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Popstar Protection Program

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x singer!fem!reader

Summary: As a young popstar performing in LA for the first time, you don't expect to need police protection. A very reluctant and grumpy sergeant keeps you safe and gives you inspiration.

Warnings: brief angst, fluff, vague mention of heavier topics (nothing specific)

Word Count: 2.8k+ words

Picture from Pinterest (from such a good episode, too)

Los Angeles can be scary. The aerial shots in movies and TV shows make it look inviting, and the focus on the glamorous aspects tends to hide the dangerous underbelly of the City of Angels. Even scarier, you think, is walking through Los Angeles when a large percentage of the population knows your name.

When you started singing, you never expected to become a “star” or be on the covers of magazines, and you absolutely never thought you’d be playing a sold-out show in Staples Center. While you should be focused on practicing and ensuring the show goes well, you can’t think of anything else except the incident in the airport when you landed.

✯✯ 2 Hours Ago ✯✯

Getting off the plane in LAX, you first notice the lack of fresh air. After playing on the East Coast and opening in smaller venues in towns on the other side of the country, you expected this to be similar. Los Angeles is nothing like Charlotte, Boston, or even Nashville. Taking a deep breath, you grow excited to see Staples Center and all the other sights of Los Angeles.

But you don’t even exit the airport before your hopes and plans are shattered. A large crowd of paparazzi are blocking the area outside your gate. You try to navigate through them with your head down, but one of them knocks his camera into your arm, tilting you off balance and making pain radiate down to your wrist.

“Alright, back up! LAPD, move back!” somebody yells on the other side of the crowd.

Slowly, you notice that no one is pressing up against you now, and when you see a man in a police uniform, you release a shaky sigh.

“Thank you,” you say.

He says your name, glancing over your shoulder. “Where’s your protection detail?”

“My what?”

“Oh boy. I think you should probably come with me; there’s some people that can keep this from happening again.”

“Why- why did it happen?”

“Paparazzi are practically vultures. They get paid by the picture to take advantage of people, invade their personal lives, and the closer the better. My guess would be one of the smaller papers or magazines heard you were coming and wanted to get a feature out before your show.”

“So, where are we going?”

“LAPD. Mid-Wilshire station is your best bet to get good cops and stay far enough from the center to avoid the cameras that seem to live there.”

“And then what?”

✯✯ Present ✯✯

“Absolutely not!”

Sitting outside an office with glass walls, you try not to look over as you eavesdrop. Your arm has been iced and wrapped, but the pain is now the least of your concerns. Three groups of officers entered the room after the cop who saved you explained the situation to the watch commander. At least one of them seems opposed to being your protection detail for a few days.

“We’re cops, not bodyguards! There are dozens of places in this city that cater to people like her!”

“Um, excuse me,” you interject, knocking on the open door. “I’m sorry to have caused all the upset, but I will find another way. Thanks for your time.”

Sergeant Grey says your name, gesturing for you to stay. “We’re going to take care of you. It’s your first time performing here and after your less-than-ideal welcome, you deserve someone to show you that LA isn’t all bad.”

“It’s not all good either though,” one of the officers adds.

“I don’t…” you begin.

“Why does this require three teams?” Bradford asks. You recognize his voice as the one that was wholly against the idea a moment ago.

“Bradford, this is your assignment. If you have a problem with it, take it up with IA,” Grey answers.

Bradford’s jaw clenches harshly, and his eyes flit to you before shaking his head and looking away.

“This is your protection team until after your show,” Grey explains, “Harper and Thorsen, Nolan and Juarez, Chen, and Bradford works with Metro so he knows this city inside and out.”

You nod along with the names, and a few of them offer their first names as well. After introducing yourself to the five officers who seem to care, you’re directed to an unmarked SUV.

“Aaron and I will be your mobile detail. You don’t go anywhere unless we take you there. Nolan and Juarez are more peripheral, unseen, protection. Lucy will stay with you as close to 24/7 as possible, and Bradford- well, Bradford’s here,” Nyla explains.

Chuckling, you thank her for the clear explanation and climb into the passenger seat after Aaron opens the door for you.

“I love your music, by the way,” he whispers.

“Thank you. I really appreciate that, and all that you’re doing for me,” you reply.

Aaron nods, closing the door and climbing into the backseat behind you. Your hotel reservation has been changed, booked under someone else’s name, and located farther from Staples Center. Watching the streets of Los Angeles from a police car window is, at the least, safer than the alternative, but it’s certainly nothing special.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Any idea as to why Bradford hates me without meeting me?” you ask Lucy.

“Tim is grumpy. He’s protective and loyal but he’s- he’s like a dog that wasn’t socialized enough as a puppy. Vicious until he gets to know you and then he’s the best friend you could ever ask for,” she answers, holding up one of your dresses.

“You’d look great in that color,” you muse. “Unfortunately, I don’t think Bradford wants to get to know me.”

“You think so? About the color? Because I need a new dress,” she replies.

“Take that one. Get it altered or just use the fabric, whatever you want.”

“Thank you!” As she hugs you, she lowers her voice to add, “You’re also young and beautiful and famous… Tim doesn’t always deal well with people who are different than him.”

You nod, but you don’t believe her. You’ll only be with Tim Bradford for a few days anyway. It shouldn’t bother you… but it does.

✯✯✯✯✯

“We’re changing things around,” Nyla announces as she enters your room. “Lobby’s swarming with paps, but there’s also a crowd of men screaming your name.”

“So, what are you doing?” you ask.

“Bradford is taking point. He’s got some big plan that, and I quote, ‘no will catch on to.’ I won’t repeat the rest of it for your sake, though.”

“Grey is making him do it?” you guess.

Nyla hums, neither a yes nor no, but you know the answer. When he barges in a moment later, you stop talking, preferring not to give him another reason to hate you.

“Get your stuff, we’re leaving,” he demands.

You nod, walking into the suite's bedroom to gather your things. Part of you wants to know what Nyla and Bradford will say behind your back, but you’re also terrified that Nyla is just better about hiding her true feelings.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What is your problem?” Aaron demands. “She’s in danger and you’re not helping any!”

“This isn’t the job I signed up for. I am a Metro Sergeant but I’m stuck on- on princess protection duty! She’s just a kid who sings,” Tim answers.

“It’s about her age then,” Nyla repeats.

“No! Well, yes, but she- what makes her special enough for a team like this? Why does she get a real protection detail?”

“Tim,” Lucy says quietly. “Have you listened to her music?”

“Why would I?”

“Her specific genre, what she sings about has made a lot of people angry,” Aaron explains. “Those paparazzi weren’t there for a ‘Taylor Swift is in LA’; they were looking for a much bigger story.”

“Spit it out, Thorsen.”

“Plenty of people have reason to try to kill her.”

Tim falls silent, looking at Nyla. She tilts her head in a ‘we can’t prove it but it’s probably true’ gesture. He looks back toward the bedroom.

“Look, I’m doing my job. I’ll be civil and that is it,” Tim concedes.

“That’s all we’re asking,” Lucy replies. “We’ll be in the neighborhood. Nothing can happen to her with our protection, right?”

“Right,” Aaron and Nyla answer, looking at Tim.

“Right. Because it is our job, nothing more.”

You come out with your single suitcase, waiting until Tim takes it from you to speak. Thanking him softly, you listen to his quick explanation that you’ll be staying with him rather than Lucy, and the rest of the team will be patrolling nearby in case of an emergency.

“You’ll be fine,” Lucy promises. “And thank you again for the dress. I can’t imagine how much that cost and I can’t thank you enough.”

Tim’s brows furrow, but he doesn’t ask any questions. Wondering why someone in your position would be willing to give away an expensive dress days before a concert confuses him. Tim reminds himself that he can’t start caring.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim’s house is incredibly comfortable. You can tell that he doesn’t want you here, and when he disappears into a back room with his phone and earbuds, you assume it’s his way of getting as much space as he can. Pulling your songwriting journal from your bag, you start writing, disappearing into the emotions and the story you want to share. Time falls away when you’re writing, and you don’t hear Tim reemerge or walk to the doorway before you.

Tim clears his throat, and you look up from your place on the floor. You look small and as young as you are, sitting on the carpet and leaning against the bed with a journal in your lap. Tim has something to say but nearly forgets what it is when you look up at him through your lashes.

“I will admit that I judged you prematurely, and I’m sorry,” he begins.

“It’s okay,” you offer.

“No, just, let me finish. Please?” You nod, and Tim continues, “I thought you were just an entitled kid who found a way to convince the cop from the airport that you needed special attention. Craved it, whatever. And you’re just, you’re young and famous and that confuses me. I don’t know what life is like for you, I can’t relate to any part of that fame.”

“I can’t relate to your life either, but I didn’t shut you out because of that,” you whisper.

Tim licks his lips before speaking again. “I’m sorry. Aaron told me that you sing about- that you- uh-“

“Write songs for people who will never relate to the love songs or the ‘thank God for my parents’… who will never relate to a song on the Billboard 100 or feel protected by a song? Yeah.”

“And I diminished that. I listened to your last album-“

“That’s what you were doing back there?”

“Don’t- don’t laugh at me,” Tim replies, finally smiling. “It was really good. And I truly am sorry.”

“Consider it forgotten.”

You raise your hand, and Tim chuckles as he shakes it. He sees the nearly full page of your notebook and leans down. You slam it closed, and he shakes his head at your sudden movement.

“They’re private until they’re available on iTunes and all major streaming platforms.”

“Got it,” he replies, mock-saluting. “And, just so you know, I needed songs like this as a kid. Still do, so thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Throughout the next 48 hours, Tim ebbs and flows. One moment, he’ll talk to you for an hour straight, but by that afternoon, he won’t even look in your direction. It’s dizzying, and you don’t realize how much you’re thinking about it, about him, until you reach the last page of your notebook.

“Ready for the show?” Lucy asks, dressed in an event security uniform.

Shrugging, you run your finger over the edge of your journal.

“Songs?”

Lucy sits beside you, offering a hand. You lay your hand over hers, taking a deep breath.

“I thought I was making progress with Tim. He apologized and he was being nice to me and then it all stopped. Like we backslid. And, for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Sounds like you don’t want to,” Lucy says softly. “Maybe you should talk to him.”

“I can’t.”

“Then maybe you should sing to him.”

Laughing, you argue, “That would be even worse.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim is humming while he and Aaron stand outside your dressing room door. 

“You listened to her music,” Aaron accuses, placing the song.

“Yeah. Even apologized,” Tim answers.

“You haven’t talked to her at all today. Did something- oh my- did you kiss her?”

“What? No, I didn’t kiss her, and keep your voice down! I had to pull back.”

“Why?”

Tim doesn’t answer but glances over his shoulder to your door.

“You like her.”

“No- maybe.”

“You need to tell her. We don’t know when or if she’s leaving.”

“That’s why I can’t tell her. If she’s leaving tomorrow there is no point, and if she doesn’t know, telling her could influence her decision.”

“What about the effects of not telling her?”

✯✯✯✯✯

You open the door suddenly, and Tim and Aaron turn toward you quickly.

“Whoa!” Aaron exclaims.

“You look beautiful,” Tim says, sending you a small smile.

“Thank you. All of you, for everything these last few days.”

“Break a leg,” Lucy says, waving as you walk toward the stage entrance.

“Everybody in position? This job isn’t over yet,” Tim radios.

✯✯✯✯✯

You notice Tim standing in the wings during your second song. As if your energy has been zapped from you, you fight not to collapse. Tim’s eyes narrow as he watches you.

“Instrumental,” you tell your bassist, who communicates it to the rest of the band.

Rushing toward Tim, his eyes search your face. His hands raise to your sides as he waits for you to speak.

“I-“ you stop, turning off your microphone. “I thought something was happening.”

“When?”

“No. Between us. I thought maybe there could be something there but then you stopped talking to me. What happened?”

“You’re supposed to be singing right now.”

“I have a journal full of songs about you, Tim!” you exclaim. “I can’t come out here and sing without knowing if those ideas have a chance of coming to life!”

“You wrote songs about me?”

“Tim,” you beg. “Just answer the question.”

“Nothing happened. We’re too different and I didn’t want to push too hard.”

“Who gets to decide if we’re too different? Because I disagree.”

“Don’t tell me you have a song about it, I’ve heard that one.”

You sigh, beginning to accept that Tim is skirting around a rejection.

“You can do better,” Tim says quietly. “No point in me showing you how I feel when you could have any man you wanted.”

“I don’t want any other man!” you yell over the music.

Tim’s eyes widen, and his hand leaps to your waist to your mic pack, turning it off and tugging your microphone down.

“Thorsen, your badge is mine,” he grumbles.

Tossing the microphone onto a nearby chair, Tim raises his hands to cup your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure since you said you didn’t want to deal with me.”

“That’s- I don’t think I put it like that.”

“No, you said you were a cop not a bodyguard. But I think you’re a pretty good bodyguard too.”

“I tried not to,” Tim admits. “Tried not to feel this way, I mean. But every time I see you, it’s like I see another part of you. You’re beautiful, and your music is beautiful, and I’m sorry for pushing you away and being-“

“Worthy of a breakup song?”

Tim sighs, leaning toward you. “You need to finish your concert.”

“Promise to be here when I’m done?”

“I promise.”

You grab your microphone, hooking it on quickly before waving at Tim and returning to the stage.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Aaron,” Tim radios, “Did you turn her mic back on?”

“Those things are tricky,” Aaron replies.

“Then maybe you should go talk to the tech department and stay out of my sight.”

“Yes, sir.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The lights dim, and as the crowd applauds, you run to Tim, crashing into him as you hug him tightly. His arms wrap around your waist, smiling as he congratulates you for your first sold-out show.

“You’ll come to the next one?” you ask.

“Only if you sing one of those songs you wrote about me.”

“I’ll sing them all. Even if you’re the only one in the audience.”

Tim cups your cheek, pressing his palm against your cheek as he pulls you in. His kiss is the opposite of earlier; a look that sucked the energy from you has become a kiss that breathes life and love into your very being. You pull back before leaning against Tim and can’t hear anything except your shared heartbeat.

“I think they’re calling for you,” Tim whispers.

The muddled yells of “Encore! Encore!” greet you, but you’re warm and happy in Tim’s arms.

“I don’t want you in my audience,” you correct. “I want you at my side.”

“Then I should be easy to find. Knock ‘em dead. Again.”

Tim kisses you again, and you credit that as the reason your encore was better than your performance (LA Times’ words, not yours).

#tim bradford x reader #tim bradford fluff #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford the rookie #tim bradford #the rookie #requests #fem!reader #singer!reader

[lazuli-writes]

Aloha mai kākou 🩵 welcome to my (@little-lazuli) writing blog where I’ll be posting my written works. You can also find my works here on ao3 if you wish :) but here is a quick masterlist of all of my current works.

Thank you @cafekitsune for the beautiful text dividers. Please take a minute of your day to visit their blog and enjoy their beautiful works.

I currently write for select K-pop groups, Harry Potter and Asoiaf. I do not currently take requests or commissions, but if you any asks pertaining to any of my works, please feel free to ask.

Also please be wary as my screen reader setting is my current beta reader. That being said, mahalo nui loa and enjoy 🩶

kpop

Hell: [angst/apocalypse au] San has a nightmare about his biggest regret.

Alone: [angst-ish/thriller] Hongjoong has an epiphany after a call from a sick Jongho.

Intruder: [angst/comfort-ish] part 2 of Alone — There’s an intruder in the Ateez Dorm.

Wake: [angst-ish/hopeful] Jun is the only one who can handle seeing Vernon in the hospital.

Leave: [angst/sci-fi] Donghyuck finds himself in over his head after traversing space and time.

Cosmetology: [domestic/apocalypse au] Donghyuck has a crush on someone who confuses stars and makeup.

Dream: [domestic/spy au] Jeonghan sings to his son.

Brutal: [domestic/spy au] Jeonghan hates the avengers.

Sing: [angst/vampire au] Taeyong sings to his son.

Starlight: [angst/cosmic au] Yunho was your favorite love game.

Heaven: [domestic/slice-of-life] Xiaojun riding a harley in Hawaiʻi.

Esta Noche: [suggestive/song fic] You meet Chanyeol at a small pub

Sighs: [smut/pwp] San scolds his duckie

a song of ice and fire

What if series: [a series of useless rants and rambles on different possible possibilities]

What if Benjen Stark married?

What if the Sarnori migrated?

What if Jon Snow didn’t join the Night’s Watch?

What if Joffrey Waters was a hero?

Pragmatic: [hopeful/slice-of-life-in-westeros] Sansa makes her escape from that wretched city for a second time.

harry potter

Hiraeth Series: [angst/slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin] Several perspectives of Ron’s life after being sorted into Slytherin. This series was inspired by some of my favorite ron-centric fics: @chuchiotaku’s “There and Back Again” and TheTrueSpartan’s “Fate”

Son: [angst/molly weasley pov] Molly cannot blame anyone else but herself, her son was gone.

Spark: [fluff-young love/ron weasley pov] Ron’s first spark of love with Daphne ignites before a reflection.

Survivor: [teen angst/slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin/ron weasley pov] Ron purchases his very own wand, a survivor’s wand.

Outtakes - Character Profile: Ronald: Character Profile of Ronald Bilius Greengrass née Weasley

Honour: [slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin] Muriel reads Ron’s letter he left before going to restore his honour.

Verdict: [hurt & comfort/daphne greengrass pov] Daphne awaits Ron’s verdict at his trial for being a death eater.

Outtakes - 100 Headcanons: 100 headcanons for Ron after being sorted into Slytherin.

Outtakes - 100 More Headcanons: 100 more headcanons for Ron after being sorted into Slytherin.

Outtakes - Unfinished Moments: Unfinished memories from a pensieve; with moments from Tracey, Astoria, Muriel and Theodore.

Outtakes - 25 Quotes from the Silver Quartet: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

The Vanishing Series: Under the threat of defeat, the supporters of the dark lord cast a curse that banishes half of the Wizarding population of the British Isles.

Intro i

Intro ii

Opulence: [fluff/slice-of-life] Fred has a question for Roland (oc).

Sunshine and Rainbows: [angst] Fred has some choice words for Roland (oc).

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And please note: I do not give any permission to consumers to feed my works to ai. I repeat, I do not give any permission to consumers to feed my works to ai. Let it be known.

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[searidings]

they don’t love you like i love you

They lie to each other all the time.

Not real lies, of course. Not about the big stuff. One superhero-side-hustle-reveal was quite enough to shake the bedrock of their trust hard enough to frighten them away from ever doing it again. So there’s no real lies, no secrets anymore.

It’s just the little stuff, now. Sometimes when Kara checks up on whether she’s eaten lunch, Lena may embellish the triple shot Americano she’d mainlined between conference calls into something more resembling a nutritious meal. When Kara sends a snap of herself wearing a new baby blue button up in an over-lit dressing room, Lena replies with a forced-casual looks great! instead of the I want to lick your biceps through that shirt that would be closer to an honest response. Once when her best friend suggested a hot yoga class after work, Lena had pretended to immediately come down with a nasty cold if only to avoid the devastation of witnessing Kara Danvers in a sports bra.

For the most part it’s harmless. But with all of that said, there’s a particular one of Kara’s little lies that really gets under Lena’s skin. It niggles because it feels a little too analogous to the First Lie, the Big Lie. Because Kara lies about it as if Lena is oblivious, as if her flimsy excuses in any way mask the reality of the situation. As if Lena is stupid enough to accept it blindly.

And if there’s one thing Lena Luthor, with her four degrees and Mensa certification, is not, it’s stupid.

So here, now, pulled fully into Kara’s lap as they recline on her couch in front of a Planet Earth marathon, one of the blonde’s hands carding through Lena’s loose hair while the other strokes lightly over the jut of her hip bone through her borrowed sweats, Lena is just about ready to call bullshit on Kara’s most blatant, most frequent little lie.

There is just no way that this is what friends are for.

it is possible, lena will concede, that kara likes her as more than a friend. it's also possible that kara's just a naturally handsy person and lena is hopelessly deluded. clearly, there's only one way to find out the truth: through rigorous scientific observation.

21k, one shot, disgustingly fluffy

read it here on ao3

#not me writing 20k to unpack 'that's what friends are for' in all its glory #welcome to fluff city; population: 2 #they're insufferable in this #like really and truly nauseating #you've been warned #happy supercorp sunday kiddos! #sc #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supergirl #dings dot txt

[springday-aus]

Bad Boy!AU with Seungcheol

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moodboard link

Group: Seventeen 

Member: S.Coups / Choi Seungcheol 

Genre: fluff, romance 

Additionally: college!au 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: approx. 2.5k 

don’t worry, Seungcheol isn’t even really a bad boy

he’s really just… misunderstood?

actually that’s not a good word for it

it’s in the sense that his reputation makes him to be seen as a bad boy

it’s probably because of the leather jacket

and the motorcycle

and the piercings (mainly the ears)

and the tattoos

it also doesn’t help either that he’s keeps a small circle of friends

there’s nothing wrong with rolling with a smaller group

it just means a lot of people don’t actually know him and that causes more rumors about his personality

he hangs around Wonwoo and Minghao the most

Wonwoo is known to be handsome, but is also super cold to strangers

(more of a shy thing than a rude thing—a whole different story)

on the other hand, Minghao is one of those people who are brutally honest

(which makes him seem like an inconsiderate asshole)

and because people tend to lump people together

they just assume that Seungcheol is the same as those two are: cold and rude

in reality, he’s just a bit more reserved than others

makes people earn his trust, but some people found that unreasonable apparently

people are just so judgmental sometimes, especially in a small town where everyone wanted know everything about everyone

so, for college, Seungcheol picked out a city to study

because the larger populations lets him blend in with the others

tbh, let’s be real…. he def isn’t the only one who’s wearing all black on a college campus lmao

Wonwoo at some point: “look, we’re twinning”

Seungcheol: “it’s not twinning if you only wear black and keep wearing black”

Wonwoo: :(

anyways

he chose to study business

basic but it’s simple

it ensures that he’s going to have a stable job and by the of the day that’s all that matters to him

stability

also the business suit he has covers everything nicely, so it isn’t like he has visible face tattoos or piercings

not that it’s bad, but….. capitalism, you know? homeboy would like money

so, while his hometown called him a bad influence on other kids

the college sees him as another hottie in the leather jacket

he’s probably would’ve been the campus heartthrob—had it not been for the fact that he went to same school as Wonwoo, Mingyu or that new freshie who calls himself Vernon

there was one time in his theology class that he took off his leather jacket right?

the arm muscles flexing and the tattoo sleeve……….. it’s safe to say everyone took a double take during class that day

as for his academic marks……….

I mean, yeah, he doesn’t have the top grades to make it on a dean’s list or anything, but

he’s got academic scholarships and that’s enough tbh

he might not be a genius prodigy like Jihoon, but he isn’t stupid

Jeonghan: “wait, you’re not cheating off of him?”

Seungcheol: “no, Jeonghan…………. are you?”

Jeonghan: “yeah, no, I thought it was like a thing that we all agreed to”

Seungcheol: “Jeonghan, no”

Jeonghan: “Jeonghan, yes”

so he’s not like a major try-hard like all those A+ obsessive people from high school

but he does make the effort

he’s just trying to live a nice, quiet life on campus to graduate—just like everyone else here

although

there is this habit of his that he’s been trying to break: being late to class

his attendance record isn’t great……….

like he’ll be there….. but he’ll be there like five to ten minutes late so it doesn’t really matter but

it’s like a personal pet peeve about himself

granted, it doesn’t matter when most professors don’t even take attendance

but it’s also because he works really late hours at a nearby convenience shop on campus

so………. the end result is tardiness

and he’s trying to work on it

which is also how he meets you

you see, Seungcheol met you in a………… unique situation

so, Seungcheol has found it easier to go around in his motorcycle, especially in a city

and especially on a college campus

and it’s like 20x faster than walking

it’s also good for when he’s late for his morning classes because he can easily make it to the other side in campus in like 2 minutes vs the original 10 minutes

so on a bright Tuesday morning

after he overslept his alarm (once again)

he quickly got dressed and hopped on his motorcycle to get to the other side of campus for class

….. only for him to quickly stop after hearing your scream

he didn’t necessarily hit you per say but it didn’t mean you managed to pass by untouched

you were rushing off to class too

on all days to be late………. it just had to be the day you had a midterm that’s 30% of your final grade

so you were rushing through

unable to see the motorcycle that was heading your direction

which is your fault but that’s also his fault for not seeing you until you screamed when he nearly hit you, running over a toe or two

he immediately stopped, running over to you

Seungcheol: “oh my God, are you alright?”

You: hair messed up, in pain, and survived the heart attack he gave you

You: “sure”

Seungcheol: “are you sure? I can take you to the hospital or—”

You: no, no, I am already as late as is and, and, and…….”

you trail off, remembering the motorcycle that laid a couple of feet away

You: “instead of the hospital, how about a ride instead? I cannot miss this midterm”

Seungcheol was taken aback from your commitment and strange request, but complied nevertheless

Seungcheol: “are you sure?”

You: “absolutely, hustle man, hustle—we gotta go”

Seungcheol scrambles, starting up the motorcycle and handing you a helmet

which you gladly grab and attach yourself behind him with your arms on his waist

he’s a bit flustered from your proximity

what if he was a murderer and you just hopped onto his bike?

I mean, he obviously isn’t but still

You: “sir, chop-chop, pls move, my ass needs to get to McGregor”

Seungcheol: “yes, right”

it takes less than a minute to get there, especially since there weren’t many others on the pathways

you hastily get off his motorcycle, tossing his helmet back at him and running off

You: “thank you!!!!”

Seungcheol: “you’re welcome?”

he watches as you run into the building, with nothing more on your mind than your midterm

how odd

he shakes his head, clearing his head of you before going to park his motorcycle and locking it—he’s got his own problems to worry about right now

(he re-told the story to a couple of his friends, in which Jihoon said: “watch yourself, you could get a lawsuit coming one of these days” and Seungcheol just rolled his eyes)

it’s about two weeks before he sees you again

so fun fact, his college requires community involvement/field assignment

and he chose to be in the big brother program

so he’s a big brother to this adorable 6 year old girl named Rose

he filled his requirement long ago, but he highkey loved it so he remained as a big brother to Rose 

who he has to take out trick-or-treating for the Halloween event the program set up 

can you imagine Seungcheol in his leather jacket and tattoos and piercings with a little group of 6 year olds

the chaos

Rose: “what did you dress as?”

Seungcheol: “uhhhhhh….. Danny from Grease”

Rose: “who’s that?”

Seungcheol: oh my God I’m old

they get a door that’s got some fake cobwebs and bright purple string lights

Seungcheol: “go ahead little ones, knock on the door”

they yell out trick or treat and the door creaks open to…….. you

you and your friends happened to be gathering together for Halloween and decided to meet up at your friend’s old house which was in the neighborhood that Seungcheol was in

you all originally planned to watch a bunch of bad supernatural movies and give out candy to little kids

all of y’all took turns at the door and it was your turn

you give the kids a sweet smile in your doctor’s costume

(or, at least, he’s assuming it’s a costume—maybe it is and maybe it isn’t)

after you pass out the candy, Joshua, the other chaperone, rounds up the kids and Seungcheol’s eyes met your widened ones

You: “oh! it’s motorcycle dude!”

Seungcheol: “motorcycle dude?”

You: “........ you were the one who hit me with his motorcycle right?”

Seungcheol: “has anyone else hit you with a motorcycle?”

You: “so it is you!”

you two chat a bit, especially since they have to start moving to the next house

Joshua: “bro, we have to get moving, stop flirting in front of the children!”

Seungcheol: “I’m not flirting!”

he turns back to you

Seungcheol: “I’ll see you around, please don’t sue me”

You: “sue you?”

Seungcheol: “I’m a broke college kid”

You: “so am I dude”

Joshua gives him another look and another warning before they start to move to the other house

You: “you know, if you have spare time, you’re welcome to join my friends and I—we’re going to be making fun of Twilight later together”

Seungcheol: “I might take you up on that offer”

You: “well, we’ll be here, so”

you give him a smile that makes him stutter for a second, before he waves you goodbye to join the others

Rose: “Joshua says you like the doctor”

Seungcheol: “well, Joshua’s not that smart”

Joshua: “hey!”

he doesn’t know what compels him to go back to the house

but he does

(it might have taken a word or two from Rose and Joshua to encourage him)

and he has a really good time with you and your friends

hearing Seungkwan roasting Robert Pattinson was something Seungcheol didn’t know he needed

Soonyoung’s attempt of creating bgm on top of the soundtrack was also equally as hilarious

and then there were your side remarks with him throughout the movie

which he did enjoy

he left the house that night with a couple of new numbers in his phone

Jeonghan would be proud of him for making new friends on his own

after that night, you and Seungcheol hang out a bit more

you get to know each other

turns out the so called bad boy is actually just a major softie

surprise surprise, I know

he’s got a tattoo for his mom (a little heart on his heart)

he’s great at braiding (due to braiding Rose’s hair)

and he picked up sewing to patch up the holes that his friends created in their shirts

major heart eyes for Seungcheol

and he learns more about you and your little quirks

at some point, he even shares some things that happened back home

which was a bit hard for him to do but you were incredibly understanding

people just suck sometimes

one good thing about cities is that everyone minds their own business so

anyways

while he’s met your friends, you’ve also met his

you and Jeonghan are now the chaotic duo that Seungcheol wishes he can undo

Jeonghan: “are you fucking cheating? in front of my salad?”

You: steals another $50 bill from the monopoly pile

You: “no”

Jeonghan: “pay me off”

Wonwoo: “we are sitting right fucking here”

anyways

you two continue to hang out together as time goes and it’s great

sometimes you even hang out with him and Rose and it’s super cute

especially when you watch Seungcheol care for Rose like an actual sister

maybe that’s when the heart eyes started

he just……….. knows how to take care of people

he’s very attentive and understands that different people have different needs

it’s all……… very attractive

he’s very attractive

not in just the physical aspect

the inside *chef’s kiss*

Seungcheol doesn’t know when he started liking you either

maybe it was the way you really listened to what he said

you encouraged and supported him to do what he wanted

and told people off if they did say something about him

along with telling him to ignore them because it’s all stemming from jealousy and hate

and he knows that but it’s always nice to know he has someone on his side

so, what changes?

one movie night, there’s some generic rom com that you’ve already forgotten about

the blanket you’re both sharing isn’t the only heat you’re feeling

his knee knocks lightly against yours

your shoulders touching his

his fingers lingering on yours

then he’s moving closer

and closer

and then your lips meet

it’s soft, but firm

and that was the first day you started dating

dating bad boy!Seungcheol is basically the same as being friends with him only needier

he opened up to you as a friend

but as a boyfriend

you’re seeing EVERYTHING

he’s lowkey touch-starved so he’s very….. handsy

his hands got cold once and he straight up put his hands up in your hoodie

You: “thErE ArE pEOpLE aRouND sIR”

Seungcheol: “head empty, hands Cold”

lots of movie dates

(you asked if you should put on Twilight again and he said he could only take it one decade at a time)

lots of dinner and takeout dates

(the amount of menus you two have collected is insane)

lots of game night dates

which include Seungcheol’s friends

you and Jeonghan still team up to cheat, leaving the you two in the top to fight for the winning spot but Minghao always calls you two out

and then you start openly cheating

(Jeonghan literally flipped over an operations board one time)

you’ve also seen his tattoos

there are cute small ones and then there are bigger ones of flowers and patterns

You: “does it hurt more if you color them in?”

Seungcheol: “no, I was supposed to get them filled but Rose likes to color them with her markers”

You: “why are you two so fucking adorable”

You: “can I color it in?” c:

he let you

it was so much fun

on some days with Rose, you both color together on a shirtless Seungcheol

speaking of which

she loves you

Rose: “I told you you liked the doctor”

You: ?

Seungcheol: “shhhh, finish your cupcake”

oooh, also—lots of motorcycle rides

during the night is when it’s the most beautiful with all of the city lights

sometimes you stop by a park and just hang out to talk

not often bc like midnight murderers are a thing, but sometimes

it’s always a nice impromptu date

also, it’s been long overdue but he took you to the doctor’s once and brought up the whole running over your toes thing

and your toes are fine but

he still highkey feels kind of guilty but the kisses you give him compensate for the guilt

so bad boy!Seungcheol isn’t really bad just misunderstood

but like…. are we complaining? 

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[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Infected/Undead Boyfriend

Warning: some language and fluff.

Part 2  -  Part 3 (FINALE)

When It Rains, It Pours

It always rains in January-- or was it February? It didn't matter, it had been a long time since you remembered, and you didn't care. It wasn't a problem for you in fact: what was a problem for you was how you were going to get out of the city without being taken out first.

The city was swarming with infected since the beginning; when the world had gone to rot.

You had been attempting since day one to get out, but the military had been doing its damn best in containing the population through fear and control. They kept the those from coming in and from leaving, practically blocking you all in like cattle from the very start.

The military was eventually taken out, leaving their cells and high walls that were impossible to pass. And it wasn't just the living that had been out of control; the dead were rare but they were rising daily – it didn't matter how you died, they returned stronger and in larger herds; carving their way through the city with little care.

It had been three years since you had heard from your relatives: from your uncle and cousins who had been living outside of your city and had found a refuge to live in. They assured you a safe place to stay when you escaped, but you had last heard from them three months ago; the signal dying.

It was risky, but you needed supplies, and gaining them not just for yourself but for your radio was to help you get out quicker. You weren't going to rot alive inside these walls, no matter how few humans and dead remained.

The supplies were growing scarce, the food dwindling: your fears of starving to death seemed to be the worst way to go out, but you wanted to endure and live, but raiding shops for food was difficult.

The sky was gloomy and bleak when you had been caught by oncoming dead, their swarm had surprised you in the back of a building, where they had been twistedly been locked away for someone like you to run into on purpose.

The many corridors chasms seemed to get deeper and deeper the further you ran in, the less hope you had for getting out when you were certain you would be dead. It was only with a certain gap between the floors had given you a chance to get away only for the very weak floor you had been standing on to collapse beneath you, sweeping you with it to hit the very pit that welcomed you and not very much else.

Your head was pounding, a soaring ache in your sides from how you had fallen had gotten you whimpering and groaning in discomfort and fear: the darkening walls had been slicked so sinisterly that it was impossible to see what could be lurking within the shadows.

When your trembling hands came to touch at your head, there was a slick pool of something falling into your sight, like water heavily, it dampened the front of your face to make you look as if you were wearing a crimson mask.

There was a scuffle of shoes, a groan of the floorboards as something lurched within the dimness that came from the right side of you, and in your short time to respond or react and with your blinded sight that was washing over your vision quickly, you had clumsily pulled out your knife just as you saw the figure stumble out from behind a fallen cabinet.

You reacted loudly, grunting and swinging as you defended yourself pitifully, the figure had kicked the knife out of your hand almost too precisely, the clatter of it hitting the concrete ground brought your attention that you had no case of surviving.

The figure loomed over you momentarily: your bleeding head made it difficult to see when you were trying to stay focused and alert, your head was drubbing with thrums that came every passing second, screaming for rest, with your hands still scrambling before you finally whimpered before you had collapsed fully; your fall not as hard as you had predicted.

There had been light pouring through the small opening when you had come back around: the slow movements that came from not too far to you made you aware that you had been taken out by someone; someone had dragged your unconscious body out from that dreaded Hell.

There was a tentative hand at your forehead, feeling at your temperature, before their touch came to lift individually each eyelid, earning a low groan from you each time. You were alive – for now.

Your eyes had adjusted to the brightness that shouldn't have been coming so early in the day—no not during this month, it always rained. You pondered, your eyes had fallen on the figure beside you, momentarily stunned before your body had kicked yourself free from their grasp, and for you found yourself falling back against the iron wall.

When your unsteady eyes had fallen over their silhouette, you would've been certain that they had been dead. There could've been something human over their shape and how they stayed squat in the same position from nurturing you prior, but you couldn't lay why their appearance didn't look right.

Maybe it was their skin: it was milky and ashen, their hands were darkened and reddened around the knuckles and fingernails and you had assumed they had been wearing gloves, but their nails were peeling and uneven, wild to the fault.

Their—he – you were unsure how to describe them at first, they had masculine features, but you didn't know whether to describe this person in front of you as a human or the glimmer of an apparition.

Your eyes wandered past his wan face, his dark hair was chin-length, thrown messily up with strands that had fallen out and hanging over his deep-set eyes. His eyes—oh, God – the eyes were maybe the most human thing. They held more than just the husk of a shell of a human once. They were alive and conscious even when they had looked so unresponsive from afar.

He observed you carefully, his body language told you that he wasn't like any other infected creature you had dealt with in the many years since the outbreak, he was nothing like them- no, he was still aware of everything going on around him as if he was not one of them at all.

You didn't realise that the two of you had been staring at one another for quite some time, neither one speaking nor reacting in any way, but he watched, being aware of what you did or how you moved, making sure you didn't do anything that would harm him; his angular features told you so.

"Holy fucking shit, how—I-" Your words were stiff in your mouth, like hardened honey everything had solidified in your throat, leaving you just as lifeless as the infected. He had remained in his spot, rigid and hesitant in your language, but he didn't seem reluctant, as, from his jacket pocket, he was pulling something out, some granola bars and a can of dried beans.

He slowly slid them across the hardware floor, the can hit the sole of your sneaker, the granola bars he held up as a peace offering for you to take, all whilst you stared at him in what you could describe as disbelief.

"I- Where'd you find these?" You picked up the can and gave it a gentle rattle; they seemed decent still. He pointed to behind you, and from your view from behind, you never noticed that the two of you were secluded in an area that had a high spot that allowed you to onlook the entire city. It was nothing perfect, but you could tell that he had done a lot in keeping the area cut off with the desks and chairs barred up against the doors. From here, you could even see the deserted block you had been staying in for the last few weeks.

When you had turned back to him, he was standing, now a little closer to you, his hand outstretched with the food. "You got this for me?" You asked, warily taking it from his grip before stuffing the items into your pockets. You could get back to your place before the day ended if you were lucky; with hopes of finally finalising what you needed finishing.

He nodded, and you understood that there was now something of him conscious that was still alive and living: he was infected but not as dead as you had assumed.

"I need to get out of here, I need to get back to my place before it gets too dark." You found it troubling to think of the right words and whether he would say yes. "Will you help me get out of here?"

He didn't have much on him, but he had grabbed at your backpack and handed it to you, and already you knew his silent gestures was him saying yes. It was all that was needed to get you out quicker.

You and your... your new friend had left and travelled east through the stilled avenues and lonely desolate streets, the infected man lingering not too far behind you but close around if you needed help.

When you finally arrived in your place it was eerily tranquil, the sky had reached a calming picture of calmness over the horizon from your barricaded window, the dim light flooding through as you threw your bag to the couch you had been sleeping on; the half-dead, half-living man remaining close by in your closed doorway.

You made your way to your stationed radio, finalising the parts of bolts and wires that you finally had with you, twisting, tinkering and pushing buttons you had to learn in knowing, before finally turning on the HAM radio to be greeted with distorted and unruly squeaks and shrieks of the channels.

Behind you, the undead man grunted, covering his ears, a haunting cry that came from him threw you off as you looked back on him, quickly quieting the sound as you turned through the signals quicker, quieting the static.

"Come on, this gotta work." You gritted your teeth, trying again and again, "Hello? Is anyone out there? Are there any survivors?" You repeated the questions, nothing but your own voice ringing out and dying along with the signal.

Your eyebrows furrowed, slapping the side of the radio, your cheeks burning. "No! Come on! I have everything for it to fucking work, why isn't it working?" You let out your pent up feelings on the old thing, shoving it away as if the sight of it would make you feel better. It didn't.

An unexpected hand came to rest on the back of your shoulder, your body stiffening with your head twisting to look up from your kneeling spot, the male behind you. From his close-up, you could see his face so clearly, the skin had broken into a state of decay: with veins protruding along his round cheeks.

His eyes weren't as dark now that you saw them so closely, they were brown, and a lovely shade too. His eyes had broken blood vessels in his sclera but there was clearly still something so sympathetic that was in the surface.

So alive, but he's trapped in a dying body.

It startled you for a moment when his hand gingerly came to hesitate inches from your face. You didn't back away, inquisitive rather than cautious as to what he was going to do, his eyes looking back and forth over your face before he reached forth, the back of his ashen fingers collecting a just-to-fall teardrop from the corner of your eye.

"Oh, thanks." Your body came to wipe at the unwanted tears, looking away from him momentarily as you looked around your small haven. 

"You can uh, I don't know if you wanna stay for a bit?" You suggested to him, watching in your peripheral that he had moved away, and had gone to move towards your window, looking out. You stood yourself, looking to him finally before going to the bathroom, shutting the door and deciding to have a shower to calm down.

When you had finally emerged out, it was now dark finally, and your stomach hadn't settled, the need to eat was making you not think properly. That had to be the real reason. You found the male in the small spot on the wide windowsill, his head and body slouched, eyes shut as he peacefully slept.

Rummaging in your bag had woken him from however long he had been sleeping for, his eyes blinked in and out as they finally landed on you, and you came over to sit opposite him on the sill, watching the empty world outside.

“Want one?" You held one of the granola bars out to him, but he had shaken his head. He doesn't eat, but does he eat... humans?

You chewed nonchalantly on the brittle bar, the dryness was unbearable but it was still decent to eat regardless of how stale it had been. When you had finished your bar, he was still looking at you, as if reading you as best as he could. Not many people do that, but he isn't exactly... normal.

"How long have you been here for?" You asked once the granola was out of your teeth, and the male beside you gave a sign with his darkened fingers as he held them up for you to see. Three. "Three years?" You asked and he had nodded.

"How did... how did you turn?" Your voice was oddly quiet when you had asked him, uncertain.

He didn't seem so sure by your question and how to answer it, but he gave a short answer by the gesture that you could only guess was what he meant. Bitten. "But you didn't... you're not like them. The infected."

His face had given a small smile since your meeting, and it made you wonder how his laugh would sound. You could only hope you would see him smile again. It quickly fell from his face as if it had never been there, to begin with. No. He shook his head. "That's good," you reassured with relief, "you did scare me when I fell through the ceiling."

He gave a silent laugh, his eyes vivid. Sorry. He gestured, his motions tender when his hand came to rest on your knee, squeezing softly. The act itself didn't disgust you nor did you pull away, the mere feel of a person's touch was soothing.

The two of you spoke as best as you could (he found communicating hard and he didn't speak) and by the time early morning had come, you had found yourself lying on the sofa with his folded up jacket beneath your head as a pillow, with no sign of him at all.

You felt a bit gutted that he had left before you had a chance to see him leave; maybe he didn't want to hurt you or risk getting him harmed. You told yourself, but when you heard the soft twisting of your doorknob being opened, you kicked into overdrive, your knife in hand as you hid along the wall so you weren't seen.

You had lunged forward before the person had seen you, your wrist had been caught before you could harm them, those brown eyes were widened and fearful of the situation, but his grip had lessened, as if ready if you wanted to plunge your knife into his colourless flesh.

"I'm sorry," You pulled away quickly, putting your knife away as you led him inside and shut the door, "I didn't know it was you."

Sorry. He had gestured sheepishly, handing you the bag that he had over his shoulder. You took it from him as you opened it up, pulling out the many items he had found. Your eyes were wide, a closed-mouth smile had lit up on your face. "Where'd you find all this?"

He didn't answer you, to begin with, but he had guided you, pointing out towards the cluster of shops that weren't too far from you. How he managed to find all this secret food was amazing, and you didn't know how he did it. "You didn't have to do this for me, you know." You said in an inquisitive tone.

He shook his head, making sure you kept hold of the can as he kept his hand around yours. It's yours. His eyes told you for a fact that he wanted you to have it, and you couldn't turn that away.

You spent the next few days hidden away in your shelter, with enough food that could keep you going, whilst your new friend had been there to go in and out and find necessary things and food if you needed it.

He had been gone like most of the mornings by the time you had woken up, the only thing that you had from him was his jacket, and the smell of rainfall was comforting when you smelt the leather. You had sat up and stretched your bones, finding something small that had fallen from his pocket.

Picking it up, you recognised it as a driver's license, the faded words and photo had caught your interest, your eyes peering back to the door as you had looked over the photo ID tentatively. The face had been oddly familiar to you, their facial features were fuller and healthier, a chiselled jaw and those eyes you could only describe as lifelike.

Your eyes drifted to the name found just below the picture, the name you didn't think you would find:

RYAN CHEN

You had just about heard the front door twist slowly open once more, the adrenaline was quick to make you panic, quickly throwing the ID card underneath his jacket, before slipping into the bathroom before he entered the room.

You had another shower and had opened the door to see him sat on the couch, staring off into space as if he was deep in thought. He didn’t seem to even sense you there. Your hands were shaking when you finally called to him after staring. “Ryan.”

You didn’t think he would react to the name being said aloud, but his head turned so quickly to look back on you, you feared he had gotten whiplash. It wasn’t long before he was standing in front of you, his eyes were so blown with fear that you could feel it radiate it off of him. A hand came to cradle the side of your face with a tenderness that it had made you flinch. “Is that your name?” You questioned softly.

He seemed to be fighting two sides in his mind, but it was more than an astounded you when he said, “Yes.” His voice was a soft timbre, mixed with hoarseness that almost made you back up from him in awe. “You can talk?” Your voice was gravelly, leaning into his touch against the side of your face.

“Sometimes,” he drawled thoughtfully, “it’s… been a while.”

The more you looked up at him, the more you saw the features that looked similar to what he had looked like on his ID, he was still there, and now, Ryan had an identity that hadn't been lost forever.

“Did you hide your ID from me? Or… did you want me to find it?”

“I wasn’t sure. It had been a long time since I had identified as him.” He said with a gentle doubt. “But I wanted you to know.” “You saved me that day,” you leant into the musky scent of his clothes, breathing in deeply. He had been oddly warmer than you had expected, “why?”

“I don’t remember when I last saw a living being, but you were brave and living.” He leant his forehead against yours. “I wanted to know what it felt like… to live again.”

“You’re more than that, Ryan,” you intertwined your fingers with his other hand, the grasp as affectionate as each other’s words. “you’re still to me very much alive.” His face came inches to your before his lips touched almost hesitantly against yours, the tenderness that you had expected when he pulled you in, as if he was trying to pull something from you that you didn’t know you held.

His lips were chapped yet welcoming, and you kissed him like he was the warmth you needed when you had been lonely for all those years, the loneliness you felt from missing another as you pulled him closer to you, both afraid of the other disappearing like a hallucination.

“Stay with me, as long as you can.” You promised him sweetly, running your fingers through his dark locks. Ryan smiled broadly, his smile seemed crooked but it was the sweetest sight to look at. “I won’t be going anywhere.” He pulled you close to his chest tautly. “Not without you.”

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[monggu-eomma]

Just the Beginning (Pokemon!AU)

Pairings: Slight Jimin x reader

Genre: Pokémon!AU, comfort, and fluff

Notes: I have been wanting to write a Pokémon!AU for the longest time, but I always felt too intimidated to do so because it is such a large universe. This scenario is miscellaneous story that is part of a much larger story that I have already planned out. Don’t worry, I still plan on continuing my Hogwarts!AU. This scenario is dedicated to @taengent and my little brother. The image is from the HYYH PT 2 photobook. 

Park Jimin was freaking out, hard core. He knew that being a Pokémon trainer would come with its challenges, but he didn’t expect to find himself running through the greenery of Route 1 to return to Pallet Town. It hadn’t even been a few hours since he chose his starter Pokémon and already Jimin was in a frantic rush to go back home and find someone to heal his injured Pokémon. Professor Oak had told him that if his Pokémon was to ever sustain any major injury, or worse faint, that he should take it to the nearest Pokémon Center to be healed. The only problem for Jimin was that the nearest Pokémon Center was in Viridian City, which was a five hour walk from where he was located. Five hours was too long for his Bulbasaur, which he carefully cradled against his chest as he ran through Route 1.

“Hold on. Hold on,” Jimin panted as he ran with all the force he could muster through the paved path. His heart hammered against his chest, begging for him to stop and to rest, but Jimin could not stop. Although his Bulbasaur had been stubborn and unwilling to listen from the get-go, Jimin didn’t want to give up on his Pokémon. He chose his Bulbasaur and he was going to stick with his decision. His Bulbasaur whimpered in pain and Jimin ran faster, the trees on that populated Route 1 blurring. It could not end like this.

Jimin choked back a sob when he started to see the homes that populated the outskirts of Pallet Town. Almost home. His legs began to feel less and less stable, but he continued to push forward. His Bulbasaur needed him.

“Almost there, Bulbasaur. We’re almost there,” Jimin chanted as Professor Oak’s lab came into view. He hoped and prayed that Professor Oak would be in lab. That old coot had a habit of being out in the field when people seemed to need him the most.

The automatic doors of the lab opened all too slowly for Jimin when he arrived. When he entered the main area of the lab, he found it devoid of any person. He noted that the lab was messy as usual with broken PokéDexes splayed onto several tables, opened and unused Pokéballs littering the floor, and computers running long lines of code.

“Hello? I need help! My Pokémon is really hurt,” Jimin called out. He quickly walked around the lab, careful not to step on anything. After searching through a few rooms, to find them devoid of help, Jimin re-entered the main area of the lab. Although no one was still here, Jimin looked down to see the strangest looking Pokémon ever. It wasn’t strange because of its appearance, but because Jimin had never seen a Pokémon like this before he had found its appearance strange. He remembered spending hours absorbing information from books that his mother had bought him about Pokémon in Kanto and this Pokémon was not from any of these books.

The Pokémon was rather small, a little over a foot in height, and stood on its four feet with its body mostly covered in two shades of light blue. The feature that stood out the most to Jimin was the Pokémon’s bright orange cheeks dominated by three spikes on each cheek. The Pokémon blinked at Jimin and tilted its head to the side.

“Mudkip,” the Pokémon chirped. “Mudkip.”

“Mudkip?” Jimin heard a female voice call out. An assistant of Professor Oak, that looked about a year younger or older than him, he could not tell, walked to the Pokémon, Mudkip, with a puzzled look on her face. “Do you need any help?”

“Yes,” Jimin breathed out. His exhaustion from running was finally hitting him and he wasn’t feeling good. His legs felt like they were going to give out, the last few drops of sweat from his forehead were dripping, and he still found it hard to breathe. “My Bulbasaur, he’s hurt and I don’t know what to do,” Jimin explained, choking back a sob. “I know the nearest Pokémon Center is in Viridian City, but I was afraid that if I went all the way there it would be too late for my Bulbasaur.”

The assistant nodded her head and Jimin hoped that she could help him. He didn’t know how long his Bulbasaur had and he didn’t want it to end like this.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Jimin. Park Jimin,” Jimin replied.

“Follow me, Jimin. I’ll heal your Bulbasaur for you,” the assistant said.  

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jimin said as he walked next to the intern.

“Come along, Mudkip,” the assistant said. The Mudkip happily followed the intern as she guided Jimin to an area of Professor Oak’s lab that Jimin had never seen. “Where is the PokéBall for your Bulbasaur?”

“Um, I,” Jimin stuttered. His Bulbasaur groaned in his arms and the assistant frowned.

“Here,” she said with open arms. “Let me hold your Bulbasaur so you can get its PokéBall.”

Jimin gently gave his Bulbasaur to the assistant and searched for the PokéBall in his backpack. “I didn’t put him in his PokéBall, because I didn’t know if it was safe to do that. I was worried it would make him worse,” Jimin stuttered as he pulled out his Bulbasaur’s PokéBall.

“It’s perfectly safe to put your Bulbasaur back in its PokéBall when it’s injured. Some Pokémon trainers put their Pokemon back in the PokeBall when its injured and other trainers prefer to hold on to their Pokémon. It’s just a matter of personal preference,” the assistant explained. Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief. “To heal Bulbasaur he’ll need to be in his PokéBall.” Without a moment of hesitation, which was a first for Jimin today, he returned Bulbasaur to its Pokéball. The assistant place the PokeBall into a machine that Jimin had never seen before and turned it on. “What happened to your Bulbasaur?” The assistant asked after turning on the machine.

Jimin sighed and hung his head low. “I was walking on Route 1 when I came across a Pidgey and I wanted to practice trying to catch my very first Pokémon, but after I let Bulbasaur out of its Pokéball, it wouldn’t listen to me and I got so distracted by my frustration that I didn’t notice until too late that the Pidgey was attacking Bulbasaur. I got in between Bulbasaur and the Pidgey and ran back here when I saw how injured Bulbasaur was.”

“It’s okay, Jimin. You did the right thing.”

“Huh?”

“You did the right thing to bring your Bulbasaur here,” the assistant said with a kind smile.

“Really?”

She nodded her head. “The first month of being a trainer can be pretty rough. Pokémon training is not something a person can master in just a few weeks and it certainly can’t be accomplished just by studying a lot.”

Jimin’s shoulders sagged and he began to wonder if he had really done the right thing.

“I don’t know what I’m even doing,” Jimin admitted, his voice small. “I thought I knew what I was doing. I’ve read books on Pokemon training, I’ve spoken to Pokémon trainers, but I just don’t know.” The assistant sympathetically smiled and gently patted Jimin on the shoulder.

“You’re not alone, Jimin. Although I wasn’t here for it, Professor Oak told me that today there were five people that got their first Pokémon. There are other rookie trainers out there in the world that feel the same way as you do. None us really know how it is until we go out there and try.”

“But no one else is here with their very first Pokémon on the brink of death,” Jimin lamented.

“That’s true,” the assistant said. “But what happened to you today will eventually happen to all of those rookie trainers. Everyone has to go through their first panic of figuring out what to do when their Pokémon is injured.”

The machine beeped, signally that it had finished the request that was made. Jimin moved close the machine, watching it carefully.

“Is Bulbasaur okay?” Jimin asked.

The assistant pulled the Pokéball out of the machine and handed it out to Jimin. “Let him out and you’ll see.”

Jimin released Bulbasaur from its Pokéball and to his complete and utter relief, he saw his Pokemon healthy and healed.

“He’s okay,” Jimin breathed out, with tears welling up in his eyes. He dabbed the tears in his eyes and looked away. “I’m sorry, I’m not normally like this.”

“Don’t worry, I understand.”

Bulbasaur looked around the lab, not quite understanding why it was here. Jimin watched as the assistant’s Mudkip walked to Bulbasaur and welcomed it back to the lab.

“I’ve never seen that Pokémon before,” Jimin stated.

“Mudkip is not from around here. He was a gift given to me by Professor Birch in Littleroot Town,” the assistant explained. Jimin’s eyes widened and it finally made sense as to why he had never seen this assistant before. Pallet Town was a small place with not many people, so it was hard to not know everyone.

“You’re from the Hoenn region,” Jimin realized. The assistant laughed and nodded her head.

“Yup. Originally I’m from Slateport City and after being a Pokémon trainer for about two, three years, I decided to try my hand at being an assistant for a professor in Pokémon research. Today is my first day here in Professor Oak’s lab as his research assistant,” she proudly proclaimed. Jimin was stunned. He had never met anyone from outside of Kanto.

“You’re a long way from home,” he said.

“That’s true, but I love to travel so I don’t mind being far away,” she explained.

Jimin smiled as he watched Mudkip and Bulbasaur interact. It seemed as though the two Pokémon were getting along quite well as Bulbasaur’s vines from its back playfully poked Mudkip’s cheeks.

“Thank you for helping me,” Jimin said as he looked at the research assistant. Since the moment he had come into the lab up until that point, Jimin hadn’t really looked at the assistant since he was preoccupied with the wellbeing of his Bulbasaur. He finally noticed that she was not much shorter than he was, with kind eyes, and her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a long white lab coat, with blue skinny jean and a simple t-shirt underneath her lab coat. Jimin was sure he looked like a mess. He could feel the sweat in the armpits of his red shirt seeping onto his black jacket. The ankles of his jeans were dirty from the dirt that he had run through to get back to Pallet Town. He wished he was as clean as the assistant.

“It’s no problem. I am happy to help,” she replied. Jimin scratched the back of his head, embarrassed that he had not yet asked for her name.

“This is pretty embarrassing, but I forgot to ask what your name was,” Jimin shyly said. The assistant laughed and waved her hand.

“No worries,” she replied. She shared with Jimin her name and he felt his heart tug.

“That’s a pretty name,” Jimin said, although after those words came out of his mouth he felt pretty lame.

“Oh, thank you,” she said with a smile. “What are you going to do next?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin sighed. “Viridian City is the closest city to here, so I should go there, but after today, I don’t really know what to do. I don’t even know if what I am doing is even the right way to go.”

“There is no one right and perfect way to be a Pokémon trainer. Everyone has their own path that they must follow. Of course there are not-so-good ways to be a Pokémon trainer, but you’ll learn those lessons pretty quickly,” the assistant said. “You’ll never know until you try.”

“So I just need to go out there and just try?” Jimin asked with uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That’s what every rookie trainer does. We go out there and we try. We learn from our successes and we learn from our mistakes to be the best Pokemon trainers that we can be,” the assistant answered. “Would it be alright for me to offer one last piece of advice, before you decide which way you will go?”

“Um yeah. That would be great, since I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Jimin said with some laughter.

“There are four other rookie trainers headed to Viridian City. You should find at least one of them and befriend them. I found that traveling around and training to be a great Pokémon trainer was a lot better and easier when I could share that experience with someone. Maybe one of those trainers could be your travel companion.”

“A travel companion?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah. Plus you’ll be able to learn from one another,” she said. Jimin nodded his head and pondered over her idea. It wasn’t something he had ever thought of doing and although she made it sound nice, Jimin wasn’t too sure if he wanted a travel companion.

“I’ll think about it,” Jimin politely said. The assistant didn’t seem hurt by Jimin’s vague answer and for the first time that day, Jimin felt a little bit of peace. “We’ll I’m not going to give up right now. We are going to Viridian City.” Jimin’s Bulbasaur tilted its head to the side as Jimin returned his Pokémon to its Pokéball. He turned back to the assistant and thanked her for all of her help and advice.

Jimin left Professor Oak’s lab, still uncertain about his future, and looked down to his watch. Viridian City was a two and a half hour walk, which still gave him enough time to get their before dark. He decided he would put aside his fear and continue on his path to become a good Pokémon trainer.

When he reached the sign that welcomed travelers to Route 1, Jimin turned back one last time to look at his hometown. He was going to miss home, but he knew that this was something that he was going to have to do. With a newfound resolve, Jimin once again entered onto the road of Route 1.

“Wait!” Jimin heard a person shout from behind. He turned around to see the research assistant running towards him. In a matter of seconds she was standing in front of him, terribly out of breath and holding a small piece of paper in her hand.

“I know you aren’t sure about having a travel companion,” she began to say in between breaths. “But I wanted to give you the lab’s phone number and my contact information in case you have any questions, or you need someone to talk to.”

She gave Jimin the piece of paper and he smiled.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know when I make it to Viridian City,” he said. The assistant smiled and patted Jimin on the head.

“Good luck, Jimin, and stay safe out there.”

Jimin assured her that he would be more careful than he had previously been and set out for his journey.

It would have been a lie for Jimin to say that the uncertainty of his journey didn’t make him nervous, but the kind and reassuring words of the assistant brought a new perspective into Jimin’s heart. This journey would not be easy, but it would not be impossible.

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Allied, Part 11

Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

POV: 1st Person

Type: Angst/Fluff/Series/Other

Word Count: 2,710

Summary: The world is in turmoil. There are few functioning governments left and an incurable disease has wiped out most of the human population. It’s every man for himself until you find an ally who becomes more.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

We tried to make the barn feel homier, we really did, but it was a lot harder than it seemed. The sheets and blankets I picked up in the little town were very useful to keep the cold at bay, but the cold wind still found its way into the barn through gaps in the wood. The best we could do was adjust our sleeping arrangements, meaning that the three of us basically slept in one big heap on a bed of hay in the warmest corner of the barn. I usually curled into Jackson with Jaebum behind me. Out of respect for me, we usually slept back to back, but I did wake up with his arm around me once, right around the time when Jackson’s health had taken a turn for the worse.

Jackson’s condition worsened as soon as we started to settle in. On the first day he helped me make our beds of hay and spruce things up. On the fifth, he helped Jaebum build a firepit in the middle of the barn where we could cook food out of the elements. On the sixth, he even went out with Jaebum to hunt, but on the seventh... 

On our seventh morning in the barn, he couldn’t get up. He could barely open his eyes. He was just too weak. When I checked him over, his temperature was through the roof and his heart rate was out of control. I was afraid he might have a heart attack. 

Jaebum went out to find some form of antibiotics right after that, but he came back empty-handed five hours later and it was the same thing the next day. He obviously didn’t know what he was looking for, but he wouldn’t let me go out on my own while he stayed with Jackson.

“It’s too dangerous,” he said. “You’re just a girl and you barely have any experience with your weapons.”

“I was travelling on my own long before I met you or Jackson,” I told him. “You have no right to tell me what I can or cannot do.”

And I was right. I’ve always been on my own. Just because I was finally around other people didn’t mean I was somehow less capable. Who the fuck was he to argue otherwise? He may have contributed a lot to the survival of our little group, but that didn’t magically bestow upon him the title of supreme ruler.

“I can tell you what to do if I think it’ll keep us all safe,” said Jaebum. “Jackson needs you here. I promise I’ll try again tomorrow, but every town within a few miles of here has been picked clean.”

“Yeah, well, while you make excuses Jackson is actively dying!”

“I said I’ll try again in the morning!”

“You do that, but you can sleep in your own fucking haybale tonight.”

And I made him do it too. Before he could lie down with us that night, I pelted him with his own blanket and a sheet. He grumbled for a bit, but he was too tired to put up a fight, making himself a bed almost four meters away from me and Jackson.

With all of us settled in for the night, the only sound to be heard was Jackson’s haggard breathing that echoed through the barn. He hadn’t spoken to me in 48 hours. It was too much of a struggle to open his mouth on his own and I could tell he was in serious pain. I had to feed him small sips of broth at a time. If we were lucky, I could get him to chew on little pieces of canned meat.

Reaching out my hand, I let the backs of my fingers smooth down his stubbly cheek. His skin was excessively warm against mine and I felt my heart ache for him. If only there was something I could do...

The road ahead of me was long but clear of any obstacles. After trying to sleep for another hour or so, I gave up hope and decided to do something productive. 

I found the map in the car. After I sat down in the driver’s seat I turned on the overhead light to examine the map. Several little settlements around us had crosses through them in a black pen. It must have been Jaebum’s way of marking where he’d been. But there were still three other spots he hadn’t marked yet, one of them being a small city. I was already sure that that was where I needed to go. All of these other small town pharmacies were coming up short and I knew for a fact that one thing a city was guaranteed to have was a hospital. So I made sure I had everything I needed, left a small note on the side of the blown-up house for Jaebum to find and drove out into the middle of nowhere.

It took two hours of driving before I could see any signs of a city in the distance and another two before I finally passed a sign that said “Welcome”. I pulled the map into my lap and tried manoeuvring the car while looking where I was going, but I had to stop altogether when I turned onto a main road and found that it was completely blocked by other cars. 

I would have to go on foot the rest of the way.

I closed and locked the car behind me, even though there was probably no one around to steal it. You could never be too sure. Walking around the first line of cars, I saw just how far back they stretched. There was a blockade of cars stretching on for almost four blocks and almost all of them were picked clean of valuables.

Making my through, I noticed a faint sound in the distance, like a dull click or something snapping. Against my better judgement, I followed the sound of the click but stayed low around the cars in case there was someone waiting to ambush me. I followed the sound down a residential street and saw that it was coming from a tree branch making contact with an electric fence, an electric fence that was still powered.

If I listened hard enough, I could hear the hum of a generator in the distance. Just the fact that there was still some form of power around here was exciting, but the people keeping it going could be another story. You could never be sure these days if people wouldn’t just straight up murder you when they saw you. So I did the most logical thing I could do in that situation: I stayed as far away from that place as I could.

I double back the way I came and followed the map. There was a hospital five blocks away from where I was and I needed to get there without being seen. I wasn’t even sure if the hospital would be accessible. Given the fact that there were still people around, they might be guarding it. I would just have to get there and see.

Halfway there I ran into trouble. I spotted a man in the middle of the road, luckily with his back towards me. There was an assault rifle in his hands and it looked like he was wearing heavily padded clothing, maybe even a bullet proof vest. I crouched down behind a parked car as soon as I saw him.

He was looking down the road in the direction I was supposed to go. I needed to find some way around him, but I couldn’t just run down the street while he was watching. He would probably shoot me down in seconds. With his back still turned to me, I stayed low and made my way to the next car. I snuck around that way until there was nowhere left to go unless I wanted him to see me.

There had to be some way to distract him. I could try to sneak up and overpower him, but he was so much bigger than me. That would never work. The only other option was misdirection or hoping he would just leave. It would have to be misdirection.

I had to somehow draw his direction away from me, preferably backwards down the street so he wouldn’t be looking towards the hospital. Peaking around the car I was behind, I looked at the line of abandoned stores across the street. There was a small alleyway off to the left and seeing it immediately gave me an idea. 

If I could somehow lure him in there, I might just have enough time to run down the street and make it to the hospital before he could see me. So I looked around me for something to use. The store I was crouching in front of didn’t have a window anymore and when I looked down, I realised the pavement was covered in broken glass. I looked around for a big enough piece that would make enough noise to get his attention but wasn’t too heavy for me to throw. If it landed on the street, it wouldn’t work. It needed to land in the alley for my plan to work.

Picking up a big enough piece, I peaked around the car to see where the man was. He was still in the same position as last time. I looked at the opening, got a good grip on the glass in my hand and threw it.

It fell and shattered right at the mouth of the alleyway, the sound echoing throughout the quiet street. I saw the man turn to see what made the sound before a ducked back behind the car. I waited a few seconds, but I didn’t see him move. When I looked again, I saw that he simply turned back to his position. So I threw another slightly bigger piece of glass and this time I saw him turn and slowly approach the noise. 

The second I saw him enter the alleyway, I was up and sprinting down the road towards the hospital. I was almost in the parking lot when I heard a shout behind me, but I never turned to look. I just kept running towards the big, grey building ahead of me. Almost falling through the doors, I just kept jogging once I was inside, keeping my eyes peeled for a sign that could show me to the dispensary. 

I realise that someone is probably still chasing me when I hear the loud sound of the reception doors slamming closed somewhere in the distance behind me and in my panic, I duck into the first open room I can find. 

If it wasn’t for the small glazed window on the door, everything would be pitch black and I find myself in what seems to have been an examination room. There is a bed in the corner with a curtain to pull closed around it. On the left is a long counter with a sink, some storage and old medical posters up on the wall above it. It dawns on me that I have nowhere to hide and the door can’t be locked. 

On instinct, I gravitate towards the bed, but then I realise there are cupboards underneath the counter. It will be a tight squeeze, but I’m small enough to fit if I really needed to. And I do.

I hear someone walking outside the exam room followed by the door across the hall opening.

He was checking rooms.

Without taking any time to think about it, I climb into the cupboard and close the door as quietly as I can. There’s a long beat of silence before I hear the exam room door opening and I hold my breath. My heart is hammering in my chest so hard that I think I might pass out and I have to put a hand over my mouth just to keep my shaky breaths inside my body because I knew that if they came out I was done for. The guy with the gun would find me. I would be dead and I wouldn’t get to see Jackson or Jaebum again. Oddly the latter bothered me more than the former.

When I finally heard the door close, I waited another minute before taking a deep breath through my nose. It was shaky and so was the rest of me, but I was still okay. No one had caught me and all was still well. I gave myself some time to calm down before even considered climbing out of the cupboard.

It took me a lot longer to find the courage to leave the room, but I had stuff to do. I had medicine to find and people to get back too. The more time I wasted, the worse things could get. For all I knew, Jackson could already be in a coma or dead. That thought shocked me enough to open the door and step into the dim hallway. There was no sign of the man with the gun, but now that I knew he was in the building with me I needed to be more careful. I also needed to watch out for anyone else.

I crept along the walls, peering carefully around corners and checking if every door I passed was open in case I needed to hide. Every sound made my heart leap into my throat and I had to keep reminding myself that ambient sound was louder when literally everything was quiet. 

I knew I was being really jumpy. It’s not like I couldn’t protect myself. I did bring a gun, after all. I could feel the weight of it against my thigh every time I moved, but I didn’t want to use it. It would just draw more attention to me and if I could get in and out undetected, I would be more than happy.

After what felt like forever of creeping around, I finally made it to the dispensary on the second floor. I slipped inside and very quietly closed the door behind me. The dispensary wasn’t as stocked as I’d hoped. I may have had exaggerated expectations in my mind of a room filled to the brim with medicines that could cure everything imaginable, but what I got was good enough as long as they could help Jackson.

So I started checking everything in the room and if it seemed even remotely useful, I put it in my bag. I grabbed a long piece of gauze, some bandages for smaller injuries, two bottles of penicillin, some syringes, needles, and butterfly stitches. I was reading the label on a bottle of antiseptic ointment when I heard noise in the hall outside, but I realised it was too late as soon as the door flew open.

There stood the man with the gun. The blood in my veins had frozen all over and I couldn’t make myself move. His eyes dipped down to the ointment I was still holding and I saw a vicious scowl take over his whole face.

“That’s not yours,” he growled.

He dove for me at the exact same time my limbs decided to cooperate again and I went flying out of the room with him hot on my heels. I took a corner too slowly and I felt his fingers sink into my shoulder to try and stop me. He yanked me backwards and down, sending me sprawling. I was on the ground and scrambling to get up when I remembered I had a gun. My hand fumbled as I tried to simultaneously reach for my gun and scoot away from him. He was looming over me with his rifle in his hands and before I could even pull my gun out of my waistband, he hit me on against the head with the butt of his own. It sent a searing pain through my skull and I let out a strangled moan at the impact. Before I could even fully register what had happened, he hit me again and I remember feeling the cold, white tiles against my face before being engulfed by darkness.

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Google Search Engine Organic SEO Impacting Updates for 2017

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  Nearing the give up of 2016, Google commenced letting webmasters recognize about imminent modifications to their seek engine rating system that could have an effect on how websites would be viewed in 2017. To keep to rank well in 2017, websites will need to hit positive additional standards. In this article, I speak these key new changes in an effort to impact your website’s organic Seo ratings in the Google seek Engine.

The first object on their list is that of ensuring that your site has a published SSL certificate in location. Now, as ways as Google seek scores move, you may begin to be penalized in case you do not have SSL certificates in the area to your website online.

One of the first actions in this regard already now in place, is that in case you do no longer have an SSL certificates to your website online, the Google Chrome browser will insert and exclamation mark “!” at the URL line to permit a capacity page viewer to be conscious that the site has now not been secured. Clicking on the exclamation mark brings up the details of the security infraction. This new object is now already in place in the browser with the January 2017 Chrome “56” browser update.

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So things are converting. Google now has set up a totally separate seek engine “page indexing” database in their system for cell webpages. The loading candy-spot for a web page is two-4 seconds and if your cell page takes longer to load than this as it’s far getting crawled by Googlebot, Google will make note of it and your page will now not be showing up of their search outcomes for users till you may get this fixed.

This remaining change is going to have add accessories influences on the ones marketers jogging websites the usage of template web page systems as those generally tend to create numerous very “facts” web pages that load poorly. Web pages utilizing numerous “Javascript callouts” which includes whilst “widgets” are used in a WordPress internet site; are extraordinarily fat and slow loading and could have virtually no danger of passing the “Googlebot” crawler pace necessities for cell devices.

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To hit loading times which might be continuously this rapid, will quite a good deal require the construction of “natively coded, respond-onsite” web pages that don’t use widgets of any sort. And even the time take to convert the content material of a current facts page into a quick loading, content filled cellular page takes time which could nonetheless hold your web page out of the short loading category.

In summary, the Google search engine in recent times is seeking out professionally built, natively coded web pages to serve up strong content material to its clients on mobile gadgets. To achieve success with an internet site organically in the destiny, as a result will require for plenty of line marketers, a need to rebuild current websites.

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Places to Be Missed in Moscow

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Moscow is number 7th largest city in the world in terms of population with more than 10 million inhabitants according to the statistics of 2010. Moscow welcomes hundreds of tourists who spend their vacations in Russia every year.

The city was the capital of the Russian Empire, only for 3 years, from 1728 till 1730. Moscow hosts the Kremlin, one of the World Heritage Sites and one of the most wonderful monuments often visited by travelers who tour Russia.

Today we would be exploring some of the interesting places in Moscow

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The Kremlin

The Kremlin is, in fact, one of the most notable monuments of Moscow that is often explored by travelers who tour Russia. This huge complex was first established in the 12th century as a fortress to protect the town against foreign invasions. The complex was attacked by the Mongols in the 14th century. However, the Russians regained control of the palaces in the same century to become the seat of the government of Cesar of Russia. Today the complex consists of many several establishments and buildings that are worth a visit including the Virgin Mary Cathedral, the Weapons Museum, the Cathedral Arena, and the Diamond Fund Museum.

The Red Square

The Red Square of Moscow is one of a marvelous place in the city that is often explored by hundreds of tourists spending their vacations in Russia. The square is famous for hosting the Kremlin, the Mausoleum of Lenin, and a popular historical commercial zone as well. This is where tourists may view some of the most interesting monuments of Moscow.

Although historians assert that its name, the Red Square, has nothing to do with communism and that it was called after the color of the surrounding buildings, many scholars assert that it was partially due to communism that once flourished in the city and the whole nation.

The Mausoleum of Vladimir Lenin

This establishment hosts the dead body of the Vladimir Lenin, the former Russian leader since his death in 1924. It has to be mentioned here that Lenin was mummified and he was never buried. His mausoleum is commonly visited by many locals and tourists who spend their vacations in Russia.

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Property industry reacts to Budget 2017

The Chancellor of the Exchequer, Philip Hammond, has delivered the last ever Spring Budget we will see. And for reasons only known to him, decided to skip the 'housing part'.

How did today's Budget impact the property industy?

Well quite angrilly as you would expect given that there was no mention of anything housing related whatsoever.

As ever, the property industry was quick to react to the news (or in this case, lack of it). Here's what they have been saying:

Russell Quirk, founder and CEO of eMoov.co.uk, had this to say: “Zip. Nada. Zilch… Nothing….

A bitterly disappointing, lacklustre Budget by Mr Hammond in terms of addressing the current UK housing crisis. It is clear he is continuing the head in the sand approach of those before him in bypassing the issue, with a few headline-grabbing business initiatives and the usual proclamations about how great the economy is currently performing.

Ironic that a former property developer should give the subject such inadequate focus within his plans and woeful for those aspirational buyers on the ground still dreaming of getting on the ladder.

The issue of housing has become the final coat of gloss on recent budget announcements, mentioned in passing to tick the boxes of a “well rounded” economic plan, but equating to little more than aesthetic fluff.

A lot of focus on the NHS and how they are the party of the NHS. Does NHS stand for No Housing Speech?" Business Rates

A real shame Mr Hammond hasn’t put his mind to solving backlash around the revaluation of business rates. There is an underlying feeling of angst throughout the population surrounding this uncertainty and he would have done well to use his first Budget as a platform to quell these feelings, but has in effect, chosen to sidestep the issue.”

Graham Davidson, director of Sequre Property Investment, comments: “Private landlords, who are vital to providing rental accommodation for our population, continue to remain in the Government’s firing line thanks to the lack of review or reconsideration of the additional 3% stamp duty on second properties and incoming reduction on mortgage interest rate relief, which we would have liked to see some reform on. However, the reality is that bricks & mortar remains a stable and rewarding investment, with savvy investors able to easily overcome the changes if purchasing the right type of property in the right location.”

James Davis, CEO and founder of online lettings agency, Upad, comments:

The Government is playing with people’s lives and livelihoods

“It must be a first that there was no mention of housing in today’s Budget.

In particular, it was disappointing to not see a U-turn on the catastrophic decision the Chancellor made in the Autumn to ban lettings agent fees. As predicted, rising rents are already on the cards for long suffering tenants with renting now a necessity, as home ownership is out of reach for most Millennials.

Tenants are in some cases already paying up to two thirds of their salary on rent, whilst salaries have stayed stagnant. This will have wider consequences if people can’t afford to go on holiday, or spend money on entertainment – the mental health of the country will suffer and other industries will bear the brunt of this lack of spending. The Government need to realise that they are playing with people’s lives and livelihoods. They need to listen to the people.

Stop landlords from being used as a political football

“Landlords have been used as a political football in the last 12 months, with buy-to-let taxes set to increase from April and no announcement of this being blocked today. Landlords need attracting back into the space rather than being pushed away. Ultimately, it will be the politicians with red faces, as more people fall into arrears and the social housing space, as they can’t afford private rents anymore. Buy-to-let landlords should be enticed through tax incentives, rather than hiking stamp duty, to bring the rental market back into equilibrium.”

Robin Paterson, Joint Chairman & CEO of United Kingdom Sotheby’s International Realty, comments: “After countless calls from the industry for stamp duty reform, I am disappointed to see the Chancellor has continued to ignore the issue. The stamp duty levy continues to have a detrimental effect on the housing market, especially on homes priced over £2 million.

At the very least, the Chancellor should have reduced second home stamp duty on buy to let properties and kept the rates as they are for those with multiple homes they use as residences. These landlords are providing much needed rental accommodation, especially in densely populated cities such as London. The more the government picks on the landlord the more rental prices will increase and home ownership will continue to decline.”

Henry Smith, CEO, Aitch Group: “Another golden opportunity to address the ‘elephant in the room’ has gone amiss. The government has yet again chosen to ignore the effects of a stamp duty levy which is damaging the UK property market, as well as reducing the government’s own tax takings. Lower receipts, reduced transaction volumes and a slower rate of housebuilding have come to define a policy that prevents the housing industry from performing its role effectively.

We are already seeing the 3% surcharge on additional homes impacting the Build to Rent sector and investor confidence, and the effects are being disproportionately felt in the capital where prices are much higher than the UK average. Whether it’s developers, agents, architects, contractors or investors, the negative impact of stamp duty is having an impact across the industry and it is no surprise that leading figures and bodies are demanding a change.”

Glynis Frew, Chief Executive of Hunters Property Plc, had this to say:

No White Paper Follow Up

“The real underlying issue in the housing market is affordably priced homes. The recent Housing White Paper proposed more starter homes for first time buyers, we were keen to hear more on how and when these homes will come to fruition.

The White Paper also discussed releasing land to build, which again is fundamental to helping the housing market. When demand is high and supply is low due to lack of building this drives prices up. It would also have been beneficial for the Chancellor to expand on this.”

Housing Minister Should Join Cabinet:

“The government has openly stated that our housing market is broken, I don’t agree with that but do believe that housing is a fundamental necessity, and therefore should be high on the political agenda. As such, the Housing Minister should join the Cabinet. This would give the issues associated with housing a lot more profile across government. Personally I would welcome regulation of the industry so all agents operated on a level playing field.”

No mention of stamp duty:

“It was unsurprising but still a shame the Chancellor did not address the issues with stamp duty. Stamp duty should be slashed for first time buyers, it is absurd to think first time buyers in London and the South East are finding themselves in the third tax band and are therefore paying a whopping 5% when first stepping onto the ladder. It is no secret there are less first time buyers entering our market than ever before and this unfortunately has a knock on affect for second steppers and further up the ladder.”

Robert Fraser, Managing Director, Fraser & Co comments: "The industry will be disappointed that another opportunity to reform Stamp Duty has been overlooked by the Government. The impact of this counter-productive tax arrangement is being felt at every level of the market, from international investors, to downsizers and first time buyers, where prices at the higher end are faltering and competition at the lower end of the market is intensified.

Transaction volumes have remained strong and steady, but it is no secret that they are not reaching the level they could be. We are living in an unpredictable period in which the London property market needs to be attractive from both a domestic and international perspective, ensuring that conditions are created for the industry to thrive."

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Allied, Part 8

Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

POV: 1st Person

Type: Angst/Fluff/Series/Other

Word Count: 3,151

Summary: The world is in turmoil. There are few functioning governments left and an incurable disease has wiped out most of the human population. It’s every man for himself until you find an ally who becomes more.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

I felt worn out when I woke up. My eyes took a long time to focus and when they finally did, I found myself in an unfamiliar dark room. Panic almost set in again before I realised that Jackson was carrying me before I blacked out. He must have brought me here, wherever here was.

I sat up slowly, rubbing at my eyes that burned a little. My body was sore all over. I was on a bare mattress underneath a worn out comforter. It was still more comfortable than any of the sleeping arrangements I’d had recently, but being in a strange room was still very unnerving.

Getting up slowly, I walked towards the only window in the room, a window that was covered with a thick blanket. I debated whether or not to pull the blanket back and peek outside. The room I was in was pitch black so no one would be able to see in anyway. I decided to go ahead.

We were up quite high, at least six storeys. From that height, I could see a fair amount of the city around us, but only as far as some higher buildings that blocked my view. The city looked like it was on fire. Fires from the streets below lit up the night sky in a soft orange hue that almost reminded me of a sunset. But this was nothing like a sunset. Everything felt much more sinister and knowing that there were people who started those fires made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Quickly letting the blanket fall back into place, I started looking for the door.

There was a very small combined living and kitchen area right outside of the bedroom I was in. Jackson was sat on the couch with his head in his hands. His posture was pitiful. The sight made me want to wrap my arms around him and squeeze until he smiled again, but I didn’t have it in me to initiate something like that. He lifted his head when he heard the bedroom door open and was on me in four long strides, arms wrapping around me and pulling me against him. I guess I didn’t need to be the one to initiate anything. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake,” he said into my hair.

I still wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about his affection just yet, but I wrapped my arms around him nonetheless. It felt undeniably good and comfortable to hold him like this.

“How are you feeling?” he asked when he pulled away.

He didn’t let go of me completely. His one hand rested against my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek, while the other hand held onto my arm. It really seemed like he didn’t want to let go of me.

“I’m fine,” I rasped. “I promise. I just got a little freaked out back there.”

“It’s easy to let this city get to you,” an unfamiliar voice said off to the side.

It belonged to a young man. He had dark hair and an even darker look in his eye. He didn’t look like much of a threat, but he radiated a powerful aura that had me on guard. When I didn’t respond to his comment, he walked closer and held out a hand.

“Jaebum,” he said.

I shook his hand. “Y/N.”

He smiled. “I already know. Jackson wouldn’t stop worrying about you.”

“She was out cold, man,” Jackson tried to defend himself.

It may have just been the warm light seeping in from the world outside, but I could have sworn I saw a blush tinge his cheeks.

“Where are we?” I asked Jackson.

“This is Jaebum’s apartment. Kind of.”

“It’s more like a safe house,” Jaebum explained. “I don’t own it or anything. There are a few other people who live in this building and we have a kind of agreement about who gets to sleep where.”

I looked back out of the open sliver of window. “How high up are we?”

“We’re on the seventh floor.”

I took a seat on the couch. It was old and patched up haphazardly, but it would do. I still didn’t feel too great. It had been a really long time since I’d been that close to a sick person. Her face was etched into my brain like a horror movie on loop. Something like that wasn’t easy to forget.

“Thank you, Jaebum,” I said. “Seriously.”

His smile was slight but genuine. “You’re welcome.”

Jackson thanked Jaebum as well before taking a seat next to me on the couch. 

“Can I make you guys something to eat?” Jaebum offered.

“We’d never say no,” Jackson answered for the both of us.

As Jaebum busied himself in the small kitchen, the reality of our situation settled over me once more. Jackson was dead set on getting to China and even if he never said so, I knew he was hoping I would go with him. In the short while I’ve known him it was pretty easy to figure out that he didn’t do well on his own. He loved talking too much and he thrived on touch. As endearing as all that was, I didn’t think I could continue travelling with him like that. My loner instincts just wouldn’t let me. I just needed him to get me out of the city in one piece. After that, it would be easier for us to go our separate ways.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked him.

“We keep going North until we’re out, I guess,” he said. “We’ll figure out what the next step is after that.”

“You guys are heading for the northern checkpoint?” Jaebum asked as he handed us each a bowl of noodles. 

I don’t think I’ve ever drooled over ramen like that. I breathed a quick thank you before tucking in like a wild animal.

“Yeah,” was Jackson’s garbled answer through a mouth full of food. He apparently had the same thought process as me.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Jaebum said, blowing on his food before tucking in, unlike us.

“Why not?” I asked, momentarily forgetting about my food.

“The place is a war zone. They have at least three explosions a week and even firefights on some occasions. Civilians generally steer clear of the entire northern border. Half of the time there aren’t even any soldiers to let you through the checkpoint because they’re too busy trying not to die.”

“Whoa,” Jackson said, a string of noodles hanging from his mouth.

“Who’s responsible for the explosions, though?” I asked.

“Rebels,” Jaebum answered easily. “There’s a group operating inside the city who are trying to seize power from the military.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Plenty of reasons. Politics, greed, stupidity... Some people even believe they’re out to stir up trouble because they’re bored. I personally believe they’re fighting for change. They saw that the system in place wasn’t working and stepped up to fix it. It’s all pretty interesting, really.”

“How do you know all this?” I asked.

“I was one of them.”

“So you helped set up explosions?” I asked Jaebum the next day.

“A few,” he said nonchalantly as he climbed over a chain link fence leading into a narrow alleyway. 

I shot Jackson a look of concern and he shrugged. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t taking this more seriously. We were in the company of a terrorist and he was acting like we were on our way to get ice cream with an old friend.

Jackson helped me over the fence without me having to ask and then he jumped over to join us on the other side. Jaebum was showing us around the neighbourhood, helping us figure out the road we’d be taking to get out of the city. The plan to get out through the northern checkpoint was a bust, so our next best bet was to exit through the west via the river, but that wouldn’t be easy either. As the main waterway through the city, it was under constant guard. There was no safe way of travelling along the riverbank, but going by boat would make us incredibly visible. There was no way of guaranteeing we could find a working boat in the first place.

We made our way through the alleyway. There were all kinds of debris littered throughout and wooden pallets pushed up against the walls to clear a path. If they went to that kind of trouble, they could have taken down the fence we had to vault over as well. Jaebum led us out of the alley into the street. 

There were more people around, mulling about and walking along small groups. We walked against the current of people in the direction of a large, dilapidated building. It looked like an old market. A few people set up small stalls outside where they sold fresh fruits and vegetables. Others sold more unsettling merchandise like extreme looking weapons and murky-looking liquids in small phials. I didn’t really want to find out what they were for.

Jaebum sped up his pace once we were inside the crowd. Jackson followed suit, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with them. I appreciated the gesture, not wanting to get lost in the throng of people. We entered the building and jogged up two flights of stairs before we started to slow down. There were fewer people up there with us, but the halls were darker and cold. The windows were boarded up. Why would the windows be boarded up on the third floor?

“Over here,” said Jaebum, leading us to an inconspicuous door at the end of the hall.

He opened it for us to go in first, checking no one followed us before closing it behind him and locking it. It was a pretty nondescript room. The lighting was dim and there was a table in the middle. It looked like any kind of storeroom otherwise, the walls lined with wooden crates stacked so high they almost touched the ceiling. They were all marked with the logo of an old supermarket chain. I’d bet money that there weren’t groceries inside.

Jaebum pulled a smaller crate from one of the piles and carried it over to the table. I noticed that it didn’t have the logo on it. He opened it, stuck his hand into the packing peanuts and pulled out a gun.

Jackson and I both took a step back.

“What the fuck?”

Jaebum looked at us like there was absolutely nothing off about him casually pulling out a gun. 

“What?”

Jackson’s eyes were wide as he kept them on Jaebum. “Is this whole room full of guns?”

“Not just guns,” said Jaebum far too nonchalantly. “There are some grenades and a mortar somewhere in here too.”

“Again,” I said. “What the fuck?”

“You’re going to need something to protect yourselves. How else do you guys expect to get out of the city in one piece?”

“We were thinking stealthily. This,” I say as I gesture around the room. “Is as far from stealth as it can get.”

Jaebum puts the gun down on the table between us and levels me with his intense stare.

“I don’t think you guys quite understand how insane this city is. You’ve barely glimpsed it. It’s not just sick people and rebels. What’s left of the army inside the city has all the power. The rebels aren’t the bad guys here. I know that’s what you think because I told you about the bombs, but it’s nothing compared to what the military has done. They’re completely out of line. You’re not getting out of this city in one piece if you’re not armed.”

Jackson was tense beside me. We should have never come to the city. We should have just gone around like I insisted at first. Now we were stuck in a proverbial hell hole with a radical watching over us. The circumstances weren’t ideal at all.

Jaebum laid out a selection of guns. None of them was very large, but they were intimidating nonetheless. I watched Jackson reach out tentatively to pick one up. He turned it around in his hand to look at it, keeping his fingers as far away from the trigger as possible. It probably wasn’t loaded, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. I would have handled it the same if it were me.

“Have you used one of those?”

Jackson and I both look at Jaebum. Jackson shakes his head.

Jaebum smiles almost softly. “That’s a semi-automatic pistol. Most of these are. This one,” he says as he picks up a gun with a long narrow barrel. “Is a revolver. A Colt to be more specific. It’s not as fast as the one you’re holding, but it packs a punch.”

“Which of them is better then?” asks Jackson.

“They’re both good in their own way. I’d say the pistol is a better all rounder. The revolver is for emergencies only. At least that’s how I use it. It’s been pretty useful moving through the city so far.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “You’ve used it in the city before?”

“Of course. I didn’t want to die.”

Of course, I think. It would be necessary.

“Have you made up your minds yet?”

Jackson and I turn to look at each other. Not a word is exchanged between us, but I think we both know what is going to happen in the near future and we have to plan for that.

It’s almost dawn. The sky is just beginning to get a semblance of daytime colour and the world is still, except for the quiet swoosh of the water beneath our boat.

It took us two days to plan this “escape”. Jaebum handled most of the logistics and even took care of us while we stayed in the city. For a while I was convinced it was a trap of some kind, but before long I realised that Jaebum wasn’t just doing it for us. He wanted out of the city too.

So we stocked up on food, ammo, and other supplies, and found a usable boat that could get us just far enough up the river where we would be outside the military’s reach and jurisdiction. It seemed like it could work, but I never took into account how open we’d be in the middle of the river. Anyone on the banks could spot us easily. There weren’t any other moving boats, just half-sunken wrecks abandoned along the length of it. 

We were well and truly sitting ducks.

Jackson and Jaebum were rowing. Using the motor would just draw attention to us quicker, so that was only to be used once we were almost out or in the event of an emergency. It was my job to keep an eye out for any obstacles or other problems.

We were just passing underneath a bridge when I spotted the first signs of trouble.

“Patrols,” I whispered furiously. “Up ahead. Over on the left bank.”

The guys stopped rowing immediately, pulling their paddles in close to them and lying down in the boat. I did the same, except I kept a hand near the motor in case we had to make a getaway. Our boat was quietly drifting past an old sunken tourist boat and I hoped desperately that it might disguise us somehow. 

It seemed to work. No one was looking in our direction, but I was afraid that if they did, the movement of the boat would give us away. So we hung tight. None of us moved. We stayed perfectly still for what felt like forever. Eventually, the boat drifted past where I spotted them on its own and we were still alive. Jaebum was the first to check if we were safe. He lifted his head just enough to peek over the side of the boat and when he sighed before sitting up again, I took a deep breath.

“I think we’re clear,” he said, making me and Jackson sit up too.

It wasn’t two seconds later that we were blinded by a bright light.

“Stop right there!” ordered a voice over a loudspeaker and I felt my heart leap into my throat.

“Motor!” I heard Jaebum scream. “Now!”

I was already freaking out trying to get the motor going, pulling furiously at the chain, but it wasn’t taking. Jackson pushed me out of the way and started it on the first yank.

“Stop!” yelled the loudspeaker voice again, but we were already taking off in the opposite direction.

Then the sound of gunfire rang out around us.

We tried taking cover against the side of the boat as best as we could, returning fire as we went, but it didn’t mean much when they were damaging the boat. The sound of gunfire was so intense, we barely registered the sound of the motor or the shouting coming from the patrol. I felt a bullet fly through the hull just above my head and felt the water start to pour in. Jackson tried to steer the boat from the floor, but he couldn’t see where we were going, so he sat up again, driving us in behind wrecks and trying to lose the cars up on the shore. Luckily there was more debris on the road along the river and they started falling behind pretty fast. We didn’t look back. Jackson kept us going until we were finally outside the city limits. The boat was still rapidly filling with water and I hoped we would make it somewhere safe to stop soon. 

Jackson took us another few miles away, where the water was clearer of wrecks and the concrete banks turned into dirt before we went ashore.

The sun was up then, but only barely. When I saw the state of our boat in the light I realised we were lucky to even be alive. We clambered out and left it right there in the dirt. I was wringing out the bottoms of my jeans when I heard Jaebum cheer and couldn’t help but smile.

“We made,” he yelled. “We made it! We’re out of that fucking city! I’m finally out!”

He clapped Jackson on the shoulder and I watched Jackson’s happy expression twist into one of pain. Jaebum pulled his hand back like Jackson had burnt him and immediately apologised.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I approached Jackson.

“It’s nothing,” he said, but anyone could hear the strain in his voice.

It was then that I looked at the shoulder Jaebum hit and saw a dark patch on the outside of his jacket. I pulled back his jacket to get a look at the damage and gasped when I saw, not one, but two large blood stains spreading across his shoulder and abdomen.

“You’ve been shot.”

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