they flinched every time he got too close to them and yet they still put on a smile “Never, do this again.”

Techno only nodded.

After this downward slope the momentum didn’t seem to stop for them. Wilbur dropped even more and more off. Falling victim to his paranoia. Y/N tried their best convincing him to not blow up Manberg, that they will fight to gain it back. At this point trying to gain back their L’Manberg was the only thing they could hold on to.

Though all that work was for nothing.

The war to take back L’Manberg went way differently than they all had imagined. Y/N fought with a viciousness most didn’t think they had it in them. This was the day for them to finally regain what they had wished for, for the longest time now.

Everything came to a halt once Dream surrendered. He showed them Schlatt who was sitting in the Carmavan. Drunk off his mind he yelled and screamed at people only to die of a heart attack which meant that the Pogtopia faction won.

The people begun cheering, they had their home back! They were free! Y/N was probably the loudest by far. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders. All this hardship and they could finally return to working with the others and rebuild L’Manberg. Return it to its former glory.

Tubbo got appointed President and Y/N was happy with it. Tubbo had an eye for building and was a good person, with him they were sure they could do some amazing things.

Apparently Techno thought otherwise. Instead he pulled Soulsand out, holding onto the Wither skulls as a visible threat.

Y/N had somewhat forgiven Techno for what had happened. It was a stressful situation and they acknowledged it but seeing him there, threatening to kill all of them? That they knew they couldn’t forgive quite so easy. Especially since he made some sound points but it was their L’Manberg. The people didn’t like living under Schlatt’s rule, this wasn’t something that could be described simply as a coup. Technically he was right but only technically. There were so many things that came into play that could let you argue over that but Techno would have none of it. Yelling something about Tommy only wanting to be a hero.

When the first explosions rang Y/N thought it came from a Wither but Techno was still in the middle of putting the heads onto the structure.

When more explosions rang and the ground beneath their feet broke away, Y/N understood what had happened.

At some point Wilbur ran off and must have pressed the button. The button that set the TNT beneath the city ablaze, effectively destroying everything.

Y/N was too busy with finding hard ground again and then dealing with the Withers and Techno that they only noticed after the fighting ended, how broken the nation was now.

They had won. Why would Wilbur do this? He knew how much the nation meant to them and again, they had won, so there was no reason for blowing the place up!

And if that wasn’t enough to see how both their older brothers destroyed everything Y/N worked for, they also had to see how Philza, their father, stood next to the corpse of Wilbur. It felt like they lost everything.

They lost their trust in Technoblade.

They lost their hopes and dreams via Wilbur blowing up the freshly liberated L’Manberg.

They lost their trust in their own father who had slain his own son.

Y/N felt absolutely crushed. Family was so important to them and it was their own family that destroyed their hopes and dreams. They did everything for them and this is how they repaid them?

Once everything calmed down and Tubbo begun making plans on how to rebuild the nation, he immediately came to Y/N for help but they hesitated which worried him.

“Is everything okay? Usually you would have jumped on that offer, Y/N.”

Y/N put on a smile that didn’t seem to reach their eyes “Don’t worry Tubbo, of course I’ll help you. I’m just tired from what we have been through. I finally have time to take a breather and I think it all just crashed down on me.”

“Well if you ever need help you can talk to me.” It was an earnest offer that Y/N would never take advantage of.

Y/N mostly ignored Philza. He talked with them a few times and even explained what has happened but Y/N still made a wide berth around him. Seeing him just hammered back down the feeling of distrust and hurt. Their familial relationship took a hard hit from that point on.

With Ghostbur it was a weird situation as well. They enjoyed spending time with him but were also always incredibly sad around him. Ghostbur took notice of this and would always offer them to take some of his blue but Y/N declined every time.

“Don’t worry Ghostbur. Everything is still just fresh in my mind. I’ll be back to my old self in no time. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

“Of course Y/N! You have always looked out for me, thank you.”

L’Manberg slowly took on a proper form again but it wasn’t the L’Manberg Y/N knew. It felt to them like they were standing on top of a grave. A grave for their dreams and it was getting hard, real hard, to walk through it every day seeing places where they know specific buildings should be standing. Buildings they build on their own only to be destroyed by their brothers doing.

Then Tubbo exiled Tommy and Y/N felt conflicted. They felt obligated to stay in L’Manberg since they were the main person people came to for builds but that was their brother. Their only brother they still trusted and felt a need to protect.

Instead of following him into exile they stayed in the city. Visiting Tommy whenever they could, noticing pretty fast that he was struggling hard with his situation and for once they didn’t feel strong enough to properly support him. Y/N tried their best but once they noticed they couldn’t reach him completely they gave up a tiny bit.

It reminded them too much of Wilbur.

So while they visited him and helped them where they could, they spent more and more time alone in their home only coming out for work and other necessary things like food. Soon it was normal to see them with ever present dark circles beneath their eyes.

Before Philza disappeared to join Techno, he would stop by Y/N’s home all the time.

“Have you eaten, yet?”

“Yes, dad. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“I just haven’t seen you much lately and I got worried.”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, if you go out, please, can you tell Ghostbur to stop coming around to throw Blue inside my mailbox? He won’t listen to me but perhaps he will to you.” And they would always carry the same big smile on their face accompanied by empty eyes.

The only time their happiness reached their eyes again was when Tommy returned from his exile. They crashed into their younger sibling holding him close to them and muttering apologies. He pried them off, embarrassed by all of this.

This short bout of happiness was destroyed by Doomsday. Dream, Technoblade and Philza once again made sure to set L’Manberg ablaze.

The second time Y/N’s fruits and labor got completely annihilated by their family but still they had some hopes this time. They still had Tommy on their side they could just finally build a home somewhere else and live in peace but Tommy had other ideas. He had it in his mind to get his discs back and he would do anything for it.

So while Y/N tried to ground themself with new hopes and ideas, holding onto the only constant of what was important to them, that being Tommy, Tommy ignored them. He was too busy with his own things and the worst part was that Y/N couldn’t even fault him for it.

They understood how much these discs meant to him and that this was something that had to come to an end but with this they lost another, and possibly their last, anchor point.

Yet you could still see them running around with a smile, tending to every one and trying to help out the best they could.

Then suddenly they were gone. They just disappeared one day. The few people who took note of that took some time to look around but there was no sign as to where they left. Y/N didn’t take their armor with them nor any weapons or food.

< Y/N succumbed to despair and fell of a high place>

When every ones communicators rung out with this message the SMP fell quiet.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was reading. This didn’t make any sense. Y/N was fine! They would talk with them and everything looked fine! This must have been a cruel joke from Dream somehow, right? This couldn’t be real. Why would Dream do this? This didn’t seem to make sense.

Exactly there was no sense in Dream doing this.

While Tommy was battling with his thoughts Tubbo came running over to him. Tears streamed down his face.

“What happened? Why did this happen? Where are they?”

Tommy was visibly shaking “I- I have no idea. I don’t know. They looked fine. I’m- I’m not sure. Tubbo-“

Tubbo just slammed into him, giving him a proper hug, trying his best to help Tommy through his rising panic. He lost another sibling and by Ender that hurt.

Meanwhile in the snowy Tundra both Philza and Techno were staring at their communicators as well.

Philza was pale. So pale it almost rivaled the snow around him.

Techno had his brows furrowed. For anyone who didn’t know him well enough he looked at best displeased with this situation but Philza could see the small details that told a different story. Him sucking his breath in as he read the message, hiding his quivering lip in his cloak. He was heartbroken.

Sure the two weren’t on good speaking terms but Y/N was still his younger sibling. He still loved them.

Philza felt similar. He acknowledged that he screwed up and honored their wish to be left alone by him but he never imagined this could lead to their death. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground. Two of his children died, one directly by his hand and the other due to his inaction.

His eyes glossed over, the world became a blur and yet he continued rereading this message over and over. Y/N just lost their last life.

Philza could hear Techno walk closer to him and sat down on the ground as well.

“Y/N is-“ Philza begun but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. State the obvious to his eldest son?

“I have more fault in this than you, dad. Don’t feel guilty.” His voice was uncharacteristically weak. Wavering as he spoke. He wanted to cheer Philza up but it was a weak attempt.

“What have we done.”

Ghostbur was at first confused when he read the message. It was like he couldn’t connect the dots but it slowly dawned on him what this meant.

“Oh my.” His usual happy demeanor was suddenly gone.

He touched his face and as he put his hands back down he saw how they were smeared with blue.

“Y/N is dead?”

His usual ghost behavior seemed to break a bit. It was like through the warped version of Wilbur that was called Ghostbur for a moment the true version of him came through again. And he was hurt. Devastated.

“I think I need to find the others.” He mumbled to himself, making his way towards his family. All the while he held onto the blue wool of Friend like a lifeline. Combing through it nervously. Blue continuing to spill from his eyes.

[howggswouldreact]

📏 The Only Tall Maknae | Wonyoung

Request: hii can i request an izone wonyoung jealous cuddles scenario with shorter fem!reader? thank uu Plot: Wonyong and the small idol Fem!Reader are in a relationship. During MAMA, Wonyoung gets jealous of her girlfriend. Words: 2,661 Genre: fluff Notes: tried to write it in a way that was closer to the thoughtless attitude of teenagers inexperienced in having a relationship as idols. there are spaces for prequels or part two, maybe. if you want, send me a plot and i will write more from this universe! hope you like it! have a nice week!

Wonyoung was happy to be at MAMA again. What made her even happier, in addition to performing and receiving all the love from Wizones, was that you were there, with her. Not exactly with her, since the location of the tables was made so that her group and yours were somewhat distant, but you both were there, giving sneaky glances at each other and dancing excitedly during more animated performances by groups you liked. You had to control yourselves, trying to be discreet, even though almost all the idols in your circle of friends already knew your closeness was something more. There were cameras there and they weren't kind at all.

You met through friends and have been dating for almost a year. Staying with her took away all your tiredness, reinvigorated your energies and left you with a happiness never felt before. She was the most beautiful and adorable girl in the world. And you were lucky to be her girlfriend. Very lucky.

Your group had made the second comeback in a year and, for the first time, your schedules were proximate. You were doing your best and she was doing her best, and you were able to meet in the meantime.

You just didn't expect to be nominated for Best New Female Artist, but Wonyoung was rooting for you, and when it came time to announce the winning group, you focused on her again and sighed.

"You are just a silly in love.", Soojin's voice sounded low in your ear, clearly mocking your "heart eyes" towards Wonyoung.

You felt your cheeks getting hot. The pros and cons of being a maknae... even though you were spoiled in many moments, your group really liked to make jokes about how you lost the bossy pose when you were with your girlfriend. And also the difference between your height and hers. It was extremely evident! But you loved it, after all, you could hide your face on her neck while you hugged.

"I'm not silly!", you said, smiling.

You turned your face to the stage, where the MC's were about to read the name of the award-winning female group.

Your eyes met Wonyoung's for a moment, looking for strength in case your group didn't win, and you gave her a bigger smile, getting back the most beautiful smile in the world.

Until they announced the name of your group.

There was a round of applause and you were a little lost, in shock, looking at your group mates for answers. Did you imagine things or did you really win? Your expression was so shocked that, at the same time, several fans were already turning into a meme on the social media. Feeling goosebumps come and go through your entire body and a light tug from Soeun on your arm, you got up and went from your table to the stage.

After that, everything went very fast. The leader, Soojin, said gratitude words to the fans, the staffs, everyone who supported the group, promises to continue working hard to deliver a good message through music, etc...

Wonyoung was very proud of you and, as your group came down from the stage and went to a part on the side of it for pictures, Yujin made a joke that she couldn't understand, but it was about the two of you. She looked at Eunbi as if she was seeking approval to come to you, but Eunbi was in a conversation with Nako about the award.

"It was pretty obvious that they were going to win, they are the best!", Yena exclaimed, when a new presentation started.

"You guys make a couple of very powerful maknaes, despite the height difference!", Chaewon whispered, from Wonyoung's left side, making her smile.

A few minutes went by and Wonyoung wanted to be able to go directly to you to congratulate you, even if not in the warm way she would do backstage, with a very tight hug and soft kisses on your lips, calling you "my love". Looking for you at your table, Wonyoung frowned. Your whole group was there, even the prize was there with them, but where were you? Were you at the bathroom?

"Where...", Wonyoung's question died in it's beginning. A few tables on the left, there were you. Holding another girl's hands. And that was enough for Wonyoung to feel her cheeks flush with jealousy and her heart sinking into her chest.

"I can't wait to take several selfies with it! It's so beautiful!", whispered Yein beside you, thinking about the award that was in Soojin's hands.

You nodded as you went up the stairs, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning aroung, shoulders and a smile that formed an enlarged heart were the first things that took over your vision, indicating that the person who called you was tall. You focused your gaze on the face, raising your head, and realized that the owner of the smile was Yeeun, as known as J, a member of StayC. And your friend and classmate.

"Hey!", she greeted you, still smiling, and held your hands. "You rocked up there! I only got time to listen to your group's album yesterday, but it's really good! Congratulations on the award!"

"Oh, thank you so much!", you came a little closer to her to allow the girls to go up the narrow stairs. "I'm in love with your album too. ASAP always manages to make me very happy, even on days when my mood is not... good."

You were not praising each other for no reason, you had known each other long enough to not need formal praises.

"I know how hard you and your group worked for it and it was really deserved.", she had a caring glow in her eyes. "I know I haven't been on this idol journey for a long time but if you need anything, I'm here. I know there may be some difficulties but we will get through them together!"

"You can count on me too, Yeeun. This is not easy at all, but we are managing to achieve our dream almost together! Can you believe it?", you said, smiling excitedly.

Until you felt the lighting of the place get a little darker.

Yeeun's eyes landed on a spot above your head. You turned around to see the reason why there was a shadow on you, and there she was. Your girlfriend.

Yeeun greeted Wonyoung, bowing, while she was standing there, beautiful and in that black outfit full of sparkles that left you mesmerized since the beginning of her presentation.

"Hello, bab-sun-babe-nim!", you stuttered, impacted by the beauty of your girlfriend.

Almost calling her "babe", you tried to fix it by calling her (actually trying to call her) sunbaenim. Even though Yeeun knew about your relationship (you had already told her since you were friends), you didn't want any strangers to know. And that place was full of cameras and ears everywhere. It was risky. But your correction to the soft nickname you used to call her only made Wonyoung raise an eyebrow. There was something in her eyes and you knew it wasn't because of the makeup.

Yeeun greeted her and Wonyoung used a polite education towards the girl of almost the same height, differentiating by a few centimeters almost imperceptible, but that, with you between them, made you look much younger than them, even though the three of us had almost the same age.

Wonyoung praised StayC's performance and Yeeun thanked her before saying bye to you both and heading to the table where her group was at.

You raised your hand to Wonyoung's but the tall girl crossed her arms.

"Hey, what's up?", you asked.

"Nothing.", her tone was harsh and you felt a small pain your in your chest, but she had a smile on her face. A fake smile. "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you, but someone has already done that.", The smile was still on her face, for the cameras, but the tone of voice was still kinda rude towards you. "I can't even hold your hands without hear you saying that some people might be surprised by it, but apparently it's just with me. But, congratulations on the award, Y/N. It was well deserved. The girls and I congratulate your group.", she turned and started walking in towards Izone's table.

"Hey, what's up, Wonnie?", you asked, hurrying to catch up with her, but keeping an expression of false happiness on your face.

"Nothing.", her tone of voice cut into your heart, she hadn't even bothered to turn around.

"Hey, you know I can't keep up with your stride, that's not fair."

She stopped on the stairs, in the corridor that led to where her group's table was, turning to you and you almost ran into her, taking a few steps back.

"Just don't!", her gaze on you was as hard as her voice, but the smile was wide open on her face, it was petrified there.

You stopped as you watched your girlfriend move on without looking back.

"I can really do whatever tomorrow morning, I don't care, I just need to get this sorted out as soon as possible."

"I just think it's too late for you to go there...", Soojin had some concern in her voice.

"Have you texted her yet?", Jiyoon asked, stretched out on the living room floor.

"Several times and she doesn't answer nor even reply my texts since yesterday.", you paced back and forth in front of the television.

"If you keep walking like this, we'll find petroleum," said Soeun.

You sat on the floor next to Jiyoon.

"None of the girls answer you?", asked Seojeong, stretching.

"Hyewon replied that she is in a bad mood and locked herself in the room after dinner."

"What did you do, huh?", Yein asked.

"I don't know!", you almost shout, hiding your face in your hands.

"Oh, go on then because one in a bad mood is one thing but two in bad mood in different groups is a punishment! Go, go!", Soojin pulled you by the arm to get up and started pushing you towards the door .

"But what about the manager..."

"We'll find a way to cover you up, don't worry!", Seojeong said and Soojin closed the door.

You went down the stairs, calling an uber.

"Do you know how late it is?", asked Hyewon, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"I know you don't usually sleep early, Hyewon. But it's a life-and-death situation!", you replied while removing your shoes in the lobby, only your socks on your feet.

"Death for whom? Only if it is for us, right? The sour mood she was in... I asked if she wanted salad and she almost killed me with her eyes!", with a tone of indignation, Sakura started to speak. "What did you do, huh?"

"I don't know!", you were about to cry. "Can I go and talk to her?"

The two girls nodded and you crossed the room to the hall like a bullet. When you opened the door, the room was dark and you already knew the way to Wonyoung's bed because you visited her sometimes. But instead of lying down, you knelt beside the bed, even in the dark, and whispered her name. You wanted to hold her hand but you were afraid. If she was upset with you, she probably wouldn't want you even there.

"Wonyoung?", you called again, this time in a louder tone.

"I can't believe you came here even after I treated you like that."

You didn't understand what the phrase meant.

"Can I lie down?", you asked, receiving in response Wonyoung moving her body to give you some space.

You embraced her in a hug, hoping she wouldn't reject it, even with her back to you. Again, her answer did not come in words. She held your arm around her.

"What did I do? Tell me so I won't repeat it.", your face was on her back.

"I'm feeling ashamed."

"Of me?"

"No! Of you??? Never! I'm ashamed of myself. I can't even look at you...", she confessed.

You were still confused, but you hugged her tighter. You wanted her to feel you there.

"You don't have to. You didn't do anything wrong, Wonnie..."

You heard a loudest sigh and she turned to you, resting her hand on your neck and touching your foreheads.

"I... I was an idiot. You, your group, had just won one of the most important awards of the night! I myself know how it feels to win it, I know how rewarding it is and... at the moment I-I didn't support you because I was... jealous.", you knew you shouldn't interrupt her, she was venting out. "I wish I could've hugged you and praised you... I feel so proud of you and everyting that you have achieved... but I saw you with that girl and she was holding your hands and she was smiling with such affection, I don't know what I was feeling other than jealousy.", her voice showed a little bit of anger and fragility but she kept her hand on your neck, caressing it. "I was wondering if she was special enough to show affection like that in front of so many cameras... if you liked tall maknaes and...", at that moment you laughed. "Hey, don't laugh! This is not funny at all!", she slapped you lightly on the shoulder.

"No, babe, what's funny is that you think I could have eyes for anyone but you."

"Yeah, you go ahead and think it's funny! And if it were me with, I don't know, a short maknae like you, holding her hands, wouldn't you be jealous when you saw it from a distance, without having an idea of ​​what's going on? Would it be funny?"

"Yah! I get it! Don't even make me think of you with someone else.", you took her wrist and stroked it. "Yeeun is just a friend from school and she was congratulating me. There was nothing else. There would never be. She knows about us and gives the greatest support! I just didn't get to introduce you decently because there is never enough time. I want you to see that you don't have to feel jealous because you are the only tall maknae I love. I love you. "

"I'm sorry for ruining everything and making you come here almost at the dawn. You shouldn't have come so late!", she pulled you into a tight hug. "But at the same time I'm so glad and relieved you came.", she whispered that last sentence.

"I would come at anytime.", you whispered back, kissing her cheek.

"It's too late for you to leave. What are you going to do? We can arrange everything for you to stay.", you were going to talk but Wonyoung wouldn't let you. "We can really work it out, make up a very good lie for the managers, take you back to the dorm quickly tomorrow very early. I imagine you have a lot of commitments now that you've won the award but... it's so late... and I want you to stay with me."

"Okay, I'll stay.", you replied, without thinking. "But I need some clothes to sleep."

"Okay, you can borrow Nako's pajamas."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding!", Wonyoung laughed. "You can borrow one of mine. It'll be huge on you, but you look beautiful anyway."

Embarrassed, you hid your face on her neck and felt her presence for a while, a warm embrace full of a young love that was blooming beautifully. The next day, you would have to deal with your manager scolding you a lot, knowing he would be right, but for now, you would enjoy your time with Wonyoung. Whatever happened next, it wouldn't matter. What mattered now was to be with the only tall maknae that you loved with all your heart.

[storiesforallfandoms]

comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.

[studiojeon]

troubled outsiders | intro - jjk

| summary | -  how you two end up pining for each other.

warnings: none :) 

content: idol!jungkook x student!oc, friends to lovers (because it’s THE superior trope okurrrt), jungkook is quiet and shy but a social butterfly when needed (and when it comes to oc but you’re not supposed to know that yet), oc is both a badass and a socially akward queen, she has TWO friends and only because one is dating the other (like... same), the Lee Charyeong is her bestie, oc works at bighit and feels like everyone either fears her or hates her, author nim is a crackhead and has no plot planned for this series whatsoever (doesn’t know if she’ll keep this up, we’ll see).

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His presence was overwhelming, to say the least. Even if he were surrounded by six hundred other equally handsome men, somehow, to you (and the majority of the female population, at that point) he was as captivating and magnetic as they come. Jeon Jungkook didn't pay no mind to no one, but sure as hell everyone became hyper aware of his existence and essence in time. And that didn’t exclude you.

Yet, as nonchalant and indifferent as the man could be perceived, in reality he was more considerate and friendly than the aura he exuded. You knew this because working in the same company had to teach a thing or two about the people who literally carried said company and the whole industry at some point, still you barely knew four or three people, including your assistant and Jungkook, whom you had met once.

The opportunity of working at the company had come to you out of the blue, quite literally, you were attempting to send one of your assignments in when an email appeared in your notifications during your sailor moon study break. 

HYBE Entertainment

We’re glad to inform you that you’re being recruited for the position of Logistics Manager in one of our sub companies, BIGHIT Entertainment. We’ve thoroughly looked through the CV you’ve submitted and are very interested in your capabilities and what you can contribute to our organization. One of our other managers will gladly meet you on a day you can both agree on. Make sure to answer this email to get more details about your interview.

“Nani!? THE FUCK?” sure as hell that your eyes and cognitive functions were deceiving you (ADHD) you went over the text a little over three times in a row before the message settled in your mind. This was sus. 

Before even considering a reply you made a quick call. “Fucking Lee Chaeryeong” you spat on your end of the line. “You did this, didn’t you?”.

Her silence was more than enough to have you cursing her under your breath. “I don’t know what exactly you’re talking about but it most likely was me. Does it have to do with a sex toy in particular?”

“No” you denied almost monotonously, guessing the pile of boxes in the corner of your room with her names on them was what she referred to. “Does anything come to mind if i mention BIGHIT FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT?”

It was her. All those conversations during the summer about how badly you wanted to work in the entertainment business as marketing staff of some sort had their effect on your friend, who, despite all your excuses and denials, knew you better than you and your mom combined did, and because of this, was sure as hell you were not making a move towards that goal whatsoever. So, being the boss bitch she was, she took matters into her own hands, was what she explained.

You concluded that was the reason you had reached a point in your life where you had more experience than most recently graduated kids in your field, because Chaeryeong had you moving every summer break. You had been the manager of a coffee franchise and convenience store during you junior and senior years, and also figured a way to improve the marketing management strategy of a fucking restaurant while at it. Not to toot your own horn, but you were kind of cool.

Or not. “I hope this job satisfies your workaholic ass for once, I’m running out of ideas”. Chaeryeong spat before hanging up.

Sure as hell it would. 

On friday afternoon, you made your way to the HYBE INSIGHT building and introduced yourself to your recruiters who promised to give you a call at some point. “It went fine” you told Chaeryeong once you were in your car. And it was the truth, however you weren’t so sure if they would actually hire you at some point since well, you were a girl in a male dominated industry and, in your opinion, there were always better people than you. “Wanna go grab coffee?”

“I want to. But, I have practice today. I’m actually on my way there. Please avoid driving through Hongdae today, this shit’s packed.” You sighed and thanked her for the heads up. You missed your friend, badly. You hadn’t seen each other in three weeks, and you didn’t even live so far away from each other (you did, but it had been worse before). You two had very agitated lives to say the least. Chaeryeong was a kpop group member, and well, you were jumping from job to job and getting your phD in Business Management at the same time. It was hard to find moments to spare together during some periods of the year, but you guess the anticipation made your encounters better.

“Talk about anticipation” you slammed your forehead against your desk, taking a breather after such an anxiety packed situation. Short story: you got the job (for some fucking reason). And you had gone through a whole week of expectancy and anguish. Not getting that job would have broken your heart, and ego at the same time. 

You guessed the law of attraction tactics Chaeryeong had taught you had sorted their effect and were what led you to your current position in life.

“Miss _____, your presentation’s ready” your work assistant gave you a comforting pat in the back as she took a seat somewhere next to you. You were nervous, shitless. It was your fifth week at the job, and being the proactive woman you were, you had collected lots of data in order to come up with a resources management plan.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and more than a hundred people sat in front of you, waiting for your speech. Including him, who you’d once bumped into accidentally during one of your data recollections runs inside the building. 

You hated having the need to impress others yet, hence your anxious behaviour. But this was a decisive moment in regards to your validation in your new job and how you’d continue to be perceived during your work stance (no reason to panic at all)… you needed to get it together.

“I think I just pissed off a bunch of old men right now,” you told your assistant right after you got off stage. “I need a bathroom break”. Linh gave you a reassuring smile, one she always had plastered on her face.

“Take as long as you need to. I’ll give you a call once the rest are done”.

The commute to the bathroom was unnecessarily complicated in your opinion. You had spent a little over a month rushing through the hallways of the building and you swore every single day your spatial orientation got a bit more fucked up. There was no way there wasn’t a single bathroom on the floor you were in, that would just be atrocious. “It’s not completed yet” someone said beside you as you stared at the half empty map the company had projected on a wall next to the elevators. “Where do you need to go?” 

Kim Taehyung of all people in the world was talking to your ugly and unworthy ass. Your breath caught in your throat and after staring for at least five seconds your body finally reacted to your orders. “Oh, um… the bathroom. I’ve been looking for it for a good ten minutes” you explained with a nervous laugh.

“Trust me, I get it. I still get lost over here” he smiled gently. “It’s in the hallway in the middle of the next hallway” 

You laughed at his very ambiguous explanation. “Thank you” you bowed your head and made your way to said destination.

It was in the hallway to your left, not your right, and it took you a while to figure out that new piece of information. Once you were staring at yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked considerably tired and exhausted from all the social interaction you had undergone throughout the day. You were used to the side stares and whispering you’d get whenever you entered a room at that point, but some days you just wished you could get a break from them. After all, it wasn’t your fault you didn’t look Korean at all, and that you also didn’t fit the stereotype of a foreigner.

You got that from your mom, both the non Korean features and social fatigue. But that wasn’t even the problem most of the time, it was your friendly and smart nature which she had also passed onto you. Some would consider it a blessing, but to you it was a burden, like a clear glass that shielded you from introducing yourself into other people’s realities. You had few friends and people to trust, but in your everyday life you had to deal with the pressure of standing out too much and that came with a lot of negative energy from others. You sigh as you spray your favorite fragrance on yourself. You could be feeling like shit, but no one will ever catch you slipping.

But that excluded him apparently. You hadn’t noticed that on the other side of the hallway was the men’s bathroom and the realization hit you as you were calmly getting some tea from the vending machine. “Good afternoon” the man greeted you as he made his way out the hallway, but stopped in his tracks right after he noticed you. “_____! Hi” he smiled at you and you wanted to die, suddenly forgetting what you were ordering in the first place.

“H-hi Jungkook” You smiled back, poorly attempting to put your wallet back into your backpack. 

“Need help there?” he noticed your agitated state and held your bag for you. He smelled just as heavenly as you had expected, somewhat between big dick energy and flowers. Oh, and he also remained as kind and polite as you remembered him.

Seeming as if he wasn’t planning on continuing his path to wherever he was heading to in the first place, he stood quietly by your side, waiting for you to be done with your deal. “How have you been?” you break the ice for him.

Quickly, you grab your tea and start walking back to the auditorium together, unaware of your surroundings or the suspicions that could arise. “Busy, but very good. How have you been? I saw your presentation earlier… I wish I understood half of what you said but you still sounded amazing”.

And you would never admit it out loud, but you were positive you were blushing (and falling in love too - platonically, of course). “Oh god, you think so? I basically told them they’ve been doing things wrong all along so maybe you’re the only one who’s appreciative of my work” you handed him the second can of iced tea you bought without him noticing. You swear his eyes lit up like stars in the night sky. “Payback for the other day” you smile at him.

The first time you two had crossed paths you didn’t look nearly as glamorous as you did now. In fact, you looked incredibly disturbed and in pain, carrying a huge pile of paperwork in your hands. But as soon as sweet Jungkook noticed your state, he offered you a hand and somehow ended up helping through your multiple data collecting trips that afternoon. It was a nice day.

“Anytime” he took the can in his hands with a shy look on his face. “Unless I’m practicing, you know…” you look down at his feet, with huge black boots engulfing them, and you smile due to their contrast with his personality. “Here, i’ll give you my number so you can call me whenever you need to put all those papers back. Hopefully I’ll be around” he added as he pulled his phone from his back pocket.

Way to get a girl’s number, my god.