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meltingpenguins · 8 months

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Ineffable.

One of the most beloved and important words in the Good Omens fandom.

But are people aware just how deep it goes in the book? How much, in the book, it is tied to Crowley and Aziraphale's character-arc and development throughout human history?

When the word is first use by Aziraphale it's when he declares that one shouldn't question the Almighty's ways cause they're ineffable, not for people like him or Crowley to understand.

“You’ve got to admit it’s a bit of a pantomime, though,” said Crawly. “I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ‘Don’t Touch’ in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He’s really planning.” “Best not to speculate, really,” said Aziraphale. “You can’t second-guess ineffability, I always say. There’s Right, and there’s Wrong. If you do Wrong when you’re told to do Right, you deserve to be punished. Er.”

This is in the Garden of Eden. Aziraphale has just been appointed to guard the Eastern Gate, and has given away the flaming sword he had received for that task, meaning he was meant to strike down anyone who tries to get into the garden (i.e. Adam and Eve, at the time), and instead defied God's orders and gave the sword away.

What Aziraphale is doing here is he's using 'ineffable' as a 'get out of jail free-card'. He's using it in a way that pretty much says

'I technically agree with you, but I mustn't doubt the Almighty, what with me being an angel and all, and you know first hand what doubting and questioning God entitles.'

He has his doubts about the whole tree thing and all, but he fears Falling, so he weasels his way around it. Doesn't mean he's not thoroughly rattled at what happened and what might happen:

“I’m not sure it’s actually possible for you to do evil,” said Crawly sarcastically. Aziraphale didn’t notice the tone. “Oh, I do hope so,” he said. “I really do hope so. It’s been worrying me all afternoon.” They watched the rain for a while. “Funny thing is,” said Crawly, “I keep wondering whether the apple thing wasn’t the right thing to do, as well. A demon can get into real trouble, doing the right thing.” He nudged the angel. “Funny if we both got it wrong, eh? Funny if I did the good thing and you did the bad one, eh?” “Not really,” said Aziraphale. Crawly looked at the rain. “No,” he said, sobering up. “I suppose not.”

Here we have Crowley/Crawly pretty much forget for a moment who he is talking to. He might try to cheer Aziraphale up (he's only mentioning that a demon can get into trouble for doing the right thing) already showing traces of his own kindness, but Aziraphale's dry 'not really' and Crowley's reaction to it show how worried Aziraphale is, and Crowley respects that. Knowing first hand that the angel has all reasons to be worried.

But, chronologically speaking, the next time we see Aziraphale use 'ineffable' it's about 5000 years later:

And just when you’d think they were more malignant than ever Hell could be, they could occasionally show more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of. Often the same individual was involved. It was this free-will thing, of course. It was a bugger. Aziraphale had tried to explain it to him once. The whole point, he’d said—this was somewhere around 1020, when they’d first reached their little Arrangement—the whole point was that when a human was good or bad it was because they wanted to be. Whereas people like Crowley and, of course, himself, were set in their ways right from the start. People couldn’t become truly holy, he said, unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked. Crowley had thought about this for some time and, around about 1023, had said, Hang on, that only works, right, if you start everyone off equal, okay? You can’t start someone off in a muddy shack in the middle of a war zone and expect them to do as well as someone born in a castle. Ah, Aziraphale had said, that’s the good bit. The lower you start, the more opportunities you have. Crowley had said, That’s lunatic. No, said Aziraphale, it’s ineffable.

See the shift? Now Aziraphale is using the term as a 'argument winner'. Like a smug 'I'm right, you're wrong, nothing you can do about it'. Why?

Because over 5000 years Aziraphale really settled into being upper class, posh, privileged. What's he's doing here is very much in the same vein as all those 'if you can't pay rent eat less avocado toast' articles.

He's saying that poor people have 'more' opportunities in life (not just in terms of doing good or bad, looking at it) than rich people, because why should rich people take up jobs for example. It is a twisted logic we still see today from people in positions of privilege.

The kind of people that will tell you you have much more a shot at saving the planet because you can just use paper straws, while they are woefully barred from doing this kind of good because there's only fancy black plastic straws on their private jets and yachts.

And they expect you to agree with that.

Aziraphale has the heart in the right place, but he's still an asshole who has grown very comfortable being part of the human upper crust.

(Crowley, and Hell by extension are more akin to the working class folks, and Crowley endorses it, but that is an analysis for another time)

So yeah, by now 'ineffable' has become more of an argument winner.

One that Crowley throws back into Aziraphale's face at a later point and with great impact, but we'll come to that in a moment.

Because chronologically speaking, we see another shift in its use:

“Listen,” said Crowley desperately, “how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean.” Aziraphale looked taken aback. “Well, I should think—” he began. “Two,” said Crowley. “Elgar and Liszt. That’s all. We’ve got the rest. Beethoven, Brahms, all the Bachs, Mozart, the lot. Can you imagine eternity with Elgar?” Aziraphale shut his eyes. “All too easily,” he groaned. “That’s it, then,” said Crowley, with a gleam of triumph. He knew Aziraphale’s weak spot all right. “No more compact discs. No more Albert Hall. No more Proms. No more Glyndbourne. Just celestial harmonies all day long.” “Ineffable,” Aziraphale murmured.

This is when Crowley is trying to convince Aziraphale that this whole Armageddon business is a rotten cause, and let's just not do it and all...

Now Aziraphale uses 'ineffable' in a way more akin to what it was used like in Eden, but with a bit of a twist. Now it's more of a 'I mustn't question God's ways, but dang I have an urge to bite someone'. It's again used as a way to avoid outright doubting god, but he's really grumpy about it.

Curiously, when he uses it again a few lines further down:

“And then Game Over, Insert Coin?” said Crowley. “Sometimes I find your methods of expression a little difficult to follow.” “I like the seas as they are. It doesn’t have to happen. You don’t have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.” Aziraphale shrugged again. “That’s ineffable wisdom for you, I’m afraid.” The angel shuddered, and pulled his coat around him. Gray clouds were piling up over the city.

Now it's more leaning towards argument winner again, but mixed with the above. (but leaning towards argument winner, or better argument ender.)

The next use is from Crowley, when they're both very plastered:

Crowley decided not to argue the point. “There you are then,” he said. “All creatures great and smoke. I mean small. Great and small. Lot of them with brains. And then, bazamm.” “But you’re part of it,” said Aziraphale. “You tempt people. You’re good at it.” Crowley thumped his glass on the table. “That’s different. They don’t have to say yes. That’s the ineffable bit, right? Your side made it up. You’ve got to keep testing people. But not to destruction.”

Crowley is using it part in the dictionary meaning of the word, half in a throwing it back into Aziraphale's face way, as if to say 'hey, here's this nonsensical bit that people keep getting told not to question, cause if they would it'd very quickly fall apart'

However:

“I can’t interfere with divine plans,” he croaked. Crowley looked speculatively into his glass, and then filled it again. “What about diabolical ones?” he said. “Pardon?” “Well, it’s got to be a diabolical plan, hasn’t it? We’re doing it. My side.” “Ah, but it’s all part of the overall divine plan,” said Aziraphale. “Your side can’t do anything without it being part of the ineffable divine plan,” he added, with a trace of smugness. “You wish!” “No, that’s the—” Aziraphale snapped his fingers irritably. “The thing. What d’you call it in your colorful idiom? The line at the bottom.” “The bottom line.” “Yes. It’s that.”

Now (a few lines of drunken philosophizing and stumbling over each other's thought) Aziraphale uses the term very smugly again, in an attempt to get the upper hand in the argument. Crowley's not buying it.

Aziraphale still tries, though:

“Then you can’t be certain, correct me if I’m wrong, you can’t be certain that thwarting it isn’t part of the divine plan too. I mean, you’re supposed to thwart the wiles of the Evil One at every turn, aren’t you?” Aziraphale hesitated. “There is that, yes.” “You see a wile, you thwart. Am I right?” “Broadly, broadly. Actually I encourage humans to do the actual thwarting. Because of ineffability, you understand.”

(Translation: I -could- do that myself, but I can't be arsed, too much work)

Then, 11 years later, we have this bit:

He thumped the steering wheel. “You’ll be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you, down there,” he said. “I imagine they’re very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there,” said Aziraphale. “Come off it. Your lot get ineffable mercy,” said Crowley sourly. “Yes? Did you ever visit Gomorrah?” “Sure,” said the demon. “There was this great little tavern where you could get these terrific fermented date-palm cocktails with nutmeg and crushed lemongrass—” “I meant afterwards.” “Oh.”

Crowley uses it in a similar way to how he used it in the drunken talk, but more bitter. And in a 'I know how much you love using this word to win arguments >:Y ' way.

And then comes the bit where everything culminates:

“What’d I do? What’d I do?” said Crowley, pushing open doors at random. “There are people out there shooting one another!” “Well, that’s just it, isn’t it? They’re doing it themselves. It’s what they really want to do. I just assisted them. Think of it as a microcosm of the universe. Free will for everyone. Ineffable, right?” Aziraphale glared. “Oh, all right,” said Crowley wretchedly. “No one’s actually going to get killed. They’re all going to have miraculous escapes. It wouldn’t be any fun otherwise.” Aziraphale relaxed. “You know, Crowley,” he said, beaming, “I’ve always said that, deep down inside, you’re really quite a—” “All right, all right,” Crowley snapped. “Tell the whole blessed world, why don’t you?”

THIS is the ultimate bit of usage of the term between these two. Crowley takes the word that Aziraphale, for 6000 has come to use as a privileged way of winning arguments and throws it back into the angel's face.

And Aziraphale? He catches on, but he also knows Crowley well enough for a glare to convey two things:

That was low, but alright, I get you, and I apologize for using the term to win arguments.

However, I know how much you care about humans and Earth and all, even though that is a thing -you- can't say out loud, so I know you are not happy with the prospect of these people killing each other.

Because after this moment, the term is used twice in a way that seems to have it replace 'fucking' or 'bullshit' or 'ffs can't we just get our shit together about this', by all means:

Good old Malachi. He’d been a nice old boy, sitting there, dreaming about future popes. Complete piss artist, of course. Could have been a real thinker, if it hadn’t been for the poteen. A sad end. Sometimes you really had to hope that the ineffable plan had been properly thought out.

(when we learn more about Aziraphale's collection of prophecies and which prophets he knew personally)

“This is not to say you have not performed well,” said the voice. “You will receive a commendation. Well done.” “Thank you,” said Aziraphale. The bitterness in his voice would have soured milk. “I’d forgotten about ineffability, obviously.” “We thought you had.” “May I ask,” said the angel, “to whom have I been speaking?” The voice said, “We are the Metatron.”

(When Aziraphale's contacting Heaven)

His shades flew to a far corner of the room, and became a puddle of burning plastic. Yellow eyes with slitted vertical pupils were revealed. Wet and steaming, face ash-blackened, as far from cool as it was possible for him to be, on all fours in the blazing bookshop, Crowley cursed Aziraphale, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below.

(after Crowley got hit by the jet of water in the burning bookshop)

This ALL brings us to the most amazing double-act in the whole book, the bit that really let's Crowley and Aziraphale's chemistry shine:

Crowley stuck his head in his hands. “For a moment there, just for a moment, I thought we had a chance,” he said. “He had them worried. Oh, well, it was nice while—” He was aware that Aziraphale had stood up. “Excuse me,” said the angel. The trio looked at him. “This Great Plan,” he said, “this would be the ineffable Plan, would it?” There was a moment’s silence. “It’s the Great Plan,” said the Metatron flatly. “You are well aware. There shall be a world lasting six thousand years and it will conclude with—” “Yes, yes, that’s the Great Plan all right,” said Aziraphale. He spoke politely and respectfully, but with the air of one who has just asked an unwelcome question at a political meeting and won’t go away until he gets an answer. “I was just asking if it’s ineffable as well. I just want to be clear on this point.” “It doesn’t matter!” snapped the Metatron. “It’s the same thing, surely!” Surely? thought Crowley. They don’t actually know. He started to grin like an idiot. “So you’re not one hundred percent clear on this?” said Aziraphale. “It’s not given to us to understand the ineffable Plan,” said the Metatron, “but of course the Great Plan—” “But the Great Plan can only be a tiny part of the overall ineffability,” said Crowley. “You can’t be certain that what’s happening right now isn’t exactly right, from an ineffable point of view.” “It izz written!” bellowed Beelzebub. “But it might be written differently somewhere else,” said Crowley. “Where you can’t read it.” “In bigger letters,” said Aziraphale. “Underlined,” Crowley added. “Twice,” suggested Aziraphale. “Perhaps this isn’t just a test of the world,” said Crowley. “It might be a test of you people, too. Hmm?” “God does not play games with His loyal servants,” said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice. “Whooo-eee,” said Crowley. “Where have you been?”

These two little shits <3

They know to the rest of Heaven and Hell and probably Earth 'ineffable' has an entirely different meaning than the term has to them. And they are milking it for what it's worth <3

The last word in this, however is not had by either of them:

“Well,” said Crowley, who’d been thinking about this until his head ached, “haven’t you ever wondered about it all? You know—your people and my people, Heaven and Hell, good and evil, all that sort of thing? I mean, why?” “As I recall,” said the angel, stiffly, “there was the rebellion and—” “Ah, yes. And why did it happen, eh? I mean, it didn’t have to, did it?” said Crowley, a manic look in his eye. “Anyone who could build a universe in six days isn’t going to let a little thing like that happen. Unless they want it to, of course.” “Oh, come on. Be sensible,” said Aziraphale, doubtfully. “That’s not good advice,” said Crowley. “That’s not good advice at all. If you sit down and think about it sensibly, you come up with some very funny ideas. Like: why make people inquisitive, and then put some forbidden fruit where they can see it with a big neon finger flashing on and off saying THIS IS IT!?” “I don’t remember any neon.” “Metaphorically, I mean. I mean, why do that if you really don’t want them to eat it, eh? I mean, maybe you just want to see how it all turns out. Maybe it’s all part of a great big ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you’ve built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can’t be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don’t bother to answer. If we could understand, we wouldn’t be us. Because it’s all—all—” INEFFABLE, said the figure feeding the ducks. “Yeah. Right. Thanks.” They watched the tall stranger carefully dispose of the empty bag in a litter bin, and stalk away across the grass. Then Crowley shook his head. “What was I saying?” he said. “Don’t know,” said Aziraphale. “Nothing very important, I think.” Crowley nodded gloomily. “Let me tempt you to some lunch,” he hissed.

The book leaves it delightfully ambiguous if the figure is Death (who we have seen talking like that so far) OR if this is actually God stepping in and vibes part of their memory because they've gotten a little too close to the truth and it's not yet time. The book's ambiguity really works wonders here.

So, yeah, there you go. It's amazing how much the use of this single little word tells us about these characters and who they are as people.

#good omens #good omens analysis #good omens meta #good omens crowley #good omens aziraphale #long post #book omens

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another-danganronpa-fan · 1 year

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hear me out- DRDT heathers AU

I've been on a DRDT brainrot recently and it's sad to see the creator go on hiatus but I will respect what's best for them :) meanwhile I will cope by imagining them in a heathers AU (SPOILERS FOR BOTH HEATHERS *AND* DANGANRONPA DESPAIR TIME!) BOTH DRDT AND HEATHERS HAVE PEOPLE D*ING AND BL**D AND ALL THAT STUFF SO TRIGGER WARNING FOR THAT! Veronica: Xander

I know what you're thinking already: "But Teruko's the main character shouldn't she be Veronica in this AU" and I agree- somewhat. -But the main thing is that Teruko has more "unhinged" sprites than Xander, and Xander's personality just fits more with Veronica. They're both more...confident? Teruko is confident in her abilities too but she gives off more JD vibes. OH AND ANOTHER THING- in meant to be yours, "You were all I could **trust**...." just fits Teruko's overall theme of trust. And when JD gets shot, Teruko's bloody sprites would be perfect.

-And since David is part of the Heathers in this AU I can see Xander being like "They're solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed,,,I would give anything to be like that"

-I feel like Veronica just fits Xander more than Teruko (even though Veronica and Teruko's voices are pretty similar) since he looks up to David like Veronica kinda looked up to the Heathers (even though she didn't really like them like Xander liked David), and both David and the Heathers end up being...well....you know...

-Xander's also a lot more emotional and impulsive than Teruko, just like how Veronica out of impulse decides to have sex with JD before Heather C "ends" her.

-"Dear diary: I believe I'm a good person, y'know, I think there's some good in everyone..." isn't something Teruko would say to be honest,, even in the prologue she says something like "there's no reason for us to trust each other in the first place"

JD: Teruko

-Continuing from before, Teruko would be JD in this AU. JD says that he doesn't bother making relationships because he is constantly moving from school to school, and has been taught that "life is war" similar to how Teruko has the mindset of "I can't trust anyone". And how she was also moving constantly due to medical debt.

-Another thing: Xander: "Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?" Teruko: "Not anymore! When my parents were there-"

-Before Xander betrays Teruko, she genuinely cared for Xander more than anyone else in the cast. Even though Teruko's not as bad as JD, post-chapter 1 she began to isolate herself since she knows she can't trust them like JD hated the bad people in the school.

-She has the unhinged sprites too come on- everything else I was gonna say is already listed in the Xander section, so...moving on!

Ram Sweeney: Ace

-Pretty self-explanatory- both "jock" characters who are kinda a-holes. I was actually contemplating having Ace as Heather Chandler but I really can't think of anyone else who'd fit Ram/Kurt. Ace's character has a lot more depth, but for this AU he's really at his worst isn't he...

Kurt Kelly: Levi

-In Beautiful, it's mentioned that Kurt Kelly's the smartest guy on the football team, and although that's honestly not too big of an achievement, he is smarter than all the other jocks. Levi's more level-headed and more sane than Ace, but he does have his bad moments. Not to mention he had a dark past too.

Martha: Eden

-This was also kinda what made me consider Teruko to be Veronica in this AU instead, as Eden consistently makes an effort to hang out with Teruko.

-Eden honestly fits Martha really well, especially when she brings sparkling cider to the party in Big Fun. It's just such an Eden thing to do, you know? They're both kind and innocent and deserved better.

-Xander probably would have gotten along with Eden...

Mrs. Fleming: Hu

-Although Mrs. Fleming is more of a hippie than Hu, I feel like she fits the most here. Hu is more "motherly", and more mature than most of the cast, and her constant pushing to defend Nico would also go with the theme of Mrs. Fleming getting the students to "feel".

Now, for the Heathers!!!

Heather Chandler: Arturo

-I don't know anymore man...I already knew David and Arei were both gonna be part of the Heathers, and I originally had Ace there, too, but I don't know who would've been Ram if he was. My first thought was Ace as HC, David as HD, and Arei as HM. My second thought was Arei as HC, but she gets her character development unlike Heather C (at least I didn't see any that I know of) Arturo belittles those he deems as "unworthy" similar to Heather Chandler, so I think he fits the best for now.

Heather Duke: David -They both have a greenish color scheme!!! (is David's hair green?? I mean...his bow tie is green), but on a more serious note, both David and Heather Duke start out very different than when they reveal another side to them.

-Heather Duke starts out as someone who is constantly bullied by Heather C, but develops into a jerk who tells Heather M to kill herself. David, on the other hand, starts out as a good person, but his true nature is revealed in the second trial. HOWEVER, it's implied that he isn't as evil as he seems. But, he still made fun of Arei and Min after their deaths. -Another point is that Veronica treats Heather Duke nicely as stated in the Heather Wiki- (Although, this might be because that the Wiki is probably based on the movie and not the musical itself). "Veronica Sawyer seems to have been closest with Heather Duke than with the other Heathers. Veronica helped Heather throw up and Heather laughed at Veronica’s jokes. Heather Duke seems to enjoy having Veronica around. They listen to Hot Probz together every time it is on. However, when Heather becomes an even bigger tyrant than Heather Chandler was, Veronica resents Heather Duke, especially for bullying Heather McNamara and takes over Heather Duke's position as leader of the school at the end of the film."

-Even if the movie is ignored here, Veronica didn't completely despise Heather D, until she becomes the mega-jerk she was. Similar to how Xander and David were pretty close and admired each other, but David turned out to be a manipulator of some kind, even if he's less evil than he's letting on. If Xander had lived to see David's persona reveal, he'd be shocked, to say the very least.

Heather McNamara: Arei

-If Arei hadn't gotten her character development at all, she'd most definitely be Heather Chandler. However, she did make the effort to change and be a better person, and ended up making amends towards Eden, who she bullied.

-Heather Duke also manipulated Heather M into attempting suicide, similar to the conversation David and Arei had in Chapter 2, episode 11, about how Arei said something along the lines of "You told me I could change", or something like that. This is a bit of a stretch, though.

Please feel free to disagree with my heathers AU in any way! I'd love to hear any other opinions you guys may have.

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long helpdfksfjl

#heathers #danganronpa despair time #drdt #xander matthews #teruko tawaki #arturo giles #david chiem #arei nageishi #ace markey #levi fontana #eden tobisa #hu jing #heathers x drdt

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proxylynn · 2 months

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Lynsie and Adam headcanon lore

[I might draw this out one day, but in case I don't, there's this scene I thought up as to why Adam and Lynsie are cool despite all red signs pointing at why they shouldn't be friends.

Adam, looking to be rid of boredom and remembering "that dragon chick was pretty chill", hits Lynsie up for some hang time and maybe score. Lynsie accepts out of the reasoning that it would be showing goodwill to Heaven and Adam seemed easy to get info out of if his ego was stroked even slightly. So already, both are trying to use each other in personal power plays.

What changes is, at some point during the evening, they get to talking and things get slightly heated and she slips out a line that gets his attention. She begrudgingly expounds when he pesters her about it...explaining her past.

"I envy you, you know. You were made, given the world, and allowed to keep it. When I was created, the world was mine but it was empty. I had no one. All there was was the dirt I walked upon, the air I soared through, and the water I submerged in. I existed for less than a day, yet it was meaningless and hollow. Then, without warning or reason, it was all taken away. They shoved me into a pit and expected me to fade away. Like I was a mistake. A mistake they wanted to forget making. But...But they did make me. I'm here. There had to be a reason for my being. So why? What did I do wrong? Why did they forsake me?"

Her getting unintentionally emotional like this triggers flashbacks in Adam. How he was made in Eden with a partner that was his own but she left him. He gets a second partner who is made for him and with part of him, yet even she would leave him. They never gave him a real reason for this abandonment that made sense to him. How could they not want to be with him? They were made for him! So why...Why did they leave him? What did he do that was so wrong? Why was he alone? It gets to him and pierces through his walls with uncomfortable ease and he crumbles along with her.

"Fuck...Fuck! Why did you have to say stupid shit like that?! Dumb bitch! Fuck! Damn it! *sniffles* Damn it..."

They end up bawling for a good while, venting out pain long held. By the night's end, there's a new level of respect between them. Neither going for goals they sought before and just letting this be a normal thing. Now they meet up every now and then to "go drinking" but it's really just them being buds and talking shit about their issues in a weirdly therapeutic way. They are both catty bitches and frat bros rolled in one when together. It's cute.

Lute is highly suspicious of these moments when he pulls a disappearing act to be at Lynsie's place. I imagine him getting busted by Lute after he returns home late and she's been waiting there all night like a crazy bitch on a stakeout to chew him out for being irresponsible.]

#lore #adam x oc #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin lute

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faygodealer · 3 days

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Stream of consciousness ramble (poem? Maybe? Not really lol) but there’s words in my brain and I need to get them out. So. Here’s this I think only one person will understand this and maybe they won’t still lol

You tell me you've left everything behind for this-

how often do you outrun your own skin?

Roll yourself up like a carpet,

lean over the parapet,

Don’t drop the match even when it burns

because you like the way it smells.

Crucify yourself on your suffering

Let me witness your rebirth

And then try it myself.

How do you replace yourself

atom by atom,

lungs burning smoke and car ride wind

whipping laps around our only eden left

Can’t move away from yourself when she still lives in the back of the van,

lights your cigarette for you

and hands you a beer.

She rocks in the dark,

eyes glowing like embers and watches us smoke

and pretend not to see her.

What kind of a specter haunts herself?

You think she’d find a more inviting home.

Hold her face in your hands,

scrape the kerosene running from her ears

back into her head like it'll hold this time

Don't ask why she stays

If a ghost knew how to move on

Wouldn't they?

Let the silence hang heavy in the air.

Dissolve your fantasy on my tongue,

wash your stories down with a feast.

Cut away the bruises,

either eat your pesticides or let the bugs

make home in your stomach,

not the only ones who are hungry.

Sustain yourself off of memories gone rotten,

go to bed starving when you can't bear to look at them.

Bare them on your own in the dark.

Pick stars out of your foam tile ceilings

Pick at your skin until it goes sore

Train tracks rumbling through your veins.

I'm driving along the coast,

the shoreline holds me close,

stuck at the top of this ferris wheel with you.

Thunder rolls over my hips,

eclipse my view of you

all wind in your hair,

liquid fire on your lips like liquor,

doting on little nothings.

Towns sail past

across seas of grass,

palm trees,

snowcaps.

Give me the director's cut of my own life story,

help me memorize my lines in the backseat.

Read me your bedtime fantasies and I will play along,

make believe myself any role you cast me.

Roll down the windows,

cast away our umbrella to the darkened sky,

distract me from the cold with the embers of your voice.

Let the heat of your cigarette make home on my skin,

scorched earth where there once was a garden.

Melt me down clean, build me up again,

breathe your life into my empty lungs.

Heat before a storm steams our windows,

precipitates down your cheeks,

licked clean by the cool breeze.

I roll over myself in the slow thud of a speedbump under the tires.

Shouldn’t have been walking by the road,

you tell the stain on the pitch.

Black lump in the rearview mirror fades into hindsight.

Shouldn't have been driving so goddamn fast.

When god closes the car door

he turns on the radio

and water pours out like static

but when the chandelier

shatters against the dancefloor

you're the only one still moving to the silence.

Cigarette sparks swirl a constellation over our opium den backseat,

sitting prone and scantily clad on the lap of luxury.

Call hedonism by any name you want,

I’d say if i wasnt too high to speak.

Say something pretentious and circular about

moral ambiguity and

how i dont see with clarity and

ill laugh my way through the bystander effect and

Stare into you like the sun and

let your after image eclipse the rest of my life

Pull the van into the sand and let it fill the open windows,

cover us in what was once the sea.

See stop lights and spot scenery and

throw yourself against the crashing waves

like they’ll hold you gentle,

once they see that its you.

Fall asleep in the night before,

Wake up two weeks into the wrong end of a long drive,

with cop lights

and road signs

and ghosts reflecting off glass

like shards of fire.

Tires leave ash dark stains on the melting asphalt,

you know it like the back of your hand.

Wash it free,

Fight to keep me clean,

take off your lens cap

and shift my world out of black and white,

burning color against the night,

Make love to me the whole way home.

#how it feels #Brooke gets it #maybe #words #poetry #perhaps

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday | Tagging @direwombat @poisonedtruth @nightbloodraelle @socially-awkward-skeleton @nightwingshero @shegetsburned @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @vampireninjabunnies-blog @jacobsneed @aceghosts @fourlittleseedlings @trench-rot @g0dspeeed and anyone with something to share <3

Last snippet from Chapter 7 before I bring myself to post the whole thing on AO3 sometime this week :D # let the talk begin

"It's about time we talk, Deputy.", John whispered since Savannah was still in kitchen. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had enjoyed his stay at Sabrina's home, the back-and-forths, how she tried and failed to steal her sketchbook back that morning. After dreaming of her and waking up to find her leaning over him, he was so close to pulling her in, his resolve was hanging on by a thread at the way she responded to him and the knowledge she could be in his arms in a blink. Would she pull back or sink into it just as desperately as he wanted to. He shook off the idea. Joseph would tell him that all of it was a distraction. He shouldn't allow it to go further, risk not making it to Eden or disappoint his brother. He knew he'd postponed the inevitable enough, there were people depending on him, Cleansings and Confessions to see through. Sabrina nodded, putting away the last plate she was washing, her tone was controlled when she said, "Outside?", then she turned to her sister, "John and I are going out for a bit, you stay put, okay? I will be right back." I, not we. What are you planning, Deputy? She led him through the double doors into the backyard, headed for the same chairs where she had fallen asleep the night before. Another reminder he didn't need at that moment. The sooner they left this place, the faster he'd be able to pull himself back together as he resumed his role as Herald, it would stop his composure from slipping, his thoughts from wandering. Sabrina sat down first, looking straight ahead, a steely expression on her face. John opened his mouth to announce he's taking her back to his Gate, but something far worse slipped out, coming from deep within. His actual thoughts, what had been manifesting in the back of his mind since reading her notebooks.

And he wasn't even done with them, having gone through one box. "It must have been hard, Deputy. Living with your visions for so long." She turned, her arms crossed in defense, voice cold, "Why do you care?" Gone was the easy-going Sabrina that joked as they made breakfast. "I don't care.", he shook his head, his act dropping for a second, "No. I don't know WHY I care." Her eyes softened for a second, a look of understanding passing over her features, "Makes two of us then." You care for me.

He knew that something was keeping her from killing him but hearing her admit it was different. Especially with how she refused to confess about her visions of him. She sighed, "To answer your question. It was hard, still is, but it's my life, John, the visions aren't going anywhere. They're something I would deal with until the day I die. I've accepted it as part of myself, the good, the bad, the inbetweens. I face it all the same way I would whatever you decide next." He doubted she'd accept him the same way if she saw everything. "Who else knows?" He had to know what to expect… "About what? My visions?", Sabrina gave him a sad smile, "Aside from Savannah, you're the only person I've told, first person in years actually. I'm not about to start a cult and declare it to the whole County, if that's what you're asking." I'm the only one you told your secret to, Deputy. The idea intrigued him, how even that Sinner she was so close to didn't know about it. John opened his mouth to respond, but she waved him off. "And I know, it's makes me disposable, the less people know, the easier you can get rid of me." "Sabrina.", John let out a deep sigh, "And your sister?" "What about her?" "Does she have visions too? The way she talked about my plane-" Sabrina cut him off, "Imagination is what she has, not visions, John. And I'm glad, I was afraid she would, to be honest, that she won't have a calm life. And now, that's out of the window too." "Deputy-" "Just tell me what's next. That hellhole isn't a place for Savannah, for her light.", her eyes hardened, "You drag her in there, it would kill her spirit then kill me. She's already having nightmares of your people. And separating us when I'm all she has left… a part of you must know how wrong that would be." His thoughts drifted back to her sister, her carefree laughter, personality that mirrored Sabrina's, how she looked at him without judgement. "You're not so scary after all." The idea of Savannah seeing him differently, as a monster who took her sister away, someone to fear, weighted heavy on him. He knew what he was expected to do, what Joseph would tell him, that he would have to protect the Project from potential threats no matter what. He had always accepted his brother's tasks, wanted to make him proud, but hesitation was creeping in… Sabrina was staring at him, waiting, trying to read his face, but he had no idea how to respond, no words wanted to come out. "Are you taking us there?", she huffed as she got up and started pacing, "Are you enjoying this? It that it? One big game. A new method of torture you're trying?" John shook his head, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair, trying to come back to himself. He needed to focus. To force the words out. To go back on his Path. This wasn't supposed to happen. "What did you tell me yesterday, ah, "Words, John."" It felt as if the roles were reversed when she came closer, staring down at him as he sat in HER chair… was she about to pull HIS knife, make him confess. "I'm not, Deputy. Not enjoying this one bit, in fact.", he gritted out. "Are you taking us there?", she repeated, her voice taking an edge, "You have to know, I won't let you take HER." She'd kill him then, he had no doubt. It's what fed his obsession further- her loyalty to her only family, the conviction to defend her sister at any cost. His own brothers had tried to do that for him long time ago, but it wasn't enough, he had ended up alone, drowning, until Joseph found him again. Savannah would be sentenced to the same fate of losing her sister. No. For once he couldn't say YES to something.

"I know. But I can't let you go, Deputy. And even if I do-", he stopped, aware he was saying too much, that the facade was cracking. "What would happen?", Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "The Reaping has started. The County is cut off. All roads leading out of it are closed, the tunnels…" "You're telling me we're stuck here?", her voice held a note of suspicion, "You must be joking." "I'm not. You'd be on the run with Savannah." Sabrina was back to pacing, no doubt running over scenarios, still not knowing the full scale of things. Suddenly she stopped, turning to John, a gleam of hope in her eyes, "Your plane. You can fly us-" "Are you hearing what you're asking me to do? I'm not helping you escape." "Why? Why did you lock me up in the first place?" John didn't respond right away, but knew Sabrina wasn't backing down and that they'd stay in the backyard the whole day and into the night if he didn't get it over with. He needed to wrap this up fast, stop himself from unraveling in her presence. "My brother gave me a task. I have to see it finished." "What task? What do you need me for?" "Who's in charge, Sabrina? Who should be asking questions, calling the shots?" Was he trying to remind her or himself of that? Sabrina crossed her arms, no doubt giving him one of her looks from her detective days, "You wanted to talk. Just answer the damn question. I gave you information, told you my secret. The least I deserve is for you to be straightforward for once. No "I plead the fifth" bullshit." He could picture her perfectly, how she'd take over the interrogation, carrying it on with poise, her eyes persuading you to get the truth out, promising understanding, forgiveness. How she'd look for a solution, try her hardest to help, the same way she approached her visions. "You don't give up, do you, Deputy?" "Never. Just tell me." John paused, then muttered, "He wanted me to find out if you saw something at the church." "That you did." "Yes." "But I'm still here, you even took me out,", Sabrina nodded to herself, giving him a look of determination, "which leads me to believe you haven't told him." John shook his head, it was pointless to deny it. She wasn't stupid. "Why, John?" Because I'm selfish. Because he will take you away when I do. And I'm not done with you. But he couldn't tell her that, instead saying, "I needed further intel. What makes you think he'd do anything to you, Deputy?" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Please. I've met plenty of people like him. He's nothing without believers. What will it do to him if somebody else with the same ability as him appears? What would your people think?" When John said nothing, she continued, "One person chosen by God, a mouthpiece. But wait, there's another now, who do we listen to? And if the messages don't align? Oh, he'd feel threatened, afraid his reign would crumble. He'd have no choice but to kill me.", her eyes darkened, as she pointed at John, "No, have YOU kill me. He won't get his hands dirty, you'd do that job instead, carry the "sin"." "He won't do it." A lie. She was a threat and those were dealt with accordingly. Too much was at stake.

"I saw his face John, on the helicopter, that arrogant look he wore as his own people were dying for him, not a drop of humility or regret when God was watching. He wanted to be right, to prove his power to us, to show off the hold he has on all of you." She from all people should believe Joseph, yet ironically she had it all wrong. She did. Yes, she had to. "She's a Sinner, brother. But you can help her see the light, just like with the others. You won't fail me, would you? It was Joseph's voice creeping into his thoughts. Sabrina sighed, "You're just in too deep to see it. I doubt anything I say would change your mind." They stared at each other in silence, until John spoke up, "He's my brother, Sabrina. He'd march us all to Eden, save my soul." She grabbed his hand, holding on, her touch was another distraction he didn't need as her eyes searched his, "How is torturing others saving YOU?" "You don't understand. You don't believe or see what he does." Sabrina backed away, her hand snaking behind her, he expected she'd pull out his knife, instead it was another sketchbook, that went flying at him, hitting him in the chest. "Open it." He did, flipping through random drawings, landscapes, a portrait of Hartley smoking a cigarette, he wanted to rip that one to shreds, then he got to it… A sketch of himself, but his face, it looked different. "What is this, Deputy?" "I see things too, John. Death, suffering, but also moments of hope. I see the potential, in people, even you. I also see what he'd doing, how low he's making you and so many sink for his twisted idea of the world, I can't sit around and watch that happen. I can't accept his vision as absolute, when in my heart I feel it's wrong." John couldn't take his eyes of the page, his curiosity growing by the second. Sabrina was misty-eyed, conflict swimming in her gaze, "You asked me about my visions of you, I can't tell you about them, I won't, it won't do us any good. But I saw you again yesterday, and I'm still here because of it, you're still… alive because of it. The past few days I've been stuck in a fucking Catch-22 situation where no matter what I come up with, only one of us walks out alive. I might regret trusting you, but I believe I see these things for a reason, that I was meant to meet you." He raised an eyebrow, "Catch-22?" She gave him a look of amusement, "It's when-" "I know what it means, Deputy. You just keep on surprising me, that's all." She was right about calling their predicament a Catch-22, on every level he found it fitting. John knew he had to get to the bottom of their connection, if he could figure out what drew him in, then he would be able to squash the obsession once and for all, silence the urges when it came to her, but he needed more time. He wasn't worried about her not telling him about the visions of him, she had given him all her notes, including the sketchbook he wasn't supposed to see, he'd find them written down soon enough. She kept records of everything after all. And with her visions, Sabrina could be useful, she warned him about the badly planned attack on his Gate before… there was the growing Resistance to deal with, with her help he'd be one step ahead, keep his men safe and make Joseph proud through progress. His mind was made up, an idea forming. Sloppy, but still a plan. A way to not break the promise to Joseph. "You're the lawyer, figure it out." He just had to bend the rules a little.

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Local girl kisser Eden is last on the list for the bimbo pranks, but just as Arei and Whit get ready to watch the results, a bimbofied, and very angry Hu catches them. While Whit manages to escape Arei is not so lucky, and Hu decides the best punishment is a taste of her own medicine.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

This was it...the finale of their greatest prank ever!!

It's been a fun ride - watching their entirety of their female classmates turn into such slutty bimbos, and even great seeing the guys (and Nico) get swept up in the prank as well.

But now it was time for things to end...in the hottest of ways. Once Eden finished eating that bimbo-tonic laced cake, both were eager to see how much 'cake' Eden was bound to have in those shorts of hers.

However, since there focus was so on Eden, they didn't realize who was walking right behind them. Least, up until Hu had grabbed Arei from behind. Sending her head right back into those jiggly mounds of her that weren't even constrained by her dress given how big they were now.

"Got youuuuuuuuu!! Like, listen her little girl and boy!! It hit me while giving Nico their good morning smooch sesh!! You did...something to me!! I think? Anyways, time to punish this bad, bad, bad girl~"

"Lemme go you whore!!!! Whit!! Help meee!!" Upon seeing his partner in crime captured, he turned on his heel and bolted from the scene!!!

"!!!! Whit!! You pussy ass motherfuck-!!!!" Before Arei could finish her cuss out of the matchmaker, Hu had shifted her to have her face buried in those soft, silky, mounds of her.

"No swearing young lady!!" Arei groaned in Hu's bust. How could this get any worse?

Clap, clap, clap, clap~

"Huuuh, like, what's 'sup~ What's all the noise out here? Ooooh~ Nice rack going on there, Hu and Arei too!!! Look at those yummy thighs!!" Before Arei knew it she felt a hand grope her bare leg from behind and squeeze it. Earning a mortified, yet a bit turned on, squeal from Arei.

"Cute~ Say, do you got any good that totes tasted sweeter than last time you ate it?"

"Totally, girl~ Though why you wanna know?"

"...Cause I think little Rei-Rei needs something to eat~" Scooping up Arei bridal style, the bowler was forced to her fate as Hu's grip was too strong to resist!!!

...Okay, well that and she ended getting a good look at Eden's new state. While her height hadn't really changed or much of her upper body, she did have a new hyper doughy butt that pretty much reduced her shorts to being glorified thongs, with her ass hanging out and clapping as the newly energetic bimbo raced back into the cafeteria.

To make the final bimbo~

(Later on)

"GHHH!!! S-soooooooooooooooorryyyyyyyyy!!! I sh-shouldn't have ran awaaaaaaaay!!! Sorrr-!!!!"

"Gawwwwwwwd!! Keep you lying shit lips shut already and take your fucking punishment!!!!"

"Y-yeaaaah~ Take it aaaaalll~"

It didn't take much effort to find Whit, not with Arei being so pissed at the twink she was running all over the area to find him. Catching him in the playground area, the bimbofied Arei - who didn't even bother with a shirt to cover up her new F-cups and whose legs became 10x plumper - was currently smushing Whit's head with her new thighs. All while Eden was providing support by twerking all over his very erect dick at the moment.

"Awww, that's my girls!! Make him pay~"

"H-hu-! Fucking Helllllllllllll!!!" David moaned out. The motivational speaker had been caught by happenstance onto the lewd scene, and ended up being snagged by Hu. Wanting to 'celebrate' herself, it was a quick matter in pinning David down by her own heavy jugs and giving his slick dick a real good titjob~

Such ends the tales of the Despair Time Bimbos~

#DRtobisa-R18 #DRyoung-R18 #DRjing-R18 #DRnageichi-R18

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ilikelookingatthings · 1 year

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This is myfaveisfuckable mod! I haven't gotten around to reading the Ouran manga, so all I have to go on is the anime lol but I do think I want to read it after seeing how much background information is in it

Mr fujioka playing matchmaker while in a fake marriage is amazing! I bet itd be pretty interesting to see bc traditional wooing wouldn't work very well for either loid or yor

And OMG dark magician Anya would be sooo cute, I bet she'd use belzeneff telling her things as an excuse a lot for knowing stuff she shouldn't... She starts carrying around Mr chimera for the same purpose and can never quite get over her incredulousness when even the teachers start to believe her.... And her scheming to help nekozawa and his sister reunite aaaaa she'd fit in to this universe strangely well

Sorry if I keep being annoying or anything! I'm just having a lot of fun playing with the idea 😅

nah, not annoying at all. always fun to chat :)

also definitely right anya fits in surprisingly well. I'm now kindof imagining the entire class getting to visit or transfer over for time in Ouran. weirdly fun to imagine how all the kids would bounce off everyone in ouran.

oh and their elegant teacher....just imagining how elegant he would find tamaki and the gang. so many fun parallels or contrasts to play with all the kids and the main caste but even the side characters..and all of them are rich and theres no way to know which side or how which group would escalate a ridiculous situation or be the straitman to the situation.

the belzeeff doll would freak those kids out so much.

and go for it. as much as I love the Ouran anime to bits its definitely not getting a new season anytime soon and there are reasons Ouran as a manga won so many awards.

though honestly can you just imagine anya's best friend becky who's family owns so many army defense stuff and tries to be all mature going toe to toe with kyoya and his second force. or butting heads with renge?

I hope that one really weird daylight spy that had been fired after loid reversed his reversal on damien's grades ends up in ouran somehow.

and all those life lessons for the kids..especially damien putting pressure on himself to get noticed by his family having so many parallels with all of the characters.

especially considering how smart all the characters are grades wise eden can't look down on them...though just imagine they taking the kids to the expo on bond hanging out with tamaki's dog.

Tamaki or the group trying to help anya get along with damien more unaware of the bonus motives.

damien's best friends/lackeys who call him boss just omparing and contrasting with hikaru and kaoru who call tamaki boss but who like to make fun of their dear lord XD

kyoya just sensing the tamaki vibes from anya as she keeps trying to connect with damien.

just imagine everyone playing kick the can with the starlight kick

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 24

Request: Yes or No

Anddd we're back but this is hella short. Don't ask how y/n is able to get to so many places so quickly.

You glanced at the passenger seat, hearing your phone vibrating. The phone was connected to the car so you answered by pressing on a button on the steering wheel.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N)?"

"Wanda?" You breathed out, eyes widening. You pulled over to the side of the road, listening to her dry chuckle.

"I'm sorry I never got back to you.. I was.. I did something I shouldn't have. Do you have time?" Wanda asked. You could hear the exhaustion and guilt in her voice as she spoke. You sighed softly, relieved to know she was okay.

"Yeah, I have time. Send me the directions and I'll get there as soon as possible." You answered. Wanda hummed softly, hanging up.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y-"

"Already setting course."

"Thank you." You watched the steering wheel turn on its own, the car driving back onto the road. You picked up your phone, texting Bucky. You bit your bottom lip, gaze drifting to the flower resting on the floor of the passenger seat side. You had ignored any thought of visiting Gaia, choosing to spend time with the loved ones who had missed out on 5 years of your life.

"I can't believe I missed out on all your birthdays! You're officially a man now!" Sam said, fingers wrapped around his beer bottle. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head.

"Yeah, lucky me. You two stayed the same age while I got older." You huffed softly, chuckles leaving the two men.

"You still look the same." Bucky pointed out, running a metal finger down your cheek with a small smile.

"I bet you're gonna age like Jennifer Aniston. By the time you're in your fifties, you'll still look like you're in your twenties." Sam grinned.

"That'd be great." You chuckled, raising the bottle to your lips. You licked your lips afterward, tapping your fingers against the bottle.

"But, uh.. I'm not gonna age.. for a long time." You revealed. Sam blinked, staring at you.

"Apparently, I might age like a tree." You laughed softly, head shaking.

"Like a tree?"

"Like a tree."

You hummed as the car pulled down a road, leading to an area by the mountains. You noticed a cabin ahead, licking your lips. The car came to a slow stop, turning off. You got out, watching Wanda open the door. A smile spread across your face. Wanda returned the smile with a tired one of her own, walking towards you. She gently wrapped her arms around you.

"I messed up." Wanda said softly. You frowned, holding her as she buried her face in the crook of your neck. You pulled away, following her inside the cabin. She sat down on the couch, licking her lips.

"After we went to get Visions body.. I went to a town named Westview." Wanda began. You sat beside her, listening as she explained what she had done.

"I left and came here.. I feel horrible. I.. I let my pain take over and I ended up making innocent people suffer." Wanda frowned.

"Are the people-"

"Monica and the others will help them. I just.. I need to stay away and figure out my powers. I need to know what else I can do." Wanda rubbed her arms, gaze distant. You reached over, giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

"What have you been up to?" Wanda asked, smiling gently as she tilted her head, desperate for a change of topic.

"Bucky and I moved in together not long ago." You revealed. Wandas' brows rose as she licked her lips.

"Really? I'm happy for you, (Y/N). How's Bucky doing?"

"He's.. he's trying to get better. I'll support him every step of the way." You shrugged lightly, giving her a small smile.

"I also visited Gaia."

"How'd that go?"

You stared down at the fairy ring, a gentle breeze blowing by. Your hands were sweaty, nerves bubbling in your stomach. You were unsure on how Gaia would react to you visiting her. You swallowed, taking a step forward and entering the circle. You shut your eyes, the smell of wet rain disappearing and being replaced by the smell of roses. You opened your eyes, looking over the rose bushes. You were in a garden. The sky was cloudless and a forest surrounded the garden. You heard soft humming in the distance, following it to the center of the garden where a woman sat on a small white patio area.

“Take a seat.” The woman called, snipping the thorns off a red rose. You took slow steps towards the table, sitting down across from her.

“What is this place?” You asked, head turning as you scanned your surroundings.

“Some call this the Garden of Eden.” She answered, placing the rose down on the table. She finally looked at you, hazel eyes looking you over. You licked your lips letting out a soft sigh as your fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“Are you Gaia?” You asked softly. She nodded, smoothing out her dress as she stood up.

“I haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N). How have you been?” Gaia asked, picking up the rose and walking to an empty patch of dirt. You scoffed, watching her drop the rose. The rose slowly grew into a rose bush.

“I’ve been terrible, thanks for asking.” You replied, watching her turn towards you with slightly raised brows.

“You left me in an abusive orphanage with no family to contact. I’ve been through hell and back, Gaia. I lost my family, my best friends, my- my boyfriend.. Another father figure died. I don’t even know everything about myself!”

“But you have a family. You got them back and you’re part of that superhero team, aren’t you?”

“Are you serious? They missed out on five years. I thought they were dead and gone forever! You’ve been missing from my life since the day I was born. Why create something that needs caring and then dump it aside?” Your jaw clenched as you stood up, staring at her.

“I knew you wouldn’t be alone forever-”

“That doesn’t help the fact that I was abused, depressed, and suicidal for years!” You shouted at her, feeling a gust of wind abrupt from around you. The rose bushes surrounding the patio withered, petals falling.

“I would’ve rather been left with Tony Stark back in his old man fuckboy days.” You glared at her, fists clenching. Gaia let out a deep sigh, raising her hand and watching the color return to the roses. She ran her fingers through her hair, twirling a strand around.

“Why did you come here, (Y/N)?"

"To get answers but it seems like I won't get them."

"I didn't have high expectations but it was still pretty.. disappointing." You leaned back, rubbing your arms. Wanda placed a hand on your shoulder.

"You don't need her. You have the Bartons, Sam, Bucky.. me. The people who love you will always be with you." Wanda gave a smile. You nodded, letting out a soft sigh.

"Despite everything, I'm happy and that's all that matters. Whether she's in my life or not, I survived without her and I'll continue to do so."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x you #avengers x you #avengers x male reader

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Slow & Steady [P3] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

A/N : Hi !! sorry for publishing this later than I expected, but I got a beta reader and we worked on this chapter for longer. Please do tell me if you like this more <3 We put a lot of effort into it. Now, enjoy !~ Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ?That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Also, please guys comment because this is the first work I put so much efforts in. If I feel like people don't like it, it just feels not worth it to me and discourages me :( I have 2 other multichapters planned but I am thinking of abandoning them because people don't seem to like it...Anyways, please do interact if you like it :)

Part I - Part II -

In the last chapter :

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn’t the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn’t even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo.

But why ? He didn’t do anything.

He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.He didn’t even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.A few days have passed and you didn’t get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn’t feel ready.Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo’s ringtone !

P III

“Hi (Y/N),how are you doing?”

“Oh, Sabo! I'm fine. Kinda busy studying. And you? Haven't heard from you since last time.”

“Sorry about that. My schedule has been extremely tight lately. But I am free now!”

“I was just thinking of you. I have to turn in my history assignment tonight and I might need your help...Pleaaaaaase~ I know you're so good at history, please come save me!”

You could hear him laugh on the other side of the line. His laugh sounded so bright, making your heart flutter. You really did miss him. In the end, you were best friends, right?

“Alright! I'll come rescue you. After all, I have to make up for disappearing.”

“Sabo, you're the best! Would you mind coming to my place?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes. See you then.”

“See you!”

Hanging up, you thought to yourself: you’ve never been this happy to see Sabo. You rolled on your bed in excitement. Twenty minutes seemed enough to make your room and yourself look somewhat presentable, he has never seen your messy room before. Fifteen minutes later, Sabo was in your room, both of you sat on the bed and started studying. Sabo had always been a top student, he was passionate about history in particular. Helping with your assignments was never a big deal to him.

Now that you gave it some thought, maybe most of your good grades were thanks to his help. He had tutored you many times when you were both in high school and that stayed a constant in your life even now.. Once you finished and sent the file to your professor, it was already late afternoon and Sabo was putting on his coat to go back home.

You had almost forgotten about what happened last week because of all the studying. Things weren't awkward anymore. But you wanted to bring it up because you couldn't help but think about the words he said.

“Sabo ?”

He turned back and looked at you with a smile.

“Yes? Do you need something else?”

“Don't go, I want to... I want to ask you a question.” You patted the place next to you on the bed.

“Are you alright? You look very pale.” He sat next to you and the proximity made you extremely nervous. Although he had been close to you so many times before, you wondered why this time his proximity was affecting you so. The built up tension was getting unbearable. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten, but you had to do it, you had to relieve yourself from this situation, otherwise it will still preoccupy you. With a nervous toss of your hair, you asked him, your eyes fixated somewhere on his chest :

“Well...Did I say something weird to you last time?”

“Last time?” he repeats in apparent confusion..

“Well, you know, when I got drunk, did I say something weird?...when you took me back home…”

You didn't even dare look at his face.

“Oh...nothing worth mentioning. Don't worry.” A sweet smile.

Oh, really now? I asked you to fuck me and you're saying “nothing fucking worth mentioning”? Bullshit.

...Or did I make all of that up?

“Didn't I…” you stop, clearing your throat, “didn't I ask you..to...well, you know…” You looked away in exasperation, annoyed that you had to say this and that you could feel your face quickly heating up. You felt your helplessness more fully now as you were discreetly looking at him to guess his reaction. Your eyes were shy and avoiding, looking his way then looking away continuously, almost instinctively.

“Hm? What?” He was amused, the bastard.

“Well...Didn't I ask you to fuck me or something?”

He burst out laughing, looking at your flushed face and the way you said that so fast that he was tempted to tap his ear and tell you that he didn't hear you quite well, but he simply refrained. That would be too much teasing.

For now.

And it wasn't the right time

yet.

“Ha, that.” He marked a pause, “it's only worth mentioning if you want to.”

You bit your lower lip, so he did remember…”Well, about that…”

“Just ask me to and I'll forget.”

But what if I don't want you to forget? You fucking idiot. When did you turn out to be this hot? Did seeing his morning wood put me in such a mood? Do I have this little self-respect? Risking our friendship like this?

He leaned closer to you so that his face was only centimeters away.

His minty breath was ghosting over your cheek;

“But just so you know, there's no going back.”

Was this the same Sabo from a few minutes ago? Was he really tempted to have sex with you? You felt flattered. You thought about Nami's words. Was he really into you? You felt insecure.

You've never felt insecure before.

You contemplated the idea for a second. You had just broken up with your boyfriend and you were now yearning to get fucked by your best friend - a guy that you've never even seen in that way before.

But how many things did you truly know about Sabo? How many things were you not seeing and being unaware of when it came to this man? You were slowly coming to the realization that he had been keeping a lot of things private - his personal life and thoughts mostly held close to himself at all times.

It was always about you in this friendship. And he was patient, oh so patient. You wanted to see all these sides to him that you've never seen before. It was like discovering the hidden door of a secret Eden.

You closed your eyes. You knew that he wouldn't hurt your feelings. You trusted him. You wanted this. You wanted to break the spell that got you dreaming of what you were denied.

You nodded and his smile widened ; Here you were falling, finally.

“I didn't expect anything less from you. What a brave girl you are. I was waiting for you to bring this up. Took you quite a long time.”

He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers, pressing his hot lips on your forehead. Your breath stopped for a second, eyes closed tightly. You weren't used to this tension, your heart was beating uncomfortably fast.

Where did the prude Sabo that you always imagined go? He was acting normal a few moments ago, and now this? This was definitely more, or at least different than whatever you would have expected.

Your cheeks warmed up at his praise, you were just like a little girl that was given a piece of candy. But you wanted way more.

“Now that I think of it… you haven’t been really good, have you? You said things that you shouldn't have. You’ve tested my patience quite a bit the other day, baby.”

It sounded so natural, the way he called you baby, as if he had always done it. It surprisingly took you not even two seconds to adjust to this new Sabo that you saw. In hindsight, you think you might’ve longed for this Sabo, one who is so open and expressive with you.

“Huh ? What are you on 'bout ? I still stand by my position…”

Saying this was a bad idea.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's true, I've never seen you with a girl before. Wouldn't be surprised if you were a virgin. But it's okay, I don't mind… well… teaching you…”

You looked away. It felt a bit off, as if you were playing a role but you were very much into it. There had always been that bratty side to you that he loved so much. He smirked, rolling his eyes. Always with the tough talk huh? He thought.

Smiling knowingly, he reached out for your face. He gently gripped your chin between two fingers, brushing his thumb over your lower lip as he said,

“Looks like you need a good lesson.” He shoved two gloved fingers into your mouth, taking you by surprise and making you instantly back off a bit.

“Hmm. Let's put this dirty mouth of yours to better use.”

He took his fingers out of your mouth, leaving a leathery aftertaste on your tongue. His arm encircled your waist and he held you up effortlessly, securing you against his lap. As you were just wearing a dress, you could feel him getting hard through your panties and you couldn't help but tighten your thighs at this feeling, getting instantly turned on. When did you start wanting him this much?

The corner of his lips curled up as he saw you already getting eager from a simple touch. His arm held your hips in place so you didn’t move around.

He replaced his fingers with his lips, kissing you hungrily. It was nothing like that drunken kiss that you both shared the other night. His tongue got you feeling butterflies in your stomach, heart pounding so hard as you pressed your chest against his, seeking his warmth.

You were going have sex with your best friend and he had a huge dick and he was nothing close to the vanilla prude guy that you expected him to be. You were thrilled. Everything happened so fast. You never realized that you were so desperate for his touch.

You tangled your fingers into his blond locks, moaning into the kiss. You pulled away, cheeks ablaze, impressed by his skills.

“You're a good kisser…”

“Look at you getting all worked up by a kiss...Tell me, who's the virgin here, huh?”

You blushed at his remark and looked away. Cute, he thought to himself.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet. With a sense of urgency, you kissed him again as if it was your last chance to taste his lips. His pace was slower, he wanted to take his time to enjoy this moment while you wanted to rush it up and go to the next step. Breathless, you pull away, hesitant and curious.

“Sabo, do you… Do you like me?”

“I do.” He put his forehead against yours, making you look deeply into his eyes. The look he was giving you seemed unfamiliar, making you feel intimidated. How did he hide his feelings so well and why did he say them now?If he said he liked me before, would it have been differentWhat changed within him, to make him act like this and most importantly, what changed within you to make you need him so badly? You dipped in for a kiss, trying to get a grasp on your feelings. It didn't feel weird, it felt good, as if you had wanted it for so long.

“Sabo,” you stuttered. He loved the way your voice cracked, how hesitant you were, how your cheekiness disappeared, leaving behind only your conflicted emotions. “I thought about what you said last time and...I...I think I want to. Now.” You emphasised on the last word, goading him into agreeing.

A victorious smile danced on his lips.

“You think?”

He smirked and lifted your chin up so you could look right into his eyes. You couldn't help but close the gap between the two of you, shamelessly rocking on his thighs to get some friction. You kept thinking about the words he had said when you were drunk, you really wanted him. Yes, maybe it was just lust. Maybe it was just a strong desire to sabotage the most precious thing that you had. But for now, you needed his warmth. He pulled back, making you groan in displeasure like a cat in heat. He smiled, his lips barely grazing yours and added,

“You're not ready yet, kitten.”

The look of disappointment on your face said it all. You couldn't believe he turned you down. Once again. You were so adorable, for a moment he thought that he would just snap and take you right there.

“What do you mean ‘I'm not ready yet’ ?! I just said I was. I want you too. That's what I said. I'm sober now, I'll recall how good you are.”

“Patience is a virtue.”

He smiles, and you would’ve given years off your life just to punch him. You could swear you still felt him hard against you and he was acting so composed. You didn't want to let him go.

You were scared that if you did, he would disappear into dust. You felt so desperate, so humiliated.Dying for his attention and heartbroken from past experiences.

“I have to go now.” He lifts you up with ease, placing you on the bed again. He then put his coat on. You looked at him leave with puppy eyes and for a second he hesitated. He was tempted to change his mind. But he had waited for so long and he couldn't afford to ruin everything now. Not when you were so close, so ready and eager to take him.

“Don't go.” You pleaded.

“And who will feed Ace?” He says with a smile.

“I don't care. Don't go…” You got up and hugged him from behind, tightly, letting your mask fall. His departure and abrupt ending of the tense situation he had placed you in, his act so nonchalant, had awakened some insecurity within you.It was driving you insane.

You were confused.

His heart melted at your sweetness. He remembered the reason behind his love for you. You were so fragile, so honest.

“I really have to go, princess.” How could he say such things so easily? “But I promise that I will make up for it next time.”

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The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode VI: To Be Deceived, Or Protected.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: While the members residing with The Heiress in Eden managed to resolve her internal conflict about who she was and who she had deemed herself should be—Haseul, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol, discovers a certain string of information that could potentially lead to a much more greater complication than they had ever encountered before. And as Jinsol finally reconciled with Sooyoung after the incident, Hyejoo and Heejin find themselves stunned as they come across your room—realizing that something had been missing in the vicinity, with that something being you.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with the members?"

Jinsol had just managed to set her foot on the top of the staircase when she met the sight of the distressed Ninth member who had lingered in the hall that led to the boss' office, pinching the bridge of her nose in clear disbelief with the disrupted idea that only she was called by Haseul for the meeting. It's been days since the Leader had regarded her request to be removed in any missions with the Seventh member, being that she was still sensitive over what had just happened with the incident—Jinsol had already been walking through thin ice with her miscalculation, but Sooyoung's projected anger towards the woman intensified when Jungeun had informed them of your order to be left alone. And as much as she was relieved that both her member, and her adoptive sister were safe—Sooyoung couldn't shake off her impression that you had not been unscathed, because physically, you and Hyejoo were well, but your order was the effect of the event which she had deemed also as her own error with being one of the Twelve.

The Seventh member, however, no matter how many times she had blamed herself for it, she had understood Sooyoung's hostility towards her and knew that it was absolutely justified—from all those years that the members had grown together, she knew well enough that the woman was as emotional as she could get, more so for the people she cared for the most. But the Seventh could only take so much, she had somewhat prepared herself for the the member's response—yet she still couldn't avoid condemning herself over it, for the most part being Sooyoung not wanting anything to do with her.

And as Sooyoung stood there, leaned back against the hall's wall with her arms crossed and her brows knitted in apparent frustration while looking the other way—Jinsol could only manage a hesitant smile as she tried her best to swallow down the bitter aura between the two of them, before directing her weary gaze towards the tall double doors at the end of the hall. Slightly taken aback by how isolated the scene had looked from their position, which meant that the Leader had not yet arrived—making Sooyoung the first person to have been called by Haseul, and Jinsol quickly becoming the second.

"Is it.. Just the two of us..?"

"She just told me to meet her here, and that she'll be arriving shortly from her visit with our guests," Sooyoung muttered, practically scoffing at the mention of the Lee Family that had been staying in the Mansion as they awaited for their Boss' recovery. The younger of the two winced at the recollection of when they'd first arrived at the infirmary with the Lee Family's Boss, and how Sooyoung raised her tone at Haseul for the first time since she'd been appointed as Acting Boss after declining Sooyoung's plea to head straight to Eden—which led to the Ninth member into defying the Leader's instruction and driving all the way to the castle, just to be pulled aside by a stone-faced Jungeun, "but you still haven't answered my question—why are you here?"

"I don't see why I shouldn't be..? Haseul did ask for me—"

"I specifically told her that I don't want to be in any operation with you right now—and for what? Suddenly she doesn't listen anymore?" Jinsol would be lying if she said that hearing those words come right out of Sooyoung's mouth didn't hurt her, she swore that when this member of theirs was mad she knew exactly how to do so—but to be on the opposite end of the woman's livid state, Jinsol had never experienced to be this ridiculed by her. The silence that had come after Sooyoung's sharp words even made the member glance at Jinsol from the corner of her eye, finding her head hanging low as she picked on her blue pin on her tie in deep contemplation—slightly irritating Sooyoung even further because the Ninth had known that the habit was common with the members since they'd acquired their pins, holding onto the object when they couldn't seem to find it in themselves to assess a situation in their own way.

"Maybe we're not on a mission as a pair, probably.. A reschedule? Change of posts? Haseul assigning you to my spot—and me with yours?" Sooyoung gripped onto the fabric of her sleeve as Jinsol began to straighten her tie, which she had done several times before looking behind her to the staircase below—as if Haseul would just magically appear out of thin air and cut through the tension between the two of them, saving them from possibly making it worse than it already was.

"That's great, maybe then Y/N wouldn't be in as much trouble as she'd be if she was under my range of security." Jinsol frowned at the malicious tone that the Ninth had suddenly switched into, making her turn to eye the member who still refused to meet the clear regret plastered all over her features—while Sooyoung continued to glare at the nothingness that had seemed to have kept her attention more than the member currently standing right in front of her.

"Sooyoung.."

"Just admit it, Jinsol—you despise her. You don't want her to be our Boss because she's nothing of what you expect her to be—it's a full circle to what happened the day we told her everything, you want her gone." Sooyoung spat as her member flinched, making Jinsol shaking her head in attempt to relay the message to Sooyoung that it was nothing of that sort.

"That's not true—I care about her just as much as you do!" the Seventh stammered, completely taken aback by how she had been suddenly accused for having felt something that she had not.

"She was in the lot! You could've prevented it even before he approached her—"

"And you think I don't go every single day thinking about that!?" Sooyoung's furious eyes snapped to connect with Jinsol's exasperated ones, the Seventh's demeanor looking as frustrated as she could get with her hands balled up into fists hanging by her sides while her eyes stayed connected with her member's, "We've never had any complications with our group since the beginning, and ever since Y/N came in the picture—it's as if the least we can do is not turn against each other."

"Oh, and that makes it her fault? Is that what you're trying to say?

"I'm trying my best to understand—alright!? I thought we can continue this Family without having her in the picture, but.." Jinsol tore her eyes away from Sooyoung's to think carefully about her next words, having an inkling that whatever she may say next would be enough to tip Sooyoung off the edge and tarnish her reputation completely—or in some sort of miracle, she'd be able to properly express what she had wanted to say, "I didn't want any of that to happen—I swear that if I could have stopped it in all the ways I've calculated it after, I would've. But it's already done, I messed up and the only thing I can do is try to make up for it with Y/N—for as long as she'll have me, and if she can't forgive me for what I've done then.."

Sooyoung lowered her eyes at Jinsol who shrugged her shoulders in defeat, sighing when she thought that the apology didn't go exactly as she'd expect it to be. She'd thought that once she laid her heart out, it'd go as smoothly and sincerely as she'd thought—but instead, she felt that the reason for Sooyoung's silence was that she had taken her words in the complete opposite. Her words being taken under the impression that she was over it, that she didn't care as much as she said she did—causing the gap between her and the members that had your well-being as the priority to broaden, when she had just warmed up to the idea that she had wanted the same thing as well.

The Ninth member eyed the struggling woman in front of her, it was clear that Jinsol was incessantly thinking through what she had just told her and continuously trying to criticize her choices of wording—but as much as Sooyoung hated the thought that had led her into blaming Jinsol for what had happened, the greater part of her that believes that the members would never do each other wrong was pushing past her projected anger. This wasn't them against a common enemy anymore, this was Sooyoung's protectiveness over you—against her protectiveness over her members, but instead of it mostly being directed towards the Lee Family's Boss, she had Jinsol to blame. And that was what caused her inner turmoil, Jinsol is her member and a member that had been one of the reasons that put you and Hyejoo in danger—but Jinsol was just as much as a member as the others, yet there Sooyoung stood, continuously reminding her that she had messed up and she needs to feel the consequences of her ignorance.

Sooyoung then realized that Jinsol had already been going through the motions just as she'd been, and it was unfair of how she was quick to blame her for it—when Sooyoung had no idea about what was about to come until Hyunjin had some sort of vision.

"Well—apologize to her, not me," Jinsol practically choked at Sooyoung's mumbled response, feeling the weight of her worries fall off her shoulders as she watched Sooyoung shake her head at her and detach herself from the wall—slipping a hand into the pocket of her dress pants as she placed the other to her neck, craning it as if to stretch in exhaustion. The member still had a pout set on her lips but her brows were anything but furrowed, just looking drained from the encounter—while Jinsol slowly started to fall apart in her position, "you can start by how you acted in our living room, then with whatever happened with the Lee Boss. She's not the type to hold a grudge, you know—yah! Jung Jinsol, get off me—"

"I thought you'd never forgive me! I apologized so many times and you were never this mad—"

"Let go!" Jinsol continued to wail as Sooyoung's pout threatened to stretch into a grin while she tried to pry the member's arms off her, opening her mouth to start threatening the Seventh. But just as she was about to, light footsteps started echoing from the steps behind Jinsol and soon after revealed an absorbed looking Haseul—which had seemed to be caught off guard at the sight as she blinked at the two who just froze in their spot and stared right back at her, Haseul's eyes softened only for a moment before they dimmed yet again.

Looking away from the two, Haseul motioned over to the end of the hall before starting to make her way past them.

"You've made up, good. Follow me." the youngest of the three started to walk down the halls, which made Jinsol release Sooyoung from her hold before they both hurried to trail behind the Leader—eyeing each other in question about what had the member in such state, Sooyoung could only hope that it was just something connected to the Lee Boss and nothing more.

As Haseul pulled the key out of her pocket, Sooyoung had remembered that the last time all twelve of them were inside the office was when Haseul had first sat herself into the Boss' chair—how she carefully laid out what specific orders the previous Boss stated before he had passed, and how they would slowly but surely make sure you were well acquainted with a few members. Haseul also swore that it would also be the last time that she were to set foot inside of the office, not finding it comfortable how she would occupy the room as if it were her own when her purpose was to have you settled into your rightful place.

And as if Jinsol could hear Sooyoung's thoughts coursing through her, they could only wonder how much trouble the Family had caught themselves into for Haseul to break her own word.

"Shut the doors behind you, I've asked to keep this floor vacated until one of us leaves the room." Jinsol quickly turned to shut the doors behind them as Sooyoung followed behind the Leader to stand in the middle of the room while Haseul circled behind the desk to open one of it's emptied drawers, reaching far into the compartment as if rummaging to find anything that had not been in there in the first place.

"Are you looking for something?" Jinsol question as she stood beside Sooyoung who eyed the Leader suspiciously, the two watching Haseul shut the drawer to then move to another.

"What are you even doing, Haseul?" the light sound of a click echoed through the spacious, and moonlit office that had Haseul tensing up on her spot. Jinsol made a move to approach to the woman and lend her a hand but Sooyoung grabbed ahold of her arm before she could even do anything, the two members carefully watching as Haseul pulled out what seemed to be a thick stack of papers—jaw clenched while she placed them on the desk before looking up the puzzled expression on her members' features.

"Lee Seokmin has returned to his conscious state today, he refused to speak with the doctors and requested to speak with the one he perceived as the Family's Boss. And so I paid him a visit," Haseul shut the drawer to fully grab the stack from the desk, eyeing the papers before walking over to the two and meeting them in the middle of the room, "he was convinced that I was Y/N, stating that he couldn't believe that the previous Boss' plan worked—how he kept the Heiress safe by letting her live a normal life outside of the Family, all while being protected from the other Families."

Jinsol paled as Sooyoung let go of her arm, eyes widening in alarm while Haseul stood in front of them with a vacant expression on her face.

"He asked me if I knew about it, when I found out about it—confessing that he knew about the documentation because he had overheard it once from the Jeon Family that the Heiress was being watched."

"We were watching over her, but I thought the documents were supposed to be discarded after the Boss' passing?" Jinsol barely questioned as her voice failed her, switching her eyes from Haseul to Sooyoung who could only look at Jinsol with wide eyes as well.

"It was, I saw through with it. Haseul, Vivi-unnie and I were the ones present when it was erased."

"He wasn't talking about our documents, he was talking about this." Haseul motioned to the papers in her hand, it didn't take too long of the three to stare at each other before Sooyoung reached over to grab the papers and start inspecting each and every page—feeling lightheaded at the information that she had read from it, how as if every page she had skimmed through just continued to reveal a deeper story behind the minimal observation reports that they had set for you.

The papers dated back up to four years prior to the previous Boss' passing, several pictures of you, Jungeun, and Jiwoo were practically on each page of the stack—the lightest conversations, passed homework, your every move was typed down as if they were studying not a living human being but a test subject. Through the documentation, it seemed as if you weren't the Y/L/N Y/N that the members had made a point on learning to care for and to believe that you'd lead them into a better future—but rather a statistic in which would demonstrate if you were fit in becoming a Boss for the highest ranking Family there ever was, and ever will be if you had truly had what it takes.

Whoever had created this document, only had that particular version of the Heiress in mind—and it made Sooyoung feel sick to her stomach.

"Who.. did this? How did you even know this exists!?" Sooyoung's voice started to raise as she looked up at the torn expression on Haseul's face, making Jinsol take a step in between the two to try and calm the Ninth member down while also turning to glance at the Leader behind her—but as Sooyoung started to prod Haseul with questions while waving the papers in her hand, Haseul swallowed sharply before looking up to meet the the concerned look on Jinsol's face.

"I didn't."

Haseul's words echoed in Sooyoung's head, and before she knew it—she had let the papers fall onto the ground, pushed past Jinsol to reach for Haseul's collar to aggressively grab ahold of her. However, Jinsol was quick to recover after staggering back—attempting to pry Sooyoung off of the Third member by wrapping an arm around the Ninth's waist and tugging her off the Leader.

"You—you're our Leader! You can't just tell us you have no clue! our lives are dependent on your choices—and you have the audacity to tell us you don't know!?"

"I thought I had properly vacated this room after we all left—that was the last time I've been here, it was all the previous Boss had instructed me.." Haseul barely whispered, crumbling under Sooyoung's hold to the point that it was the member that had been keeping her up on her feet—making Sooyoung snap out of her fuming state to watch the dread sink into her member's features, "he told me where everything was, the archives we needed—I thought he told me everything I needed to know, I was appointed Leader for this."

"Sooyoung, she doesn't know." Jinsol dragged out slowly as she loosened her grip over her member, walking towards Haseul and prying the Ninth's hands off completely from the Leader—all while keeping Haseul up on her feet by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, leading her to the desk so she had a place to lean on.

"The Twelve, Y/L/N Y/N—that's all I know, you have to believe me."

"We do, Haseul—Sooyoung's just in shock, we'll figure this whole thing out. Right, Ha Sooyoung?" the Ninth continued to stare at the two, absolutely mortified that they were currently easing themselves into uncharted waters—completely unknowing of what would come, but only to prepare themselves for whatever it may be. Sooyoung caught Jinsol switching her gaze from Haseul to the papers on the ground, the Seventh seemingly the more composed member out of the two—and as if moving completely out of practice, Sooyoung bended over to grab the papers and walk over to Jinsol to hand it to her.

"What do you suggest we do?" Jinsol's eyes widened at the blank, yet expectant look that Sooyoung held as she offered her the papers—glancing at Haseul who had now held onto the desk as if her life had depended on it, before she caught onto what exactly it was that Sooyoung was trying convey. With Haseul's Leadership position becoming nothing of aid to the members as of her current state, Sooyoung wanted them to work it out as a group instead of letting the woman carry all of this on her own. So Jinsol grabbed the papers from her hand, eyeing the front page and skipping to the last as she followed her gut—having a relieved sigh escaped her lips as she pointed a finger at the signed letter 'R' initial at the end of the page, it's ink shining under the moonlight while she directed it to Sooyoung's view.

"We can start by tracking whoever this is?"

"Alright." Jinsol gave Sooyoung a small, yet grateful smile before looking back down to scan the papers while Sooyoung turned to Haseul who sat still on the desk—completely frozen as she tried to recall every bit of information that the previous Boss had passed onto her, fingers gripping tightly onto the pin on her tie. The Ninth member reached over to place an consoling hand on the Leader's shoulder, halting mid-way but somehow going through with it—which made Haseul visibly tense but when she had found that it was Sooyoung from her peripheral vision, she just looked back down to return into her state of recollection.

"I shouldn't have lashed out, Haseul. I'm sorry."

"You have every right to be mad, I'm the appointed Leader and I can't even uphold a simple task. Even I'd be mad at myself." Jinsol snorted from behind her which made Sooyoung glance at the member, finding Jinsol eyeing Haseul from the side before flipping another page from the stack.

"You mean tracking down this profiler from just one initial? Haseul—you can't even find the right curtains to hang inside your room without Yerim." Sooyoung's lips broke into a grin which made Jinsol release a laugh, making the Leader turn to look at her members who were now laughing amongst themselves as they eyed the paper in Jinsol's hands. Haseul then looked up to find Sooyoung's careful eyes directed on her, the member giving Haseul a determined look in contrast to the Leader's downcast expression.

"You might be the Leader, but we are a team, Haseul. We'll get through this mess, with or without the previous Boss' help." Haseul tore her eyes away from Sooyoung to look back at Jinsol's thoughtful expression as the member continued to inspect the page—until she found Haseul watching her, so she gave her an encouraging look before raising a fist in the air.

"Damn right we are! Fighting!"

"If you use that language in front of Y/N—I swear, Jung Jinsol—"

"Your sister is a year away from graduating High School—she's old enough to know if cussing is bad or not."

"You don't tell me how to raise my sister!"

"She's our future Boss! She can decide that for herself!" Sooyoung placed her hands on her hips as she continued to banter with Jinsol as the member continued with her task, the two completely back to the way before their feud—while Haseul watched them silently, feeling the anguish of her assumed failure as a Leader slowly dissipate as Jinsol and Sooyoung continued on. The interaction had somehow eased the Third member's worries, the sight reminding her that no matter what happened—they were still the Twelve, and with that, the world would still be turning for as long as they'd stay like this after whatever may cross their path.

"Until we've figured out who this person is, be that they're in this Family preparing for another coup—or from outside, this stays between the three of us," Haseul stated, making Jinsol's look up to clearly try and object but one pleading look from Haseul—she had known that her intentions were nothing but for their safety, "please, the more people that know about this—the harder it will be to find them. One word about this from anyone but us.."

"They'll know we're onto them—got it."

"But what do we do about Lee Seokmin and his members?" Sooyoung crossed her arms on her chest as Haseul turned to look at her, more composed than a few moments ago.

"They'll be returning to the village that Jeon passed onto them in a few days, I made sure that he didn't recognize that I wasn't the Heiress he was talking about. All he can pass to whoever he pleases is that the Y/L/N Family's Heiress is back in her rightful place." Haseul concluded as Sooyoung released a heavy sigh, looking at Jinsol yet again but this time—Jinsol had lingered over one specific page.

"What is it?" Sooyoung leaned over to check at what the member was staring at, which made Haseul completely turn to peek as well when Jinsol practically gripped onto the stack in worry.

"From the beginning of the document, they never mentioned any names—they even labelled Jiwoo and Jungeun as Upperclassmen A, and Upperclassmen B," Jinsol placed a finger on a specific sentence on the paper before looking up at Haseul and Sooyoung, "'4:35PM: The Heiress returns home. Property under the name of 'Ha', a civilian household consisting of two adults and three daughters.'"

"Don't tell me—"

"Who ever this 'R' person is—they know exactly which one of us is the Heiress."

Hyejoo had just shut the door to Jungeun's empty room, signalling the end of her morning rounds which consisted of surveying the vacated rooms of the members that typically headed to school approximately two hours before her—when she had realized that today marked the fifth day since the incident, which made it Wednesday. And Wednesdays were different, because in that specific day Yeojin and Yerim would accompany Jungeun and Jiwoo for early morning Student Council. With Yerim being the President of her class, and Yeojin being her own—Jungeun had briefly talked the two into either occupying their roles once they've graduated, or at least being part of it.

The two Maknaes were quick to take her up for it, being that they had fit the credentials well—they'd agree without a doubt, but that had meant that every Wednesday, Hyejoo would only have to drive her and Chaewon to class. And it wasn't that she wasn't on good terms with her Gowon-unnie, it was quite the opposite—because every Wednesday morning would be Chaewon asking Hyejoo about how she's been, and how she had felt about whatever had happened the days before. Somehow, it had slightly bothered Hyejoo that she had always started off their conversation in that manner since Yeojin and Yerim rode with the two Unnies—but the ride had seemed to grow on her once she realized that the Eleventh member wasn't shooting up a conversation to fill the silence, but to genuinely ask Hyejoo how she's been.

Park Chaewon had surprisingly seemed to have understood her even in that alley, which was something that goes over Hyejoo's head sometimes.

The Twelfth's eyes seamlessly connected with your door in the middle of the hall as the recollection of the alley felt similar to what happened that day, and being that only room in that specific hall was only occupied by you—with Haseul, Sooyoung, Jinsol, and Kahei being everywhere at once, the closest member that could reach you incase of an emergency was Jungeun, because her room was the closest to yours. Hyejoo started to make her way to your room almost subconciously to check up on you when she was met by the unusual sight of Jeon Heejin who was never usually awake this early in the morning, already dressed in her uniform—glowing as if she'd just awakened to the greatest sleep she's ever had, her eyes even widening in surprise as she found Hyejoo coming from the other end of the hall.

"Son Hyejoo! Good morning!" Heejin waved enthusiastically with both hands outstretched, making the Maknae scrunch her nose up in distaste as Heejin grinned adoringly—eyes turning into crescents while she continued to her venture into your room, the sound of her footsteps lightly decreasing as she neared. The First member carefully twisted the handle to peek into your room, her smile impossibly widening as she expected to be greeted by the sight of you laying on your side with Jeon Stitchie and Hyunjin's Shiba Inu—only for her to squint her eyes through the darkness to find the two stuffed toys but not even the top of your head revealing from the covers in sight.

"Y/N-ah~?" Hyejoo heard Heejin call from her position, slightly peeking through the door frame, making the Twelfth member furrow her brows and stand behind the member just as she had flipped the light switch on—illuminating the empty room before walking inside and making her way over to the door that lead to your bathroom, pushing it open to find it unoccupied as well. Heejin continued to scan the room, even getting down on her knees by your bed to check if you were under it as Hyejoo stayed put by your door—watching her Unnie's puzzled features slowly turn into concern just as she saw someone approaching by her peripheral vision, she turned to find an equally confused Chaewon standing next to her before the Eleventh turned to her.

"Have you seen Vivi-unnie?"

"Did you just come from the Surveillance room?" Hyejoo questioned in reply, but before Chaewon could even get a word out—Kahei appeared from the end of the hall, seemingly reading a book while doing her rounds as she donned her reading glasses. Heejin had managed to slide past the two members just as Kahei was about to walk past them, making the woman look up from her book to eye the startled trio in wonder.

"What's with all the worried looks? Did something happen?" Kahei asked softly, making Hyejoo and Chaewon exchange glances while Heejin looked at your empty room before looking back at Kahei.

"Unnie, Y/N's not in her room." Heejin stated in a tone that had slowly started to reflect her dismay, but as Kahei tilted her head at the three something flashed in her eyes before she stared directly at Heejin—as if she should've known.

"Of course she isn't, she already left with Jungeun and Jiwoo. Why? Is there something I should be worried about?" Hyejoo's eyes widened in surprise as Heejin mouth popped open at Kahei's nonchalant reply, Chaewon was the only one of the three who had managed to not be surprised—considering that she had been looking for the Fifth member to ask why she had been the one to send you and the other members off as she watched a replay of the cameras just as she had woke up.

"You let her go, just like that?"

"I didn't see a problem with it—she had me convinced, afterall," Chaewon raised a brow at Kahei, to which the member only smiled at before walking past the bewildered Heejin and Hyejoo and return to reading her book as she walked down the hall, "Heejin, it must be some miracle that you woke up before Hyunjin—but if you don't wake her up you'll both be late to class. You two should start getting ready as well, Hyejoo, Chaewon."

The three members watched as Kahei disappeared from the hallway, turning to face each other briefly before hastily doing as the member had told. Heejin switched the lights off and shut the door before speed-walking down the hall to Hyunjin's room—pounding her fist against the door the second she reached it and tugging on the handle as she followed by calling her member's name. On the other side of the door, Hyunjin had already been awake, she was just about ready to leave—all she needed was to attach her pin onto her tie which she had quickly finished, so she grabbed her bag from her desk to pull the door open and roll her eyes at the sight of her aggrievated best friend.

"I get it—you woke up before me for the first time in years, you don't have to shove it to my face." Hyunjin pushed past Heejin who was trying to catch her breath, breathing in deeply before stopping Hyunjin dead on her tracks with what she was just about to say.

"Y/N isn't in her room—she left with Jungeun-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie to school!"

"..She what?"

Greetings,

I hope this message finds you well—sike with the formalities, it's a tumblr post, there's no need for that. But what this Author's Note actually needs is.. An apology (even though I came clear with you all if you've read through the first chapter to not be too attached with this story) because it's been over two months since my last story update!

But in all honesty, I'm not even sure if it had actually been two months or.. A month and a few days—but still! Am I back? Maybe~ What could JJ have been possibly doing to go MIA for this long? Real life stuff, but mostly the overwhelming feeling of Orbit twitter that's.. Something, a true bit of love and hate between that.

It's actually funny how many Episode VI's I've wrote before properly settling with this one, the first draft had too many new characters involved (spoilers for who they are? I'm sure if you've read a few LOONA fics—it's just in between those lines), the second and nth were all too messy—and so there's this one! I think it's a nice turn, considering that this is the half of Act I. and I literally just wrote this in one go again, I really can't believe myself at this point.

Though I think most of our new readers that are following this blog is more into the OS spectrum—so I should maybe start leaving posts? Like.. Talk? But it's not really my thing, having posts up but it's just me talking about God knows what—I don't really know how to feel about it.

I'm getting way over ahead of myself again, so yeah. I truly hope you guys are doing well out there, what's happening outside of these social media platforms is absolutely petrifying—I made this blog as an outlet to express how much I love the girls but you can't escape the crippling truth that is reality itself. This world is unforgiving even to those who had never done anything drastically wrong, and for a writer to not have the proper words to express how they truly feel about what's happening around them.. Please take care of yourselves, and I'm sorry for not being able to find the right words for this.

Laters,

JJ.

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"my mom says i can't hang out with you anymore," the young boy offers, kicking a rock as he walks at the judge's side. "i guess she's afraid of new eden or something. she's always been afraid of new eden." kiaan sighs, looking up at the masked figure, "she said something happened. a long time ago. that you're all dangerous and i shouldn't trust you. but i don't think that's true. you wouldn't hurt me -- would you?"

The Collapse had brought ruin to this destroyed war zone. It once held so much beauty and wonderment, but that all changed the day the bombs fell. Joseph had always preached that the new dawn would bring life and happiness, peace and order, innocence and beauty. Yet when they had surfaced, the world had been overtaken by those who called themselves the HIGHWAYMEN. Joseph didn’t want to fight them, instead allowing his people to draw back further north to keep out of their murder sprees.

Prosperity became a MUCH BIGGER threat as time ticked on.

Even though he was Joseph’s own personal Judge, that did NOT MEAN he was restricted to the inside walls. There were many other hunters who were more than capable of keeping an eye on the place while he took a WALK outside these restricting walls. On these walks, he’d gone too deep into Prosperity territory and found himself staring at a young, lost boy. Well, not COMPLETELY young, but old enough to UNDERSTAND he shouldn’t be out there.

One his way returning him HOME to Prosperity, the Judge had found out his name was KIAAN.

From there, the young teen had made it a HABIT to sneak out and GREET his masked friend. Oh, he had drawn up so much of the Judge’s confusion and wonderment. Why would he want to see him? To enjoy the company of his SIN-RIDDLED SOUL? The Judge never pushed him away, let him do as he pleased. Days turned to weeks and those weeks to months. They got along so well; Kiaan had an interest and a NEED to learn what the Judge knew. And as the time passed, the Judge had grown used to his company. He ENJOYED it.

Until today.

The Judge tilts his head at him curiously, listening to his words. Something about his mother, new eden and being TERRIFIED for her son. But the Judge could understand. The people out Hope County knew and experienced what Joseph had done. They were still MORE THAN WARY of what they could do. The man sighs, turning to face the younger. His reply comes muffled by the mask,

“You have no reason to be scared of ME, Kiaan….I wouldn’t hurt you. Never would.” He pauses here, silent, for a few seconds before continuing, “Your mother has much reason to be scared of us. But those bad happenings were years ago, before the Collapse. Before you were BORN.” But his mother was worried and for a JUSTLY cause. “I don’t want to get you in trouble. If she doesn’t want us to see each other anymore…..than I would feel awful not following her wishes…”

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Zinedine Zidane’s Real Madrid summer master plan: Do they sign Paul Pogba and Eden Hazard?

Zinedine Zidane still hasn't won an game since coming back to Real Madrid and he is perilously close to beating last season's record or finishing 17 points behind Barcelona.

But he did have something to cheer him up on Thursday night in the shape of 19-year-old former Manchester City forward Brahim Diaz.

The coach is using the remaining games this season to give all his squad players an opportunity and Diaz impressed with a man-of-the-match performance in Real Madrid's draw with Getafe.

Zinedine Zidane will have some tough decisions to make at Real Madrid over the summer

Zidane has four more games left to survey his squad.

Sportsmail looks at the master plan being formed: who's on their way out, who's hanging on, who's coming back from loan spells, who does Zidane want to stay, and who's desperate to bring in.

INCOMING

Zidane wants Paul Pogba and Eden Hazard. The latter should not be a problem. The former might be more difficult because the price is high, the wages are high, the agent's fee is high, and the fondness for the player among the club's directors is low.

If it were down to President Florentino Perez, Pogba would not be pursued but Zidane wants him and Zidane was promised authority over signings. In theory that is still what Perez intends to give him but in practice he will only get what he wants if the club can afford it.

Real Madrid have tasks out of loans in the United States to finance their € 575m stage renovation and must pay back € 29.5m year from 2023 to 2049 to pay for building work that is expected to start this summer and take four years to complete.

Paul Pogba is his main target but there may be some issues about his fee and his wages

Eden Hazard should not be a problem for Real Madrid to sign – and Zidane wants him

That ought to enable them to keep spending on signings while they improve their ground but – barring themed players for huge fees – the days or € 300m of summers are gone.

If Pogba is not within reach then Christian Eriksen is an option preferred by the Madrid board who believe will be much cheaper because he is in the last year of his contract.

Elsewhere Eder Militao, hailed as the 'next Pepe' by the technical staff responsible for brining him to Spain after just one season in European football, has already signed from Porto. He will join Sergio Ramos, Raphael Varane and Nacho to contest a center-back spot next season.

Eder Militao, hailed as the" next Pepe " ', has already been signed up to join in the summer

The other position that is new to vying for starting berths is center-forward. Karim Benzema's 21 league goals have got Madrid out of plenty of holes and Hazard will be expected to hit 20 goals a season from attacking midfield.

But Zidane wants more Orthodox No. 9. It could be Raul de Tomas returning on loan from Rayo Vallecano.

But Barcelona apparently giving up the chase for Eintracht Frankfurt's Luka Jovic could leave the way open for Madrid, but again the price will be the issue with € 60m his estimated value.

HANGING ON

Zidane's one thing for Madrid to say they will indulge every whim but it is another thing for them to sell a player who does not want to leave and has no suitors who can afford him.

Zidane's plan when he was returned to use Gareth Bale to raise funds. But the club did not receive a single offer for the 29-year-old.

James Rodriguez to Bayern Munich playing his € 6.5m wages and the same amount again to Real Madrid. But Bale’s wages are closer to € 17m than € 7m.

Marco Asensio and Isco are others who might have moved a market for them.

Toni Kroos and Marcelo were also mentioned as dead-wood clear outs but both have made the right noises. It seems now Zidane is back no one wants to leave.

Zidane's plan was to use Gareth Bale to raise funds but there are no offers available

RETURNING

Madrid have been players on loan but most of the players are being pushed back to raise money for buys.

Martin Odegaard is due back from Vitesse Arnhem but is wanted by Ajax. Oscar Rodriguez has done well at Leganes but not well enough to convince Madrid and he will be sold.

There will be no place for center-forward Borja Mayoral who comes back from Levante.

There will be no place for center-forward Borja Mayoral when he returns from Levante

James Rodriguez – he will also spin through the revolving doors, in his two-year spell at Bayern and back out again to anyone who will pay his wages.

Rodrygo Goes, the 18-year-old from Santos, is also due to arrive at the club this summer having stayed in Brazil after Madrid bought him last summer.

The club could loan him to Ronaldo's club Valladolid or he could go straight into Zidane's squad. Achraf Hakimi returns from Dortmund and must wait to see if that is to stay or move on again.

STAYING

Zidane wants Ramos as his captain alongside Varane. He wants Modric to remain too and he definitely wants Benzema leading the line. Other preferences are more negociable.

He prefers Keylor Navas to Thibaut Courtois but is likely to grant the club its wish to sell the Costan Rican to give the younger Belgium goalie a free pass to undisputed first team football in both league and Champions League.

After Thursday night's display Brahim looks like it could feature next season. The only question will be: if Hazard, Pogba and a striker arrive, will he get game time?

A loan will remain an option with plenty of La Liga sides interested in taking him for one season.

After Thursday night's display Brahim Diaz looks like he could feature next season

DEFINITELY IN DEPARTURES

Midfielders Dani Ceballos and Marcus Llorente are both very pessimistic about their chances of still being at the club next season. Zidane did not fancy fancy them in his first spell at the club and it seems nothing has changed.

Mariano Diaz is another who looks to have no future. Fede Valverde has given plenty of game time but that could also be to attract interested parties. His age may mean he stays out on loan.

The rest remains up for grabs. Players are playing for their futures even if the club is playing for nothing.

Midfielders Dani Ceballos is very pessimistic about his future at Real under Zidane

How the squad could look

THE GOALKEEPER AND DEFENSE

First choice: Courtois – Carvajal, Ramos, Varane, Marcelo

Second choice: Lunin – Odriozola, Militao , Nacho, Reguilon

THE MIDFIELD

First choice: Casemiro, Pogba / Modric

Second choice: Kroos, Modric / Eriksen

THE ATTACKING MIDFIELD

First choice: Asensio, Hazard, Vinicius

Second ch oice: Bale, Isco, Lucas Vazquez

THE NUMBER 9

First choice: Benzema

Second choice: Raul de Tomas / Jovic / Rodrigo

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