People desperately want Cole to be a bad person and I don’t know why
He called black people “cannibals”??
I’m sure most of you band wagon haters don’t even know WHERE this claim come from (hence me calling you band wagons) so let me help.
You all need to STOP twisting his words. When he tweeted this it wasn’t a BLM movement. In fact I remember the march and it had NOTHING to do with BLM nor was it against Bernie. One of the people in charge of the march said that the only reason they marched while Bernie was campaigning was because they knew there’d be cameras around and they just wanted to get air time for their cause. Regardless numerous people were hurt because of their actions; namely children were hurt, which was AWFUL. Regardless of what your cause is you have no right to march in anywhere and injure children for whatever reason. So YES that was Cannibalism and no it was not a BLM movement.
Cole has shown his support MULTIPLE times for the BLM movement and has said multiple times that saying being pro BLM doesn’t mean you’re saying that all lives don’t matter.
“hE ABUSED HIS EX”
Bitch where? Were you a part of the relationship? Can you even find the so called tumblr post that she supposedly said this? Some of y’all know NOTHING about this. You just hear it from the grapevine and jump ship like brainless followers.
Why would you think it’s okay to hold Cole accountable for something a possibly bitter ex wrote on tumblr??? DO you realize how serious it is to just label someone an “abuser”. That’s not a fucking joke and not something you should throw around just because you heard it from this twitter page you follow.
I’m a creative fucker and I could literally sit here and write a whole essay on how your dad, or your bother or Usher or some random person abused me but it’ll be all FALSE. Writing it on social media doesn’t make it true. Y'all need to stop acting so foolish and gullible.
You know what’s interesting and paradoxical? While the court never believes abuse victims, social media believes them too much. There’s no balance. Victim shaming is real and unfortunate but let’s not act like SOMETIMES they are not telling the truth.
How many cases have there been where the *white* woman admits years later that she was inherently lying about being abused years ago.
So I’m sorry if I’m not going to sit on my my ass and judge some one based on some random crap I heard online.
For all we know Cole probably converted her from Lays to Doritos and she’s calling that emotional abuse.
You people just like to take one small thing a celeb says, twist it to make them look bad (WITHOUT DOING YOU RESEARCH EVEN THOUGH GOOGLE IS FREE) and then everyone just jumps on the bandwagon. You are all jobless, pathetic, hateful people. You’re BULLIES; you think you’re being these great millennials but you’re just lying bullies. You pull this crap on all these celebrities and tarnish their image as if its as normal and easy as breathing. Its not fair and its not right. I can’t even imaging being a celeb and having to deal with all this crap; half of y’all wouldn’t last a day with your thin skin and fake woke ass.
I am sick of the tumblr/social media expectation that celebrities are supposed to be your idea of “woke” or that makes them a bad person. News flash: there’s a real world out there where people are living real lives. No one has time to search all over tumblr to find out the right way to say this or that.
At the end of the day WE ALL say things that can be taken the wrong way. Its not because we’re trying to be mean, we mean well, we just don’t know any better because NOT EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYTHING AND NO ONES PERFECT. (<- @ all you people calling Lili Reinhart “homophobic” when she’s continually shown her support for the LGBTQ community)
There’s just this cumulative desperation I’ve noticed in the tumblr society where you all try to take who a celebrity is an twist it to fit into what you want them to be.
They say one thing that gets distorted and all of a sudden you all think you have the right or the power to erase all the good they’ve done and label them bad people. I’m so sick of it.
GET OFF your high horses because NONE of you people are perfect. And I’m sure there are multiple things you say in just one day that someone somewhere in this world would take the wrong way and deem YOU to be a shitty person.
At the rate you are all going ALL celebrities are shitty people. Heck WE ARE ALL SHITTY people.
RFA + Saeran react to MC man spreading all the time. I man spread, and my parents scold me, but damn it, it's comfortable!!
He’d come home to find you one leg on the top of the couch, where your head is supposed to rest and the other lying flat on the cushions
It honestly looked really uncomfortable, but at the same time, he knew it wasn’t. Baby boy does the same shit
He’d also sit in the weirdest positions, the only time he didn’t was when gaming because that was way too important to mess around with
When you’re sitting relatively normal with your legs wide open he’ll just plop in between them and beg for attention like the small puppy that he is
Honestly he doesn’t even care
After one of his late night practices Zen came home to find you sitting on the couch with your legs so far apart he classified it as a split
Various thoughts went through his mind, some fairly dirty and others that-no, no they were all dirty.
Instead of acting on these thoughts though, he sat next to you and pushed your legs together
“That’s not very lady-like MC.”
The look you gave him did not help stop his thoughts, so you know how that night ended
Normally Jaehee will scold you whenever you man spread because she tends to have very formal posture
But then you begin to notice that whenever she comes home from a particularly long day of work she’s man spreading herself
She sees you smirking at her from the entryway and groans, you’re never going to let her live this down
It’s never officially mentioned but whenever the two of you are there together there’s competitions on who can man spread the best
Jaehee always wins. Always.
The first time he catches you your ear almost falls off from his scolding
The second time you just catch a disappointed look before he gives you the silent treatment
“What if someone important came up here and saw you sitting like that?”
Whenever he took you to fancy events he was always keeping an eye on you making sure you didn’t changed into a man spread because that was not appropriate
You tended to be pretty well behaved though, your posture staying proper for the duration of the evening
Not to mention, because he’s extremely petty he would push your legs together, just for you to look him straight in the eye, with an unchanging expression and put your legs right back into their old position
He doesn’t man spread but he does sit in the most awkward positions
You’ll catching him sitting upside down and reading, or doing a head-stand and trying to hack, and one time he was laying on the back of the couch
He has no room to judge you for anything because anything he could judge you for he also does, but 10 times worse.
He, like Yoosung, also likes to plop down right between your legs and beg for attention
But every time he sees you doing this he measures how far apart your knees are and he keeps a chart of the various distances and has a small celebration whenever a new record is set
Honestly Saeran couldn’t care less
You could sit any way you wanted as long as you didn’t break anything
Sometimes it would be strange when you would wit on his lap and attempt to get comfortable but it was an interesting experience
Because Saeran sits the same way with no shame he doesn’t see why you can’t?
~Love, Peony who is sorry this isn’t longer but like, it’s seriously an ask about sitting there isn’t much I could do lol
Summary: Isabella Lester, Dan and Phil’s youngest child, normally loves her
psychology class. But one lecture where her teacher uses Izzy’s
“out-of-the-ordinary” family as an example changes all of that. Dan and Phil
must help their daughter in some way.
Summary: They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity… I don’t know where we fall Sakura, but who cares, right?
a/n: I wrote this right after my exams. I wrote this on a whim. I wrote this, not knowing I would be writing a fluff-smut fic.
This is a sort of sequel to Daddy-like Kid, starring Boruto and Sarada, but this fic can stand on its own. I don’t own Naruto. This is also posted in my Fan Fiction Account: AliceInRealWorld. I hope you guys will enjoy it! :3
I woke up with a sharp jolt.
I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room
didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help.
It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was
the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my
ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.
Cold sweat started to
secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was
produced from last night’s copulating.
I trembled. I waited
for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours
to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling
screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I
replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair,
curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve
That’s right. It’s
alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to
wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)
I allowed myself to
think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the
Think of anything but that.
A small, delicate hand
patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder,
squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on
the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”
After hearing those
words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.
She made a sound behind
her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts.
The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers
traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite
spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.
“I’m not supposed to
say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my
bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already
forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”
I squeezed her hand,
silently encouraging her to continue.
She let out a giggle, “When
Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’”
A small smile graced on
my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my
actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard.
When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm,
gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow,
placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around
her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our
“What does it contain?”
“Hmm…” She wondered as
her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she
said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice
a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the
bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You
have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’”
We chuckled quietly in
unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory
serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken
throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to
tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”
My eyebrows knotted as
Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and
longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for
“Oh! Speaking of
training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The
Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air,
her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks
She laughed softly at
the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what
Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye
then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”
And two-Sakura’s right,
verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades
younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke
who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason.
Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.
“She embodies you in so
many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly
followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”
you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?
The awful metamorphosis
of my heart in the last moment of my childhood,hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant
can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?
“Sasuke, love.” I
Sakura ran her fingers
through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from
covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not
what I’m trying to say.”
I know. But…
“Is that bad?” I asked
again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”
She kissed the tip of
my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”
It was her blush and
her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I
shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”
No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of
mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.
“Hn.” Having no idea
how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In
an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the
smooth pattern of her stretch marks.
She gasped at the
touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”
I have to turn the
tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say
The crimson hue on her
cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading
deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her
Or maybe both.
“I remember another
anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and
erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying
and her glasses were broken.”
My hand paused when her
words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.
She massaged through my hair again to calm my
nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me
because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a
melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto
explained, ‘we found her crying under the
slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’”
So that’s when she
started to doubt her mother.
I pulled Sakura closer
and planted a chase peck on her forehead.
She placed a hand on my
chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get
this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was
Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”
I kept my expression
blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that
surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down.
However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my
fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-
directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”
I cringed back to glare
at her properly, “I am not jealous.”
She narrowed her eyes
mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my
smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada
thinks of Boruto as-”
I dove down to capture
her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter.
She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and
She tried to withdraw
from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body
melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.
When I refused, she
wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling
position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly
showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands,
she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath
it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.
I groaned out of
frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And
she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She
brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.
Our eyes met. “Are you
I held her gaze. My
heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her
you okay now?
Emerald eyes that have
always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes
her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada.
The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted
me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind.
The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never
believed that could be revived.
Am I okay now?
Yes. Those are
the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares.
Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering,
something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.
caressed my cheeks.
captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic
desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots,
drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose
Do you want to talk about it?
was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of
unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was
buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.
My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the
knowledge that the gesture turns her on.
Yes. I want to talk about it but…
was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who
understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding
nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly,
stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who
taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can
cold-heartedly save the world.
She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered
hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth
lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental
thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and
prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.
was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless,
unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your
ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion
that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully,
whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky
breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was
my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her
closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my
teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her
don’t know how to tell you.
I thought about it as I
was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed
me to forgive the world.
And that, it was team
seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.
mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”
instead, let me show you…
-you who convinced me
that it was time to forgive myself-
me prove to you…
-you, Sakura Uchiha,
who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the
burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to
numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of
physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a
more suitable vassal to restore the
I returned to her sweet
lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your
I’m forever thankful…
As a respond to those
accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand,
that the time you can truly say that it is love
is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is
enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.
She shivered at my
words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire
but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing
her drenched core to my abdomen.
I love you too.
“Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada
listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me
down, stating that her next words are quite important.
say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…
“…she wants a baby
don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?
I narrowed my eyes
mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh
really now.” I smirked.
My hand moved on its
own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.
“I love you
Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.
words are left unsaid yet you understand.
But before my lone hand
wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a
the reason why I chose you.
it will always be you…
a/n: haha hope you guys enjoyed it. Been loving these two for a decade and thank heavens they’re canon. Don’t you think so too?
Maybe it would be different. Maybe he would be sitting next to you with his arm draped around your shoulders as you told him about your day. Maybe you would be the one he would be looking at with love filled eyes.
It had all started at the first day of school. You and your twin, Betty, had been sitting at the cafeteria on the first day of school, pointing out the boys you found cute.
This is a fuck my manager situation nothing to do with my customers. So I am a part time assistant manager at a small dollar store and my store manager is out currently for maternity leave. They brought in a temporary manager who use to work at my store to cover for her. Anyway its been two months I’ve recently found out she has been handing off most of her work to me and I’ve been working crazy hours (I’m supposed to work 25 ive been working 40) and normally yeah sure thats fine i can deal with it till the other manager is back, but she doesn’t follow the calender where people request days off. Two months ago I requested two days off to take my mom to get surgery turns out she is trying to make me work one of those days because she wants to take her kids ice skating. So im put in a position where I may get fired for not coming in because I sure as hell am not putting this job before my mom.
For @skiretehfox’s Maximus AUwhich is one of my favorite iterations of Max (and it’s how I found your blog!) I fell in love with her at first sight and this is me singing praise and thanks for creating her and the whole AU. I hope I didn’t write her ooc and if I did, please correct me. Anyways, here’s the fic, enjoy!
Maximus was never one to be bothered to make an effort. In fact, she’s given up trying altogether. She’s learned at an early age that effort is futile but it’s not because of the ratio of attempts to failures, rather the opposite. Everything was just so easy to achieve and so predictable. The world was dictated by patterns and to accomplish a goal was to simply follow the set path with predetermined rules. Perhaps that’s why the only semblance to excitement there was in life for her was when she’s bending the said rules or when there were hardly any restrictions in the first place. Either works and since she gets bored easily, she doubles in both.
She majors both in Law and in the Arts, Photography in particular, at the same time. There’s a reason why she specializes in both of these areas. Manipulating the laws of legality was interesting enough to work as a brain-teaser for her on good days. Manipulating the laws of photography to get that perfect shot can be entertaining and fulfilling at times. And then there’s the hidden third Major in Time, manipulating the laws of space and time just because she can.
No, she didn’t fucking stutter. She has time powers, deal with it.
It’s a rather dull story if you asked Maximus and although it was surprising at the time, that excitement obviously didn’t last for the rest of her life. Actually, that got her the time powers in the first place: the end of her life, or at least it was supposed to be. Coming from a prestigious family has its own downsides aside from the boring parties filled with pretentious adults pretending to give a shit. For Maximus, she got kidnapped at the age of ten. The criminals weren’t even professionals and ended up accidentally shooting her. She would have died too or maybe she did die but her rewind just overwrote that history. Needless to say, someone other than her ended up with a bullet on that day.
Rewinding time? What-the-fuck-ever. She doesn’t give a shit.
Having time powers got old real fast. It was nothing that extraordinary for her as mastering any other skill. Within weeks she learned how to prevent the nosebleeds and within months, she could rewind for more minutes than she’ll ever need to. She’s confident that she knows how it works and mastered all of its tricks so much in fact that whatever thrill she felt on the first time had long since died along with the timeline where she’s supposed to be dead. The supernatural aspect of it has been normalized and has now become routine. In short, she got bored. She started to think that whatever this was just might be the most exciting experience she’ll ever get.
Her boring days carried on until she turned eleven and she attended a charity event in Seattle with her parents. She absolutely loathed these social gathering of hypocrites and if she had a choice, she wouldn’t be here at all. Unfortunately being a kid meant less free will on her part but at the very least she was allowed freedom to separate and roam on her own. The exhibit wasn’t even that interesting but it will have to do rather than the annoying adults that filled it. As she easily weaved through the groups of people she would have nothing to do with, she eavesdropped on voices that only spoke of bullshit.
Until she heard a voice that seemed to carry an IQ that was higher than the room’s average.
“What an insult.” The voice belonged to a girl with long blond hair and a scowl that matched her disgust. She’s standing by one of the art booths and muttering to herself far too loudly and condescending. “No one’s actually here to donate for the arts. Everyone’s too busy kissing ass with people instead of actually admiring the displayed masterpieces.” She glared at the room in general with great disapproval that Maximus couldn’t help but approve.
“Masterpieces?” She smoothly took a spot beside her with an amused smirk. “Point me at one when you see them.”
The girl turned to her, most likely surprised that someone would comment on her not so inner monologue. Her cheeks were tinged red with embarrassment but she quickly masked it under the guise of anger. She’s certainly a proud one. “Well of course I didn’t mean all of these!” She gestured to the entirety of the room and then crossed her arms. “There’s no such thing as a gallery filled with only the best works. More than half are usually dull stud shots just trying to catch a ride on the greatness of the actual good ones.”
Well she’s not wrong although Maximus wouldn’t want to inflate her ego by admitting that. At least this girl knew what she was talking about and she had the backbone to speak them out. Her eyes shone with the slightest of interests. “Huh, is that what you think so?” She tested her, intimidating.
“That’s what I know so.” The girl confidently replied and with a raised chin, she beckoned her, “And? What do you think?”
Maximus blinked. That’s new. So there truly existed a person who wouldn’t shrink from her. This girl could hold her own ground and who was Maximus to deny her conversation? “Hmm…” She hummed shortly and then pointed to one photo in particular. “Well this guy’s trying too hard to go for Avedon-esque.”
It was unexpected but the girl’s face lit up at the mention of the photographer. It was so bright and instantaneous that Maximus could have sworn that a flash literally went off. “You know Richard Avedon? He’s my hero!” She started excitedly and even jumped a bit when she fully turned towards her. When she realized that she had forgotten the proper but also boring TPO, she quickly composed herself. She held herself back but the embers in her eyes continued to glow warmly. “I mean… ahem, yes it is rather distasteful at how poor his attempt is. It’s an absolute disgrace. I can’t believe this crap is even here.”
So this girl apparently also knew how photography worked and Maximus is impressed because that’s already more than most of the guests’ actual knowledge of the art. “And how would your attempt be?”
“Obviously better than this amateur.” She scoffed and there was something with the way she said it, the power in her voice, that told her that she wasn’t just all talk. “See, the technique is just…” And then she proceeded to expound on how to pull off an Avedon photoshoot.
And although Maximus was not one to socialize, she thought that she didn’t mind spending time with this girl.
“Maximus Caulfield.” She finally said after their fourth conversation. There was a small but noticeable proud grin on her face. This girl had earned the right to her name and frankly, she enjoyed her company. “It’s a fucking relief to know that there’s someone here who isn’t a retard.”
The girl just nodded in agreement. “Likewise. You aren’t just air yourself.” Despite her proud attitude, there was a clear underlying tone of approval in her voice. “If you don’t already know, I’m Maribeth Chase. I suppose you can call me Mary for short.”
“Mary, huh?” She rolled the name across her tongue experimentally. Something about the name just didn’t sit right with her and she wracked her brain as to why. In the end, she couldn’t figure out the reason but she did figure out a new nickname. “Nah, I think I’ll just call you Vic.”
“Vic?” She repeated and with obvious confusion written on her face. “Why Vic?”
She shrugged. “Dunno. It just feels right.”
“Well I’m not the only one going home with a stupid nickname, Maxine.” She eyed her levelly.
“It’s Max, never Maxine.” Maximus shot back and then smirked. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Vic.”
They got along more than just fine, so much in fact that their parents already arranged for them to get married in the future.
Not like that made any difference since Maximus wasn’t planning on spending the rest of her life with anyone else. She already spent her first eleven years with boring complacency and she’d be damned if that lasted any longer. So they meet again at another gala the next month and then after, they scheduled a meeting without the crowd of overaged morons. Maximus found Vic interesting enough that she dropped from her current school and transferred to hers. Vic couldn’t believe what she did at first but she may have half screamed half squealed when her parents confirmed the fact. Maximus later found out about it and teased the hell out of her cute blushing face.
By the time that Vic got her pixie cut, they were already dating. The confession wasn’t as much romantic as it was spontaneous.
“Date me.” Maximus just suddenly dropped out of nowhere during an ordinary drive to the coffee shop.
The confession was just so unexpected that it almost passed by Vic’s head. Almost. In a few seconds, her brain stopped and so did the car as her foot slammed on the brakes. Her head turned and faced her, gaping. “What did you just say?”
“Eyes on the road, partner.” Maximus teased. “Did you know that most car accidents happen because the driver is looking elsewhere?”
“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me.” Vic snarled and Maximus smiled wider because even Vic’s angry face was cute. She didn’t share her same amusement though. She glared harder. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Sorry, did I stutter?” Maximus leaned in close, so close that their noses were almost touching and their breaths were warm and mixing, and oh god it was intoxicating for Vic. In a seductively low voice, Maximus whispered, “I said fuck me.”
A delectable shiver ran through Vic’s spine and Maximus’ teeth showed. There’s also the obvious coloring of her cheeks but Vic was adamant on powering through this. “Maybe I’ll think about it when you say what you actually first said.”
“So that’s a yes on fuck?” Maximus grinned devilishly.
Vic’s blush burned to a darker shade as she stammered, “F-Fuck, Max! Just say those goddamned words already!” And in a softer, more shy voice she whispered, “I just… I just want to hear them and know this is real.” And that’s Maximus’s signal to quit messing around.
She schooled her face into one of seriousness as she gazed deeply. No more fucking around. “Date me, Vic.” Before Vic could answer, Maximus’ lips were already on hers. And when she pulled back, she faintly heard the reverent whisper of a “yes” that she pulled from Vic’s lips. Maximus licked her lips with pride. “We’re gonna fucking rule the world together.”
As much as Maximus would have loved to skip to the part where they rule the world, Vic thought it was imperative for them to continue their education and this was non-negotiable. So fast forward to now where they’re in college. At least they share an apartment so she thinks it’s not all that boring. Maximus still doesn’t give a shit about things but Vic does and she makes it a point that Max knows.
“Max, get your lazy ass up already or you’ll miss your defense.” Vic scolded her for the nth time this past ten minutes. “Don’t make me throw water at you because you know I will if you don’t get up in the next thirty seconds.”
“And ruin the bed? Where ever will we sleep then?” Maximus gasped playfully.
“Obviously I’ll be taking the sofa and you’ll be sleeping on the cold hard ground. Twenty seconds.” Vic tapped her foot irritably by the bedside.
“Hey, don’t talk about our floor like that.” Maximus pouted. “Besides, it’s more comfortable than you think. The coolness is perfect for the summer weather.”
“It’s officially winter in two weeks. And no, you’re not getting any extra blankets to touch our impeccable floor.” Vic pushed. “Ten seconds.”
“Vic, it’s eight in the morning. My defense is at nine. There’s no need to rush. Besides, the prof is just as tardy as I am anyways.” Maximus reasoned but Vic was having none of that.
“Five seconds, Max.” She announced tersely and raised a glass of water threateningly.
Maximus immediately shot up at the last second, reached for the glass and downed the whole drink. “There. Now where’s my morning kiss?” She smiled lopsidedly.
“That hardly bears merit for a reward.” Vic scoffed as she took the glass and set it aside on the bedside drawer.
Without warning, Maximus leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. “I’m taking it anyways.” She grinned toothily.
Vic’s already used to Maximus’ impulsive displays of affection but she never did learn how to tame her blushes. “You’re insufferable.” She muttered but not with a small smile.
“That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.” Maximus replied with a chuckle that ended shortly when she growled lowly, “So where’s my morning makeout session?”
Vic blinked. Her eyes quickly flitted to the clock and then back to her girlfriend, debating. She bit her lower lip in thought as Maximus licked hers in anticipation. Until finally, Vic let out a sigh and leaned forward. “Fuck it. Ten minutes tops.”
Maximus just grinned in victory. “Negotiable, right?”
And sure, life was still boring as hell most of the time and Maximus could still never be bothered to make an effort. But it’s moments like these that make her consider otherwise. Maximus couldn’t care less about anything but Vic worries about everything. Life has been less boring with Vic around and Maximus will do everything within her power to keep this life. Whenever she thinks of Vic, she thinks that maybe she’d like to at least try. Effort has never been her thing but maybe that’s just because she didn’t have a reason worth it before— before Vic. It’s different now and maybe she’s changed as well even if only just by a bit.
Maximus puts in a little more effort nowadays and even more so when Vic rewards her.
head cannon request ^^ what if MC ran away from home for almost a week because she was out looking for a special present for the RFA+V+Unknown? If one of you do answer thank you!!! ^^
okay im not sure if it was run away from like their parents or s/o so i picked s/o
MOD SAERAN HERE :D ( i am so sorry anon for not responding quickly enough to your HC but here i am :D FORGIVE ME PLEASE)
*WARNING NO NO WORDS LIKE BAD WORDS*
YALL ARE TRYING TO KILL THESE POOR MEN LOL
recently, he has seen you using your computer lately and when he asks you why are you on it so much…. you just tell him…. the words he hate hearing….. NOTHING…
he tries not to flip out but he thinks you are hiding something
he is not thinking you are cheating but he knows you are up to something
its been bugging his mind lately….wondering what were you doing….what called your attention so much….to that DAMN computer…
he had two choices 1) Hack or 2) have a conversation with you
he wanted to chose 1 but he knows better he gotta chose 2
next day he finally asked you about it and you said that you couldn't tell him
YOU COULDN'T TELL HIM
HE FLIPPED OUT
he was wondering why were you hiding it so much
he just lost it
MC WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME GODDAMIT YOU TOLD ME NO SECRETS
NO MATTER WHAT
YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE
HE STORMED OFF
YOU WISHED YOU COULD TELL HIM BUT IT WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING YOU WORKED HARD FOR
IT DIDNT HELP THAT…… YOUR FLIGHT LEFT IN 6 HOURS…..OH BOY…….. *DRAMAAAAA*
YOU LEFT A NOTE AND YOU WASHED YOUR HANDS AND ACCIDENTALLY LEFT SOME WATER ON THE NOTE BUT YOU DIDNT CARE YOU WERE IN A HURRY
BUT YOU DIDNT KNOW THE WATER SMUDGED THE INK BADLY
YOU GRABBED YOUR SUITCASE AND SMALL BAG AND LEFT
HOPING HE WOULD UNDERSTAND YOUR NOTE AND THAT EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY WHEN YOU GOT HOME
YOU KNEW YOU HAD TO LEAVE NOW BEFORE SAEYOUNG COMES HOME AND STARTS ASKING ALL DEM QUESTIONS
YOU CALLED THE CAB AND LEFT
FUCK HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN IN HERE
YOU STARED AT THE CLOCK AND ITS BEEN 10 HOURS
WOW I SLEPT FOR A LONG TIME AND YOU NOTICE MC WASNT IN YOUR SHARED BEDROOM
FUCK FUCK FUCK
I AM RIGHT >:o
SHE IS WRONG >:O
BUT YOU KNEW YOU HAD TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO DRAMATIC
YOU SHOULD BE TRUSTING MC
YOU LEFT THE BEDROOM AND SAW SHE WASNT THERE
YOU HEARD MOVEMENTS IN THE KITCHEN AND YOUR EYES WERE STARTING TO GET TEARY EYED
YOU WALKED IN THE KITCHEN AND SAW HER BROWN KNITTED SWEATER AND YOU JUST STARTED TO BAWL YOUR EYES OUT
MC I AM SO SOORRRRRRYYYY I SHOULDNT OF SNAPPED AT YOU LIKE THAT
YOUR EYES WERE CLOSED
YOU SMELLED HER COMING NEAR YOU IN A HUG
WHEN DID MC GET SO FLAT CHESTED
YOU SWEAR SHE HAD GOOD SIZE TITS
YOU KNEW FOR A FACT THAT MC WAS SHORTER THAN YOU
WHY ARE WE SIMILAR HEIGHT NOW
WHAT THE HELL I- OH DEAR GOD PLEASE DONT LET IT BE
*OPEN EYES AND SEES*
IDIOOOOOTTT BROTHER WHY ARE YOU WARING MCS CLOTHES EVEN WITH A WIG
BECAUSE I-I-I I CAN :D SHE ALWAYS SEEM SO COMFORTABLE IN THESE SWEATERS SO I DECIDED TO TRY IT ON I HAD TO STRETCH IT A BIT BUT I KNOW SHE WOULDNT MIND
YOU WALKED AWAY
SAERAN WHERE ARE YOU GOOOIIIINNNGGGG
I NEED TO FIND MC WE GOT IN A FIGHT
SHE ISNT IN THE BLACONY?
NO LET ME CHECK
WA–IT SAERAN WAIT
THERES A NOTE HERE
SAEYOUNGS FACE WENT BLANK
YOU GRABBED THE NOTE AND READ
SORRY SAERAN GOOD BYE
YOU SAW HER TEARS AND SMUDGE INK
YOU DONE IT NOW
YOU BROKE DOWN CRYING
YOU WAITED BY THE DOOR FOR 2 DAYS AND NOTHING
YOU BARELY SLEPT
IF YOU DID IT WAS IN THE SHOWER
YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT TO EAT
NOT EVEN ICE CREAM
SAEYOUNG MADE YOU EAT SOMETHING LIKE CRACKERS
HE WAS WORRIED
YOU DIDNT CARE YOU MADE MC RAN AWAY FROM YOU
YOU WERE A MONSTER
4 DAYS HAVE PASSED SINCE SHE LEFT
SAEYOUNG SAT NEXT TO YOU AND PUT ON THE TV
IT WAS A BEN N JERRY COMMERICAL ANNOUNCING ITS NEW ICE CREAM FLAVOR BUT IT WAS A SECRET
THEY WOULDNT ANNOUNCE IT TILL 3 MORE DAYS
YOU KNEW YOU WOULD OF BEEN HAPPY BECAUSE BEN N JERRY IS YOUR LIFE
BUT YOUR REAL LIFE LEFT YOU
YOU MADE HER RAN AWAY FROM YOU
6 DAYS HAVE PAST AND YET NO MC
YOU AND YOUR BROTHER TRIED FINDING HER LOCATION WITH HER PHONE BUT YALL DIDNT GET NOTHING
SAEYOUNG VOWED TO KEEP WORKING ON IT
YOU LOVED YOUR BROTHER FOR THAT
FOR ALWAYS BEING YOUR ROCK
YOU COULDNT HANDLE IT NO MORE
YOU WENT FOR THE LIQUOR BUT THERE WAS NONE
SAEYOUNG LOOKED AT YOU AND SHAKED HIS HEAD
FUCK, HE EMPTY EVERYTHING OUT
YOU JUST SAT BACK AT THE COUCH AND STARED AT THE DOOR
7 DAYS HAVE PAST SEEN M-
YOU HEAR DOORS BEING SLAMMED SHUT OUTSIDE
SAEYOUNG LIFTED UP HIS HEAD
SAERAN HEARD YOUR VOICE ANSWERING THE QUESTIONS TO OPEN THE DOOR
ONCE HE SAW IT WAS YOU HE RAN TO YOU AND CRIED AND FELL TO HIS KNEES CRYING
YOU PICKED HIM UP AND ASKED HIM IT WAS OKAY THAT YOU UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS MAD
YOU TOLD HIM: READY FOR YOUR SURPRISE
HE WAS ????????????
THEN YOU WERE ????????
SAEYOUNG WAS ??????????!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????
AND THEN YOU MENTION THE NOTE
SAEYOUNG HANDED YOU THE NOTE AND SAW THE WATER SMUDGED EVERYTHING
YOU TOLD HIM YOU SAID IN THE NOTE
I UNDERSTAND WHY YOU GOT MADE SAERAN IM SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO TELL YOU BUT ITS A SURPRISE I HAVE TO LEAVE FOR A WEEK SORRY SAERAN GOODBYE
YOU TOLD HIM YOU WASHED YOUR HANDS
HE ASKED WHAT WAS THE SURPRISED THEN SINCE HE WAS SHOOK
YOU TOOK HIM AND SAEYOUNG TO THE TV AND TURNED IT ON AND BAM THERE WAS THE ANNOUNCMENT
BEN N JERRY: HELLOOOO EVERYONE HERE IS OUR NEW FLAVOR: SAERAN’S CHOCOLATE CHUNKY PECAN ICE CREAM
HIS TWO FAVES
HE FUCKING DIED
HE JUST FAINTED
YOU HELPED HIM UP AND GIGGLE
YOU TWO SHOWERED TOGETHER AND SAEYOUNG LEFT THE HOUSE TO GO SEE ELLY brother award over here for knowing when to leave HIS OWN HOME
you and Jaehee have been together for merely 2 months but yet it felt like forever because yall enjoyed each other’s company and love
but lately jaehee has been really stressed because her favorite coffee beans just disappeared from where she always put them
she isnt saying that you misplace them or used them
she questions you almost everyday
you guys use to wake up and cuddled while drinking coffee
but now the coffee mysteriously disappeared
she doesnt spend mornings with you any more
when you wake up
you find that she always leaves a note saying she went to work early
you know she needs coffee to get her thru the day
but you didnt take or misplaced her coffee beans
you always try telling you that but she just keeps quiet not wanting to start an argument
but her being quiet just pushes you to the edge
you just tell her to shout at you to say what she is thinking
all she says “ its better for me not to”
she walked away from you
you knew you had to fix this
you grabbed your phone and looked for plane tickets for Ethiopia
you just shaked your head and wrote on the same note she writes on saying take care
you didnt wrote anything else because you were mad
and also it was only suppose to be a short trip
so you left
if only MC confesses that she knows where my coffee beans are
we can go back to normal
i cant believe im acting so childish just for coffee
i need to call Mr. Han and let him know that I need to take the day off
Hello Assistant Ka-
you were screaming
you dropped your phone
and screamed and cried when you saw the note
she left you
you deserved it
for making the coffee beans a problem in your relationship
perhaps MC really didnt know where your beans are
what did i do
i lost everything now
she fell on the floor and cried
10 mins later Jumin body gaurds came rushing in and knocked her door down
*ALPHA 1 TO ALPHA 2 COAST IS CLEAR*
*COPY THAT ALPHA 1 EAGLE IS READY TO FLY*
Jumin walked in looking at you like -.-
i thought there was a robber …..you startled me
wow thanks for saving me *sarcastically*
you’re welcome, now what seems to be the problem
she left me Mr.Han ….. *throws he note to his feet*
*a guard picked it up for him*
you can have the week off assistant kang and *looks at body gaurd* please hand me all my personal stash
RIGHT AWAY SIR *COMES BACK 10 SECONDS LATER* HERE YOU GO SIR
jaehee, *hands 30 bottles of imported wine* ill come by and join with you after i sign a few documents… please dont do nothing reckless
ill leave two of my men here see you later
right when he left
you opened the wine
when he came back after to check up on you
4 bottles were already done
he felt sorry for you and wondered why did you left her
where did you go
where did you stay ?
he went to everyones house and you werent there
saeran and saeyoung double team to find you.. but your phone was turned off
they worked day in a day out
jaehee…. well she was gone
she didnt want to eat
she threw away some of zens musicals because they reminded her of you
she cried herself to sleep every night
by her 6th night
one of jumins guard felt bad for you
and decided to make you a sandwich
you ate it with wine :/
she proceeded to cry herself to sleep again
she woke up that morning hearing Zen and Jumin screaming
she lifted her head up and heard Saerans voice yelling at them back
and then you heard a females voice
you wobbled into the room
and you saw her
you saw the whole situation unfold
Zen: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FOUND HER THE 4TH FUCKING DAY SHE LEFT
Jumin: I EXPECTED THIS FROM SAEYOUNG BUT NOT YOU AS WELL SAERAN JESUS MAN
Saeran: SHE GAVE ME AND SAEYOUNG HER REASON WHY SHE LEFT AND WE SYMPATHIZE WITH HER SOMETHING THAT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO
Jumin: say that again *he got closer* i dare you *he looked down at saeran
Saeran: *he looked into jumins eyes not afraid of facing someone taller than him* you better watch what you say rich boy money cant buy you out of this
MC: *she went between saeran and jumin and grabbed saeran by his shoulders and was gaurding him*
Saeyoung: *went infront of saeran and you*
Saeyoung: dont you dare do something that you will regret Jumin. MC told you her reason when we picked her up
Zen: * he went closer to Jumin* I agree with Jumin! MC THAT WAS RECKLESS OF YOU TO DO THAT YOU COULD OF BEEN HURT OR ANYTHING IF YOU REALLY WANTED THAT THING YOU COULD OF ASKED JUMIN BUT NO “HEAT OF THE MOMENT” GOT TO YOU (HE SHOUTED)
Saeran: DONT YOU DARE SHOUT AT HER ZEN BEFORE I MESS UP THAT FACE AND THE LITTLE CAREER YOU HAD WILL GO DOWN THE DRAIN
MC: *went to the middle* (jaehee saw she had brusies all over her arms and a cut on her cheek… she gasphed softly)EVERYONE STOP IT WAS MY CHOICE AND SAERAN AND SAEYOUNG RESPECTED MY WISHES AND UNDERSTOOD. JUMIN AND ZEN. I UNDERSTAND YOU GUYS FREAKED OUT BECAUSE I DIDNT EAT PROPERLY AND ALMOST FELL DOWN A CLIFF. BUT I NEEDED TO GET PURE ETHIOPIA BEANS FOR JAEHEE CAUSE THAT IS HER FAVORITE COFFEE BEANS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. SHE NEVER OWNED A FULL FREAKING BAG. IT WAS MY CHOICE PLEASE JUMIN AND ZEN RESPECT IT.
JUMIN: OKAY FINE. WHATEVER MC. BUT ONCE YOU GIVE THE BEANS TO JAEHEE W-
ZEN INTERRUPTED: WE ARE TAKING YOU TO THE FREAKING HOSPITAL ALL OF US OKAY TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE OKAY AND I SWEAR IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU SKIPPED MEAL
JUMIN FUCKING LOST IT: MC MC MC TELL ME DIDNT YOU SKIP A MEAL JESUS CHRIST WOMEN HAVE YOU GONE MAD. YOU NEED A WELL BALANCED NUTRITIOUS MEA-
SAERAN: JESUS CHRIST SHUUUUTT THE FUCCCCCCCC-
JAEHEE: EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP
MC: jaehee i i-
jaehee runned to you and cried
you tried giving her the beans
but she pushed it away
Jumin: *whispered softly and sarcastically to zen* women almost died and all she does is push away the beans
Saeran and Saeyoung just stared down jumin and proceeded to wait outside
yall went to the hospital
they found you you skipped many meals
jumin and zen went insanse
saeyoung and saeran were trying to calm them down
yoosung came in crying
cause no one told him anything
jaehee just laid down with you happy that you are okay
she went to her car to take out a blanket so she can spend the night at the hospital with you
she picked up the blanket and found the beans
she left the beans behind
she cried in her car
V had this habit of leaving his camera everywhere because
1) he is use to having it everywhere just in case he got inspiration
2) he is use to living alone now so he keeps forgetting that you keep telling him to stop living it everywhere
that it must be in a secure place before it gets damage
he just chuckles but
yall dont understand
he lives and breathes for that camera
like it was his first expensive camera
and he has an emotional attachment to that camera
one day he left the camera under your pillow
why is it there
well he got inspiration to take a picture of when you were sleeping cause he thought you were so beautiful
he left it on your side by accident
so when you got home tired from work and answering emails for party guest
MC WHAT IS IT ARE YOU HURT WAIT IS THAT A BAND AID
HIS FACE HAD NO EXPRESSION
BUT YOU SAW HOW HIS BEAUTIFUL EYES TURNED 3 SHADES DARKER
YOU SAW TEARS FORMING
HIS JAW CLENCHED
GET OUT he hissed
MC GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT
V IM SORRY I CAN HELP REP-
RIKA GAVE ME THAT CAMERA MC. YOU CANT REPLACE WHAT SHE GAVE ME. NOW GEEETTT OUUUUUTTTTT
you were crying
you went to yoosungs house
you knocked on his door
HEY MC WHY ARE YOU CRYING WHAT DID V DO
YOU JUST CRIED
THIS SMOL BEAN CRIED WITH YOU
HE STOPPED PLAYING LOL SO HE CAN TAKE CARE OF YOU
WHEN YOU TOLD HIM WHAT V SAID
BEAN WAS MAD
HE WAS A CRYING MAD BEAN
HE WAS READY TO KICK V’S ASS
HE WAS READY TO KICK EVERYONES ASS
EVEN HIS OWN
yoosung let you sleep on his bed and he took the couch
you couldnt help but feel so guilty
you looked at your bank account and transferred money from your savings to checking
around 3:00 am you left yoosungs house
you left him a note you made your way to the airport
with just the clothes on your back and tears on your face
i hate v so much
i cant believe he thought he was special enough to call him himself after a letter
ima kick his asss how dare he hurt MC
you know what
everyone deserves to kick V’s ass
he message the RFA at 7:09am
they all showed up at 7:13 am
jaehee was sent to see how you were doing since she is a female and who knows how you were
but lord jesus christ
papa zen was fuming
he was ready to kill fucking v
like he was mad
jumin tried to calm him down but he couldnt
they heard sobbing
they all ran
it was jaehee crying
they didnt see you there but a note and your phone
ZEN AND YOOSUNG LEFT THE FUCKING HOUSE
YOOSUNG ASKED IF HE CAN SHARE A RIDE WITH ZEN
ZEN SAID FUCK IT HOLD ON TO YOURSELF
THEY LEFT TO V
jumin directed everyone to go to his limo
jumin picked up the phone and note
he was the last one to read the note
“it seems that Rika’s prescence will always be more powerful than mine….especially with you V and the RFA. Yoosung thank you so much for everything…. I am going somwhere and please dont try to find me….. I need to make things right even if it kills me… I love you guys…Zen, Jumin,Jaehee, you, Saeyoung, Saeran, Elizabeth 3rd, and V… bye everyone”
jumin heart ache
he needed to hear the whole story
he clenched your phone and felt that it was wett from your tears
ESPECIALLY CAUSE SHE PUT ELIZABETH 3RD
driver kim caught up to zen and past him and zen just drove faster
yall got to v’s place and yoosung was so mad that he made a dent in V’s door
yoosung just charged in and he got on top of V
and he started to punch him
and V was trying to get the monkey off
but then saeyoung and saeran got him off
jumin then punched him
zen kicked him
jaehee was about to slap him but she didnt
saeran was about to go
but everyone knows saeran can kill a man
they hold saeran back xD
V got up and he was drunk as fuck
Yoosung got pist and screamed she left she left
and he said
i told her to leave
JUMIN WENT TO HIM AND PUSHED HIM AGAINST THE WALL GRABBED HIS SHIRT AND LOOKED INTO HIS EYES AND SAID
WHAT DID YOU DO TO MC
SHE BROKE MY CAMERA JUUMIIIAAAN SHE BROOKKEEE ITT
ITS JUST A FUCKING CAMERA
BUT RIKKAAHHHH GAVE IT TO M-
SAERAN: FUCK RIKA (IN THIS MOMENT THE WHOLE MYSTIC MESSENGER FANDOM AGREED WITH SAERAN)
SAEYOUNG:WE NEED TO CLEAN HIM UP AND STAY HERE TO WATCH HIM I HAVE A FEELING HE IS GONNA LOSE IT WHEN WE TELL HIM
TELL ME WHAT - V SAID
JAEHEE: THAT THAT M-
ZEN: MC LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU
JUMIN: SHE LEFT A NOTE AND HER PHONE… SHES GONE
V VOMITTED ALL OVER JUMIN
JUMIN WAS PIST
HE BOUGHT EVERYONE CLOTHES TO STAY WITH V
HE EVEN BOUGH T INFLATABLE MATTRESSES
SAERAN AND SAEYOUNG WENT TO THEIR HOME AND BROUGHT BACK THE EQUIPMENT THEY NEEDED TO FIND MC
V WAS MORE STABLE
HE SAW THE WHOLE RFA IN HIS HOUSE
EVEN ELIZABETH 3RD
HE ASKED WHY THEY WERE THERE
YOOSUNG JUST KILLED HIM WITH HIS GLARE
UM WHAT IS GOING ON EVERYONE-V
JUMIN GOT UP AND WENT TO HIM
DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE FIGHT YOU HAD WITH MC
SHIT MY CAMERA I NEED TO FIND HER JUMIN WHERE IS SHE STAYING
SAERAN: WE DONT KNOW SHE FLED THE COUNTRY
FOR THE REST OF THE DAYS THE RFA HAD TO TAKE CARE OF V
ITS BEEN 6 PAINFUL LONG DAYS
BUT JUMIN NOTICED SAERAN AND SAEYOUNG TALKING
THEY KEPT LOOKING AT SAEYOUNGS SCREEN AND SAERAN SHAKED HIS HEAD
JUMIN: HAVE YOU FOUND HER
SAERAN: UM WELL UM
SAEYOUNG: WE FOUND TRACES OF HER IN THE UNITED STATES BUT WE ARE NOT SURE IF SHE IS STAYING OR WHAT SHE IS DOING
JUMIN: WHAT STATES
SAERAN: CALIFORNIA AND SUPPOSEDLY SHE WENT TO ALASKA FIRST
YOOSUNG: THATS WHERE RIKA IS
ZEN: JESUS CHRIST WHERE DID SHE WENT FIRST ALSAKA OR CALIFORNIA
SAEYOUNG: WE ARE TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT ITS LIKE SHE KNEW WE WERE GONNA TRACK HER AND SHE JUST SO
V: I I DESTROYED HER I I CAN-T
V STARTED TO CRY AND JAEHEE TOOK HIM TO LAY DOWN
ZEN: JUMIN DO YOU THINK SHE WILL EVER COME BACK
JUMIN WENT TO GO LOOK OUTSIDE THE WINDOW: -heavy sigh- i i just dont know
Yoosung over heard and he felt bad…badthat his cousin is still causing pain…..
they all went to bed in the living room
shit even V he slept on the couch
everyone was thinking about MC
and remembering how they always brought up RIka
damn they all felt guilt
saeyoung: -whipser- brother are are you getting the same signal
saeran: mc is back *whisper*
Jumin woke up so quickly when he heard them say that
saeran: my records say that she was at the airport
saeyoung: yeah i thinnk she just arrived There
jumin: access the camera scans now
saeran: already have it here look i think thats her
saeyoung: but but if it is here then why does she have a big bandage on her shoulder
jumin: fuck, we are keeping this private till we know her every move got it
saeran: i dont work for you
jumin pulls out his check book and writes 3,000,000 USD
saeran: you got it boss
saeyoung: WHAT ABOUT ME
jumin: *grabs elizabeth 3rd and hands it to him* only for 1 hour
ELizabeth 3rd ran to the door and meowed
Saeran smirked and ran to the door
saeyoung: WTF HOW DID YOU KNOW SAERAN
saeran: ive been tracking MC for a while already you are just….slower
MC: hello everyone
saeran patted your shoulder and looked at your bondage
jumin got teary eyed
v v was sobbing and went crawling to you on your knees
you helped him get up and hugged him
you were hugging him while people ask you questions
what happen to your shoulder ?
Oh ummm im guessing one of the twins must of mention i was in alaska to see rika and ummm she toook the surprise visit not well and she got a knife and almost stab me with it *v hugged tighter* but she just slashed me
im sorry i shouldnt of said anything about rika i know rika means a-
you let go of V and got him the most expensive camera in the world and you said sorry and he just hugged you and promise to love you and never let you go and he said sorry then everyone came in for a group hug
remember the space station that he promise to marry you in
yeah it never happened
the beginning of yalls relationship was perfect
but ever since you accidentally destroyed the hard drive that contain all of saerans baby pictures
couldnt stand looking at you anymore
sex felt like it was a routine
he didnt make you feel pretty anymore
one day she was bought a new dress she asked saeyoung and saeran what they thought of it
MC: so what do you guys think?
Saeran: you look beautiful MC ! wow my brother is lucky to have you
saeyoung: you really think so ?
saeran: yeah MC looks amazing ! I wish i can heal faster and i can love someone the way you love MC awkward
he didnt know okay
he thought yall ere going thru a dry spell
MC: thats so sweet of you saeran!
saeyoung: if you really think she is beautiful you can have her. She not useful for me anymore
saeran: dude what the fuck is wrong with you
MC: saeyoung its been months i said im sorry !!!!! okay im sorrry !!!! (goes on knees) please forgive me saeyoung please!!!
Saeran:MC what happened
Saeyoung: ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
MC: I WAS CLEANING HIS DESK AND I ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED THE DR.PEPPER HE HAD ON HIS DESK AND IT SPILLED ON THE HARD DRIVE THAT HAD YOUR PICTURES SAERAN *SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY*
Saeran: are you seriously mad at her because of that brother!? you have me here now and its best to forget the past
Saeyoung: BUT THOSE PICTURES MEANS A LOT TO ME IT REMINDS ME OF HOW FAR WE CAME AND SHE FUCKING RUINED IT
mc ran to the guest bedroom
you heard saeran and saeyoung arguing some more and then an hour later you heard a door knock
it was saeran
you opened the door
he just hugged you and closed the door
you cried and cried and cried
he held you in his arms like a protective brother
he was saying sorry for his brothers actions
you told him no
you told him it was your fault
he literally told him everything
from how he treated you to how you felt like sex was a chore to how he wouldnt even pay attention to you anymore
he saw how broken you were
he didnt know what to do
he remember when he was having episodes you just hugged him
so he did the same thing for you as you did for him for months
saeran offered you saying that the both of you can sleep in the living room together so you wouldnt be alone
he felt awkward sleeping with you in closed bedrooms… especially noq
he knew saeyoung wouldnt say anything
but saeyoung was different now
you declined saying you would like to cry yourself to sleep without anyone watching
he left and went to his room and cried
cried because he knows how it feels to cry yourself to sleep
he had to help fix this
he went to saeyoungs bedroom and knocked
he saw his brother on his computer doing coding
saeran shut down his laptop
saeyoung: i was in the middle of work
saeran: congrats now whats wrong
saeyoung: shes useless i dont love her
saeran: i know you better than that im not stupid tell me whats wrong why does it bother you that the pictures are erased now
saeyoung: cause that was the only thing that gave me purpose in life back then brother i thought you were actually happy and it made me feel at peace whenever im stressed now i look at the pcitures of you and MC and i feel at peace but she fucked it up
saeran: brother she didnt it was an accident im not mad that the pictures are gone
saeyoung: your not ? how come
saeran: i have my new family now and i prefer this than that
saeyoung: can i hug you?
saeran: one arm hug thats it
saeyoung give him a two arm hug and saeran returned it
he made a promise to god and saeran that he was going to fix everything with MC and he was going to spend the rest of his life apologizing to her
saeran got up
it was around 3:42am
he was thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen
he decided to go by the guest room and see if you were okay
he knocked gently
he knocked again
he was about to open the door but it was already ajar
he saw the bed freshly made
he heard the taxi honk
shit MC is making a run for it
he ran to the door and opened it and he saw you ready to leave them
MC PLEASE DONT THINK ABOUT THIS !MY BROTHER IS AN IDIOT PLEASE MC NO
he fell to his knees but he got up and was running after you
you turned around and
mouthed im sorry
he screeched his brothers name
his brother ran to saeran
he saw you leaving off with the taxi he memorized the number of the plate before he fell to his knees
he was screaming your name
they both were
they were two broken men that you left behind
but you didnt see saeyoung crying his heart out
you didnt see him pounding the cement
you didnt see his brother running his fingers thru his hair
you didnt see any of it
i fucking lost her
i pushed her away
its all my fault i dont deserve to live
i felt my brother hug me
he was shaking
he was crying
i got a flashback of how he did the exact same motion whenever our mom was about hit us
my brother was scared he was going to relapse because MC helped saeran out so much
she saw him as his brother
she helped me
keep me sane
she helped me loved life
she let me be happy
i destoyed the love of my life
i destroyed the light that keep this family going
after all she is my furture wife
and she is saerans sister
i shook saeran off me
saeran: w-ww–ee ne-need t-to fi-find h-her
i dragged my brother to our desk
we cleaned all paper work
and got ready
to find MC
i inputed the license plate number while saeran access every single camera within the 50 mile radius
we putthe cameras on the big screen *the wall*
and looked to see if we could see the cab
we found it
it was nearby the train station shit
i got the keys to my fastest car
and i got in the dirver seat and saeran got in the passenger seat
to get to the train station by car takes 45 mins
we got there in 15
saeran was doing everything he can to stall the train station from departing and he was successful
we were two crazy men yelling out MC name throught the station
we barged thru and checked every train cart she wasnt there
we lost her
we lost our fire
i lost my life
for 6 days straight me and saeran were looking at every possible country city looking for MC
we never found her
we were both losing our selves
i started to hate myself
saeran was hating me but was trying to control his emotions
i wanted to die
i cant be in this world without MC
my brother knew what i was thinking and searched harder
somehow we both fell asleep
until i heard an angelic voice saying me and my brothers name
it was MC
i screamed and woke my brother up
he thought he was hallucinating
i thought so as well
saeyoung: i think im seeing her
saeran: have we gone mad
MC: no its me im sorry guys i jus-
i went over to her and picked her up and kissed her
i put her down so saeran can hug her
but he was just on his knees crying
she bent down and hugged him
he was having a break down and i bent down and hugged my family
MC got up and my heart stopped
was she going to tell me she is going to leave us for good
she got something out of her purse and went to the computer and inputed a USB drive
it had all the pictures that was on the file that she accidentally broke
it had more pictures of us
and then it went to her and saeran
where they went to little trip while i was at work
and then it was the RFA
then the second to last paicture was all of us a family photo with the rfa
the last picture was her smiling in the middle between me and saeran
he was smiling in the photo
i broke down and hugged her
she told us she went to her grandfather in japan and he fixed everything and modernized it a bit and she decided to add more photos
i spent the rest of my life makin git up to her
we had the space ship wedding just like i wanted no
what we wanted
you guys rarely and i mean RARELY get into arguments
you guys understand each other
love each other
respect each others boundaries
but not every relationship can be picture perfect
one day you two were playing LOL together
he loved that you actually took interest into something he liked because he made his life a bit better
but he knew that he had to do something you likes
and guess what you liked
THE FREAKING GYM *WHICH IS NOT ME LOL I RATHER BE AT HOME AND RELAX AND EAT CHIPS
so yoosung was actually getting into decent shape
zen was lowkey jealous because people were starting to notice yoosung more LOL
so one day you decided that you needed to workout alone and yoosung was fine cause he wanted to defeat a level
but then you started to out more and more on your own
the reason for that is because you were enrolled in a insanity workout class and you knew yoosung couldnt handle it
he confronted you because he is a worried bean and you showed him some videos and he just cried
cried because you KNEW HIM SO WELL
one day you came home all sweaty and tired and you notice that yoosung wasnt home
you threw your gym bag aiming for the couch but you accidentally hit yoosungs limited edition LOL ACTION FIGURE
YOU WERE CRYING
YOU WENT TO IT TO TRY AND FIX IT
BUT ITS HEAD IS MISSING
THE LEG IS ALL CRACKED SIDEWAYS
IF THE ACTION FIGURE WAS A REAL PERSON BEST BELIEVE IT WOULDNT EVEN BE ALIVE ANY MORE
YOU WERE A NERVOUS WRECK
you got the figure together and put it inside a shoe box
you took a shower and put on some comfortable clothes because you had to tell yoosung
yoosung came home pretty late because he was at the library studying
“MC!!!! HOONEEEEY IM HOOME”
aaaaaaaa the sweetness of his voice c:
it sounds so beautiiful
but yet you knew you were going to be the destroyer
shit where he goes EVERYTHING
its time to break this mans heart
you breathed heavily and entered the living room
you saw him going crazy
“ 1…..2…..3.3……4….WHERE IS NUMBER 5 WHERE IS ACTION FIGURE NUMBER 5 I PLACED IT RIGHT HERE HOLLY SPAGHETTI”
fuck how were you going to do this
“um yoosung ….. sweetie…. are you okay”
“MC I AM MISSING NUMBER 5 YOU KNOW THE PURPLE ONE”
“ baby please sit do-”
“HOW CAN I SIT DOWN IN A TIME LIKE THIS”
“YOOSUNG PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO ME”
he sat down and started to cry
“ what is it MC”
“ yoosung i came home from my insasnity workout and my bag hit figure number 5 im sorry yoosung it wasnt on purpose i just thought it was gonna flop onto the couch”
THIS POOR CHILD BURSTED OUT CRYING HE JUST CRIED
you tried to console him but you he kept pushing you away from him
he didnt eat dinner that night
he slept in the same bed as you but you heard him crying himself to sleep
you got onto your phone and looked for a place where they sold the toy
NO ONE HAD IT OKAY THATS HOW LIMITED EDITION HIS FIGURE WAS
you grew desperate
you left the bed silently and went to to the computer and logged onto LOL
you put on the head set and the majority of your and his members were logged on
“OH MY GOD ITS OUR LEADER HELLO LEADER”
“GUYS THIS IS AN EMERGENCY”
you told them everything
“okay guys i need the biggest favor ever…. if anyone has an extra figure of that i am willing to pay big money”
the chatroom grew quiet
you started to cry
then this one player
“leader MC i live in Alaska and i have one extra of the figure but you see its really hard to ship things from here so you would have to come to my place to get it”
you gave private message her saying that if she is really willing
you bought the plane ticket and grabbed some clothes *warm ones*
and left to the airport
but you forgot to leave any trace behind that you were going to come back
it was too into the heat of the moment.
my life is over…. its finished
NO DONT TOUCH ME !!
wait no one is touching me
why is MC not touching me did she went to go get water or what
i got up and looked around our bedroom the sun was already up and i checked the alarm and it was 10:31am
jesus christ i overslept
“MC…. where are you YOU ARE SCARING ME”
today is Saturday so there is no gym classes for her today
where is she
i called zen jumin jaehee and……. the letter that shouldn't be mention… THEY ALL HAVENT SEEN MC
god okay maybe she will come home soon
its been 8 hours
she hasnt been here
its time to go to sevens and saerans house
yes C: you heard thru the door
I NEED YOUR HELP
NO MORE HONEY BUDDAH CHIPS BYE
mc is gone
saeran: what happened?
yoosung: shes just gone
saeyoung: what do you mean she just left… you know her better than anyone where is she usually
yoosung: i checked her places and nothing saeyoung she she sh
saeran: oh fuck please do-
yoosung: *BAWLS OUT CRYING*
saeyoung: there there me and MY BROTHER :D
yoosung: PLEASE SAERAN *RUNS AFTER HIM AND TACKLES HIM DOWN* PLEASE HELP ME FIND MC
saeran: *pushes him off* get off me fine just stay in your corner
saeran then went to get water and gummy worms and proceeded to start looking for you
saeyoung was nice enough to to gve you DR. Pepper and honey buddah chips
but you felt like just crying
LIKE YOU WERE CRYING LIKE A BABY
its been 2 whole days of you just crying
saeran was annoyed
saeran was done
you notice saeran making a drink and you saw that saeyoung was a bit worried
saeran: here drink this… all of it
yoosung: why ITS NOT MC
saeran: i will stop looking for her if you dont drink this
yoosung: fine i i ill dr-drink it
2 hours later you fill your body tingling
yoosung: where does the liquor in here ?
yoosung: does saeran choi is gay
saeran: jesus christ just just work already
saeyounug: DOES SAERAN CHO IS GAY LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO
yoosung: do choi twins is gay ?
saeran: 2 more mins
yoosung: for is um what?
you blanked out
you knocked out
saeyoung: are you sure its not gonna kill him
saeran: yes its just to keep him to shut up for a long time he doesn't let me concentrate
saeyoung: for how long is he gonna sleep for
saeran: 4 days give or take
in the long sleep all you were seeing you life
from being born to now
you were watching a movie of your life
you didnt know how to feel because it SHOWED EVERYTHING
you saw the recent outbreak you did
ouch you hurt MC feeling
oh my god
she probably thought i didnt want her with me anymore
saeran: he is shaking, probably having a bad dream
saeyoung: cant we wake him up/ mc is already on their way here
saeran: idk how to wake him up
saeran: MC is coming i here her cab
saeyoung: oh god
i entered the door and saw saeran throw a blanket over something
what is he doing
saeran: how was alaska ?
mc: it was fine but what are you guys trying to hide from me
saeran: whats in the bag
mc: what are you trying to hide from me
mc: oh my god yoosung
*pushed pass the brothers and saw him sleeping droolings and everything*
MC: WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO
saeran: he NEEDED TO SHUT UP OKAY HE WAS CRYING FOR 2 WHOLE DAYS LIKE DOESNT HE RUN OUT OF TEARS OR SOMETHING JESUS CHRIST HOW DO YOU HANDLE THE CRY BABY
you were screaming for yoosung to wake up and he finally did
MC: THANK GOD YOOSUNG
YOOSUNG: AM I DEAD AM IM SEEING MY ANGEL
MC: *YOU KISSED HIM* IM SO SORRY I BROKE YOUR STATUE YOOSUNG I AM SO SORRY
YOOSUNG: ACTION FIGURE BUT ITS OKAY I I RATHER HAVE YOU THAN THE FIGURE
MC: WHY NOT HAVE BOTH
YOOSUNG: MC IT ITS LIMITED EDITION YOU CANT HAVE B-
* you showed him the figure
yoosung cried even harder
saeran left the house cause he couldnt take it no more
you guys went back home and made up c; and thEn played LOL
for three years you and zen have been happily together but the only problem was that he was always super busy
but you understood because you knew what you were signing up for
what you didn't know is that this beautiful gorgeous man is jealous
like he MUST SHOW IT
he tries so hard to hide to but it is nearly impossible for him to do so
so one day he told you that he has to work over time for a whole week so you logged onto the chatroom and everyone else was keeping you company
many of the RFA members took you out to to dinner or you went over their place to hang out
zen knew and he didnt mind because he trust his friends and you
but for some reason
god was out to get him because he noticed during his breaks you talked to jumin more
more and more days has passed and noticed that you were over at jumins place more than the others
jesus christ he is biting his tongue
but he couldnt help it one day
because he logged on the chat room one day and the whole chat room was blowing up
JUMIN FUCKING HAN POSTED A PERFECT SELFIE WITH YOU WEARING CAT EARS WEARING HIS JACKET LAUGHING AND JUMIN WAS LAUGHING AS WELL
IT WAS THE FIRST TIME JUMIN EVER TOOK A NON BLURRY SELFIE
ZEN: Oh hello MC. I see that you are having fun.
MC: BABY!! how is everything!? i bet you are doing an amazing job in your performances
Yoosung: LOOK JUMIN HAN IS SMILING OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS ENDING
saeyoung: LOOOKK HOW ADORABLE MC LOOKS WITH THE CAT EARS ON
Jaehee: MC does look rather nice… i feel odd that Mr. Han is smiling
Jumin: I am laughing because my best friend is making me laugh
Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom
Zen: what did you say jerk
MC: YAAAAY JUMIN DID IT IM SO PROUD OF YOU JUMIN
Saeyoung: I thought i would never live to see the day
Yoosung: that jumin shows some type of
saeyoung: SEEEEE BRRROTHER YOU HAVE HOPE MC PLEASE DO MY BROTHER NEXT
yoosung: wait MC did jumin!!!?????
Zen: Im going to kill you Jumin
MC: SAEYOUNG WORD SHIT RIGHT but ill be happy to show your brother how to show emotion c:
saeyoung: MC SAERAN IS SMILING OH MY GOOOOD YOUR POWERS ARE WORKING
Saeran: :) thank you MC
Saeran has left the chatroom
Zen: my girlfriend will not help no one
MC: zen are you okay why are you being such a grump :(
Jumin: Yes Zen why are you being a so called “grump”
saeyoung : MC YOU ARE CHANGING THE ROBOT
Jumin: It is nice having her as my company, we drink wine talk about our past and praise Elizabeth 3rd
MC: yes babe ~
Zen: Home. Now.
Zen has left the chatroom
Yoosung: what is his problem
Saeyoung: i dont have a good feeling about this
MC: yeah i should go :/
MC has exit the charoom
Jumin has exit the chatroom
I CANT BELIEVE THAT TRUST FUND JERK IS MAKING MOVES ON MY MC
SHE IS MINE NO ONE ELSE
I THOUGHT I WAS SPECIAL ENOUGH TO BE SAVED FROM HER
BUT NOW IS SEE SHE SAVES EVERYBODY
i got home and i saw that the limo driver barely leaving my house
he even got the nerve to send her in one of his fancy limos…. stupid trust fund jerk
when i went inside i swear i can smell him onj her
Zen: hello. Mc.
MC: hi baby whats wrong?
zen: so i see your into fixing everybody is that your new kink?
mc: zen honestly cut it out Jumin is a very good friend of mine and he is helping me out with something so zen stop.
zen: oh what is he helping you with MC huh huh tell me I CAN HANDLE IT MC TELL ME
MC: ZEN DONT FUCKING YELL AT ME BECAUSE YOU ARE FEELING JEALOUS. IM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO STOP IMAGING STUFF HAPPENING BETWEEN ME AND JUMIN. AND WHILE IM AT IT YOU KNOW I LOVE HELPING PEOPLE BECOME A BETTER PERSON YOU KNOW I LOVE HELPING PEOPLE YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR HELPING POOR CREATURES LIKE ANIMALS AND EVERYTHING WHY IS IT SO WRONG FOR WANTING TO HELP SOME BODY BECOME A BETTER PERSON
ZEN: I THOUGHT YOU ONLY DID IT FOR ME
MC: ZEN I PUT MYSELF LAST JUST SO YO CAN BE HAPPY ZEN I LOVED BEING THERE FOR YOU I LOVE BEING YOUR SHOULDER TO CRY ON BUT ITS NOT THE SAMW TYPE OF CARE THAT I GIVE FOR JUMIN THE ONLY THING HE NEEDS IS FOR SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO HIM NOT TO JUDGE HIM THATS IT. MY LOVE, HEART, MIND, SOUL BELONGS TO YOU AND ONLY YOU
* SHE GOT CLOSER AND YOU HATED IT BECAUSE YOU CAN SMELL THE WINE THAT SHE DRANK IN HIS HOME*
ZEN: i honestly dont know how to feel. i smell him on you and MC i dont know what to think. im sorry i gotta go.
MC: zen wait why are you being so irrational i love you im always there for you i get you dont like jumin but it doesnt mean that i have to hate him so much… if only i could tell you…. but i… cant
ZEN: see you tomorrow MC
and i left
ugh i hate that i cant tell him…. i feel like he forgot that his birthday is coming up because of all the stress he is recieving
why do we gotta fight now…
i have to leave sooon.
god why NOOOOW
shoudl i stay
should i go
fuck it i gotta go… he’ll understand once i show him *breathes heavily* its time to go back
*you picked up the phone and called *
Jumin: the jet is ready for you the driver is still around the corner ill be waiting for you inside the jet. see you soon… best friend…
ugh where the fuck am i ?
why am i surrondered by action figures
where are my clothes?
please god please dont tell me i cheated on MC
NOOOO MY JEALOUSY GOT THE EBST OF ME NOOOO I SCREWED IT BIG TIME
fuck i see panties
i see bras??
why am i in a closet full of women clothing
please dont let it be true
please dont let it be true
Zen: heellooooo anyone there
unrecognizable voice: he is awake your problem now
huh? i think i recognize that voice
you hear someone getting closer to the door
fuck who is it shoit
saeyoung: HIYA ZEN HOW ARE YOU :D
zen: what am i doing here !? where are my clothes
saeyoung: well you see you were infront of our door drunk and saeran tried geting you inside the house becaus you were a mess and you started to take of your clothes and dance to the music that was coming from inside your head :D so saeran threw you into my closet :)
zen: jesus christ *gets up and sees his pants in the corner and puts it in with a shirt*
saeran: thank god you are dressed now… please leave my house
zen: yeah dude sorry im leaving
damn i guess i gone drinking
shit i need to go home
*gets home safetly somehow*
ZEN: MCCC BABY IM SORRY I CAME HOME LATE WHERE ARE CHUUUU
you didnt hear shit
huh perhaps she head to work already
when you were eating a protein bar its like everything fucking hit you
SHIT I HAD A FIGHT WITH MC SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT
you declined every single meeting so you can make up today and spend the day with ehr tomorow
she never showed up that night
you cried yourself to sleep that night
you woke up to yet another day with an empty home
you drank more and more thinking she ran off with jumin
fuck jumin i hate him
MC why did you leave me baby
i fucking loved you so much
im so sorry baby
im sorrry my jealousy ruined us
in another life i would make you stay
so i dont have to say that you were the one that got away
fuck the song is coming into my head
MC just know i love you so much
im sorry im no longer your muse
*continues drinking and smoking for 6 days straight*
MC: hahahahahaah jumin you are hilarious ! Jumin: haha. thank you but i hope zen likes the gift you are going to give him
MC: yes but i feel so guilty because ugh i hope he isnt thinking wrong things…. i feel … i just have a bad feeling about this
Jumin: its okay he is a big boy he can understand.. look MC we are going to land back home
*5 hours later*
jumin: okay we are here ill held back and let you and zen enjoy some time together :)
MC: *hugs him tightly* THANK YOU JUMIN YOU ARE AMAZING THE BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD!
Jumin: okay wow thank you MC i better go ELizaebeth is missing m in the car let me know how he likes it !
okay time to show him his gift
you walked inside the house and saw zen passed out
SHIT ZEN ZEEEEEEN ZEEEEEEENNNN
jumin heard you screaming and crying and he ran inside and called an ambulance and the best doctors in the world
zen woke up three days later to seeing MC Jumin and the rest of the RFA sitting in his hospital room
MC: ZEN SHIT I LOVE YOU OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR WAKING YOU
zen:what do y-y-you mean waking up
Jumin: me and MC found you passed out and its been 5 days since you lost conscious
MC: i know you probably hate me btut i didnt leave you zen i went with jumin to the states to get you this custom built harley and zen im so SORRY
zen cried and told you that he is sorry and he would never drink that much again
Jumin *this is gonna be short sorry i just really want to get this done*
You and Jumin jesus Christ you and jumin were
AND I MEAN SO HAPPY
THAT HE CAN DIE THAT DIE AND LITERALLY
He treated you like a queen in public and in
private you know ;)
It was almost Christmas and Jumin flew away for business
for almost a month
Jaehee was being amazing and told you he was
getting your Christmas gift abroad
And you ?
Well you wanted to get jumin something nice
Since the both of you had joint accounts
And the account literally had so many comas
You decide that you didn’t want the gift to be
You wanted it to be something meaningful
Something he will remember for the rest of his
So you decided you needed to go back to Costa
Rica to visit family while Jumin was away
So you asked your family for help
TO HELP YOU THINK FOR A GIFT
They were stumped caused everything they mention
he already FUCKING HAD
Pussy (Elizabeth 3rd)
What more does this man need
So you needed to go to a family party
But once you arrived at the party you felt sick
you assumed because you weren’t accustom to the
strong scent of mayo for a long time so you just ignored it
until you vomited all over
you’re family members took you to the hospital
you were relived to find out that it wasn’t nothing
so you decided to fly back early
but when you flew back
Jumin han was crying
He was freaking out because you weren’t there
He crawled to you on his knees and told you
SORRY FOR WHAT JUMIN YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT WRONG MY
He kept crying till you bent down and told him
that you visited your family
He just said he would appreciate a call and you
told him that you were sorry
But then you opened your purse
And gave him a paper
MC YOU WERE SICK WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME
Jumin please read the paper you are gonna love
MC YOU WERE SICK JESUS CHRIST DID YOU SKIP A
MEAL MC IT SAID YOU VOMITTED BECAUSEE IT’S A SIDE EFFECT FROM BEING PREGANCT MC
reason i don't like hoseok 1) he's always bothering the hell out of yoongi yet ppl ship them together?? 2) he's average at rap but ppl acts like he's the second coming of jay z, pretty sure namjoon and yoongi would rather have donghyuk in the group 3) his dancing is good, but it's obvious he's less good than jimin, all summer jhope said how he was working hard on bme, but then jimin did bme blindfolded on mama? lol weak. 4) ppl pretending he's good at singing orz 5) he brags too much, etc
I can’t even answer this seriously because I feel like you’re still trying to make me angry for no reason and just being petty
1 - Hoseok and Yoongi are obviously good friends and each member of BTS nags on each other all the time. That’s why theres always those compilations of them bugging each other on Youtube, because it’s supposed to be funny. I do it with my friends, it’s a normal thing lol.. It’s called banter, look it up. I’m sure its completely obvious Yoongi doesn’t hate Hoseok and cares for him and they’ve actually had some of their best moments together, like the Don’t Laugh Vlive, where they were just laughing together.
2 - I’m not saying that Hoseok has to be your favorite rapper, or his songs have to be your favorite, but a lot of people really enjoy MAMA and all of his raps on songs and I believe that they’re very good and he always works really hard on them and despite not even coming into BigHit as a rapper he’s done a lot for BTS with his raps.. and I’m pretty sure that’s false since …every member of BTS are each others friends and always support each other but whatever you say
3 - And on the dancing they all have different dancing styles so people like some dancers more than others. Jimin did it blindfolded because it went along with the concept, and he did great you’re right but Hoseok has worked really hard on BME and the members have mentioned multiple times that they look up to Hoseoks dancing skills and that Hoseok helps them and its been shown in like 3 bombs of Hoseok helping them like if he’s not your fav dancer fine but you can’t dismiss the fact that he’s worked hard as a dancer and has helped BTS as a whole with his dancing skills
4 - For a rapper, he is good at singing… That’s why everyone loves I Like It so much…can’t take this one seriously either
5 - This one you obviously pulled out of your ass since he’s always the first member to notice things like fan projects and is always mentioning being thankful to ARMY and is always supporting the other members work and etc but I’ve literally never seen him brag about himself ever. Source?
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The film’s high school scenes were to be shot at Santa Rosa High School in California in the Santa Rosa District. However, very close to the shooting date, the school board read the script and denied the film to be shot there due to the violent nature, as they had been under the impression the film was a comedy, and production was moved to Healdsburg, CA. As payback, Wes Craven put in the end credits under the special thanks section “NO THANKS WHATSOEVER TO THE SANTA ROSA CITY SCHOOL DISTRICT GOVERNING BOARD”.
The boyfriend in Psycho (1960) is named Samuel Loomis. Samuel Loomis was the doctor in Halloween (1978). In Scream, the teens are watching Halloween. In Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998), the teens are watching Scream 2 (1997).
The use of caller ID increased more than threefold after the release of this film.
When the killer smashes his head through a window and Casey hits him in the face with the phone, Wes Craven is actually wearing the costume and was really hit in the face.
The mask is based on the painting “Scream” by Edvard Munch.
Drew Barrymore was originally cast as Sidney Prescott (eventually played by Neve Campbell). But Drew Barrymore insisted that if she played Casey then it would make the audience think anything could happen.
The film was released in December, five days before Christmas. The studio did this because during the holiday season, family friendly movies are usually released, and the studio wanted to give the horror audience something to see during a time when no horror movies would be out. It opened at #4 with 6.4 million, which led the studio to believe the film had flopped. However, the film’s good word of mouth is what led to its success at the box office. With every week it went up or stayed at the same place in the box office. By the end of its run, it ended up making over 100 million at the United States box office.
Rose McGowan discovered that she could actually fit through a pet flap.
The Jiffy Pop popcorn in the first scene acts as a clock. It goes from normal to out of control as does the scene
Dewey (David Arquette) was supposed to die from the stab wound to the back. Director Wes Craven filmed the scene at the end of the film, where Dewey is alive and being taken to the hospital, just in case he changed his mind about killing Dewey. The screen-test audience loved the character Dewey so much that Craven decided to add his survival scene in the final cut. If you watch closely during the part where Gale (Courteney Cox) is knocked out by Billy (Skeet Ulrich), you can see that Dewey is not breathing when Gale lands on him because Dewey was intended to be dead. Every time Dewey is shown after he is stabbed before the final scene is intended to be his dead body, not him lying unconscious.
i dont mind stories that insert magic into scifi or scifi into fantasy, but it really just has to be done right or else it feels out of place to me? idk why but i didnt like the quest in far harbor with the “mother” showing you where the idol was, or how the fog was kinda giving off this “magic” vibe, since it was never explained. i think like… maybe its because they make it canon that you see the “mother” it confirms that their spirits exist, and if they were going “the mist” vibe where its mysterious and ambiguous because its supposed to be a horror, they totally lost me once they linked this fantasy religion to its existence. idk, its just a personal thing but it just felt too in your face, so it kinda lost all mystery. fnv had a magic spirit too with the ghost of she, its practically the same thing, but idk it wasnt central to anything and it was more “you can believe it or dont” since you were on drugs so it couldve been explained away as a normal bear not on fire, while with the mother of the fog you kinda have to believe it? it wouldnt make any sense if you didnt :/
i think ive figured out the difference between fiction i like and fiction i dont like
i think the concept of the main character being pivotal to the fate of the world/galaxy because theyre Just Special and The Most Most Important is just really boring. but look at, like, everything in fantasy/sci-fantasy/sci-fi. luke is the person who has to fix the galaxy bc he was born special. ellen ripley after alien. nate/nora or the lone wanderer from fallout.
i LOVE when the main character is just some schmuck who spend their time schlepping around until they get involved. and they stay relatively unimportant to the greater part of thte situation they live in!! maybe they help take down some important shit, but they arent special at all and they STRUGGLE. ellen ripley in alien is just some cargo jockey. the courier is just some mailman who happened to be carrying something important and got shot and came back from the us supposed dead REALLY FUCKIN PISSED at some asshole in a suit. totally normal, unexceptional people in steadily more extraordinary situations.
i think its why i loved rogue one so much. it was exactly what i wanted in a star wars movie. ultimately unimportant characters who end up making some change. and even things where the schmuck in question end up saving EVERYTHING can be good if they arent just. special and everyone knows who they are in-universe or they are destined from birth to be important. i want more stories/movies/games with this idea in mind. im tired of John Halo, any bethesda protag, any bioware protag, anything where the MC is just put on a pedestal. of course most of them dont start there but you can just Tell that theyre Special. give me regular people who get in way over their heads and end up becoming strong through strife, through doing whatever it takes to just Get Back Home
Description: A Fallen One. That’s what he was. Ethereal light had once given him life but now he fed from the dark.
Word Count: 2850
Author’s Note: This is my personal warning: cute Minhyuk can’t be more menacingly cute. Enjoy. *^*
The last of windows had just been closed by you, it’s creaking wood silenced by a harsh thud. Your feet slid cold along the ground and your dress skimmed its old yet cared for surface as you rushed through the room. A lantern lit your way and you hurried to meet the others– as it had become a habit, in the centermost chamber of the house– when you noticed the sudden commotion that had developed around you.
“Ara! Has anyone seen Ara?”
Ms. Han’s cries came from the opposite side of the room and the hand that held the candle-lit lantern unconsciously rose as you, too, desperately looked for that particular little girl that, ever so adventurous, had just gone missing.
“Chae-young, have you lost her again? And at a day like this… Do you understand the gravity of the situation?” One of the many dwellers, Ms. Choi, spoke up.
“I know, I know,” Ms. Han cried, rubbing away tears from her eyes harshly and tugging at the roots of her long, honey hair in despair. “I turned around for a brief second and then– For crying out loud, will you just help me find my child, Ji-woo!”
All around you became a haze as you struggled pass the many masses that accumulated in the room, screaming that one name. You debated on leaving your latern behind before hurrying upstairs but decided to take it instead. The candle light offered the light you needed, the slightest warmth, and maybe even a form of protection. Not that in the case of Them having entered your home you could do much with fire. They weren’t witches you could merely throw into fire and watch as the flames consumed them. They weren’t anything like that, not at all. Flames could not devour Their entirety, could not annihilate Their body, or soul. Yes, certainly, at first glance, flames would drown Them, but that’s just as far as it went. Because then, well, then They became it.
“Ara,” you whispered on arriving to her secret spot. A tiny gap between a pale, worn out dresser and a chipping wall in which she hid whenever the two of you, along with the neighboring kids, played a game of hide and seek.
Being 19, you were entitled to take care of the children, despite much of your protests. It weren’t that you didn’t like it, you enjoyed their company, but you could simply not see yourself doing what most of the women did, or were rather, in a way, forced into doing, in the household. You wanted to be free, as much as you could before being married off into what you called it “a sugarcoated slavery”.
“Ara,” you whispered again, a shiver ran down your spine and a certainly not nice feeling filled you to the brim. Your instincts and recklessness, like in many other occasions, got the best of you. Pushing the lanter aside, you found yourself troubled as you pried open a hidden compartment. The dresser had been your mother’s and her mother’s and her mother’s, but what had been resting inside for more than fifteen years, that, that was yours.
Your hand drew back in a fist and came back into contact with its surface rapidly, a small dent almost allowing you to see what had been hidden from you all these years. You reached for it. Grabbed it, felt it. Cold. Smooth. Almost delicate. Your father’s pistol that had been his father’s. It didn’t bring you much pride knowing that your grandfather had probably used that very same firearm to kill what were presumably “witches”– you had to roll your eyes at that one, though after learning about Their existance you decided you preferred as many friendly witches there could be.
You took the gun, imagining how your father must have felt when he did so, when he left you and your mother with no regret in order to give you a better future. Maybe even just a future. One in which you and your mother could breath once again without fear. Sadly that future never came. He had been one of the firsts to rebel but also one of the lasts. His death took a toll on your mother so extreme you felt as if she’d gone insane. You deemed it better for her to leave with her sister, Aunt Shin-ah, and look for the freedom you felt you’ll never have. You made sure she was safe, far from here and that she’d never come back. Not until your grandfather had passed and your uncle, your father’s brother, had married. Otherwise that old arse would have married her off to anyone he deemed right, be it whoever offered a pleasant amount of money or your own uncle. But why had you stayed, well, that you had always kept to yourself.
Your mouth felt dry as you reached downstairs, where everyone seemed to be lamenting a loss, as if Ara had long been death and they were just waiting for the corpse to arrive to give the proper farewells.
“Don’t just sit there!” Chae-young screamed, breaking into silent sobs. “Ara, help me find her.”
“Think she could have gone outside?”
Chae-young looked at you with hopeful eyes. “It’s possible,” she stuttered.
You nodded, seeing that no one stood to do anything, you made your way to the door.
“Who said you can go on your own?”
You turned to see your grandfather half-standing up. His rotten cane firm against the ground and he looked at you with mockery.
You knew what he thought, Have I given you any permissions to step outside this house?
You smiled, No. No, you fucking haven’t.
And flung the door closed.
Ivy had begun to grow onto the sides of the mannor, you noticed, as you turned around to face the house one last time. 100 steps. That’s as far as you had gone before you felt the pistol hidden between the cloth of your dress didn’t offer much protection. Either way, it’s not like you were going to use it with Them– that would be foolish– but you knew there were more than one threat in the forest. However, none compared with what you were prepared to face.
“Ara,” you whispered. Sure, you had try to keep your stoic façade in front of everyone but you could not deny your shaking. However, you did not know whether you trembled from fear or hatred. Impotence. You had to find Ara. You could not let her end like your father.
The snap of a branch made you turn on your heel and freeze. Immediately, your hand found the smooth surface of the automatic, and you pulled it out with no tremor. Thinking back to it, the snap wasn’t so loud. Whoever that was, it wasn’t too close, but it wasn’t as far as you’d like. And it felt like a rather light weight had stepped on it. It could be Ara!
You began to walk in that direction, clasping in your hand so tightly the cloth of your dress, right where you hid some ammunition. You’d surprised yourself when you remembered where your father had left it from memories of your childhood.
Reaching the place where you supposed the source of the sound had come from, you tightened your grip on the pistol, and looked into every direction. The sun had yet to go down but the clouds that decorated a grey tinted sky made it appear darker than normal. You noticed a small pond, bushes of blooming roses (how surprisingly inconvenient), and an apple tree at the distance though most of the land was covered in woods. You lowered the gun.
“Hey, would you like one?”
You jumped at the voice. You did not know who it belonged to, but its raspy yet smooth melody could only make you guess who it was. One of Them.
You gasped, following the direction of her voice. Your dress caught on thorns and bushes and your hair flew inconveniently in the air, your heart quickened and your lungs felt like bursting but you did not stop. Meters away from the pond you’d noticed earlier, you heard that voice again.
“Is good, isn’t it? So sweet!”
You came to a halt, your eyes shut as you faced his side, pointing the pistol at him.
“Get away from her,” you managed to say, your voice low and menacing.
You did not dare open your eyes but Ara’s tiny squeal of joy caused you to do so.
He stood there, in front of you, Ara by his side as if he weren’t a monster that could incinerate a village in a matter of seconds and leave no trace behind. As if he couldn’t murder your father, burn him down to ashes, not even that. As if he didn’t want to kill her.
But then when you looked at him, fuck, he was breathtakingly beautiful.
Red locks of hair flowed lazily all around him with the sudden gush of crisp air. His eyes were sharp, an effervescent amber with hints of yellow and flares of green. His lips remained a bit small, just the slightest, and were a pink plump as they tugged up into the tiniest smile. And he glowed as he did, as if he had been permanently coated in seemingly invisible glitter, his own ethereal shimmer.
You shook your head a couple of times. Yes, he was beautiful indeed, but he was just as deadly. His charming attire and surreal features, like the delicate petals of a rose, hid behind the most lethal of thorns.
He hummed with a sickengly beautiful smile. “And who would you be? It amuses me, really, shouldn’t you be at home by now?”
“I don’t think that is any of your concern,
Fallen One.” You answered through gritted teeth. It wasn’t the most brillian thing to do, you had to admit, but having his kin in front of you did not help at all that burning hatred that seared your insides.
His hand moved the silghtest and you flinched, re-aiming the pistol at him. He saw your eyes and caught you off guard when he chuckled. “Now, I don’t know you, but I like to be called by my name, Minhyuk. It’s rather impolite to do otherwise, don’t you think?”
Your breath caught when he reached down to Ara, who’s hand gripped at the silky-like material of his trousers, and lifted her into his arms. “And I recommend you lower that thing before any of us gets hurt. I don’t want that and I assume you wouldn’t want that either.”
It took you by surprise, the hint of sincerity in his voice, though you could only conclude it was one more of his fatal charms. Ara rested her head on his shoulder, a tiny hand grabbing an apple while ther other held onto his arm. She seemed calm, almost peaceful, unbeknownst to the reality, the crude truth about the being that held her.
“I can’t do that,” you replied but then reconsidered with a shake of your head. “Just… give her to me and we’ll dissappear, that way no one will be hurt.”
He pouted and you felt your cheeks heating up the slightest to his cuteness.
“But I don’t want her to leave, we’ve just met. I’ll be alone again. Can’t I keep this little ang–”
The word caught on his throat and he gasped. Free hand reaching for his neck with Ara worried in his arms.
So it had been true. He really could not say it. He really could not pronounce the name of what he’d once been. Angel. You’d heard stories. Stories of Them not being able to say it without feeling like they’d just swallowed a dozen of blazing daggers. Of Them often having collapsed from pain or gagged on their own blood. Sickengly in every sense of the word, just like them. Why they couldn’t say it had long been a mistery though you could only decide whichever high power had decided upon the punishment had made it so that the consequences were severe. It hadn’t been enough to tore away their wings, rip them apart into twisted transformations of dread and missery on their own. They had had to forbid their mouths from uttering even the most silent blessing, converting them in the creatures of scorched hearts and blackened wings.
Fallen Ones. Lost Souls. Damned. Endless names, as well as tales, had been made for them. For the beings that had once belonged to heaven but now walked amongst the pits of their own hell. Hell, They realized, which seemed to need a new sparkle. Their sparkle. A breathtaking light. A numbing fire. A blazing agony.
Oh, and They’d provided that.
Seeing an opportunity to escape, you stepped forward, hand reaching for Ara when his caught yours.
“Taking advantage of the dying man?” He chuckled and you saw the lightest bit of blood staining the corner of his lip.
You struggled against his grip, burning hot on your skin. Ara’s face suddenly scrunched up and she began crying. Your eyes widened, had he hurt her? And you pulled at your wrist with such a strength you had to take two steps backwards to not fall on your behind.
You smirked triumphantly, proud of having liberated yourself from the Fallen One. It didn’t last much, though, as you realized he had been the one to let go of you. His eyes seemed concerned as he looked at Ara, his hand careful and tender on her cheek and forehead to check for any scratch or fever.
Was he concerned? No, that definitely couldn’t be it. Not unless…
You aimed your pistol directly at his forehead, “Take me. Take me and let her go.”
“What?” Minhyuk seemed genuinely confused but that wouldn’t end your stubbornness.
“I know what you are here for, Fallen One, I’m not stupid. And I won’t let you take her. So either you handle her to me and pick some other treat for yourself or I test and see how much it fucking takes to kill one of you.”
He blinked a couple of times before breaking into laughter, which had to be one of the most beautiful melodies you’d ever heard in your life.
You suddenly felt mocked, and blurted out a sharp, “What?”, gripping the pistol menacingly.
“Nothing,” he said, almost breathless. “Just don’t think it’ll be enough.”
“No, that little thing.
You stopped to look at the automatic. Clean surface, it almost shined. Someone must have had polished it, no doubt. Really, it wasn’t that big of a thing. But the hopes it carried– your father’s, mother’s, and your’s– made it feel like the most powerful weapon ever created.
You looked back at Minhyuk, his amber eyes fixed on yours. You thought about how he looked, how They all did. Ethereal beings that had been made of light but whose soul now drowned in darkness. Their beauty, incomparable, seemed like a blessing, though it had become a reminder of what they had once been and no longer were. Of how it was their sole remnant of brightness when they carried behind torn wings. And how, despite that, their suffering had been well deserved for they could mesmerize the eye of the blind but those who trully saw could only find dead and agony behind them.
Yet, as inexplicable as it was, when you looked at Minhyuk, you could not exactly explain what you saw. Pain. Misery. There was undoubtedly much of it. But, like your simple automatic, there was much more than that.
“Y/N.” You looked at Ara, a bit surprised, and remembered your position in the situation. You still had to save her from him. “Apple,” she cutely commented, extending it to you.
You took it and looked at it, unsure of what else to do. That’s when a cluster of voices was heard by you, seemingly close to your location.
“And about the other thing,” Minhyuk approached you, and you hadn’t had time to rise your pistol before he placed Ara in your arms. “I don’t want her soul. Though, I can’t deny, I do wish I could have someone to call mine and that person to call me theirs.”
Minhyuk smiled at you, one last time, before grinning brightly at an observant Ara. “Go home, and be careful on your way there, yes?”
“Yes, Minhyuk.” Ara responded solemnly.
His smile seemed unbreakable when she said that. His name. And he looked back at you, waiting for your response. His eyes suddenly turned more serious, and you realized. He was warning you, to be careful from the Damned, his kin, his brothers.
And you could only nod and grip your automatic a little tighter.
He nodded, too. And held your eyes with his before the last thing you could feel was the rush of the wind on your skin as he disappeared through a veil of woods.
I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.
Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.
I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.
That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)
I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.
Think of anything but that.
“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.
A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”
After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.
She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.
“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”
I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.
She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’”
A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.
“What does it contain?” I mumbled.
“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’”
We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”
My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.
“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”
She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”
And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.
“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”
Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?
The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood,hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.
When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?
“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.
Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”
I know. But…
“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”
She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”
It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”
No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.
“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.
She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”
I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”
The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.
Or maybe both.
“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”
My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.
She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’”
So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.
I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.
She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”
I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-
“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”
I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”
She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”
I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.
She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.
When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.
I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.
Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”
I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.
Are you okay now?
Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.
Am I okay now?
Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.
“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.
I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.
Do you want to talk about it?
It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.
“Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.
Yes. I want to talk about it but…
It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.
“S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.
-it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.
“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.
I don’t know how to tell you.
I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.
And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.
“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”
So, instead, let me show you…
-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-
“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”
Let me prove to you…
-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.
I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”
That I’m forever thankful…
As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.
She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.
That I love you too.
“Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.
They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…
“…she wants a baby brother…”
…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?
I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.
We just love.
My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.
“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.
These words are left unsaid yet you understand.
But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.
Summary: You meet Kihyun in psychology class and can’t stand him. Outside of class is a different story.
Disclaimer: All of the things mentioned in this story are all works of fiction and have been made up by me, the author. I did not intend to make anything based on real life, and any coincidences to real life are purely coincidences.
Members: Kihyun x Reader
Rating: PG-13/R (mature content to come in future chapters)
what are the best taichi x yamato fics that aren't very AU? (can be like normal school life without digimon) ❤️❤️
There are a lot of fanfics that aren’t extreme AUs. But I don’t know about saying listing out them out as the best. Lol, I just don’t think like that at least. (hell I don’t even have favorite fanfiction….there is just too much that exists how am I only suppose to like a few??)
-With Luck by Psycho-Weasel You know that fic ‘To live, to die, to forgive is divine’ story I have recommended in the past? This fic is kinda like that. So I guess it’s kinda pushing the AU boundary…but it’s still in a real world setting.
Can someone please write a fic about Bitty getting diagnosed with ADHD in college?
Like maybe Dex takes a psych class to fulfill a credit and we all know you’re not supposed to try and diagnose family and friends (and yourself) when you’re a student but everyone does it anyway. And Dex is trying really hard not to pass any judgment on Bitty but now that he’s living at the Haus (got Lardo’s dibs) he can’t stop making connections between Bitty’s behavior and some hallmark ADHD symptoms.
So one weekend Bitty is nearly in tears because this paper isn’t finished and writing is like pulling teeth and he just can’t get himself to get it done. Dex brings him a sandwich and water and gives him encouragement but is also tied up in knots because if Bitty actually has ADHD getting a diagnosis might help a lot. At least he’ll probably beat himself up less about academic stuff and maybe find a coach to help him with life. And maybe meds if he’s open to it.
So finally (after Bitty turned in the paper and is feeling sweet relief) Dex decides to mention it in passing. At first Bitty is like “who does this crazy northerner think he is”, but after he sits on it a bit and does some research he concedes that Dex may have a point.
So he goes to student health services and is referred to the mental health clinic where they can do testing. Then he finds out that formal testing would cost him $500 (which is the reduced student rate, normally its 2gs), and he almost starts crying again right there at the office because he doesn’t have $500 just lying around and he doesn’t want to ask his parents, but he was really looking forward to the possibility of getting extensions on papers and extra time on tests, etc. and he can’t have that anymore…
He tells Dex about the situation and Dex feels so let down because??? Psychology is supposed to help people and ??? Not turn them away if they don’t have the money?????
So with Bitty’s permission they decide to do a bake sale fundraiser. Jack buys the ingredients (he offered to pay for the testing but Bitty decided it didn’t feel right to do that) which costs about $100. And Bitty bakes two dozen pies selling at $4 a slice. He thinks the price is a bit steep for college students to pay but Dex assures him that “if you bake it they will come”. They sell out in an hour and a half.
Bitty has enough to not only pay for testing but also pay Jack back for the supplies. (And maybe a treat for himself too bc he earned it damnit).
After all of that, Bitty finally make the appointment.
He almost has a breakdown because what if??? He doesn’t actually have ADHD? And all this work was for nothing, and he doesn’t have a diagnosis and he won’t get accommodations and he’ll just be a struggling suffering student and that’s it????
The testing take five hours and he feels like he wants to die afterwards. His brain is mush. His body is exhausted. He can barely form coherent sentences. He just wants to go to Annie’s and then lie down forever.
Three weeks later he goes back to the clinic to get his results. They tell him he has ADHD (combined type) and ask him about how he wants to go about getting accommodations and if he’s interested in therapy or coaching or meds?
And Bitty just starts laughing hysterically because??? for some reason he’s still surprised?? Like he can’t really wrap his mind around the fact that he actually has a disability and he isn’t just lazy or stupid. It’s a lot to process.
He tells them he’s interested in all accommodations and they set appointments with a psychiatrist and a therapist and with someone in student services. He doesn’t know yet what will be most helpful so it’s just researching all of it.
Jack tells Bitty he supports him no matter what and they talk about Jack’s experiences with therapy and meds (the good the bad and the ugly). It helps Bitty to process everything and start to feel more normal again. He’s so grateful that he has Jack both as a resource and a source of support while he finds his own footing.
It’s going to be a long road, but for the first time he feels like he can actually get there.