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||Save Me - A BTS Dystopian Underworld AU||

CALLING ALL ACTIVE BTS RP’ers!

Mod @a-crack-in-the-marble and I have started a discord channel dedicated to dark and angsty plots!

In 2047 tensions between world powers grow causing unrest and high levels of poverty. Crime escalates as a result and in many countries, South Korea included, military presence grows stronger. With the increased control and regulation of society, a rough and dark underworld develops in resistance to the ever-tightening restrictions. To ignore the lure of the underground world is to be among the poor and oppressed.

General Rules

Activity is key! We understand that life is a thing, and that people are busy, but we’d like the members to be as active as they can. So, if a member goes inactive for a week without notice we will give a warning. After two more days if nothing has changed we’ll have to terminate your character.

You must be 18+ to join the group! Mature content will be written.

Please let us know about any triggers you have, but keep in mind this is a dark au plot and there will be sensitive material. So, consider this before joining.

To Apply

Open Characters: RM, Suga, V, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, Jungkook,

Please message @a-crack-in-the-marble or myself with what character you’d like to play and a 1-2 paragraph writing sample from a previous rp or fic (doesn’t have to necessarily be BTS related)

Dropping this on my other blogs as well:

;;Yo! So I got Discord, and I’d love to try writing over there. Especially with more sensitive and potential triggering threads. I’m really new on it, so I’m still working on how to use it, but hey whatever. if you’re interested, give this a like and I’ll drop you my username and number~

#anime rp #indie rp #indie gay rp #yuri on ice rp #yoi rp

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The Kazakh watched Yuri’s eyes as they traveled to his neck, loving the way his eyes flared to life when he was focused on something. “just because people like me, does not mean I would let them replace you. I don’t like any of them nearly as much as I like you”, he promised, his voice low and serious. As if to prove his point he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and leaned into his shoulder, gently brushing his lips against the blond’s collarbone.

Yuri shivers as warm lips brushed against his pale skin, his hands snaking around him to latch behind his neck, “Mhm...I want to believe you, and I guess I have to don’t I?” he sighs, clinging to his boyfriend with everything he had, “I’m being real stupid, I know. I just don’t want to lose you, not to anyone. I know you’re going to tell me I have nothing to worry about, but I fuckin’ worry. ya know?”

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Otabek pushed the loose strands of hair away from Yuri’s face, letting his hand linger a moment longer than was necessary. “It’s okay Yura, it’s not like I could ever replace you with anyone else”, the Kazakh replied bluntly. He missed Yuri terribly when they weren’t together but he would never admit that out loud.

Yuri sighed softly as Beka’s finger’s brushed against his skin in that way, humming more to himself than replying right away. The Russian glared at the Kazakh’s throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke, fascinated in the way it vibrated, “You say that...” he grumbles, “But everyone likes you, Beka. Everyone does, and some day you might realize you don’t need me.”

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Have you considered wearing a tiger fursuit for your next performance?

“Uh— That might be opening up a whole different can of worm, don’tjathink?”

#i'm dead #gideongaye

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“Beka...I’m sorry I’ve been so distant.” Yuri grumbled, unable to look up at his boyfriend, “I know...I know you have other friends and all, and you don’t need me around all the time. I just— I wish I could be there more.” it had been eating at him, that he was seemed so far away all the time.

#oops

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DEAD

FUCK

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Vampire Sentence Starters

“You smell delicious, I’d do anything for just a little bite of you~”

“Just a small bite, please? I’m starving…”

“Yes I know I’m fucking pale you’re not the first person to tell me I’ve been alive longer than your whole god damn family”

“Does it ever suck not being able to have human food?”

“You have some blood…. uh…… everywhere”

“So do you really hate werewolves or is that a fanfiction trope?”

“Can you turn me?”

“Would you eat me if I was the last source of food for you?”

“You’re a really shitty cuddle partner, YOU’RE ALWAYS SO GOD DAMN COLD”

“I know I drink blood but I don’t whore around to every blood source, relax”

“Make another twilight reference, see what happens”

“Yeah I was just turned ten years ago I don’t know who Hamilton is.”

“I can’t believe you dehumanize us so much in fiction”

“Dracula WAS real but not like THIS”

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Otabek’s head was pounding. He tried to figure out where he was based on the sounds he heard so he wouldn’t have to open his eyes, but wherever he was it was pretty quiet. He slowly opened up his eyes and was greeted by an even more intense throbbing pain, adding pressure to his temples. ‘A hospital… of course’. He remembered hitting the ground then searching for his phone. Why had he needed his phone? His aching head struggled to figure out why he cared so much about his phone when sitting on the rough stone with a gash in his head… Yuri. Of course it was Yuri that had been his concern. That same concern pushed itself to the forefront of Otabek’s mind. He hoped that Yuri hadn’t thought he stood him up. He needed to get a message to him, needed to find his phone. He turned his body towards the nightstand, causing a shooting pain to rip at his shoulder.

He slowed his pace and carefully turned just his head in the direction of the nightstand. His phone wasn’t there, but there was no need for a phone… Yuri was in the hospital room with him. He watched the blond sleep as he was curled up in a small chair beside the Kazakh’s bed. Of course Yuri was curled up like a cat. He took the opportunity to watch Yuri’s peaceful face. As long as Yuri was asleep whatever would be said next could remain unsaid for a little longer. Suddenly Otabek was afraid- no, Otabek was terrified of what Yuri was going to tell him when he woke up. He would like to think that Yuri’s being here meant something, but it could just be guilt from being on bad terms. While Yuri slept soundly a nurse came in and gave Otabek more pain medication. The medicine was strong and made the pain subside but in turn his mind became frustratingly disoriented. He watched Yuri as the medicine took hold. Yuri stirred slightly in his sleep. Otabek hoped he wasn’t having a nightmare. Otabek fought against his own heavy eye lids but it was useless. The medicine was too strong for Otabek to resist. As the injured man was giving into the strongly effective drugs he saw Yuri’s stirrings pull him out of his sleep. He watched as Yuri slowly sat up, bringing his gem-like eyes upwards to meet Otabek’s briefly before Otabek softly slurred out the Russian’s name, “Yuraaaa”. For the second time, everything went dark.

It had been two days since the crash, and Yuri had only left the hospital to shower and change his clothes. Even then it was a quick affair. Everyone was urging Yuri to give Otabek some space, because he was helping no one with his attitude, apparently. IT wasn’t his fault that everyone around him was acting like a moron. Beka was hurt! What did they not understand about that? He was hurt, and it was his God damned fault, and everyone telling him otherwise was an idiot. Beka shouldn’t have been riding around in his state, he knew the skater hadn’t slept the night before. Or at least that’s what some other’s had said when they saw him leave that morning. He looked like shit apparently.

Yuri almost punched JJ in the face for cracking a joke, but Yuuri had caught his fist and held his hand. The other Yuri. He knew how to calm him down in the worst of ways, despite how the younger skater acted, the older man was practically an older brother. It was just— Everything was a complete disaster. He hated himself for this.

It was the morning of the third day, and Yuri woke up, his breath catching in his throat as he locked eyes with Otabek. A quick smile formed on his lips, “Beka! You’re aw—” he didn’t even get the words out before his name was slurred out of the man’s lips and he promptly passed back out. That. That right there threw Yuri right over the edge. “Beka! No! Beka wake up damn it!” the Russian is at his bedside, shaking the man’s shoudlers. Not enough to hurt him of course, but enough for a certain Viktor Nikiforov to swoop in and snatch Yuri up by his waist and hauled him away.

“Yurachka!” the other Russian snaps, “What are you doing?” Yuri is thrashing in the man’s hold, breaking down.

“H-He was awake! He fucking opened his eyes Viktor! H-He’s never...How is he...” he wasn’t breathing, ans soon a crowd was surrounding him. Skaters that had been camping out at the hospital, waiting for news about their friend.

“Yurio—” Katsuki murmurs, coming up close, and urging Viktor to put the younger down, “You should go get some rest. Otabek will be okay, he just...he needs rest, and you can’t keep torturing yourself over this...It’s not good for you.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Yuri snarled, but suddenly there was a cell phone being shoved in his hand, Viktor giving him a pointed look as he handed it over.

“It’s Nikolai...I called him. Go. Talk to your grandfather for a bit.” If there was anyone who could talk Yuri down, it was grandpa.

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Otabek tried to sleep after he messaged Yuri but he couldn’t. He was too worked up and his heart was too worried. Whatever happened, he would remain calm and attentive to Yuri’s needs. After all that’s who all of this craziness was about. Yura, who walked into his life and changed everything in the blink of an eye. The Kazakh skater gave up on sleeping and decided to go for a ride instead. It was really the only time in the past few days that he had been able to clear his head and think even somewhat rationally. It was only quarter after three so Otabek decided to ride outside of the city and into a more rural area. He was enjoying the ride, but he wished Yuri were with him. He let his mind wander as he sped around the curves, He loved riding with Yuri because it was the only time that Otabek didn’t question how Yuri felt about him. Yuri would put all his trust in Beka as he held fast to the driver’s waist and the pair would fly across the ground letting the wind rush around them and carry all the drama away. If only Yuri could be on the bike with him now. Otabek could have sworn he could almost feel Yuri’s slender hands around his waist as he sped around a narrow curve.

Otabek snapped back to reality harshly as he caught a small cat wander into the street and he corrected his steering, hard—to hard— to avoid hurting the animal. He tried to slow down but it was useless. His now reckless path was made of cobblestone and his speed was too great to slow down safely. He knew he wasn’t going to make it out of this without crashing. He audibly cursed himself, “fucking idiot! You should have been paying attention. You know better!”,The rough stone grabbed at his tires and pulled them out from under him. He hit the stone—hard. He tried to sit up but his whole body ached. He reached up to feel his head and there was blood. He saw several people looking in his direction but he couldn’t hear them. He could barely see them. It was like walking into a dimly lit room after being in the sun all day. Everything was dark and lacking detail. He had a brief moment of alertness as he grasped at his jacket pocket, pawing desperately to reach his phone… Yuri was waiting for him. How could he let him down? “Yura..”, he whispered weakly before everything went black…

Yuri waited a whole hour at the cafe, until they began to question why he hadn’t ordered anything, and Yuri finally tried to call Otabek. It went straight to voicemail. Was he being stood up? No, something felt wrong about this. Something in the pit of his stomach told him there was something not right, Otabek wouldn’t do this. Not after everything they had done to one another last night. He sighs, and tries to call Beka again, and again. Maybe he just forgot? That was possible wasn’t it? Yuri was walking back to the hotel when a taxi came screeching up beside him, alarmed Yakov came sprinting— Yes, Yakov ran to him, and after that things were a blur.

Beka was in the hospital.

His body and mind both went numb. He didn’t cry. He didn’t say anything as they got to the hospital and he was lead to Otabek’s room. The older skater was in the bed, and Yuri felt like he was going to vomit. His immediate thought was that he was going to die. He was going to die, and he was never going to tell him that he was madly in fucking love with him.

Yakov leaves him, and Yuri goes to Beka’s side, grasping his hand shamelessly in his own. He has scraps along his cheek, and a gash that had been stitched up on his temple. His eyes are still dry. Eyes of a soldier. Orabek wouldn’t want him to cry. He hated when he cried, he knew that much about the other. Pale hands squeeze harder, his chest constricting. He couldn’t breath. The white hospital walls slowly closing in on him, and causing his head to spin. Yuri actualy has to double over, pressing his forehead into Otabek’s arm. No. Breathe. Fuck. Breathe, Yuri. He has to tell himself, but it was too late. Yuri was in full blown panic attack mode.

He gasps and sputters, but no tears fall. “B-Beka...” he manages, “I-I love you. I love you, please wake up.”