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scandal (l.c)
pairing: idol!reader x idol!chan
preview: you got into a dating scandal with another idol and chan is not happy. it should've been him, he's your actual boyfriend after all.
tags/warnings: fem reader, mentions of beomgyu and other idols, possessive chan, kisses galore, pet names (pretty, baby, my love, angel), oral (fem.receiving), holding hands while fucking, so much praise, monster cock chan, marking, did i say possessive?, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie
trigger warnings: n/a
wc: 1.8k
song rec for this fic: obsession by exo
a/n: i tried making fake tweets + texts for this how did i do? also i just threw in random female idols to make a fake group lol
you sigh, putting your phone down and rubbing your temples. dating as an idol is so tiring and sometimes you honestly forget why you even try. but you love your boyfriend so much. beomgyu is your good friend and sometimes you fail to remember to be sneaky when hanging out. even small things like going out to eat together makes fans assume youâre madly in love. this isnât the first time youâve been roped into media with beomgyu and youâre certain it wonât be the last.Â
with your swift rise to fame, youâve had many dating scandals in your time. what pisses chan off the most is the fact that itâs never been him that youâve had a scandal with. youâve gone out on many public dates before and no one has ever picked up on the fact that youâre together. he even kissed you in the view of a sasaeng one time and they didnât notice. he wonders if itâs intentional on the mediaâs part or if theyâre seriously just that oblivious.Â
you run your hand through your hair, trying to fathom why the general public knowing about your relationship is so important to him. everyone within the industry knows so why does everyone else have to? relationships can ruin idol reputations and he doesnât seem to care. maybe itâs because youâre both already so big that heâs not worried? or heâs hoping your fans are just accepting enough to be okay with it?Â
your members come wandering into the living room and youâre quick to compose yourself. you donât want them to know youâre having relationship problems again. âyou okay, y/n?â minji asks you, concern spreading on her face. you nod and smile to the best of your abilities. âhmm, i donât believe you but we have schedules so iâm not gonna push,â karina shakes her head before gesturing for you to follow the group out the door. you gather your things and do your best not to think about anything but the late night ahead of you.Â
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after a late night at dance practice you finally get the time to check your phone. you know chan had a fansign today so you decide to check on some of his fan accounts. you smile as youâre met with cute photos of him posing with gifts from fans. you find lots of updates on things he said as well. his current favorite movies, foods, tv shows and⌠songs. of course he mentions you. itâs cute that he listens to your music and likes to promote you to fans.Â
you jump as you realize sana is perched over your shoulder, reading your text messages. âheâs gonna get in trouble when people realize he keeps talking about you,â she comments, clicking her tongue. you sigh dramatically, slouching your shoulders. âthatâs what he wants.â suddenly all your members are gathered around you, confused as to what youâre talking about. âi got into another scandal with beomgyu and chan is jealous that itâs not him. so heâs putting in extra effort to try and get people to assume things.â your members share a weird look between them before turning back to you. âi think you should go on the most public date ever and make sure everyone knows youâre with lee chan of seventeen,â lily smiles brightly at you. this comment shocks you a little but you agree.Â
âwill you guys help me set up a giant celebration at the restaurant under our dorm?â you ask and they all agree excitedly. you all rush to get back to your dorm, eager to plan an extravagant dinner for you and your boyfriend. you talk to the owners of the restaurant and they agree to vacate the restaurant for you. they even promise to make food on the house. your girls help you pick the perfect outfit, hair and makeup for the event. they even âaccidentallyâ tell a well known media outlet that you have plans for tomorrow and they should be there.Â
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you sit in eager anticipation waiting for your boyfriend to show up. you can see a photographer out of the corner of your eye, waiting for something to happen. you hear the backdoor open and chan walks in, confidence filling his every step. your eyes fall on the suit he chose for tonight. he left his blazer undone, showing off that the buttons resting on his chest were begging to burst open.Â
âhello, my love,â he says as he pecks your cheek before sitting down across from you. âwhatâs the occasion for such a fancy dinner?â his face changes to panic for a moment before he speaks again; âdid i miss our anniversary? your birthday?â you shake your head and chuckle just as a waitress comes scurrying out of the kitchen with pre prepared food. you thank her and shoot her a quick wink before turning back to your lover. chan looks at you with an unreadable expression, but you hope itâs positive.
the two of you eat your food happily, the atmosphere feeling very comfortable. your share anecdotes from your lives as idols, laughing that the ridiculousness of your respective companies. before long, your meal is coming to an end. chan gives you a look you know all too well and youâre quick to scurry away, up the stairs and to your dorm. your boyfriend follows swiftly behind you after thanking all the staff.Â
you thank your members mentally as you enter your normally occupied dorm. as soon as the door is closed, chanâs hands are on you. he drags you by your hips, crashing you against him. he kisses you with such aggression that you would think he was trying to eat you. your tongues tangle like snakes, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. âfuck, baby. youâre so sexy, you know that?â he connects his lips to your jawline, sucking on your skin gently. he sucks dark red marks on your collar bones, taking a moment to lean back and admire his work.Â
âjump,â he mutters as he hooks his hands under your thighs. you hop and he catches you before quickly scurrying towards your room. he lays you down on your bed, pressing your legs wide open. he groans as he realizes you arenât wearing any panties. you bite your lip as he admires you. âstop fucking me with your eyes and fuck me for real,â you demand. chan drops to his knees in front of you, desperation filling his eyes. you lift yourself onto your elbows so you can see him better. he kisses his way up your thighs before meeting his lips with your drenched core.Â
his skilled tongue darts out to circle your clit, small whines escaping from your throat. he grips your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you. he slurps and drinks you up as you twitch and squirm under him. he focuses his attention on your sensitive clit, rubbing his tongue back and forth over it. âchannie, please please ple-ah,â he silences you with a harsh smack to your inner thigh. âlet me enjoy your cunt. god, i love that youâre mine,â he presses kisses against your slit, licking a fat stripe up it to follow. âfucking mine.â
he grazes his teeth over your clit, drinking in the way you squeak and raise your hips towards his mouth. your hands fly to his hair and drag his mouth back to you. he chuckles before he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it before letting it go with a small âpop.â you grind your core against his face, his nose brushing your clit as you get more and more desperate for release. âyou have the most perfect pussy, baby. could eat you forever.â
a low moan slips from his lips as he watches you clench around nothing at his words. he places one final kiss to your core before rising off his knees. âyouâre so tasty, angel. but i think i might explode if i donât get inside you.â he reaches down to undo his pants and let them pool around his ankles. he aligns himself with your desperate hole before pressing in gently. âmy pretty, pretty girl.â he grabs your hands and intertwines all ten of your fingers with his. a gesture like this always felt so romantic to you.Â
he arms flex in reaction as you clench around him in an eager effort to get him to move. he draws his hips back slowly before returning himself to the hilt. your eyes cross and your back arches off the bed as he repeats this ritual over and over before he canât take the slow pace anymore. he tightens his grip on your hands as he speeds up, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. he stares between the two of you, watching as he disappears and reappears between your legs.âfuck, baby. youâre all mine. i donât care what the media says. iâm the one fucking you. not beomgyu, me.â you nod your head, panting like a dog in the summer heat. âsay it. who does this pussy belong to?â he thrusts into you faster, as if to make it harder for you to answer. ây-you, chan. fuck, itâs all yours.â
he lets go of your hands and opts to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your chest. he ruts into you with such vigor you think you might snap in half. he lifts you partially off the bed so youâre kind of sitting in his lap. your grind down on him, desperate for more. âchannie⌠god, need it so bad,â you plead, your orgasm threatening to rip its way out of you. he runs his tongue between the valley of your breasts before pulling back to look at your face.
âkeep eye contact with me while you finish. let me see how fucking good i make you feel.â you nod, digging your teeth into your bottom lip as he connects the pad of his thumb to your clit. you let out a deep sigh and fight your hardest not to throw your head back. the way chan looks at you through his sweaty bangs has you seeing stars. âcumming. oh my god iâm cumming,â you cry out as your whole body spasms. âyeah, thatâs it baby. squeeze my cock like that.â your arms give out and you fall back onto the bed, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white.Â
your loverâs orgasm is quick to follow, ropes of cum painting your walls white. he moans and whines out your name like a hymn, gripping your waist so hard you might bruise. you twitch as he rides out the last of his high before stilling completely. he pulls out of you slowly before laying next to you. he pulls you tightly against him, panting slightly as he settles. âi promise i donât care what the media says. i love you."
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consequence / needling
price x f!reader | 1.9k words series directory | ao3 tags: tattoos, feelings, social media, shitty exes a/n: good news and bad news. â
youâve never been much of a dancer, but you find a rhythm all the same.
john divides time between work and leave. grouses about tying up loose ends and mountains of menial paperwork about said ends, but heâs with you more often than not. you think youâre handling his comings and goings well until he sits you down for a talk after informing you heâll be gone for two and a half weeks.
at first, it feels like critique all over again, the kind that makes you shrink into yourself. your instinct is to freeze up, say little, agree with him, and promise to do better next time heâs away. but john doesnât let you fold into yourself, and he doesnât take easy answers either. heâs calm and direct and speaks with disarming clarity. for someone who canât discuss what his job involves, heâs honest about its realities. thereâs no judgment in his tone, just a measured precision that leaves you feeling exposed, then immediately comforted. for the first time, youâre not left twisting in the wind.
he wants you to make informed decisions. to minimize the surprises youâll inevitably experience. no more gut reactions, no more panic.
i need to know youâll be alright. with or without me.
and he isnât simply referring to his deployments. he speaks about a future without him, should you choose to walk away.Â
this isnât for everyone.
johnâs right, of course. you know in your bones but donât want it to be true. instead, you let yourself believe in the possibility of things working out, following the moments that feel good and easy, however fleeting. winter helpsâthe light snow smoothing over the ugly edges of everything outside, making it easier to laze about with him. he spends more time at your flat than his own, though he wonât even hear of you merging households yet. you donât press him. rushing things is what got you here. a deep bruise always prepared to remind you of its ache.
99+. terrifying. absurd.
the espresso machine hisses as you wipe spilled milk off the counter with the edge of your apron. the rectangular shape in your pocket taunts you. you havenât looked at your phone since you clocked in, and the impulse grows harder to ignore with every flat white.
itâs stupid. itâs not like you drew anything groundbreakingâjust a sheet of cats with coffee mugs modeled after old-school greeting cards. a cute warm-up, nothing serious. you wrote a corny caption, meowcchiato or catpuccino, posted it, and went to sleep. you considered it a modest success when you woke to a dozen comments and new followers. then, some big-name tattoo page shared it, and it ballooned.
your fingertips dip into the canvas only for a group order to pop up on the screen, signaling the start of the mid-day rush.
on break, you step out back. the cold air hits like a reset button, your breath visible in cloudy puffs. shivering, you stare at the tower of notifications on your lock screen and swipe.
your eyes saucer at four figures. a thousand and some change likes. hundreds of comments and shares. two hundred more followers. you scroll through the new names, quickly following a few artists and legit-looking shops back before you feel weird.
one account catches your eye despite a sea of requests in your messages. a local studio youâre familiar with.
>> hey, looks like we are neighbors. i like the cats. i donât think i recognize your work. are you an apprentice somewhere?
rechecking the post, you flinch. you neglected to remove the geotag. shit. so much for total anonymity. you respond before you think too hard about it. embarrassment rolls off of you like the vapor from your breath.
> hi, no iâm not. this is just a hobby.
another chance to check your phone doesnât arrive until youâre off, due to meet john.
>> really? if youâre at all interested, iâve got a friend opening apps in a month or two. >> happy to chat if you want to drop by the shop.
it feels like a trap. something oddly shaped like hope makes you walk into it anyway with a reply.
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sheâs in a rush, already glancing at the clock before sheâs even out the door. her scarf is half-tied, her coat slipping off a shoulder as she reaches for her bag, but john canât help himself. he leans in and kisses her cheek, then the line of her jaw, quick and light like a thief. she huffs a laugh but doesnât pull away.
âyouâre going to make me late.â
he kisses the corner of her mouth, the scar on her wrist when she tries to push him off, the warm skin beneath her ear. his hands crawl under her open coat and up her sides to reel in for another. he fixes her coat, fastens the buttons, and ties her scarf, all without letting her up for air. when she finally pulls the door open, winter funneling through the crack, he lets her go with a goodbye. she steps out mid-laugh, and heâs left standing, smiling to himself like a fool.
with nothing but time to kill, he makes himself useful.Â
cece follows as he tidies. he knows exactly what his girl buys at the shop now, what brands, what alternatives. he parks outside her building and catches himself smiling, almost laughing, at how far this has come. how it started with that dent in the car he now leaves at her curb, the little heart sheâd drawn on the note that came with it, an act to placate an angry stranger. now, she draws them on the back of his hand when they lie in.
later, he fixes supper, the cat weaving between his feet. greets her when she gets in with a thin slice of parmesan with honey balanced on his fingers. before she bites the morsel off its perch, she holds up her phone with a frown.
âwhat am i looking at?â
âhe fucking painted it.â
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you find out through an old classmate, an acquaintance utterly ignorant of everything.
of course, ben painted the breakup, the prelude, and the aftermath, repurposing it all for artistic expression. you picture him pretending to suffer, draping his self-inflicted misery over their history like heâs the victim. the sheer audacity of itâpainting your pain as if itâs a fucking conceptâmakes you want to scream. you donât even know whatâs worse: the paintings themselves, his self-congratulatory smugness in the captions, or the fact that you feel anything when you see them. the nerve to twist everything into his own narrative. itâs infuriating, his reduction of everything into a palette of pity. you know that temporarily unblocking him to spy helps nothing, but you canât help yourself.
ben reinterpreted everything, made it about his genius and his torment the way he always did. and what bothers you most is that youâre still trying to find yourself in his work, even now.
at least hannah stays out of the literal picture for once. bad enough ben depicts her as some sort of savior. a heavy-handed and garish fucking pieta-like feature. 'ben wanted to paint it, you knowâŚhad it all mapped out. i convinced him not to.' the rat.
you stare at the hard line of johnâs jaw as he scrolls, barely able to appreciate his culinary efforts because his predecessor ruined your appetite.
âmy offer stands.â
âwhat?â
âiâm inclined to sort him out for you. i know a man or two who owe me.â
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she makes him promise he wonât sic someone on the ex, and he obliges. he makes her feel better, and she draws another lazy heart on his skin.
cheek pressed to his chest, she sighs.
âyou gonna to say anything to him?âÂ
âwhatâs there to say?â
âi can think of some words to make a sailor blush.â
she flicks his nipple. âi already cursed him out and threw wine at him.â
âthink heâs doinâ this because you told hannah to fuck off?â
rolling to her side, she toys with the hair creeping down his chest. âi think hannah and i are irrelevant. swap us out with anyone else, and heâd come to the same, self-centered conclusion.â
âfor what itâs worth, i think his work isâŚtrite.â
a tired laugh rattles out of her, and she pats his stomach. âoh, wow, someone check on the sailor. must be blushing.â
cheeky.
he sweeps over her in one fluid roll, pushing her to her back and sticking his mouth to her neck. he ignores her squeals and her half-hearted battering. she protests, something about him leaving a mark, and he lifts.
âput one on me?â
âa hickey?â her chest heaves from their game.
âno. a tattoo.â
the meticulousness john admires translates into everything, that much is clear, given his girlâs stringent cleaning and the amount of ppe. he didnât think heâd be treated to some gutter punk special, but it feels as professional as an amateur can get. considering the other places heâs spent time with open wounds, her flat feels like a spa.
the amount of shit heâll catch from the boys, however? that worries him.
they discuss the design again. it already took the better part of an hour to select one from her burgeoning collectionâshe refuses to call it a portfolio, despite all evidenceâand placement took another fifteen. shaving, regrettably, took only a few minutes. odd and intimate. when she brushed the shorn hair off his left pec and swept it into a dust pan, he forced himself to breathe.
âare you sure about this? iâm not a professional. this is permanent.â
he readjusts and pats the naked patch of skin. âiâm aware.â
the bite of a needle is nothing. compared to the puckered scar from a knife wound in his right thighâitâs a pleasant burn. helps that the hand guiding it is light, the pressure deliberate and contained. plus, her tongue wets the corner of her lips so often, and that, paired with the pinch of her brow? heâd endure worse. cute.
he will not embarrass her and say it out loud. he doesnât say a word. sheâs finally distracted from benâs paintings.
but she speaks when she switches to color, dabbing excess ink onto a paper towel.
âalright?â
ânever better.â
âbecause iâm not a mind reader. if youâre regretting this now, say the word.â
âiâm not regretting a thing. are you?âÂ
she doesnât immediately look up from the needle, fiddling with it. when she does, she shakes her head. ânot a thing. moving onto color now.â
she carefully drags red into the design, then gold. the firm, short strokes spark a brief flare of discomfort but let nothing slip. he can take it. the silence lingers, shorter this time, and again, she breaks it.
âremember that silly cats and coffee sheet?â
âyeah?â
âiâve been, uh, chatting with a local artist about it. he wants to meet. talk shop, i guess.â
his attention snaps from his chest to her. sly thing, biting her cheek to keep her expression as flat as possible. âgo on.â
she meets his eye for a second, pulling her hand back to swap to green. âhe wants me to bring my collection, if you can believe it.â
that ugly, possessive monster in his head cocks an ear. focuses on the wrong detail. he wrestles it into the thick mud of his thoughts and resurfaces withââsounds like he thinks you have a knack for it. we have that in common.â good show.
âhe thinks i might be good enough to try for an apprenticeship.â
this time, she holds his gaze. uncertainty writ large on her face. seeking.
âis that something you want?â
âyeah,â her lip twitches. a flash of something crosses her face. a wince? âyeah, it is.â
#do not let someone without formal training or licensing tattoo you. just in case that needs to be said.#loser barista#price x reader#price x f!reader#john price x reader#john price x f!reader#captain price x reader#captain price x f!reader#captain john price x reader#captain john price x f!reader
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Azriel x reader - In Between, part IV
Summary: waking up, you realise Lucien was completely right: the man sleeping beside you is an abuser. But how will you escape him and why does this shadow seem to be belonging with you ?
Warning: angst, lots of angst, mention of SA attempt, fight, mention of blood, kinda fluff if you squint, so much sweet Azzy you could die, but also threatening scary Azzy, nightmares, not proofread sorry, my English of course.
Note: again I wholeheartedly apologise for the late posting. Iâm so so so happy to get back !!! Here I met 4 there surely will be a part 5 and maybe a part 6 or an epilogue. But for this one, Iâm not really sure I like about how it turned out. Let me know in the comments I love when you have something to say ! Just remember to be nice and polite please ! đđť love you all â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Part I, part II, part III
The morning came quickly. Too quick for your liking. The second you opened your eyes, Aaronâs mouth was on you. You tried to push him back but seeing his face you understood that you were in a very bad position : his eyes were full of lust and hunger and they didnât seem to have anything stopping them.
Panic flooded in your veins and grabbing the sheets to have something covering you, you ran away from your bedroom. He followed you closely, screaming, and yelling that you were such an ungrateful slut, whom he had been too nice to wait for and that if you wanted it or not, he would take you anyway.
Fear had paralysed you and he caught you quickly before pining you roughly to the wall. His hands were on every inch of your skin. It felt disgusting, his mouth leaving saliva behind on the column of your neck, on your collarbone, your chest.
His hands were now dangerously closed to your core, and in a last moment of desperation you kicked him in the balls, pushed him off and ran in your bathroom.
Closing the door, he was already banging against it, screaming like a mad man. He was so strong that the door almost gave in twice. Fear had gripped you and you curled yourself in the corner of your bathtub, crying desperately for a different ending of your life than this.
You didnât want it to end now : you hadnât met your mate, your friendship with lucien was on thin ice because of you and you havenât even apologised. You regretted lots and lots of moments in your possibly missed life : you regretted not being able to see Nyx grow up, to continue your friendship with Feyre and last but not least you regretted not having kissed those beautiful lips that belonged to Azriel⌠Lucien was so right about you. How could he know you so much when you sign even yourself ? Of course you didnât want this psycho of male threatening to abuse you, as he exactly said the other day, you still werenât over Azriel. You still wanted Azriel, you needed him with every bit of your body and soul. They aches for the beautiful male. And now it was too late. The mere thought made you crying even more that you didnât sense the comforting and cold presence caressing your skin.
Not even minutes later the shoutings suddenly stopped and they transformed into pain, even agony screams.
Big steps were heard behind your door and you didnât even want to know who they belonged to : you had already accepted your fate. So you closed your eyes and waited for death to come like an old friend. But it never arrived, darkness and emptiness never found you. Strong arms wrapped around your shivering frame with care and attention, and your eyes bursted open when you sensed the familiar feeling of burn scars on your bare skin. Hazel sought for your eye colour with so much more worry than you could ever imagine. His mesmerising and deep eyes went down on your chest and shot up immediately with some light pink crawling under them : the sheet had managed to slide off your shoulder and it didnât cover you enough anymore. Ashamed you quickly out your hands to cover yourself a bit and draped the fabric better on your skin.
As Azriel walked out of your bathroom, you saw Aaron, hurt and unconscious lying on the floor of your apartment. He was in a bad state : blood coated his bruising face and you caught sight of two teeth or three inches away.
No words came out from Azrielâs mouth as he took off for the House of Winds and when he arrived. Even when Cassian and Rhysand came to him completely confused and panicked at your appearance. But he seemed to throw some orders at Rhys in his mind and definitely sent a warning glare to the long-haired man newt to him.
He brought to a room, a big dark one but still full of light. You were delicately put on a silky enormous mattress and given a fresh glass of water. Still no one spoke a word and you didnât even register when you started to fall in Morpheus arms.
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Sweat covered your body and a deep frown adorned your face when Azriel came back in his room to check on you. You were moving and kicking in your sleep letting fearful pleas and whines out of your presses mouth. Azriel ran to you trying to wake you up. He knew better than to let you in the horrible trap that can be your own fears all grouped in nightmares.
Tears stained your cheeks as your body went still and as your worst scenario faded away to leave room to the reality happening before you. Azriel was watching you closely, his hand caressing your still trembling frame and his voice shushing you. The sobs couldnât stop and you wrapped tightly your arms around his broad shoulders. Azriel never stopped your embrace and whispered :
âIâm here now, everythingâs fine. Youâre not in danger anymore, you are here with me and everything will be alrightâ
Rocking back and forth you calmed down a bit before responding.
âI thought.. I thought I was going to- toâŚ
-I know. But nothing will happen now, he will never be able to even lay a finger on you.â
With a shaky and raspy from all the crying, voice, you asked :
âYou promise ? Youâre sure ?
-I am and I promise.â
A strange tingling behind your ear and behind his as well marked your promise now forever engraved on your skins.
Since it was the middle of the night, you rapidly fell asleep again, in the comfort and security of Azrielâs arms. He tried not to sleep, but ended up doing so with the exhaustion from the panic and fear he had felt deep in his bones for hours today. You probably wouldnât even realise, but he had been so scared for you when the shadow came to warn him about what was happening to you. He had run and flown the fastest he could to come find you, knocking off some furniture in his trail. He couldnât possibly imagine another man laying forcefully his hands on you without your consent : no that was not going to happen, never, not when he was still breathing and his heart still beating.
Sound asleep, you were woken up by the sounds of dishes in the kitchen. What had happened last night slams back into you full force : Aaron and his attempt to ⌠no you didnât want nor need to think about it. You observed your environment, the dark room of Azriel, minimalist like him : a bed, a closet and some armoires but not much more. Except a mirror, a big mirror, standing in front of the enormous bed you were in. Your mind started to wander to the use of the said mirror just in front of a king-size bed costumed to big Illyrian wings, full of silky sheets so sweet at the touchâŚNo no no ! You couldnât go there stop that ! Your cheeks and neck heat up instantly. Shaking your head to make these obnoxious thoughts go away, you made your way outside the room and into the kitchen. There he was, beauty and charm both standing before you, making you both breakfast you assumed. He stiffened and turned to look at you when he sensed you. His hazel eyes trailed down your body to your thighs not covered by anything and quickly tuned back to continue what he was doing. You hadnât noticed but you were wearing a big and loose tee shirt that arrived to the middle of your thighs and a pair of boxers that were far from belonging to you. âOh shoot!â Embarrassment ran through your whole body of the situation : how could you have not seen that you were wearing his clothes ? But wait⌠how did you even get into his clothes ? Last time you remembered you were��� oh cauldron boil you ! Your cheeks and hid behind your hand at some search of reassurance.
âI tried not to look if thatâs what youâre wondering about.
-Thanks, I guess. For that and the rescue and everything actually.
-Itâs okay really. About that, how are you doing, do you want to maybe talk about it or not, itâs up to you. I- I donât want you to think Iâm forcing you into something.
-Donât worry Azriel, Iâm okay, at least I guess I am.â
Silence returned and he placed two plates full of eggs, bacon, pancakes and fruits in them, on the counter, which you were seated to on a stool.
You ate in silence, enjoying a good meal after a whole day being asleep without eating.
âWho was he ? Azriel asked at of nowhere.
-What ?
-Who was he ? And why was he in your apartment ?
-His name is Aaron, Iâve seen him a lot these past few weeks. He slept at mine the night before.
-Like a date ?
-Yes like a date. And no Iâm not going to tell you details of our night. But the morning came and just as I woke he was on me and I couldnât do anything. And by the way, how did you even know I was in danger ?
-One of my shadow stayed with you after babysitting Nyx, despite me trying to get it back, and it came to me to warn me when you were in your bathroom.
-Where is he now ?â
Azrielâs look darkened and he didnât answer you.
âAz, where is he now ? You repeated your question, articulating each word.
-You donât want to know. Heâs being dealt dont worry if thatâs what is your concern.
-Oh..-â
As you were about to continue Cassian, followed quickly by Feyre barged in the kitchen. Feyre was the first hugging you.
âI am so so so sorry you had to live that, and I am so sorry I wasnât there to help you.â
She had tears in her eyes and still hoped that this was all a bad joke, that it never happened to you. Cassian was a close second to swim you in his arms for a big bear hug.
âDonât worry, with Rhys and Az weâre examining all the possibilities to make the bastard regret what heâs done to you.
-Thanks to you both.
-Yn, are you alright ? Feyre asked.
-Yeah I am, just feeling a bit empty but I am.â
You smiled at he worried face to prove what you were saying.
âDonât hesitate to ask any of us, if you need anything.
-Yes I promise, but I donât need anything for now⌠Actually, do you know where Lucien is ? And if he-âŚ
-Yes heâs aware, and feeling guilty about it but didnât want to tell me why. Heâs in his room here in the House of Wind because he didnât to be too far from you in case you needed him.â
You silently thanked her and sent a last thankful look to Azriel as you walked away to find your dear friend.
You donât even know how much time you spent in front of his door not knowing if you really had the guts to open it. As you put your hand on the doorknob, it opened and a sleep deprived red haired man appeared in front of you, shock adorning his features from seeing you. In a second you were in his arms and booths of you were crying so much that you were soaking each otherâs shirt.
âIâm sorryâ
You said at the same time.
âNo Lu, I am really I am. I shouldâve listened to you. I shouldâve understood your point of view and should not have treated you the way that I did. Youâve always been so good to me and all I have done is be such a brat to the bestest friend Iâve ever had. I am so so sorry.
-As I am. You are completely forgiven for what youâve said, even if I canât say that it didnât affect me.
-Yes I completely understand and I promis I will make up to you.
-I really am sorry too. I should have stayed and not yelled at you to tell you what I saw. I am sorry about that. I knew this guy was bad. I knew it !
-Yes, you were completely right. Again I apologise.
-Everything is forgotten now. And fortunately because I missed you braiding my hair.â
Cries transformed in laughs and hugs s and kisses from happiness of having finally found again your platonic soulmate.
You spent all day in Lucienâs room telling him about your babysitting week with Nyx and Azriel, about Aaron and what had happened. You avoided the parts where Azriel and you had slept tangled with each other or where you had made a bargain in the middle of the night, curling against him.
You left the House of Wind in the late afternoon with a pained Azriel, whose touch lingered on you a few seconds when he flew you down. The same shadow wrapped around your wrist and another one around your ankle.
You and Lucien has strolled around Velaris for the evening, you had tested out a little pastry shop near the Rainbow and had joked and laughed on the bridge of the Sidra.
You both walked to his flat, a mutual understanding that you didnât have the strength to go back to yours tonight. Before opening the door, you looked at the night sky, two stars caught your attention, one brighter than the other, that seemed a bit off tonight. Your hand felt drawn to your new tattoo behind your ear and gasped when your fingers made out the pattern now engraved on your skin : two shining stars that seemed orbiting around each others until they reached the other and became one.
âLu ?
-mmmh yes ?
-I think heâs my mate.â
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the grudge
âś geto suguru x gn!reader
word count âş 860
summary âş you talk to suguru for the first time in years
warnings âş listened to the grudge by olivia rodrigo while writing this, so its allll hurt/no comfort. just straight up pain lol :P new to posting on here, so reblogs and comments are very appreciated!
âI hate you,â you say.
Suguru doesnât respond. He doesnât react at all. You donât expect him to. He hasnât cared about you in a long time, not since he decided to leave and become a curse user.
Your anger boils over at the continued silence. âWhy? Why, Suguru? We loved you. Gojo, Shoko, Nanami, all of us. I loved you. Iââ your words catch in your throat as you think of all that heâs done. After all of it you still stand before him, desperate for answers.
âWhy did you do it? Why did you leave? We would haveâŚwe would have helped you. I would have done something,â you scream. Nothing.
âYou were supposed to be the best of us. Not just the strongest. You were so kind, you cared about protecting non-sorcerers. What changed?â
You dig your fingers into your coat to stop yourself from reaching forward. You duck your head to hide the tears that are pooling in your eyes. You donât want your anguish to be visible.
âI would have done anything, followed you anywhere. Do you know that? Iâd still do anything for you, itâs pathetic,â you scoff, turning your head to wipe your wet face against your sleeve.
âI lied, the last time that we spoke. I do still love you. I need you to know, I love you. Even after everything. I shouldnât speak for the others, but I know they feel the same. WeâŚwe havenât filled the gap that you left when you defected.â
Lightning crackles in the distance, and it begins to drizzle. You stand in the silence, closing your eyes and letting the rain hit your face, until it begins to pour. But still no one moves.
âIâve missed you,â you practically whimper. Thereâs a begging tone in your voice, as though things could be different.
âFuck, IâI wish I could go back, do everything different. I wish I noticed sooner. Iâm so sorry. Please, I need you toââ
You stop. You cannot allow yourself to beg for him toâŚwhat? Come back to you? After everything, you know you ask something impossible of him. The love that you had shared back in high school is long gone. Your Suguru will never return to you. The pain and hate that he spread is who he has become known for, and you know you cannot change that, cannot change him. And still, you wonder. Maybe, maybe heâd decide that he loved you more than he hated non-sorcerers. Are you a fool for wanting that? Of course you are, but you know your friends from high school think of it too.Â
You regret every moment that led to him leaving, but you will never regret your love. You love Suguru, and you hate him so much for it. You want to scream, you want him to acknowledge it. You just want any piece of him you can get. The need overwhelms you, and you sink to your knees before him. Your pants soak into the wet Earth. The rain washes over you.
âI need you. I canât let you go, I canât move on. Not since you left. Come back. Come back to Jujutsu High. Come back to me. OrâŚif you never want to see me again thatâs fine. I justâŚâ
âYou would have been a good teacher. The cultâŚthatâs not all you could be. The students would love you, and you could build up a new generation of sorcerers. They would be nothing like the higher ups. We would be nothing like the higher ups. Thereâs so much we could do together.â
Thereâs no sound but your heavy breathing and the pitter-patter of rain. Your head dips low. The silence is answer enough. There is nothing here for you anymore.
You stand on shaky legs. The bouquet of roses that you had brought to this meeting are cast aside on the ground where you had left them. You pick up the bouquet now, brushing off some dirt and droplets of water. You stare down at the flowers, and the reminder of why you had come makes your heart ache. You place the bouquet against the small headstone that Gojo had put together. You hadnât been able to recover the body after the fight, but Gojo insisted on a humble headstone for Suguru. Of course you helped him find a spot, far from the prying eyes of the higher ups. Despite everything, you still love him. He deserves to be remembered.
âI love you,â you say out loud this time. A part of you wishes, pleads, that he can hear you. You need to believe that he can, because the last time you had spoken to him in person, youâd said the most awful, vile things. You wish more than anything you could take it back, beg for his forgiveness, beg for him to just come home. You will spend the rest of your life regretting everything you didnât do, even though rationally you know itâs not your fault
âI love you, Suguru,â you repeat with more fervor. âDo you hear me? I fucking love you. Always.â
Suguru doesnât respond. The dead often donât.
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This is going to be a long and important rant. Trigger warning for SA,Grooming, incest. Proshipping and stuff like that
I canât believe I have to fucking say this. The problem tumbler has with normalizing and platforming proshippers and just incel ppl in general is disgusting. IF YOUR A PROSHIPPER, SUPPORT PRO SHIPPERS. GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY FUCKING PAGE. APPERENTLY I have to say this since Iâm in the genshin and mouthwashing fandom. I was looking at one of my comments that had a weird name. I clicked on their account and they just reposted a lot of sissy content. I personally donât like it but if it doesnât involve anything disgusting like incest or rape I donât care. But then I saw them repost smut of Percy Jackson. A GOD DAMN CHILD. I do not care if he is aged up. It is still gross and predatory. Especially if written by an adult. I get it if it was written by a minor. When I was younger I use to read stuff like that. But if you are a grown adult writing smut over a child no matter if you âagedâ them up, you are a predator.
But back to the account. When I checked their following. The amount of proshipping accounts I saw almost made me throw up. The funny thing is the amount of whining and temper tantrums these people have.â WAHH WAHH THEY TOOK DOWN THE PROSHIPPING POLLS OF INCEST AND PEDOPHILIA PROSHIPS WAHH WAHH CURSE YOU SPAM REPORTERS.â I do not feel bad when these get taken down. Apparently this is a hot take. I fully support spam reporting incest, pedo and general proshipping stuff like that. I donât care if itâs a rambling post or a full fledge fanfic. I donât care if itâs character x character or x reader. I will happily report it with no guilt. âB-but t-they/I-I spent so long w-w-writing that.â DONT CAREEEEEE. Cause itâs not like this stuff doesnât have an affect on people. When I was younger I use to read this stuff, that was how I thought relationships were supposed to be. Which ended up letting me get groomed by multiple people multiple times.
This stuff DOES AFFECT PEOPLE. This stuff being able to be put out and supported is harmful. You donât even have to be a minor for this stuff to twist your views on relationships. There was this one person in that one persons following. I think their name was like proshipscara. One of their post was talking about âyou donât have to defend yourself for being a proshipperâ their right you donât. Because you are a disgusting person and NO defending can save your case.
And also before you brain dead basement dwelling defunked things go cry about âitâs a trauma response!â That does NOT make it ok whatsoever. Itâs like saying itâs ok to scream and blow up on people, hit people, because itâs a trauma response. If this is helping your trauma which I highly doubt it. Keep this shit to yourself. Cause the amount of minors groomed into this is genuinely so sad. That probably my biggest reason why I hate pro shippers so much. Being a victim of it myself.
Please speak out about this, donât just repost this or other anti proshipper posts. SPEAK UP. You can speak up about your hate for proshippers, speak up about the affects that happened. SPEAK UP! Cause this is a rampant problem. You can also help without speaking up. Report and block any proship accounts. Even if they donât call themselves proshippers. If you see them posting incest, grooming, SA, in a positive light, report and block them.
Anyways thanks if you read all this I hope you have a good day! And if any proshippers wanna go cry in my comments or try and harrase me. Just try Iâd love the good laugh.
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I love how you talk about miles. <33 I just wanna ask if you have any spare thoughts on what a miles and eddie interaction would be like? I just keep thinking about how sassy he was with trager and the "trager juice" note. So it makes me wonder what notes he'd write about some psycho trying to "wife" him up and cut his junk.
Oohh thatâs a interesting question, lovely anon!
How Miles would interact with Eddie?
At first, he would be scared as shit. Of course.
Let's just say his sense of humor would take over as a way to get past his fear more than any of his other unpleasant encounters. Seeing all those mutilated corpses and wedding dresses he might think "this guy hasn't seen pussy in so long that he decided to create it" or something like that, Miles style.
He would be pleasantly surprised to see Eddie in a homemade wedding suit, especially after seeing Trager walking around with bare ass exposed.
Eddie, of course, is intent on making him his bride, he would call him âdarlingâ and other feminine epithets. Miles would be annoyed and would yell back âI AM A MAN WHERE DO YOU SEE BOOBS?â or âDonât try to pick me up you fucking bastardâ.
After being caught, I think he would try to reason with him (not that it would do much good but Miles is a first-rate stubborn guy). He could say "come on, we have a lot in common, we want to be reasonable potential fathers" or "I can understand your bitchless behavior but I don't have to pay for it." But that would piss Eddie off even more, who in his delirium would fill him with misogynistic slurs. Miles at this point would stop being diplomatic and lose his mind yelling "you want a woman? PAY FOR HER"
If Eddie hadn't already stuck a knife in his chest (+ filling him with tear-jerking speeches like "to be a family we have to love each other" followed by a "STUPID BITCH") Miles would proceed to write in his notebook "FUCK this woman maker who seems to have come out of an Elvis Presley video clip lost in the deep web and seen by only three people who the next day found a dead body in their garden tried to cut off my dick! Even Freud would start taking drugs if he had anything to do with him. He thinks I'm his ideal wife, if he tries to do anything to me again I'll be the one to cut off his dick and make him swallow it" (bro is slightly pissed off)
When Eddie (finally) dies Miles looks at him with an evil smile on his mouth and comments: âMay you find pussy in hellâ
#THIS WAS SO FUNNY TO WRITE#outlast#miles upshur#waylon park#outlast whistleblower#outlast game#red barrels#outlast meme#eddie gluskin#outlast eddie#outlast miles upshur#headcanons outlast#outlast headcanons#what if
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Has there been any recent uptick in bots on ao3? I was reading a fic from a small fandom posted only a few days ago with like five comments, and two of them were written like business emails and left their socials for further contact at the bottom. They weren't copy paste the same, but they followed a similar structure of "greeting, name of fic, vague things they liked about the fic, offer for further talk or art exchanges, socials including email." And I mean they were both just very sketchy, but also different enough (eg one was longer and had three contact methods, while the other was shorter and had two). Even the art exchange thing was written so corporately.
I don't know they were just weird. Have you noticed anything? I've been off tumblr for a few days and the search isn't pulling anything up but sorry if anything like this was already asked that I missed.
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I haven't heard about an uptick, but this flavor of bot does seem to be on the loose generally.
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3. "The Cutest pair"
Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band member! Reader
A/N - Lowk "the cutest pair" by Regina song vibes but not exactly.
Wednesday comes fast, One moment you're hanging out at Megan's house, The other you're suddenly at a cheer practice which you never saw yourself at till you reconciled with Megan. You're sitting on the bleachers, Meganâs letterman laid over your shoulders as you scroll on your phone. It feels performative, While on one hand for years and years you only pined for her. But now that you have her, Kind of, it's conflicting. It's not real, But damn do you wish it was. You hope part of her, wishes itâs real too.
âHeyâ Megan yells from the grassy field, Giving you her signature puppy eyed smile. It melts a cold spot of resentment in your heart. âCome down, we are gonna go get food.â She blows you a kiss, Her friends giggle at her antics as they collect their things. You race down the steps into her wide open arms. Her scent lingering with her perfume and now combined with sweat.
âHi, Megsâ You kiss her sweaty cheek. âGross your all sweaty, Go change.âÂ
âWhat? you don't like it?â She rubs her arms on you, Her friends whisper from the side, glancing between the two of you.
âWhat so you two are like, Actually dating?â Her friend Anya waves her finger around, gesturing at you.
âI thought I told you I was seeing Yn?â Megan slips her arms off your shoulders, Looking confused.
âI thought that it was just for us to stop setting you up with Greg. He really likes you,â Another one, whose name you don't know, comments.
âJust because Greg is Quinnâs brother doesn't mean I'm going to like him. He's clapped if anything, and not my type.â Megan sighs, rubbing her forehead in distress.
âPlus I am very happy with my current situation right now.â she wraps an arm around your waist to pull you into a side hug.
âI'm gonna head home, i'll talk to you guys laterâ She collects the last of her things and shoves them into her duffle bag, You follow behind her closely. As you pass her âSo-Calledâ friends, you glare at them on your way out.
âYour strong for that, you know?â You bump shoulders with her while walking to your car, she leans against the hood.Â
âYou wanna come over to mine or just go to your house?â You grasp her hand into yours, rubbing your thumb in between the ridge between her forefinger and thumb, Trying to soothe some of her nerves.Â
âI dont wanna go home just yet,â She looks down at her feet, her bags next to her shoes.
âSo?â You question the meaning behind that.
âHonestly just wanna be somewhere with you,â
âOh,â She fidgets with her fingers,
âUnless you have somewhere to be tonight, Totally fine if you do.â She gives you a grin to hide some of the hurt from this afternoon.
âI don't,â You pause. Thinking about things to do, for just the two of you. âWhy don't we go to my house, Pick up some food and go for a picnic tonight?â
âReally?â The thought of being alone with her, at the park, on a blanket, Just looking at the stars. It doesn't frighten you somehow. As much as it seemed like dating her would be a dream when you had a crush on her, its not as scary as you made it out to be previously. You two hop in the car and head off to your house,
âYou wanna make a pit stop at the grocery store for some snacks?â You grip the wheel with one hand, The other holding hers. She nods,
âI wanna get some Foxâs Jamân cream, They are so good.â You chuckle at her, "I've been so obsessed with them recently"
âWell let's not get too excited, This grocery store is kinda limited at times.â You pull into the store parking lot.Â
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âOhhh! I used to eat these all the time after school as a kidâ You pull out one of your favourite snacks, A packet of seaweed rice crackers (A/N Yes those are actually my favourites)
âI remember, You would never share with me.â She snickers, Remembering the times as kids you two shared. âI used to get so mad cause i shared my snacks with youâ
âFair enough, Kid me was kind of a bitch.â
âKind of? Understatementâ Megan coughs out the other half of her sentence. You shove her shoulder, giggling.
âYour laughs really prettyâ She blurts out. When she realises what she says her face turns red.
âThanks, Meg.â Your face feels hot when her words settle in your brain.
 She thinks your laugh is pretty.Â
Your laugh is pretty.Â
Is pretty.Â
Pretty.Â
You two silently shove more snacks into the cart, adding in some drinks along the way. The silence isn't uncomfortable, Like it used to be. But usually before she would fill the gaps in conversation with funny thoughts that pop in her mind. It's more relaxed, one could say that the two of you look like youâve been dating for years. The silence is warm and it smells of citrus and vanilla.
(A/n if your perfume is vanilla scented just pretend that its whatever your scent is)
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One morning at Shinra Sephiroth has a black eye for 3 hours. He will acts like nothing is wrong. Rumors spiral around. What happened?
-Early that morning-
Angeal was away on a mission. Thatâs usually the first sign proceeding an incident of this nature. Sephiroth and Genesis left together unsupervisedâLazard keeps an extra stash of painkillers in his desk just for this kind of occasion.
Theyâd been tame enough last night. Genesis had managed to civilly (for once) coax Sephiroth away from his paperwork and into his apartment, where they had proceeded to devour the leftover pie Angeal had left them while watching movies until late in the night. Genesisâwho had only just returned from a mission himself, and was lacking on proper sleepâhad gotten perhaps a little too comfortable, and had perhaps bought too plush a sofa, since he had slumped over further and further until he had fallen asleep on Sephirothâs shoulder. Sephiroth, unusually comfortable himself, had been disinclined to extricate himself from the situation, and had drawn the blanket up to cover them both and slept the night through right there.
Theyâd even been civil for a record amount of time after theyâd woken up. Perhaps Genesisâ penchant for chaos had been temporarily soothed by the rare sight of Sephiroth fast asleep and curled up against him like a contented cat, his silver hair turned to gold in the morning sun peeking through the window. Perhaps the sight had stirred him to an act of love instead of mischief, since instead of grabbing a permanent marker to draw a mustache on that perfect face like heâd always wanted, he carefully pulled awayâsmiling fondly at the barely-audible noise of protest that promptedâand moved to the kitchen to make breakfast.
The problems started soon after.
Sephiroth was watching Genesis move about the kitchen, his head ever so slightly cocked. Genesis, mid-attempted-pancake-flip, noticed this and snorted.
âWhat?â
âYou areâŚmaking pancakes?â
âSo I am. Donât look so surprisedâor are these not up to his picky highnessesâ royal standards?â
âIâŚam not opposed to pancakes.â
âMy friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess.â Genesis flashed him a fond smile. And flipped the pancake again. Sephiroth followed it with his eyes intently, almost involuntarily.
He was silent for a moment. Thenââdidnât Angeal make fresh pancakes not three days ago? Were the leftovers not in his freezer?â
Genesis cursed and nearly dropped the pan. He had definitely forgotten about that. Trying to pass it off as him having burned his finger, he tried to save face. âWhat, would you rather have Angealâs frozen days-old pancakes than my fresh ones made with love? Do gestures mean nothing to you?â
A hint of a mischevious smile ghosted Sephirothâs face. Genesis did so love encouraging that look in him, but it was unfortunate when it was turned against him. âAngealâs food usually tastes better. He actually reads the recipes.â
âWell, maybe I just have better things to be reading, dear. Iâll have you know, anything Angeal can do I can do with style.â He flipped a pancake with a flourish to emphasize this, higher than the last. Sephiroth tracked its movement like a cat stalking a mouse. Genesis finally noticed this and smirked widely.
âThat does not seemâŚefficient,â Sephiroth commented. âAre you not worried about it falling?â
Genesis just smirked wider, and flipped the pancake higher. âIâve skill enough.â
âHm.â Sephirothâs eyes were slightly dilated, like a predator on the hunt. ââŚHow much?â
A challenge. Excellent. Genesis flipped the pancake several feet into the air. Sephiroth was perfectly still.
âWe seek it thusâŚâ Genesis weighed the pan in his handââand take to the sky!â He flipped the pancake with all of his dramatic prowess. The pancake sailed up, up, up, flipping and flippingâŚ
And promptly collided with the ceiling. And stayed there.
Sephiroth blinked at Genesis. Genesis blinked at Sephiroth.
No one who presumed to have any sort of familiarity with Sephiroth would have recognized the shit-eating grin that spread across his face. Sephiroth took out his PHS, opened to his messages with Angeal, clicked the photo option, and began to point it at the ceiling-cake.
With a yelp, Genesis launched himself at Sephiroth. Sephiroth gracefully pirouetted out of the irate redheadâs path, moving to reposition his PHS. Genesis, for once knowing when he was bested in outright battle, decided he had a better chance of getting rid of the evidence before it could be documented.
Clambering onto the counter, he grabbed Rapier from where it was leaning and used it as a sort of stilt on which to balance to reach the errant pancake. His fingers brushed the edge, and a little of the batter peeled off onto the floor, but a gibbous of pancake still remained, mocking him. Sephiroth was laughing. Genesis strained a little furtherâwhy were these ceilings so high?âand just managed to grasp the rest. Sephiroth was moving towards him now, PHS lowered, and Genesis straightened in triumph and indignationâ
And promptly felt Rapier slip out beneath him with a horrid sound against the kitchen tile. Flailing, he went down hard. Sephiroth attempted to catch him, but Genesis felt his elbow strike something painfully and they both went down hard.
Genesis scrambled for the PHS, scanning the miraculously uncracked screen to find the delete buttonâbut the evidence had already been sent. âFUCK!â
âHm,â Sephiroth hummed, sitting up with a hand to his eye. Genesis glanced over at him and did a double take.
âFuck.â
-3 hours later-
âI dunno, Kuns, doesnât seem all that believable to me,â Zack mumbled in between bites. Sephiroth was sitting a few tables away, sporting a nasty black eye (partially concealed by what appeared to be hastily-applied makeup), nonchalantly cutting up his lunch. Genesis was nowhere to be seen. âThey wouldnât be that clumsy. Theyâre Firsts! They have, like, crazy reflexes! I bet he got it from some spy that snuck in or something. That would be totally badass. Whereâd you hear that rumor from, anyways?â
#ty for the ask!#hope you donât mind it spiralling out of control into a mini fic lol#I was so in the mood to write a little something and this was perfect for it <3#hmm I miiight post this on ao3 later idk#update I did in fact post it#asks#my writing#star rambles#ff7#genesis rhapsodos#sephiroth#sephgen#crisis core#fluff#crack#final fantasy vii#final fantasy 7#angeal hewley#ags#kunsel
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this isn't like the usual NIGHT MARKET FARE that she might have eaten back home. hell, it wasn't even the same 7-11 experience the way it was back home... he wouldn't get it. well, maybe, though she wondered if by the way he's already talked about his dad if he wasn't american born and bred... she'd met enough of those type here, the ones who stunted harder for americana then the kids that surrounded them... as if they might prove themselves to be one and the same. huh. somehow, she had a feeling that jd wasn't exactly looking to be accepted by his peers, so...
maybe she's not TOTALLY out of her depths.
for him, he's just talking on and on, something of a slurpee connoisseur for the uninitiated. her gaze follows him with that hint of doubtfulness, following along. "i meannnn... i've had frozen sprite before. usually with sour lemon added... i'm guessing that's NOT A THING here." well, whatever, how different could it be? she follows after him filling in her cup with what she thought she'd like, pausing to take a sup with her expression half curdling in shock. he wasn't fucking kidding with the sugar coma comments, thinking he'd been joking in saying it, but as she tried to blink away the rush that hits, she's left holding a fully dressed hot dog, trying to keep in mind to trust him on this. as if she ever trusted anybody. well. whatever... once, just once maybe it wasn't going to kill her to give this a shot.
she steadfastly ignores the bemused stares of the cashier. they're someone who was there as a senior last year, she recognizes them - but she's not looking to really get into all that right now. jd's gone off, scouring through the shelves for additional goods and provisions, half fascinated by the pure thrill this seems to give him. it's almost kind of... CUTE... but she wouldn't be caught dead letting anybody know that she thought that at all.
instead of answering, faye just pays for the whole thing - whatever, it's dad's money anyways, and there's a point where this whole meal is cheaper then her usual takeout options that she usually rang up. and it's twice the food! for what she can't tell is good food, or... well. it was to be DEBATED, that was for sure. "okay so what... we start with this hot dog and work our way in? and- before you say anything..." faye sniffs ; feigning her own indifference in a way. "i'm going to consider whatever stomach ache i get from this the wholesome moment to reflect on. but otherwise. i don't need that. i remember everything that's worth remembering. so. be memorable." stating it like a challenge, it's almost half hearted - really, he already was, and worse, she had a feeling he knew that well enough himself.
- @dramatiique
JD laughed. She had a lot of questions about this, huh? Was it really so different to what she was used to. Well, she had that rich girl air about her, so it didn't come as a shocker to know that the very concept of a Slurpee and a hot dog was kinda alien to her. It was fucking funny, though.
"It's like willingly walking yourself into a sugar coma, yeah. And when you drink it quick, it hurts like hell because of the brain freeze." But that's what it made it fun. Yeah, kind of a weird way to have fun, but you had to take what you could get in this rotten world.
He arched a brow when her stomach rumbled, and grabbed a cup. "Okay, enough talking about it. Here, I'll recommend a simple mix for your first go." Cherry and blue raspberry. "You like coke? You can add it if you want a bit more of a tang. Or you might be more of a mango mix type of girl, but with the cherry and raspberry, that could be a risky move." JD spoke about Slurpees at 7-Eleven as if he were playing chess as a grandmaster â he just knew what worked and what to avoid.
"As for the dogs, you have your classic ketchup and mustard, but sometimes the mustard feels a bit much with the Slurpee combo. Sweet relish is a good add-on, though. Something about it just ties all the flavors together. Trust me on this." With the two of them sorting out their hot dog situation, the cashier looked on in amusement at what appeared to be a lesson in all things 7-Eleven.
Once their main food and drink combo was decided, JD turned to scan the shelves. Immediately finding what he wanted, he snatched up a share bag of milk chocolate pretzels. "And to finish it off, dessert." Was it obvious that this had been his way of surviving for most of his life? Before he'd learned how to cook, he'd lived off this stuff as his main food source because he'd rather eat out of a convenience store than suffer through his old man's sad attempts at cooking. Not that the idiot ever cared to learn, preferring to just shove cash at his son to look after himself while he went off to get drunk somewhere. A win-win for both.
"Okay, that should about do it unless you want anything to take home for later as a memento of this weirdly wholesome moment we've shared." And he didn't tend to do wholesome, but fuck. A first for everything, he supposed.
#â threads â â the revolution will be televised !#â f. valentine â â interactions â shoot before they shoot you !#â f. valentine â â heiress verse â nothing good ever happened to me when i trusted others !#dramatiique
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Iâm sitting here working away at yet another Silmarillion/Emperorâs New Groove bit of silliness that I will soon inflict on you all, and just have to say Iâve noticed some reactions to them being like âfunny but this wouldnât happenâ and like
Yes!! I know! :D
These ideas are super silly, and they pop into my head, and when they wonât leave I draw them because I have to get them out of me somehow. My art is primarily for my own enjoyment; if it resonates with someone else or makes other people laugh, all the better!! I try to have them as lore and timeline compliant as possible because thatâs just how my brain works, and they are built up from a foundation of headcanons that I, personally, in my own readings of the story and my own fanfic writing, hold fast as my canon, but they are absolutely hyperbole. Comedy. Goofy things that make me smile to draw after a long work day. Theyâre not meant to be taken seriously! XD
(this is not about the people commenting with additional lore, text refs, adding their own headcanons or dialogue -- which have been delightful to read!! -- or making me aware of alternate versions of the text, which I always appreciate!)Â
Itâs only happened a couple of times and I canât even remember who or on which ones but I felt like I should make a psa that YES. I AM AWARE.
That is all :)
#again it's only happened a couple of times#just one-off comments with no follow up or anything#but it kinda has the same vibe as the 'i don't like this ship but nice art'#or the 'cool oc design they remind me of [insert other character here]'#ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#idk it's just had me super confused because. obviously this wouldn't happen in canon?? i never said it would?#i'm not really bothered honestly just. very very confused#comedy in general is like. not canon for this particular work of fiction lmao. there is no comedy only fire murder and shiny stones#ANYWAY#i've also noticed i've made a bunch of you laugh with my silly thoughts and that makes me happy!! :)#i also really love when people take my headcanons and go further with them; i always enjoy seeing your guys' reactions#and thoughts in my tags!!
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work rant feel free to ignore i just need to get this out of my brain before i esplode:
My job not having any social media presence actually drives me insane...I'm going to try to rant without giving away where I work but my god. I work for an extremely well known (at least in the USA) organization and there's a lot of misinformation flying around out there and we do have a website, but just a website. That no one goes to or looks at unless they call and we direct them to exactly what they're looking for because they ask if we have it written down anywhere.
And I think it's incredibly...obtuse...to not have any presence at all. I'm not saying we need to have an extremely loud and huge presence. But even just like an official reddit or an official tiktok (we do have a twitter kind of but it is never used and I honest to god don't think anyone has access to it anymore) and even if those pages just have the most basic information on it, I think that would help. Just like "here's a link to our website. Here's our phone number. Here's which department handles what if you want to be asked for that specific department." I spend so much of my day on the phone with people that have questions that are so easily answered by just going on our website but no one does. Also don't even get me started on what they did to the website it looks like it got hacked now but it didn't.
This is a strange work rant for a Sunday night but I find myself annoyed. My coworkers and I send each other reddit posts of people misunderstanding things. I mean, they are willfully misunderstanding things they were previously informed of. In writing. But if we really want to make it better and more accessible for people, I think having the information presented in multiple ways would be best. Especially when we're dealing with children. These kids are on reddit and on tiktok and on twitter and they have questions and they are more likely going to go searching in those places to find information. And there are people that claim themselves as experts on all of those platforms but none of them work for or have previously worked for my organization. So they don't know. So these kids are getting incorrect information and then I get angry parents and children on the phone because they listened to the wrong person or organization and I'm standing by our policy and our rules and they don't like that.
Also sometimes they aren't angry on the phone because they were misinformed about something saying that they can't do this this or that and it turns out they can. And if they hadn't called they would have entirely missed the opportunity because they're going to the wrong sources because we, as an organization, refuse to be the source on a different platform other than our own.
And I get it. They don't want to hire someone to be the social media person because we are small and don't have the budget for that. But it's 2024. There are many people. Many staff. That have a lot of downtime (not my department unless it's the summer) and this could be the perfect task to give them. Even if it's just coming up with ideas to present. Not even necessarily filming anything. And videos don't need to show anyone's face or voice. We could literally do the most basic shit and it would be beneficial. It would count down on the number of calls we get and my coworkers and I would have time to do our jobs instead of spending half our time on the phone (do not ask how behind we are because it is sad).
There's something else I want to say about a different organization that I think this would help with but I cannot say without giving away where I work and also I can't bitch about our partner without causing problems. But if you live in the USA, you know about our partner, and I guarantee you hate them. But not as much as me. Never as much as me.
#rae irl#rae at work#don't ask where i work#if you figure out where i work no you didn't#but if you figure out where i work and you are specifically a certain age and have questions you can dm me#and i will be happy to answer as best i can but also i doubt that's the case for any of my followers#i think my corner of tumblr is too old for that#this was brought on by me looking up where i work on tiktok and seeing one tiktok in particular#that was so incredibly wrong that my eye started twitching#luckily it only had 1 like and 0 comments but how badly i wanted to say something#like âthis is factually inaccurate just look at the websiteâ#skjkgjdhlkfjhglkjdfh i'm fine i'm fine not bitter at all#this is also coming off the heels of multiple of my coworkers getting yelled at on the phones last week#not me because i think people just hear how tired i sound and don't try it#but two of my young coworkers got yelled at because parents didn't like the answers they were told#which isn't really related but i think just having something anything outside of our organizational websites might be beneficial#and yes i did ask once and they said we're gonna step away from that landmine and i haven't brought it up since#i just think it's dumb#also apparently we didn't get internet until like the 2010s so we are so far behind the curve i don't even know
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Should i just unfollow my ex-mp, because ngl I feel like im just torturing myself at this point
(Im seriously asking and you should tell me yes)
#he just keeps tweeting the most stupid shit.#like you can just not be racist its not that hard#like the only reason im still following him is just to keep tabs of this exact bullshit#but some of the stuff he says/retweets genuinely angers me so much#and the worst thing ia that i cant. do. anything. about. it.#and that is driving me mad#so im struggling between would i rather Know that someone is shitty and be able to see it#or just unfollow and give myself peace of mind because at the end of the day#what is having this info gonna do for me#god i actually hate this motherfucker like he literally was at mosques handing out flyers with the palestine flag on it and look at his#islamophobic ass now. fuck you. not to mention not a WORD om palestine since. not even a word on lebanon now#but he Has mentioned how the 'culture' in Afghanistan and 'other such countries' are not valid#đ¤ heres me handing you a mic please further explain what you think these 'cultures' are. do you also mention the us where child marriages#are legal in many states? have you literally EVER mentioned anything about the rise in sexism in our own country.#it just pisses me off because i am so angered and DESPISE whats going on in Afghanistan. but anytime i try to look for info and sources to#post about it. anyone commenting it is fucking racist and or a t*rf. like im not even fucking joking. like why is it so hard to realise tha#MUSLIMS HATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS TOO. AND I IMAGINE A LOT AFGHANI CITIZENS AS WELL. as per usual shitty fucking men MAKE UP THESE RULES#based on nothing because islam ENCOURAGES education in women. it allows divorce. abortion. THESE THINGS ARE PART OF OUR CULTURE THAT ARE#not part of 'Christian culture' but no one would ever even say that because they know its dumb!! and not every Christian believes that!!#and lets not even get started on how western colonisation leads to all this turmoil in the first place.#anyways to conclude. brown people are not just inherently sexist/homophobic/racist/bigoted etc. claiming they are and that their 'culture'#promotes it is SO BEYOND FUCKING RACIST I NEED YOU TO THINK 2 SECONDS BEFORE YOU JUST RANDOMLY SAY SHIT.#and like. a shitty terrorist group enforcing backwards rules on its population is not 'culture'. i think thats whats bothering me. like why#are you further demonising and ostracising people who are already so isolated as is. you dont even know anything about them and then you#you just make this big washjng statement.#i actually could say so much more btw#and even some of the comparisons i made are not even fully equivalent. and i Want to go into it. but i cba. i just woke up and im probably#gonna delete this.#if yoi have read this far pls just answer my q in the og post and tell me to unfollow this man before i lose all my marbles xD#le text post
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being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.
truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh
that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x
#[sitting waiting right here] for billions to have its vulnerable weird scapegoated misfit outcasts actually band together lmao....#like Sure Doesn't b/c billions is like we all hate weirdos & we all love telling them to shut tf up & go away to die or w/e. correctly#can't believe ultimately the Different fund disappears w/o its scapegoat & the Correct ''weird'' char is full axe cap mode finally#& it's sure not a Comment when billions affectionately gives them their free heavenly reward & Ensure zero scapegoating consequences#the [imagine if something about something was about something] approach to Banished Relatives being thoughtful & loving like#& here you see how even As they're banished everything isn't Really fixed for it incl. that people aren't Really just happy he's gone#billions is like no we killed him And everyone has gladly & legitimately forgotten he exists (save the instant it's time to use him)#the hilarious(tm) tragedies surrounding rian like billions' can't make her ''care'' abt winston be anything save more violence#can't pretend rian was anything more than [again we all Know your nads like w/taylor like w/winston] bagina + dialogue source combo in s6#when it's still dimly relevant for prince in s7 but you miss Nothing re: rian if you have no idea that plotline exists#& speaking of actual ''weirdness'' rian was never allowed to have: the tragedy of the tension of Closeted Transness present on screen fr#just as billions has no idea / further willingness to let rian be so ''weird'' as to actually care abt winston or abt not being a bully Lol#meanwhile i figured like oh i'll like a scapegoat. did know ahead of time like bruno's just some guy; not even ''redeemable'' antagonist#but In Practice & w/all that beloved Disabledness & crucial appreciation like you Need this guy; the understanding is Key#like well ofc i would kill for him. ofc just constant like mhm go off king slay fire etc. god tier character cherished forever thanks#but then also like im sure a zillion [intention; inspiration; thoughts] going into Tfw Family Things characters; a zillion interpretions &#thoughts to follow like it truly is Arresting like this clarity on A Disabled Person In The Group like. much much to consider & whew.#reference point like when autistic ppl in some job see an obvious [problem to future mess] pipeline; so you know bruno madrigal. My Vision#When You're So Hated like hey i wanna live unseen w/my so hated little friends lol. just reread how to disappear completely never be found#when it's like grabbing people Who Cares if someone's being ''obviously'' disabled or weird just as how they are existing godddd#people get so mean like Who Cares just talk to them; be around them. some effort some mind your own business some You're Not Above Them#when it's obviously You like yeah. nonzero but limited applicability like [specifically my own nuclear family] but re: Weird; Disabled#as ever i'll Relate & be like but i probably seem nothing like that. or maybe i am very much like that. kind of difficult to tell b/c like#you Do get the disinterest lol & feedback is Not that familiar / in depth even if positive like well. the emergent So Hated / Scapegoating#noting like if a character just seems refreshingly familiar; Understood; comfortable; fun; what's the odds they're cishet allistic lol....#anyway the epiphany like oh it was figurative blink & you miss it stuttering....did [waiiit] Pace that one off like inhaaale Waugh#in fact i'm sure the Verbalizing Effort has staved off the kind of [thinks about all of it a moment] to go Aauughhh about again#which; again; also something happening 5 yrs in re: the clairvoyant soothsayer autistic neuroqueer quant on the show w/No Thoughts abt it#ppl being invalidated by others having to validate themselves (& others in the same boat); billions going & How We Hate Them For It lol#oh & encanto's [excluded party's effort to partake] tragedy vs billions' [where's winston in this office? this event?] good riddance idc
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To give International peeps an idea of what the fuck is happening to the Conservatives in the UK right now, leading up to the July 4th election
In a grand total of only 14 days, the conservatives have done the following on the campaign trail.
Announced the election outside of number 10 in the pouring rain with no plans to use an umbrella or take it inside.
Went to a brewery in Wales and asked if they were looking forward to the summer football, only for staff to respond that Wales didn't make the qualification for the cup.
Person who questioned the PM on Television was actually a plant
Went for an interview at the Titanic Quarter in Belfast and the reporter said "are you captaining a sinking ship into this election?"
This picture.
Promised a return of National Service which OBLITERATED the young vote.
A top Tory minister instead of campaigning went to fucking Greece.
A Tory minister gave up her own seat and told everyone to vote for the Reform candidate instead.
Three Tories defected to a different party.
Did a PR thing involving the PM dribbling a football and someone commented on camera "he's as good at football as he is as being Prime Minister" (he was terrible).
Former Tory minister suggested on Twitter that once he loses the election he would bugger off to California to be a speaker at GOP conferences like other former Tory ministers have done, and he had to furiously deny the allegations.
He said he'll get rid of poor value for money University Courses and when asked which ones, couldn't name a single one.
Announced the election but were nearly 200 candidates short to compete and are scrambling to find some.
Hung the flag upside down in their campaign video, which means we're in distress.
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Gave a speech with factory workers, and one woman was so aghast at his bullshit on camera that they sent someone out to stand in-front of her to block her reactions; it has already been satirised.
A high profile conservative MP called a pollster who was live on air, the pollster answered, telling him that he was going to lose his seat by a massive majority. The MP didn't say anything and just hung up. Again, this was LIVE ON AIR.
They went campaigning in Hanley, and in the river behind them, the Liberal Democrat party very slowly sailed by on a little boat. The camera man panned the camera away from the prime minister to focus on the Liberals in the boat slowly sailing down the river.
A new poll shows that for the first time in decades, if not over a century, the Conservatives could be in third place, with Labour (Social Democrat) and the Liberal Democrats becoming the top two parties.
I hope you've been keeping count here, because it's been fourteen days and that is 18 pieces of terrible publicity.
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Not A Joke, Not Unreality:
A company called Quantum Fiber (under Century Link) recently set up my home town for fiber optic internet. I got them a month ago and aside from a few outages it was decent.
Last week, it went out. They sent me a super specific time it would be back-
They failed to make it and sent another, minutes later.
And another when that failed.
And over the week, more and more.
I called and they just read me the same email out loud. They offered no escalation or resources. Every time, they fail. I have not had internet for my house in a week, and this morning I got this one-
I looked into other people having the same problem and found this-
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That's not something called a "766" line, that's them fucking up my city 766 times. This company is fucking shit, and I'm sick of this. I've filed an FCC complaint but those take a month to even get a reply.
So I'm hoping my 173,365 followers can help make this show of their ineptitude and callousness go viral. Please.
They are in a time of massive expansion into many new states and cities. I am asking anyone so inclined with a few minutes to spare to find your town or state's government information technology office or liaison, or just a local government representative of any kind, and write them a quick note stating that this company destroys town utilities and offers absolute frustrating failures of service in return.
If you have Quantum Fiber and have been similarly failed by them, please file an FCC complaint. You might at least get a free month out of it.
If you work with a news source or popular blog, please boost this however you can.
If you are on any app on which they are present, please feel free to write or tag them and let them know they have failed their customers and cities they work with.
Please do not engage in threats or harassment of any form. Keep this legal, civil, and proper so that it can create a legal basis and record of good citizen interaction on the part of this company's victims. I am asking for help in a grassroots campaign, not a violent or prank-filled heap that just gets people in trouble. AND DO NOT FOR ANY REASON EVER PESTER THE WORKERS, PHONE REPS AND TECHNICIANS THEY HAVE OUT THERE. This is the corporation's fault, not the poor folks they employ who they likely try to make take the backlash.
If you have any other ideas on how to hold a mega-corp responsible for the shit they put their customers through, please comment and recommend. I am sick of this shit. I know there are worse things happening and even worse companies doing horrid things right now. But maybe this one is new/small enough that a viral campaign can kick them where it hurts and get them to act more responsibly to their customers and safely to the places they work.
Please help if you have time. Please spread this in the hopes they see it and get off their butts and fix their horrible shit. Any random reblog or post on any platform might be the one their investors hear of.
Thank you anyone for anything you can do.
-Ari
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