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mrswint3rs · 5 months

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Another Way to Pay

pairing- Resident Evil 4 Merchant x Fem reader

Summary- You go to your trusted merchant in need of supplies for your job but you have no way of paying for them. Or so you thought.

a/n- idk how I feel ab this one but he’s so ngh

25 days of Kinkmas day 3 - Mask kink?/ praise

NSFW WARNING:

contains- Unprotected sex, use of pet names kinda, sex with a stranger, one singular ass spank, (idk what else to put)

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You stand before the merchant, the man who has been providing ammunition for your mission thus far. However, you find yourself out of pesetas, your mission at risk of failure.

"What ya' buyin, stranger?" His australian accent thick as always, somewhat comforting compared to the things occurring outside. You desperately need supplies if you're wanting to make it out alive, but you spent the last of your currency on that SR during your last encounter. "I don't have any pesetas left." you confess.

"That's a shame," the merchant sighs, "but pesetas ain't the only form of currency, mate." You look at him quizzically, not following his statement. "I don't have any valuables to sell either..." You counter. The man chuckles to himself. You're not entirely sure what he could be finding comical. It's also hard to read him, considering all you can really see are his eyes. To be honest, the man is a complete mystery to you. You don't even know why he's helping you out so much, or where he came from.

"That wasn't what I was implying," He replies. "If you're willing, you could pay with that pretty body of yours." You're a bit shocked at his suggestion. Was he being serious? Once again you couldn't read him with that mask covering 90% of his face. But his eyes didn't tear away from yours even for a second. Those piercing eyes of his made you feel small in a way. "Are you seriously suggesting that we..." You scoff and look away. The thought of screwing a stranger in such a place was unreal. But you really needed those supplies, you couldn't deny that. "Choice is yours." He states.

You couldn't believe you were actually considering. You didn't even know this man, or what he looked like. Nor did you know his name. Yet in a way, that made the idea more enticing.

"And what exactly will I be getting in return?" You ask. You didn't want to do this and not get what you came for. "You fulfill my needs and I'll give ya' a temporary free discount." He offers. That seemed way too generous. This man had so many valuables and so much ammunition, you knew that. Nothing worth just giving away. Was he really that lonely out here? Though, you did seem to be one of the only people here who wasn't infected with las plagues.

"I'll do it." You decide. It was a small price to pay to save your own ass. It could've been worse.

The merchant stands, removing his large coat in which he stored most of his items. His hood comes off, but the handkerchief mask remains, leaving his face unknown still. He was much larger than you. "Well then," He starts, "bend over this table f' me. Will ya'?"

You do as told, propping yourself up by your elbows as you bend over the wooden furniture. He doesn't hesitate to approach you from behind, pulling down your pants with ease. "Still sure about this, sweetheart?" He questions and you nod. You couldn't back out of this now. You had already dedicated yourself to your goal. "Just don't get too carried away." He chuckles at that before removing his own constraints and revealing his already hardened length. You want so badly to turn around and observe but you remain looking at your own hands, resting on the table.

Unannounced, his beefy fingers enter your mouth, swabbing for your saliva. His actions turned you on more than you thought they would. Once his digits are slick with your spit, he rubs your wetness onto the head of his dick, prepping to enter you. He positions himself, seemingly about to enter your ass, causing you to tense. "Just teasin'," he laughs heartily and repositions to your other opening. "Ready for me?" You let out a relieved sigh and nod again. "Yes sir..." He grins at your response. "Ahh..sir, eh? That's cute."

Without wasting time, he plunges his full length into you, causing you to cry out. He holds you gently by your hips, grinding into you at a steady pace. He was bigger than you imagined. Every time he trusted into you, you felt yourself weaken. His strong arm hooks under you, holding you steady. You let out quiet whines into the table you're desperately gripping onto. "Such a good girl," the merchant groans, "Ya' look so pretty beneath me." You arch against him, wanting more. "Feels so...so good." you mewl. You almost feel ashamed at how much you're enjoying this. His cock was the perfect size and you couldn't control your sounds. Your face fully pressed against the silky tablecloth as his hips continue their movement, and his girth massaging your insides so well.

His hand smacks your ass playfully, but not hard enough to sting. You were completely lost in pleasure at this point. He was fucking you so roughly, your thoughts started getting hazy. Your knees went weak and you start to slump but his bulky arm holds you steady. Meanwhile his other hand goes up through your hair, sweetly caressing your head. "It's alright sweet thing, i've gotcha," His thrusts quicken even further as he gets consumed by the pleasure as well. "Gonna cum for me soon?" You nod lazily with half lidded eyes. "Good girl," he praises again, "go on, make a mess for me sweetheart." The table creeks so much with each of his thrusts, you're almost scared it's gonna break.

You feel a tightness in your core as your orgasm creeps. His rough, calloused fingertips felt so nice, petting your hair. It would be enough to lull you to sleep if not for his rutting into you. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, pushing you to your climax even faster. As you start to gush around him, his pounding slows. "You're doing so well," Your legs spread wider, giving him a nice view of your steadily dripping pussy. His grip tightens as he fucks into you faster. Your walls are still pulsing and clenching around him from you reaching your peak.

"Mnn..gonna fill ya' up." His breath quickens from the intense pleasure. "please...yes, cum inside me." You babble. You're not sure where your vulgarity came from, the lewd words just got fucked out of you. He lets out a low groan at your begging, his cock uncontrollably spurting into you. "Atta girl..." he breathes, "take it all for me." His hips continue jerking but gradually slow as he drains inside you. Feeling satisfied, he starts to relax. He subtly removes his hand from your hair to hold onto your waist once more.

"I'm real grateful." he pulls out of you cautiously, "doin' alright?" You stabilize yourself and readjust your clothing. "Yeah, just a bit y'know...frazzled." He laughs, finding you adorable. You couldn't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes. He could tell you were embarrassed but also recalled that you were in a hurry.

He pulls his own pants back up, putting his coat back on and covering himself again. "Well, you earned your free discount." You had almost forgotten about the deal.

You stock up on the items you needed. Ammo, herbs, ect. You didn't have time to deal with the awkward aftermath. This job wasn't going to be easy, and it certainly wasn't going to resolve itself. As much as you enjoyed everything, you really didn't have the time for this.

Of course, the merchant understood. "I enjoyed your company. Come back anytime, stranger."

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#resident evil 4 merchant #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 x reader #fem reader #re4 remake #re4 #re4make #resident evil 4 merchant x reader #fanfiction #smut #i might rewrite this someday

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little-pup-pip · 3 months

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Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant)

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

#this took a while #a couple hours i think #but i don't mind because it's a fair question!#i also discovered a bunch of non request things that i didn't see!!#for people who sent those I'm sorry!#I'll respond shortly!#anyway no colored text for this because too much text #I'm curious which ones people are most excited about #and if you're wondering why most requests with people say maybe #it's because i need to research the people first #to make sure I'm comfortable with them #and that their face is okay to put on my account #anyway thats all #i hope you like reading anon!#Pip's barks

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divulgacion-alternativa · 19 days

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Fuente: benjaminfulford.net

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La batalla del eclipse decidirá el futuro de la humanidad

La guerra secreta por el planeta que se libra entre los satanistas y las fuerzas de la luz se dirige a una batalla decisiva centrada en el eclipse que comenzará poco después de que se publique este informe.

No cabe duda de que este eclipse no es un evento ordinario. Pasa por siete pueblos llamados Nínive, ciudad babilónica mencionada en la Biblia como el centro del pecado y la depravación. También pasa por siete pueblos llamados Salem, conocido en la biblia como la morada de dios.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/April-8-2024-Solar-Eclipse-Simulation-for-Each-US-State.-.mp4

También observamos que hubo un terremoto de 4,8 en Nueva York pocos días antes del 8 de abril y que la Estatua de la Libertad fue alcanzada por un rayo. Se da también el caso de que se hayan declarado estados de emergencia a lo largo de todo el recorrido del eclipse.

Hay muchas más cosas que se están tratando ampliamente en otros lugares, pero está claro que está sucediendo algo muy inusual. Este video de 7:17 minutos cubre gran parte de esto.

https://banned.video/watch?id=660c2c56b0f994f1e4e392cb

También es de interés la visión de Simpson sobre el eclipse.

Cada vez más personas son conscientes de la guerra entre los satanistas que quieren esclavizarnos y los sombreros blancos que quieren liberarnos. Si los satanistas ganan, la humanidad quedará esclavizada para siempre en condiciones horribles. Si ganan las fuerzas de la luz, la humanidad presidirá el equivalente evolutivo de un big bang que, en comparación, hará que la explosión del Cámbrico parezca una burbuja de champán.

Comencemos mirando lo que está haciendo el lado oscuro. Según un informe que nos envió la inteligencia alemana, el plan de los satanistas para el eclipse es el siguiente:

Están planeando un ataque biológico el 8 de abril, justo antes de la totalidad del eclipse. Así es como va a bajar. Los aviones entregarán su carga útil en tres intervalos. El primero será 2 horas antes de la totalidad, 1 hora antes de la totalidad y el último 30 minutos antes de la totalidad. Los aviones desplegarán pólvora seca (arma biológica bacteriana). No será visible… Los síntomas comenzarán a aparecer entre 7 y 10 días después de la infección. 30 días después de la infección los medios lo notarán. 60 días después de la infección, el pánico estará en su punto más alto. 90 días después de la infección se promulgarán los poderes pandémicos recientemente acordados por la ONU/OMS.

Por eso el sitio “Q” advierte: “No mires el eclipse”.

https://qofficial.net/

Vanessa, la hija del satanista “zar del clima” John Kerry, dice que “miles de millones de personas deben morir por el 'Nuevo Orden Mundial'” y que “ha llegado el momento de un golpe globalista que utilice los mecanismos de control del tratado pandémico de la Organización Mundial de la Salud para crear un mundo gobierno que no rinde cuentas a nadie”. "Ellos" borraron de Internet el vídeo de ella diciendo esto en el FEM, pero tanto la inteligencia alemana como la polaca confirman que ella lo dijo.

https://www.pravda-tv.com/2024/04/john-kerrys-tochter-sagt-dass-milliarden-menschen-fuer-die-neue-weltordnung-sterben-muessen/

La OMS no es una entidad gubernamental sino que es propiedad privada de asesinos en masa como Bill Gates. El tratado que están tratando de imponer permitirá cosas como:

“Vacunaciones forzadas”

“Procedimientos médicos forzados”

“Bloqueos forzosos”

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Australian-Senator-Malcolm-Roberts-raises-the-alarm.mp4

La inteligencia rusa del servicio federal de seguridad ya ha advertido que las vacunas que se les impondrán a la gran mayoría de la gente los volverán tontos, pasivos e incapaces de resistir la autoridad de la mafia jázara.

Este proceso de convertirnos en animales de granja maltratados ya ha comenzado en Ucrania. El diputado de la UE Marcel de Graaf confirma que la Ucrania satánica es el mayor proveedor de niños para redes de pedófilos y traficantes de personas y órganos. Para ello ha creado guarderías con madres adoptivas. Estas instalaciones de fertilización forzada logran que las mujeres den a luz a “súper soldados” y a niños que se utilizarán para la “cosecha” de adrenalcromo.

https://bostontimes.org/2024/03/30/new-evidence-emerges-of-ukraines-horrific-forced-fertilization-program-inspired-by-nazi-lebensborn/

Por cierto, quiero saber adónde se fue gran parte del dinero de los impuestos de Ucrania, aparte de para construir instalaciones de tortura infantil: bonitas mansiones nuevas para los corruptos compinches de Zelensky.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Zelenskys-cronies-and-their-mansions.mp4

Por supuesto, también son traficantes de drogas y no sólo torturadores de niños. Según se informa, Interpol interceptó una conversación entre dos narcotraficantes argentinos sobre la entrega de un gran cargamento de drogas, al menos 300 kg de cocaína, que debía realizarse en el aeropuerto de Buenos Aires el día en que Zelensky y su delegación llegaron a Argentina para asistir a la reunión. toma de posesión presidencial Milei.

https://babylonianempire.wordpress.com/2024/03/30/rozmowa-przechwycona-prze-interpol-zelenski-przemycil-300-kg-kokainy-z-argentyny/

La peor parte es que los satanistas admiten que reciben órdenes de entidades no humanas para hacer tales cosas.

Si se permite que esta esclavitud continúe, los humanos sufrirán el destino del T Rex. Pasó de ser un superdepredador de larga vida a ser un pollo criado en baterías cuya vida útil a menudo se mide en meses.

Los sombreros blancos NO VAN A DEJAR QUE ESTO SUCEDA. Está en marcha una gran ofensiva que eliminará permanentemente esta amenaza satánica de este planeta. Suponemos, por ejemplo, que los aviones que rocían enfermedades serán derribados.

Una vez que los satanistas sean derrotados, la alianza de liberación planetaria planea ayudar al creador aumentando la cantidad y variedad de vida de manera exponencial. Este se basará en la secuencia 3,6,9 que obsesionaba al genio Nikola Tesla. Se combinará con las secuencias de Fibonacci de la evolución anterior para crear paradigmas de vida completamente nuevos.

Pero nos adelantamos a nosotros mismos. En los sombreros blancos del Pentágono, aquí y ahora, los militares rusos y la realeza asiática acaban de terminar una reunión en la que concluyeron que el Vaticano pagó al Ministro del Crimen israelí Benyamin Netanyahu 100 mil millones de dólares para atacar la embajada iraní en Siria. El plan era provocar que Irán tomara represalias. Después de la represalia iraní, los israelíes planean destruir todas las ciudades importantes de Irán con misiles nucleares. El objetivo sería destruir Persia (lo que ellos llaman Irán) para hacerse con el tesoro persa.

Lo que los israelíes y sus partidarios del Vaticano no entienden es que Irán y Rusia tienen armas secretas que vaporizarán los misiles antes de que lleguen a Irán.

La reunión también reveló que mientras el Ártico estaba completamente bajo el control de los sombreros blancos y rusos, una feroz guerra secreta se libra en la Antártida. Los sombreros blancos están ganando, pero la situación está lejos de terminar, afirma un participante de la reunión.

También ha habido una guerra feroz en Japón. Barack Obama, el “Trueno de Satán”, y su lacayo falso embajador en Japón, Rahm Emmanuel, intentaron obligar al gobierno japonés a entregar el control del gigante de las telecomunicaciones NTT. Quieren tenerlo en sus manos porque literalmente están raspando el fondo del barril: la Reserva Estratégica de Petróleo de Estados Unidos se ha reducido a 17 días de suministro y “Biden” acaba de cancelar el pedido de recarga.

Una revuelta masiva tanto de la industria japonesa como del ejército japonés puso fin a este plan.

Además de esto, Obama y sus titiriteros Rockefeller/Rothschild también intentaron obtener “2,5 billones de dólares” basándose en ficticios tesoros de oro filipinos, según fuentes de la White Dragon Foundation.

Por eso el Primer Ministro esclavista Fumio Kishida del Japón y el Presidente Bongbong Marcos de Filipinas fueron convocados a Washington esta semana.

Las fuentes dicen que el ejército estadounidense en Japón también provocó que los militares japoneses amenazaran con atacar su sede del Hotel New Sano cuando intentaron revivir la red de sobornos militares vinculada al águila pescadora.

Los sombreros oscuros del ejército estadounidense intentaron además iniciar una guerra con China utilizando su base en Taiwán. La base fue destruida. Esto fue lo que estuvo detrás del terremoto de magnitud 7,5 en la escala Richter en Taiwán. “La base de la Fuerza Aérea de Chiashan, cerca de Hualien, fue el epicentro del terremoto. La profundidad de la explosión (terremoto) fue de 9 millas. Esta fue una alianza militar de WH Op. Un TONTO fue eliminado. En la base hay muchas instalaciones subterráneas profundas con túneles que van en varias direcciones”, dicen fuentes del Pentágono.

La alianza también ha recibido información útil del ejército japonés que expone a los verdaderos propietarios del Banco de Japón. El documento del gobierno japonés en la imagen a continuación muestra que el BOJ no es japonés sino que es propiedad de: Edmond de Rothschild con sede en Luxemburgo.

https://www.edmond-de-rothschild.com/en/group/presentation

APSA Bank también conocido como IOR o Vatican Bank y Barclays Bank con sede en Estados Unidos.

Las sociedades secretas asiáticas actuarán sobre esta información a menos que el control del Banco de Japón regrese a Japón. Restaurar el BOJ a la familia imperial japonesa pondrá fin al control de la mafia jázara sobre el sistema financiero mundial.

Por cierto, fuentes de la familia imperial japonesa nos dicen que alguien ha estado falsificando la firma de un tal Edmond de Rothchild que murió hace 15 años para pagar a ciertos miembros de la familia imperial. El banco Edmond de Rothschild está ahora dirigido por Ariane de Rothschild.

En lo que respecta al Banco del Vaticano, también sabemos que alguien está utilizando a un falso Papa Francisco con una máscara de goma para mantener el control del Banco del Vaticano. Estos serían los satánicos masones P2 que acaban de pagarle a Netanyahu los 100 mil millones de dólares para intentar iniciar un Armagedón nuclear.

En lo que respecta a Barclays, el MI6 nos informa que "Barclays colapsó en un acuerdo de quiebra con un bufete de abogados de Londres llamado Allen and Overy". El jefe del MI6 afirma que ahora son propietarios de Barclays, que tiene un “activo de 2 billones de dólares y el antiguo edificio de Lehman Brothers en Times Square”.

Estas son probablemente las personas detrás de BlackRock y Vanguard que ahora están siendo descubiertas por muchas personas, incluido el eurodiputado croata Mislav Kolakušić.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Croatian-MEP-Mislav-Kolakusic-dropping-truth-bombs.mp4

De todos modos, el MI6 dice que apoyan el plan de la Sociedad del Dragon Blanco para una organización de planificación futura. Con suerte, esto significa que ahora se puede implementar el plan de sombrero blanco. Sin embargo, créelo cuando lo veas.

Sin embargo, definitivamente algo grande está sucediendo. Tanto el servicio de seguridad de Rusia como fuentes del Pentágono nos enviaron un videoclip de 2017 de Donald Trump diciendo que se avecinaba una tormenta. Lo enviaron junto con esta portada del 3 de abril del Tehran Times que decía: “Pronto oraremos en Quds [Jerusalén]. La tormenta se acerca."

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/the-storm.mp4

Asumimos que la caída del régimen satánico israelí de Netanyahu es parte de esta tormenta. La situación allí es definitivamente crítica. La semana pasada, los manifestantes en Israel rompieron las barreras de seguridad y entraron tanto al Parlamento como a la casa de Netanyahu buscándolo. Puede estar seguro de que lo habrían colgado en el acto si lo hubieran encontrado.

https://www.i24news.tv/en/news/israel-at-war/artc-there-won-t-be-a-recess-relatives-of-hamas-hostages-protest-at-knesset

Fuentes del Mossad nos dicen que “NO HAY INFORMACIÓN SOBRE EL PARAdero DEL AVATAR NETANYAHU. ¿Supuestamente sigue en el hospital recuperándose de la operación de hernia? Todo está en silencio”.

Con o sin Netanyahu, Israel está completamente aislado internacionalmente. “La Operación Tormenta de Al-Aqsa puso al régimen israelí al borde de la extinción y asestó un golpe irreparable al proyecto sionista en Palestina”, dice Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah, secretario general del movimiento de resistencia libanés Hezbollah.

https://www.presstv.ir/Detail/2024/04/03/723002/Operation-Al-Aqsa-Storm-Israel-Nasrallah

Los iraníes dejan claro que no se dejarán engañar para un ataque total contra Israel, sino que insistirán en que todo el mundo llegue a un acuerdo con los Estados rebeldes de Israel, Ucrania y Estados Unidos.

https://www.presstv.ir/Detail/2024/04/03/722984/United-Nations-Security-Council-Israel-terrorist-attack-Damascus-

“Rusia y China están hartas de los satánicos ataques israelíes de la mafia jazara. Israel ya no existirá, como sabemos”, dice una fuente del Mossad.

Los días de la corporación estadounidense también están contados. Estos informes son una instantánea del colapso:

Desde marzo de 2023, el número de trabajadores a tiempo completo se ha desplomado en 1,347 millones, mientras que el número de trabajadores a tiempo parcial se ha disparado en 1,888 millones. Todos los aumentos de empleo desde 2018 han ido a parar a inmigrantes, en su mayoría inmigrantes ilegales.

https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/behind-todays-stellar-jobs-print-it-was-literally-all-part-time-jobs-and-illegals

Una combinación de 'Bidenomía' fallida, es decir, inflación elevada, desastrosas reformas progresistas de justicia social que provocaron un tsunami de robos minoristas en todo el país y cadenas de suministro enredadas que quedaron de la era Covid han llevado a la desaparición de las tiendas "Solo 99 Cents" en todo el país. , que inició el proceso de liquidación el viernes.

https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/hundreds-99-cents-only-stores-liquidated-failed-bidenomics-retail-theft-blamed

En respuesta a su incompetencia, la corporación estadounidense envió a Janet Yellen y a otros a China para pedirles cortésmente que se desindustrializaran y compraran más a Estados Unidos.

Yellen obviamente recibió el cortés visto bueno a su misión de mendicidad porque pasó de ser educada a hostil y “ahora está exigiendo que China deje de vender componentes a Rusia porque Rusia podría usar esos componentes para fabricar armas y derrotar las armas de Estados Unidos y la OTAN, que a menudo están retrasadas una década”. los rusos en términos de diseño e ingeniería”, comenta una fuente del Pentágono.

“Estados Unidos todavía cree que puede dictar todo el comercio, las finanzas y la tecnología globales. Está mal. China y Rusia ya han demostrado que las sanciones estadounidenses sólo los hacen MÁS FUERTES. El imperio estadounidense se está derrumbando y por eso intenta llevarnos a la guerra”, dice la fuente.

Los representantes de las corporaciones estadounidenses claramente están siendo desairados. El asesor de seguridad nacional de la Casa Blanca, Jake Sullivan, acaba de posponer un viaje a Medio Oriente debido a una “costilla rota”.

Luego, el secretario de Estado Antony Blinken y una delegación estadounidense se vieron obligados a conducir de París a Bruselas para asistir a una reunión de la OTAN el miércoles después de que su avión fuera nuevamente suspendido debido a un “problema mecánico”, dijo el Departamento de Estado.

https://www.foxnews.com/politics/blinken-us-delegation-drive-paris-brussels-plane-again-suffers-mechanical-issue

Estados Unidos también se ha rendido militarmente ante Yemen y no pide una “solución diplomática” a la crisis del Mar Rojo. Seguramente se les dirá que desconecten a Israel.

https://www.presstv.ir/Detail/2024/04/06/723180/us-surrenders-militarily-yemen-mulls-diplomatic-solution-red-sea-crisis

Los franceses también están enloquecidos a medida que su coalición internacional anti-Rusia colapsa y la justicia rusa se avecina. El Ministro de Defensa francés, Sebastien Lecornu, llamó al Ministro de Defensa ruso, Sergey Shoigu, para tratar de convencerlo de que Kiev y Occidente no estaban involucrados en el ataque al Ayuntamiento de Crocus, culpando a ISIS. El problema es que Rusia sabe que ISIS significa Servicio Secreto de Inteligencia Israelí.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/The-real-meaning-of-ISIS-.mp4

También saben que Francia es ahora el principal respaldo del régimen de Ucrania y que “la participación de Ucrania en numerosos actos de terrorismo llevados a cabo en Rusia, incluido el ataque al Ayuntamiento de Crocus, está fuera de toda duda”.

En una señal de que el presidente francés, Emanuelle Macron Rothschild, está aterrorizado por los rusos, dice que “Francia necesita cooperar con cualquier país que enfrente el riesgo de ataques terroristas”, en comentarios sobre las recientes conversaciones telefónicas entre los ministros de defensa francés y ruso.

https://tass.com/world/1770667

“Le di instrucciones al ministro y a los servicios pertinentes para que mantuvieran un intercambio técnico de información con sus homólogos [rusos] para comunicar un mensaje de solidaridad, y también porque teníamos información útil, que no revelaré aquí, sobre quién estaba detrás de este ataque terrorista. ataque”, dijo Macron.

Los rusos ahora están trabajando entre bastidores con la resistencia francesa para poner fin al régimen de Macron. Los patriotas franceses saben que el propio Macron es el miembro de más alto rango de la familia Rothschild que ocupa un cargo político formal y que su derrocamiento ayudaría a poner fin al gobierno de la mafia oscura.

Los rusos también se están acercando a la verdad. “El terrorismo internacional apoyado por patrocinadores oscuros sigue siendo una amenaza global para todo el mundo”, dice el Jefe del Estado Mayor de las Fuerzas Armadas rusas y viceministro de Defensa, Valery Gerasimov.

https://sputnikglobe.com/20240404/western-powers-destroying-foundations-of-strategic-stability-russian-general-staff-chief-says-1117732852.html

Se refiere al Culto de Ba'al o a los satanistas.

Este diagrama revela la historia de un poderoso Culto a la Muerte que ha gobernado la Tierra durante toda la historia humana registrada. La línea de tiempo se divide en tres partes y avanza de arriba a abajo.

En la actualidad este grupo está representado por el movimiento que los rusos remontan a la escritora teosófica Alice Bailey. Afirma que sus libros le fueron dictados telepáticamente por "un Maestro de Sabiduría". Estas son las formas de pensamiento satánicas capaces de secuestrar las mentes humanas que fuentes del Pentágono descubrieron en su propia investigación sobre los movimientos de la Nueva Era.

De todos modos, los rusos dicen que, impulsado por estas formas de pensamiento, Bailey fundó el fondo Lucis [Lucifer]. Está ubicado en el edificio de la sede de la ONU y "es en realidad la raíz de todas las agendas globalistas". Según el FSB, el fideicomiso controla el programa del 90% del sistema educativo estadounidense a través del Instituto Fetzer. “La confianza es el origen del lenguaje utilizado por el WEF, Schwab, Harari, junto con el Instituto Tavistock, el MI6 y la CIA, y tienen los mismos jefes/o jefes ocultistas masónicos”, añaden. Su objetivo es "reemplazar e interpretar todas las religiones".

Están intentando desesperadamente mejorar las cosas. En Estados Unidos, Marjorie Taylor Greene dice: "Mike Johnson planea suspender las reglas y no presentar el proyecto de ley ante el Comité de Reglas". En otras palabras, imponer una dictadura totalitaria.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/video_2024-04-08_20-03-20.mp4

En Alemania, el jefe de inteligencia nacional está tratando de vigilar los “patrones de pensamiento y discurso” de los ciudadanos e introducir el novedoso delito de “deslegitimación sistemática de la conducta del Estado”. En otras palabras, quiere castigar los crímenes de pensamiento.

https://www.eugyppius.com/p/german-domestic-intelligence-chief

Este es un ejemplo de este tipo de política en funcionamiento:

Jesse Watters: “Trump tiene prohibido hablar sobre la familia del juez. ¿Por qué? Porque a la familia del juez le pagaba la campaña de Biden. Adam Schiff paga actualmente a la familia del juez más de 10 millones de dólares”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Jesse-Watters-on-the-latest-with-Trump-.mp4

Elon Musk describe cómo los drones asesinos con IA podrían castigar a los criminales intelectuales.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Marjorie-Taytlor-Greene-on-the-house-speaker.mp4

¿Es esto algún tipo de amenaza para compensar una caída del 20% en las ventas de Tesla y una caída del 43% en las ventas de BYD respecto al trimestre anterior? Esto no es año tras año, lo que significa que las ventas han caído por un precipicio y su empresa ya no es viable. Debe estar secretamente sintiéndose desesperado.

Esta innovadora tecnología de drones con IA ya se está utilizando. “El sistema de inteligencia artificial Lavender de Israel está identificando automáticamente objetivos potenciales en la Franja de Gaza basándose en presuntos vínculos con Hamás. ¡Como resultado, decenas de miles de civiles están en peligro de muerte! Es alarmante que las decisiones de vida o muerte fueran tomadas por máquinas, y el personal humano tardó sólo 20 segundos en autorizar el bombardeo. Esta brutal digitalización del proceso de matanza, en el que las personas son reducidas a un conjunto de datos, es una amenaza para la humanidad y nuestra civilización”, advierte la inteligencia polaca.

También sería criminal dudar de historias gubernamentales como estas:

Reuters ha publicado quizás el artículo más extraño de todos los tiempos, advirtiendo que el cambio climático está teniendo un impacto perjudicial en los ingresos de las trabajadoras sexuales transgénero de Indonesia. Sí, en serio.

https://modernity.news/2024/04/05/bizarre-reuters-article-warns-climate-change-is-hurting-indonesian-trans-sex-workers/

Aquí hay otro que no es un artículo del Día de los Inocentes: "Ahora los científicos dicen que usar JEANS es malo para el medio ambiente".

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-13267731/JEANS-bad-environment-Study-reveals.html?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

Hay muchos artículos extraños que aparecen diciendo cosas como “el vapor de agua es un gas de efecto invernadero”, y ya no solo se tiran pedos de vaca. Todo es señal de algún tipo de colapso mental. Pero se supone que debemos creerlo todo o lo contrario.

También se supone que debemos creer en la pornografía del miedo que están publicando a un ritmo récord, como la siguiente:

La próxima epidemia que salga de China podría ser la SÚPER GONORREA, donde la tasa de ITS resistentes a los antibióticos es 40 veces mayor que la de Estados Unidos y el Reino Unido.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-13249523/Next-epidemic-spill-China-SUPER-GONORRHEA-rate-antibiotic-resistant-STIs-40x-higher-UK.html?ito=native_share_article-nativemenu

Luego tenemos esto: "La pandemia de gripe aviar podría ser '100 veces peor' que la de COVID, advierten los científicos".

https://news.yahoo.com/bird-flu-pandemic-could-100-134840264.html

Y si eso no es suficiente, aquí se lanzará más miedo porno.

El brote de gripe aviar en vacas lecheras se amplía en Ohio, Kansas, Nuevo México… La propagación a un número cada vez mayor de especies y su alcance geográfico cada vez mayor han aumentado los riesgos de que los humanos sean infectados, dijo el jueves el director de la Organización Mundial de Sanidad Animal.

https://www.agriculture.com/bird-flu-dairy-cow-outbreak-widens-in-ohio-kansas-new-mexico-8625070

Parece que están buscando desesperadamente historias encubiertas para los daños causados por las vacunas. En este frente, los Centros para el Control y la Prevención de Enfermedades (CDC) de EE.UU. han publicado 780.000 informes recibidos poco después de que se impulsaran las vacunas contra la COVID-19 que muestran que “las personas experimentaron una amplia gama de problemas posteriores a la vacunación, incluyendo inflamación cardíaca, abortos espontáneos y convulsiones."

https://www.zerohedge.com/medical/cdc-releases-hidden-trove-covid-19-vaccine-injury-reports

La justicia viene. Se ha presentado una denuncia penal contra la presidenta de la Comisión Europea, Ursula von der Leyen, por “usurpación de funciones y títulos, destrucción de documentos públicos, toma ilegal de intereses y corrupción”.

Se trata de un contrato de 35.000 millones de euros entre la UE y Pfizer. Su marido, Heiko von der Leyen, era director de Orgenesis, empresa que ha desempeñado un papel central en la campaña de vacunación de la UE. Orgenesis y Pfizer tienen los mismos accionistas principales. Además, la CE otorgó 320 millones de euros en subvenciones a Orgenesis en 2022. Además, se perdieron millones de dosis de medicamentos de ARNm anti-Covid (mal etiquetados como “vacunas”) por valor de 4 mil millones de dólares.

https://www.voltairenet.org/article220691.html

En Italia, el ex ministro de Salud Roberto Speranza, que impuso la vacunación, ya no puede moverse sin protección policial. Los italianos lo esperan por todas partes y gritan “Asesino”

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Former-Health-Minister-Roberto-Speranza-who-enforced-vaccinations-needs-protection-.mp4

En Canadá, Justin Castrudeau no puede aparecer en público sin ser perseguido por una turba enfurecida. Aquí hay un ejemplo reciente de Hamilton, Canadá.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Justin-Trudeau-chased-by-angry-mob-in-Hamilton-Canada.mp4

Además, Bill Gates acaba de ser llamado pedófilo en la televisión EN VIVO. Mire el video adjunto con Clay Clark diciendo la verdad como debe ser, en Newsmax

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Clay-Clark-calls-Bill-Gates-a-pedo-live-on-Newsmax.mp4

En una señal de que se están tomando medidas, están surgiendo más pruebas de que algo le pasó a la familia real británica. ¿Dónde han ido todos? ¡¡Kate, los niños, sus padres y su hermana están desaparecidos!!

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/Where-are-Kates-parents-and-siblings_-MIA-.mp4

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Ruin My Life

Synopsis: Six times you and Minho “ruin” each other’s lives, and the one time you almost actually did ruin his.

Warning: none

Word Count: 3.9k

Pairing: fem!reader x Lee Minho; friends to lovers

one

Minho always looks like trouble, but he especially looks the part when he dresses as a greaser for Halloween. The entire hallway looks his way when he enters the building even though the low 7:30 AM sunlight blinds their eyes when he opens the door. He has a lollipop in his mouth in place of a cigarette, and when he gives a curt “Good morning” nod in your direction, the girl beside you pretends to swoon.

“Hello, Danny,” she mutters to herself, mimicking an Australian twang. She’s conveniently dressed like Sandy in a poodle skirt and cardigan. “I’d let you ruin my life.”

When you tell Minho about what you heard after school, he laughs so hard he almost falls off the wall he’s sitting on. “Seriously?”

You take a bag of pretzels from the shared pile of treats between you two and rip it open. “Yes! I can give you her name if you’re interested,” you say, half-hoping that he doesn’t actually want it. “What a weird thing to say though.”

He shakes his head and holds his hand out for a pretzel. “No thanks to the name. I think Chan’s supposed to be Danny, so I’m not her summer fling that don’t mean a thing.” He waits for you to drop three in his open palm and, with complete mockery, says, “But I’d let you ruin my life.”

You shoot him a disgusted look, and he laughs.

“Aren’t you glad I made you watch Grease?” you transition. “So who are you? A T-bird? Someone from The Outsiders? Just a generic greaser?”

“Generic greaser, I guess. What are you?”

You point at the pointy, black hat perched on your head and say in disbelief, “I’m a witch!”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and you know you have just walked into a trap. “No, I meant your Halloween costume.”

“Get bent, you jerk,” you roll your eyes.

However, the pretzel you throw at him doesn’t stop him from chortling at his own joke.

two

You agree to feed Minho’s three cats the following weekend while he and his family have a last-minute emergency out of town. You show up to his doorstep on a late Thursday afternoon to say your regards, but everyone in the Lee household is in pandemonium. You slink past his mother to Minho’s room where Soonie and Dori are lying on his bed. Minho himself is packing a duffel bag.

You knock on his already open door to alert him of your presence. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, looking up. “Sorry about this. I would have asked someone who lived closer, but my mom doesn’t trust anyone else with the house key.”

“It’s okay. I like playing with Dori.” You’re still standing at the threshold, feeling too shy to enter now that you’re both older, and you crane your neck to see farther inside. “Where’s Doongie?”

“Under the desk. You can come in.”

“Right.”

You settle into his desk chair and pick up Doongie to pet. There’s nothing else to do, and you scan his walls for something to look at. Your eyes land on his calendar where there are reminders for the biology exam next week and the dance competition at the end of the month. You want to ask if everything’s alright, but it feels insensitive to pry.

“My mom made you dinner,” he says. “To thank you. It’s on the dining table.”

You smile as you remember all the times you stayed over for dinner at Minho’s when you were younger. His mom made the best japchae. “Tell her thanks for me.”

“Will do.”

“Minho!” you hear his mom shout. “We’re leaving!”

Minho heaves his bag over his shoulder and gives you a small smile. “Thanks for doing this. My offer of letting you ruin my life still stands, by the way.”

You snort at the comment, which makes Doongie jump off your lap, which makes you and Minho burst into laughter. “Yeah, well, what are best friends for? I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah. Key’s on the coffee table, by the way. And you know where the cat food is right?”

“I got it. I’ll be the best cat sitter ever.” You stand up and give him a hug. “Everything’s going to be okay, Minho.”

He holds you a little longer, and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. It’s surprisingly erratic, and yours begins to match in tempo.

“Thanks,” he repeats, finally pulling away.

You stand awkwardly at the foot of his bed and give him another smile as he starts to leave.

His foot has just stepped into the hallway when his mom yells again, “Lee Minho!”

“Coming!” he shouts back. He turns back to you, like he wants to say one more thing. “Don’t forget to eat or else she’ll think I didn’t tell you and get mad. And send me pictures of the cats!”

He disappears before you can even nod, and you hear the front door swing shut. You sit back down and idly spin in his chair, enjoying its cushiness. You’re not hungry yet, so you reach for Dori, who eagerly snuggles into your arms, and snap a picture to send to Minho.

Dori loves me more. Consider your life ruined.

three

The day before the biology exam you’re back at Minho’s house. Two open textbooks and an array of different colored pens decorate the dining table surface while two lazy cats lie on the floor beneath. You flip through your notes for the lesson from two days ago. In the meantime, Minho is frantically shuffling through your flashcards.

He abruptly groans after turning a card around and slumps back into his chair. “I’m so screwed. My test average is already bad, so this is just gonna make it worse. I barely remember what we covered today.”

Minho’s version of bad is everyone’s above average, but it’s unlike him to complain about his scores because he knows it. “Is everything alright?” you ask. “You don’t have to answer, but you seem off.”

“You remember that emergency last week?”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you try to arrange your facial expression into something less obvious. “Yeah?”

“Well, it’s not about that.” He looks over to see you caught between relief and annoyance. He grins for a few seconds and then turns slightly more serious. “Dance team stuff. Someone got injured, so we have to fix the routine.”

You nod sagely. “That sucks.”

“Yeah, but my bio grade doesn’t have to.” With a newfound sense of energy, he straightens up and dives back into reading flashcards. “Thanks for letting me borrow your notes. I’d let you ruin my life.”

He says it with the same joking manner as last time, but you don’t answer in the same way. “I don’t think you need any help with that,” you say as you hold up his quiz from a few days ago. There’s a big, red 79% circled at the top and ugly slashes through the numbers of incorrectly answered questions.

He shrinks and makes a face at the low score. “In my defense, I was busy with dance, and it’s at least passing.”

“Well, your 90% test average is suffering.” You shut the textbooks and motion for him to put down the cards. “Tell me about lysosomes.”

“92, but alright. Lysosomes—”

When the tests are passed back another week later, you and Minho gather around your locker after school to compare scores.

He counts down, and you steadily lean in closer in anticipation. “Okay. 3… 2… 1!”

“95!” “95%!”

There’s a brief second where the two of you process each other’s grades before both of you burst into cheers about not only having matching scores but also good matching scores.

“Yogurt place or cafe?” you ask. It’s been a longstanding tradition between you and Minho to get celebratory desserts for receiving scores over 90. “I have a coupon for the new froyo place.”

Minho shakes his head dejectedly, and your heart sinks. You rarely have an excuse to hang out with him outside of school nowadays.

“I’ve got practice in” — he checks his phone — “in fifteen minutes. Raincheck or I’ll bring you coffee tomorrow morning?”

You brighten up at the prospect of Minho-delivered coffee. “Coffee. Definitely coffee.”

He nods and waves goodbye to you. “See you then.”

“Don’t be late tomorrow!”

four

Because you knew that you were getting coffee delivered to you, you didn’t have any before heading to school and are currently fighting the urge to fall asleep standing up. The bright sunlight that comes in whenever anyone walks into the building greatly helps.

“Morning,” Minho greets, a cardboard cup carrier in his hand.

You spot your drink and eagerly snatch out of its place. “I’d let you ruin my life,” you sigh, too happy to snap at Minho’s smirk at the use of the phrase. You notice the red and gold label wrapped around the cup. “You went to the expensive cafe too? Goodness, how much does this cost?”

“10,000 won.”

“There’s no way it was that expensive!” you argue.

“Delivery fee.” He sips on his own coffee while he waits for you to hand him his money.

You pull out your wallet and give him half of what he wants. “There’s no way it was more than 5,000.”

He smiles and pockets the money. “4,000 actually.” Before you can demand your change, he looks at an invisible watch around his wrist and says, “Can’t be late. See you.”

He takes off before you can protest, and you moodily drink your coffee instead. At least it’s good and full of caffeine.

Lia, the one who dressed as Sandy for Halloween and the person who just witnessed highway robbery, steps closer and asks, “Was that your boyfriend?”

At the word ‘boyfriend,’ you heat up. You snort and shake your head. “Boyfriends don’t overcharge their girlfriends for a drink. He’s my friend.”

“He seems sweet,” she says.

You’re about to correct her when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You fish it out and smile when you see the notification on your lockscreen.

Lee Minho paid you ₩1,000 - delivery fee has been revoked

“He’s sweet, I guess.”

Lee Minho requests ₩1,000 - jk

“Never mind.”

five

You can’t believe you let Minho talk you into attending one of his dance competitions. It’s not that you’re not supportive of him and his extracurriculars, but none of your friends are free this weekend, so you have to sit in the audience by yourself. You’re not exactly lonely, but you certainly feel out of place. It’s also not fun once you remember that you have a stack of homework waiting on your desk.

When they announce your school’s team to the stage, you join the applause and shout your friend’s name as loud as you can. Minho somehow manages to pick you out of the crowd and nods at you in acknowledgement. Even though you know he can’t clearly see it, you mouth, “Good luck,” to him.

When the spectacular performance is over, you clap and shout his name again. It’s the last performance, and you anxiously wait while the judges deliberate the winner. You text some votes of confidence to Minho in the meantime. Soon all the teams gather in the room. The feedback from the head judge’s microphone quickly silences the whispers.

They’re not third.

Or second.

Or first.

They’re fifth.

You look over at Minho, who is patting his team members on a job well done. He’s smiling goodnaturedly, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You grab the bouquet of flowers you bought for him and head down to the ground floor like many others are doing.

Heart thumping, you tap him on the shoulder and hold the bouquet out to him. “Hey. Congrats on making top five,” you joke in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Thanks, I guess. It went better than we expected, but you know, first is ideal,” he shrugs. He points at the flowers in your hands, melancholy nearly gone. “Did you buy those from the supermarket?”

“Would it be better if I said I stole them from the neighbor’s garden?”

“Did you really?”

“No.”

“Lame.” He takes them anyway. “I didn’t think you would actually come.”

You again think back to the stack of homework you have and the amount of studying and procrastinating you had planned to do at home. “Me neither.”

“Thanks for coming though.” He pauses for a bit, and you already know what the next line he says will be. “I’d let you ruin my life.”

“You’re already ruining mine.”

Like you’re both in kindergarten again, he shoves you in retaliation — lightly though because he doesn’t actually want to hurt you — and knowing you can’t push him as easily, you stick your tongue at him. He is soon called away for a group photo, and he volunteers you to take it. You do so, and after, with the help of a team member, you and Minho get a picture together with the fifth place trophy. You both smile at the camera, but you’re gently elbowing each other in the ribs all the while.

A minute later, he shows you his phone screen, and you see his post of the recent picture.

being number five and ruining lives, reads the caption.

You like the post anyway and end up setting that photo as your lockscreen.

six

“I hate this,” Minho mumbles to you, his breath making clouds in the winter air. “Why do they do this to us?”

You walk alongside him, trudging at the same snail’s pace as he is. “I know,” you reply. “C’mon, let’s just get it over with so we can leave.”

You drag him by the arm to the front of the giant Christmas tree. He puts an arm around your shoulder and you an arm around his waist. The two of you plaster wide grins on each of your faces while your respective mothers snap photos of their children in matching outfits. The fathers have learned to disappear once they have arrived at the outdoor mall, and you wish you and Minho decided to slip away before the current situation.

“I hate this tradition,” you say through your teeth. You wince when someone’s flash goes off, the light blinding in the night.

“Me too. This vest looks so stupid.”

“The bow around my neck agrees.”

It happens every year, but you and Minho never grow tired of complaining. Your mothers, best friends themselves, insist on documenting the friendship of their children, so you and Minho are subjected to ridiculous Christmas Eve photos in front of the same tree every year. For whatever reason, neither of you have ever rebelled and refused. Darn people-pleasing personalities.

When your parents are satisfied with the results, you and Minho rush to partially get rid of your outfits. Minho unbuttons his vest, cursing at his cold fingers, and you fumble with the knotted ribbon around your frilly shirt collar. Of course you decide to cut your nails the day before.

“Y/N?” someone says. “Is that you?”

You look up from your ribbon and see it's one of your classmates. “Oh, hey, Lia,” you greet. You point at her bags. “Last minute shopping?”

She sheepishly nods. “I like your dress, by the way.” You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker back and forth from you to Minho. “Do you guys know you’re matching?”

“It’s a stupid tradition,” Minho interjects. His vest is draped over one arm and the other is busy loosening his tie. He looks at the limp bow around your neck. “Do you need help?”

“Yes.”

Lia shoots you a knowing smile and starts turning away. “I gotta go, but it was nice seeing you guys. I’ll see you after break. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” you say back, more concerned with getting the cursed ribbon off than goodbyes. Minho echoes the sentiment.

You tilt your chin up and let Minho take a stab at the knot. Whenever his cold hands accidentally brush against your neck, you flinch and your pulse jumps. You hear him swearing under his breath over how tight the knot is, and you meekly apologize and feel yourself grow warm. Everyone’s staring at the spectacle, but you want the stupid thing so badly you don’t care.

“Why did tie it so tightly?” he mutters, finally managing to pull it apart. “I think my hands are cramping.”

“I’d let you ruin my life,” you mockingly say before dropping the act. “But thanks for real.”

“Only for you.” He smirks. “You have to get the dads though.”

You groan. He really does want to ruin your life. You and Minho’s dads are notoriously hard to convince to leave the mall once they’ve found a nice spot to eat and chat. “Anything else,” you plead.

He shakes his head. “No. I did it last year too.”

You take his hand and drag him with you, despite his protests. His fingers are still chilly, but his palms are surprisingly warm. He mutters about your own cold hands at the same time, but you’re too preoccupied with scanning the mall for your fathers to say something witty back. You accompanied him last year, and he would do the same to you this year.

As expected, Minho gives you dirty looks while you spend fifteen minutes begging and waiting for the dads to hurry up. You innocently smile back all the while.

seven

You spent a good portion of your winter break at Minho’s house, playing with his cats, eating his mom’s delicious japchae, and lamenting about school starting up again. School is in session now, and you wait for your first period teacher to open the door as you scroll through your phone outside in the hallway. Minho stops by to return the scarf you left at his house, and to your delight, there’s free coffee that comes with it. He puts the emphasis on ‘free.’

“I’d let you ruin my life,” you say, taking it from him. It’s from the expensive cafe again. “Wow, what’s the special occasion?”

“Just ‘cause,” he replies. “See you after school.”

“See you.”

What a weird way to begin the day. You wonder if Minho’s done anything to the drink; no way he would give you something for free. However, when you cautiously taste it, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. You swirl it to further check, but there’s still nothing.

Even though he said it was free, you still send him the money anyway.

A few minutes later, Lia shows up and says good morning. The two of you idly discuss winter break, and you both find out that neither of you did anything interesting.

“Are you going to go?” Lia asks. She points at the giant poster advertising winter formal tickets.

You shrug and sip on your Minho-delivered coffee. It still tastes normal, and you’re not sure what to make of it. “I don’t know. I don’t have anyone to go with.”

“Aren’t you dating that guy I saw you matching outfits with at Christmas? I don’t know if I already told you, but those were cute outfits.”

“Nope. He’s still my friend.”

“Is that disappointment I hear?” she teases. At your stuttering attempts to retort, she laughs. “I’m kidding. But he is cute.”

“Do you still want him to ruin your life?”

“You heard that?” she groans. “Oh my goodness, that’s embarrassing.”

When you tell Minho what happened after school, he doesn’t laugh. It’s not particularly funny anyway, but he usually smiles a little. Today he’s stony. “So is that your answer?”

“My answer to what?” you bewilderedly ask. You think back to morning and even when you were last back at his house only to come up blank with what he can be referring to. “What did you ask?”

Realization hits him. “You didn’t read the coffee label, did you?”

The cup has long been tossed into the trash by now. “Was I supposed to be? What did you ask?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” he quickly brushes off. He hops down off the wall. “I gotta go to practice.”

“Wait!” you call after him but he runs off.

A few minutes later, you find yourself digging through the trash can you threw your empty cup in earlier. Luckily, it’s mostly filled with paper cuttings and other coffee cups. However, the latex gloves you borrowed from your biology teacher don’t lessen your disgust, especially when leftover liquid drips out. Your teacher watches on in amusement as you scrutinize every one.

“This must be a very important piece of trash,” she remarks.

“It is. Oh! It’s this one!”

The label is stained with coffee, and you can just barely make out Minho’s handwriting in black ink. Why did he have to write it so small? No wonder why you didn’t notice it earlier. You hold up the cup higher to the light, and your eyes grow wide as you read the message.

want to ruin my life forever and be more than friends? will you go to winter formal with me?

You nearly drop it in your surprise. Oh goodness. You really, really messed up.

Your heart threatens to beat out of your ribcage, and every part of you is buzzing with adrenaline. Minho likes you in that special way, and you…

You…

You kind of feel the same?

Yes?

Wait, no?

No!

You definitely feel the same.

You hurriedly thank your teacher for her help and rush out of the classroom with Minho’s cup in your hand. You have to fix this now. You burst into the dance practice area, out of breath, and everyone looks at you in confusion.

“Yes! The answer is yes, Minho!” you shout and triumphantly hold out the cup.

The dance captain looks back and forth between your panting frame and Minho’s frozen figure. “Let’s take a five minute break?” he says, more of a suggestion than an order.

You walk over to Minho while everyone else disperses. He meets you halfway. His mouth is open, like he wants to say something, but no words come out.

You smile at him and thrust the cup into his hands. “Hi. The answer is yes to both questions.”

“But you said you told Lia we were just friends,” he breathlessly says, like he can’t believe this is happening.

“Well, we were just friends ten hours ago. I didn’t realize I wanted to be more than your best friend until I read your note.”

A hesitant smile creeps up onto his face. “I didn’t think you would actually take me up on my offer of ruining my life. I thought I screwed it all up by even asking.”

“No! I really like you,” you blurt out. “Like really, really. And I think I have for a long time now. It just… took awhile for me to find out.”

“I like you too, life ruiner.”

You try to playfully push him, but he wraps you in a hug before you can even touch him. You squirm in his grasp and giggle when he holds you even tighter.

“Life ruiner, life ruiner,” he chants in your ear. “And you’re all mine now.”

~ ad.gray

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