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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Oral Support - Ghost x Reader [M]

Summary: A disastrous brush with auto-correct leads you down a path you had only ever dreamed of walking.

Notes: 18+, Implications of smut, actual smut, graphic descriptions of smut, no use of pronouns for Reader except for ‘you’, fluffy towards the end of both parts (separated by - ), Reader over-thinks (don’t we all?), oral (male receiving), a bit of angst at the beginning of part 2 (Parts 1 and 2 separated by the - ), mentions of pain, graphic description of smut, fluff at the end, (Y/N) is a little awkward at first, (Y/N) is inexperienced, (Y/N) also gets anxious, nervous knuckle cracking, pet name used.

Wordcount: 4,897 words

The fact that you’d managed to get as close to Ghost as you had was in itself miraculous. Well, ‘close’ being an exaggeration; immediate acquaintances, at the least. Friends, at the most. Regardless, it had come with its many obstacles.

Such as now, after your inquiry about Ghost’s day, which you’d hoped to be benign, which was met with a simple: Alright.

Oh god, the dreaded full stop.

Your heart spiked, your back was up. Your micro-analysis began.

He doesn’t usually end sentences with a full stop - he thinks they’re a waste of time. Is he mad at me? Did someone steal his phone and impersonate him? Is he okay?-

You heaved a sigh. Told yourself to calm down.

It’s fine, you’re fine, he’s fine. Stop over-thinking everything.

But alas, that is what we are all victims to when in the throws of a crush.

The word had crossed your mind every now and again, dancing between your synapses like a demon in a church. It made you cringe, made you feel juvenile. Inferior. But you couldn’t deny it. In spite of its childish connotations, it was what you were experiencing.

You had a crush on Ghost.

Absolutely ludicrous is what you’d called it when you were alone. Totally and unequivocally baseless. You hadn’t even seen his face, nor did you know his name. You just knew that you liked him. And you’d hoped that somehow, somewhen, he’d grow to tolerate you, too. And that hope was being steadily fed by Soap, who’d reassured you during your sleep-deprived, delirious ramblings (of which you remember little) that “Getting Ghost’s number is a good sign,” and that it meant he “at the very least acknowledges you.”

Better than nothing,you’d convinced yourself. Better to be acquaintances than strangers.

You knew not to press the issue. You knew when to stop. But you just wanted to make extra, doubly sure.

Positive?

You hoped he’d understood your message. Hoped it hadn’t been too vague. Your phone pinged. He always managed to get back to you quick enough, you’d noted - something Soap had brought to your attention, too.

Yeah.

Okay, you told yourself. Enough stress. Time for bed.

You were about to put your phone down. Just about to. Then, a brilliant idea flashed in your mind.

You opened the message board again and began typing.

I’m here for moral support if you want it

Perfect, you told yourself. Not pressuring him to open up but making yourself available to him. Brilliant.

You sent the message, put the phone away, and turned in.

But something crossed your mind just as sleep caught up with you. It was a nagging feeling, the same twinge of anxiety one gets when they wonder if they’ve locked their front door or taken their chicken out to defrost overnight.

It made you uncomfortable. You shifted, hoping a change of position would make it go away.

It didn’t.

You turned to lay on your back, huffed, and looked up at the ceiling, as if the answer lay there.

What is it? you asked yourself. What could it possibly be?

You ran through your day, brushing over everything you’d done, anything you may have missed. Right up until you turned over on your side and tried to get some sleep.

And then it came to you. An intrusive thought, a message from God, a monster lunging out from a closet. It held your heart in its icy grip. Sitting bolt upright, you tore your phone from your nightstand and opened your message board with Ghost.

I’m here for oral support if you want it

How?! you screamed within. How could I have misspelled-

Auto-correct. Of course.

Even worse, Ghost had read it and said nothing.

You were on damage control immediately, putting all PR managers everywhere to shame.

*moral support

I meant moral support.

The full stop and calmness with which you communicated belied the storm that brewed in your mind. You tried to counteract it, asking yourself what the worst he could think or do was. That made it worse, your brain taking you down dark alleys and avenues of a lonely future, forcing you to shake hands with your own doom.

Eyes bleary with sleep and panic, you scarcely noticed that Ghost had replied, the only indication being your phone vibrating.

You scoured the screen, breaking your anxious haze and analysing his message.

Is that offer revoked?

The image - the intrusive image- of the implication of Ghost’s message flashed behind your eyes, blinding you. Your phone dropped onto your covers.

You stifled a scream.

What do I do? you thought. Who do I call?

You considered your best friend, but that was’t an option. Asleep, most likely. It was 2 AM. Their answer wouldn’t come quick enough.

Okay, Y/N, you can do this! Channel the energy of someone who knows what they’re doing.

You began typing.

Not if you want it ;-)

You’d accidentally channeled the energy of someone who had a good track record of flirting. Or, at least, you hoped.

Ghost began typing. Your heart pounded.

I’ll be back in a few days. Be ready for me.

Your heart seized. You screamed.

It worked! It’d actually worked! Auto-correct and your aimless flirting had done it!

Then, the excitement snapped off, a twig from a tree. Realisation dawned on you.

You only had a few days to perfect your technique. Now you really did need to call your best friend. I’ll do it tomorrow, you told yourself, and resisting the urge to message Ghost a plethora of excited nonsense, you took a shaky breath and lowered your phone to your side.

Somewhere amongst your newfound, delighted anxiety lay excitement, the hope that this accident, this interaction, could lead to something more. You smiled widely, the scene of you and Ghost, unmasked, on a date playing behind your eyelids, a projection of the future.

For lack of a better term, Ghost had ghosted you. After your interaction days before, you’d seen (or heard) neither hide nor hair of him; not from the boys, and certainly not from Ghost himself. Thus, here you were, knee bouncing as you perched on the edge of your sofa, mind racing with the ever-looming threat of rejection.

Maybe he was joking, you thought. Maybe he saw it as a throwaway flirtation and nothing more, maybe- maybe-

You didn’t want to cry. You really, really didn’t want to, but there was something about the possibility, the mere indication, of rejection - silent rejection at that - that made you want to choke up and shed a tear.

Get over yourself, it’s not like you had a chance anyway.

A cruel smile crossed your face. Ah well, nothing ventured, nothing lost. Or gained.

With creaking knees, you stood, a shred of a laugh at your absurd attempts to impress Ghost slithering up your throat. The taste of mint slathered on your tongue reminded you of the nigh ritualistic self-care you’d inflicted on yourself these last few days. All just for him.

Sighing, you glanced about your spotless, soulless apartment, any indication of idiosyncrasy shoved under your bed or into the boiler cupboard. After inviting your friend round for a pity party - the same friend who had rigorously instructed you on blowjob etiquette - this place would sooner resemble the remains of a celebrity blowout than the quaint little apartment you called home.

You hummed, hoping the impromptu song would distract you from the growing desire to cry. Wallow, one might say.

A reality-piercing rapping at your door tore you from your train of thought. You jumped, almost throwing up your own skeleton. Your heart thudded in your chest, a steadily unsteady rhythm of anxiety coursing through you like acid.

Silence for a moment. Then: “(Y/N)?”

Your knees almost buckled beneath the weight of your incredulity. THe voice was low, raspy, distinctly British, the North-Western Manchester industrialism evident within it. Almost unbelievable.

Your chest erupted with razor-edged butterflies, nerves frying, heart thrumming, harp strings played by a manic god.

“Uh- y-yeah?” you called, peering round the living room door and down the hallway, the front door just in sight. You didn’t want to sound as if the voice was too familiar to you, just in case it wasn’t. In case it wasn’t Ghost.

“You gonna let me in or what?”

You didn’t move for a second, and then moved all at once. “‘Course, coming!” Your voice wavered as you hurried down the hall and to the door. Reaching it, you breathed deeply, quietly, aware of how thin the walls were, straightened out your shirt, and unlocked the door.

And there he stood.

Very little light made it past him, his hulking form taking up all the room that the doorway could spare him, broad and unrelenting. His mask made him appear as a reaper, eyes dark as the rest of his attire. With him he carried a canvas bag. You swallowed thickly.

“H-ey,” you said lightly, voice strained, cracking. You coughed, tried again. “Hey,” you repeated, normally, this time, and leaned against the doorframe. Ghost only looked down at you, emotions and intentions unknown.

Well, mostly unknown. No doubt the message - the silent promise - you’d given him flashed in his mind as it flashed in yours, weaving itself into the fabric of your psychology as any tangible crush did.

“Did it take you long to get here?” Small talk. Well done, (Y/N). You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to hide the hammering of your heart, making the fabric of your shirt jump as it thudded against your chest.

“Depends.” was all Ghost said. He peered over your shoulder. “You alone?” The question made something in you stir. The implication sat heavy in your stomach. It promised something, wanting to crack and bloom. You nodded, not trusting your voice, fighting the smile blistering onto your lips.“Right, then.” Ghost rasped. He looked at you. You looked at him. You both waited for the other to do something. You realised it was your turn.“Oh!” you exclaimed, folding out of Ghost’s path. “Come in, make yourself comfortable-”

Ghost breezed past you, not one for formalities. You swallowed and shut the door behind him. You begged and pleaded with any deity available that you hadn’t already annoyed him.He found the living room and placed his bag down, its contents heavy, evidenced by the thunk it made as it hit the carpet. He shed his gloves soon after, throwing them atop the bag.

You followed behind, squeezing your fingers, cracking your knuckles. Your breathing was shallow and you felt warm all over, the beginnings of sweat forming under your armpits.

Ghost looked around; you could only assume he was familiarising himself with the environment. You coughed and gestured to the sofa, at which point Ghost turned and looked back at you.

“Take a seat,” you said, more requested, actually. Ghost gave a light nod and sat down, making the sofa bow in the centre beneath his weight. He gave a sigh, shut his eyes, and said nothing. He seemed to be comfortable, and you wondered if he’d come straight here from his latest mission. My head game needs to be immaculate to justify him coming all the way from God-knows-where to my apartment, you panicked.

You had the idea of prolonging said demonstration of said head game by offering Ghost tea, a British favourite, which he declined. You offered him water, biscuits, an omelette, a pair of fluffy socks, a film; he declined them all.

“I’ll tell you what I do want, though,” Ghost rasped, looking at you with undivided attention.

You wanted to be sick. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do this, you were simply mortified of the embarrassment that would come with not knowing how to walk the walk after talking the talk. You hoped you could buy yourself just a few more minutes to go over the needlessly explicit notes your friend had given you on this interaction.

You didn’t want to play dumb, nor did you mean to. You just wanted more time. “What?” you said, nigh shaking with uncertainty.

Ghost beckoned you and, with nowhere else to run, you came to him, standing just out of reach of his knees. He took your wrist and pulled you closer. “On your knees,” he said. His voice felt heavier, either because of the mask or…something else.

Your heart jumped up your throat. You swallowed it.

And now, on buckling legs, you lowered yourself to the floor, pants keeping your knees from being carpet-burned. You kept your breathing quiet, trying to deepen it. Your nerves were no less frazzled.

Ghost lifted his hips from the sofa and unbuckled his belt. He withdrew himself from his pants before you could comprehend or prepare yourself for what was happening.

“Woah!” you exclaimed. Then, you felt your heart and stomach sink. I did not just say that out loud, you begged. Oh my god, no, please.

Ghost’s head tilted as he continued looking down at you, holding his cock in his hand. Given how large the rest of him was, this shouldn’t have been surprising. Still, you were impressed; especially considering he was already half-hard. Something in you felt tight and hot.

“Woah?” he said. You could practically feel him raising an eyebrow beneath his mask. “That impressive, is it?”

You found yourself nodding. You were past the initial point of shame until you encountered the next; your own inexperience. Ghost let out a huff of air, likely a laugh or one of its diluted associates.

“Well, I’m honoured,” he said. There was jest in his tone, and for that you were grateful. You smiled, trying to combat the growing fear overtaking you. Not as honoured as I, you wanted to say, but it felt far too mediaeval and, dare you say, cringe, for this situation. You just nodded. Again

And here you were, staring at the dick of the man who had become the most recent and potent object of your affections. With absolutely no inclination as to what to do next. Your hands were folded in your lap. You squoze them together, trying to disperse some of your nervous energy.

With every second that passed you could feel Ghost’s eyes burning holes into you. You knew the bare basics, and that was all anyone could ask of you. Just put it in your mouth and get it over with, you thought. Though, not that you didn’t want to take your time; you would have loved to given that you knew how to make Ghost feel good. But right now, your main concern was trying not to destroy any semblance of respect Ghost may have accrued for you by giving the most terrible head of his life.

All while thinking this, you hadn’t moved, eyes glazed over. Ghost’s baritone came as a startling distraction.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he said. There was mild concern laced somewhere in his voice.

“Oh, no! Totally fine!” you said. Your voice cracked and you winced internally.

“You sure?”

You nodded, smiling through the anguish. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just…been a while since I’ve seen…” you didn’t want to make eye contact with it again; it felt wrong to do so without doing something to it.

“How long?” The rounded edges of his accent and refusal to pronounce a handful of letters felt oddly endearing to you in this moment. Or perhaps you were clutching at straws, anything else to pay attention to aside from the growing tension in the room.

“Uh…” you pretended to count how long ago your last encounter was, already knowing the answer. “About…I don’t know, doesn't matter - just a long time,” you smiled, your signature at the end of a disaster of a sentence.

Ghost said nothing. Did nothing. He leaned over, placing his elbows on his knees, and stared into you. His mask consumed your vision. You knew you couldn’t look anywhere else, frozen.

“(Y/N)...” he began, sighing lightly. “Do you actually wanna do this?”

“Yeah! I mean, I want to, I really want to! It’s just that…” You wanted to swallow your confession, hide it where nobody would ever find it. Ghost’s head tilted as he looked at you.

“But what?” he said. His voice held no urgency, no pressure, but something…sincere. Curiosity? Perhaps he wasn’t accustomed to dealing with your sort.“I…” You sighed. The jig was up. Time to come clean.

“I’ve never actually done this before.” You hammered the final nail in your coffin. “Ever.” Your gaze dropped and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, to see his disappointment. You hid, pointing your face to the floor, your hands on your thighs. You heard Ghost shift.

“Well then, why didn’t you say so?” You felt a hand slide around the back of your head. You jumped, gaze snapping to meet Ghost’s. There was a glimmer in his eye. “I’ll guide you. Just keep your teeth out the way and suck.” His eyes were darker than they had been before. Even without the mask, you felt that he would look just the same.

You nodded, mouth ajar with shock. Ghost took full advantage by bringing your head down to his thighs and prying your mouth open with the tip of his cock. You jumped, he held you in place. You could feel how many hours he’d put into his strength by his firm grip in your hair; not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know that it could.

And that power made you warm and wet in places that typically couldn’t be provoked by real, physical men. The many figures and books you’d swept under both the proverbial and physical rug were evidence of this.

Taking in the bulbous tip, you recalled Ghost’s explicit instructions to keep your teeth out of the way and all but unhinged your jaw, trying to accommodate the first of many inches. With the restraint of a god, Ghost only watched, waiting for you to accustom yourself to his girth before continuing.

“Y’alright, Precious?” he said, squeezing your hair, prompting an answer. You hummed around him, making his eyes twitch and the rest of him harden. “Now,” he breathed, “be good for me. Keep goin’,”

You couldn’t nod, you couldn’t do anything aside from what he’d instructed you. And so, you descended. You inhaled another inch or two, swallowing when you felt your saliva collecting in your mouth. As soon as you did, Ghost jutted by a fraction. You decided to try something you remembered teaching yourself.

Your tongue gingerly danced along the edge of his shaft, trying to find the tip before it was too far down the back of your throat even for light to reach it. Ghost gave a light groan as your tongue glossed over the veins of his cock, stopping only upon feeling a dip in the head. Then, with little mercy or idea of what would happen, you stroked it with your tongue, continually, back and forth, in a sustainable rhythm that eased you into a comfortable monotony.

You closed your eyes, mapping out his member in your mind’s eye, a new, salt-like taste slick on your tongue as you went. Ghost’s light groaning turned into a deeper grunt, making your stomach feel tight. You recognised this new taste as pre-cum, something you’d thought was a myth until just now.

It excited you to think that you were the one making Ghost feel this way. You hazarded a glance at said man, and upon doing so, found him looking down at you through heavy eyes. You felt seen, and suddenly very naked. No, exposed. You resisted the flight response to withdraw.

Ghost’s hand rested on the back of your head, and, ever so slightly, you felt him pushing on it. “Go on,” he said through deepening breaths. “Take more of me.”

You obeyed, and, swallowing the collection of pre-cum and saliva collecting in your maw, urged yourself to take another inch or two. You gagged, the tip almost hitting the back of your throat. You could feel it practically grazing the soft, wet skin of your throat.

“S’alright, take your time,” he said, his chest appearing to rise and bay like the tide, deep and consistent.

You took a moment to familiarise yourself, to acquaint yourself with his size, before resuming. You knew you couldn’t take much more at this rate, and you didn’t want to open your eyes to see how much was left of him. Though, judging by the warmth radiating against your face and the tickling sensation of hair against your nose, you figured not too much more.

Your previous anxieties had washed away with Ghost’s soft guidance, leaving you to enjoy the sound of ghost’s groan-laced breaths and the barely restrained juts of his hips as his body urged you to take more.

You began bobbing your head, withdrawing your mouth before impaling it back onto Ghost’s length, all the while his breaths became more laboured, laced with groans and an odd moan. Your hands came to rest atop his knees, holding onto him. You yourself felt a wetness developing between your legs, though you tried not to think about it. A tightness formed in your core, jolting you with flashes of rapture.

You sucked hard, coaxing a faint ‘Ah' from Ghost, followed by the purr in his chest. Guttural groans.

You felt the sheer weight of Ghost’s dick on your tongue, making your jaw begin to ache. You tried to push this aside, too, opting instead to focus entirely on making sure Ghost finished. You’d read enough fanfiction to be able to tell when that would happen.

Whenever you swallowed around his cock, you heard a strangled noise escape him, not yet a moan, but the promising beginnings of one. It was deep, gruff. You wondered if Ghost made noises like this while getting himself off. The thought sent another jolt between your legs.

The sound of your collective breathing and you guzzling your own pre-cum-laced saliva made the room feel smaller, encasing you both in your own story, one which you hoped had a happy ending.

“Fuck me,” he breathed as your tongue caught a particularly prominent vein, “you sure you’ve never done this before?” He looked down at you through half-lidded, almost closed eyes. Hooded. You felt a smile coming on yet was physically incapable of expressing it. You hummed a response, pride swelling in your chest as you watched Ghost’s eyes screw shut at the feeling.

You wondered if he was close, and, judging by the shortening space between his breaths and the amount of pre-cum filling your mouth, you believed so. His grip in your hair tightened and you could feel him becoming more lost by the second as his restraint crumbled, leading to his grip becoming somewhat painful.

You ignored it, instead trying to take the rest of him for the final stretch. You swallowed, then advanced, swallowing the last couple of inches. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged, trying to suppress the aching in your jaw and throat. Ghost hissed, his hips bucking once before he settled again. Your nose was pressed against the bottom of his stomach, dark, curly hairs tickling your nose.

You sucked him, felt him, your tongue trying to coat every inch of him in your saliva, the fire in your lower half burning brighter than ever. Your mind wandered to what it would feel like to be filled by him, encouraging you to go faster. Harder. You moved at a pace you thought was beyond your capacity, lips burning from the friction of sliding across the length of Ghost’s glossed cock.

“Just like that,” he breathed, just about capable of forming a cohesive thought, never mind a sentence.Something in your intuition told you he was close. Or perhaps it was in the way his groans had turned into deep, baritone moans and barely-comprehensible curses. You sucked harder.

“Keep goin’,” he said, breathless, “‘m nearly there,”

With a final push, running your tongue along a sensitive vein and swallowing, throat contracting around his tip, he came. Hard. He let out a mask-muffled moan, short yet harsh and potent, tailing off into a symphony of heavy breaths and groans. The sound made your core hot and tight, radiating tension and the promise of euphoria.

His hand fused with your hair, gripping it tight enough to make you wince. Thick ropes of warm cum filled your mouth and throat, forcing you to withdraw as it went down the wrong way. You kept your mouth closed when you coughed, unsure of what to do with Ghost’s semen. It felt far too precious to spit out, yet you were unsure as to whether you were permitted to swallow. You watched Ghost collect his thoughts, his hold on your head loosening. He ran his fingers through where he’d held you, soothing you. Apologising for how rough he’d been.

His eyes opened, and he looked at you. You could see them widen fractionally as he spotted your cum-filled cheeks, waiting for his order.

“Fuckin’ hell.” he said, releasing a breath. Admiring his work. “Didn’t know you were waitin’ for me.”

You nodded, the taste of salt engulfing your tongue almost overwhelming. Ghost released the back of your head and deposited himself back into his pants, now having softened. He leaned down, just above eye level with you. “Swallow,” he ordered.

You did, and Ghost watched your throat bob. He gave a short hum and ran his thumb over the outline of your bottom lip. You leaned into his touch, his hand warm against your scorching skin.

You didn’t know how long you remained like that for, but it didn’t feel long enough. He withdrew, leaving you to feel cold without his immediate presence. Then, the reality of what you’d just done dawned on you. Your eyes widened, and you tried to keep your surprise to yourself.

You could scarcely believe that you’d actually - or rather, you and Ghost had - managed to do that without disappointing him. You only hoped it was as good for Ghost as he’d made it seem.

“Ghost,” you said, voice raspy and low, soft with inquisition. Ghost only hummed, leaning against the backrest of the sofa. “Did…” you swallowed, the slick remnants of him residing in crevices in your mouth. “Did I do well?” You almost wished you hadn’t asked, cringing at how desperate for confirmation you sounded. In your head, at least.

Ghost didn’t make it seem like that. He gave a slight nod.

“Very well,” he said, his emphasis reassuring you. You felt as if you could release the monstrous doubt accumulating on your shoulders. You gave a smile, plumping your flushed cheeks.

You both remained in slow silence, coming down from the excitement of what had just unfolded. Your gazes wandered the room, looking at nothing in particular. You wanted to maintain the tranquillity that had settled, but you felt another question burning in your lungs, desperate to be answered. You waited, then waited a little longer. Then, you asked.

“Ghost?” you said, your sore throat prickling, the ache in your knees becoming apparent to you. He looked to you. “Why did you come here?” Your question was genuine, and you didn’t want the skin-deep answer you knew was available to him; because I wanted a quick blow before I went home. You wanted him to look past that. His gaze was unintelligible.

“Why’d you invite me ‘ere?”

You blinked, then your honesty got the better of you. “Because…” You felt your face heating up again. You’ve literally just blown him, this should be a cake walk! “Because I...like you…?”

Ghost’s chest rumbled, likely a laugh.

“Well then, there’s your answer.”

Your heart wanted to soar, but the vagueness of his answer made you lust to ask just one more question.

“So…” you hoped your inquisitiveness (or density, as you might call it) was endearing, or at the least an excuse for your lack of abstract understanding. “Does this mean that you like me, too?” Your voice became more and more interrogative, phrasing the question in such a way that made it seem a mockery of itself, as if it were cosplaying its own function, exaggerated.

Ghost went quiet for a moment. “Honestly?” he said. You almost nodded before realising he was going to say more. “Yeah. I do.”

Okay, now your heart soared. You couldn’t fight the smile overtaking your features. Ghost noticed and made haste to try and revoke some of the joy he’d inflicted.

“Now don’t get all soppy on me,” he said, pointing a finger at you. “Else I’ll be forced to take drastic action.” Ignore you until you stop, is what your mind told you he’d do.

You tried to restrain your grin, but it remained. You could only reassure him verbally.

“No promises, Ghost,” you said, biting back the urge to laugh with joviality. Ghost shifted, his gaze becoming more intense. Serious.

“Call me Simon.”

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📱Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate 📱 (Part 2) (Hyung + Hyunjin Line)

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genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort

pov: 1st & 2nd person

description: Your boyfriend finds out why you've been distancing yourself (Half smau, half written)

pairing: bf!skz & fem!reader

warnings: swearing, break up, mentions of violence, mention of self harm (?), self loathing, mostly fluff, let me know if I missed anything

word count: listed below

screenshot count: 4

Part 1

Part 2 (Maknae Line)

방 찬 (Bang Chan) (1,150 words)

“Y/N’s a better person than me. I don’t think I would be able to handle it.”

“Handle what?” Chan asked the two staff members who were talking in the corner.

Chan normally stays out of things that don’t concern him, but when he heard your name he could help but get involved.

“All the hate. I don’t know what I would do if I was constantly being told to kill myself by strangers.” The taller of the two staff members mentions.

Chan thought quietly to himself for a few seconds. He knows that you had gotten some hate in the past, it’s only natural that a few fans would be upset that Chan is in a relationship. But he handles the situation with a message on bubble and everything was fine. Right? You wouldn’t keep something like this from him. Right?

“Thank you for your hard work today,” Chan says quickly before shuffling off to a quiet corner of the room.

He pulls out his phone and types in your name on Twitter. All the top mentions of your name are so vile and full of malice that he can only imagine how worse it must be in your inbox.

Chan spent the whole journey back to his dorm reading all the comments that you must have seen. You had to have seen them and that’s why you’re avoiding him. There’s no other explanation. All of your social media accounts are now private, comments are turned off, and you even took off your profile pictures. It’s bad and he blames himself for not seeing how much you were suffering sooner. Once they get home, Chan walks straight to his room and slams the door, causing Jisung, Changbin, and Hyunjin to share a scared and confused look.

With a need to put an end to all the madness before it escalates even further, he does the only thing he can do: start a Channie’s Room.

***

I stared at the link Chan had sent me for 5 minutes. I’ve been avoiding him for a few days, it doesn’t make sense that he would just send me a link like everything is okay. But it’s not, everything is fucked.

Our relationship is public, much to Chan’s dismay. He would have preferred to keep everything private, but after a picture of us was at risk of being leaked, we decided to get in front of the narrative and announce our relationship. Everything was fine, my name and picture were never released. A few weeks ago my identity was revealed. I didn’t tell Chan, I didn’t want to worry him with something I could handle on my own. And I did, but the toll on my mental health from most of the comments being directed at me would have been a dead giveaway.

I bite my lip and open the video on my laptop. I sit with my knees to my chest at my computer desk. The video stars and I see Chan sitting in his bedroom wearing the couple hoodie we picked out our first year of dating. I can’t stop the corner of my lips from turning up. His expression is hard to read. He looks tired. I can see it in the bags under his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I know you guys weren’t expecting a Channie’s Room today. It’s going to be short. I promise.” Chan explains as he reads comments on his phone. Why did he send me a link to this?

“‘Why are we here?’ I thought we could have a little chat. Just a quick conversation about something that’s come to my attention.’”A flash of anger hits his eyes only for a quick second.

Shit. He knows. He knows and he’s going to address it. I quickly pull my phone and dial Chan’s number to get him to stop whatever crusade he’s about to embark on. Chan picks up his phone and swipes his hand across the screen just as the call ends. Chan holds his phone up to the camera.

“If it’s alright with you guys, I’m going to put my phone away. It’s almost dead. But don’t worry, I can still see your comments on my computer.” He smiles at the camera before literally tossing his phone behind him.

“Fuck!” I shut my laptop and race around my room grabbing my shoes, wallet, and keys before making a mad dash to the dorm.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks when he answers the door. I take a second to catch my breath, doubled over in front of the door. I managed to turn a 30-minute walk into a 15-minute marathon. Call me superwoman.

“C…han…is Chan still in his room?” I ask, finally standing up having collected myself after a few minutes.

“Yeah, but I would wait for a second. He’s pissed.” Han calls from the couch.

“Oh, believe me, I already know.” I finally make my way into the dorm and head straight to Chan’s room.

I open the door and freeze when I see Chan still sitting at his desk. I quietly close the door and lean against it as I try to catch my breath. Chan looks at me quickly before finishing the live and giving me his full attention.

“Why are you out of breath? What’s wrong?” He stands up and places a hand on my shoulder.

“What’s wrong? I ran all the way over here to stop you from doing whatever the fuck that was on live.” I push his hand off and make my way over to the beanbag chair that Chan has for me to sit in.

“You’re mad at me for defending you?” He grabs a water bottle from his mini fridge and opens it before handing it to me. I take a huge sip.

“Not mad, upset. I was handling it.”

“How were you handling? By avoiding me?”

“I only avoided you because you can read me like a book. I didn’t want you to worry while you’re busy with your comeback.”

“So you were just going to suffer in silence?” Chan sits down on the edge of his bed and hands me the water bottle cap.

“Chan, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to start dating you. I expected something like this would happen eventually. I didn’t want you to worry because you already have so much weight on your shoulders.”

“It’s literally my job as your boyfriend to worry about you. It’s not a burden. You’ll never be a burden.” Chan climbs off the bed and kneels next to me.

“I love you. I promise that I will lean on you more.” I take Chan’s hand and kiss his cheek.

“And I promise to also lean on you so that you don’t have to worry about coming to me. Stay the night?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho) (921 words)

Part 3

Minho rarely goes on social media. He’ll post the occasional picture on Instagram for the official Stray Kids page, but that’s all. He has his secret account, but he mostly uses it when he’s been away from you for a while and misses seeing your face. He hadn’t seen you for a couple of weeks so he logged in to look at your most recent pictures. That’s when he saw all of the hate comments that were under all your pictures.

“What the fuck?” He mutters under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Han asks, looking concerned at Minho. Dance practice had run late so they’re all resting on the floor of the practice room.

“All these comments on Y/N’s pictures. They’re so vicious.” And recent.

“Do you think that’s why she hasn’t been around?” Minho blinks a few times before shutting his phone and putting his stuff away. He looks down at his phone one more time before leaving without saying anything to the others.

***

I set down a cup of water in front of Minho before returning to my spot in my armchair. He’s been quiet ever since he showed up at my door. It wasn’t completely strange for him to show up unannounced like this. He often comes over to spend the night on a whim. But this time feels different.

“How was practice?” I finally say, breaking the silence.

“Long and difficult, but we’ll figure it out. We always do.” The room falls silent again. I don’t know why I’m nervous, it’s just Minho. We’ve been together long enough, silence shouldn’t be awkward for us. If anything, we prefer it. Most of our nights in are quiet while we both just enjoy each other’s company.

“I saw the comments on your Instagram. When were you going to tell me?” Minho reaches for the glass of water and takes a sip.

“I… I was going to. I just didn’t know when or how to bring it up.” A few weeks ago, a few Stay found my social media and began commenting rude things under all my pictures. It’s escalated into a bigger issue than what I initially thought it was going to be.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you actually asking?”

“Y/N, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t actually want to know.” I don’t know why, but he saying that breaks me. Tears start falling down my face faster than I can stop myself.

The truth is, I’m not okay. I knew that dating an idol came with its own set of challenges and that publicly dating one would be even harder. I knew to an extent that I would probably get hate, either directly or indirectly, at some point in our relationship once we went public. So, I constantly did a lot of mental preparation for this exact situation. But no amount of mental preparation will ever prepare you for having all of your flaws pointed out and constantly being told to kill yourself. I hate to admit it, but it has severely impacted my mental health. I can’t sleep, and when I do it’s never for long. My appetite is nonexistent, I only eat when I realize that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.

“I’m not doing great if I’m being completely honest. I can’t remember the last time I got a decent sleep or ate a proper meal. I barely made all of my social media private, but that doesn’t stop people from sending me DMs. I have to delete every comment by hand because if I just turned off my comments, I would miss seeing the stuff you wrote. But that means I have to read each comment to make sure I’m not getting rid of yours— I’m just really exhausted.”

Minho is silent again as he gets up from his spot on the couch and kneels in front of me. He takes me in his arms and strokes my hair as I sob into his shoulder. I knew everything was getting to me, but I didn’t know how much it is affecting me until I said it out loud.

Min presses a kiss on my cheek and pulls away once I’m done crying. He places both hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. His are filled with tears and he has a sad smile.

“Let’s break up.” He says it so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.

“What? No—”

“Y/N, you’re miserable. You’re not eating or sleeping, and in a way, it’s because of me. Even if we were to block all of the people sending you hate and delete the comments and DMs, you’ll still be at the center of all this negativity. The only way you’ll know peace is if we aren’t together anymore.”

“I love you, I don’t want to break up.” Tears begin to fall down my face again.

“I love you too, and that’s why we have to. It would be selfish of me to stay with you knowing that you’re dying inside because of me. I would rather end this and know that you’re happy somewhere than lose you forever.” The tears that were welling in his eyes finally start to fall too.

He’s right, even if he went and reprimanded everyone for sending me hate, it would never truly end. I wouldn’t be happy.

“Can we break up tomorrow? I just really need you right now.” I choke out.

“Whatever you need, my love. And just know, I’ll always be here for you.”

서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin) (826 words)

“Excuse me, could we take a picture with you?” Changbin had run into a few fans on his way out of the grocery store when he was getting ingredients to make you soup.

“Ah, just one, I have popsicles.” He lifts one of the bags to show them the shopping he just did. They take a quick group photo before heading their separate ways.

“Changbin oppa is so sweet. I wonder what he sees in that bitch.” One of the fans says as they walk away.

“She’s probably just after him for his money. You know what the forums say.” Another one pipes up.

They thought that they were far away enough from Changbin when they started talking, but he heard them. When he turned around to confront them, they were gone. It takes him a few seconds to process what they were talking about. Forums? That mentioned you? Once he realized what was going on, he ran off to your apartment.

***

“Are you receiving hate?” Changbin asked when I opened my door.

I was laying down in bed, reading some new mentions on Twitter, when I got a text from Changbin saying he was downstairs. I shouldn’t have said I had a headache. Any mention of me being sick or hurt, he runs to take care of me. I knew he would find out eventually, I was just hoping it wouldn’t be tonight.

“Hello to you too.” I close the door and follow him into the kitchen. He put some grocery bags on the counter and was now leaning over the sink. I roll my eyes and start going through the bags. He really can’t multitask.

“Why didn’t you tell me about what’s going on?” He says without looking at me.

“Bin, can we not do this tonight? I really do have a headache.” I grab the box of popsicles and put them in my freezer.

“Your head wouldn’t hurt if you told me that people were harassing you online. I am your boyfriend, you should come to me when these things happen.” I put the last of the groceries away and walk to the living room.

“Yah! Y/N, don’t walk away from me. I just want to talk.” I love Changbin, but he can be loud. I’m used to it, but it’s unbearable right now.

“Maybe I didn’t tell you because it’s none of your business.”

“You are my business! And if someone is treating you like shit, I should know.” He sits down on the couch, running his hand through his hair.

“You can’t fight everyone to defend my honor.” I sit down on the opposite side of the couch.

“I can try.”

“And tell them what? That they’re wrong? That I’m not a cold bitch? Or a slut? Can you prove that I’m not? For fucks sake— you came all the way over here because you were worried about me and I’m trying to push you away. Changbin, I didn’t tell you because they’re telling the truth. I’m not the most attractive person. My personality is shit and my body count is a bit higher than I like to admit. The only thing that they’re wrong about is me being a gold digger.” Changbin’s expression softens. He scoots closers to me on the couch and places a hand on my knee.

“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. You’re wrong. They’re wrong. I’m the only one who is right. They don’t know you like I do. Who are they to call you a bitch? They don’t know that you carry around snacks for dogs and cats with you just in case you run into a stray. They don’t know that you’re the one who makes sure I don’t overwork myself, and take care of me when I ultimately do with no complaints. They don’t know that you also take care of the rest of my group members when they’re sick so that the rest of us stay healthy. They don’t know that you’re prettiest without your makeup, especially when you first take it off. They don’t know that you were going through something before we met. So why should what they say about you matter?”

“Bin—”

“If you don’t like something about yourself because you personally have an issue with it, that’s fine. It’s normal and I’ll be right here to help you fall in love with yourself again. And if you’re letting the opinions of others who have no idea what they talking about, I will personally kick their asses for you.” I can’t stop the corner of my mouth from turning up.

“I’m sure JYP and Dispatch would love that.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. I love you and I want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me in.” He moves his hand to my hand and squeezes.

“You can’t protect me from everything.” I sigh, squeezing his hand back.

“Wanna bet?”

황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin) (1,076 words)

“Hyunjin hyung, isn’t this Y/N noona’s apartment?” Jeongin held his phone in front of the older boy’s face. On it played a video that showed your apartment, your place of work, and the shops in your neighborhood that you frequent. At the end of the video your phone number and the addresses for both your home and appear on the screen.

“What is this?” The color drains from Hyunjin’s face as he picks up his phone again and sends you a quick text, more panicked this time.

“I don’t know. I just saw it right now, but apparently, it was uploaded a couple of weeks ago— Chan hyung!”Jeongin dropped his phone and tried to steady Hyunjin’s swaying body.

“What’s wrong?” Chan asked looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Jeongin quickly catches Chan up on what’s happening as Hyunjin slowly starts to zone back in.

“Something’s happened to Y/N, I just know it. I…I need to go check on her.” Hyunjin mumbles.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Hyunjin to have spells when you didn’t talk to or see each other. So when you first stopped replying to him, he didn’t think anything of it. But slowly, as time went on he would worry a little each day. When he first reached out and you didn’t reply, he just figured you weren’t ready to talk yet and left it alone. Finding out that you had been doxxed and were now unreachable racked his body with guilty.

“I’ll go with you, ‘kay? Minho, you’re in charge.” Chan wrapped his arm around the fragile boy and led him out of the room.

***

I haven’t left my apartment in a couple of days. I’ve barely left my bedroom since the incident at the convince store. I had been fired earlier that day because the unwanted attention I was receiving was messing with productivity. I had gone to get some snacks and cheap food for the next couple of days when I ran and got into an altercation with a couple of sasaengs. It’s safer in my room and I have enough food in my apartment for the next few weeks.

A knock at my bedroom door draws my attention. Knock? Did they finally manage to break in? I know there are been some people hanging around my apartment for a while now. My eyes scan my room for a place to hide. I settle on the closet. I quietly make my way to the closet and situate myself in the back of it, hugging my knees to my chest. I can’t even call for help, my phone is somewhere on the floor in my living room where it has stayed after I threw it. I have been getting an insane amount of calls and texts I was being bombarded with.

My heart is pounding so hard, I can’t hear anything. I squeeze my eyes tight and take a deep breath in. I let my breath out as I rub my sweaty palms on my pant legs. I should have taken some sort of self-defense course when I decided to move out of my parents' house. I didn’t think I needed to. Hyunjin went along with me when I was looking for an apartment. This one was in the safest neighborhood in my price range. He left a pair of his shoes and one of his coats by the door so it looks like he lives here. Hyunjin. He’s going to be devastated when he finds out. Whatever happens today, I hope isn’t the one who finds me. He’d torture himself for not being here, for not knowing.

I hold my breath when I hear the closet door open. If I stay as still as humanly possible, maybe they’ll leave. I squeeze my eyes tighter as the footsteps walk a little deeper into the closet. A rush of cool air hits my face as the clothes around me move.

“Hyunjin! I found her!”

Chan? I open my eyes to find the older boy standing over me with soft, yet relieved eyes. Hyunjin runs into the room and makes eye contact with me. Chan walks out of the closet to make room for Hyunjin. He kneels next to me and engulfs me in a hug, burying my face in his chest. Breathing in his scent, I start sobbing.

We sit like that for what feels like hours. The whole time, Hyunjin stayed quietly stroking my hair. Being in Hyunjin’s arms is the most peace I’ve felt in a month. The warmth radiating from his body and his familiar scent lulls me into a quiet state.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper when I finally calm down enough.

“Why are you sorry? If anything, this is my fault.” Hyunjin’s voice cracks. I pull away from his chest and look into his eyes. They’re red and glassy. I swipe my thumb under his eye.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t leak my information to the world.”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t dating me. Y/N,” he lets go of me and turns to face me fully, “I was so scared when I found out what happened. I was terrified that I was going to come here and find you…” Tears start to well up in his eyes at the thought of how badly this could have turned out.

“I know. I was scared too. But it’s fine. I’m fine”

“But it could have been really bad. Look at you—you’re covered in bruises. You can’t live here anymore.” He gently lifts my head to examine my face. Most of the damage is on my arms and torso, I have a small bruise on the corner of my mouth and a slightly busted lip.

“I know that—I’ve been looking at new places. But it’s going to take a while.”

“Just stay with me, it’s safer. Living with Changbin hyung and Chan hyung is like living with two bodyguards. And Jisung is pretty entertaining. Plus, I’m there.” I crack a small smile.

“Don’t you always complain about living with 3racha?” Hyunjin brushes my hair out of my face.

“Yeah, but maybe they’ll get their shit together if you move in with us. Anyway, let’s go. We can get something to eat and talk about everything.” Hyunjin stands up and sticks his hand out toward me. I take his hand and he pulls me up.

“I’m right behind you.”

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izurusstuff · 4 months

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Coal Miner's Daughter

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｡⋆｡˚｡⋆.⛓ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 💣⛓.⋆｡⋆˚

message from izurusstuff: okay hi i promise snow comes in on the next part [insert pleading eyes here], i just didn't want to overwhelm people with so so much, so i divided it into two sections but you'll thank me for that,, he's going to be serving cunt and being the literal best teenage murderous villain <33

im literally writing pt 2 rn for y'all bc ilysm, bear with me

[𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟'𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝟏𝟐 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭]

summary: Y/n and Ridge are navigating their new life after y/n's betrayal. It's the first day, but things are already so different.

*:･ﾟ✧* "...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞..." ･ﾟ✧*:

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May 31st, The Hob, District 12.

Y/n dropped the expensive ivory guitar Savani had gotten her the day prior. The wood broke into splinters everywhere… about two thousand dollars worth of precious wood was currently laying in pieces on the floor of The Hob. Bystanders looked on in shock at what they saw go down… but Mayor Yearwood was furious. Not at his daughter who just backstabbed her best friend, but at y/n.

The heartbroken girl was running through the meadows back to her house. Tears flew from her face and her heart weighed more than the world. Y/n ran past the lake that the three were at just the night prior… when everything was okay. When her heart didn't get grinded up into powder by two of her favorite people. When she knew she was loved. So much changed in less than a day. It was all so fast, it felt like a carousel ride she couldn’t get off of… and it was fucking horrifying.

When y/n stepped foot into her house, she ran into her room and destroyed all the artwork of the trio. She stupidly flushed all the jewelry down the toilet… she was so upset that it didn't cross her mind that she could sell it. She wanted to get rid of every single memory of Leif and Savani. Including living in District 12 with them.

Ridge ran into the house a few minutes later. It was quite obvious y/n had outran her poor dad; he was unbelievably out of breath when he finally got there.

“Kid…”

Y/n looked at her dad. She tried to speak. Nothing came out of her mouth other than loud wails… Ridge somewhat understood her heartbreak; it’s exactly what he went through when y/n’s mom died. He held his poor daughter in his soot-covered hands, which got all over her celebration dress. He wasn’t exactly the best at comfort, but y/n knew he was there for her and truly loved her.

“C…can I come work in the mines with you, Daddy?” Y/n said through her sobs. Ridge thought it was an unusual request, but he knew letting y/n stay in the house would only make her feel worse, so he nodded.

“You can come with me tomorrow. Beware though, you’ll be the only lady there. The boys might be shocked.” Ridge joked. He wasn’t exactly lying– she’d be the only female there, but he wouldn’t tolerate any of his fellow miners being rude to his precious daughter.

“You don’t have to be alone, sweetheart. We’ll get through this together. Just like we always done. Ain’t gonna let no one hurt you…” He said, squeezing y/n tighter. Ridge may have not been able to prevent y/n’s heart from getting broken this time, but he wasn’t going to let it happen again. He didn’t give a damn if he had to buy a shotgun with all the money he had. No one would treat y/n like this… because it broke his heart too. If it wasn’t for him trying to stay strong for her, Ridge would also be sobbing. He felt like the worst dad ever for not being able to protect his daughter from people so cruel… people he trusted.

“...I love you, Pa.” Y/n didn’t say that phrase often, but she really should. She truly loved her dad. Ridge always bent over backwards to make sure she was clothed and fed. He’d often spend days straight in the mines around her birthday and holidays just so she could have presents. And in that moment, y/n was beyond grateful for him.

Ridge was trying his hardest not to break down crying in that moment. But it didn’t work… tears fell from his eyes just as fast as y/n’s did. Neither of them said anything, but they basked in each other’s heartbreak. The two ended up falling asleep like that…

June 1st, Vespertine Residence, District 12.

Ridge and y/n had fallen asleep on the croaky, old, wooden floor of y/n’s room while they embraced. Y/n’s head was on Ridge’s shoulder, and his head was on top of hers. Honestly, it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable of positions, but the idea of it was wholesome.

The two didn’t wake up until the cliche cawing of a rooster was heard in the distance while they felt the pastel orange sun shine down on them through y/n’s open window… and both of them groggily woke up. For a split moment, they’d forgotten why they were asleep like that to begin with. But reality set in not long after.

“Still plannin’ on going to the mines today, kid?” Ridge asked, standing up and brushing himself off. Y/n nodded. It wasn’t the ideal job by any means, but she knew the Yearwoods and Leif would try to look for her. And she did NOT want to deal with it.

“Alrighty then.” Ridge walked off to his room, which was only on the other side of the kitchen, opposite of y/n’s. After a second, he tossed y/n a… very… very… dirty uniform.

“Sorry, kid. Can’t have you ruinin’ your dresses.” He responded after he saw the disgusted look on her face… great. She had to wear her dad’s old uniform that’s been around for God knows how long. Why didn’t she see that coming? But there wasn’t any backing out now. Y/n shooed Ridge and began putting on the uniform…

June 1st, Yearwood Mansion, District 12.

Unlike y/n, Savani slept peacefully. She finished up her dad’s birthday party with Leif by her side… and not once did they think of y/n. Savani got to get the sleep, food, and energy y/n deserved. Why did she get to crush y/n and act like nothing happened?! It was infuriating, but only for y/n. Everyone else was ecstatic for Savani and Leif… like y/n never existed or even mattered to anyone.

The young heiress woke up that morning in her silk pajamas and her luxury bed. She didn’t fall asleep from being so exhausted because she cried her heart out to her dad. It was everything y/n deserved.

It was almost as if… Savani wanted to erase y/n from the start. She probably was an embarrassment to her and Leif. So they betrayed her, that way they wouldn’t be labeled as classists for cutting off their peasant “friend.” That was probably why everyone supported Leif and Vani’s relationship… because everyone knew y/n lived in a three room house with her dad on the very outskirts of the district. Everyone knew they could only afford “soup” that contained water and one vegetable… they knew the soup only had spices in it on y/n’s birthday.

The Vespertines were nothing but savage, poor, vain peasant folk. People only tolerated them because y/n was “best friends” with Mayor Yearwood’s daughter. Now they didn’t have to hide their disgust anymore.

“Good morning, Daddy!” Savani said in a cheery voice as she walked into her kitchen that was nearly twice the size of y/n’s entire house. “‘Mornin’, darlin’.” Tripp said. His voice nearly sounded like a growl. Vani didn’t care, though. She’d always gotten everything she wanted… and now, Leif was hers too.

“People’re talkin’ about that stunt you pulled yesterday on y/n, Savani.”

“So?”

“Savani. Now we all know damn well, I never cared much for y/n… but people don’t need to know that. You’re makin’ it seem we’re out to get her right before The Reaping. What will they think if y/n gets drawn to go in?”

Shit. Tripp was right. The Reaping for The Hunger Games was only a little over a month away. If y/n were to get picked…

“So be it. She’s everything the Capitol thinks of us… dirty, poor, hungry, angry, savage. Ain’t much of a loss if she gets picked.” Those words really sunk in for Tripp… maybe if he rigged the drawing, his precious daughter could live her happy ever after with Leif…

“I ‘spose you’re right. Be unfortunate if she got picked…”

June 1st, Everdeen Coal Mine, District 12.

Y/n arrived with her hair in pigtails. Although she was wearing a decade old mining uniform, she made it her own. She flaunted it with confidence… she knew Savani could never do such a thing. Vani could probably put on the uniform, but she’d only do it for publicity. Y/n got to actually work; which wouldn’t be so wonderful if she wasn’t so excited to use a pickaxe to take her anger out on poor rocks.

She walked closely behind her dad, who was strutting in the mines. Everyone there seemed to know her dad’s name, which kinda made her feel inferior… inferior. To her own dad. At his job. Her confidence really took a deep dive after yesterday, huh?

“Hey Ridge! That your daughter?” An old man shouted, pointing to y/n.

“Sure is, Billy!”

“Really grown up on us!” The man said. Y/n was… terrified. She thought she’d be ridiculed the second she picked up her pickaxe. “She’ll be a hard worker if she’s anything like her daddy!” Y/n let out a sigh of relief. Thank the Lord… people here in the mines didn’t judge. It was refreshing. But it’s expected that men who wore working their ass off just so their family could buy a single head of cabbage would be understanding.

Time to get to work.

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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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I'm smart

South Terano x Bimbo!reader

Summary: Being the younger sister of the Haitani brothers has come with many privilges, but the side affects of it all left you nothing but an airhead, some would even say a bimbo. When South meets you he realizes that a woman who thinks with her pussy is just what he needs but when you have to decide between him or your brothers who will you choose?

Warnings: Mature themes, Innapropriate language, Smut, Toxic Relationship, Angst, Bimbo reader, Use of the word slut, orgasm.

Text like this indicate messages between south and you

All characters are aged up!

Requested by @lovelygeniegirl1012

Part 2

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Ran and Rindou were never fond of South, the only reason they tolerated him was because he was the leader of Rokuhara Tandai. They tolerated the giant of a man. When he beat the living shit out of them forcing them to join his gang they submitted, accepting their defeat. But they would not become so lowlife subordinate beneath him, Ran had managed to work his way to second in command in Rokuhara Tandai and Rindou as its third.

That is the way it was for a while, South would have an idea, he would relate it to Ran, Ran would give his advice but inevitably South would do as he pleased, and no matter how bad the idea was Ran bit his tongue and did as he was told. That is how Ran and Rindou dealt with South, they knew he would not come near Roppongi for more than a day. Roppongi was their land, which was until you stepped into the picture.

When you began dating South, Ran and Rindou were a little less than thrilled. They loathed having South in their living space more than necessary, but they hated that you were obsessed with him; but even then, the two brothers kept their comments to themselves. If you were happy, they would be too.

And the two of them tried, they really did. No matter the comments South would make, or the marks he left in plain sight on your body, they said nothing about. They were going to be supportive for you, even if a fraction of them said nothing in fear of how South might react if they showed their true emotions.

But even the hardest of exteriors would crack and your brothers were no exception to this. The first to crack was Rindou.

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You had gathered your brothers and asked your lover to join them to watch your comeback performance.

“You all are sitting ready?” You asked through the phone with clear excitement lacing your voice.

“Yes, we are princess” Ran said with his shoulder holding the phone up to his ear, while he walked over to where Rindou sat on the couch, carrying a bowl of popcorn.

Ran placed the bowl down on the coffee table sitting down besides Rindou, phone still to his ear, now holding it with his hand.

“Okay good. We are going on stage in five minutes” you said giggling at the other end of the phone.

Ran would never tell you now that your boyfriend had not even showed to their penthouse to watch you perform as he had promised, rather he was going to do it when you returned to prove his point of how much a horrible person South was as if you hadn’t already known.

“Goodluck Angel. Rindou and I are cheering for you” Ran said with a smile as he put the phone down, hearing as your other group members happily squeaked in the background at their comeback.

“Was it princess on the phone?” Rindou asked as he reached for the popcorn on the coffee table.

“Yeah, she said that she’d be on in five minutes. So, its best we switch to that channel they are live streaming it from”

Ran picked up the remote and began clicking away till he reached the channel where you he saw your figure standing on, as you prepared to begin. Rindou smiled seeing you stand there; he was so proud of you. His baby sister all grown up in her cute short skirts. Rindou began to remember how when the two of you were younger whenever you’d wear a short skirt, he’d reach his hand up and pinch at your thighs causing to cry out in pain, but you’d never stop him, in fact you’d wear more short skirts around him as if encouraging him to continue his actions.

Rindou’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when a loud bang was heard on the door.

Rindou sighed out already knowing who it was, already standing up walking over to the door while Ran remain seated with a stoic face.

“You’d think he’d show up on time to see his girlfriend’s comeback performance” Rindou said quietly to himself as he opened the door.

“Evening Rinnie” South said condescendingly as he waltzed into their penthouse, not sparring another glance at Rindou as he made his way over to where Ran sat on the couch.

“My girl perform yet?” South asked Ran as he sat down, grabbing the popcorn bowl that Rindo was once eating at.

“You made it just in time, they are starting now” Ran said keeping his gaze at the tv, refusing to even have his eyes look at him.

Rindou quickly made his way back to the couch, now sitting on the left side of South and Ran sat on his right. Rindou had prayed that South would not show up and that he would be the one to announce the heart-breaking news of your boyfriend being an obvious asshole, but alas he was wrong. South had showed up even if he barely made it in time.

Rindou snapped his head out of any negative thoughts as your performance began. He watched as you sang and danced. Enjoying how you were in your element which was surprizing considering you barely knew how to do anything, but performance didn’t really require much skill Rindou thought.

Rindou had a wide toothy smile on his face as he watched you perform, so engrossed in your performance that he forgot South even sat beside him that was until South began to speak.

“You see that bruise on her inner thigh, I gave her that last night. Now she’s on national T.V looking like a slut with bruises on her thigh” South laughed out.

Rindou side eyed South, with a scowl starting to appear on his face but he tried his best to keep his composure.

‘Its for princess, calm down’ he kept repeating in his head over and over until he felt the heat in his hands cool down.

“That’s skirt so short, looks like the one I used as a cum rag the other night” South said with a massive smile while patting Rindou harshly on the shoulder.

Rindou felt his hands ball into fists and let out a heavy sigh looking over at Ran who gave him a look to calm down.

‘Its not worth it’ Ran’s face read, but still Rindou’s fist remained balled.

“She looks like such a slut up there; her pussy isn’t even going to be reusable when I’m done with her tonight”

And that did it.

“Fuck it” Rindou said, as he swung his fist in the direction of South’s face. Landing a hard punch in the bigger male’s jaw, as he began using South’s face as a punching bag while Ran tried to pull him off of the larger male.

Rindou continued beating his fist into South’s face repeatedly, the flesh on his knuckles was bleeding but even then, he still punched at South’s face that was until Ran had finally pulled him away.

Rindou stood beside Ran heaving heavily.

“What the fuck Rindou?” Ran said loudly with slight panic in his voice.

“You’re going to let him speak like that about our princess?” Rindou said aggravated with a loud boom in his voice.

“Huh, Ran are you?!” Rindou continued to scream out.

But before Ran could reply South was already standing up from the couch, nose bleeding, lip torn open and with blood dripping down his forehead, he came marching over to where Ran and Rindou stood with a massive smile on his face.

Without another word being said South began bashing into Rindou’s face, causing Rindou to fall onto the ground. South kept at beating Rindou till he lie passed out on the floor.

When Rindou woke up your performance was done, South was gone, and his face was bleeding and bruised. But no matter how bad the beating he received from South he refused to ever submit to him again.

‘Come to my place. Now!’

The message from South read after your performance, and without a second thought you went to him that night not even noting your brothers of where you would be sleeping that night, but from the events of that night they knew already that your boyfriend would call you over to patch his wounds and spill lies into your ears about his unfair attack done by Rindou.

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After the events that occurred at your brother’s penthouse with South and Rindou, you had become more distant towards them, opting to spend majority of your time with South or locked in your room with South.

Ran slowly began to regret the way he had raised you, to be so submissive and naïve, not even being able to think for yourself. But he kept on the façade for your sake, even if Rindou was done. Ran still tried to be tolerant when South came to see you, even if it were seldom as the two of you would spend majority of your time at South apartment. Ran continued playing supportive older brother even if Rindou was done.

“You okay, princess?’ Ran asked as he tucked you into your pink sheets

“I'm great Rannie” you replied with a soft smile.

“i'm glad princess”

Ran looked down at your face with your eyes closed letting the silence engluf the two of you until he spoke again.

“Hey princess, does South touch your princess parts like I used too?” Ran asked causing you to open your eyes.

You looked at Ran for a moment, watching a slight frown was etched onto his handsome features before you spoke again.

“Well he doesn’t touch them like you do or like Rinnie does. His more rough” you said trying to find the words to get the message across to Ran.

“But I like it, so its fine” you said with a cheerful smile proceeding to close your eyes again.

Ran left your room, with a sick feeling. You were dumb, really dumb but he never imagined you’d be dumb enough to let South handle you like that. His airhead of a sister was hopeless in this situation, and he was not sure how much longer his façade would be kept up before he cracked like Rindou

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“South” you moaned out against his lips as he kissed on the couch, the same couch Rindou had attempted to beat the life out of South.

“Let’s do it in my room” you begged out against his lips, as south began to pull your shorts down your legs.

“It’s fun-ner like this” South said as he moved his lips from yours to your neck, as needy moans slipped from your lips as South’s tongue slipped out and began licking up and down the column of your neck.

Before you could protest any further South had pulled your pantie down along with your shorts.

“For someone who doesn’t want to do it here you sure are soaked” he said with a condescending laugh at your arousal at the situation.

South began ridding you of your t-shirt, removing it with little effort.

“No bra” he said with wide eyes.

“Such a slut” he said as he leaned down towards your breast taking one in his mouth while his hand came down to the other pinching the bud till it was hard.

South continued his actions of sucking at your one breast while the other rolled your nipple over and over until you were begging for him to fuck you.

“Please South. Please” you begged out as your slick now coated your inner thighs as well as the leather couch beneath you.

“Say the magic words” South said against your nipple, the vibrations of his voice causing you to gush out more.

“I’m a dumb bimbo. I am your dumb Bimbo” you cried out.

“Atta girl” South said as he pulled away from your nipple. South quickly pulled you onto your hand and knees with your face towards the penthouse door.

South pulled out his cock, the head dripping with pre-cum, not being able to wait he pushed his cock into your unprepared hole.

You cried out at the massive stretch that South caused.

South began fucking you like a bitch in heat. His cock slamming in and out of your pussy. The feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your soaking walls had your brain turning to mush. The only thought was how good South was fucking into your pussy, as you clenched down on him.

South could feel how needy you were for him, the way your pussy was milking him as if it never had cock in its life. South could feel the cum in his balls travel to his cock, just waiting to paint your pretty pussy and nice white colour, fill your up so much that your head was filled with his cum.

“You near slut?” South growled out while he kept fucking into like a wild animal.

“Ye- yes” you moaned out struggling to form sentences.

The way South was fucking you made you see stars, the deep pressure sensation that he caused with each thrust was becoming too much. Your pussy was grabbing at his cock, sucking him in for dear life, as he fucked you over and over; you looked down noting the string of foamy slick dripping down from how he fucked your pussy.

South could not last any loner, from the way your ass was bounching back against his dick to how your pussy was clenching down him was to much, and with a loud grunt South came hard. Hot ropes of semen shooting into your pussy.

The sensation of South’s hot cum spilling inside you caused you pussy to clench unbearably tight around him, as you came hard milking him for whatever cum he had left. Your pussy walls fluttered, and you pushed you ass back humping at South’s cock, so greedy for cock. So desperate for your pussy and head to be filled with cum that you had not even heard the door open.

And there stood your brothers Ran and Rindou watching as you came hard around your boyfriend’s cock.

And that’s when Ran cracked finally.

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You had never seen your brothers like this before, Ran pacing up and down while he held his baton hitting anything that came in his path while Rindou sat completely still on the arm chair near the couch not making a sound or move, while you sat semi-nude with nothing but an overside shirt you found lying on the floor covering your once naked body while South sat next to you without a care in the world.

“What the fuck were the two of you doing?”Ran asked as he now stood infront of you and south.

“What the fuck do you think” South said with a smirk.

“I can’t believe this (Y/N)” ran said looking at you but you refused to look into your brothers eyes, to ashamed to look into his.

Ran watched as you kept your gaze down, while South sat beside you with the biggest smirk on his face. There was only one way out of this situation and Ran knew that it would be worth a little heartbreak if it meant he didn’t have to come home to see his sister getting fucked on his couch. So, without a moment of hesitation Ran asked the question he had been dying to ask since you met South.

“(Y/N), us or South. Choose now” Ran commanded, finally causing you to look up at him. You looked at Ran with pleading eyes, begging that there was some mercy in him to not make you choose.

“Choose!” Ran shouted out again. You looked out at you Rindou, his eyes fixed on yours, no hint of a smile, then your eyes moved over to Ran’s who had the look of death in his eyes, and the finally you looked over to South whose eyes shone bright with a smile on his face.

And had you been raised differently, without everyone doing everything for you, or saying everything you wanted to hear, or if you brothers hadn’t bought you everything your heart desired, or maybe just maybe if you were smarter your answer would be the better the obvious but of course you were oblivious to the obvious.

So, with all the surety in the world you gave your brother’s their answer with the biggest smile on your face.

“South”

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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you gotta help me, baby

even though you could definitely apply for any other job at the mall or stupid family video it still wouldn’t pay as much as babysitting does, but god you’re one more spilled tray of food on the floor from quitting until your boyfriend shows up to save the day | ( 2.3k, modern!day au, fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader ) REQUEST ↪ nonny, i hope your babysitting goes okay and even if it feels like it sucks i know you got this!! ♥️

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You were covered in it. What it was you didn’t know, but between the spilled bottles, thrown food and horribly executed idea of finger painting you reckoned you looked a mess. You would’ve brought the kid to the park just down the street, but it was way too hot. July sun beating down and turning the slide into something that would melt off the backs of your thighs the second you touched it.

And the only thing that made this shit tolerable, the only person that kept you sane these long days, was working overtime and every time you checked your phone it stared up at you blankly.

No notifications. You’d open your messages. No little blinking dots. Nothing. Nada. Why you??

Fingers swiping across your screen you texted Robin, begging her for the fifth time to please let your boyfriend leave early, but you heard it before it happened.

A squeal of delight and then the splat of chocolate pudding all over your phone and hands and bare legs and shirt and–

“Yummy!” the little girl kicked her feet happily in her high chair as you dragged your eyes up from your lap and tried to smile. She was 2. Of course Bea was throwing pudding across the room, but you were at your wit’s end and your chest squeezed with the thought of having to clean up again.

“It’s only pudding,” you muttered under your breath, screwing your eyes shut, trying to count to ten until a knock on the door shook you from your attempt at calming down.

Were they home already? There was no way.

Getting up from the table you swiped an already messy washcloth across Bea’s face, ignoring the abysmal state that you were in, and hurried to the entryway. Pushing yourself up on tip toe you looked through the little peephole in the door and the sight of what was on the other side nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“Oh thank god,” you unlocked and yanked the door open, nearly throwing your arms around Steve’s neck, but stopped short when you remembered the pudding.

You were a sight. Cheeks dotted with red and blue and green paint, white shirt covered in chocolate and cut-off shorts splattered with…was it macaroni? Steve’s first reaction was to laugh, but the look on your face made him soften and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Awh, baby. That bad?” he asked, hands reaching out to tug your hips into him by your pockets despite the mess all over you and you melted into his chest. Your mmhm was muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt and he tsked gently. Poor you. Glancing over your shoulder he saw Bea in her highchair, still kicking her feet happily and giving a little squeal at the sight of him.

“Stee!” she shrieked and Steve laughed.

“Hi, Bea,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked you slowly backwards into the house to keep the heat out. “Are you havin’ fun today?” he asked and she giggled.

“Yummy,” she said and put a chocolatey hand to her mouth then stuck it back out to him, offering to share.

“Oh! Wow, that does look good,” pulling his hands from your pockets he tucked away the hair that had fallen into your face. “Why don’t you go take a minute, babe. I got this,” he said softly, pressing another kiss to your cheek before stepping around you to take the washcloth off the table. “Bea, I gotta say, this looks like the best pudding ever made,” he tutted a bit as he wiped more chocolate from her cheeks, her nose, her chubby little hands and suddenly everything felt so much easier.

“Yes, yes!” she squealed and he laughed.

Steve turned to tidy up your chair, muscles in his arm pulling and flexing as he moved, and your cheeks warmed at the sight of him. Hair a bit messy from the open windows on his car, skin golden and warm like it held all of summer under it and dotted with new freckles from sitting out by the pool yesterday.

You could watch him all day, but you needed a second for yourself more and so you hurried down the hallway to the bathroom.

Of course you were good with kids, why else would you have taken the job? But some days were harder than others. Some days the screaming was endless and nothing you did could make the tears stop.

Teething, skipped naps, overtired and hungry or wanting mama and it made you feel like maybe you weren’t good at it. Maybe you should work at the mall. Maybe your dream of kids of your own was too much, maybe you wouldn't be a good mom, but then Steve would show up.

Your second wind. Your cheerleader.

Your lifesaver.

He’d tell you it was okay, everyone gets frustrated. Everyone has a breaking point. Just take a minute for yourself. Take a break from the crying. I got this. I can handle it and when you come back you’ll feel so much better, baby.

I love you, baby.

You’d wiped the paint from your cheeks, cleaned the chocolate from your legs and hands, took a few deep breaths and resigned yourself to the fact that your shirt and shorts were brown and orange now and that was that.

Splashed cold water on your face and redid your ponytail and when you looked back in the mirror you were surprised at how refreshed you looked. You weren’t back to 100%, but it was much better than before and when you opened the bathroom door you could hear Steve talking to Bea.

“So it’s a show about a dog family, huh?”

“Yes! Booey and Bingo! And mum and dad!”

You quietly walked down the hallway and leaned against the opening into the kitchen, watching for a just a minute as Steve sat at the table. Elbow leaning on Bea’s highchair tray and free hand feeding her pudding neatly from a spoon.

“And what’s dad say?”

“Cheeky kids!”

“Cheeky kids, huh?” Steve laughed, “Sounds very British. You’ve got sophisticated tastes, my friend.”

A smile tugged up at the corners of your lips as your chest squeezed again, but this time with something different. Not anxiety or stress or worry, but affection. Care. Love. God you loved this boy. So damn much and when he turned to look over his shoulder at you, you bit your lips between your teeth. Caught, but he didn’t care. He gave you smile, a little smug and a lot fond, and then turned back to Bea.

“Think it’s gonna be time for a nap soon, Bea,” he said, tone firm, but caring and the little girl scrunched her nose up. “I know, seems boring but–” he stood and took her bib off before lifting her gently from her highchair, “–I bet you’ll get to read a book first, hm? That sounds nice.”

“Yeah, we could read Owl Babies, Bea,” you chimed in, finally coming out from your hiding spot and the toddler’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Yes! Yes! Blankie? And snuggles,” she said, squirming in Steve’s hold and making grabby hands at you. He chuckled and passed her off, brushing his thumb soft across your cheek, eyes only for you. Warm amber, burnt caramel, flecks of green and gold and you mouthed a thank you.

“Night, Bea. See you when you wake up,” he said, messing her hair a little as she let loose a big yawn.

“Nigh-nigh, Stee,” her little voice was sleepy now and when you turned to go up the stairs he mouthed an I love you, smile lopsided and just a little smug. Anticipating his favorite time of day. Bea’s nap and getting you all to himself on the couch for a couple of hours and he could hardly wait to get his hands on you, chocolate shorts and all.

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Pair Of Aces - Chapter 2. Day Two

Pair of Aces

Chapter: 2. Day Two

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k~

Summary: After arriving in Evergreen on Waller’s orders, the newest member of Task Force X and Vigilante head out to their first mission together. Chapter Content: Mentions of Violence/torture

A/N: Part two is finally done~ This chapter ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I hope you all enjoy it! Gotta feed my Vigilante obsession somehow.

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She had trouble sleeping in her new home, the most nondescript rental apartment she’d ever been in. It was drab, plain and boring. Nothing more than four beige walls separated the living room from the four beige walls in the medium-sized bedroom and four more off-beige walls in the small kitchen. She spent the afternoon rifling through her meagre pile of belongings, a stack of six cardboard boxes and two large black duffels that contained all her possessions. Sorting through the mix of personal and professional items she managed to grab enough clothing, toiletries and equipment for the mission. Luckily, it all fit in one of the duffel bags and her purse.

After a quick microwave dinner, tasting just as plain as the apartment walls she now lived in, she was ready to go just before 8:00 pm. Vigilante was supposed to pick her up any minute now so she made her way downstairs. Just as she walked outside, a beat-up Sebring pulled up to a stop in front of her building. She quickly recognized the masked driver and walked over to the vehicle. Vigilante looked a little out of place behind the wheel, with his full mask on but jeans and a pullover instead of the full suit. She slung her bag in the back and settled into the passenger seat without a word, eager to get going.

The sooner this is over with, the better.

According to her GPS, the motel they were staying at was about an hour's drive outside of town. She stared out the window at the trees zipping by while the radio played top 40 hits hoping to pass the time quickly. After about fifteen minutes on the road, Vig started talking.

"Have you ever been to Evergreen before?"

She fidgeted with her phone in her lap as she reread her most recent message.

From: Blondie

Sent: 6:59 pm

I know he’s a fucking weirdo but you have to be nice to him. If you fuck this up, I’ll kill you myself. Drinks next weekend?

-Harcourt

Sighing in resignation, she answered him.

"Nope, never. I don't get out to Washington very often."

"Do you like it so far?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop her instinctual sarcastic response.

"It's…quaint."

Vigilante laughed at that. "It's a shithole, it's okay. You're allowed to say that."

"Definitely not my favourite place to work, that's for sure." She laughed lightly along with him.

She discovered he was much more tolerable without Peacemaker around and that he was a total chatterbox. Once he started talking, he didn't stop for the entire drive. She learned he grew up in Evergreen and had only travelled a few times. A couple of trips to Seattle as a kid and once to Wisconsin to visit family. In contrast, she told him how she barely ever stopped travelling and how exhausting life on the road can be. The pair settled into a comfortable rapport as the scenery flew by.

Before long a deserted strip of parking lot came into view up ahead. Vigilante turned at the blinking MOTEL sign and pulled into a parking spot at the far end of the empty lot.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned towards him. "Alright, I'll go check in and you can unload the gear."

"Why do I have to carry all the stuff?"

She leaned over and poked his masked cheek. "Because you're a weirdo who won't take this off."

"There's nothing weird about protecting my secret identity." He grumbled and swatted her hand away but dutifully retrieved the bags as she made her way to the main building.

The clerk barely acknowledged her as she checked in with the fake names Harcourt had booked them under. The place seemed ancient and cramped but was less run down than she initially expected. The motel really showed its age when the clerk handed her the physical door keys for the suite, still not looking up from their screen. She took the keys, complete with tacky keychains with “Room 109” emblazoned on them, and headed back outside to the parking lot.

She gestured towards Vigilante to follow her as she walked along the row of rooms looking for their suite. She found it at the very end of the property, furthest from both the office and the road.

Smart move Blondie.

It was a clever spot for a temporary safe house. With only one shared wall and windows on both sides, the suite backed into the Washington woodlands that surrounded them. The location would help them stay out of sight and sequestered from any other potential guests or passersby, with cover if they needed to get out quickly.

She took in the size of the units before she approached the correct door. Along with the cramped office, the rooms seemed on the small side. She didn’t have too much stuff with her, just enough clothes, personal items and equipment to last the week. She wasn’t sure what Vigilante had brought but hopefully, there would be enough space.

Wait, is this a single or a double room?

She felt a brief moment of panic before putting the key in the lock and turning the handle.

Please have more than one bed, for the love of god.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the pair crossed the threshold into the motel room and immediately saw two twin beds pushed along the far wall directly opposite the door. Horribly patterned linens and curtains decorated the interior and the beige walls reminded her of the rental she was staying in. A small living room area with a loveseat, coffee table and TV unit was tucked into the corner, with a mini fridge and coffee maker nearby. Ancient grey carpeting blanketed the suite, faded and worn down from years of use. A door around the corner led to a full bathroom with generic white tile that, gratefully, appeared clean.

She quickly walked inside with Vigilante trailing behind her. She grabbed her bags from him and claimed the bed furthest against the wall for herself, throwing her things on top.

“Is it okay if I take this one?” She asked in an attempt to be polite.

He nodded in agreement and chucked his own bags on the other mattress, looking around the room in interest. He began humming slightly as he wandered slowly around the room, inspecting all the lights, outlets and windows. From her place sitting on the bed, she watched him carefully for a few moments before interrupting him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Checking for cameras and bugs, duh.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s a waste of time. Basic ARGUS protocol, this place would have been scanned and cleared before we even got here.”

He turned to face her, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “Who the fuck is Argus?”

“What?” She shot him a look of disbelief. “ARGUS isn’t a person. It’s the name of the department we work for.”

“I thought it was called Task Force X?”

“No, that’s the name of our team.” She started to speak slowly as if he were a child. “The department is called ARGUS and our division is called Task Force X. Did you not read the onboarding documents?"

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Uhh … I don’t know what that is.“

She stared at him, mouth slightly open in shock. “Please tell me you at least read the contract paperwork before signing it, right?”

“... There was paperwork?”

“Oh, my god.” She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her face with her hands in frustration.

Who the fuck signs up for black ops gig and doesn’t even check who they’re working for?!

She was stunned by his lack of care about his work. “Why did you even take this job?”

“Because Peacemaker’s back in town!” He seemed so excited about his answer but it meant nothing to her.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

"Peacemaker was gone for like, ever. But now he's back and there's cool shit happening. I had to make sure he was okay, that's what best friends do because we're best friends by the way." He really needed to make sure she knew that. "He's working on whatever this butterfly shit is so now I am too!"

She was appalled by his reasoning. “So let me get this straight. You signed up for an undisclosed black ops government mission and didn’t even read anything about it before taking the fucking job … just because you want to hang out with Peacemaker?”

“Uh, yeah. Obviously. Spending time with my best friend and killing bad guys, it’s a total win-win! What more do I need to know?”

She made a disgusted face at his carefree attitude. “Fucking capes.”

He cocked his head to the side again while observing her visible distaste. “You keep saying that, what’s a cape anyways?”

Christ, does this man know anything at all?

She glared at him from across the room. “Capes means superhero garbage. Wacky costumes, dumb names, weird powers. Justice League shit. You know, capes.”

“Why do you hate them so much?” He was curious.

She sighed. “It’s just …capes make this job way harder. They always show up after everyone else, blasting shit around with laser eyes or whatever, with no regard for the infrastructure around them. They cause so much damage and then just fly off before the dust settles. They get all the press and front page photo spreads, while every other grunt on the ground is picking bodies out of the rubble for days on end.” She felt agitated and tense the more she spoke. “There’s no spotlight to grab for all the people who keep the world running every other day of the week when fucking Superman catches a car in Times Square or some insane bullshit. I just can’t stand them. No responsibility, no consequences, just glory-seeking and posturing.”

He listened to her rant patiently before offering his opinions in return. “Superman is a fucking pussy.”

She snickered at that and tried to hide her grin while he continued.

“Batman too. That asshole doesn’t even kill people! How is that helping? Just letting Joker live, over and over! He’s just gonna do it again dude, he does it every time.”

“Right! What the hell is that shit?” She openly grinned at him this time. He may have smiled back but she couldn’t see his face under the mask.

At least we agree on something, maybe this won’t be so bad. … I wonder what his smile looks like.

She shook her head to clear that last unhelpful thought and instead watched as Vigilante moved around on his bed, still muttering insults about the Justice League. He had dumped out his bags while they chatted and was tossing clothing around as he dug out his toothbrush and toothpaste. He hadn’t noticed her staring and she quickly looked away when he turned back towards her.

“Not sure why you’re calling me a cape though. My name’s not dumb and my costume is not wacky. Also, I don’t have superpowers.”

“Wait, what?” That caught her completely off guard. “You don’t have any powers?”

“Nope!” He sounded entirely unbothered.

“No super strength? X-ray vision? Fancy gadgets or tech?”

He laughed in amusement. “Nope, nope and man, I fucking wish. That would be sick.”

She was stumped. “Then why the fuck do you dress like that?”

“Hey, my outfit is both tactical and fashionable! I don’t know what your deal with teal is but respect the suit.” He waggled a finger at her in a warning.

She scoffed at his defensive response. “What kind of hero, powers or not, wears fucking teal? Come on, name one!”

“Aquaman!” He blurted out.

She shook her head. “No way, that is sea green at best. Plus, that dude fucks fish. You don't fuck fish do you?”

“No! God no!” He jumped off the bed in a rush to defend himself again. “I fuck humans, thank you very much. Real human women.

“Very reassuring.” She nodded solemnly at him. “I definitely believe you.”

“Thank god. I don’t want any rumours going around.” He sounded relieved, clearly missing her sarcastic tone. She kept quiet and watched him head over to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

Wait. Is he…limping?

She paid closer attention to his feet when he finally exited in his pyjamas and walked back over to the beds. There was a subtle but noticeable drag on his right side.

“Hey, are you all good?”

He didn’t seem to understand the question so she continued. “Your right foot? You’re limping. Are you okay?”

He tensed and straightened up immediately. “I’m fine. Nothing happened.”

“Well, that’s not suspicious or worrisome at all.” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed and flopped down gently on his mattress, staring up at the ceiling. “I … kind of got tortured last week.”

She snapped to attention, clearly not expecting that explanation. “Do you want to talk about it?” She hadn’t intended to start such a serious conversation but she knew she needed to proceed carefully.

“No.” He paused, sighed again and turned to look over at her. “...maybe?”

She studied him carefully, trying to make eye contact behind his glaring red visor. “Can you at least tell me how you’re injured? Do you need any medical assistance?”

"Why are you being so nice?" His tone was suspicious.

She paused for a moment. It wasn't exactly her own choice but she didn't hate the way they were getting along. She took a deep breath and tried to think of a good explanation.

"We officially work together now. Out in the field, it's life or death a lot of the time." She looked over at him with what she hoped was a reassuring face. "We need to trust each other. So I'm going to try and be nicer to you from now on. … emphasis on the try."

She looked away and muttered that last part under her breath.

"Oh. That makes sense." He thought for a moment. "You can still be mean sometimes if you want. It doesn't bother me much."

She laughed. "Well thanks, but I definitely won't be mean about you getting hurt, alright? Are you sure you're okay?"

He glanced down at his socked right foot and then back at her and nodded. “My foot is healing okay. Just a bit sore, I might walk funny for a bit. Goff tried to cut off my pinky toe with an unreasonably dull knife.”

She winced in sympathy at the gory mental image. Annoying or not, nobody deserved that.

Poor guy.

After a moment, she finally registered the name he mentioned. “Wait, Goff? Royland Goff?”

Vigilante nodded again. “In the mansion basement. He had me and Peacemaker tied up.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “He wanted information about who sent us and used me to try and force Peacemaker to talk.”

“Holy shit.” She didn’t really know what else to say. “That’s super fucked up.”

“Right?! Who does that? Honestly, I thought without my pinky toe I’d fall over all the time but apparently that’s not true. It just hurts real fucking bad for a while, which sucks but I’m glad I can still walk. Plus my balls don't hurt anymore though, so that's good."

She nearly choked on her own spit. "Excuse me? Your … balls?"

"Oh, yeah." He shrugged at her nonchalantly. "Goff also hooked jumper cables up to my balls and electrocuted me several times."

"What the actual fuck?!"

He rushed to reassure her. "They're fine now though! Everything still works!"

"I didn't need to know that." She pulled a face at his oversharing. "That's just …wow. That's really brutal."

"It wasn't a great time, that's for sure." His voice then perked up a bit. "I didn't break though. Not even once!"

Well, that's impressive.

"Aw, thanks." He sounded happy at the praise.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

It was true, most seasoned agents can't even withstand that kind of torture. But she didn't mean to say that aloud and stroke Vigilante's ego even further. She ignored him and focused on another key piece of the situation. “None of this was in the report.”

She started fidgeting with the edge of the comforter on her bed, feeling increasingly anxious. These were extremely important details about the Goff mission that most definitely had not appeared in any of the files she had read.

He was confused. "It didn't say anything about me getting hurt? Or about my mask coming off?"

"What?!"

"Oh fuck." He sounded panicked like he really shouldn't have brought that up.

"Your mask came off too? Did anyone see your face?"

He didn't answer. She decided to try again. "Vigilante, you need to trust me. I have to know what happened, it's really important."

He sighed and looked over at her. "After Peacemaker and I were tied up, Goff took my mask off and they both saw my face. Then the torture, then the escape and then the rescue. Kind of a shitty day overall, not going to lie."

She frowned, trying to determine what to do with the new information. “The report said you were apprehended by Judomaster, taken to an underground level then incapacitated him and executed Goff before being retrieved by the rest of the team. There was nothing about torture or your identity." She tried to remember the full report but her mind was racing with revelations.

Peacemaker gave the only statement about what happened in the basement… Peacemaker lied in his report… Peacemaker saw his face…

Shit.

"You and Peacemaker are best friends right?"

"Obviously, yes!"

She sat up and looked straight at him. "I think Peacemaker lied in his report to protect you."

"Wait, really?" He was stunned.

"The report didn't even say Vigilante, just Peacemaker and unnamed accomplice. That's really unusual. If he had mentioned what you described happened in the basement, ARGUS would have dug into you further and forced him to identify you."

"Told you we were besties." A hopeful note tinged his voice but she wasn't paying much attention. She was still mentally reviewing the mission reports and muttering to herself.

"I can't believe how messy that mission actually was. You know, if Judomaster hadn't shown up, it would have been a total sweep. In and out in under 10 minutes. That takes an exceptional level of skill and a very talented marksman.”

His voice softened. “… You think I'm skilled? And … talented?”

Shit. So much for not padding his ego.

"Hey, I'm just analyzing the report data and making observations." She threw up her hands in defence. "I don't even know anymore if that part of the report was accurate."

"Even Harcourt saw it, come on!"

She grinned at him. "All I'm saying is that first-hand experience is the only way to truly judge expertise for any skill."

“Okay,”

"Okay?" She eyed him suspiciously. "Just like that?"

"Yeah. If you need to watch me, then I'll show you." The confidence in his voice should have been a warning but it sparked something inside her.

Yes, please .

Fuck, that wasn't out loud too right? She looked over at him quickly. He hadn't responded so thank god, that had remained an inside thought. Her brain was really not behaving this evening.

“It’s late, we should go to sleep.” She hopped quickly off the bed, grabbed her pyjamas and toiletries from her bag and rushed over to the bathroom.

Brushing her teeth and washing her face in the tiny bathroom was quick work. She looked down at her sleepwear and froze for a second. She had just packed the first things she found that were seasonally appropriate, forgetting she’d be sharing a room. The thin tank top and tiny shorts she usually wore at home were comfortable but not exactly appropriate. She didn't really have any other options though, so it would have to do.

She exited the bathroom and walked back across the room. She noticed the red strip of Vigilante's visor following her as she moved and climbed into her bed.

“Are you seriously going to sleep in that thing?”

“Yes. I’m not showing you my face.” His tone shifted and she realized she should probably be careful with that topic.

“Do you sleep in the mask a lot?”

He climbed under the duvet before answering. “When I have to.”

“Isn't that uncomfortable?”

“You get used to it.”

She glanced over at him. “You put a lot of effort into protecting yourself.”

“It's not about me.” He shuffled around under the covers and rearranged his pillows. “It's about everyone else.”

What a weird thing to say.

She rolled over and fluffed her own pillow before flicking off the lamp beside her. “Goodnight Vigilante.”

An indistinguishable noise sounded from his side of the room in response while she closed her eyes and managed to drift off to sleep.

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A/N: That got a lil more emotional than I originally planned but I like this vibe for these two, sassy but sweet. Also, let it be said that Peacemaker does try his best to be a bro to Vig, he's just bad at it. Let me know what you think! More to come soon.

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#adrian chase #vigilante #peacemaker hbo #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante fanfiction #adrian chase fanfiction #freddie stroma #vigilante peacemaker #adrian chase fanfic #adrian chase fic #lysenfeu fics #pair of aces fic

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Commenting on all lines of Glane in Gawain's 5* fates because he is all I think about lately ✌️

First things first, a little introduction here, because some people might be lost.

INTRO: WHO THE HECK IS GLANE?

✨Glane ✨ was Gawain's colleague when he was serving as a knight at Dalmore. Gawain jokingly says he just "tolerated" him, but by the way he happily salutes him when he sees him again in his fates, we can easily figure out they were close friends back then.

In Gawain's journal lines he talks about Glane too! He says something about how shocked he is to see how the huge introvert that used to laugh everything off he used to known is now the knight order commander.

Okay so you want to know more about him?

Let me tell you MORE ABOUT HIM!

First impressions are very important, not only in real life but also in fiction, the way one introduces a character can make people fall completely in love with them or despise them forever.

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 1

In our first encounter with Glane ( Light Gawain's 5* uncap fates) we can see he is a very humble, laid back person, who also likes to tease and joke from time to time.

First thing he does after seeing Gawain, the man everybody in Dalmore used to fear, is tease him about his ''triumphant return''

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 2

He completely ignores Gawain's ''tsunderistic'' antics not giving them any importance.

Gawain is very shocked when Glane reveals he is now the commander, and says that this is very bad news, we learn that Glane used to be in charge of logistics, so he is not the person most adequate to be the commander, but since there is a lack of strong knights in Dalmore (more like there are none at the moment) he is the only one Florence could count on to do the job.

Can you imagine being on that situation? You are just chillin' taking care of the logistics of the duchy (that are most of the time just organizing things, not actually being in the frontlines) and one day they ask you if you could be in charge of the knight order because there is nobody adequate for that job (meaning that ALL the knights the Dalmore knight order currently has are weaker than a guy that works at logistics)

Personally I think that my brain would have just exploded right there, not only for the great responsability entrusted to me, but I'd be also thinking ''Wow my country really sucks ass''

Glane ''Haha'' counter: 3

BRO IS LITERALLY AN ANGEL AAAAAAA. He is so goddamn responsible!! He is doing his best for his country when he knows he is not even that strong to be giving an example to the rest of knights!! The reason the knight order is even functional right now is because he took that position!! Next time anybody goes to Dalmore you'd better say ''THANK YOU GLANE!''

MORE ABOUT HIM PART 2

Glane drinks his Respect™ juice every morning. He likes to resolve conflicts by speaking things out, when Bertilak is dissatisfied with the training he tries to figure out why by speaking directly with him

Bertilak : * insults his uncle at his job*

Glane: Oh damn (proceeds to shrug it off and adds another Haha to the counter)

Being laid back doesn't mean he won't intervene on things, when Gawain was going to beat Bertilak's ass fight Bertilak in a duel he wanted to stop him, worried Bertilak would get hurt.

Oh by the way Glane is a healer!

Skipping scenes, next day while they were both training the knights a sorceress comes in a hurry saying Florence has sent a telepathic message saying Bertilak was in danger.

The way he tells the mage to stay calm to be able to figure out what is the situation is *chef kiss*

Glane manages to keep his cool even when he knows his nephew and Florence are most probably in danger, I find that so impresive, him keeping calm and assesing the problem like that... in my eyes he is just the coolest!!

And in Gawain's eyes he is also the coolest!! He might lack physical strength but I believe his mental strength is insane!

We don't see him again till the end of Gawin's lvl 100 fates (Bertilak is taken on a journey with the crew in these fates)

While Bertilak was out, he worked too, organizing the ideas Bertilak gave, trying to improve the order's battle tactics. I find this important too, Glane not only listened to Bertilak, but he also made sure to take his ideas into consideration.

In conclusion: I love him, he is very cool, he is very responsible and very chill, lemme give him a kiss

Extra,my favorite voicelines:

The way he says Ojousan and his silly haha laugh at the end make me ascend to heaven

Thanks for reading till here~ Hope I could make somebody out there appreciate this man more with this <3 and thanks granblue for having a humongous cast!

#granblue fantasy #gbf #glane (granblue fantasy)#I am infecting everybody with my glane brainrot #character analysis

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Percy Jackson and Why the Best Villains are Right (update)

I feel like this post needs an update after the first two long-awaited episodes aired so here goes. This is long and I am not sorry one bit, but I made it its own post anyway because it's so long).

This is the original, read at your leisure.

First, let me set the stage: Last Olympian came out when I was in 6th grade. I had the first four books in paperback and couldn’t wait for book 5 to make a perfectly matching set, I needed to read it the day it debuted. I, like many fans heard they were making a movie adaptation of TLT and we all collectively lost our minds. Finally! We would see our heroes on the big screen, and it was the guy who directed Sorcerer’s Stone. This dude knew how to make successful franchise-starting movies.

We. Were. Hyped.

Then… the rumors started. The actors weren’t the right age. Annabeth wouldn’t be blonde. Grover was this… unrecognizable slick, smooth-talking lady killer. Camp Half-Blood didn’t look like we pictured. Chiron looked okay? The special effects looked decent?

I didn’t get to see the movie when it came out. In fact, I remember being on a road trip and seeing it for $16 on demand at our hotel and my grandparents just couldn’t reconcile with that kind of price. I was crushed.

Turns out, they were unknowingly sparing me from disappointment. Everyone knows the two movie adaptations were awful. If you never read the books, they were tolerable, I suppose. If you never read them, you didn’t have the emotional investment we did, and you didn’t see why all the little details mattered so much. You didn’t care if it didn’t follow the book exactly because it was kind of funny and a little bit ridiculous but not *awful*.

Those movies are up there with the M. Knight Last Airbender as some of the worst kids’ fiction adaptations in history. Then the years pass. Harry Potter releases Deathly Hallows Pt. 2, the end of an era while the fandom money machine keeps on churning. Percy and co get new books, and some tangential spin-offs, the foundations of a much larger world of multi-pantheon fantasy, but after the failure of Sea of Monsters, an adaptation of Titan’s Curse would never be made.

We’d never see emo, angsty Nico and Bianca, never see the development of Percabeth, never meet Thalia or Fred or Artemis. The fandom was in limbo, forever tethered to just being a series of books that would never compete with the Boy Who Lived.

Then, years pass, and we hear rumblings of a new adaption. This time, Disney is handling it. This time, Rick is neck deep in development making damn sure they stay faithful. This time, it’ll be good.

But, if you’re like me, and so many other people unenthused by Disney’s releases over the last decade or so, you were more than a little afraid that Percy would be twice-doomed by another awful adaptation. You heard the rumors again about tiny minutiae that didn’t exactly match the book but still dared to hold out hope that they learned from their mistakes. They’d succeed where so many stories in recent years fell flat.

Then, finally, we get trailers, and we get episodes.

Just so everyone is aware of just how much pressure is riding on this show to succeed. It’s not just an adaptation probably ten years late for those of us who grew up with the books and Percy. It’s a redemption.

So, I’m not Uncle Rick, and if he signed off on the tiny detail changes, then so be it, but I want to explain to all those who rolled their eyes the last time at why we were so pissed Annabeth wasn’t blonde the first go around: It represents that if the director didn’t give a shit about making sure the simplest of details were correct, he wouldn’t care about the big details like themes and the characters’ personalities and the actual messages of the story (which, surprise surprise, he didn’t). One wig would have been a sign of good faith with zero excuse to fall short.

We’ll ignore Annabeth this time around because she has an equally valid reason for not being blonde this time (for anyone who doesn’t know, Annabeth was meant to break the “dumb blonde” stereotype. Having her played by a minority speaks to the same spirit. The books were also written a long ass time ago in terms of the evolution of pop culture and I appreciate that Rick is evolving with the times where it fits, as his books have increased in diversity across the board beyond three white, straight, cis protagonists).

I’ll ignore Percy not having a NY accent (not that it’s crucial or anything, but he’s got the sass and sarcasm of the born and bread New Yorker that he is and it would have been a nice touch). I’ll ignore Percy and Grover playing Mythomagic – even though that’s Nico’s game and matters because Nico was such a dorky little nerd before everything went to hell and Percy just. Wasn’t. He specifically liked skate parks and trying to be at least a little cool. I do like that the game was even there in the first place for all of us who recognized it on the spot. I also liked the nod to the Minotaur’s tighty-whities in the textbook (though strange).

Details do matter. Percy’s got black hair and sea green eyes for a reason. All the children of the Greek Big Three have the black hair, and only them. Apollo and Athena kids are blonde for a reason. Characters tell Percy over and over again how much he looks like his dad and it matters. If Potterheads get to complain about Harry and Lily’s eyes, so do we. But maybe the actor didn’t want to dye his hair or wear a wig. At the end of the day it doesn’t break the immersion and ruin the story.

All I’m trying to convey is that usually, the curtains aren’t just blue for kicks. Characters are designed with intent. Color choices matter. The Sith aren’t running around with blue lightsabers just ‘cause they ran out of red LEDs on set. And if this tiny detail was waved away, what else will be?

But hey, that was just my first impression. I saw this kid pop up on screen and my immediate thought was: That’s not Percy (though it is Percy’s eyes).

So, did the rest of the premier change my mind? Does the show still capture the spirit of the books, even it if can’t quite capture an exact reflection?

I made a list while I was watching of all the other minutiae that I noticed, for better or for worse and here’s the positives:

Chiron’s actor hits that “best teacher I ever had” vibes perfectly.

Baby Percy is fricken adorable.

12-year-old Percy’s thick-ass eyebrows just work for some reason?

Grover’s actor is good, no notes, fits him well.

They still hit a lot of the beats (Nancy, Yancy, Mrs. Dobbs, the cabin, the wreck, the matador fight, Sally vanishing, the minotaur horn, the Hermes Cabin, dinner at the pavilion, the bathroom scene, capture the flag, claiming) in order.

How often they dress him in shades of blue and/or green before the orange camp shirt.

Annabeth’s signature line.

Dionysus is on point, what a dick.

Percy’s sass and disrespect for authority!

CHB is solid, no notes.

The wood nymph makeup on whoever that lady was is fantastic.

The cloven council is four books early. Points for continuity?

The nightmares are different than the books but fit the same vibe.

Percy sucking ass at every skill was perfectly executed (but it would have been nice if they showed him excelling at canoeing because it was funny).

The physical acting, the fight choreography, was excellently executed.

But, for all the inexplicable changes, there were many that were a disservice.

As much as events being out of order and lines and explanations being spoken by the wrong characters at the wrong moments pains me (Sally never got the chance to tell Percy anything, her grave mistake was not saying anything sooner, trying to keep him close to her as long as she possibly could and that’s things went so wrong at the start of the book, they also didn’t fight), I get how adaptations work. Sometimes page-to-screen just can’t be done.

That said: Grover didn’t sell Percy out to Yancy, but he did try to gaslight him. Gabe was way meaner and fuglier in the book and first adaptation and wouldn’t dare let Sally talk back to him, or say “please”. Sally also didn’t look quite as world-weary as I’d hoped, for being trapped in an abusive relationship and a minimum wage job. As Percy’s first taste of combat, they really speedran the Mrs. Dobbs fight. He didn’t have Riptide during the Minotaur fight; he beat that bastard with his bare hands. Chiron worked up to his centaur reveal after all the exposition dropped. Not a single character has a NY accent and that Di Angelo name drop is… cheap and nonsensical. It’s only there because of how insanely popular Nico became (for better or for worse).

For episode 2: Percy’s conversation with Chiron and Mr. D was completely different, mostly because all his lines were given to Sally and Grover and it suffered some pacing issues because of it. Exposition and when they decided to do it felt like purposefully stepping on all the cracks in the sidewalk. It was written in the book that way, in that order, because it worked.

Where tf was Annabeth? She didn’t make a real appearance until ¾ of the way through the premier. All but her signature line was stolen by other characters and, because of this, she has almost zero rapport with Percy at the start of their quest. All her attitude is there, with none of what makes her sympathetic, and it’s very telling, not showing. Luke and Clarisse exist. I only know it’s Luke because of his scar and his unnamed friend that skulks around with him is… somebody. One of the Stolls, maybe? We were 0 for 3 on characters having the correct hair color. Grover’s tangent to the Council was a mess and we have the PJO equivalent of midichlorians with “kleos” as if Percy needed another motivation to succeed in tangible hero points and, finally, there was no hellhound fight (for rating issues, I assume?). Not sure yet if they’ll keep the hippie in the attic and the entire concept of prophecies that are so critical to the plot and themes (see my first post).

Overall, it’s a shame that the performances feel so stiff and robotic. I get that they’re all kids and this is probably all their first acting roles but if the fight choreographer trained them so well, the acting coaches could have stepped up their game. So many lines are delivered without emotion, or too much emotion (like Clarisse screaming bloody murder at her broken Maimer), which causes some very important scenes to feel bland.

When Percy has the chance to choose his companions, the choices TV Grover and Annabeth have made make them incredibly unappealing candidates. Annabeth has been nothing but rude, vague, and unkind, and was absent for her most important lines. Grover sold him out to the headmaster, gaslit him, revealed how much he’d lied about the world of the gods, agreed to keep lying to him about what he now knows about Sally, and Percy still hasn’t forgiven him.

So, is this a worthy adaptation?

Honestly… I wish it would have been animated, like Arcane or Dragon Prince. Animators would have saved the inexperienced actors from such stiff visual performances. They wouldn’t have had to deal with creating lifelike CGI and could have made some events much more kinetic without the laws of reality getting in the way as this is a story about mythology come to life. It’s a shame, too, that animation is still bound to the shackles of seeming inferior to live action when people absolutely adore Spiderverse and Arcane, and both would have been worse off in the constraints of reality.

The whole thing feels like it tried its best to follow the roadmap of the book, but lost the soul of the book. Changes to the source material are okay if they improve the story, but a lot of the reordering of events and exposition just makes it clunky.

It’s not bad. Gods know it’s already better than the movies in spirit. Maybe it didn’t have the budget or the time or the resources, or Covid caused problems, but this is Disney Money. There are ten whole books in this series and a fandom rabid for a good adaptation. There is zero excuse not to invest the proper time, money, and effort into hitting it out of the park when you can commit to ten entire seasons of a show in the era of eight-to-ten episode stints.

Maybe I’m being too hard on it, you decide. I’m tired of giving the Mouse the benefit of the doubt when they have All the Money at their disposal to hire the best people possible for the job and to get it right this time.

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #Percy Jackson review #disney+

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survey--s · 5 months

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678.

What is your favorite breakfast food? Pancakes! I actually had them this morning for the first time in months and they tasted SO GOOD. Blueberry pancakes with honey and cream.

Who do you (romantically) love? My husband.

Have you ever considered yourself dirty? No.

What do you do to relax? Mess about online, take baths, cuddle with an assortment of our pets, watch Disney movies, take surveys, watch TikTok.

Do you enjoy kissing? It's okay. I'm not a very sexual person, generally speaking.

What about making out? Same as above.

Where are you most ticklish? The soles of my feet. I can't STAND people touching them. I honestly have no idea how people can tolerate foot massages or pedicures - it's quite literally my idea of hell lol.

Have you ever been to an arena concert? Nope. That would be way too much for me.

Where was the last place you kissed someone? In the kitchen.

Do you know anyone who is expecting? Yeah, one of my clients is due in May.

What does your third text message say in your inbox? The third person I received a text from is Suzanne. I don't know what it said though and I CBA to look, lol.

Do you use speed dial? It doesn't even exist anymore.

If so who is number 5? .

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.

Where do you want to get married? I got married in the registry office in between our house and my parents house. My in-laws live near us so we just picked somewhere in the middle of everyone.

Do you plan on having both your parents at your wedding? They both were there.

If you could visit one person right now, who would it be? Nobody.

Do you like school? I liked the academic side but not the social side.

What is your all time favorite subject that you have ever taken in school? History.

Do you have a current teacher who you wish taught all of your classes? I used to love the history teacher I had in Year 9 or the English teacher I had in year 8. I'd pick them if I could.

What has been your favorite part of this calendar year so far? Beach gallops, getting Simba, my business doing as well as it had.

Are you going on vacation any time soon? I have two weeks off work over Christmas but we're not going anywhere.

Do you catch yourself staring at inappropriate times? Yeah, when I'm daydreaming.

How many times have you been fall-down drunk? 2-3 times.

Has a friend ever really hurt you and you never told them? Yes.

Where would your most romantic getaway spot be? A cozy cottage in Vermont. <--- not gonna lie, that sounds amazing.

Have you ever stayed on a ride at a theme park to ride it again? Yeah, a few times. Our local theme park when I was a kid was never very busy and you used to be able to do that all the time.

Have you ever used your sexuality to get you something you wanted? Yes.

What do you count as too spoiled? I don't think it's about what you give your child, it's about their attitude. I grew up surrounded by money and only a couple of people actually came across as "spoilt".

When you don’t feel good, where do you want to be? At home in bed.

Have you ever set an alarm on your phone to remind you to do something? Sure.

Where do you want to raise your children? I don’t want children.

What is your favorite Crayola scented crayon? I don't think I ever used any scented crayons. I used to like the blueberry gel pens though!

What is your favorite childhood TV show? Arthur.

Do you ever look at yourself and not believe it’s you? Nope.

What’s your favorite hideaway place? Home, or this little oasis I found in the sand dunes last week. It's just tucked away and so pretty.

Do you have a secret you have kept from your family? Sure. Personally I think it's weird to tell your family everything.

Have you ever slow danced to a song you didn’t know? Probably.

Where do you study? I don't.

Do you study at all? No.

What do you want to be when you grow up? I'm a dog walker/pet sitter.

Has someone ever dedicated a song to you? Yes.

How many people have you kissed this month? One.

Do you like do have your hair pulled? Nope.

Are you close with your parents? Yeah, with my mum at least. I don't really speak to my dad.

How much do you wish/ hope for something before you give up? I mean, I don't wish or hope for things, really. If I really want something I go and make it happen.

Have you ever hung out with a complete stranger? Not just us, but in a group of other people, yeah.

Do you work any holidays? Nope. One of the main advantages of being self-employed. I really do NOT miss it. At all.

#survey #surveys

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fisherpiers · 1 year

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Seems you have problems with Amity so how come you ain't a fan of her?

okay lemme take a deep breath and gather up my receipts. hope you’re ready for a whole fucking essay.

do i think her designs cute? yeah sure. she’s adorable. and marketable. easy to slap on disney social media posts during pride month.

do i like that her attraction to girls is treated as good and natural and not scary? yes. for the owl house’s message, and helping kids grow up without thinking they’re monsters, this is good.

okay now that i’ve pointed out the good, lemme tell you why i hate her.

and this got too long so here’s the shortened version. the reasons she most rubs me the wrong way. and it’s still too fucking long lol

1. first things first. she’s the hexsquad’s bully. she was horrible to willow and luz and she never really puts in the work to make up for this. well. she does for luz. not willow, however. her main victim.

AMITYS VERY FIRST APPEARANCE IS TREATING WILLOW LIKE SHIT AND DESTROYING HER CONFIDENCE. WITH NO PROVOCATION. okay? and then that episode ends with ames trying to get luz dissected.

it’s not even an “amity let bosha, her best friend that she replaced willow with, terrorize willow and thus is responsible as a bystander” situation. no, amity is shown personally going out of her way to be an asshole.

and then in that fucking library episode she says “i know what you are now, luz. you’re a bully!” like bitch?? excuse me? you were literally regular and cyber bullying luz and willow in the episode previous to it. literally she bullies them and then the very next episode calls luz a bully (for some shit her siblings were doing, not even luz)

and then she just assimilates herself back into the friend group, as if nothing happened. willow and gus tolerate it bc they’re not assholes. but the tension is there. on screen even.

like that whole hair braiding scene. wtf was that. amity braiding willows hair does not make up for years of her making willows life a living hell. willow frowns while it happens. and the whole reason amity even came to talk to willow in the first place was to talk about luz. she is only there bc she needs something. it was all about her relationship with luz, not willow.

i know i’ve said this many times before but i think willow should get to clock amity in the jaw. at least once.

and willow should’ve been fucking pissed when luz started getting romantically involved with amity. luz and willow should’ve had a fight about it.

they call back to the tension again in “thanks to them”. the scene in the museum. they feel the need to have to reassure the audience that things are fine between the kids, totally no tension at all. you know bc amity hasn’t actually apologized and they just sort of swept everything she did under the rug.

(another part of “thanks to them” when she tells hunter to go change his silly outfit. not an egregious sin but it’s still mean.)

“understanding willow” wasn’t enough. all amity does it throw out her little sob story excuse for first abandoning willow and then bullying her. probably only bc luz was there to make her feel bad about all of it. which is not a proper apology. WHICH LEADS ME TO MY NEXT POINT.

2. and here’s where it gets personal. amity’s sob story is that she has shitty parents. cool. me too. and i ain’t ever bullied anyone bc of it.

i’ve got literally the same parents. a manipulative control-freak mother and a father who just sorta lets her terrorize his children and make all the family’s decisions bc he’s too busy or scared of her to care. all the same pressure to do perfectly at school and weird fixation on my hair, even, and i’m just fine. my mother belittling me every time i breathed didn’t make me feel the need to make other kids’ lives miserable. get better coping mechanisms.

and i know the “amity doesn’t even try to fight it when her mother gets the hexsquad expelled in ‘escaping expulsion’” thing is a reason other people don’t like amity for, but no i understand this one. i would’ve been too afraid to cross my mother too. so she gets a pass on that ig

oh and mentioning that ep, bonus round. 3. that scene where she walks into her house and immediately throws her clothes on the floor for the butler to pick up pisses me off

sigh. it’s not that i think people can’t change, in fact i’d be perfectly fine with her if she actually made things right with willow. i just wish she would’ve. on-screen.

#okay now i’ve laid most of it out lol #asks #amity blight #fisher.txt #long post #tbh i say i hate her but i kinda don’t sometimes. i contain multitudes

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tea-with-evan-and-me · 7 months

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I saw Jeff’s fans talking about this blog and the tarot blog and expressing their annoyance about some people saying that Jeff gives them bad vibes. They also said that we think Evan is a good boy who can do know wrong and is just a trusting baby who surrounds him self with toxic people and we just don’t like Jeff to push this “narrative.” Um okay. I understand why they are upset, it’s annoying to see people say that someone you like has bad vibes, but I think they’re missing the reason why people say that. It’s because Jeff remained friends with Emma (I don’t know if at this current moment they still are) who was incredibly abusive to Evan. Evan, from what I understand, became friends with Jeff first and Jeff met Emma through Evan. Jeff and Evan were/are very very close friends according to Evan. Many people find it strange to remain friends with the abuser of someone you’re close to after they break up, I don’t think it’s crazy to feel that way. Now, obviously Evan doesn’t seem to mind because he still hung out with Jeff and was just with him the other day. I, and I’m sure others, fully understand that Evan is a grown adult who can make decisions about who he has in his life and we don’t get to, nor should we as we don’t personally know him, get a say in that. But this is a discussion/gossip blog where people are allowed to express their personal opinions about a situation. No one really knows if Evan and Jeff actually ever had a falling out, it was just speculated about because nobody saw pictures of them together for about 2-3 years? If they did who knows why, maybe they got in an argument, maybe Evan was in the wrong, I don’t know that’s their business and they’re seemingly on good terms now.

Now about the whole we see Evan as a helpless good boy thing lol…. I mean I don’t, I don’t think you do, admin, and I don’t think a lot of people on this blog do. I actually liked Jeff before I found out that he was still hanging out with Emma which made me look at him a little sideways. We don’t take issue with the people in Evan’s life other than the ones who have done some shady stuff. Also, they mentioned how “we think Ryan manipulated Evan into taking the role of Dahmer” and I just need to say we know Evan is a big boy who can make decisions on his own. I guess they’re unaware that Ryan is well documented to be a gaslighter, manipulative, and intimidating person which we talk about in relation to the dynamic of Evan and Ryan. I mean look at the interview Angelica Ross just did. Whewww, okay sorry for this super long message but I needed to express my opinion and get this all off my chest.

anon, thank you for sharing that - honestly, you said it all. we have a valid reason to not like jeff, sarah, ryan and the likes of them who are tight with the woman who abused evan. who they know abused evan. the vast majority of us don't think evan is some helpless baby who can't fend for himself - he may have low self-esteem and tolerate poor treatment but he is a grown man. we are allowed to not like certain people he's friends with when the reason is, well.. reasonable.

i'm gonna keep it 100% with you guys. i thought dissing jeff ward was a victimless crime. i did not know that man had fans. my bad.

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chaoticgoodlawyerwrites · 1 year

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Oof okay I'm looking at what would be the final length of the bingliushen fic first chapter and it's like... the length of a novella. So I'm not doing that.

This means I'll be sharing it much sooner than I expected and there may well be two updates for it this month. With that in mind, here's the tumblr preview for the first chapter. As much of it retreads DYK ch 1+2 because it's supposed to be understandable if folks jumped straight from "Can't we just skip to the end?" I'm going to focus on the parts I've added to start the butterfly effect of the very very different conclusion this story will have from DYK. Short preview, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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Shen Yuan had had a trying day, to say the least.

He had done his best to ignore the stares and whispers from his fellow Peak Lords that kept turning to him despite the packed if tedious agenda for the day’s meeting. Then again, their attention may have repeatedly strayed back to him precisely because the meeting was so dull that they felt the need for a distraction and not everyone was as blessed as he to be able to secretly message a friend. It certainly didn’t help that the most interesting and scandalous part of the day happened first thing in the morning, giving people all day to ruminate on the revelations surrounding Shen Qingqiu.

His lack of interest in the working women (and men) in the brothels and apparent virginity.

A virginity that was lost after dual cultivation with a grown disciple.

A disciple that he had previously lived with and admittedly had feelings for.

Feelings that may or may not be connected to the fact he and Luo Binghe may be fated lovers.

Fated lovers who had somehow earned the ire of the Sect Leader who had rather publicly gone out of his way to separate them.

And that was before you threw Liu Qingge and his open support of Shen Qingqiu into the mix.

Which… was actually the most shocking thing of the day. Liu Qingge had been his friend for a while, but he never expected that level of vocal dedication. He ended up hovering on the edge of his vision for most of the evening, Shen Qingqiu suddenly aware of the man in a way he hadn’t been before and it unsettled him.

Shang Qinghua, with whom he was now able to communicate using the System’s direct messenger, was adamant that it had to do with LIu Qingge liking him. But that was silly! Liu Qingge wasn’t gay and certainly not interested in him! He was just very loyal and felt bad for him being under so much scrutiny!

His fellow transmigrator had given him a look and Shen Qingqiu decided to ignore it as much as he could. Things were confusing enough as it was, okay!? He had just had his sexual history put on trial by his colleagues, was dealing with going from having a fully-grown husband to losing his beloved disciple in his home, and had to, you know, save the world and stuff!

There was a lot on his plate! And he hated being confused, especially when it came to emotional stuff!! It was all too much!!!

With everything combined, dinner had been unbearable without chemical assistance, and, despite his known low tolerance, Shen Qingqiu had turned to the free-flowing wine for help in maintaining his composure.

It had probably kept him from decking Wei Qingwei, which would have been out of character and caused even more fuss around everything. The last thing this disaster needed was more fuel to the fire. There would be more than enough of that once Mu Qingfang’s notes from his visit the day before leaked.

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rw47vr-key · 2 years

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Still in love with your lies - part 2/4

◗ 　A/N: Hi dearies!💕 .As I said,I have no idea what I'm writing, forgive me. This is totally in Narrator's POV compared to the 1st part. I still hope you'll may like this. ❤ Take care and much love! 💝💫 ◗ 　Warning : angst, violence, swearing ◗ little note: if you haven't checked out yet, see these links before reading 🔗 brief character profile (still, I've included the profile photos below to understand the story) 🔗part1

Character profile:

2 days later

Location : FBI headquarters, Germany

When MC signed up for the mission, she was instructed to 'arrest, investigate and not supposed to kill the hacker'. But the encrypted email that MC received was unexpected.

From Agent E3(Evelyn) ,

This is to inform team leader M7(mc) that the mission '01040-jake' will be further proceeded by Section 3 team, as initially planned. We appreciate on behalf of our whole FBI committee for the hardwork of you and your team. Henceforth,you need not investigate nor participate regarding Criminal:Jake's case. The next primary mission put forth for your team is continuing the 'Jennifer-3 guilty' case by aiding the police, incognito. The 2nd task is top notch secret, that will be discussed in person.I have passed on the message as per Agent Vampire's command. Delete this at once after reading.

Agent MC was at her limit.She couldn't tolerate all that she had done until now weren't part of the plan. Because the real plan was hidden and will be executed without her involvement.

The first thing she did was yell at her subordinate after she had entered her team's discussion room. "You knew all of it, right? ", she shrieked.

"Woah! Woah! Are you already back to work? MC! You should have taken more rest! ", Agent Frederick exclaimed.

"So, you did know,huh? Great. I appreciate your loyalty towards me. What's next? Kill the hacker? Is it today.or.tomorrow? What makes you all think that he is so dangerous? or.. Have you closed his chapter, already?. Why the extreme silence? Finding reasons to apologize? What the…Answer me you fuxxing snake!", her anger raised fast as a lightning, for each question.

"Why are you blaming me, MC ? I did what the head and R3(Reynold) told.You better calm down.No one is killing anyone.", Frederick said nonchalantly.

"F7(Frederick) ! I heard you, so damn well! ", she scowled. " You said you'll make Jake pay for whatever he did. "

"Agent M7,calm down for a minute,please.Let's sit down and talk. I'll make sure to call our other 2 members too", Agent Natalie aka N7 tried to stop the commotion between them before it gets too late.

"Yeah, I said. But I didn't mean it", Frerdrick shrugged.

MC snatched the bottle of water he was about to drink and flinged it afar. " Really? Good to know. Oh,I also heard you calling me 'my girl'. "

"I meant that, MC.No..wait..Let me..Why..why don't we listen to N7(Natalie) ? . Let's sit and talk, shall we? ", he said trembling.

" I don't have time lurking around like you, Frederick. Put a full stop to your idiocity is all that I request from you." She took his hand and patted it gently. "Just how many times should I say 'NO' to you? Would you like another practical demonstration of it?", she snickered.

"Umm…Agent M7, sorry to interrupt but , since you're here , why don't you train our intern? ", Natalie reported. " That was the mission assigned for you by Agent Reynold, in case if you were discharged from hospital today".

She pulled her hand away from his. "An intern, at this time of the year? ", she inquired. " Ah, so the guy waiting outside is him. Okay N7(Natalie) . I also have to meet Reynold after that."

"Sure,Agent M7.Go ahead", Natalie said handing over the intern's bio to MC.

MC walked out and assisted the newbie with his first task. She then made her way to meet Agent Reynold aka R3,leader of Section 3.

" Whew. She's furious as ever", Frederick sulked.

"You should be thankful that I saved you. Urgh, what you've done is pissing off me too, Frederick.", Natalie let out a huge breath. " And , don't forget to clear up the mess", she pointed at the wet floor and then at an empty paper. "Write a letter of apology, if you wish not to make anything more worse. "

_At Section 3 leader's office_

"Hey! How are you doing? ", Agent Reynold smiled and welcomed on seeing MC.

" You could have atleast told me", she frowned.

There was a brief silence.

"MC, that hacker killed his own mother", he said rubbing the back of his neck. " He is very well capable of turning the tables against us. "

"So,I am not that capable of handling him. Is that what you are all trying to say?",she asked as calm as she could.

"No! Eugene wanted you to handle another crucial case after this deadline!.More importantly, we didn't expect you to get hospitalized. So he immediately gave it to us without confronting you", he said.

He raised from his seat and stood in front of her,mumbling a 'sorry'. He then took a folded paper from his pocket and showed it to her.

It was an encrypted message. She scrutinized it and took a step back. "You got the head's approval for me?"

"Yep! , you can continue Jake's case.I know how much you were looking forward to accomplish this task from day 1.He's in the investigation room 306.Now go ,agent Key", he chuckled.

" This won't suffice.Treat me a dinner too,brother ", she smiled back and hugged him sideways.

" Haha. I will. Goodbye Y/N", he uttered her real name softly and saw her disappearing from his sight as the door closed.

'Fine, let's commence our mission', she thought to herself but she was surprised to see the intern running towards her.

"I finished writing the report, agent M7! ", Oliver panted.

" Well done, Agent O7(Oliver)! . I'm sorry that I left you half way . Wait in my office. I'll be back in an hour. "

He saluted flashing a smile, and ran back with the same speed.

.・゜-: ✧ :-To be continued-: ✧ :-゜・．

Edit: part 3 here

#duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood everbyte #jake duskwood #mc duskwood #duskwood game #duskwood jake x player #jake x mc #writings☆

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nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius · 2 years

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Incorrect Quotes, Part Fkeowkifwkodkwjsow

Eighth: I can’t tell if you’re a genius or just incredibly arrogant. The Grand Inquisitor: Well, on a good day, I’m both.

The Grand Inquisitor, on the phone to Shiri: Okay turn around. The Grand Inquisitor: No, the other way. The Grand Inquisitor: The other other way. The Grand Inquisitor: Okay, one more time. The Grand Inquisitor: A little to the left. The Grand Inquisitor: No, your other left. Shiri: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!? The Grand Inquisitor: Oh, I'm not there yet. But the thought of you aimlessly spinning in circles amuses me.

The Grand Inquisitor: Shiri is not allowed to violate the dress code, even on 'casual' Fridays. The Grand Inquisitor: No matter how many times you say please, Shiri. We won't put any of the hats you've been asking about into the dress code.

Shiri: You are a spineless twit! Seventh: You cannot talk to me that way, I am your superior! Shiri: A six-year-old girl could talk to you that way! Seventh: Yes, because that would be adorable. Shiri: No, it's because you are a five-year-old girl and there's a pecking order.

Shiri: Grand Inquisitor, you're my best friend. The Grand Inquisitor: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. The Grand Inquisitor: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

Seventh: There was a motor close to where I am right now. Fifth: A motor- a motorcycle? Seventh: Oh sorry, a murder. Shiri: That escalated quickly.

Reva: What are amphetamines? Fifth: Drugs that can go on land and water. Reva: Ohhhh.

Eighth: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Seventh: Eighth: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Shiri: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page. Shiri: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”. Seventh: That’s not even clever.

Fifth: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Shiri: Well then whose is it? Fifth, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

Shiri: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant. Eighth, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you. The Grand Inquisitor, who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please. Eighth: Coming right up.

Shiri: Ah ready for another fantastic day of being better than Fifth.

Fifth: May luck (and this picture of Reva eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

Eighth, turning to Seventh: Stop calling yourself hot, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.

Reva: Eighth isn’t answering my messages. Shiri: Allow me. Reva: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Eighth: *replying to message* Hello.

Reva: Guys where did Eighth go? The Grand Inquisitor: He got arrested. Reva: How the hell- Eighth: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Seventh: Shiri, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement- Shiri: Aww, thanks- Seventh: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

Eighth: When do you usually go to sleep? Shiri: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Seventh: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK! Reva: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

The Grand Inquisitor: I could kill you if I wanted. Reva: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Seventh: We need a plan to beat them. Eighth: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Seventh: Eighth: Judge me all you want, I get results.

Reva: Fifth is late again. Shiri: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. The Grand Inquisitor: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. Seventh: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Reva: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. *Fifth bursts through the door* Fifth: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Shiri: Hi. Seventh: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell him? Shiri: I did. Seventh: And what did he say? Shiri: “Thank you.” Seventh: You’re totally welcome. What’d he say? Shiri: He said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and The Grand Inquisitor said, “Thank you.”

Shiri: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Eighth: What? Shiri: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

*Seventh sends more than 5 messages in a row* Eighth: I ain’t reading all that. Eighth: I’m happy for you tho. Eighth: Or sorry that happened.

Seventh: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism. Eighth: And you came to me?

Eighth: Uh, I think I got your lunch. Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Shiri’ Fifth: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’

Seventh: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Reva: Where did you get that? Seventh: My pocket. Reva: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Seventh: Skills.

Seventh: Hey Reva, do you have any hobbies? Reva: Swimming.. Seventh: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Reva: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Reva: You want some leftovers? Shiri: What are those? Reva: You've never had leftovers before? Shiri: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

Eighth: Hello friends! The Squad: Eighth: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

Fifth & Seventh:*Playing video games* The Grand Inquisitor: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games? Fifth: *silence* Seventh: *silence* The Grand Inquisitor, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you? Fifth & Seventh in shame: Yeah...

Eighth: A sprite is anything not static. Shiri: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d. Reva: A sprite is a fucking soda. Reva: You god damn geekass bastards.

Eighth: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." Shiri: I saw you. Eighth: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Reva in a turkey costume

The Grand Inquisitor: Why are you guys acting like this? Shiri: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.

Reva, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Seventh: You're kinda ugly.

Reva: You’re jealous. The Grand Inquisitor: Jealous? Reva: That’s why you were being so negative about this. The Grand Inquisitor: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.

Reva: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :) Seventh: I forgot I was doing a test. Reva: Seventh. Seventh: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny.... Eighth: Seventh.

Shiri: "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield." The Grand Inquisitor: Opposite over hypotenuse. The Grand Inquisitor: Dipshit.

Fifth: Do you need help getting up? Shiri: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Seventh: What, in the name of sanity, have you got on your head? Reva: It's a fez, I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Shiri: *snatches the fez, throws it in the air* Seventh: *shoots it*

The Grand Inquisitor: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six. Fifth, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

Fifth: Fight me! Seventh, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

Eighth: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Shiri: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

The Grand Inquisitor: Isn’t this a bit dangerous? Seventh: Grand Inquisitor, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt. The Grand Inquisitor: ... Seventh: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt. The Grand Inquisitor: ... Seventh: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.

Fifth: How are you today? The Grand Inquisitor: Please don’t make me think about my life.

Eighth: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Eighth: And I started thinking. Eighth: Like, it was just trying to get food. Eighth: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Fifth: Are you ok?

Fifth: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Seventh: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

Shiri: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Seventh: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you. The Grand Inquisitor: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Seventh: Absolutely not.

Eighth: When I get murdered, can you make sure I become an unsolved case? Reva: wHat? Eighth: I want to be on Buzzfeed Unsolved. Reva: Can we go back to the part when you said "when I get murdered"?

Fifth: How did you even get in here? Eighth: Shiri's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Eighth's door"! Shiri: I’m closing the window.

Reva: How do you want your coffee? Shiri: Black, like my soul. Reva: Reva: Shiri, your soul is a latte.

Shiri: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Seventh, narrating: But she did not get her life in order. In fact, she got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

Eighth: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Reva: They do. The Grand Inquisitor: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Seventh: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper? Shiri: I feel like we've all done that at least once. Fifth: I ate it too- Shiri: See? Fifth: -On purpose... Seventh & Shiri: ...What?

Reva: Can I have some water? The Grand Inquisitor: *starts chugging his water bottle* The Grand Inquisitor: *chokes from drinking too fast* The Grand Inquisitor: *spills water all over himself* The Grand Inquisitor, coughing: I don't have any water.

Shiri: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him? Fifth: A pet WHAT?! Eighth: William Snakespeare.

Shiri: Thank God you were there, Seventh. I knew you wouldn't let your best friend die. Seventh: I'm still gonna arrest you. I just can't do that if you're dead. Shiri: Whatever you gotta tell yourself. Baby steps. It's hard getting them out of their shell.

Shiri: So, Seventh is late today. Anyone wanna bet why? Shiri: I say she slipped through the subway grate and is having terrible sex with the mole man. Eighth: I don't know about that...I think either her alarm clock didn't go off, or she's in line at the bank. Fifth: Take this more seriously! Seventh was clearly taken in her sleep! Reva: I bet she tucked herself into the bed too tightly and got stuck. The Grand Inquisitor: Maybe she fell into another dimension where she's more interesting...? *Seventh arrives* Seventh: Sorry I'm late - there was a problem at the bank. Eighth, clapping his hands in excitement: HOT DAMN!

Eighth: I'm going to be an adult in 4 years and I only have a vague idea of what I'm going to do. Fifth: I’m gonna be an adult in less than a year and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Seventh: I'm with you there... Shiri: I'm an adult and I don't know what I'm doing with my life. The Grand Inquisitor: Three types of people.

Seventh: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Fifth: Technically a mix of green and blue? Seventh: So blurple. Fifth: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Seventh: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Fifth: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

Shiri: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body. Reva: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot. Shiri: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS! Eighth: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...

Reva: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Seventh: Weight loss? Drink water. Eighth: Clear skin? Drink water. Fifth: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

Shiri: I need life advice. Fifth, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Eighth: What? I'm not aggressive! Seventh: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? Eighth: Survival of the fittest, bitch.

Seventh, texting: Answer your phone The Grand Inquisitor, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone Seventh: Understood Seventh, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Grand Inquisitor.

Seventh: Hey Eighth, can you give me the opposite of these words? Seventh: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. Eighth: Never, Going, To, Give, You- Eighth: The fucking satisfaction.

Fifth: *Talking to The Grand Inquisitor* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me. Seventh: But this is my abode. Fifth: ... Fifth: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Shiri: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here. Eighth: The Grand Inquisitor is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Shiri. The Grand Inquisitor: I feel like Shiri is the more responsible one of us two though. Shiri: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control. The Grand Inquisitor: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Reva, reading a fortune cookie: If you kill a killer, the amount of killers in the world stays the same. Eighth, with a mouth full of takeout: Kill two

Fifth: I need you to come meet me, and I need you to come alone. Reva: And I need you to be less vague and weird.

Shiri: You remind me of the ocean. The Grand Inquisitor: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Shiri: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

#incorrect quotes #inquisitorius #here i go again with the insanity #shiri stuff

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