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#no matter the reason pls dont stop i laugh every time i see you follow me again
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One of the things I absolutely love about this account is this one follower who unfollows and follows me again like once a month
I’m not offended or annoyed or anything, promise, I just find it really funny
I have no clue why it happens and theorizing has become one of my favorite pastimes
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ermbabyel · 3 years
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hi hi hi !! may i please request a personality ship with bts and ateez !! i apologize in advance bc it's super long </3
I’m a 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (that look so so so so good in skirts and dresses), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.
  i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3
  I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes.
besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (THEY DONT HAVE TO BE but 5’9+...i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “i dont like u lol” or “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3)  but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like just cuddling with each other or im studying, and hes working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). I like ALL 5 of the love languages but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (THIS i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ). i love a man who's goal oriented, know what he wants, and makes the move first (kinda like taking control of the relationship!!) in all, i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3 tysm <333
Hi hi~! You sound like such a sweetheart and so cute 😍💕 I’ll be super happy to ship you~!
Bts
Yoongi 🥳
I thought of Yoongi right away while reading your submission. You sound like such a sweet and supportive person that I think Yoongi would benefit from being in a relationship with you. You also remind me a lot of hobi when I was reading your description so I think you two would be best friends too~! Yoongi would be intrigued by your appearance, your intimidating aura around you would make him want to know you more. Surely there’s more than meets the eye...and Yoongi was correct. After getting to know you more. He soon learned how such a happy and sweet person you are. He would love the duality of you. It’s keeps him on his toes and yearns to learn more o about you~! Yoongi is a very passionate person as well, especially with his career and his members. And I’m sure he’d be passionate with you too, but he’ll show you in his own little ways. For example, writing songs about you for bts’ new comeback, getting you your favorite foods and drinks when you both have had a long day...he just loves you so much. I can see you, and sope being the three musketeers of bts, you three would do SO much together. Yoongi can be a silly and goofy person as we’ve seen, but only certain people can drawl that aspect out of him, so you and hobi would do SOO well at making him feel comfortable to let loose and have fun~! I can see you and hobi goofing around at the studio with each other and Yoongi would shake his head and act unimpressed, but we all see right through him and he truly adores you in that state~! Yoongi would also think it’s super adorable how flustered and shy you get when he gets touchy with you 👀💜. Just a very cute and wholesome relationship~! 🥰
Ateez
Seonghwa 🥳
You love when your partner takes control? You don’t need to tell Seonghwa twice! The boy would LOVE to take care of you and take the lead in the relationship. I think he’s also naturally dominate, so it would be no problem for him~! I can see you two going on cute coffee dates to local cafè shops close by. Seonghwa would absolutely adore how excited you are about coffee~! He would also think it’s hella attractive that you’re a dancer 👀. He LOOOOVES to watch you dance for himself maybe he would create a dance for only you two to perform. Your legs and lips are how absolute favorite physical traits of yours. Seonghwa would always have a hand on your leg or knee whenever you guys are sitting down. And if you’d let him, Seonghwa would kiss you all day long~! He just loves the feeling of your soft lips against his 💜. Seonghwa also adores how happy and cheerful you are. Especially on hard long days full of practices and performances, your cheerful and loving nature always makes him feel better and soooo much more relaxed. I can see both of you mothering the other members too~! He appreciates you taking care of him at times, but he’s also take opportunities to take care of you too~! Overall a very sweet and loving relationship~! ❤️‍🔥
Again, I am very sorry for the long ass wait 🥺. I hope you enjoy your ships love~! Stay happy and healthy~! 🤗💜
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gagmebucky · 4 years
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a little out of my depth on this one. don’t be too harsh! 😅
anonymous asked: pls dont shame me for this lmao 🥺 but could you write something about bucky masturbating with the reader’s panties? like he found them on her floor or something and he took them and jerked himself off with them and nutted into them oof 🥴 imma pass out
[neighbor!bucky. masturbation. doll.]
But he’s fueled by the euphoria tunneling into his very being by working your silk up and down his cock, clinched like a vice with corkscrewing motions; he’s fueled by the knowledge that hours before this, you’d been laid up in that luscious bed, legs spread, a dainty hand shoved between them—his name probably on your lips as you rubbed your fingertips against your cloth-clad clit until you doused it with your sticky essence. 
in which you drive bucky to do something he ever thought he would. (includes neighbor!bucky, bucky’s pov, dirty talk via reader, masturbation.)
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Bucky Barnes doesn’t do cat and mouse. Because, at the end of the day, he’s a wolf and catching a lamb is a mere matter of flashing his teeth. 
There’s no need to chase because his charm is effortless. Dames are already lining up, begging him to take them to bed, so he’s never believed in needlessly pursuing another. To some guys, it’s a sport, a way to boost their ego, but to him, it’s a waste of time and he isn’t that insecure. 
Until now. Until you moved in next door with your seductive looks, enthralling smile and cheeky remarks. There’s too much about you to pinpoint one specific aspect that draws him in like a ship into a storm. 
Maybe it’s because when he flashed you his baby blues and rumbled your name with a naturally husky edge and laid a surefire pickup line on you but you just laughed and shook your head. Maybe it’s because he sees you everyday, getting your mail, lounging by the pool, or purposely changing in the window across from his and a figure that sexy is driving him mad. Maybe it’s because he watches the way you bewitch and throw away your many suitors in the same manner he does.
All he knows is that he wants you. On your knees, on your back, on top of him. And while he’s never had to try before, he’s positive you’ll fall like the rest. In no time, he’ll utter a few filthy litanies that’ll have your head spinning and your panties dropping. 
That’s what he decides on a particular Saturday night when the speakers from your place vibrate over to his. It’s low enough that he can ignore it, but it’s loud enough that it’s not weird that it coins his attention. So fuck the former because he’s a man on a mission, and he refuses to fail. 
Once he’s checked his stubbled jaw and half-hearted chocolate brown bouffant looks in the mirror, he throws something expensive and stylish on before he strides on over with determination ladening his combat boot-clad steps. 
The stars are outshines by the extravagance of your little shindig. Your two-story is lit up completely, in both lights and populace. People are filtering in and out through your opened front door, laughing and smiling with the faint scent of liquor lingering in the air. 
Women and the occasional guy pay him greedy glances, too intoxicated to give a damn about how obvious they’re being. Other than a cocky tilt of his lips, he gives the vaguely familiar faces no recognition. His mind is on one thing—you—and there’s a flurry of tactics he’s considering to reel you in with. 
He weaves through the throng and locates your kitchen where the drinks are being handed out. Not by you, but a girl he remembers you’re pretty close to, and she blushes every time she sees him. And right now is no different. 
Her cheeks burn red as he’s next in line. “H - hi, Bucky,” she breathes and nervously tucks a stray of hair behind her ear. “What would you like? There’s wine coolers, beer, vodka. . .” her voice trails off when she looks behind him, giving a nod before wordlessly scurrying off.
“Crashing my house party, Barnes?” your musically simpering voice calls and turns him around; greeting him is the sight of your alluring form adorned in a short dress. You click your tongue in a tsk and shake your head disapprovingly. “Not very neighborly of you.” 
“Not inviting me to your house party? Not very neighborly of you, doll,” he retorts smoothly, the riposte matching your tone’s fluctuation while his eyes drink you in. The satin wrapped around your skin is cut low, giving him an eyeful of your décolletage, and it stops at the middle of your thighs; suddenly he’s aware how easy it would be to do away with the flimsy fabric.
You fail to suppress a smile. “Considering you fucked most of the guests here, I thought it’d be bad taste.” 
His eyebrow lifts, and he casts a glance around to acknowledge he had, indeed, fucked most of your friends. “Haven’t fucked them all.” He shrugs and regards you with a confident half-smirk, adding, “Not yet, anyway.”
You titter and fold your arms, inadvertently jiggling your breasts in the process. “In your dreams.” 
He licks his bottom lip and shamelessly admits, “I do dream about you, doll. A lot, actually.” Stepping forward, he crowds you against the wall. He flashes his teeth as he stares you down. “Under me, begging and moaning my name, wrapped around my cock while I pound your little pussy drippin’ full of me.”
For a moment, you‘re stunned, and he knows his words have you throbbing—the look on your face is familiar, one he‘s invoked within woman after woman. Your breathing hitches, and your eyes dilate with unmistakable desire. “Y - you wish,” you finally say in a lame attempt to laugh it off and push past him. 
He catches you by the wrist, his fingers dwarfing your tiny limb, and tugs you gently in place so your back is flush against the upright surface once more. This time, both of his hands splay at the spaces between your shoulder and head, cornering you with only an inch separating your bodies. 
“Yeah,” he agrees because he does—his advances are proof of that—and he’s not afraid to own up to it. “But you do, too. You want me every bit as much as I do you.” His eyes drag over your body slow and deliberate as if he can see through your very soul. “It’s obvious. The way you look at me, how your nipples are always hard, when you squeeze your thighs together and think you’re being subtle. You aren’t.” His nose almost touches yours. “Just stop it with the charade and admit that you want me, and I’ll fuck you until you’re crying and can’t stop cumming around my cock.” 
You’re wavering. A battle rages in your narrowed irises, mouth slightly ajar like you’re trying to form a response. It takes a minute—going over the reason for your nonsensical resistance and debating the necessity of it all—but you figure one out, and he doesn’t know where the composture comes from when it grips you. 
Your lashes flutter against your cheekbones, and you breathe a strong, “No.” Tables turned, he falters backward somewhat in astonishment, but on that same exhale, you confess, “I do want you. I want you in every way under the sun. I think about it constantly. What your hands would feel like on me instead of mine. . . if it were your fingers rubbing me to an orgasm instead of my own, or knuckle deep inside me. If I’d be able to take two of your thick fingers, or if I’d be too tight.” 
Each word hits him like a punch in the gut; the sentences ooze wanton honesty, syllables drawn like honey, spoken to fan against his lips tantalizingly. Gaze transfixed on him, he can see the kaleidoscope of sinful fantasies flitting through your mind. He’s sure you can see the feral flame igniting within his. 
Of course, you don’t stop. “I think about how’d you cock looks. . . feels, buried inside me, or fucking my throat. I think about how’d I’d want you to take pictures so I can see my cheeks stuffed, eyes glossy, lips wet with spit and your cum,” you say so simply one might assume you’re talking about the weather. “Most of all, I think about how I know that once you start, I won’t want you to stop even when I tell you to. I’d want you to keep going until I physically can’t, until the only thing I have to ability to do is seize up around your cock, again and again.” 
Your voice has taken on a libertine rasp, translating into a sound that sends a shiver down his spine as you toss your head back and laugh. “God,” you whisper before pushing to your tippy toes, in tandem with fisting his shirt, to speak into his ear. “You should see the amount of panties I’ve ruined because of you. Really high end ones no good ‘cause I’m soaked thinkin’ about what you’d do to me if you got the chance—if I gave you one. Matter of fact, soaked one just this morning thinking about you. It’s why I’m not wearing any right now.” 
Adrenaline and raw hunger flood his veins rushes to his dick. His heart thumps like a jungle drum while concupiscence roars demandingly between his ears; air expels harshly through his nostrils like a bull before charging. He follows the instinct but you dart out of reach knowingly. 
“But no.” You smirk, several feet away now, preening at the way he palms himself uncomfortably through his jeans, and how his jaw ticks. “Those are just fantasies. You won’t ever get to learn what I sound like in the throes of an orgasm, James. I don’t care if I have to abuse every sex toy I have but I am not fucking you. So I suggest you pick someone else around here to be another notch on your belt and fix that—” You nod to the swelled bulge straining against denim, and you declare, “—cause it won’t be me.” 
Without so much as a goodbye, you disappear into the mass of grinding bodies, leaving him painfully hard and alone. 
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He can’t get it out of his head. He can’t get you out of his head. An hour later, and your encounter throbs at the base of his skull in unison with an erection. Every line, the tone and the twinkle in your eyes as you said them play like a mantra but instead of calming him down, it only drives him further insane. 
There’s been plenty of interests thrown his way, offers to “help” him with his not-so-little problem caged in his pants, and as tempting as they are, he can’t bring himself to. It’s pathetic, and he nearly punched a wall because seriously when did he become the type of person who’s spurred on by rejection—bittersweet rejection, as yours was. 
That speech, laced with provocation though it was, should’ve been it. Right? He should’ve left, and his dick should be flaccid, and your face, name and existence should never cross his mind again. Yet, here he is, locked in your upstairs bathroom, (because there’s a line otherwise, and he ignored the sign saying do not cross in front of the stairs), unsuccessfully trying to jacking himself off. 
“Fuck!” he just about snarls as his body refuses to give him relief. His third try, and he’s still hard as a rock. Being wound up is only making it worse but he can’t help it; you’re just as teasing in his mind as you are in real life. “Fuck it.” 
He tucks himself in perfunctorily, shirt ruffled and button and zipper undone, and swings the door open haphazardly. He’s gonna fuck one of your friends and pretend it’s you—that it’s you who’s finally given in to let him play as pleases. And he’ll give his best performance, pull out all the stops so she’ll rave to you in the morning. 
That brings a faint smile to his lips. The thought of your best friend ranting to you about how good he fucked her with every detail down to the second has him giddy, and the possibility that you'll masturbate to the hypothetical story suddenly strikes him. 
Mid-walk in the hallway, intention on returning to the party and enacting his plan, he stops. He whirls around, and there, he spots it. The master bedroom—your bedroom, and your innately sultry voice echoes, “You should see the amount of panties I’ve ruined because of you.”
And he takes that as an invitation.
Because you explicitly stated not to go beyond the first level and you apparently trust the herd of drunks below, your door is unlocked; so all he has to do is twist the knob and push in, revealing your sleeping chambers in its almost immaculate glory. 
Cream walls encase a room bigger than his with similarly toned furniture sitting against it. In the middle of mahogany dressers, a grand vanity and a flat screen television is your bed, framed in dark brown wood with a king-sized mattress on top, made neatly in a fluffy white comforter and throw pillows. 
While everything else seems to be pristine, surfaces shining without a speck of dust in sight, items tidily put away, your floor isn’t. Although it does have a mopped sheen, it’s littered in clothing. Yours, clearly, a trail of them leading to the connected bathroom. Amid various dresses and bras, there’s a single pair of panties straddling the threshold; black cotton is displayed with the inside of the triangle panel flipped up, and dark cotton is lightened with a shimmer of residual wet. 
Before Bucky can think about his next move, he’s already picking them up. He clenches the black silk in his hand and instinctively brings them to his nose. Inhaling deeply, a groan wrenches out of his throat from the scent of your feminine musk. 
The olfactory sensory neurons fires to his brain until he’s left with feeling like he just took a shot of the finest liquor. It rattles him to the very bones and electrifies his insides. Smarting shocks needle across his skin while every part of him vibrates with excuritating arousal.
“Goddamn,” he half-chokes, half-growls, his chest falling and lifting raggedly because you smell so fucking good he can practically taste it. It’s uniquely you, but unmistakably stained with the universal scent of cum, and otherwise confirms what you said earlier, that you had drenched them because of him.
And he doesn’t even try to stop as he hurriedly snakes his cock from its confines. With one hand, he holds onto the doorframe; the other, with your used panties webbed across his palm, pinches himself at the girthy base. No lubricant is needed because his tip has been weeping ever since he first saw you and hasn’t stopped dribbling down his well-endowed length. 
Slicked up, he grits his teeth and works the worn attire along his erection. Somewhere in his mind, he expects to fail again at self-pleasure like before, but it seems having your orgasm drenched silk swathed around him helps tremendously with that. 
A tremor wracks his body, hips jutting forth in a consequential thrust. “Oh, f - fuck,” he rasps at the warm feeling prickling from the tips of his toes to his fingers. To think, he can have a harem of women on their knees for him but instead, he prefers getting more satisfaction this. 
If it didn’t feel so fucking good, maybe he’d feel embarrassed—have some sort of shame for such a depraved act. 
But he’s fueled by the euphoria tunneling into his very being by working your silk up and down his cock, clinched like a vice with corkscrewing motions; he’s fueled by the knowledge that hours before this, you’d been laid up in that luscious bed, legs spread, a dainty hand shoved between them—his name probably on your lips as you rubbed your fingertips against your cloth-clad clit until you doused it with your sticky essence. 
“S - shit,” he moans the curse. His forehead falls onto the doorframe, and his nails engraved crescents into the painted wood. Though he may try to muffle them with his plump bottom lip stressed between his teeth, throaty sounds wrest out of his chest and fill the room, an erotic soundtrack in junction with the wet squelching of his hand pumping his cock. 
You besiege his mind, rule with an iron fist while he desperately fucks his own in lieu of you. Your face, your body, and all the turpitude he’d inflict on you because he’d want to consume you in the same way you’ve done him. He’d—he will—show you things those other guys can’t even dream of; you’ll be hooked on him like he is on you. 
A fever is building rampantly within him; he heats like leather in the sun, lava boiling under his skin in preparation to explode. Every defined muscle in his body is coiled with escalating tension while his strokes are becoming sloppier and sloppier. More concentrated at his sensitive tip, he’s coated your black silk in lurid splashes of precum, sluicing your used panties so thoroughly his palm is swamped by the almost-translucent fluid. 
In an embarrassing amount of minutes, the crux approaches at the speed of a comet. A mental imagining flickers through his psyche, snapshots of you, completely undone; tits bouncing as he drives inside you, your inviting lips opened in an o as you exude the prettiest moans and whimpers, his thumb strumming your clit like instrument string as he pummels your channel, the look on your face when he finally blows his load. 
That thought does it. 
“Shit, shit, shit—!” Sensations coalesce, and warmth frays his nerves. Your name tears pass this lips, strangled and breathy, while his hips thrust forward in completion. The volcano erupts, and stream after stream spills into the thin material for what feels like forever. 
His senses skew, blurring as he rides out the highest relief he’s ever felt. Shuddering, he milks every last bit before the intensity dwindles, and he returns to reality; the reality that, yes, he had just experienced a mind blowing orgasm thanks to a measly pair of panties—your used panties.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters to himself, softening as he tucks himself away and shoves the silk into his pocket. “I’ve really got it bad, don’t I?”
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jflove · 4 years
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Taekook/Vkook: From things I gathered so far
First of all, it’s just my thinking, I could be wrong. So if im wrong, then just think of this post as a fanfic. So, I started listening/watching BTS just this week. Yeah i know, very late for the party. but i dont usually listen to K-pop, so I came across them simply because they’re everywhere recently. 
They amazed me like most of the world right now, i started to watch their interview or v-live vids just to know them better. 
Then i saw a old news about they almost break the group in 2018, i was really shocked, so i watched the 2018 festa, heard that V talked about Suga write a long massage to him and end with I love you. then Suga said he also sent to another person. 
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then Jungkook raised his hand.
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i found it a bit weird why he didn’t say it earlier, wait till Suga pointed out another person? But i didn’t think into it. the news commented that Suga cared for the two youngest members, and said the almost disbanded reason was pressure from the fame.
Then i came across those Taekook vids, lots of them with detail analyse, those were too many i can’t repeat. i grow up with Japan’s boy groups, those were K-pop’s beginning, so im no new to those fan service behavior. But I really feel this wasn’t the case.
The first one really bring up suspicious, is when Jimin asked if JK was happy, then JK said yes and thank fans.
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I was really shocked to see that, because Jimin actually lower his voice, it doesn’t sound like a joke. 
And also JK’s answer... i have to say hes not the best improviser on cover up. He stop for a sec then said something in a weak tone....
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He didn’t ask why Jimin say that or anything, like a normal person been wrongfully accused. Just really nervous laughing.
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Cute, but boi.
Then theres that famous sleeping together on a boat:
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And also those v-live busted:
Jungkook wasn’t wearing clothes when V came, but they exchanged some shady text before. So theory was probably V told him hes coming but didn’t say he would bring the cam, so... poor JK.
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Anyway there are lots of them, so im not gonna go threw everything. Just my theory: I would guess they probably started just good friends, they both has the same weirdness, and similar age. And JK said he think V really good looking a lot from the beginning. V would pet JK like a puppy and hug him every chance he got.
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Though other’s like the little bro too, but clearly they were the closest.
And most of all, V likes(or needs) to hug something to sleep, and little JK didn’t like sleep alone. So they just naturally sleep together all the time. And other hyungs were used to it. they know each other more than any other members too.
 at first I guess they started to make out around 2017, but now i think probably 14-15. I have to keep changing the timeline earlier because more i dig, more i think it happened very early. 2013 When the group started, Jungkook looked so shy and everyone teased him. V’s teasing a bit different, more intimate or inappropriate even. Like the pic above, JK often looks shy and tries to get away. There’re also a vid (I forgot where i saw it) everyone sit down talking, V held JK under his arm and grabbing his nipple, JK looked so uncomfortable and low key tried to get away.  But that dynamic soon changed, JK suddenly more confident, can tease back, and possessive of V. i think they started to make out during that time. explain why JK used to so awkward when V teased him, because he got aroused by those joking behavior and embarrassed. But after confirmed that the feeling was mature. He’s all exciting and totally in love. But I don’t think they really consider the other one as lover till 2016, could be when V left the group for the movie shooting, the separation made them realized their own feeling. if i can be a bit pervert, i would say before that could just jerking, making out, normal stuff. but 16 or 17 are the time they really doing it and become lovers.
this vid was form 03.24.2017, i saw it from other people’s great vid. pls go watch it, so informational. In this vid you can hear some kissing sound. I used to think this time was they first build up the real sexual relationship so they couldn’t control themselves. But now i think maybe because company were(are) pressing them, so its their way to get back. So as those sneaky tease, it’s their way to express their feeling under the company rules.
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Maybe at first was boys fooling around, but it turn to real general love very quick. It’s not just some dazed and confused, they supported each other in a high pressure industry full with adults. Train together, work together, live together. That would definitely create a strong bond. And I believe them made each other grow a better person. V becomes more thoughtful, discovered his ability on dancing, singing, and song writing. And the very capable JK becomes more caring, confident, and found his mental support he can always rest his head when he really tired.
The another shock for me was the behind scene of Winter Bear.
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first of all, JK isn’t in the credit so why was he there lol? Second, that phone lol. JK’s symbol is rabbit. so no matter who that phone is all quite suspicious.  Although there’re some camera sound, but it doesn’t looks like another person was shooting, the sound and camera shift could edit in. or just ask the camera person leave the camera after couple shoots. Anyway, i think the camera was on the bed was the tiny movement matched their move so it could be just mattress bouncing. But the important thing i want to talk about was this:
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That damn boi was freaking jerking off right?! His top all opened up, his left hand was under the cover, and there were some tiny panting and chest movement... i watched like at least 20 times, its gotta be. And there’s a cut couple sec later, changed to JK singing winter bear with a smirk face.
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cus he freaking knew the song is about him.  yeah. I think V made that song cuz JK. He said before that JK really hates people waking him up. so i guess kinda like a bear?
 Then there’s the walking with JK’s dog scene. Before the behind scene came out, people argued about whether JK was involved. But now, yeah, i would say he probably the person filming since he already filming V a lot on his personal account “golden closet film“... do i even need to say anything about the name?
Back on the bear. 
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V only held one bear, and the finishing had two bears.
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Two bears, how could that be any more obvious?? Two bears, two boys likes to sleep together. do the math.
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do you even wanna talk how close he and the person filming? don’t think a professional would film like this. and the look in V’s eyes, the tiny smile on his lips... im tired to go over this, why do i even need to point out? use your eyes.
So, conclusion, I think they were in love since 2017. And the other members all know about it. There are so many slips i wouldn’t gonna talk about it. it’s already a super long post.
Next, it’s the interfering phase. 2018. 
Anyway, Korea is not a gay-friendly country. And they have mandatory military service, which V and JK haven’t done. if you’re gay in Korea military, you could face jail time. And not to mention coming out in anywhere would be hard. The company started to separate V and JK, they won’t be in the same vid, even arrange different schedule for them. If it’s a group activity, then they couldn’t stand next to each other without others cut in-between.
I imagine its not a great job for the hyngs, probably why they talked about disband. Yeah, I went back to the first question i got and finished my quest. i think i found the real reason. and it explains why-->
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See when Jin said it, V was looking at another person on his right side with that intense look, tell me that's not a look you look at someone you love but couldn’t be with.
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And V all broke down, finally JK couldn’t watch it anymore.
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I can’t find a close up, but i remember seeing in some other vids. JK was holding his tear and put on a calm face but you can see how hard he gritted.
it’s hard to find because they all got ban by the company. maybe my post would too... i heard there was a vid on YouTube point out the same thing and got ban by bighit. so... anyway. if you think im right, you can make a copy of my post and re-post it. don’t worry about copy my words, i don’t mind. if a lot of people did the same thing, then there would be no point to ban.
IM NOT DOWN HERE!!
That’s talk about this v live: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfHecRN_dLk
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if you didnt watch it, go find it on youtu. This vid are so... all over the place. I didn’t understand till some great analysis (see the link above). i couldn’t go throw all the details why how or what... if you don’t believe, why you even read till here? 
Simply says, company wanna hide that JK and V was staying in the same room, so they probably ask V to leave the room, but V came back in the middle, everyone was super awkward, so Jin and Jimin left. V looked sad and pissed. He wouldn’t leave, so company sent someone to ring the bell, and told JK to ask V to leave.
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see how uncomfortable that JK had to ask V to leave. i feel so bad for them both, had to follow those company stupid rules and pretend their relationship. How would that feel when you have the love one so close to you, but you can’t touch, can’t hold each other, can’t even say how important that person meant to you.
They’re in their 20s! they should be having fun with each other, posting those sweet pics and showing off their boyfriends, having the best. Instead, they can’t even stand together in public photo shooting.
People even thought they have issue with each other, can you imagine how insult that would be? have to see your fans pairing you and your lover with other people, but couldn’t say anything.
Then, that’s talk about the new album. because i think they’re not gonna be quite for long. remember RM made a speech in UN about not just love yourself, also need to speak yourself? I think they are gonna speak, that’s why RM hinted in this interview:
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yes form the same youtuber, go find the vid.  He say something big could be coming, i do think definitely could be JK and V coming out. see how serious JK’s face? this kid got frown lines in just a year! People were shock that he looks much grown up in “ON”, i just feel sorry for him. hes only 22, he shouldn’t have to grow up so much. But love would do this to you, the things you do for love age you. V seems much older too, i couldn’t imagine how much pressure hes under. 
And we have to talk about the songs.
First, Jungkook’s My time. He said the same thing about have to grow up fast. Of course industry would do that to you, but he was always quite happy till couple years ago. love do make us weak and hurt, some love just harder than the other. In his song, he said don’t know what’s his time, I think maybe he was thinking about when to come out? But eventually he definitely will, because his song was for V, the lyric mostly was easy to understand, but 
Even if it's opposite of sun One time for the present (one time) Two time for the past (two time) these three lines i think sun means V’s name? probably means even against what V wants? but the one or two im not sure, how many times he disagree with V?
And time, my time, does that mean sexuality? or just simply means he couldn’t have time with V? so many possibility...
But i really wanna talk about V’s inner child. That’s the reason why i spent 4hrs writing this long ass post with my broken english. Not even sure would any one even bother to read... Because after everything i know and believe about V and JK, when i read the lyric i see a totally different song. a heart break love song for someone he knows for so long, when they both young. (im tearing up again) OK, call me imagine things all you want, if there’s a small chance they really are lovers and this song was for JK... just pretend that and read+listen the song again.
At that time, we had it tough While looking up at those stars in the sky, too far out of reach You at that time, didn't believe in galaxies But I saw it, a silver galaxy It must have hurt, it must have been so difficult I ran towards the endless light 
The first part is the beginning of their story, they wanna be like those stars, but JK wasn’t sure about himself. V believes they can make it. so they went for it, even have to go through all those lies and suffering.
and the chorus... 
It tingles, that summer day's air The cold sounds of the grey-lit streets I draw in a breath and knock at your door We gon' change 
maybe how things happened? Not sure the summer is a  metaphor or a real time though. this change means they fell in love.
Now I wish we would smile more It will be okay, because today's me is doing fine Yesterday's you, now it's all clear I want to hug the many thorns in the budding rose The smiling kid, the child who was always laughing brightly When I see you like that, I can't help smiling
The second part is breaking my heart. I think hes telling JK not to worry about him. He doesn’t mind those thorns(all the obstacles they have to face), he want  the rose(JK or their love relationship). And the smiling kid part just makes me cry every time. The line “Yesterday’s you”, Im not sure means he can sees JK’s grown up, or... When i sense that their relationship might be the almost disband reason, i think probably one of them wanted to go against the company, open their relationship. But the other one refused. That’s why they end up still the same. I thought was V wanted to open, because he’s more don’t care about what people think kinda person.  but now i think might be JK. That’s why V was crying so hard on the stage, because hes the one hiding. He felt sorry for JK, and JK held him showed he support his decision. And if that’s true, then the whole “yesterday you” could means that V understand why JK want to go public now. Another thing why i suddenly think JK is the one wanted to come out, is the “Golden Closet Film” name. And It’s started at 2017.11.08... probably the time they talked about coming out, but decided not to, he was frustrated and felt been pressed by the company into this glamorous closet.
the chorus this time means another change, maybe they broke up, or put a hold on their relationship. but i would think... maybe when V made the song, he didn’t know what would happen. this song was what he wanted to say to JK, so he could bring this song to JK and play or sing to him. See what would he choose.
Therefore comes the next part which is dancing in my tears: 
Tonight, if I reach my hand to yours Can you hold that hand? I'll become you You just have to look at my galaxies Be showered with all those stars I'll give you my world The lights illuminating your eyes, they're the me of now You’re my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy
Is V asking JK to come out with him? i couldn’t figure out every single words mean but i don’t have to, that’s something V said to JK, the meaning belongs to them, we can just shared a bit of his emotion. there are just so many love and begging, calling for the boy he deeply in love with. every single word hurt me deeply because they are so real and pure.
If someone wrote something like this song to you, you need to grab that person tight. You might never meet another person could love you more than that.
I don’t know if JK hold V’s hand, like I said in the beginning, i could be all wrong and this is just a fanfic. But it’s the ending, if you still with me. let me make a wild guess...
If they come out on one of the coming concert, that would be epic.  I worry for them of course, I wish them nothing but happiness. I truly don’t want to see this great kids suffer anymore. So maybe its a good thing if im wrong, or the storm might swallow them all. No matter what, i will keep supporting them, hope most of the army too. 
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rogerina-yee-haw · 5 years
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“at least I’m one”
chapter 2: “- the sadness & tenderness”
sd!gwilym lee x reader
[the goodbye] 
summary: you and gwil met ten months ago; and he offered you to be his sugar baby almost immediately. you agreed at that exact moment, not knowing where it would get you.
warnings: angst, cursing, a bit of smut idk??, author’s spelling and grammar errors
a/n: the feedback was fucking crazy, i love y’all so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i didn’t even expect someone to read “the goodbye” chapter,,,i’ve been sobbing for the whole day while reading your messages,,,y’all make me feel loved,,i dont deserve that lol hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as much as the previous one <3
p.s. you should know that the fic is heavily inspired by “just a little bit of your heart” by ariana grande..gotta leave you with this information now
don’t cringe too much pls!!!!!!
also - it’s pretty obvious but still needed to be said - those big parts of text in italics are flashbacks
this is a long ass chapter hsjskshshs
i do not own the gif, cr to the owner
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“We’ll send you an invitation!” Alice practically pushes you out of Gwil’s apartment. You aren’t mad in any way; you understand. Gwil will be home in a couple hours, and Alice has to get ready. She’s his fiancée now, after all.
Your hand is already numb when you’re outside; the bag is too heavy for you to carry it on your own. It’s also the matter of you mental state – if everything was alright, you wouldn’t even feel the weight of this old bag with your stuff in it. You sight becomes blurry, all because of tears in your eyes; you feel like there is no more oxygen in your lungs – you can’t fucking breathe. You don’t know how you manage to walk to the nearest bench and sit down; you cover your face with hands and start weeping uncontrollably. He hurts you; every thought about him is hurting you.
And here, at this exact moment, you remember the day you met him ten months ago. When you first looked at him, you had no idea he would break your heart into million pieces; you didn’t know he would leave you completely shattered.
You lean back onto the bench and raise your head to the sky, still crying. Why couldn’t he tell you? Is it really that hard just to talk, to break the arrangement? If he was honest with you, if he told you about his engagement, you would have understood better. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt that much.
You wipe the tears away from your cheeks and close your eyes. You’re still panting, still trying to stop yourself from sobbing – but you just can’t. You are so in love with him that it completely and endlessly breaks your heart. You didn’t know happiness before Gwil; as well as you didn’t know heartbreak before him.
You see your hands shake crazily when you put the phone out of the pocket of your dress. This dress was one of those that you bought while shopping with Gwil – he said that you looked really good in it. He always told you how good you looked; no matter what you were wearing.
“I guess that’s in the past now”, you think while trying to call a cab. But you fail; your sight is still blurry and your hands shake impetuously. You try to calm yourself down; you breathe in and out slowly, until the heaviness in your breath fades away. You sigh deeply; you need to get out of this place before Gwilym comes back home. If he told Alice to speak to you, then it means that he doesn’t want to see you.
How simple. To throw you away when needed, to use you for fucking and to play with your feeling pretending to give a shit about you – how fucking simple is that? And then get engaged to the brattiest bitch in the whole world – a smart move for a serious man. You clench your jaw and close your eyes, taking another deep breath. You should have never expected him to end up with you. But you have always been dreaming too much; since you were a little girl you’ve imagined yourself having a happy life with the Prince Charming.
You let out a sad chuckle. Funny, isn’t it? You were so close. You were touching, kissing, loving the man of your dreams – but he never loved you back. You gave him everything; every little part of your body was his and his only. He knew you like no one else before him did.
And now all of it is gone. It’s turned to dust, with a snap of his fingers.
And you are destroyed as well.
You suddenly understand that the cab can’t take you home – you left your wallet at Gwil’s place. Your credit card and cash are in there; but there’s no way you’ll come back to this place. You’re shattered and broken, but you still have pride. You know you won’t be able to come through that humiliation one more time. Alice has seen enough of you crying; you couldn’t give her any more reason to make fun of you. You’d better leave this old wallet with the money and the photo of you and Gwil in it to Alice. She can do whatever she wants with it – she may throw it away, burn it, rip it apart – anything. But you will never come back to this apartment.
You may also never get to your own flat if you continue sitting on a bench in the middle of the street and keep crying. Your phone’s going to die soon, and you certainly won’t be able to carry the bag with all of the stuff on your own. You can’t call your sister or Janet; your mum and dad aren’t the best option either. So you decide to call Billy.
“Oi, Y/N”, he responds in a cheerful voice; you’re feeling guilty for bothering your best friend with your troubles. “What you’re doing?”
You are being silent for, at least, thirty seconds. Billy’s silent too.
“Are you alright?” he asks softly.
“Come pick me up”, you whisper. “Please”, you add it almost silently.
“Where are you?”
You tell him the name of the street and he promises to come as soon as possible before hanging up. You feel ashamed of yourself; Billy is the last person you want to drag into your mess of a life. But he is your best friend. You have been best friends since you were toddlers; and he has been your last hope.
Your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen to see the text from Janet. “Ready for tonight? xx”
Covering your eyes with one hand, you let out a fatigued sigh. You completely forgot about the party you were supposed to attend. “Sorry, Jan. I feel like shit. Can’t get up. I don’t think I will make it to the party”.
Your phone dies the second Janet sends another message; you sigh and put it away. You hope Billy will find you easily.
And he does.
His car stops right in front of you; Billy storms out of it and runs to you immediately.
“Jesus, Y/N, what happened?” he sits down on the bench near you. Your sight becomes blurry again; you clench your fists tightly making your nails dig into the soft skin of your palms – you do it to stop yourself from crying. It helps a bit.
Billy looks at you with concern in his eyes, but you don’t want to explain anything to him. He met Gwilym only once and it was just a brief acquaintance between your best friend and the man of your dreams. Billy once hinted that he didn’t quite like Gwil; but you didn’t pay attention. It wasn’t important to you when, for a scarcely perceptible moment, Prince Charming was yours.
But it is important to you now. You don’t want to tell Billy about what happened; you feel like his antipathy towards Gwilym will turn into pure hate.
“Nothing”, you stay quiet for a moment. “Just had a mental breakdown”. You weren’t lying to him, though. You just don’t tell him the reason for this breakdown.
“I’m sorry, Y/N”.
“Just take me home. Please”.
Billy nods and takes the bag from the ground. “What you need this heavy bag for?”
“Went to the laundromat”.
Billy furrows his brows; he can tell you are lying. But he doesn’t say anything and just silently follows you to the car.
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When you finally get to your flat, you both are greeted with your cat’s loud meowing.
“Hey, April”, Billy takes the cat into his arms and pets it gently; April purrs in pleasure, making Billy smile. The other day you would be giggling at it, but today was certainly different. You sit down on couch and tilt your head back, looking at the ceiling. Your eyes are dry now; it seems as if you don’t even feel anything. You only have the endless void inside of you.
“Y/N”, Billy’s voice is distant. “Do you need to talk about it?”
It? That’s how your relationship can be described?
Yes, that’s exactly how anyone should describe your fucked up relationship with Gwil – by using this simple pronoun. It. Just it. Just nothing.
You shake your head. “No”.
“You need to be alone, yuh?”
Billy always understands you without words. He always knows what you need. Loneliness is something you desire to have now.
“Yeah”.
He nods. “I’ll go then. Call me if you need anything”.
“Thanks”, you whisper, looking at him. Billy smiles softly; quietly closing the front door, he leaves your flat in mere seconds. And here you are – in your small flat, alone with your cat. Again.
April jumps on the couch, purring loudly; you scratch her behind her ear.
One single tear falls down from your eye right on April’s head; the cat’s taken aback by it, as she can’t understand what has just happened to her. The lost look in her hazel eyes is so funny, that you can’t but let out a laugh through your tears.
“You silly girl”, you sniffle. “Come here”, you take April in your hands; she’s usually everything but tender; but today she feels that you need her support. You lay down on the couch with April on your chest; she purrs and fawns while you’re petting her.
Five minutes April lies in your feet, and you curl up on your small, old couch and fall asleep immediately.
You have dreams this sunny afternoon. You’re dreaming about Gwil; as you always do.
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                                                 May.
“Feeling good?”
You opened your eyes slowly and saw Gwil standing in front of the bathtub with a soft smile on his face. You grinned back at him. He looked so good in that black suit; his shirt was half unbuttoned, and a prominent bulge in his pants was also drawing your attention to it.
“Yeah”.
He leaned in closer and kissed you on the forehead. “And looking good too. Bet it’s the best bubble bath you’ve ever had”.
You rolled your eyes at his words; you knew where this was going. Not that you had something against it; you just hated his stupid jokes sometimes. “Let me guess what you’re gonna say next”, you started. “It’s the best ‘cause it’s my bath”, you mocked his voice, and he raised his eyebrows in response.
“What was that?” his blue eyes were now dark and his voice was low and raspy; you felt a tight knot forming in your lower abdomen, because Gwil was looking at you like that.
“You’ve heard me”.
You were in the mood of teasing him. You were sure he deserved it – he left for work right in the middle of your morning make out session, and you were frustrated and annoyed since then. That was the reason for having a babble bath at four in the afternoon. You needed to calm down your arousal. And when you were almost satisfied, Gwil came back home. So you had the right to torture him for some time.
He licked his lips and hummed in response; you were watching him closely and had to keep yourself from moaning when he did that.
You were looking into each other’s eyes for some time, and when you bit your lip, Gwil knew he had enough of this staring competition.
He bent down and gripped you by the waist, roughly pulling you out of the bath. You let out a squall – as you didn’t expect him to do something like that. He threw you over his shoulder, not caring that you were soaking his expensive ass jacket.
“Gwil!” you panted as he was carrying you to the bedroom. “Stop it! I’m wet!”
“Oh, I bet you are, love”, he said and smacked your ass; you shrieked, but gave in – your attempts to stop him were useless. He set up his mind to fuck you senseless for your bratty behavior.
No matter how rough he would get, Gwil still needed you to feel comfortable; that was his ultimate goal, after all. This moment was no exception – when you reached your final destination, his bedroom, Gwilym gently put you down on the bed; you didn’t even have the time to breathe when he attacked your lips.
His kiss was needy, full of desire and passion; his hands were roaming about your body, squeezing your breasts and touching you everywhere.
“Being a bad girl, huh?” he mouthed, breaking the kiss. Your heart skipped a bit; his ocean blue eyes were looking right into your soul. You could’ve let him take the heart out of your chest and crush it in his hands – you would have let him do anything so that he just kept looking at you like that. You wanted to be his one, one and only. You wanted to intertwine your fingers with his, while he was looking at you as if you were his world; just like he did now. You needed him so much, in every way possible. You wanted him to be yours. But it wasn’t possible. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply, trying to hide from Gwil your sudden urge to cry.
He pressed a kiss on your eyelid and lightly touched your cheek with his fingers. “What is it, love?”
“Nothing”. You opened your eyes and faked a smile. You drew your fingertip down over his face; it seemed as if you tried to memorize every feature, every detail of his face – ‘cause you had this terrible feeling inside of you that one day all of it would be over. You were so scared to lose him.
A single tear fell down onto the bed from the corner of your eye. You were such a fool for letting your feelings get in the way. You shouldn’t have fallen for him. That was violation of the main rule that you’ve established in your head. And you broke it almost immediately.
Gwil cupped your cheeks and looked at you worriedly. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Did anyone hurt you?”
You swallowed hard and shook your head. You hated yourself for not controlling your emotions. You should have played your part better; you must have hidden your feelings from him. He couldn’t know.
“Did I hurt you?” No matter how much you wanted to escape his gaze, you couldn’t do it; it seemed as if he tried to hypnotize you. He needed the answer.
And when he looked at you so tenderly, so caringly – you knew you had to tell him the truth. You had to tell him about your feelings, about how much thoughts about him with Alice, Zoe or someone else hurt you. You needed to burst the truth out; you wanted to confess that you were always thinking about him – everywhere and all the time. You had to tell Gwil the only thing – he indeed hurt you all the time you spend apart. One simple confession with three words – that was all that had to be done to end your misery. “I love you”.
But you never said that. Instead you kissed him on the lips softly and smiled lightly. “You could never hurt me, Gwil”.
And here you were again – back to loving him silently. You still could have told him; but you weren’t able to find the words to say it out loud. You knew that, when you told him the truth, whatever you two had would be ruined. You had a little bit of his heart – just like Alice and Zoe did. And you were sure that this little love was better than none.
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“Call Y/N”, Gwilym says to Kiara. “Tell her about it. Also tell her that I’ll call her later. Do you understand?”
Kiara nods quickly. “I do, Mr. Lee. I’ll do everything you say”.
“Good”, he walks off to the elevator and presses the button. Tonight was supposed to be special. He arranged everything for it.
But his idiots of partners just had to fuck up everything with the deal in Dublin; and now he has to leave for a week. Gwilym doesn’t know if he’s able to fix the mess they’ve made. He has been working for two years to get that contract; and it took Ryan and John a day to ruin all of his hard work.
Gwil leans back onto the wall of the elevator and sighs deeply; how he would love to come home to you now. To kiss you slowly, while gripping your waist and grabbing your hips. To take your clothes off and leave a trail of kisses from your jaw to your stomach. To feel you. That’s the only thing Gwil wants now – to be with you.
But he doesn’t even have time to call you – he’s already being late for his flight. That’s why he asked Kiara to do it; if she screws up in any way, he’ll finally be able to fire her. Gwilym desperately needs you to know about him leaving, but he also wants Kiara to mess up really bad. So bad, that there would be no excuse for her to stay in this company.
“You look terrible, Gwilym”, his boss is greeting him “nicely” as usual; it takes Gwil everything to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. God, he hates this old prick.
“I haven’t eaten since morning, Mr. Smithers”, Gwil lies; that’s not the reason for his gloomy mood. He feels that something is wrong. But he doesn’t quite know what. The only thing that is clear to him is that he has to come home now, to you. To the only thing in his life that matters.
“You’ll eat in a plane”, the man says and sits down in the car. Gwil stands in front of the open door for a moment, still hesitating to go. Now it’s more than a feeling – he has to come home. He must leave this place and take a cab, and head to you. Because he knows something’s not right.
“How long do I have to wait for you, Gwilym?” Mr. Smithers voice makes Gwil clench his fists and roll his eyes. He can’t go home now. If he leaves, he’ll lose his job.
He hopes Kiara will call you. He hopes you’ll understand. He knows you’ll do. You always do.
When Gwil heads to his hotel room in Dublin after six hours of negotiations, you wake up in your flat in London.
Your eyes are dry and you can barely see anything; so you lay on the couch for ten minutes, silently looking at the ceiling. Memories of the day cross your mind and your eyes become watery again; but you know that you can’t cry anymore. If you stay sobbing on the couch, you’ll never recover. You think you may die if you don’t get up.
So you get up – slowly and with great difficulty. You feel like your head is going to explode from the throbbing pain; so you set a goal – to take aspirin. You head to the kitchen; you take a pack of aspirin from the box near the microwave. When you pour some water in the glass, your hands shake, and you spill a bit of water from the glass. You curse under your breath; everything’s a mess today. But you still manage to take the pill; you wince while swallowing – you have a sore throat and swallowing hurts a lot.
April meows loudly, making you turn around to her. You smile weakly. “You hungry, baby?”
She purrs in response; you put some food into her bowl and April wags her tail in pleasure. You slowly make your way to the bathroom – you need to wash this day off of you. You need every memory, every tear to go away. You hope taking a shower would help you.
You take your dress on the way; in the bathroom you’re just in your underwear. When you look in the mirror, you are a bit taken aback – you’re a mess. Your mascara is smudged all over your face, eyes are red, swollen lips are trembling as you see yourself in such an awful condition. You haven’t been such a mess since you broke up with Luke. You suddenly let out a laugh. Luke, for God’s sake, how much time has passed since you were angsting over him? That pain that he caused you is nothing now, compared to what happened today. Luke is nothing; the heartbreak that was after him doesn’t mean anything now.
You take off your underwear and toss it in a basket; when the stream of hot water hits your skin, you shiver. Hot showers were usually accompanied by Gwil’s hands around your waist and his tender kisses all over your neck. You clench your jaw at the sudden feeling of crying again; you turn the cold water fully on so that the memories of Gwilym would just go away.
You sit on the floor of your shower stall; you’re shivering uncontrollably and your teeth chatter while you’re trying to warm yourself up. You wrap your arms around yourself and close your eyes; the cold water isn’t bothering you anymore – you feel numb. “Please, make it stop”, you whisper, “Get him out of my head. Please”.
You don’t know whom you are praying to. You’ve had a lot of trouble with your faith recently, but now you don’t see any other option. Maybe for once – just for fucking once – the God will hear you. Maybe he will help you. Just now. Just once. 
Fifteen minutes later you put on a robe and wrap your hair in a towel; you don’t feel fresh and nice after the shower. You still are despondent; you don’t know what to do with that.
You sit down on the couch; maybe if you rip your heart out of your chest – maybe then it won’t hurt. You should have agreed to go that party with Janet. Maybe it’d have made you feel better.
“That’s a lot of “maybes”, you sigh.
You decide to check your voicemail; you remember that you sister was supposed to call you today. You turn the answering machine on. You have two missed calls. You press the button lightly.
“Y/N, hey. This is James. Look. Next week I’ll be in a London, so I was wondering, if… Y/N, would you like to grab a drink? We haven’t talked properly at your mum’s birthday, and I would really love to catch up with you. You know my number. Call me back”.
You rub your face; you have no desire to see James. He broke your heart, too. You are tired of men who play with your feelings.
You erase his message and press the button to listen to the second one.
“Miss Y/L/N, this is Damian Langford. I’m calling to inform you that your amount of work is doubled due to you taking a day off today. Please, do not forget about that”.
You roll your eyes. The fucking boss of yours never misses the opportunity to give you extra work; like you don’t feel like a shit already.
The inbox of your voicemail is empty; and here – again – comes the silence. It is so loud that you think it’ll make your eardrums bleed. You’ll go crazy tonight, for sure. You’ll go crazy in this emptiness and sadness.
And then your phone rings suddenly.
You hope it’s Gwil; you don’t know why, but you have this hopeless wish inside of you. Please, God. Let it be him. “Hello?”
“Y/N, for God’s sake!” you almost scream from desperation, when you hear your mother’s voice on the other side of the line. “I’ve been calling you for the past ten minutes!”
“Mum, what happened?”
“Becca’s water broke!” she shouted. “We’re in the hospital, and she has”, you hear your sister screeching like the police’s siren, “terrible contractions. She needs you here, sweetheart”.
“I’m on my way, mum”.
After learning at what hospital they are in, you quickly change into jeans and tee-shirt, not even bothering to wear a bra. You leave your apartment in mere seconds, your wet hair dripping your grey tee-shirt. You don’t care. Your sister needs you more than anybody.
When you storm into the hospital, you see your dad and your sister’s husband. For the first time during this day you’re not thinking about Gwilym; and that is exactly what you want.
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Love is Hate and there no other way
(Anti Harringroves pls do not intereact with thid fanfiction your welcome to talk about anything else but this fic yes dont worry about the title i just do dEeP 💩 )
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Tw: for abuse and panic attacks i apologize deeply i dont know how to do the read more thing im so sorry
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(Why get therapy when u can get bad coping methods 😎)
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Billy's eyes were blue kind of like his mother's blue but not really sure he had the paleness blue of his mothers but her eyes were just different he took a lot after his mother, the same not same eyes and bright blonde curls that seemed to grow a foot a month.
He figured that why Neil hated him so much Neil and his mom relationship was weird, in a way not just the whole abuse thing but that Billy could never really tell who was the victim and who was the aggressor.
Sure sometimes it was obvious when Neil was towering over his mother as she stood on the floor tired and hurt but then there were times when both were yelling at each other and trading insults, or his mom eyes pale and blue filled with rage would hit a plate against Neil, clawing at him and screaming truth be told at first it was amusing but he found himself laughing less and more just watching the scene unfold.
“My little Isla...Don’t cry everything is fine...let me tell you an old story of mine...about the necklace” then she would start weaving tales endlessly he would laugh and she would smile she was always a great storyteller she always wanted to be an actor it was kind of ironic how she was acting all the time … acting like everything fine “Is my bunny happy” he would not and hug her and everything would be fine but it wasn’t and maybe it would never be.
Like how if he had just been able to keep his mouth shut about the new boy at school. Who played with Billy the only child to not shun him, and who drew him a picture and how cute he looked and how he was going to marry him one day his dad anger wouldn’t have increased tenfold forever. His mom wouldn’t have left angry at Neil unacceptable of him but then if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have had his mother there to kiss his bruise stinging from Neil fist and the tears from the word faggot he didnt know what it meant but he knew it wasnt good, but she was there she was awalys there to tell him there was “nothing wrong with loving a boy that love is just loving and wherever and whoever you find it with loves you back and that the only thing that matters Isla”
He missed being a child but was he ever a child he was grown up before he knew it. He forced himself to stop thinking about everything focus on something else,...your eyes he had just noticed that his eyes well they were always blue but their not really blue if that made sense they sort of changed blues but to his drunk mind taking dangerous trips fueled by chugged countless cheap beers at Tommy H. Party it didn’t matter.
If he was drunk or sober one thing that stayed the same was he fucking hated this day...hated how his mother had left him and how she loved him she awalys used to say how much she loved him while hugging him gently like it would make Neils slaps , his red cheeks and tears disappear, as if her overwhelming love bundled with hugs and kisses would make up for it, but all it did was make Billy confused if she could love him so easily why couldnt his dad and then she came back.
Like as if she couldn't bother leaving him alone without the emotional damage of coming back she had only done it a few days at a time after years of hiding away with the words or letters getting fewer but then she had ghosted him a year later but he still remembered that day.
He remembered being thirteen his favourite toy bunny the one his mother had when she was a child and the one he spelt with to protect him from the monsters under the bed when she couldn’t sleep with him that beautiful bunny disposed and ripped to shreds it white fur blood-splattered and it head gone all because “he was too old for them” sitting on the floor of his bedroom just praying every night for his mom to come back and take him with her, and trying to lock himself in and saying his prayer faster as if to make her appear right there and then...and she did eventually on the eve of his fourteenth birthday there she was in the flesh, sneaking through the tiny window and grabbing Billy.
She shushed his protest and laughed at him but she was happy so he was happy and very confused But isn't that the life of a child, to be one without power or choice, always going with the change in the wind and praying for a safe harbor? .Wasn't that always his life going with the wind and following the “adults” he was sure they never grew up his mom was still a believer in hope even in despair while that was surely a good thing for her. it wasn't for Billy nothing was ever good for him. He was a ping pong to his parents, a useless fix it child.
They demanded him to pick a side many times even when there was no fight to be won it was a never-ending war to win his love they bad-mouthed each other constantly but he just stood there trying not to intervene in their war of hate, but he had too sometimes when he didn't want to or else he would be the target they desired to know who he loved more, but in truth there is no such distinction. They asked and should the “right” answer not arrive there is anger, swift and brutal in the form of his mom shunning him and his dad hitting him.
So even when his mom came it wasn't for him but just to win another point to piss off Neil, but he was used to the bribes. it wasn't too bad though he could get used to the perks he decided he would make the best of it as his mom carried him on her slim shoulders, he would admire the stars from above to him she stood like a giant.
Or maybe that the way he envisioned her he couldn't help exaggerate her tiny height even when he was boarding on it. he held on close afraid she disappear again just to let him calm his nerves she let him touch her hair curly, long and blonde a shining clone of his and play with her necklace. She had told him the story about how her grandmother had made the necklace from the last of their metal as a birthday gift many times usually with Neil letting a murmur of disapproval fall from his lips but this time it felt different maybe even magical. As they were walking along the boardwalk his socks light against the board, as his mom flowered him with Ice-cream galore. It was his favorite Strawberry and five scoops high he smiled happily letting the dark light shine across his face and the pools of ice cream melt onto his clothes.
They had come across an abandoned climbing place, an adventure playground of sorts, it was dark and quiet but his mom said it was okay and encouraged him to climb the fence.
She had done it too her heels landing against the sand she had laughed so he did, running up against the wooden structure which reeked of paint but she was giddy like a child taking him everywhere. At some point they ran onto the cold wet damp grass in the rain barefoot, her colorful dresses always finding a way to light up in the darkest nights, the light green still stood out even amongst the grass and as they laid there. His mom rubbing his hair and pointing at all the stars and telling him about it like a well of infinite knowledge.
“You see William that star right there” he had nodded hesitantly she rarely called him William, only when she wanted his attention, she usually called him Isla or Bunny and while he protested those pet names as long as he had been living she had just laughed and just pulled him closer he never thought he miss those names so fucking much. before you get the wrong idea she wasn’t dead but it was like that she was a ghost now refusing to acknowledge Billy but this time there were no secret trips to wherever, maybe Billy just outgrew them or his mom outgrew him he wasn't sure which possibility was worse.
As his bruised muscles cracking with pain,up against his hard mattress nothing like a beating and shitty necessities not like Neil gave a damn to his comfort after all, he give him a semi comfortable bed because “cost” but Billy knew that was bullshit.
Neil would do anything to see Billy suffer it was practically his favourite hobby when he wasn’t gutting the insides of fish but it was practically the same Neil would rail in the fish with bait or in Billy cases kind words and flashy gifts. Then he would wait a bit till the fish took the bait like Billy would let his guard down a tiny bit.Then go in for the kill using his fishing pole and fist to kill the fish slowly and painfully like he would to Billy and he knew for a fact that not only were these mattress so stiff and hard. They cost way more for whatever reason rich people like hard mattresses. but it could be worse his dad could have not given him a room at all yeah it could be worse it was something Billy always thought about him finally getting away from Neil not by his own choice but by cps he tried it before but Neil was so charming and Billy wasn’t ten and a half anymore, his mom wasn't there to challenge Neil and to protect him.
He couldn't risk a visit now so it would never happen not by any fault of his own at least he knew Neil could predict most of his movements.
He heard the horror stories he wasn’t going to subject himself to any more shit and while his dad was shit he was still legally required to provide for him otherwise how else would he use that line in his next argument, to justify his parenting methods and to complain about how hard it was raising a useless piece of shit like Billy and to think of it his father sure loved to complain about useless shit.
But he couldn’t complain he never could without a slap against his cheeks or his dad's famous speech scientifically designed to make anyone who hears it feel like shit which Billy already was, but hey the speech is such a great deal for shitty dads everywhere who wouldn’t love to mentally toture their child when their fist became too bruised to hit them.
And in all honesty Billy loathed that speech more than he loathed himself, more than he loathed his dads fist, more than he loathed girls how he hated to fuck them and go out with them and even more than he loathed Harrington.
Stupidly perfect Harrington who made Billy heart skip and leap, who made Billy blush at an insult who made Billy nervous and not just out of fear, he made Billy scared way too scared.
He could not be with Harrington even if he wasn't straight which he couldn't be because almost all the gays in California used Farrah Fawcett Hairspray it how they found each other.
Not like Billy ever went as far like that even then he was too much of a coward, his pale blue eyes glanced at the alarm finally calm for once because this was his favourite part of the day, when he could just lay in bed and glanced up at the ugly peach ceiling letting his thoughts flowed like a river stream quiet yet loud.
He pulled the wool cover closer shivering in his empty room another form of sadstic toture if Neil wasn’t beating the shit out of him he was fucking up Billys air and heat supply. He never knew when he would be hot or cold plus it was just another way for Neil to keep him on his fucking toes.
Like he didnt do that every single fucking day, with Neil mood deciding if Billy could only get away with a slap and a walk outside in the snow and how he hated the cold, he wasnt used to it . Ofcourse, he was a California Baby he could stand hot weather but not cold especially when he only had one blanket to protect himself. Because everything belonged to Neil if he pissed Neil off too much his belongings would be gone because they were never his , Neil spiteful face popped up and he imagined another cruel smile as he “grounded” Billy.
“You need to learn a lesson about Respect and Responsibility” he saw his dad, felt him “punishing” Billy, he felt his tears and struggled to get out of this hellish nightmare, his breath heavy, breathe breathe don't be such a pussy his panic attack was stopped by a knock on his door he opened the door angrily.
“What the fuck do you want M-..” his father stared at him stone cold and hard like he awalys was calculating watching Billy squirm.
“Is this how you talk to your sister” he grabbed Billy chin and squeezed it tight.
“No sir” Billy tried to make himself shorter, trying to disappear into the wall but it never worked, no matter how he wished it did but his father was in a good mood suprisngly so he let Billy off with a slap and a spilt lip, and Billy could thank him right then and there for not beating the shit out of him for being so rude and disrespectful, but the stare of disappointment and the glare was more painful than the backhand.
Billy forced himself to go downstairs dreading every step to eat with his “family” as far as Billy was conserend his mom was his only family but all his stubbornness did was put Neil in a bad mood.
“You’re Mother is gone Billy suck it up” he would say chewing his steak and despite Billy hating eating breakfast with Susan and Neil , being under his dad microscope was irritating and annoying but he knew if he didn't eat all his food, thank Susan, and be quiet and not exist then there wouldn’t be any food to digest, because Neil had done it before It was either eat everything Susan made no matter how much it taste like horseshit or not eat at all or even worse eat the way Neil wanted him too and while Billy personally thought both options were cruel and unusual toture and neither qualified as the best option but he still needed food to survive so he ate it all.
Every last spoonful in fear for Neil trailing eyes on him, his back arching aganist the chair, eating softly and trying not to throw up watching Max shoveling burned eggs and bacon into her mouth, his mom food was way better.
He glared at Susan subtly as he thanked her how he wanted to go off on her but he wasn't in the mood to skip school today and be bruised. so instead he took his anger out on Max he yelled at her to get up, which resulted in her eating her scrambled eggs slower then finally getting up and taking forever to get ready, grabbed Max by the elbow when she wasn't moving fast enough. he hated running into Neil in the morning who was less of a morning person than Billy and he grabbed her hard enough to bruise but not enough to get shit from Neil.
He ignored her screaming at him to the point where she was being a cocky little shit, and had the nerve to put her disgusting mud covered red shoes on his dashboard, with a little grin that stupid brat and when he told her to knock it off she flipped him off. so he drove like a manic letting his hands off the steering and speeding up just to see the fear in her eyes and dropped her off to the stares of the middle schoolers.
He drove back even faster it was the only way plus he couldn't miss getting ready for his favorite class of the day aka Bothering Steve for 40 minutes, he stood against his Camero letting cigarette smoke fill the air, then he went inside shoving a couple of kids who dared to look at Billy in anyway no one was that stupid to do it on purpose but still he had to install fear or he would be scared.
He wasn't always mean he used to be kind but kindness never got him anything but a broken heart and fag screamed at his face by older boys, a shove to the ground and the laughter of his classmates it never gave him anything but humiliation.
So He hid behind a charming carefree smile and reinvented himself, learning to keep his feelings inside to stop thinking about boys that way. The hurt lodged in that sweet heart like a slow acting poison and before long he became a “problem child,” destined for a life behind bars. He hated his “parents,” hated the system, hated the government and the whole damn world he had to or he would hate himself.
The hate It burst forth in his speech, his actions, his attitude. He got close to people just to hurt them, power at last. Nothing pleased him more than to walk away from a new lover ripping their valentines while they whimpered and ran, To shove a kid down and make him cry to spit the word fag in the kids fave.. To Billy people were “bad, dangerous, and they deserved what they got." Because he deserved what he had gotten.
Steve loathed first period, not only because it's English Class but Billy who made it his personal goal to harass Steve anytime he could which meant every class they shared together. Because Billy obviously didn't think his crude and sexual teasing,his fists and trips down the hallway was enough time to toture Harrington and fortunately for Steve.
There were only four classes but that meant Billy had to make an impression so Steve sighed as Billy came in late what a surprise , came up to him, knocking his books down against the floor, Mrs.Ava looked like she was going to say something but the look Billy gave her shut her up Steve reisted a snort great everyone was intimidated by Billy.
As the minutes of the lesson passed, the ceaseless buzzing of the classroom grew quieter watching them it was no secret that Billy and Steve weren’t pals but a look of shock always seemed to come on their face watching their interactions a quiet glance from Billy made the chatter started up again and they pretended to be talking about something else and looked away.
“Hey Prettyboy” Billy licked his lips at him, slamming into the seat next to Steve, Billy smiled at him.
Steve rolled his eyes trailing the pencil in between his fingers, he was way too tired to deal with Billy “Don't you have someone else to bother” .
Billy pouted giving him a small smirk he even makes puppy eyes look evil Steve sighed.
“But you’re my favourite Stevie” Steve kicked Billy from under the table.
“Fuck off” Billy just laughed and reisted the urge to whimper why was he being so weak it was just a little cut there Billy felt himself ponder looking at Steve who was trying very hard not to look at Billy and to focus on the lesson which Billy should be doing to, but Steve and his perfect lips and how much Billy wanted to kiss them, his soft hair i wonder what it would feel like oh how he wanted to kiss Steve, shove him against a wall, fuck him and punch him all at the same time why do you have to be so damn amazing Harrington.
“Ouch you really hurt my feelings Harrington..I think i just shed a tear” Billy smiled oh how he loved first period plus steve was so cute when he was annoyed FAG his mind screamed he reisted the urge to punch himself, Steve gave Billy a small smirk.
“Bullshit you dont have feelings” Billy chuckled slowly unbutoing his top not like it was open anyways but cmon if he didnt give the cows here a show people might think he a fag which he is , he winked to Steve.
“You’re right about that Pretty Boy” Steve glared and turned towards the window suddenly interested in the blue sky and clouds that dotted the sky. The bell rang finally freedom Steve thought he was one comment away from shoving his pencil up Billy ass.
why does he have to be such an asshole even worse a cute one and yeah it was pretty cliche of him to have a crush on his bully. but like can you blame him Billy was hot and straight his mind screamed at him it was too risky plus he didnt think he could handle Billy disgust more than his fists but Billy was so hot and an asshole but hes a hot one.
Steve groaned in frustration stupid horny brain but this felt weird and different he didnt like boys right i mean, and if he was gay which he wasn’t wasnt he liked nancy for a long time goodness sake then couldn’t he atleast have a crush on a boy who isnt an asshole, but what was he, after all if you weren’t straight then you were gay but he liked both he couldn’t possibly be gay and straight at the same time, there had to be a word and Steve had to investigate it for his sake so on he went after Mrs. Ava class to the library.
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Steve ducked from Nancy and Jonathan he felt bad about missing lunch but if they even knew where he was going they would ask questions he wasn't ready to answer yet when he saw them leave he sprinted towards his car driving to the town library which was well not im Hawkins but the next town over he couldn’t bare to see anyone he knew. He opened the doors to the library entering he was hit with a cloud of dust, and started to look around.
Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing outward, colour coded with dots, fiction section arranged in alphabetical order, young adults section, comfortable chairs, tables for quiet study, muffled stillness.
He took a breath walking up to the resident sub librarian Mrs. Mervil the hawk who stood about 5’4 her lip always tight and pressed as if she was simply always waiting for disappointment as if she never bothered to smile, her eyebrows and eyes were thin and like her whole self her clothes reflected that always dread and uncolorful, so professional and tight. It made Steve parents outfits look casual and who despite Steve best try hated him for whatever reason, maybe it was the blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes those combinations always seemed to despise Steve or just everyone but mostly Steve.
He gave her a false smile “Hi Mrs.Mervil” she turned towards him. her eyes cold and bored she took off her silver rimmed glasses for a young woman she sure acted old she put down whatever book she was reading he examined it, she slammed it before he could see the title but it was a space book for sure.
“What is it Steven” he sighed and gave her a smile he hoped his face wasn't giving away anything.
“Mr.Harrington if you’re just going to stand there and go dont waste my time” he bit his lip and shoved his hands deeper in his cardigan. He couldn’t do this she already hated him she could tell everyone, or even worse whatever worse was. But he needed to know this more than he needed to breathe, he could wait but he wasn't willing to wait.
“I need to find a book...to tell me about my sexuality” at that her face and demeanor softened a bit like she was remancissing she gave him a small smile and lead him towards the shelf her heels dragging along the whole way.
“Alright come along Steven I don't have all day” he sighed in relief and walked up with her, he tried to make conversation as she rustled through the books.
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A Series of Vignettes- Lucky
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
A Series of Vignettes Summary: It’s not easy, yours and Bucky’s relationship, but no one ever said it would be. These vignettes follow the big and small moments in Bucky and the reader’s relationship, focusing on the events that shape it. Big and small, sweet or angsty (mostly angsty), these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but haven’t been written in any particular order. 
A Night in Brooklyn | Beautiful World | Johannesburg | Dogs |  Late Night | Dark Winter  Dark Winter II  Dark Winter III | Close | Home |
Chapter Summary: A night at a gala gone wrong Warnings: Description of sexual assault (don’t worry, bucky saves the day)
Okay guys, this is my third and final attempt at posting this. I kept posting the wrong draft (i always have like 15) but this is the right one and it’s staying up. Again, i’m sorry if i’ve tagged you 1000 times already. like really sorry. ily. pls dont hate me
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Bucky hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you all night.
Steve and Sam are really trying not to pay it any mind, the way his eyes follow the girl in the green dress, but when he’s so distracted that he runs into a waiter, sending champagne flutes flying to the ground, Sam has to say something.
“Well, you’ve got her attention now.” Sam interrupts Bucky, who is profusely apologizing to the cater waiter. He glances your way.
The commotion has you looking in his direction, a small smile on your face. You send him a little wave. His cheeks are burning red, but he smiles back in your direction.
“What’s gotten into you?” Steve laughs, pulling Bucky away from the mess.
Bucky looks back to you momentarily before throwing Steve an exasperated look, “I’m just- I don’t-”
Sam laughs, full of mirth, “Y/n looks really pretty in that dress.”
Bucky shoots him glare- even though he can’t help but agree. He’d been noticing that you look good in just about everything these days.
But that dress. Bucky had nearly groaned out loud when he first laid eyes on you tonight. Olive green and tight and maybe just a little too short for the fancy event. Not that he was complaining.
“I know.” Bucky responds, “Fuck you.” He retreats to their table, where he intends on staying until it’s finally appropriate to leave.
Sam gives another boisterous laugh before following behind him, Steve in tow.
“Did you know she was going to be here?” Steve asks, trying to catch up with Bucky.
“Is that why you conditioned your hair?” Sam doesn’t skip a beat.
“Leave me alone.” He shoots back at the two men following him.
Sam and Steve both laugh, but quit teasing Bucky. They all sit down at their table. Bucky sighs and looks around. To him, Tony’s parties were insufferable. Much too decadent and over the top. Normally, Bucky didn’t bother with them. But this one was for a good cause.
You and Bucky had been seeing much more of each other, you had developed a sort of routine, he supposed, ever since that first morning you went to the record store together.
Every Sunday he would meet you at the Lorimer stop in Williamsburg, two coffees in hand. Then you would take him to parks, museums, lunch. Sometimes you would take the stairs way up to the roof of his apartment building and listen to the sounds of the city.
Bucky thinks he would do anything with you.
The event was a fundraiser for Stark Impact, the program that you managed. And, for some reason, it was important to you that he was there.
So when, this past Sunday, while he was sitting across from you at your favorite café in the village, you brought up the event he barely let you get the sentence out before he was nodding enthusiastically, that of course he’ll be there.
Now, you look at him sitting next to Sam and Steve, brooding quietly. You’ve barely been able to see him all night, the event turning out to be much more work than you had anticipated. Talking with donors wasn’t your favorite, but these people gave so much money to your program. You really didn’t have a choice.
You want to make your way over to him, put a smile on his face somehow, but a major donor has just come back with another drink for you.
You suppress an eye roll, “Thank you, Mr. Paulson.”
“Please call me Jon, Y/n. I’m not that much older than you.” The man grins.
You had been referring to him as his surname as a professional courtesy, but you don’t correct him.
“Of course, Jon.” You smile and try to change the subject to the vaccination program you would be implementing with your team in Sudan, but he interruptus you.
“Why don’t you let me take you out sometime?” He asks, leaning close, placing a hand on the wall behind you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath and try to step away, but you’re trapped between the wall and his body.
“Oh. Um. That’s really nice, Jon, but no thank you.” You give him a tight lipped smile and try to step away again. He places a hand on your waist. You nearly jolt at his unwelcome touch, but manage to keep yourself under control.
He’s somehow coerced you to standing in a dimly lit corner
“C’mon, it’ll be a good time.” He says suggestively.
You breathe out through your nose and force yourself to smile at him as his hand drifts lower.
“I’m really not interested, Jon. I’m sorry.” Your voice shakes. You feel panic rising in your chest, unsure what to do.
He was a major donor, pledging nearly $500,000 a year to Stark Impact, most of it going directly to your program. If you said something, would he be offended? He was clearly drunk, would he cause a scene?
“Let me show you how much fun we would have. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you in that dress?”  He breathes, arm around you possessively, hand that’s not pressed against the wall gripping your ass.
You look around, trying to see if anyone has noticed the unwelcome advances of the man in front of you, but no one seems to be paying much attention.
And what did it really matter? He was a powerful man and you were a girl in a short dress. Who would care anyway?
“Please stop.” You try to push him away, but his grip is too strong. It’s suddenly way too hot in the room. You feel so violated and shameful and out of control.
“Shhh, Y/n. I know you want to.” He whispers and drags his lips down your jaw. His hand migrates up from your backside to paw at your breast.
Tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Your heart is beating out of control. You don’t know if you want to call out for help or just disappear. You can’t help but wonder what you did to make him think that this was okay. Were you too friendly? Did he mistake your politeness for flirting?
You’re startled by Jon’s weight being pulled from you. You look up to find Bucky shoving Mr. Paulson away so he can stand in front of you.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asks softly.
You don’t have time to move or respond before Jon is grabbing Bucky by the shoulder and saying “Hey, man, we were talking.”
Bucky’s trying to keep himself composed for your sake, really, “Keep your hands off her.” He seethes.
“Please. She liked it.” Jon scoffs.
It’s Bucky’s last straw.
He knocks the other man’s hand off his shoulder before grabbing him by the throat with his Vibranium hand and slamming him against the wall. The sound his head makes when it hits the drywall sounds painful.
The way Mr. Paulson’s eyes widen in fear when he realized it’s the former Winter Solider in front of him is almost comical.
“I swear to God, if you ever touch her again, if you ever even look at her again…” Bucky starts, leaning closer to the man to place his threat. You don’t hear the rest, but the look on the other man’s face tells you enough.
Bucky doesn’t let Mr. Paulson respond. He simply drops his hand and turns to you before wrapping an arm around your middle and guiding you out of one of the exit doors.
You find yourself on an empty balcony, summer air soothing your nerves a little. Bucky drops his arm and turns to face you.
“Are you okay?” Bucky stares down at you, worried.
You wrap your arms around your body, voice small, “I didn’t want him to touch me. I tried to tell him to stop.”
You look so small in front of Bucky right now. So unsure of yourself. He’s never seen you like this.
And Bucky knows who caused that look on your face. Know he’s just through the doors. His fist clenched almost automatically. With a shake of his head he turns back towards the large ballroom where the event is being held.
You reach out and clutch his arm, “Please don’t.” You beg, “Don’t leave me out here alone.”
Bucky sighs and casts a longing glance at the door. He really wanted to break that guy’s nose. But he can’t leave you, not when you asked him like that.
Not that you were making him soft though. Definitely not.
“Okay. It’s okay.” He pulls you into a hug, “I’ve got you.”
His arms around you are exactly what you need in the moment. You melt into him, body sagging into his. With your high heels on, you can hide your face in his neck. You let out a shaky breath.
You don’t know how long you stay like that, wrapped up in his arms.
You do know he smells good, musk and spice and something inherently him. You know your heart is beating fast and you can’t tell if it’s from Bucky’s proximity or the lingering anxiety of the past moments. You know he’s whispering comforting words in your ear and gently running his fingers up and down your back.
It’s almost too much.
“No one’s going to hurt you.” He promises.
“My protector.” You murmur in his ear. You lips brush his neck and he hopes you don’t notice the chill that runs down his spine.
The balcony door opening startles both of you. You hear Tony’s voice before you see him.
“Everything okay out here? Steve said…” He trails off when he sees the two of you.
Bucky stiffens and jerks away from you, not willing to endure Stark’s teasing.
You do the last thing he expects. You reach out for him, not ready or willing to lose the comfort of him holding you. Your hands grasp at whatever they can.
It takes everything in Bucky not to visibly flinch when your hands wrap around his forearm- the Vibranium one- over the sleeve of his suit jacket.  
You sidle up to him, pressing your body against his side, under his arm.
Bucky’s just amazed that you don’t look disgusted by the feel of the prosthetic holding you. He hated the arm so much he just figured everyone else must too.
Tony suppresses a smile at the scene in front of him, “What happened?”
You drop your head and stare at your shoes- Tony finding out about any of what happened was quite possibly the last thing you wanted to happen.
Bucky doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s telling Tony everything he saw.
“He told her she wanted it because of her dress.” Bucky finishes, seeing red all over again.
Tony’s furious, but he tries his hardest not to show it. “I’ll handle it.” He says before turning towards Happy Hogan, who you hadn’t even realized was there.
“Tony!” You call after him, “You don’t have to make a big deal out of this.”  
He ignored you, “Happy, you can escort Mr. Paulson to the exit, and let him know we’ll be wiring back his pledge for this year.”
You reach out to grab Tony’s wrist, pulling away from Bucky, “That’s so much money. It’s really fine. Please don’t-”
“Y/n,” Tony sighs, “Stop.” His expression is unreadable, but his tone is harsh.
You take a step back drop your gaze to your shoes again, tears springing to your eyes, “I’m really sorry.” You say, feeling totally overwhelmed by the whole situation, “I shouldn’t have worn this stupid dress. I-”
Tony’s eyes and voice soften with one look at you, “Stop it, Y/n. This is not your fault. I’m not mad at you.” His hand finds your shoulder, “That type of behavior is not tolerated by Stark Industries in any way. Your clothes are not the problem. He is, okay?”
You nod.
“You could have showed up in a bikini, and it would have still been not okay for him to touch you like that, understood?” Tony emphasizes.
“Yeah.” You nod again.
“You look wonderful tonight,” is the last thing Tony says before the starts to make his way back inside. He pauses for a second when he passes Bucky, “You should have punched him.”
Bucky lets out a terse laugh, but says nothing else
Tony glances between the two of you again before disappearing back to the party.
Neither you nor Bucky know what to do next.
“You do.” Bucky says quietly.
You look at him questioningly.
“Look wonderful.” He rasps, clears his throat. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/n.”
You look down at your dress, crossing your arms over your body, feeling entirely too exposed, “Bucky, I- I don’t- I just want…”
Bucky realized he said the wrong thing and shrugs out of his suit jacket and helps you into it, somehow able to read your mind.
“Thank you,” You whisper, wrapping the jacket around your body.
You stand quietly next you each other for a while, arms brushing, looking out at the city.
“I’ve never seen you like that.” You’re not sure why you say the words.
“Hmm?” He hums, looking down at you inquisitively.
“When you pulled him off of me. I’ve never seen you look so scary.” You finally tear your eyes away from the skyline to meet his, not realizing how close he was. His eyes bore into yours.
“Did I scare you?” He wonders, fidgeting.
“You couldn’t scare me, Bucky Barnes.”  You smile softly.
“Well.” He says, shrugging his shoulders, lopsided grin adorning his face.
“What?” You actually giggle, unable to stop yourself from flirting with him.
“You’re my best girl.” He says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
You turn back towards the skyline and so does he, smiles on both of your faces. You lean your head on his shoulder easily.
The two of you stay out there much longer that you should. Bucky likes the way you look in his jacket much more than he should. It makes him feel like it’s 1940 again, makes him want to ask you to go steady. The thought brings a smile to his face.
“What?” You nudge his shoulder. He raises an eyebrow in question, “You have this goofy look on your face.”
“It’s just my face, Y/n. Are you saying my face is goofy?” He teases you lightly.
You laugh, hand falling on his bicep, “I would never, James.” You say, full of false indignance.  
Bucky’s heart flutters at your use of his full name, like it always does.
“Never?” He questions.
“Your face is perfectly fine.” You say, because how do you tell him that it looks like his face was carved by gods without sounding obsessed.
“Fine, really?” There’s a glint in his eyes you don’t really recognize. You realize he’s flirting with you and you give him a sly smile.
“Adequate.” You nod.
“You’re a little shit.” He says with a grin
“You like it.” You challenge, squaring up to him and taking a step closer.
And suddenly you’re so close and your eyes are so pretty and you smell so good and for the first time in a long long time he’s thinking that he’s lucky.
I like you. The words are on the tip of his tongue.
He doesn’t say them though, just pulls you close playfully, tickling your sides. You yelp, laughing while you squirm to get away from him. There’s not point though, his strong arms cage you in, pulling you against his body as his playful assault continues.
“This isn’t fair!” You gasp, unable to stop laughing.
And Bucky’s laughing too, torturing you for a few seconds before he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.
Catching your breath, you settle into his arms, leaning into him.  
“I think the party’s over.” You murmur eventually.
“Hmm.” He hums, not loosening his grip.
“These shoes suck.” You continue, shifting in the uncomfortable heels.
“Really?” He muses, almost to himself, “I like them.” He particularly likes the way they make your legs look, but he keeps that to himself.  
“My feet are killing me.” You laugh.
Bucky doesn’t say anything, but a wicked grin forms on his face before he throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and carries you back through the nearly empty ballroom towards the elevators.
“Stop!” You yell through peals of laughter, squirming to try to get him to drop you.
“You said your feet hurt.” He’s laughing too, having no problems at all with your struggling form.
You give up after a few seconds, dropping your face against his back.
“Hey, Y/n.” You hear from across the room and look up to see Sam, Clint and Natasha laughing at your predicament. They’re each enjoying one last drink as the caterers clean up. You manage a wave before slumping against Bucky’s back again.
He carries you into the elevator, punching in a code to get him to the living quarters, before taking you to the floor he shared with Steve when he first made it back to New York. Two bedrooms on either end, with half a footballs field length between filled with a state of the art kitchen and living room.
He barely spares the space a glance at the space before turning towards his room, kicking it open with a foot and flicking the light on before depositing you on the bed.
You land with a loud laugh, trying to pull him down with you but failing.
You’re on his old bed now, the suit jacket he gave you falling open around the dress he loved so much. It’s ridden up a bit and your chest is heaving with laughter and your hair is splayed across the duvet and it’s doing things to him.
He coughs and turns away from you to subtly adjust himself.
You kick the shoes off your feet and sit up, looking around at the bare walls and minimal furniture.
“This is my old room.” He explains.
“Tony was real quick to clear your shit out when you moved, huh?” You joke.
“I didn’t have anything.” He mumbles.
“Not much for decorating?” You inquire, knowing there’s more to it, but giving him a way out.
“I didn’t even really know who I was or what I liked. I dunno. I have more now.” He’s mumbling by the end, like it’s something to be embarrassed about.
“Well,” You start with a smile, feeling that he doesn’t want to talk more about it, “Should we figure out if you like Lord of the Rings? Because this week at the bar trivia night is Lord of the Rings themed and if I don’t brush up on my knowledge my roommates will kill me.”
He gives you a shy smile, happy you changed the subject, “Let me get you something to change into.”
He rummages around for a few moments before producing an old pair of sweatpants and a t shirt, “The bathroom is just through there.” He nods his head through a door in the far corner of his room.
You retreat to the bathroom, changing quickly before returning to his room to find it empty, his suit folded nicely on the foot of his bed. You gingerly fold his jacket and place it with the other items, putting your dress down next to them as well before exiting his room to look for him.
You emerge from his room, dressed in his clothes that are way too big for you, and all Bucky can think is that you looked just as beautiful now as you did all dressed up for the gala.
He was so fucked.
He asks FRIDAY to start the movie once you settle on the couch. You settle in, reaching for the blanket on the ottoman in front of you and throwing it over both of you.
It’s not long before Frodo and his fellowship have you falling fast asleep. Exhausted and inhibitions down, you lay across the couch, gently resting your head on his lap.
“Is this okay?” You murmur softly.
Bucky responds by carding his fingers through your hair, “Of course, Y/n.”
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He wakes earlier than the sun, a habit he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to break. There’s a warm, unfamiliar weight across his lap and looks down to find you curled up on top of him still. Your willingness to be so vulnerable around him makes him feel warm inside.
A feeling that Bucky was getting used to, now that you were around.
Knowing you’re sound asleep, he takes off his shirt and detaches the prosthetic from his shoulder, leaving the little liner, the bit of Vibranium that covered the remaining limb- exposed.  The arm was as lightweight as she could manage, but it still pained him when he wore it too long.
Rubbing the spot where metal meets skin, he makes his way to the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water.
He’s lost in thought about how easily he took you in his arms last night, teased you, flirted like he was a normal man into a pretty girl. He thinks of the way you smiled at him and can’t help but feel hopeful that maybe this has become more than a friendship to you too.
He’s so lost in his daydream he doesn’t hear you approach, but rather is alerted of your presence by your phone clattering on the island. You slide into a stool, eyes still half closed.
He would think it’s cute if he weren’t about to have a full blown anxiety attack. An onslaught of self-deprecating thoughts pop to the front of his head and he can’t bring himself to even look at you.
He can’t stand the feeling of you seeing him like this, less than whole.
“What are you doing up?” He manages to choke out.
“Needed some water.” You gesture to the Brita in his hand, “Guess we had the same idea.”
He all but shoves the pitcher in your hand, trying to get out of the room as fast as he can.
“Woah woah woah,” You call after him, reaching out for him, “What’s up?”
Your face is all concern. Your eyes haven’t even flicked to where his left arm should be.
“Y/n, please.” He angles the left side of his body away from you, cheeks burning red.
And suddenly it clicks in your head that Bucky’s embarrassed to be without his prosthetic in front of you.
“I’ve seen this before, yanno.” You say softly, eyeing where the bit of Vibranium meets his arm, scars marring his shoulder. What he must have gone through makes your heart ache.
“Not like this.” He whispers, still not able to look you in the eye.
“What’s the difference?” You wonder.
He fidgets, finally looking up at you, “I felt so normal last night, Y/n. Like a normal guy with a pretty girl in New York City. I didn’t think once about HYDRA or the Avengers or SHIELD or any of that bullshit noise that’s always in my head. And now you’re seeing me like this-” He gestures to his left shoulder “- and I hate it. I fucking hate it, okay?”
“Okay.” You’re quiet, contemplative, “Why can’t this be normal?”
“Because it’s not.” He turns away to look out the kitchen window, where the sun is finally starting to rise. “It’s not. I’m not normal.”
You move to stand next to him, gazing out of the window as well. The city starts to come alive below you.
“It could be our normal.” You say so lowly that if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it.
Bucky sighs your name and pulls his gaze away from the sunrise, “Is that what you want?” He asks, feeling like there was no way you could ever want a partial man.
Your eyes meet his and you say with certainty, “Yes.”
One simple word and all the self-deprecating thoughts are pushed back to the dark recesses of his mind. It takes everything in him to keep his expression relatively neutral, because he’s sure he’d be absolutely beaming if he didn’t keep in check.
You turn so you’re fully facing him now, morning illuminating his features and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in this light. He’s so beautiful but you don’t have the words to tell him that so you settle for reaching up and tracing your fingers down his jaw. His neck. His collar bones and across to his shoulder, running your fingers over the scars.
“Please don’t.” He begs quietly, desperately.
“Okay.” You whisper. You don’t look offended or frustrated with him, eyes full of understanding.
“I’m working on it.” He promises.
“We can take our time.” You remind him.
You both turn towards the east facing windows, watching the sun slowly rise over Brooklyn and the East River. Your hands brush.
A fleeing thought from the previous night pops back to the front of his mind.
Lucky. He was definitely lucky.
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asherlockstudy · 6 years
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Pls ignore if u dont wanna discuss!I find it interesting you see link as a 'strategic thinker' when I feel like alot of ppl think the opposite(to the point of ytcomments calling him slow/an idiot/on the spectrum).Tho I think alot of his wideeyed goofiness is put on, I put part of awkward stuff said down to not considering implications before talking. Theres even an old video where he talks about how he could reveal something embarrassing at any time and it's part of his personality hes had to ow
Yeah, I know, it’s a rather unusual viewpoint but I stick sooooo hard to it! However, please note that I’m not at all confident about the way I explained my points here. What follows is: 
An unnecessarily long essay on how Link Neal’s mind works that makes me worry about myself because honestly why did I even write all this and I am not at all sure I know what I’m talking about, sorry
First of all, those who think Link is an idiot need to pay more attention. Link is probably the control freak (to avoid the term “Big Boss” that would be unfair for Rhett) behind their successful corporation and this takes something more than a slow guy. He could be close to what you can call “on the spectrum”, with his systems and OCD and all, but people with Asperger’s are usually very intelligent anyway. I think Link has these systems mostly for psychological reasons though, the routine makes him feel safer. 
Anyway, most of his silly moments are made up for laughs like you said and his ability to confuse the audience as to whether he ‘s trully that silly is technically another success on his part, although I feel he’s getting tired of this role lately. 
When Link chooses a stupid answer in a quiz or makes a foolish choice in a game, there is usually a pattern of two explanations:
He often provides a perfect reasoning and then inexpicably goes for the wrong answer / choice, which proves he’s trying to lose in order to get punished for entertaining purposes. He sometimes is in the lead and suddenly gives bonus points to Rhett or something, so there is higher probability for him to lose or, even better, both of them to get punished. On average, if it can’t be ideally both of them, Link subtly tries to be the one getting the punishment. Perhaps he considers his own reactions more dramatic (they usually are) and therefore funnier. In short, Link prefers to get in trouble as long as he provides an entertaining product. It’s a conscious decision that he hides behind silliness. On the contrary, if Rhett can avoid a punishment, he will do so because Rhett often sets as a priority to not look like an idiot.
He genuinely made a stupid choice. Thanks to his hobbies and interests, Rhett is more well-rounded and knowledgeable than Link but if you take the occurences of explanation #1 out of the equation, the ratio of the times Link is being stupid to the times Rhett is gets significantly smaller. Of couse, being less knowledgeable has nothing to do with quick / strategic thinking. 
Speaking of quick thinking, Link tends to be wittier than Rhett. Not that Rhett isn’t incredibly witty already but I think Link is as much and slightly more. 
In the rare occasion of serious discussions, there are two other possibilities:
Link usually tries to make light of every single conversation (eg in Ear Biscuits), stuck to the fact that they are supposed to be a comedic duo, which isn’t always a guaranteed success and sometimes even generates awkwardness. Rhett doesn’t do that and since he also is the one who usually provides information / knowledge, he comes off as more intelligent and mature without this being necessarily the case. 
When Link is 100% serious about something, he’s very different. His stature is different, his facial expressions are different, his eyes become more piercing, even his voice gets deeper. It’s not like Link is a psycho but there are some extremes in his personality and he is usually good at keeping each extremity for where it’s supposed to be. His childish side is ideal for GMM. In rare serious discussions with Rhett on GMMores etc, I find myself agreeing with Link most of the time and despite Rhett’s confidence that he knows Link like the back of his hand, I feel Link actually understands Rhett on an even deeper level than Rhett does. I also think he’s more self aware than Rhett and just knows both of themselves better than Rhett. On the other hand, Rhett is better at manipulating a conversation to his benefit and frequently oozes so much certainty on his argument that Link ends up in the losing side because he knows convincing Rhett otherwise is a challenge and he just gives up. For a long time I instictively thought Rhett was on the right because he gives off this impression of always being right. But when I started paying more attention, I started getting Link’s points more and more. In short, Link is a thoughtful guy ;) whenever he’s given the chance to show it (almost never, sadly). 
Now that I expanded on this which wasn’t even what you exactly wanted me to discuss originally, let’s go to your ask in particular. (I just felt I needed to explain first why I don’t consider Link slow.) 
As I already mentioned, Link has some extremities in his personality. He is impulsive and emotional which means his emotions drive his actions before his brain can stop him. When he’s angry or very excited or feels sarcastic or anything really, he will just blurt out whatever’s on his mind. But that doesn’t mean Link does not understand what he is talking about, it just means he doesn’t have a good filter on his mouth and at the moment he does not care to have one either. 
There might be a paradox about Link - although he strikes me as an extrovert, he is actually not particularly socially skilled. But social awkwardness has little to do with intelligence as a whole (there is what we call social intelligence of course) and it is more common than not for intelligent people to be socially awkward and generate many weird moments. Then again, Link is very sensitive in awkwardness or inappropriate remarks or insults when it’s someone else doing it (not necessarily to him) which makes me think that he has a perfect understanding of what he says too at all times, only he’s usually bursting too much with enthusiasm, fury, hurt, irony or love to keep his mouth shut effectively. In occasions when he feels uncomfortable, another extremity of his is severe anxiety and he feels so much pressure to improve the situation that he will try to say anything to alleviate the moment which inevitably leads to failure quite often. I think that’s what happens in his personal awkward moments. 
In GMM, in all these lovely moments when Link says something that makes us go “What on earth did he say again?”, like 85% of it, Link is perfectly super-absolutely aware of what he’s saying. Extremely aware. Like the “meat flap” to Stevie. He’s also angry in that video which explains his boldness. Or even the “Your wife can hang out with me anytime” to Rhett. I start suspecting he was even playing up a bit his shocked reaction after the Newsical kiss with Rhett. That’s how gloriously evil I consider him
The rest is because of emotions and an even looser filter since Link knows that there are no really bad implications that can occur during GMM unless, I dunno, he says something really horrible which he doesn’t really do. I mean, Rhett may say something extremely awkward more rarely but it usually can be even worse or more hurtful than whatever Link says. 
Last but not least, Link is the epitome of clumsiness. This contributes to the idea of him being foolish, although they are not really correlated, if anything, it’s just a stereotype. His brain also tends to get stuck to a certain thing which makes him  oblivious to anything else for the time being but I seriously doubt it is as much of a deal as Rhett makes it to be. Technically this is filtering of what matters to him, at least in his case.
But when Link is not a rollercoaster of emotions and feels relaxed or has already processed something and is confident about it, that’s when the strategic thinking comes up and I seriously think he’s unbeatable.  I think Rhett has a more relatable kind of intelligence and he is clever in pretty much everything more or less whereas Link can be absolutely ignorant in what he doesn’t care about but can easily rip everyone apart in any field he shows an interest in and that is beneficial for him (management, finances, marketing, humour, entertainment, acting, psychology, yes, psychology, remember Sheena who said he has amazing empathy and he is the leader? Sheena knew what she was talking about). And probably many other fields of interest I don’t know about but all these need a good strategic brain. Link channels his intelligence in certain ways, probably for efficiency, and his way of thinking is also a bit peculiar which might estrange initially but he’s veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery clever underneath this carefully constructed persona. And underneath that soft cookie there is a much more challenging man to deal with. And underneath that divine calming smile there is a hell of emotions, good mixed with bad. I think he’s a very intense person. 
I find him so fascinating that he almost scares me. There is a small chance he fascinates me so much that I straight up imagine things about him but honestly I think I may be right about at least a few of these. He’s definitely much smarter than most people think he is, let’s leave it at that XD
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159potterhead · 3 years
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(this is reply to first ask)
I mean I get it she might have a fight with her sister or not liked her. But messing with food is not right. Yes it is courage to me. I wish I could do that. You make big sister instinct sound very much like mother instinct when child is in trouble. Yeah. We don't have lockers either. I hope you never to experience these kind of thing. It's better to stay in dark.
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[This is for second one]
(don't tempt me I can do 10 pages coz this Dean Winchester hasn't been open about all these stuff)
WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS TIME??? I could really use some therapy like this. YOU GET ME!!! Im gonna cry😭😭😭😭😭😭
Why haven't I told you this before??? It feels much better now, you're a saviour. Let me hide under the dining table so I can cry some more. If you hear someone weeping just ignore it.😭😭😭
Yeah. All those people in same room coz of that lecture and that was the time when he called me to read out the list.
YES!! EXACTLY?!!!! You understand me!!! That was my reaction too! Dude, I have every reason to avoid you!!! It was really brutal and he was standing just beside me, telling me to read louder and that he can't hear me. No matter how I hard I tried my voice was not gonna be audible till back and he was like I couldn't move on to the next word until everyone heard the previous one. Now, I know how people feel when Gordon Ramsay is standing on their head and yelling at them. He is very insane. And I was also suprised to find out he kept that list. By 3rd or 4th word I was about to cry idk if he noticed break in my voice or what, I was barely managing to hold it together I didn't wanna cry in front of all those people. Then he took the paper and was like go, so I went very fast. I hate to even think about that day. (I wouldn't have told anyone this but I'm anon so no one knows me and it feels better to share)
I don't think he gets about anxiety. Also, I've to talk to him to tell him and I've never talked to him besides answering what he asks or when there's some task I have to do. I also thought that coz I didn't went for few days so he must have realised. And my friends told me that they come looking for me one day idk why. I was very much relieved after he stopped all that crazy hide and seek. Now, you get it. That's why I'm so done with guys. Seriously, I would never do this to anyone if I was a guy.
None taken. My school was all rainbows and unicorns and I wasn't expecting college to a do or die situation. What I think is over here we have very disciplined school system and in college they just leave it up to students like do whatever pleases you that's why everything is so fucked up. Professors are in their own world they don't interfere between students, there's a huge gap between us. They will only help in studies related stuff. Over here, all the colleges have that third button rule and one of my friend who's in other college her seniors give them a dress code which they are supposed to follow. They once told them to wear yellow pants on every Monday, even the guys, so that is funny I think.
(I laughed real hard at that tag😂😂😂 this is a lovely song that I heard in how I met your mother. It's called la vie en Rose)
🎶hold me close and hold fast this spell you cast this is la vie en rose. When you kiss me heaven sighs and though I close my eyes I see la vie en rose🎶
I second that. then let’s unionize and become the warriors of today, running on mother instincts🤝 yeah I hope so too, i’m sorry you did got a taste though💔
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SJDISKK I WAS HERE, WHERE WERE YOU??! i’ll always be available for some therapy talks babe, whenever you need it, hmu😚 noooo dont cryyyy😭😭😭
idk!!! but in your defense, we just met barely two months ago. althouh it feels like i’ve know you forever!! i’m glad you feel better now, my beloved<3 and nooo i’m not a saviour, I was just being a friend I suppose? yeah like i’m gonna hear you cry and just not care. i’ll be joining you with a fresh batch of warm cookies and a dvd player so we could watch lotr💖✨
LITERALLYYY!!! woah he really won’t stop, will he?? pls that gordon ramsay example-💀 oh how very noble of him to let you go, after what though!?😒😒 I don’t blame you for not wanting to recall that memory, just hearing about it sounds awful enough, I can’t imagine how it must’ve been for you. ( talking sometimes is relieving, and yeah being anon is helpful)
won’t be surprised. oooh, so he did realize the toll of his actions, huh? If only he was quicker to that realization. now I get it. seriously, I don’t blame you at all. thank god for girl, am I right?;) I don’t think anyone should do that to anyone periodt.
oh so it’s all cause they’ve given authorization to the students? wait ALL the colleges??? I thought it was only yours that has that stupid rule. a dress code? seriously?? ohhh so they’re doing it for fun? if everyone’s on board, and it’s fun for everyone, I guess that’s alright.
(😂😂👀 ooo another song from that show)
also did you see this post of mine?
🎶when you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs🎶💕
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thehalfworld · 7 years
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Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 4]
I’m on a roll.
There’s more rape in this one; it’s not really described in detail, though. There are also references to what occurred in the last chapter, and an instance of mostly consensual sexual activity (although it stops short of actual sex).
Recap: Last chapter, Tiaa’s foster parents Dave and Marie left on a trip, leaving her in the care of “Uncle Larry” (Dave’s brother), who promptly began beating and raping Tiaa. After one such incident, she ran off into the woods and encountered a strange man who claimed to be her father before blacking out.
Chapter 1
Previous chapter
AN = No flames pls, theres no point!if u dnt like my story dnt read it, its as simple as that!
I never got the whole “don’t like, don’t read” thing. How can you know if you like it if you haven’t read it?
btw atlantiana is NOT marisue be cause look she is NOT perfect and not everyone in the stiry likes her! she has problems and she has flaws and shes UNHAPPY would u like her life?i no i wouldnt, its totally tragic and horible.u flamers arent even makin sense1
Having bad things happen to your character doesn’t make her less of a Mary Sue. Loads of Sues have tragic backstories. Look at Batman.
Chapter 4 - la push
I sat quitely on the la push beech apart form the party that was going on beside me. Mike Nooton was following me round like a pulpy and he was so borin! None of the things he had to say were interesting but I was nice to him because he wasnt a bad guy.
That’s actually pretty in-character for the guy, if I remember the Twilight Saga correctly. He’s nice, but not very interesting. I think Bella even made the puppy comparison at one point.
My thoughts were elsewhere - i could'nt stop thinking about the events of last night, when uncle larry had raped me and I had had my scary vision in the forest and a tall p[ale guy in my mind had cale me his daughter. I didnt understand any of I felt so so awful that I had been rapped by that hideous pervy SICKO when I had bin saving myself for the right guy and for marriage and my virginity was torn from my grasp by that twisted guy, it was so crule and unfair, it made me want to cry
So uh… what happened after she blacked out in the woods? Was her dad gone when she woke up? Did Uncle Larry do anything else to her after she returned home? Did she return home?
"omg MIKE watt are you doing talkin to HER?" I turned round and saw four nasty faces learing at us. It was the chearleaders I had seen in the cafetearia, and one of them was the girl dateing Ewdard Cullen, the brown hare girl who was standing at the back looking moody but not saying anything
You know her name! You’ve called her by name before!
"Stop being mean Jessica" mike said angerly "tiaas' awesome and if you can't see that its just you bein blind and shallow and stupid like your all ways are"
Think this is the author calling out her flamers or what?
"yah I mean look at her clothes, she looks like a stupid goth biaach with her slutty top and short skirt and fithnet tights is she a RAT HOOKER or what?" Jessica screamed.
Man, I love this fic. “RAT HOOKER” is a great insult.
She was realy ugly when she shouted even though she was technology a hot chick and was dressed in skimpy pink clothes.
I don’t remember Jessica that well from the books, but I think she was described as short and a chatterbox. I don't think she was a cheerleader or had a particular fondness for pink. Also she was dating Mike at one point after Bella set them up with each other.
"you no what Jess, you and YOur frends are SO shallow and YOU are the real slut! you and bella and angela and laruen may were short skirts and low cut tops an stuff but that doesnt maek u beautiful! Its watt underneath that counts!" mike shouted
Wait, so are they sluts because they wear revealing clothes or because of their behavior? Because right here it seems like Mike is criticizing them based on how they dress, which is a bit weird when we remember Tiaa also wears revealing clothing (“fishnet top” ring a bell?).
"yah, speakin of witch" said a sly blond girl in the gang who was called lauren, pointing at me "watts with her breasts, they are huge, I bet they are fake!- she laughed and her friends all laughed too even bella and angela who had been quiet until then.
I don’t remember a damn thing about Lauren or Angela but I remember they both existed. One of them was definitely shy but I don’t remember which.
I got up and pushed past them and ran away into the darkness. I cold hear them all laughing at me and i felt so embarrased I was relay sensitive about the waste I looked I hated the fact that it made all girls hate me and all guys stare at me, I would have given anything to be ugly or just inviable. I wasnt stuck up and didnt think I was beta than anyone else because of how I looked I just wanted people to treat me like a normal person! I could'nt help being slim and blond with relay big boobs it wasnt my fault I hadnt done anything wrong!
Remember in chapter 1 when Tiaa talked about how she used to be self-conscious about her appearance but got over it and now doesn’t care what people say about her?
-are u ok?" said someone from beside me
If you don’t have that MCR song playing in your head right now I don’t know what’s wrong with you.
"who arr you?" i asked. 3 realy pretty goth girls were standing there smilin at me and I smiled back
Oh, of course, the Sue’s backup choir.
-we are tyffani, abigaille and rochelle" they said smiling "you seem cool, do you want to be our freinds?"
I like the idea that Tiaa could be multiple friends.
Judging from the names, these three are children of that white mom whose baby name photo went viral on the internet. The one who named her kid Lakynn or something.
"ya of course, i'm just a bit meloncolly cause those horrible chearleaders were bein mean jerks and saying my boobs were fake" i said
"omg, u mean jessica and bellas gang? They hate us too because we dont care what they think" said tyfanni "they are just jealous cause youre the prettiest girl in the school now and theyre all plain next to you but we dont care about stuff like that, we only care about peoples personalities “
“That’s why we made sure to talk about how pretty we think you are.”
"cool" I said, and we talked for hours
I talked to tyfanni, rochelle and abigail for hours and they were so cool.
How long was that again?
I'd never had proper freinds before who didnt care watt i looked like or where I came from they just liked me for me, and I liked them cause they were uber cool and we had loads of stuff in common! But after a while they all went home and I stayed on the beech.
Glad we skipped the scene where Tiaa has fun with her friends so that we can get back to the part where Uncle Larry assaults her again. Nice to see the author prioritizing.
It was getting late but I didnt want to go home to uncle larry in case he raped me on his car again.
Phrasing seems to imply that if he raped her in a different location it would be alright.
Soddenly I heard a voice from behind me.
I hope “soddenly” is an intentional double entendre.
"well tiaa, thou seem to be causing quite a stir at school" his voice was smooth and sexoy and from another time.
Who could this be?
Edward.
Never would have guessed!
"what do you mean!" I demanded
"basically every gay at school wants to have sex with thee, and every girl wants to eat thee alive for it, hows that for causing a stir my lady?" he smiled and kissed my neck.
Wait, every gay at school? Including the gay boys? This girl is powerful.
"shut up jerk! Btw I met youre girlfriend before, bella I think her name is! I dont like her or anything, but how the hell can u cheat on her like that and kiss me how u did? Its sick ur a cheatin bastard and i should tell everyone. Tyfanni told me you and bella are like the schools golden couple or something, watt would happen if I told ppl how you had acted in that corridoor with me?"
Uh… the fic would go in a direction I don’t expect it to and it might be redeemed somewhat by at least being less predictable?
"OMG SWEET LADY! THY MUST NOT TELL ANYONE! " he screamed "it was a moment of madness thats all! Im so so sorry for watt happened,i hope thine can forgive me, but ive promised myself to bella and thats just how it is, no matter how much thou intrests me"
Use of OMG may seem anachronistic, but that abbreviation has actually been in use since the early 1900s, so it’s totally reasonable that Edward might use it. Although probably not out loud.
"fine, then stay away from me " I shouted as I left to go home but he followed me and grabbed me and pushed me down on the grind.
I think he’s sending mixed signals.
I was burning with anger and fury but I wanted him so deafly i didnt even try to resist him.
So deafly?
He new how much i wanted him and it drove me mad. He put his hands inside my panties and i gasped. I was soddenly desperate to sex with him and i tore my clothes off and i was in my underwear.
Again, I hope that’s innuendo, but in this fic it’s actually possible the author thinks “suddenly” is spelled like that.
I took off my bra and showed him my naked heaving beasts.
Nothing turns a guy on like naked heaving beasts!
"have sex with me now edward " I whispered
" i cant " he said, although his body was on top of mine and his fingers touched my nipples
"please, i'm begging you" I said, hating myself for being such a dirty hore but unable to control my burning desire
No one in this fic has any self-control whatsoever, huh?
-NOOOO!" he shouted and ran away crying.
I put my clothes back on slowly feeling so ashamed and embarased i could hardly move. I could'nt beleive i had begged him to do sex on me and even worse he had said no!
Okay, I guess Edward has a tiny bit of self-control. Which is good, as he is a vampire and would probably be eating people left and right if he was totally unable to control himself.
I went home and uncle larry made me cook his dinner and suck his cock while he ate his food and then he raped me and hit me with a shoe all night and i didnt even complain cos i felt like i deserved it for being such a horrible slut even though it made me want to die inside.
Bread, eggs, milk, squick. Uncle Larry seems more interested in hitting Tiaa than raping her, incidentally.
Uncle larry finally left me alone and I thought about killing myself as i cryed and cryed as i fell slowly into a dreamless sleep.
Aw.
Next chapter
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Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕
Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag
Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.
Anyways
 RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC
Yoosung
Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that
You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90
‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands
want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)
its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘
You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you
Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile
His hands never moved so fast
‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’
‘fuck off’
Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had
But what he did have was his games
He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately
“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”
It was over in minutes
Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base
Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after
hey man what the fuck
dude give me my shit back
fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please
dude please
Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”
In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile
It had been deleted
Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face
Until
“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek
He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick
Jaehee
It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee
Ding.
Huh? New message.
Ding ding ding
You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app 
When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower
Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely
r u lonely to?
how about u be my valentine and we can go out??
You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”
come on babe
dont b like that
we can have fun
Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side
“Mc is everything alright?
“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly
“Well your first problem is you apologized.” 
“Huh?”
Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”
“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed
“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower
She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it
Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you
ever
Zen
He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job
But when you get creepy mail from his followers
NO NO NO NO NO
You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address
One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them
“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you
It was much creepier
It was a bunch of letters from some guy 
‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’
The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.
You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender
“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”
“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”
“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”
20 mins later
He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough
“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge
After a few minutes of silence
..”I have an idea.”
Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe. 
He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course. 
Jumin
Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work
You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do
And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel
you look really nice in your profile picture
is that designer? man you got money to
you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?
You were appalled. 
“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock. 
The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag
But nope
Same douchebag. Different site. 
why’d you block me? playing hard to get?
“How’d you find my profile?”
it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*
You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.
Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.
He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered. 
“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.” 
“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”
What
What do you mean
What guy
How
You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.
“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”
You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon
Seven
You don’t even waste time
The second you get the first creepy message
hey hot stuff
You hand your phone to Seven
He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face
Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.
Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back
‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file 
It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.
“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back
With a big smirk on his face:
“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages  on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”
You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”
“You already did” He laughs
“Huh?”
“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.
You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough
And you did
The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics
And all your app icons were selfies
And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker
“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”
V
V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around
Ding
V looked to see your phone light up on the table 
“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs
“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back 
“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture  “What in the world”
my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)
V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this 
‘I dont’ He typed back.
awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out
“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board
playing hard to get? i like
V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”
there was no reply for a moment
my friend said this was a girl
“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”
There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection
With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation
He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep. 
Saeran
You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app
Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue
When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages
hey babe
hey
wanna be my valentine
i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either
we can keep each other company ;)
You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand
“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half
wow ur not very polite
“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl
come on baby dont be like that
You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad
“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.” 
“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”
Ding
Both your eyes shot back to the screen
so you’ll come see me ;)
Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting
Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head
He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.
After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.
“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.
He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”
You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”
“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”
You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.
..
That night you were awoken to 
Dingdingdingdingding
You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app
Iuwefjkgl
ahfuoieqhwf
please helpfehofejijeqiue
…..
I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.
You knew immediately. 
“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text
All you got back was “:)” 
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