#the idea of working a series of shitty jobs for the rest of my life pains me

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I have a job interview first thing in the morning, and what I'm looking forward to most of all is getting breakfast at the diner next door right after. Like, I need this job, but it's another underpaid customer service abuse-a-thon so I'm really not looking forward to it. I'm not even holding my breath about landing it because the hiring manager did not sound happy when I told her I was unavailable for the date she originally suggested last week. I think they've already passed me over and tomorrow is just gonna be a formality, but the light at the end of the tunnel is breakfast. No matter how it goes, I'm rewarding myself with a nice meal, and then I'll go to the library, maybe take a walk in the park.

[wasitforrevenge]

oh sweetheart

pairing: boxer! ellie williams x f reader au

word count: 1.9k

rating: 18+

warnings: boxer!ellie, drinking, smoking, cursing, creepy guy but ellie comes to ur defense!! ellie has lots of tattoos, fighting, threats, idk if im missing anything (no character description or anything specific)

summary: you didn't expect to meet her on this night out.

authors notes: hi friends! this is my first time writing and posting on here hopefully you enjoy, please reblog, like or follow! lets be mutuals :) anyways feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated! ellie williams has me on my hands and knees!!! i hope you enjoy! i like the idea of making this a series if it works out and ppl like it, so pls let m know!! thank you :)

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loud. everything is loud. the smell of sweat and blood stains the air around you. the sounds of people cheering and shouting towards the center of the large room. the lights are buzzing above you as you are walking into the entrance of the shitty run down gym your brother, jesse, and his girlfriend, dina, ended up dragging you to tonight.

you didn't mind coming along with him but this wasn't what you expected to be doing tonight. after a long shitty week of unpacking your new apartment, you kinda just wanted to end up a hole in the wall bar and drink your stress away but he had other plans. which including watching grown men beat the shit of each other for their cut at the end of the night.

it was intimidating, walking through the crowds of people you didn't know until you finally make it to where his friends were waiting for you guys. they were sitting at a table with a clear shot of the fight which was surprising since the whole place seemed to have more people in it then it could fit. you make your way awkwardly to the empty seats saying a gentle "hello guys" to your brothers friends who you didn't knowl. you sat next to dina as jesse made his way to the bar with your drink orders.

after you graduated highschool, you moved to new york and spend 4 years there working in a small cafe you lived above but now at the start of the summer, still not sure what you should be doing with your life. now you're 22 and you've moved to the city of jackson to be closer to your older brother and his girlfriend. you were excited to start fresh in a place where no one knew you yet, you were ready to leave your old life and those toxic things in the past. but you wondered if it was even possible.

you spend the next hour talking with dina and catching up on the things that have happened since you moved, "have you started looking for jobs yet?" she asked as you both sipped on the second drink of the night that jesse went and brought back a bit ago. you've only met a couple times in person since they started dating about 2 years ago but you loved her, she was making this night a lot better. "not much luck yet, i don't know what to do, luckily i have some time to figure something out." you responded. she went to say something but then the loud speakers around the room started blaring music and the countdown to the match that was about to start.

jesse tapped dinas shoulder to go watch with the rest of them. dinas eyes met yours and asked, "are you coming up?" you started getting nervous as the people started getting louder and crowding towards the center ring and told her that you'll stay here and watch. they both nodded and said they'd be back when it was over.

you took this opportunity to finally go get some fresh air since the crowd isn't all over anymore and it was a straight shot to the door you came in, you walked over to the side of the building, definitely feeling the drinks you had, you let your back rest against the concrete wall, finally cooling you down on this hot summer night. there's people standing outside talking but they payed no attention to you. you stayed against the wall as you pull out the cigarette pack from the pocket of your thin dark green jacket and the lighter out of your back pocket in your jean shorts. you cursed yourself for not buying more but its a bad habit and you know it. you pulled one out and put it in your lips as you brought the lighter up and took a drag, finally letting the anxiety go as you stared off into the sky.

"excuse me miss, you shouldn't be out here alone, a beautiful girl like you," a man with a rough voice said but you didn't move to look, suddenly wishing you never left your apartment to begin with, "hello i'm talking to you, its not nice to ignore people, ya know," he slurred his words as he spoke. you turned your head as you went to tell him to leave you alone but instead, he was standing in front of you before you knew it you dropped your smoke and now he's practically cornered you.

he was so close you could smell the alcohol on his breathe as he spoke again, "now are you gonna talk to-" you leaned away from him as he was interrupted by the sound of a door opening a few feet away, he looked towards it but then turned back to you just as quick, almost touching you as he went to speak again but he was beat to it.

"get off her." you didn't even realize the door had opened until you heard her.

the man looked back towards the door to the figure in the light, he squinted and when he got a good look, he suddenly backed off and put his hands up. "hey hey i wasn't doing nothin- it was nothing!" he shouted back to whoever was next to the still open door, light shining into the alley.

the door slams and the light fades as the figure walks closer towards you and your eyes meet the deep green eyes of the person who just saved you as she turned to the man who was just cornering you against the wall.

"it doesn't look like nothing, i mean, really? you're fucking joking right?" she questioned him as she looked him right in the eyes.

"i said it was nothing- she was flirting with me and-" he was cut off as she laughed loudly. "yeah you're full of shit, get the fuck out of here and don't let me see you again or you'll regret it." she said as she stepped closer towards him, almost at the same height, he looked scared of her. "okay, okay- fuck 'm leaving!" he slurred one last time as he turned around and headed the opposite way of the run down gym.

you stood there as the interaction happened, not sure what to do or say yet, you were silent as he walked off, and those green eyes met yours again and you saw her lips moving as she was speaking but you caught nothing she said. "hey, you okay there?" she asked you as she went to stand in front of you, looking you up and down, checking if you're psychically okay while she gave you a second to process before she asked you again.

"hey sweetheart, you okay?" she asked and grabbed your arm, not in a way that the man would have but like she was actually making sure you were okay, and this time you finally heard her.

"h- yes im okay, just- fuck- yes thank you." you said finally getting a good look at her now that she's up close and touching you. her eyes were greener than you thought, her short auburn hair with some pulled back into a bun, the big moth tattoo wrapped around her right forearm that was still holding onto yours, other tattoos littered her arms and some poking out under her t-shirt she was wearing. she was so close to you and it sent butterflies through your body. now is not the time, you thought to yourself.

"are you sure- 'm sorry that happened, fuck him." she said roughly, not towards you but him.

"its okay, thank- thank you for helping me" you said gently to the girl who was still looking into your eyes. you had been so focused on hers that you didn't even see the tiny scars, small healing cuts and the bruises that were fading until you looked over her face again.

"yeah of course, are you here alone?" she asked you curiously still holding on to you, you weren't even phased by it. you told her you were here with your brother and she nodded her head towards the door, "lets get you back to him before anything else happens sweetheart" she said as she guided you to the door, hand on your back, as you swallowed and went first.

suddenly all the sounds that you had not realized you had been blocking begin again, smells of the sweaty bodies surround you again and you felt too hot, either because of her or the summer heat trapped in here. once you made it inside, she moved her hand off the small of your back and told her to go find your brother and to get home safe. when she walked away, you realized you didn't even know her name.

you saw dina, sitting along with a few of jesses friends and made your way over to her. the match must've ended while you were outside. you walked through the gym to sit back down, moving carefully to avoid touching anyone. once you made it to the table, dina wondered where you had ran off too. "oh just went out to get some fresh air," you said back to her smiling, not wanting her to worry. she told you jesse went to get more drinks and after the encounter outside, you needed it.

jesse came back a few moments later, holding a round of shots for you three. "here you ladies go," he spoke with a happy look on his face. you smiled slightly back and took the glass as dina laughed at him. you took the shot, trying to forget what happened outside with the man but not what happened with her. you wondered if you would see her again. is she here to watch? could she work at the bar? is she here with friends too? your thoughts were interrupted by an announcement over the speaks that the final match was gonna start soon.

dina and jesse were telling you, "its the last one tonight and the last ones are always the best so lets go!" you would rather sit and order another drink, but what if something else happened cause you were alone? so reluctantly you got up with them and got closer to the middle ring, you heard the loud speakers announcing the boxers as they entered the ring. you weren't even paying attention, nothing could stop your mind racing with thoughts about the girl outside.

you shake yourself out of the trance when dina reaches over to you to touch your hands that were shaking but you didn't even realize, you look to her and give her smile that she returns, then she looks back to the ring and you turn your head to follow her eyes to the center. and your breathe caught.

thats her.

thats the girl who saved you outside.

the girl with her hands wrapped in tape and the mouthguard in.

the girl who wondered if she'd ever see you again either, not that you knew that, but she hoped it wasn't the last time.

you wondered what she thought as you both stared back at each other. you heard the coach start the countdown. you just watched her.

...5

...4

...3

...2

as the buzzer started, she smiled directly at you then turned to throw the first punch.

[satorusugurugurl]

Models

Pairing: Nude Model!Geto Suguru x Model!FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,977

Warnings: Nudity, flirting, suggestiveness, fluffy goodness

A/N: This fluffy Friday idea had me giggling and kicking my legs. So intimate and sweet!! Nemsmkekdkdk!!

Nude life modeling.

It was easy, paid pretty well, and it helped you get money for essentials when your shitty part-time job didn't schedule you. All you were required to do was strip down to your birthday suit and pose for a bunch of art students to draw you. The sessions lasted between two to five hours, with breaks. Sitting around naked while posing was an easy way to make twenty dollars an hour.

After a rough week of hardly any tips at the coffee shop, you desperately needed to pick up a modeling gig for the weekend. You needed groceries, and you had been dying to buy the newest book of your favorite series that just came out. Luckily, an evening art class needed a female model. You jumped at the opportunity, not wanting to eat instant Ramen for the third time this week.

Trotting into the art studio, you found it empty, allowing you to change into a plain white robe before the students arrived. Just as you tied the sash around your waist, the door to the classroom opened. You turned around expecting to find the teacher, only to find the sexiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

He had dark eyes and raven hair tied up into a bun. You could hear the music blaring through his headphones as he tossed his backpack onto the ground before pulling his shirt over his head. With a squeak, you covered your eyes as if you weren’t already in the nude yourself.

“E-excuse me!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, “Excuse me!! I-I’m in here!!” when you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling, you grabbed a sketchbook off one of the desks, chucking it to the ground in front of his feet.

The man before you jolted, quickly pulling his headphones out. His dark eyes met you for the first time since he entered. “Oh shit!” He hid behind one of the canvases in the classroom. “Fuck! Sorry! Sorry!” You felt like your whole face was on fire.

“N-No, it’s okay! Maybe I have the wrong classroom!”

“Are you here to model for Yaga’s class?” the stranger asked tentatively.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“You're in the right place.”

Slowly blinking, you watched as the stranger peeked his head out from behind the canvas. “I am?” Your eyes wander toward the shirt and belt on the ground before him. “Then why are you—?”

The stranger stepped out in all his shirtless glory. Fuck he was hot, he had muscles for days. While you undressed the rest of him with your eyes, he stepped towards you. His fingers nervously played with his gauges as he stood in front of you, giving you a better view of his body. His muscles and the curves of his body would be perfect for any art student to sketch. If you were good with a pencil, you would have sketched a picture of him because it would be rude to pull your phone out and snap a photo of the insanely hot man in front of you.

“Yaga is going over body movement between two individuals. Like couples and stuff.” He gestured between the two of you. “That’s why I'm here. I guess Yaga failed to mention that in his ad today.” The strange brushed strands of his black hair out of his face. “The other model who was supposed to be doing this with me got food poisoning, so he was on a bit of a time crunch trying to find somebody to take her place.”

“Oh—” your fingers scratch your cheek, “right, okay, so I've always done solo work.”

The dark-haired man hummed in understanding. “Right, sorry he didn’t specify that in the ad. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I can let him know. If we have to cancel the class, that’s fine..” that was probably the best thing to do. But your stomach growled, hungry for something other than instant noodles.

“Ugh, no, it's fine, I’ll do it.” Why you agreed to do it was beyond you. Posing with a stranger, a hot one at that, was one of the craziest things you'd done. “Is it like back-to-back poses? Or are we talking cringe-worthy 90s family picture poses?”

The man before you chuckled as he shook his head, a dusty shade of rose spread over his cheeks. “That has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard while modeling.” he glanced at the small wooden stage in the vented room. “It shouldn't be too crazy. Probably just us laying down or something.”

“Ah, very cool mystery man.”

“Oh right, sorry.” He held his hand out to you. “I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself before leaving the room to allow him to change. “Just come get me when you’re done.”

Once standing in the hall, you run your finger through your hair, tugging it gently. How did your simple modeling evening turn into an evening of modeling with the super hot guy? The more important question was how you were going to get through this entire evening being next to said hot stranger in the nude?!

Keep it together. You got this! You told yourself and attempted to ease your nerves. The following 3 to 4 hours would fly by fast, and then you would never see each other again. If you were lying on the floor next to each other? Naked. It wasn’t a super big deal. Just you and a stranger lying on the ground!

Two hours into the session, you stared directly into Geto’s eyes. “Geto,” you spoke softly, attempting not to distract the students around you.

“What’s up? Do you need a break?”

“No, I was just going to say I wish we were doing a 90s family photo pose. You know those kinds where you would sit on a stool, and I would awkwardly place my hands on one of your shoulders while we stare off into the distance?” Geto’s shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter.

You had to make fun of a situation like this. Where you were naked, straddling the hips of a nude man you didn't know, only having a thin cloth separating you from each other. It wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. Thanks to Geto; he made it extremely comfortable for you. Asking for your consent before touching you, he often checked in to see how you were feeling. He was the perfect gentleman.

Geto also happens to be just your type. He was handsome, sweet, and had a killer body; you felt drunk off of his smell and touch. But would it be wrong to ask him out after doing a job together? You wanted to keep things strictly professional. Your stomach, unfortunately, didn’t get the same memo.

It grumbled helplessly, begging you to feed it something with value instead of instant noodles, protein bars, or candy. God, it was so loud you prayed Geto didn't hear it, that he was too focused on posing to notice your stomach’s begging pleas. You thought you might have been in the clear until Geto gently squeezed your hips, drawing your eyes towards him.

“Hungry?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“N-No.”

“Huh, because it sounds to me like you are.” You shift slightly as if moving would cause your stomach to growl at a softer volume. “W-Wait don—nngh.” Something thick and hard pressed firmly against your ass, making you squeak.

Geto groans, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, stopping you from moving any further. All you can do is stare at him. His eyes remain shut tight. Was he hard? Was he, this god-built man, popping a boner with you on top?

“Geto.” You whisper, a smile tugging at your mouth.

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, so you can bring up my stomach growling, but I can’t bring up you hard co-“

Eyes snap open as he shushes you. “I’m sorry, I just think you’re cute and funny. I tried thinking about my grandma naked, but my brain would rather think of how good you feel in my lap.” He breathes out a minty sigh.

His candor had you blushing as you gripped his shoulder. You remain still like that until your stomach grows louder this time. Geto sputters out a laugh as you push yourself back an inch, rolling against his cock, causing a moan to break in through his laughter.

“Fuck, please stop doing that, or I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Didn’t see you as a pre-mature ejaculator.”

“I’m not—-normally.”

“Says the guy who just said he was gonna cum.”

Geto cocks a pierced brow at you. “I’m like the energizer bunny; I can go all night.” The room feels hot, and it’s not from the lights on you, and it’s not from constricting clothing. The classroom is unbearably hot because of the building tension between you two.

“I doubt that.” You confess in a whisper, rolling your eyes. “How long do you last? Two minutes tops?”

He scoffed gently, kneading your hips. “Is that a challenge?” The urge to kiss and take him up on his challenge eats at you like acid. You inch closer, lips nearly touching, when someone clears their throat behind you.

The sound of them clearing their throat reminds you that you are not alone. The both of you are in the middle of a classroom modeling for a bunch of students. Students that can clearly see and possibly hear the conversation you two are having.

“Later.”

That single word puts a pin in your whole conversation. Geto’s erection goes down while your stomach continues to growl, winning the softest of chuckles from the man you're still straddling. Somehow, by the grace of the gods, you manage to make it through the entire class without your stomach eating itself or grinding down on Geto, much to your amazement.

With the class over, Geto lets you change in the main room while he uses the supply closet. You finish before him, grabbing your things, eyes darting towards the closet. How does one ask out a fellow nude model? Was it just the heat of the moment that had you hungry for his touch? Or was there something truly there between you?

The never-ending questions stopped as Geto stepped out, pushing his hair back, eyes scanning the room. The instant they find you, he’s crossing the floor faster, his backpack slung over his shoulder. There was something in his smile that made you weak in the knees.

“Do you like soba noodles?”

“Yeah, I do.” Your stomach growls in agreement.

A smile so smooth it gives the butter a run for its money graces Suguru’s face. “Let me take you out for dinner and a drink,” he starts heading for the door, “before that stomach gremlin decides to eat me instead of food.” Heart racing, you grab your things, joining his side, hands clasped behind your back.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, Geto, but the chances of me eating you after dinner are high.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes, I'd say there is a ninety-five percent chance you’re on the menu for dessert if you want to come back to my apartment.”

“Funny, I was going to say there’s a ninety-eight percent chance I was going to eat you for dessert~”

Glancing up, you nearly stumble as Geto sticks his pierced tongue out. “Then maybe I’ll accept your challenge and prove I can last longer than two minutes.”

You smirk, licking your lips with a starved expression. “Show me what you got from the energizer bunny.”

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[bingbongsupremacy]

The Letter Pt. 3

Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem! reader

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used

Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, five years later the two run into each other again.

High School AU

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

*Not Proof Read*

A/N: Day one is bad. I didn't know what to do for the first day. I just wanted it to look awkward af bc it's supposed to be super awkward and tense between Ellie and reader. Guys idk how good this is. I feel like I had an idea but idk if I executed it very well. I kinda just ran out ideas for this story. Lmk what you think. Also sorry for not updating yesterday. I just started a new job and shit's wack. I feel like whenever I go to work my body insecurities get worse, ya know? Idk why. Maybe it's the uniform or whatever but I just feel shitty whenever I show up. Anyways, ya'll aren't here for my life story so here's what you came for.

Also I changed it to only three days bc I couldn't think of enough things for them to do.

*****

Day One

Trixie's. Must be a new business.

I don't remember it being here before.

A cool breeze brushes past me as soon as I walk in. The first thing I notice is the large bar in the back of the room. What I'd give for a fucking beer right now...

We sit towards the back of the building. A waitress is quick to bring us some bright red menu's. " I'll be right with you two in a moment. " She smiles before rushing off.

Ellie and I are silent as we scan over the menu's. I don't think either of us knows exactly what to say. I mean, what the hell are you supposed to someone who caused you so much pain?

Just one hour.

Ellie sets down her menu. " Hey so, there's a fair coming through town this week. Do you maybe want to go on Thursday? " She asks cautiously.

I glance up at her. Bad mistake.

Fuck she's hot.

" Um, " Fuck I don't know. Do I want to go? Fuck. " Sure. " I shrug, setting aside my menu. " I mean we've got to do something Thursday anyways, why not? "

The rest of the evening seems to drag on. Small talk is quickly overcome with awkward silence.

How the fuck am I going to do this for 6 more days?

_____

Day 2

Here we go again.

I pull into the movie theater parking lot. People flow in and out of the building, smiles adorning their faces.

I spot Ellie waiting by the entrance, cigarette in hand. " Hey. " I greet with a tight smile.

" Oh hi! " Ellie smiles, snuffing out the bud. " Ya ready? " She asks.

" Yup. " I mumble. In an ideal world both of us will end up disagreeing on a movie to watch and end up splitting up to watch our own show. I doubt it'll happen, but a girl can dream.

" What should we watch? " Ellie asks while looking through the movies. " Oh shit, the Savage Starlight movie came out. " She mutters, her eyes lighting up slightly.

" Wait really? " I glance over her shoulder to look. " I thought it was coming out next month. "

Ellie nods. " Me too. Should we watch it? "

" Sure. "

At least something good will come out of this.

" That fucking sucked. " Ellie blurts as we walk out of the building. " Whoever made that needs to fucking read the comics. "

" Oh my god, I thought I was the only one. " I sigh. " They completely ruined the plot. "

Ellie nods in agreement. " And Daniela Star...fuck what the hell did they do to her costume? "

I chuckle. " They sexified it. Like bro, just let a girl live without having to show her tits. " I roll my eyes.

" Yeah. "

There's a moment of comfortable silence. No tension. No anger. Just two people bonding over a comic series. For a moment I almost things feel okay.

" I don't know about you, but I'm fucking hungry. Do you wanna grab something to eat? " Ellie asks.

" You read my mind. " I nod, pushing myself off of the wall. " Where are we going? "

Ellie and I walk down the street to a small pizza joint.

" I'll have the cheese pizza, please. " I say after examining the menu.

" Alright, your total is $4.50. "

" I got it. " Ellie pulls out her wallet before I can speak. She hands over a five dollar bill. " Keep the change. "

" Ellie. " I shake my head. " You've paid for everything so far. I can't let you do this. " I try to hand her another five.

Ellie backs up shaking her head. " No. I told you I was gonna make what I did up to you. This is the least I can do. "

We quickly grab our food and head outside.

" This shit is the best. " Ellie mutters between bites. " I don't know why I haven't been here in so long. I used to love this place as a kid. "

" Marco slips something in his dough, I swear. " I agree. " I haven't found another place with pizza this good. "

The sound of crickets fills the air. A small click captures my attention.

" That shit's gonna kill you. "

Ellie shrugs, lighting up the end of her cigarette. " At least I'll die happy. "

I roll my eyes. " You'll die hacking up blood. "

Ellie's nose crinkles slightly. " Thanks for the visualization, dad. " She mocks slightly. " I only smoke when I'm nervous or stressed. "

I purse my lips. " Ellie Williams, are you nervous right now? "

Ellie doesn't respond. Instead she takes a deep breath.

" What happened to you, Ellie. " I ask genuinely curious. " You used to be... "

" Perfect? "

" I was gonna say an asshole. "

Ellie chuckles. " I grew a fucking spine. I ended up cutting majority of my friends off and dropping out of college. Now I sell weed and work at a supermarket. " She says nonchalantly.

" Definitely a big character change. "

Ellie grins. " Speaking of weed. " She pulls out a blunt. " You ever try one? "

" Of course. "

Maybe tonight won't be so bad.

-----

Day 3 (Thursday)

" I will win that stupid bear if it's the last thing I do. " Ellie huffs in frustration. Her face hardens in concentration as she tosses another dart at the dart board.

" You really don't need to, Ellie. " I grin at her 20th attempt.

Ellie doesn't respond. A small alarm goes off as Ellie finally makes the final dart into the center of the board. " Fuck yeah, baby! " She cheers. " Told you I'd do it, Y/N. "

I roll my eyes. " Yeah yeah. "

Ellie accepts the large stuffed bear from a game operator who's obviously very annoyed with us. Yeah, we've been here a bit.

" Here, this is yours. " Ellie hands me the large brown bear.

" Are you sure? You spent like 40 bucks trying to win this thing. "

Ellie takes a sip of her beer. " It was worth the smile on your face. Keep it. "

The past couple of days have been...unexpected. I came into this fully expecting to hate Ellie when I leave.

Now I'm not so sure.

We make our way to our last ride of the night; The Ferris Wheel.

" God, Jackson looks beautiful up here. " I sigh while peering down at the bright lights.

Ellie hums in agreement. " It's a nice breather from the world. I feel like I can just...be. "

" It definitely is. " I glance over at Ellie.

She looks back at me. Her smile slightly falters. " I guess this is it. "

It's the third day.

Have I forgiven her? I'm not sure. On one hand, I don't feel like she's the same person. On the other hand, how can I be sure. I mean, I haven't been here in five years. She could be lying for all I know.

" I'm not sure about you, Ellie. I don't think three days is enough time to fix what happened. "

Ellie nods, gaze dropping to her lap.

" But I'd like to get to know you. "

She head snaps up. Confusion flashes across her expressions. She obviously wasn't expecting me to want to talk to her after this.

" Maybe I can...stay a little longer. "

A grin spreads across Ellie's features. " I'd like that. "

" Well then. To new beginnings. "

" To new beginnings. "

I don't really like this last chap. I might remake it if I can come up with some ideas for it. Hopefully some of you guys still enjoyed it.

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Author commentary: Trudge complete. What's left to say about this? Having just made this crazy, annotated sweep through this arc all over again, I've got to tell you: I have no idea where any of this came from. Like one time back in 2010 I jazz-handsed a bit too hard, and this stuff just sort of magically appeared, thus basically turning Homestuck into "That Fucking Troll Comic" instead. It all seems pretty nuts now, like a particularly garish display of creative intensity. Making Hivebent took exactly one summer. For the duration of only that summer, I lived in somebody's weird and terrible house. My roommate I think was some sort of criminal? He was bad news. He had two huge dogs that honestly struck me as mostly untamed and bloodthirsty creatures. The result of this living arrangement was that I spent almost twenty-four hours a day locked in my shitty little room, working on this nonstop. Maybe that's where the thing with me being stuck in an attic with the wolf head came from? Actually that's probably exactly where it came from. When I spell it all out like this, it doesn't seem mysterious at all. Anyway, when Hivebent was done, I escaped from that dude's house and went on to greener pastures (i.e. mostly a bunch of other shitty apartments, but involving fewer dangerous animals). Thanks for listening to a small slice from my life as a ceaseless, roving drifter. And good job getting through this book. You've earned yourself a little break before moving on to the next one. Not me, though. I'll clearly be writing notes on this series for the rest of my life.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

I sit and stop to think sometimes when i cant sleep, about the whats and the hows of everything, the whys usually escaping me.

For example my channel

My youtube channel, when i first created it, like so many others, just started out as a way for me to watch and enjoy the content of others, finding the enjoyment of those who also enjoyed games like i did, markiplier and jacksepticeye my main favorites for gaming related stuff, there were others of course but, sometimes its best to lay some parts of memory to rest and let them stay at rest. Randomly finding matpat in his younger days, and some other theorizing minds whom i lost interest and forgot over time most likely. Though i also found some other things. old game devs, playthroughs of the dev commentaries, and finding them in games myself. All these culminating in my interests of force of what i wanna do on my channel and sometimes i think about it and I get scared. But the best advice I’ve seen from this site was to do it scared, and so i have been, and slowly trying to get braver and more confident into talking into a shitty headset mic, on a computer thats being the lil dell desktop that could. And in all honesty if my desktop computer core was a thing, i would tell it how proud i am for managing what it can despite its own limitations, I am proud of it for giving me the ability to atleast get a start into all this. And so far, I have made technically two series to start off, lets start with “rain rambles”, the name i took from my own random idea for what i would call my random rambles on here originally but now it is for a video series, all about discussing my thoughts on weaponry and maps and modes in games of interest, of course it is called rain rambles so it may change over time, but for now that was the base idea, to talk about a game, mod, sourcemod, fangame, etc, and share my thoughts on the design of the stuff in it!

Then there is the kingsway game series i have started up, im gonna do my best to keep up with it atleast semi-regularly and try to keep working through things and go through the motions of trying to record the game, get to working on my confidence that a video could suddenly be seen by lots of people, even if in youtube numbers terms it may seem small, my brain imagines them in spaces i inhabit like they were over for a house part of some sort. And sometimes i overthink and go, “oh maybe tomorrow” and some days i manage it.

I hope despite the beginner quality, my videos are enjoyed, that my videos are at the very least some nice background noise to listen to and leave on while you are off doing something else, or that you do manage to enjoy my commentary, despite my shyness of irl and online being shown full force in these videos.

I wanna make videos, I wanna entertain folks, make them laugh, smile, and more. I wanna provide a space to relax, watch a video of someone playing a game for a long form, and enjoy the experience of it all.

But my youtube channel is not the only thing on my mind that cant yet sleep due to all these thoughts. It’s life, in general to a degree i think, because I think I’ve finally figured out something that scares me. I don’t know who I’ll be when I’m truly me, transitioned, in a household that I don’t have to worry about the foods and doing fractioning to ensure lil siblings get the food they need for their growing bodies. Ensuring the space of the household of downstairs, remains decent at the very least in looks and stuff, doing my best with my circumstances. I want to do a online job, so that i may continue my work on my youtube as well, my passion of creative energy going to something, somewhere, somehow, despite the feeling that the walls are closing in despite me only barely starting out adulthood, I have seen in my early age someone who became the person in the basement, playing in their room for while they didn’t do anything with all that time, looking for no jobs at the time, the scarily distance from anything but games yet no sight of anything to turn it into even just a hobby for the hell of it, to have fun with others, said person has since gotten a job and began making payments to ensure they keep their internet, so they’ve changed, but my brain has mentally exhausted and scared myself into a toxic visage of “YOU CAN BECOME THAT BUT x10 WORSE!” as if i wasn’t already on the road to being that burned out gifted kid, and yet here I am. Scared of growing up but also wanting to move on.

I don’t wanna be at my mom’s forever. Not due to societies weird obsession with instant separation of the family as they grow up past the big ol’ 20 that you now must be thrown to the wolves. But because I feel like this space holds me down in a sense, i wanna stop being the caterpillar, I wanna become the butterfly I know i can be. But rn its really hard to be stuck as the caterpillar, to be at the “just eating leaves” stage of my life seemingly, while the world around me has scary event after “moment(s) of our time” keep happening and happening, i wanna fly off to my boyfriends current place of stay and just get this all started, maybe even get this youtube thing more consistent as I will feel like I don’t have to waste energy on the most important things in my current place on the important things of watching siblings, the household, ensure that things aren’t being destroyed, make sure the lil siblings are fed for the day of lunch and breakfast, and sometimes ensuring that something is done in addition to that, like an extra chore, like cleaning a bathroom or putting away/starting dishes, and all that adds on to how much energy I’ve used in a day. So when i get to recording its hard to pull up and sit in the chair, sometimes i just wanna sit on the floor and play something else, thats where the edited videos of smaller things come in, the 2v8 dbd video was just me trying to use remaining energy to make something, to make SOMETHING out of my creativity out into the world.

[wellthebardsdead]

Gateway {Genji X Fem Gamer Reader}

So I had a bunch of requests to do Genji but I also had a heap of other requests for other characters so I’m turning this into a series of sorts. I might only do 3 but I’ll see how I feel 😊 Decided to start with everyone’s fave green boi! Not my best work but I had fun writing it, it’s nice just to write something silly! Enjoy~ Bambi

“Oh my god! Squeez3me76 thank you for all the subs!!” You chime glancing at the twitch chat on your second screen with a fake smile plastered on your face. You were on your final round for the night and you were so keen to get some rest.

Your whole body ached from being slumped in your chair all day, your stomach churned from eating a ready meal that didn’t agree with you, and you’d be lucky to doze off with all the energy drinks you’d had today.

This was your life. The life of a professional overwatch gamer. And it was one you absolutely hated...

You never used to hate it. In fact you used to love gaming and streaming. You’d do it as a means to unwind after a stressful shift at work, you’d play with friends, you’d have fun, youd genuinely enjoy playing in competitive, and you’d earn some pocket money from the few subs you’d get.

It was fun, you loved interacting with the fandom, and after months of scrimping and saving you attended your very first BlizzCon. But you wanted to make sure it was extra memorable...

You’d taken on extra shifts at the shitty supermarket you worked at, and with every penny saved you put together the perfect cosplay. The LEDs were fully functional, the armour a sleek polished resin, and the visor with fully functional air locks and a voice modifier. And the sword, your most prized prop. Blunt, but an exact replica.

Day one of the convention arrived, and all heads turned as a real life double of Genji Shimada walked through the doors. Your feminine body was well hidden beneath the armour, your breasts were squashed to hell but you were so proud of the work you’d done and you revelled in getting the attention from photographers left right and centre.

You’d initially intended just to go and enjoy yourself, but people kept asking for your page... you pointed them to your twitch account. And by the time the convention was over your cosplay was all over the internet and your once small following had grown exponentially.

You had pooled hundreds of hours into Genji, you were extremely skilled and practically undefeated in every match. It wasn’t long before your followers began pushing you to attend the overwatch official league... Initially you hesitated. The first match fell on a work day... and you’d used up your days off... if you went you’d be fired...

A brilliant idea clicked in your mind. You challenged your followers that if you reached 10,000 subs within an hour you’d go... Not only go but go and play in your full Genji cosplay... then at least you’d have enough money to survive until you got a new job... You exceeded your goal within just half an hour.

The next thing you knew you were seated across from fierce competition... Round 1, victory... your very first sponsors began to pour in. The next match, victory... then the next, and then the next.

Each round you rose up the ranks swiftly, cutting through your enemies like the ninja you were dressed as. As you progressed your competitors went from shunning you as lesser than them, to outright begging you to stop or even attempting to bribe you... No, you kept going.

Then came the final battle.. your breath caught in your throat as Genji unleashed his ultimate... your brain momentarily broke as the Victory screen flashed before your eyes. The crowd erupted with cheers and your competitor shook your hand for a battle well fought.

It felt like a dream, Like you could wake up at any second. It only felt real when they handed you the cheque and a contract to be an official promotional cosplayer along side your gaming career. You were so glad the visor was waterproof because you began to blubber out tears of joy and gratitude.

You’d gone from an almost empty bank account to thousands over night. It seemed like such a good thing at first. You quit your day job, bought a nice apartment, new gaming gear, supplies for your next cosplay. Things were going great, but then the emails flooded in and piled up, your Twitter and other social media was overrun with notifications. You were struggling to sift through it all, offers and deals found themselves buried under fan mail, and you had to do all that plus work on cosplay and fit in 3 streams... you needed help..

It was an ungodly hour of the morning, at least for you, when your phone rang. A number you hadn’t seen in years on the screen... your mother.

You were her youngest. You had two older brothers... She adored and spoiled them but neglected you. She blamed you for your father leaving her when you were born, she outright said to your face that you were an accident. And when you were only 14 she threw you out of the house... You were homeless for a month before the school found out and got you a job and a foster home.

The moment you could afford to pack up and move across state you gladly did just that...

You looked at the number, and immediately your brain was screaming not to answer... but another part... that little girl deep within your heart wanting her mother overloaded your reason and you answered...

At first it seemed genuine, apologetic even. She was a manipulative woman, and lying came naturally to her... She said she was medicated now and back then she had hardly any control over herself... Part of you knew she was lying but you didn’t care... you wanted her in your life... you wanted your mama... you wanted to have a good relationship with her... you agreed to meet up...

And now here you were... she was your manager. And she was working you to death and milking you dry...

She had a strict control over your schedule, access to your accounts including your bank, and she gladly took whatever she wanted from you whenever she wanted. She’d gotten your older brothers in on her scheme too... she’d bought herself a house with your details, a car for herself and one each for your brothers with your details too, and you let her... you let her because it meant she wanted to be around you... she was killing you and you were allowing it to happen...

You had 5 streams a day now. From 6am to 2am, every day. 2 for cosplay crafting, and 3 for gaming... The only ‘time off’ you received was for photoshoots or conventions...

Your apartment was a mess, you wanted to hire a cleaner but your mother wouldn’t allow it, she said you were being lazy... You wanted to eat better but you hardly had time to online shop never mind go to the grocery store or cook. So you lived on microwave meals and caffeinated drinks... at this stage you were held together with rubber bands, hope, and migraine medication...

The pains had started a month into this torture, it was your body’s last warning... you were sinking.. and fast...

...

Your eyes practically glazed over as you stared at the screen, the racket of the match and the twitch stream filling your ears only occasionally interrupted by the shrill screech of a toxic player on voice chat...

‘Teleporter online.. I have opened the path...’

You were so used to hearing that line you assumed it was in the game... but there was no Symmetra on either team... you caught movement in your peripheral vision... the subs were pouring in so fast it was causing lag on the twitch screen, “What the heck?...” you mumble looking at the text as it poured in.

“What the hell is that?!” One wrote, “I think I’m regretting smoking that spliff...” another typed, “is this edited?! Is it even live Rn??” Another asked, “Y/N!! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!” Another wrote repeatedly...

You took off your headphones and turned your gaze behind you to see a giant portal on your wall... your mouth hung agape... it looked almost exactly like the vishkar Teleporters from the game... you were so entranced you didn’t see the figure getting flung right towards you until it was too late...

A sleek armoured cyborg you recognised all too well tumbled through the gateway after being thrown by none other than doomfist... you couldn’t get out of the way in time. The hilt of the ninjas sword struck the side of your head knocking you out cold as he slammed into your desk wincing in pain, “I’ll need h healing after that...” he groaned. Genji...

He pushed himself up and grabbed his blade before charging at the portal, it closed and he slammed right into the wall, but not before he saw his older brother reaching right for him to save him...”ANIJA!!!” Genji screamed punching the wall so hard his fist went through it...

After a moment he composed himself... the sounds behind him caught his attention.. the twitch emotes going ham... the game displaying the POTG showing off your performance as genjis very own virtual counterpart... he looked down and saw you on the floor... head bleeding heavily...

He walked forward and pulled the plug to the powerboard, the stream went dead... all anyone saw was the masked ninja staring right at them before static filled their screens. once he was sure it was private he immediately scooped you up and carried you from your gaming studio to your bedroom. He lay you down and pulled the med kit from his bag.

For such a small wound your head was pissing blood... he assumed the cafinated drinks were to blame, especially given your rapid heartbeat... as he wiped the blood away he took your makeup with it... his breath caught in his throat seeing the heavy bags under your eyes and the paled greyness to your skin... you weren’t well. Not at all... Even still, despite your sickly appearance, you were very cute...

After patching you up he stood and turned around to go find some water for when you’d wake... He nearly jumped out of his skin barely holding in a scream as he bumped into... himself... well.... your cosplay of him, you’d kept it proudly displayed on a manikin. After realising it wasn’t real or just an oddly placed mirror he looked it over and was thoroughly impressed.

It wasn’t hard for him to figure it out with everything he’d seen. wherever he was, he was a video game character here... and he was popular enough that you could stream his gameplay for a living and cosplay him...

...

Genji found himself cleaning your apartment. He was exhausted, and definitely injured to some extent. But he couldn’t sleep... He was worried, about his brother, his friends, and now you... He couldn’t leave you unsupervised after essentially clubbing you over the head...

So, he cleaned. He initially was just going to explore your apartment but everywhere he went he found mess. The garbage was crammed with empty soda cans and empty takeaway containers. The laundry was stacked in baskets and he couldn’t discern clean from dirty. It was clear you weren’t looking after yourself...

His worries were confirmed when he checked the pantry to find nothing more than a half empty bag of rice and 2 minute noodles. And in the fridge he found half eaten takeaways. Energy drinks, and in the freezer, nothing but ready meals..

No human being could survive on this, not for very long at least...

The sun was just beginning to rise as he finished cleaning. The kitchen was spotless, the bathroom sparkling, laundry all washed and folded. He’d just returned from taking the garbage out when he heard you stir...

He rushed into your room just in time to hold open a bag for you to vomit into... yep... you had a concussion alright...

In your delirium you thought for a moment he was one of your older brothers... he must have seen the stream ended early last night and now you were in trouble, “p-please! Don’t tell mo-” you tried to plead before spewing up another bout of bile...

Genji felt worry bubble up in his chest... -don’t tell mom?.. what the hell is going on here?!- he thought. He was beginning to have a hunch that you weren’t exactly living like this willingly...

He gently ran his fingers through your hair keeping it out of the way for you, he was careful not to get it stuck in the joints of his cybernetics. The gentle touch was so foreign to you, but something you craved desperately... you leaned into his hand and whimpered as you emptied the last of your stomach contents into the bag...

Once you were done he tied it off and threw it into the trash. As he reached for a bottle of water your voice caught his attention. “Am... I dead?...” you ask softly. He looked back at you confused, the green light of his visor making you cover your eyes in pain. He swiftly turned all his LEDs off, “no... you’re very much alive.��� He cooed as he began to untie the ribbon at the back of his head.

“Yes I am...” you mumble. “I’m talking to you Genji...” you whimper. “Oh? And how does that mean your dead?” He says as he tied the fabric around your eyes protecting them from the light. “Because you’re my main...” you whine. “Main?” He chuckled. “Yeah... you’re my main character Genji... you’re a video game character dummy...” you say as he fluffed up your pillow for you.

“Am i now?...” he smiled as he held a bottle of water to your lips, you gladly sipped at it until it was almost empty. “Yeah...” you said after gulping down your last mouthful.

This was a lot to take in, but it confirmed his suspicions, he was a video game character in this world after all. “Since you know me, what’s your name then?” He asks as he tucked you in. “Y/N.... you should know... you’re just my.. imagination...” you whisper as you began to nod off...

“Then you have a very vivid imagination.” He smiled, “go back to sleep Y/N... I’ll be right here.” He whispered as he held your hand. You hummed softly as you drifted off again.

Genji got comfy on the floor by your bed, after adjusting himself a little he took in a deep breath and exhaled as he began to meditate...

...

A few hours had passed of blissful silence, it was peaceful... he had so many questions boggling away in his mind as he thought of how to explain what had happened to you, he wasn’t even entirely sure himself.

An ear piercing shriek if a ringtone broke the quiet and startled him to attention, and woke you up. You initially panicked being unable to see before you realised your eyes were covered. You pulled the ribbon off and looked around frantically for your phone, not even registering that there were two genjis in your room. Your cosplay, and well... Genji himself.

You fumbled reaching for your beside table, as you answered you accidentally hit speaker phone... “y/n?!” Your mothets shrill voice echoed through the speaker. Before you could reply she cut you off, “ugh finally! You know I don’t like waiting for you to answer me! Listen this is about last nights stream.” She said before you could hear her muffled voice giving commands to someone in the background. “Yeah I I can expla-” you try to say but she cut you off again, “It was great!! Who was that cosplayer? What editing program did you use for that?? It was brilliant! We have sponsors ringing off the hook! I’m already- hold on a sec.” her voice was now only partially muffled, “I SAID MOVE IT OVER THERE!!” She screamed.

You winced and covered your ears as the noise hurt your already sore head... “What was I saying? Oh yeah! No streams today! I want you down at the action set in 3 hours! Bring your mercy cosplay, And that cosplayer too! I’ll pay him extra for his time! Bye bye!” She hung up before you could answer...

“Cosplayer?...” you mumble... “I think she’s referring to me?...” Genji suddenly spoke. You looked up from your phone as his LEDs turned back on... there was a moment of silence, you remembered last night but... no... that couldn’t have been real... and yet... here he was... “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” You scream and stagger out of your bed.

You ran to your Genji cosplay and un clipped the sword drawing it and pointing it right at him. “I I I’m warning you! S stay back!!” You whimper. The room began to spin as the head rush hit you... you dropped the prop and fell only to land safely in the real genjis arms...

“Easy... easy...” he cooed as he gently lifted you up. Your face flushed red as he lay you back into the pillows, safe and sound. “I was worried you’d react like that... do you remember what happened?” He says tilting his head.

You look at him puzzled, he looked like his video game counterpart but his armour looked... real, battleworn... you saw where the white finish had been scraped away to reveal solid metal. You could see the tubes tremble occasionally even when he held still. This wasn’t possible and yet. He was right here. “I was streaming and... there was a portal...” you mumble.

He nodded. “And doomfist sent me flying right through I-... ah... do you know who that even is?” He asks softly. You nod, “hes the leader of talon yeah?... I know him... I know your older brother too... I know mccree, Reinhardt, reape-” he raised his hand cutting you off, “I get it... so... Overwatch is just a video game here then...” he sighed.

You nod, “yeah... sorry if this all seems hard for me to believe bu-” he cut you off again and held out his hand to you, “this should prove I’m real.” As he said that a green light seeped out from under his armour. It twisted and spiraled forming into a long slender, but palm sized green dragon. “Say hi soba.” He says in a chipper tone.

The dragon looked at you, and you gawked at her in shock. She poked out her tongue and greeted you with a blep. Genji couldn’t help but laugh, “see? Now do you believe me?” He says as the dragon jumped from his hand and onto your face making you gasp. She climbed up onto your hair and began to shuffle about in it like a bird nesting.

“Stop that you.” Genji says picking her up making her growl, though at this size it sounded closer to a squeak.

You couldn’t believe it... this was him, this really was him. He was real! “I... I don’t know what to say...” you mumble. He chuckled. “well, I do... I’m sorry for hitting you on my way in... And... is there anywhere around here we can get some real food?...” he says softly, “your body will need something more than 2 minute noodles.”

Your stomach growled... you looked at the time on your phone... “I... I don’t think I’ll have tim-” Genji suddenly plucked your phone from your hand and put it on the bedside table. “Yes you do.” He says sternly. “But... mom wants me at the photography studio in 3 hours and I have to get ready before going th-” he lifted you up suddenly. “You’re not going. You’re going to get dressed and we’re going to get something to eat and then get propper food for your fridge.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was smart. He added up that your mother was the one responsible for this...

He stood you up and pulled out some clothes from your drawers handing them to you, “go have a shower and get ready.” He says softly, “I’ll reapply a patch over the cut when your done.” You couldn’t tell with is visor on but he was smiling.

It suddenly clicked, “g Genji you can’t go outside!!” You blurt out. He tilted his head confused, “what? Why not?” He says softly.

“L look at yourself! Omnics don’t even exist here! And we can’t go into a store with your face covered up! People will think you’re going to rob the... the...” you froze watching him reach up to his faceplate. He clicked the sides and the pressure locks released. He removed it along with his head guard revealing soft green hair. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his face... the scars weren’t anywhere near as bad as what you’d imagined... “pretty...” you mumble out loud making him blush.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered out now very shy... “have you... got anything baggy I can wear?... a hoodie maybe?...” he asks softly. You were so entranced by his eyes it took you a moment to register the question. “Oh y yeah I think I have something!!” You stammer out before running to your closet...

After fumbling about for a moment you returned with a simple white hoodie, it was oversized on you but it fit him perfectly. You rummaged around your drawers and pulled out a pair of black sweats that were more than loose enough. He slid them on over his cybernetics without trouble, “Do you need shoes??” You ask looking at his feet. He genuinely laughed. “I can take my legs off at the knees. I’ll be fine, trust me.” He smiled. “This is more than enough... do I look... kind of normal?” He asks softly.

You nodded. Most people would just see the wounds and synthetic skin and assume he’d been in a car crash or fire. “You look great Genji.” You smile. He nods watching as Soba snaked her way out of his sleeve and into his pocket. “Heh, comfy?” He asks. He heard her blow a pleased raspberry in response.

You giggled, she was very cute. Just like... her master... you jumped a little in surprise as Genji patted your hair, “shower, go... I’ll be waiting in the living room.” He smiled. He had a beautiful smile... you did as you were told and hurried off...

After about 30 minutes you stepped out. Dressed casually, a little makeup to cover the bags under your eyes, and your hair in a messy bun. Genji immediately stood and smiled, “you look good... let me see your wound.” He whispers.

He wasn’t a very tall man but he was taller than you, he gently pulled you close and peeled back the patch... he sighed, “it’s already healing but... it’ll take a while, I’m sorry for hitting you I swear it was an accident..” even with the robotic rasp to his voice he sounded so upset over hurting you... “it’s alright Genji I don’t m- o ow!” You hiss as he applied a balm to it before placing a new dressing down. “There, That should do you for the day.” He smiled.

Up this close you could smell him... he smelt like macha tea, cherry blossoms, and a faint hint of hemp oil oddly, it must be for his cybernetics you wondered. You were cut off from your thoughts feeling your stomach growl.

Genji chuckled and gently slid his hand around your waist, “let’s get you some real food hm?” He smiled. He thought he’d lost his playboy charm years ago, but he was as smooth as ever. “Y-yeah.” You blush. Your mother would be furious you blew her off... but... Right now? All you wanted was to be close to Genji. You two exited your apartment, leaving your phone behind...

As soon as you got outside he suddenly lifted you up onto his back, “you’re not well Y/N... I’ll carry you.” He smiled. Yet.., you could see a faint grimace... was he hurt?...

You nod, your face bright red as you hugged him tightly, “are you sure?..” you mumble into his back. He smiled and nodded, “mhm~ doesn’t bother me!” He chimed. “O-okay.” You stammer out.

The ninja started to move but not at the pace you were expecting. You thought he’d walk but the next thing you knew you were literally flying over rooftops. He moved so abruptly you couldn’t even scream to tell him to stop. He landed in an alleyway by a cafe, unseen, safe. With you looking like a stunned mullet on his back. “This place looks good.” He smiled peering around the corner before setting you down.

As soon as he did you found your voice and you adorably started hitting his chest, “y you idiot! You scared the hell outta me! You can’t be doing that! It’s not normal here!” You squeal. He couldn’t help but smile, you were so cute... he gently took your hands making you freeze. “Mada Mada... Stop that... you’ll hurt yourself,” he cooed.

Your face went red and you looked down embarrassed. He chuckled and did something even he wasn’t expecting. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead being mindful of the patch. -did I just... oh god I just kissed her!!!- he thought as his brain caught up with his body.

You looked up at him, he was as red as you were now, with his hair he looked like a tomato. “Um...” he mumbled. “Umm...” you reply... “l let’s go eat.” He says hooking his hand back around your waist. You nodded and let him lead you inside...

...

Breakfast was lovely, you ate so much you felt like you’d burst. You weren’t expecting Genji to be so confident without his visor on... he explained he used to be traumatised about the very idea of going outside without it but now he realises it’s literally fine. People stare all the time at anything, there are always going to be rude assholes, but he can hide away and be miserable or enjoy life.

He talked about Zenyatta, how he helped him come to terms with his new body. He spoke so fondly of Hanzo too and that he was on very good terms with him again. You found it heartbreaking hearing about how Hanzo had essentially been groomed into a murderer through years of abuse. It made you feel bad for hating him as a character now, especially given that Genji himself was so proud of how far his older brother had progressed into a more peaceful life.

You hung on his every word. He spoke about everyone in overwatch, his days in blackwatch, how things here seem so similar but so different to his world. But then he tried asking about you... about your life... about your mother...

He earned only half answers or nothing at all for his questions... it concerned him a lot... He’d seen the same behaviour in his older brother during their youth, he’d ask him about bruises, he’d lie or just not respond at all, Genji didn’t push him further and he regrets it immensely for not helping him then... this was just like that. Only the wounds were emotional, and mental... He wasn’t going to stand back and let this happen...

After you two were done with your food you made your way to the supermarket. Genji intended to keep you as far away from your home and by extension your phone as possible for as long as possible...

You immediately made a b-line for the frozen food section. You were about to open the freezer to the ready meals when Genji picked you up and carried you to the other side of the store where the fresh produce was. Despite your protests he wouldn’t let you go back that way. So you filled your basket with fresh food as he asked.

He wouldn’t even let you grab an energy drink, instead he grabbed you a water. “I don’t want water I wan-” you froze as he pressed his lips to your forehead again. “Stop it.” He scolded. Your face went bright red, you were too stunned to argue...

By the time you two reached the checkouts your legs were already wobbling and even with your makeup you were looking pale again. After bagging your items Genji picked them up and lifted you onto his back, you were a lot worse than he thought you were... “I’ll make lunch when we get back, and you should have a nap.” He says as he carried you home. “But... what about mo-” he looked back at you. The expression on his face practically screamed that it wasn’t up for debate... you nod and rest your head against his neck. “Okay...”

He decided to take it slow on the way back, it wasn’t long before he could hear you snoring softly. You’d dozed off, -kawaii...- he thought looking back at you fondly. It had become pretty clear by now that he had a thing for you, and judging by how you behaved when he gave your forehead a peck, you did too.

As he arrived back to your apartment complex he spotted a car that wasn’t there before. A very fancy one at that... he walked up the flights of stares and as he approached your floor he could hear voices... two men... “Y/N OPEN UP!!!” One roared. “She’s probably asleep again, yes mom she’s not answering her phone or the door! No I don’t have a key!” The other said, clearly talking on the phone...

Genji peered around the corner... They were a lot taller than him but he’d taken down far bigger targets... he shifted you around so he was holding you in his arms in case they’d try to grab you. You only groaned not stirring from your sleep. He kissed your hair and reached into your pocket finding your key.

After adjusting the groceries he stepped into the hall and approached them, “can I help you gentlemen?...” he says softly.

The two glared at him, you had the same nose as them... your brothers Brayden and Harold... they were fall, fat, and clearly didn’t have any of your good looks... “Who the heck are y- Y/N!!” Brayden shouted stepping forward.

Genji jumped back a distance not humanly possible. He ended up at the other end of the hall again. “I’m her boyfriend! Who the hell are you?! Why are you here!?” He growled..

You whimpered and opened your eyes, but Genji gently tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “Genji?...” you whisper with a soft meek voice, “shhh Y/N... it’s okay.” He whispered.

Your brothers both went pale... you having a boyfriend meant bad news for them... they’d lose control over you... “y y/n doesn’t have a boyfriend! We would know!” Harold stammered out. “Oh yeah?...” Genji smirked before gently turning your head and kissing your lips.

Your eyes went wide... he tasted like sweet tea and the muffin he’d had for breakfast.. you melted into the kiss and gladly let his tongue explore your mouth... when he pulled away you were too relaxed to say anything. He looked back at your brothers with venom in his eyes, “y/n and I were getting ready to go to your mothers stupid photoshoot, she hit her head so I took her to the hospital... not that you’d care right? You’d make her work through it all even if it killed her wouldn’t you!!” He roared.

The two larger men tried to argue but only sputtered out gibberish. He could hear your mother on the other end of the phone screaming to know what was going on... “Get lost. Before I call the police...” Genji snarled...

Your brothers took off past you two and bolted down the stairs... Genji looked at you with a soft and gentle smile, “now then Y/N. You’re going to take away your mothers access to your accounts, tell me everything she’s done to you, then you’ll have a nap, and I’m going to make us lunch. Sound good?” He asks.

That little part of you craving your mothers affection died the moment genjis lips had found yours... he genuinely cared about you... he stood up to your thuggish older brothers without a hint of fear... you nod and nuzzle into him. “Y-yes Genji... thank you.” You mumble. He smiled and nuzzled your hair, “shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed before opening the door.

...

It wasn’t hard removing your mother from your accounts, not physically at least. The emotional baggage though made it difficult... but all it took was Genji wrapping his arms around you and comforting you and it was done... you even cancelled payments on her house and your brothers cars.

A few phone calls to the realtors tied up the loose ends. They were horrified to hear of your situation and gladly cancelled everything for you... After changing all your accounts and email passwords you’d done it... her hold on you was severed...

You weren’t expecting to get so emotional but as soon as you blocked her number... you started to cry. Genji hugged you closely cooing to you softly in English and Japanese as you sobbed into the hoodie... “I just w wanted my mama!” You cried, “I didn’t m mean for it to get this bad, I just wanted my mommy.”

Genji held you closer and nuzzled your hair as you poured everything out to him, the unfair schedule, the mental abuse, the manipulation, everything... he wanted to find your mother and give him a piece of his mind... luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait long...

After calming you down and cleaning off your makeup again he lay you down for a much needed nap. As he went about making lunch he blinked hearing a knock at the door, a very loud knock that even sounded obnoxious.

He walked to the door and peered through the peephole... Your brothers were back, and they’d brought your mother with them... He smirked...

As soon as the door was open your mother and brothers took a step forward... then immediately staggered back against the adjacent wall... Genji stood there, arms folded, and his dragon soba, now so gigantic her snarling mouth took up nearly the whole hallway... “Can I help you?” Genji grinned.

Your mother stepped forward, apart from her nose it seemed you must get all your beauty from your fathers side of the family “Y-Yes um....” she paused looking at soba as she snarled... “I’ve come to speak with Y/N about this whole little misunderstanding. Go fetch her for me will you.” She says taking another step forward.

Soba growled and moved forward making her stay back. “Misunderstanding? Is that what you call it? You work your daughter nearly to death, you take all her money and spend it on yourself and your sons, you call her a mistake, blame her for your marriage failing, you use her as little more than a cash cow and you call her standing up for herself a ‘misunderstanding?” he growled.

“How dare you speak to me like th-” a heavenly voice sounded cutting her off. “SILENCE!!!” Soba roared... “this is your only warning...” Genji said moving forward, “leave... before I make you...” he says glaring at them as the lights in his she’s turned blood red...

The three of them stood trembling... all it took was for soba to move forward a little too quickly and they scurried off like the cockroaches they really were...

He looked back up at his dragon as she shrunk back to a tiny green noodle. He smiled and nuzzled her making her blep. “Good job soba...” he praised. “Genji?...” your soft voice sounded from the hall...

The cyborg looked over to see you standing there in your pjs, looking so adorably sleepy. You were a vision.., “They’re gone now Y/N... are you hungry?” He smiled. You nodded and shuffled into the kitchen as he walked to you. He slid his hand around your waist and pulled you in for another kiss...

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here... or if I’ll ever get to go back home... but if I do... will you come with me?... this world isn’t worthy of you.” He whispered as his eyes flicked back from red to brown. “I...” you thought for a moment... Live here, behind a screen... or live in the world you’d so fondly watched through a screen with the cyborg you’d become so smitten with in your arms... you nodded. “Y-yes please Genji... id like that.” You smile.

He pressed his lips to yours and held you close... “it’s going to be okay now Y/N...” he smiled.

...

It came time to get ready for bed. It wasn’t hard figuring out the sleeping situation, you wanted to share your bed with him. And he gladly accepted the offer.

He stood by your bed as you updated your Twitter with the new streaming hours. He was preparing for a shower, you tried not to look but... damn he had a nice ass.

You watched as he released pressure locks on different parts of his body removing cybernetics pieces at a time. The grey cover you’d always assumed was his actual body turned out just to be a skin tight suit the armour attached to. He slid it down revealing his real flesh and some synthetics beneath it.

His tattoo... despite being cut up in places or covered in others, it was beautiful... it spread from his right shoulder all the way down to his left thigh. But what really caught your attention was a large bruise on his lower rib, “y-you’re hurt!” You say standing up.

He jumped a little feeling your soft hand press against his exposed skin, “y/n...” he gasped... it had been so long since anyone other then himself or Angela had touched his human parts... he didn’t realise he was so deprived of contact. He hugged you already plenty of times but his cybernetics could only feel so much...

You blinked, he was trembling... This felt strange to him, and he was honestly a little frightened, of both being handled and of your judgment... you smiled and gently inspected the bruise, relieved to feel it was just that and nothing was broken. He whimpered at being prodded but it was to be expected, it was a painful looking mark.

You looked at the rest of his back before hugging him from behind, “beautiful...” you whisper as you kissed a long healed scar near his shoulder... just over where his heart would be. “Thank you...” he replied softly. He turned revealing his chest and exposed torso... “Will you... bathe with me?..”

Your face went bright red at the question. He quickly corrected himself, “I I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself I just! I’m very sore and I can’t reach parts of my back and I’m i oh god I’ve overstepped I’m sorry!!” He says flustered.

You giggled, he was so cute... “I I’d love to help you bathe. Will you.., help me?..” you blush. He nodded pulling you closer for another kiss. “I’d be more than happy to help.” He smiled pressing his forehead to yours.

...

Two weeks had passed since Genji had arrived. He’d changed your schedule to 2 stream days a week, and even then each stream only lasted a few hours. It was all you’d need to do. The rest of your time he ensured was spent relaxing and recovering. It’d be a while until you were better, something as simple as walking was sadly enough to make you dizzy, so Genji made sure he was never far away from you.

You ended up buying Genji some more clothes for him to wear over his cybernetics, all of them baggy and snuggly. It made his cuddles extra comfy.

Genji was growing rather fond of domestic life, he’d even join you on your streams. Everyone merely thought he was a great cosplayer and nothing else.

It was during a stream day when the first portal opened... it was small, but big enough for one individual to slip through. You’d gotten up to go grab a snack from the kitchen when it opened up near the fridge and as it did, a number of purple and blue pixels seemed to float through and form into a figure you recognised all too much.. Sombra...

“Yeah this is definitely the location we lost the ninja at.” She said holding her hand up to her ear, a communication device? “Yep I can hear you loud and clear, I’ll start searching for hi-... Hola...” she froze seeing you. You both stared at each other in silence until Genji called out from the hallway, “Y/N?... Baby are you okay?” He rushed out worried you’d fainted again.

“Olivia?..” he blinked seeing Sombra. She immediately piped up and tapped the com. “Yo! Mccree! 76 you there?? I found him!” She chimed.

“H-hold on a minute aren’t you with talon?! Why are you helping them?!” You ask confused. She looked at you just as puzzled, wondering how you’d even know that. “I’m a double agent, I work for overwatch and feed them info from the inside.” She says raising her hand making a screen appear, “right we have established communication, at least we know you’re alive now.” She chimed. “It’ll take another few days to get a Teleporter large enough set up to get you back throu-” Genji suddenly cut her off, “Us... Y/N is coming with me.” He smiled hugging you from behind.

She blinked and looked at you both before a grin formed on her face. “Ohhhh!!!!” She was practically beaming. “Your brother is gonna flip! Okay I’ll get it organised! Leave it to me!” She says as the small portal opened again. “I’ll see you both in a few days!” She says as her body pixilated and disappeared back through the gateway...

You looked up at Genji puzzled and he just smiled planting a kiss on your nose. “I managed to win us the game... how does pizza sound for lunch?” He chimed.

...

A few days went by. You’d spent it packing your belongings... you’d sold off all of your gaming equipment including your apartment and appliances, as well as your cosplays... All you had left was your clothes and a few other small belongings.

Sombra had transferred all your funds into a bank account with your name on it. You’d closed down all your social media including your twitch... As far as the world was concerned you’d dropped off the face of the planet, and little did they know, you really were about to... You were all set to go...

You and Genji were in the process of taping up a box of clothing when the knock came at the door, you assumed it was the realestate agent come to collect the keys. You were confused, you told them you’d just leave them in the door as you left... they were early too...

As you opened the door you froze seeing your mother and brothers standing there, “this ends how Y/N! You’re coming with us!” She shrieked as Brayden grabbed hold of you trying to pull you out the door, “N no let go of me!!!” You screamed. “Our lives are in ruin because of you and you’re going to make things right again you ungrateful little bitc-” A loud blast cut your mother off...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

You look back to see the portal open again this time in the living room, a woman stepped through, you recognised her immediately just from her outfit... Symmetra. “I’m looking for a miss Y/N-.... what on earth is going on here?” She asks seeing the look of distress on your face.

Two more figures stepped through as Genji barreled down the hall having heard you scream, Jesse Mccree, and genjis own older brother Hanzo Shimada... “what in the Sam hell have we just walked in on?” Mccree says looking at your older brother who still had a hold of you...

“A murder...” Genji growled drawing his sword...

Immediately your brothers tried to pick you up. Mccree drew peacekeeper and shot at the doorway barely missing them... “I suggest you let that young lady go before I let my friend and his brother deal with you...” he says lowly.

As soon as their grip on you released you ran into Genjis arms sobbing... your mother growled at Genji like a feral cat, “everything was perfect until you turned up! You put ideas in my daughters head! You turned her against m-” An arrow whizzed past her head shooting your brother Harold in the shoulder.

You look to see Hanzo already knocking another one into his bow. “That. Was your only warning.” He said coldly... you could see his tattoo beginning to glow...

Your mother bolted off with her tail between her legs, abandoning your brothers to follow after her...

Genji watched them scurry off before sighing as he held you tight. “Shh it’s okay now Y/N...” he cooed patting your hair.

Hanzo stepped forward placing his hand on genjis shoulder. “Take her through, Jesse and I will grab her belongings. Satya, how long do we have?” He asks looking back at her as she picked at her nails. “I can keep it open for 10 more minutes. You’ll have to hurry.” She says softly.

The archer nodded looking back at his brother. “I I only have a couple boxes, it won’t take long..” you mumble softly. Hanzo nodded, “very well, we’ll be with you shortly. Get her through and take her to Angela immediately. She doesn’t look well.” Despite his naturally harsh sounding voice, you could hear nothing but care and concern underlining his tone. Genji was right... he was a good person.

Genji nodded smiling at his older brother, “thank you Anija.” He says as he shifted you onto his back. You held on tightly as he carried you to the portal. Jesse nodded at you as you passed, “Don’t worry, yer in good hands now Darlin.” He winked before walking off after Hanzo to grab your things.

“Ready?...” Genji asked looking back at you... you nodded and smiled, “ready.” You say with a shaky voice.

He stepped through the gateway literally leaving your old life behind you. Well... not entirely... Overwatch was your life then...

And now?

It’s your whole world...

[nevadabloodnotes]

eyyy! hello there! So...I got an idea a while ago but i was too shy to ask lol. Basically: the main madcom trio get teleported to our world (aka real life) and the reader come back to their house and boom! Somehow their favorite characters r in their house lmao. So they need to find a way to bring the boys back to nevada, meanwhile they develop a strong bond with them. They do find a way, but the boys convince the reader to come to nevada with them. Yay! You're part of The Bois™! lol

My god I love this story trope, hope you enjoy it anon! ~ Mod Sanford

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You are a broke college student, spending day after day going through the dread that is college, doing a simple major just to get it over with, with shitty professors and the rudest people you have ever met. Not to mention your shit part-time job, as if the Karens and Kyles weren't bad enough, your boss is an absolute asshole, and your co-workers find thrill in making your shift as insufferable as possible. You just try to make it to the end of the day, with whatever feeling you have in the end.

After a long day of errands, you just wanted to come back home and hop onto your computer and just spend the rest of the day watching videos or socializing through tumblr, without a care in the world. One of the few joys you have in the world are the fandoms you are in, your absolute favorite being Madness Combat, you've been following Krinkles' work since the birth of Newgrounds, you suddenly excite yourself with a new fresh idea of a fanart you wanna draw.

Your excitement was suddenly cut short when you enter your house and see three very tall and buff men just sitting on the couch of your living room. And you certainly weren't expecting these men to be the famous trio of the popular Newgrounds series, Madness Combat. The same exact fandom you loved to bits.

You were awakening from passing out from shock, being held by Hank J. Wimbleton himself while Deimos desperately fanned you to cool you down, and Sanford holding a glass a water. You sit up in shock, rubbing your eyes and just trying to understand the situation you're in right now.

"Woah, woah chill out! We're just as puzzled as you are!" Said Deimos, trying to calm you down.

"W-What's going on?! How did you get into my house?!" You blurted out in shock.

"Again, we know as little as you do!" Repeated Deimos.

"Are you guys cosplayers?! I love the costumes but you need to get out of my house!!!" You shouted in anger.

Suddenly your cheeks were firmly squished together by Hank, he seemed angry and impatient.

"Calm. Down." He growled out to you. Was that meant to be a threat or his way of asking gently? Either way, that was enough to forcefully shut you up and calm down.

You take the cup of water Sanford was holding, and chug it down like an energy drink.

You sighed with relief with the sudden and much needed refreshing feeling of the cool water. Slowly feeling your senses coming back along with your calm. You take another glance at the men surrounding you. They're...different, they aren't grunts like in the show, they look human but with grey skin, much like the fanart you draw but that's another story.

You slowly get up with help from Sanford, you sigh and rub the back of your head, clueless on what to do next.

"Listen" You begin a sentence. "Maybe we should go on my computer and see what's up." You suggested, really not sure yourself if this will help but you really have no other option.

They nodded and follow you to your bedroom, then you realize... They came from your bedroom. They saw the atrocities in it.

You take a deep breathe as you grip on your door handle and hope on whatever god out there that neither of the boys judge the items you have in your room.

You open your door room and glance around your treasures. Your bootleg funko pops you recreated into the MadCom trio, the very much kawaii gamer set you have on your pc, the pizza bedsheets and on top lays a dakimakura of Deimos, along with a Tricky plushie.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, realizing how much of a degenerate you are. That thought only grew stronger as you heard a very mischievous growl coming from Deimos himself, you look at him only to see him staring back at you with a very dirty look and a smug smirk. He knows.

Hank was holding the little funko pop of himself that you re-painted yourself, he almost seemed pleased with the little guy. Sanford was admiring the fanart of himself you commissioned and hung on your wall, proud of what you purchased.

You clear your throat, turn on your computer and started looking around for what could have been the problem, at first glance nothing seems out of the ordinary, until you see a file on your desktop that you have never seen before. You click on it, and it was a file of different codes and programs, and at the end it read, in bright red colors: "DIMENSION TRANSFER COMPLETE. THANK YOU FOR DOWNLOADING THE NEVADA LIVE CAMERA PACK"

The camera pack! Now you know what it was! You downloaded this camera pack, thinking it was like a google camera sort of thing where it showed you a live view of Nevada, you downloaded it for drawing purposes. You connected 2 and 2 together and thought this could be how the boys arrived, was this the doing of AAHW? Did that mean The Auditor was aware of other dimensions and how the world he lives in is only a cartoon, like the trio? The thought of him coming after you terrified you.

Your fear must have been noticeable, as you felt a rough hand on your shoulder, making you jolt in shock. You turn to see Hank, looking at you in a questionable manner. You gulped and mumbled out.

"i-i figured out the p-p-problem" You stuttered out.

The boys gathered around you in your computer as you reluctantly explain to them how you got here, making it obvious it was your fault but you had no idea about it. Hank looks genuinely pissed, but how the hell could've you known? He sighed in anger, seeming to understand your situation but still not liking it.

"Well, how the fuck do we transfer back then?" Asked Deimos

"Well.. Cant you communicate with Doc? You still have your communicator" You suggested.

"Nice idea toots but we already tried that, this thing's busted. Must be the whole new dimension mumbo jumbo shiz." Deimos answered. You look down in shame, feeling bad you didn't have any better ideas, Deimos planted his rough hand on your head, giving it a gentle pat. He smiled softly.

"Aye, don't sweat it. It ain't your fault we in this mess. You're trying your best." He said with a reassuring tone.

Call yourself emotional, but one of your favorite characters of all times saying your doing your best to you? It made you spill a few tears, Deimos looked surprised, Sanford looked shocked and Hank looked stunned. They weren't expecting you to start crying, but even fighting in the warzone that is Nevada, they still had a heart within them. Suddenly you were hugged by Sanford and Deimos, Hank just petting you, not really the touchy type.

Their touch and affection only made you cry harder, overwhelmed by the sudden but needed hug you received.

"Guess you were fighting your own wars, huh toots..?" Deimos asked, looking at you concerned. You simply nodded as you wiped your tears.

Sanford smiled and patted your back. "Yet here you are, still up and at em and fighting like a champ! Life may be hard but you're still kicking!"

"Being alive, when every day is a constant battle, makes you stronger then you realize." Hank added, not making eye contact.

"We may not know ya, but we can see you're a wonderful person and tryin' your best, don't give up alright? Believe in yourself just how you believe in us" Deimos finished, smiling with his sharp teeth in a goofy manner.

You couldn't believe how happy you were, the heroes you admired everyday, we're in front of you, giving you the courage and praise you desperately wished for, what felt like the first time in a long time, you smiled, genuinely happy about yourself and how far you came and how far you'll keep going.

Suddenly, a radio crackle interrupted the lighthearted conversation. "Deimos! Deimos can you hear me?!"

"Doc!! Fuck I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad to hear you!" Deimos answered at his communicator with glee.

"I'm going to ignore that remark." Doc answered, clearly pissed now.

"It's a relief I installed that GPS chip on Hank, so I quickly noticed you were in another dimension. I managed to hack through the AAHW's computers and found where you all are." He explained with a certain proud tone.

"I also managed to re-direct the portal where you came from to take you back here to Nevada, just go back where you came from." He finished, right after, your computer crackled and a red and black swirl appeared on your screen monitor, that must be the portal.

"Copy that Doc, we'll see you soon." Deimos signed off, smiling at you.

"Guess this is it." Hank said sternly.

You nodded, you wished it could have lasted longer...

"Hey, chucklehead. Pack your shit and come with us." Sanford said, in an ordering like way. Which caught you off guard, you? In the Madcom Universe? I mean you write and draw self-inserts sure but you never thought about actually being there, fighting for your life.

"We could use someone as strong as you on our side, plus, alot more interesting coming with us then stickin' with people who make your life despicable." Sanford added.

They actually want for you to come.. A sudden rush of excitement ran throughout your body, fighting for a significant change in a place you're appreciated sounded so fucking rad. You stood up in excitement.

"Count me in! I'll do my best!!!" You shouted enthusiastically.

Deimos quickly helped you pack, your clothes, some of your treasures and art, your electronics and some other things. As you hold your bags in hand, you take one final glance in your room, your previous life, and how you felt suddenly relieved to be leaving it all, into something brand new and exciting.

Guided by the three men, you jump through your computer monitor, as you landed on a hard red soil, in the blistering heat, of Somewhere In Nevada...

[ultrastarbee]

Bee, you are really back?!!! AMAZING AND PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT about Bonten!Sanzu. He sees a clown working for a toy shop and the clown's makeup is just like his scars

I AM BACK! Slowly, but I am. I will be real: even if a big part of the fandom is absolutely hating Sanzu right now, I still like him. Send help please.

Title: Clown reader / The Juggler Request: yes 💚💛 Couple: Bonten!Sanzu x reader Category: funny Content Warning: none Word Count: 756 Summary: Bonten trio deciding if they need to kill a clown before Sanzu comes with a new idea A/N: this one went kinda shitty, but i did my best

CUPID IS A DUMB B! event

MASTERLIST ……. RULES ……. SERIES LIST

As our young cupid watches Sanzu walking down the street, he thinks to himself that this man is a fucking problem. There's no way he will allow love in his life if it's not for divine intervention, so he shot.

You work on a toy store and your boss promised you a pay rise if you worked as the shop attraction. At first it was a hero costume, but now is a clown. It's a clown, your boss said, because it draws more attention becuse of the colors. Yeah, it sure does. That will remember you to never trust an employer again. At least you have a coffee break to rest a little before coming back to be the main attraction.

"Is that a strawberry cupcake? I want two and a strong coffee, please" you order at the same bakery across the stret.

"The fuck you are doing, man?" Rindou follows Sanzu inside. The three man look like hell after a mission.

"Mikey wants dorayaki" Ran explains as the third man went straight to the counter. All your colours suddenly getting his attention "Hey, Sanzu, I found your sibling".

"I'm an only child" Sanzu is still looking the food before paying for it.

"But look, they look like you. Pink hair and all" Rindou points to your face as you sip your coffee.

"Are you kidding me?" Sanzu stops in front of you. Your wig is the exactly same colour as his hair, your clown makeup looks so much like the diamond scars on his cheeks and even the purple on your clothes match his "Who paid you to do it?"

You are really trying to keep your cool even if it's the most funny shit ever. You know that if you laugh, you are dead. These men can't be good thing. Two of them are laughing as hyenas and the third, well, your doppelganger is staring at you with a pissed look on his face.

"Must have been Kakucho. Hate that bitch".

"I work at the shop across the street".

"Across the street, you said?" Ran, the older one, stopped laughing "Then we should end you too?".

"What? Why? If you are pissed about my clothes you should just go see my boss. He is the real clown around. All his idea, I swear".

"Done that" Ran keeps going "but why the fuck do you look like Sanzu?".

"They don't look like me".

"Fuck, Sanzu, they got even the shoes right" Rindou points at your feet.

"It was a pleasure, gentlemen, but I need to go back to work now" trying to escape the three devils, you wonder why no one is as scared as you are. Maybe they all are, that's why no one can look at the trio.

"No, no, you stay quiet there" Sanzu makes you sit back "need to know if we need to finish you too".

"Why? Don't even know you".

"You see, your boss wasn't paying us the protection fee anymore. We can't have that, can we?" Ran starts to talk again "And we need the store as a facade".

"Stop telling them" Sanzu cuts the chat.

"They ain't gonna last anyway" Rindou shrugs taking one of your cupcakes.

"Wait, is my boss dead?"

"All the fuckers inside are dead now"

"I DON'T NEED TO BE A FUCKING CLOWN ANYMORE?" your loud voice makes people look at you.

"Switched priorities" Ran smirks at your energy. Just like a children out of punishment.

"Wait, who's gonna pay me for this shit now?"

"Don't worry, you are going to die anyway" Rindou cuts your happiness.

"I don't think so" Sanzu is looking at you with new plans "we need a new manager for the toy shop. Are you up for the job or rather die?"

"I'm up" of course you are.

"Why?" Rindou frowns.

"Bonten need the store for money laundering".

"Bonten? Like the Bonten? Nice"

"You didn't even knew?" Rindou still thinks they should kill you.

"You two can go ahead, I'm explaining y/n here the way we do business" Sanzu has his eyes on you hoping you will behave being one of Bonten's puppets.

"Why don't you take a coffee with me right now? I'm still on my break"

"My pleasure"

The cupid doesn't know how it went this way, but maybe it will be okay. Sanzu likes the way you talk about Bonten as it's a salvation from your minimum wage job. You may be a little nuts to think like that. If so, you both match.

[bubblesuga]

Happily

"baby just be with me so happily. . ."

Summary: Jungkook has done the impossible. He made you fall in love.

genre: pure, utter fluff tags: soft!jungkook, lovey-dovey!jungkook, reader loves jungkook, love love love love love W/C: 1,342

You had determined that love just wasn't for you.

Something about spending the rest of your life with one person was honestly the worst concept you had ever come across. Who was society to tell you that you have to "settle down" with a partner and "fall in love" to the point where you have to move in together and spend the rest of your lives with each other?

Of course you used to indulge in the fantasy that one day you would find your Prince Charming back in high school, when the only thing on every girl's brain was who was going to end up cheer captain and who was going to be their boyfriend. You read the romance novels, you watched the long, drawn out television series with the stereotypical 'will-they-won't-they' trope played out over 10 seasons, and you listened to Taylor Swift. So yeah, you were definitely well-versed in this category.

Then, college came.

Your mind drifted, you slept around, and you decided that finding love just wasn't for you.

Having experienced heart break, you never wanted to put yourself through it again.

And you're not.

Even now, as you sit beside your boyfriend (whom you never thought would even suggest the idea that you two take it seriously), you realize that college you could have been wrong. Maybe it wasn't so bad to fall in love.

You had a list. Three reasons why you feel like you became bewitched by Jungkook. There always there, gently coaxing you into familiarity and comfort. Three reasons why you threw away your old ideologies and allowed yourself to just...give in.

Jungkook has a way with telling stories that makes your stomach flutter, he's incredibly animated and detailed, throwing you directly into the scenario. Reason #1.

"And when I told her that her computer was fried and there was no sense in trying to recover it, she threatened to call the cops."

Your eyes widen, fully focused on Jungkook. You lay beside him, his arm draped around your side and playing gently with the ends of your hair, "Why would she call the cops?"

"That's what I was saying!" his smile is slightly incredulous, but it's adorable, "anyway, I tell her to do it. She was the fourth shitty customer of the day and honestly I was this--" he gestures with his pointer finger and thumb, holding them a millimeter apart, "--close to picking up her obnoxious wig right off her head and throwing it into the dust bin."

"So did she call the cops?" your right leg is resting neatly between Jungkook's thighs, his other hand moving to stroke your thigh. It moves upward, the black ink on his knuckles swirling in the dim lighting of his living room. Reason #2.

"No," he says rather smugly, "she picked up her tower and walked her ass out of the store."

"I don't know how you deal with customers like that all day, it seems exhausting." you say, closing your eyes and honing in on the way Jungkook's heartbeat quickens when your hand brushes against his pecs.

Jungkook simply shrugs, "Without this job, I wouldn't be able to buy my girlfriend pretty things to wear."

"Oh?" you look up at him, his eyes still somehow shining in the dark, "is that all you work towards? To see me in something skimpy only to rip it off of me seconds later?"

Jungkook's fingers tip your chin higher up, his lips dipping down to capture yours in a soft, small kiss.

"That's a plus," he whispers, "but I'm working my ass off to give us a better future."

Holy fucking shit.

Reason #3.

"You can't just say stuff like that..." you trail off, looking down to hide the obvious blush rushing to the tip of our nose.

It's taken you a long time to get to this point with him. Though it started off as a fun rendezvous every weekend, heated sex teetering off the edge into unnoticed passion, it slowly became more. He was spending the night, you were worrying about what you were going to make him for dinner. His lips would stay on yours a little longer during his goodbyes, and your hands longed to reach out for his whenever he wasn't around.

Again, slowly. Then all at once.

Suddenly you were sat in Jungkook's living room every night talking about each other's days, occasionally playing a few rounds of Super Smash (which he kicked your ass in) or Mario Kart (which you kicked his ass in), sharing a single beer and slowly falling more and more in love with each other.

It just hasn't been verbal quite yet, so Jungkook's admission makes your chest lock.

"Why not? I can't talk about how I want to spend the rest of my life with you?" He seems defensive but his tone is still soft, his hand gently trailing up and down your spine.

You don't know how to answer. If it was anyone else you would have pushed him away and vowed to never enter his apartment again. If it wasn't Jungkook, you would be running for the hills.

"No," you say after a little bit, hearing his breath hitch, "...you can."

He immediately relaxes, "I know we've never said it aloud before but," he licks his lips nervously, "I do love you. I want us to be together for a long time, and I know you love me too. You're just too damn stubborn to admit it."

Narrowing your eyes up at him, you speak, "No I'm not."

"Then say it." He challenges.

You smirk, "I love you."

"Sorry," he cups his hear, "I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat yourself."

Giggling, you pull yourself away from his chest, "No, I said it. You don't get the pleasure of hearing me repeat it."

"Oh come on," Jungkook follows you as you stand, "I genuinely didn't hear it."

"Bullshit, Mr. Perfect Pitch. You got ears of steel." You gesture to your temples, allowing your feet to carry you across the cool wooden floors and into the kitchen.

Jungkook is close behind, "Hey, hey!" he grabs your wrist, forcing you to turn to him, "I'm beggin', baby."

Your skin burns beneath his, your chest filling with admiration for him. He's one of the most suave, smooth, and adorable men you have ever come across. Though it's fun to tease him, you can't deny him of what he wants for long.

"I love you, Jungkook."

The grin that lights up his face makes that word-- the one that you fought for so fucking long-- all the more worth it to say.

He grabs your waist, pulling you close to him, "Again."

"I love you," you giggle.

"Louder."

"I love you!" you say a little louder.

"Louder! I want the whole complex to hear you!" He holds your body firmly against his, urging your arms to rest on his shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, you yell, "I love you Jeon Jungkook!"

Jungkook laughs, planting a kiss on your lips and holding you there.

Swaying in the kitchen, his lips to leave yours. The kiss doesn't turn more heated, his hands aren't roaming your body. This kiss just feels... different. It's warm, not hot. His lips taste of the cool grape flavored beer the two of you shared earlier, and his lips turn up into a small, soft smile.

Pulling away after a few moments, he leans his forehead gently against yours, "You don't have to be so loud about it, ya know. I heard you the first time."

Before you have time to react, Jungkook lets go of you and runs away, his feet pounding against the floor and his airy giggle filling the apartment.

Gnawing at your lip, you drop your face into your hands. "I'm gonna get you for that one, baby!"

The three reasons you fell in love with Jungkook were so obvious, yet you fought them for so long. Not anymore, though. You refuse to deny yourself of life's simplest pleasure; love.

[t0wnspersonb]

Rest (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,515

Warning: SMUT, LANGUAGE

I’m literally in love with Bakugo Katsuki. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and I might make this a small series, I love me some domesticated shit and I hope you guys do too. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so please keep that in mind as you’re reading lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

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Bakugo sighed deeply as he dropped his duffle bag to the ground with a soft thud. His red eyes burned with exhaustion, his body felt incredibly heavy tonight after his shift. 

It wasn’t that he disliked being a top pro-hero, far from it. 

In fact, if someone were to ask him if he hated or loved being a hero he would scoff at them and blast their ass.

Of course he loved his job.

Becoming a pro-hero was his dream, the ultimate goal in his life. The amount of hours, blood, sweat, and tears he had put into his training was not for nothing.

Of course he fucking loved his job.

But sometimes. 

Sometimes he wouldn’t mind being able to rest.

Like now.

Now, all he wanted to do was eat and sleep.

Bakugo flipped the light on in the kitchen, taking notice of the just washed dishes in the dish rack and the scent of cleanser lingering in the air.

Y/n must’ve cleaned up before she went to work. He thought briefly before opening up the fridge to see what was available to eat. 

His expression softened once he laid his eyes on the plate of food wrapped up with a note on top.

Missing you a lot today, don’t overwork yourself.-Y/n

After reheating his dinner he sat down at the table, sighing deeply once more now that he was finally off of his feet.

It had been a long couple of days. A couple of weeks of nonstop back-to-back hero work. Which meant that Bakugo was rarely home, either arriving far too late into the night, or leaving far too early in the morning. There were only small traces that he had actually been there, a coffee cup left in the sink, the bathroom being damp still from a shower.

It was weeks like this one that were incredibly taxing on Bakugo, and that was because he never got to see you. 

His wife. 

It also didn’t help that your work schedule at the hospital was just as busy. Almost seemingly as the exact opposite of his.

He figured you had another night shift tonight as he headed to the bedroom.

But he froze at the doorway.

The tightness in his body melted completely as he gazed at your sleeping figure. 

You were curled up under the blankets, fast asleep, and completely unaware of the tall man staring at you.

Bakugo couldn’t move fast enough.

All he could think about was curling up against you tonight, holding you close, and burying his face into your hair.

He had missed you too much.

He stripped down to his underwear and moved to slide under the blankets, his expression further softening as he noticed that you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

Carefully coming up behind you, he moved to wrap one of his arms around your waist. He pulled you in close, tucking you into his chest easily.

But you were roused awake from the sudden movement.

“Katsu?” you mumbled softly, eyes still heavy with sleep but you shifted your body so that you were facing the warm solid man now next to you.

“Go back to sleep.” he grumbled, both of you settling down against one another. He peered down at you with a gentle expression.

He had never seen anything more beautiful. 

“How was it today?” you hummed softly, slinging your right arm around his broad shoulder, your leg kicking up to wrap around his waist. 

Bakugo wrapped his fingers around your thigh, tugging you closer. His hand was big and warm, the roughness of his palms and fingers felt perfect against your soft skin. 

A touch you were desperately craving the past couple of weeks. 

“Dumbass Deku got overrun with the villains we were chasing down, I had go and save his stupid ass.” he grumbled, moving his hand up to slide into your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns into your back.

“Hmm.” you sighed softly, nuzzling your nose against his collarbone, inhaling that familiar burnt caramel scent.

Both of you were quiet for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. It was clear that both of you were exhausted, but neither of you had gone to sleep just yet.

There was a hum in the air.

A familiar one.

You looked up at the man that you’ve known your entire life. His eyes were closed, but you knew that he wasn’t asleep.

Your gaze started at the top of his head. His spiky hair was more disheveled than usual, but you knew that it was incredibly soft and perfect beneath your fingers.

Moving your eyes further down you took in his perfectly arched eyebrows and long lashes, but beneath that you noticed the dark circles framing his lower lids. 

Frowning softly at your husband’s apparent lack of sleep you continued your search against his face. 

His nose was perfect, and just below it, those soft full lips.

Your stomach flipped pleasantly. A familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach.

He was fucking beautiful.

And that was just his face. You knew that his body was just as perfect, if not better.

It was as if Bakugo Katsuki was sculpted from the gods themselves. 

How you were married to such a beautiful man, you didn’t know. It was then that you started to be more aware of those muscular arms that were wrapped around you. Those strong, thick fingers gripping your upper thigh tightly.

Your heart rate picked up, and you shifted slightly, attempting to get closer to him.

“Stop staring at me, shitty woman.” he grumbled, cracking one eye open to peer down at you. “It’s fucking creepy.”

Now you remember how you ended up with this beautiful man. His shit fucking personality. 

I guess it’s true when they say you can’t have it all, you thought dryly. Of course your husband couldn’t be a gorgeous man without having some kind of flaw. 

It was actually a wonder how you guys had been together so long. 

Childhood friends turned lovers.

You had been by his side since birth it felt like. 

Considering your mother and his mother were good friends, it was bound to happen that you two would be as well. 

You were the complete opposite of Bakugo. 

Kind. Sweet. Gentle. 

You weren’t in the hero course when you had gone to U.A., rather you had gotten into the support course.

Which wasn’t a problem for you. You didn’t want to become a hero. Rather, being able to help behind the scenes and being able to support those that wanted to be on the front lines, protecting and saving people, like your husband.

“Don’t be mean Katsu, I haven’t seen your grumpy face in weeks. Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” You grumbled pinching and pulling his cheeks.

He huffed angrily, grabbing your wrist and attempting to pull your fingers away from his face. “Let go, that fucking hurts.” he growled. “Stupid woman, you think I want to come home and be pestered like this?”

You snorted, an amused expression on your face as you ignored Bakugo’s increasing insults and attempts at stopping you from pulling his cheeks, increasing the pressure of your fingers on his face.

“You little shit.” he growled. He gripped your wrist tightly and shifted one of his legs to be between your thighs and moved, heaving you onto your back. Your wrists were pinned on either side of your head, Bakugo above you.

Oh fuck.

The position you were in caused your heart rate to pick up once again. Your eyes flickered down his body, appreciating the bulging muscles and the way his boxers now hung lower on his hips. 

The smirk on his face wasn’t helping the situation either. 

“Like what you see?” he sneered.

You rolled your eyes and moved your leg, shifting it up so that you could press your knee carefully against his crotch.

You could feel his growing bulge. You felt the rising blush in your face and looked away from him, going to move your leg down from its current position. But Bakugo was too fast for you, he grabbed your leg and hitched it over his hip and settled himself between your legs. Pressing himself to your center.

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips. 

“Why are you getting all shy now?” he teased, rolling his hips against yours. 

“Sh-Shut up.” you gasped, lips parting in arousal. “You haven’t even kissed me yet Katsu.”

He chuckled slightly, and released his grip on your wrists, allowing you to slither your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers into the back of hair. He leaned closer down to your face, one his hands grabbing at your jaw, the other one propping himself up to keep most of his weight off of you.

And then he was kissing you. His lips hot and urgent against yours, his tongue already poking through your lips, eager to taste the inside of your mouth.

You moaned softly, arching your body into his as your grip in his hair tightened. 

Bakugo growled against your mouth, grinding into your core harshly.

All thoughts of sleep are now gone. All Bakugo could think about was you, and how much he wanted to be inside of you. It had been far too long since the last time he'd had you, and now, he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

“Fuck, what do you want?” he growled, pulling away from you and seeing your swollen lips. Your eyes were wide and bright, full of want and need. 

His stomach churned pleasantly.

Before you could answer him his fingers were already where you wanted them the most. He rubbed at your clit in harsh controlled circles, his red eyes dark and filled with need as he gazed at your moaning flushed face.

“K - ah - Katsu. Please,” you whimpered, gripping his hair tightly between your fists. Your hips moving along with his fingers.

“Please what? What do you want?” he sneered, applying more pressure before he pushed your panties to the side, his middle finger sliding against your wet slit, but not fully penetrating you.

You felt tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, it had been too long. All you wanted was him to fuck you already. 

“You. I want you please.” you moaned out, bucking your hips up, urging him to enter you already. “Please Katsu, I missed you so much.”

Fuck. 

He missed you too. He was tired of the foreplay already, he needed to be inside you. 

Snarling loudly he all but ripped the clothes off your body before removing his boxers. His member stood tall and gorgeously thick against his stomach.

Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth.

“Later.” he growled, noticing the look on your face. “I want to fuck you already.”

He spread your legs apart, gazing at you hungrily before taking his cock and rubbing it against your glistening slit, and then he rammed into you.

You cried out loudly as Bakugo set a brutal pace. Hard and fast, and incredibly deep inside your pussy.

It had been too long, your body needing time to adjust to his intrusion, your walls stretching to fit his thickness.

But he wouldn’t let you. Bakugo gave in to his desire and set a pace that had you gasping to keep up. 

Fuck did it feel good though.

The familiar pressure building up within yourself, ready to snap at any minute.

Bakugo was snarling above you, lost in the pleasure of your warm, wet walls gripping him tighter and tighter. He knew you were almost at your limit, he was too. 

He knew he wasn’t going to last long, it had been too long since the last time he was inside of you, but he needed you to cum first.

His grip was bruising on your hips; his mouth sucking and biting at every inch of skin that was within his reach. You knew you were going to have marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. 

His cock rubbed into the deepest parts of you, leaving you breathless and shaking. He always made you feel so full. 

“You gonna cum on my cock princess?” he growled, reaching down and rubbing your clit again. 

Your back arched, your head thrashing against the pillows as your pleasure began to build further up. “Katsu - ngh - I’m close.” you whimpered out.

He smirked, pulling out of your pussy before slamming himself back in.

And that was it.

You came hard, crying out and trembling beneath him, your wetness gushing out and staining the sheets below.

He snarled loudly, jackhammering his hips into yours as he chased his release before groaning lowly in his throat and spilling himself inside of you.

His hips finally stilled, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours softly before trailing delicate kisses against the bites he had left scattered across your throat and collar bone. 

He stayed buried deep inside of you as he continued to soothe your battered body.

Bakugo knew that he was never gentle when you guys made love. He knew that his pace was always rough and harsh, but the aftercare was a different story.

After the intense fucking he always gave you, it was important for him to take care of you tenderly. He carefully pulled his softened cock out of you, hushing you softly as you whimpered from the loss.

He watched as his cum seeped out of you, smirking slightly to himself before he pressed a gentle kiss to your hip and got up to the bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean you and himself up.

When he came back you were already on the verge of falling asleep again. He sat near your legs, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as he cleaned up the mess he made between your legs.

You hissed softly, your lower body sore and sensitive. He hushed you once more as he finished cleaning up, tossing the cloth somewhere behind him, he’d take of that in the morning.

Starting at your hips he trailed his soft lips up your body, pressing the sweetest kisses into your skin, gazing at you with gentle eyes.

The aftercare was his favorite part.

You were so fucking beautiful like this, completely drained after all the pleasure that he had given you. Your skin littered with his marks, your lips red and swollen from his intense kisses, your hair a ruffled mess around your head after moving it back and forth so much. 

He pulled the blankets over your bodies as he settled next to you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your eyes closing automatically, sleep ready to take you under.

“I love you Katsu.” you breathed softly, pressing your face into his chest. “So much.”

“Go to sleep.” he grumbled tenderly, placing another kiss to the crown of your head. “I got you."

[luminnara]

I wonder what Dick would be like trying to flirt on the lead up if the mission, trying to be smooth and cool before screaming next to Weasel. The back track of trying to be cool again after than freak out would be glorious and I would probably fall for it, lol

Dick Hertz x fem!reader

This ended up way longer than intended and I am not mad about that lol

Sfw but raunchy!

Requests for oneshots and HCs are open!

You were no stranger to the concept of the suicide squad.

Thanks to your own colorful past, and powers that you couldn’t always quite control at first, you were stuck serving out a long ass sentence at Belle Reve, the shittiest shit hole of them all. Your only escape from the mundane, high-security monotony was the occasional mission from Waller.

The Suicide Squad—more officially known as Task Force X—was the latest installment in Amanda Waller’s series of highly classified, top secret, black ops teams. She chose Belle Reve’s most infamous criminals, many of whom had extraordinary powers and even more extraordinary reputations, and tossed them together on incredibly dangerous missions. You knew she didn’t care whether you lived or died, but successfully completing such impossible tasks always cut time off your sentence, and with nothing else to do with your time, you always thought it was worth the risk.

And besides...you hadn’t died yet.

So when Waller approached you during your daily yard time, you already knew what to expect.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grumbled as you followed her into the exam room and plopped down in the same old chair. “I know the drill. I go off mission, you blow my brains out.”

“—with the explosive device implanted in the base of your skull. Correct.” Waller said, unimpressed.

“And what, you have to give me a fresh one?” You raised an eyebrow as the doctor made you lean forward. “Lose the button for the last one or something? Or are you afraid that just one won’t do the job?”

Waller looked even less impressed. “I suggest you put a lid on that attitude today.”

“Why?” You winced at the feeling of a thick needle pushing into the back of your neck. “Jesus, fuck! Seriously, how many little bombs do I need in my head?”

“Good luck, puppy.” The doctor sneered as you stood up to follow Waller back out into the corridor.

“This is a black ops mission.” She continued with her usual spiel. “Your commanding officer is Colonel Rick Flag.”

You gasped. “The Colonel Rick Flag?”

She turned to glance at you.

“I have no idea who that is.”

You could hear her sigh in exasperation. “Suit up and go outside to the transport. You’ll meet the rest of the team and fly out to Corto Maltese.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Yeah, the Suicide Squad was a nice distraction from your shitty everyday life...but putting your ass on the line for someone who didn’t give a shit whether you lived or died, and who was always hovering above the button that would splatter your brains all over the wall, wasn’t exactly the greatest feeling in the world.

Waller waited as you ducked into a room to change. There was a black box waiting for you, and upon opening it, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight of your old gear. The dark gray leather suit fit like a glove, and your gun had been cleaned and polished after your last mission, the painfully bright fluorescent lights reflecting off of the barrel with a gleam. You grabbed your gloves and strapped your ammo belts on before buckling a gray carbon fiber mask on.

Wearing your own stuff always lifted your spirits. It was the suit you’d been arrested in a few years ago back in Metropolis, and after seizing it, the feds had been nice enough to give it some upgrades with newer tech. Anything to make you a better government-sanctioned killing machine, you guessed, and it’s not like you were gonna turn it down. After all, killing was how you ended up in Belle Reve in the first place, and it was one of the only things you were good at...it just made sense for Waller to want to put your near-inhuman skills to good use.

You walked out to join her again, lugging a canvas bag of equipment and supplies along behind you.

“Pick that up and carry it correctly.” She snapped as the doors at the end of the hall opened.

“Why don’t you eat my—“

You interrupted yourself by groaning at the bright sunlight as it hit your eyes, raising a hand to shield your face as you managed to spot an armored truck waiting for you.

“You’ll have a lot of new teammates.” Waller called after you. “Be on your best behavior. I’m not responsible for anything they do to you.”

“Probably just a bunch of old farts like always!” You yelled back as you jumped up into the back of the vehicle.

Two guards sat down on either side of you as you got yourself settled in. There was another woman already waiting, her skin orange, her hair in a high ponytail that seemed to be pulled through the top of her helmet. She was regarding you with very little interest, and that was absolutely fine with you. You had a few friends within the Belle Reve prison complex, and you weren’t necessarily looking for more.

The ride was short and uneventful. You passed through a few gates that took forever to open, waited for a few security checks, the usual shit. When the truck came to a halt and you hopped out again, you were at a small airbase hosting a few hangars for planes and helicopters, one of the latter already sitting outside. Guards from Belle Reve were lining the circle of armored vehicles, and as yours joined them and the back doors were opened once more, you grimaced at the bright sunlight.

“Afraid of a little sun?” The orange woman laughed, baring her teeth at you.

“Hurts my eyes,” you mumbled, jumping down after her.

You landed on pavement, looking down at your feet in an attempt to avoid the oncoming headache you knew was imminent. When your shoulder rammed into someone, though, you had to look up anyway.

What you saw wasn’t exactly what you were expecting.

A good looking blond guy was looking down at you, a cocky grin on his face. “Whoa, didn’t realize we were getting a babe this time!”

You glared at him, grateful for the mask covering the lower half of your face.

He couldn’t see you blush that way.

“Little girl’s got some ammo, huh?” He reached for one of the belts strapped across your chest,

Your hand flew up to grab his wrist and you held him in a Vice-like grip, your glare more pointed now. “Touch me, and you can see some of it from behind your eyeballs.”

Blondie whistled lowly, relaxing his arm. “You’re tough, huh? I like that in a girl.”

You dropped his wrist and rolled your eyes. “Still gonna like it when I’m ripping your balls off?”

You could swear he was swooning on his feet. “Baby, you are a goddamn tease...”

“Oy, Dickhead!” An Australian voice rang out, “back off!”

His grin faltered for a moment, obvious disappointment flashing over his face. “Oh. Got a man already. Damn.”

“Who, Boomer?” You grinned, unclipping your mask as you turned to wave at one of your only friends. “Nah, I’d never fuck that wanker.”

“I heard that!” The gold-toothed Aussie yelled.

You let out a loud laugh as you looked back to blondie.

You were caught off guard by the actual, genuine look on his face. He was admiring your smile now that your mask was off, his eyes lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second longer than they should have. He was trying to be smooth, you could tell, and most people wouldn’t have noticed something so slight...but you were an assassin working your way through a couple life sentences, and you weren’t most people.

It all only lasted a moment before the cocky grin was back. “So, after this, you wanna come back to my cell, maybe we could, you know...” he waggled his eyebrows at you, making a hip thrusting motion you almost couldn’t believe a grown criminal was making.

“Maybe focus on not dying first, slim.” You patted his chest before turning towards Boomer, leaving blondie to stare after you—or more precisely, your ass—with a dramatic, longing look.

Your friend was regarding you with an amused expression. “Flirtin’ on the job? Didn’t think you had it in ya.”

“Shut up.” You punched his arm a little too hard and he winced. “Who is that guy, anyway?”

“Dick,” Boomer said, rubbing his arm.

“Don’t call me a dick—“

“No, dumbass, that’s his name. Richard Hertz.”

“...very funny, Boomer, but there’s no fucking way his parents named their kid Dick Hertz.”

Boomer shrugged. “Believe me or don’t, I don’t care. Either way, it’s the truth.”

You scoffed and stole a glance over at your new admirer. He was tall and pretty well built, platinum blond hair short, lips pulled back in a grin that showed off straight white teeth. He was dressed in all black, two guns holstered to his chest, and as he messed with a Belle Reve guard by pretending to reach for one, he looked like an overgrown child who should not have been allowed to hold onto firearms.

“Please tell me he’s got a cooler name,” you groaned.

“Why? So you can scream it at night?” Boomer cackled. “He goes by Blackguard. He’s pretty strong from what I hear. Prolly pretty fun in bed, too.”

You wrinkled your nose and rounded on Boomer. “Shut up.”

“You like him.” Your friend grinned. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Just remember to name your kid after good ol’ Uncle Boomer.”

You gave him a rough shove and he stumbled back a few steps, laughing like a madman the entire time.

“Hey!” One of the guards barked at you.

Rather than pushing your luck with your armed babysitters, you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. More cars were pulling up, dropping off the rest of your comrades, and while Boomer was distracted with them, you stole another glance at Dick.

He was still messing with the same guard, and was receiving some harsh warning glares in the process. Was he a complete idiot, or was he so cocky because he could actually handle it? He had to have ended up in Belle Reve for a reason. It wasn’t the type of place you went to for innocent misdemeanors. And if he was chosen for a Suicide Squad mission, that meant that his sentence was long enough to warrant risking his life to lessen it...and it also meant that he was useful.

When he winked at you, you realized with a start that he had totally noticed the way you were checking him out.

Fuck.

“Time to load up!” A voice yelled, saving you from any further embarrassment.

A few minutes later, you were strapping yourself into your seat on the chopper, pretending not to notice as Dick struggled with his seatbelt across from you. The guy sitting next to him had to help, and when you finally couldn’t help yourself, you let out a quiet laugh from behind your mask.

Dick’s head shot up to look at you, that cocky grin plastered to his face again.

“Wish you were over here helpin’ me,” he said bravely. “Rather have your hands down by my—“

“Dick.” Colonel Flag warned as he stood above you all with his gun in his hands.

Boomer let out a loud laugh at the unintentionally dirty euphemism and you snorted.

“What? Just makin’ some conversation,” Blackguard said, leaning towards you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. “You don’t mind, do ya, Princess?”

Your cheeks were heating up behind your mask, and he could see the way your eyes crinkled slightly with your smile.

God, he wished he could see your smile again.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late!” A familiar voice said. “Had to go number two.”

“...Good to know.” Flag sighed as none other than Harley Quinn herself hopped in.

“Harley!” You called, reaching for her with grabby hands as she looked for her seat.

“Hey there, baby!” The pale blonde woman greeted, slamming her equipment bag into Savant’s head. “Hey, Boomer!”

“What’re you doin’ back in prison, Harls?” Boomer asked, hanging onto the nylon mesh cage behind him as he stretched his arms out.

“Got road rage. In a bank.” She finally found a spot between you and Javelin, and as Flag checked everyone over, the chopper took off into the air.

The lighting was dim and red, the thrumming of the helicopter blades blending in with the white noise of the pressurized cabin. Save for that, it was quiet for a while, everybody either sizing each other up, or, in Dick’s case, imagining how you looked under your suit.

“So, uh...how much longer you in for?” He asked you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because I don’t exactly think I should be talkin’ about sneakin’ into your cell while Flag is here to rat me out about it,” Dick grinned.

You caught the colonel rolling his eyes.

“Hey, that never stopped anybody,” Harley said brightly.

“Boutta be in a whole big ass jungle,” Boomer elbowed you in the side. “Plentya room in there to be alone.”

You groaned as Dick gave you a sly grin.

“Y’know, this mission’ll be over in no time.” He said, stretching his arms out behind his head. “I’ve got some wicked ass powers. I got this.”

“Oh yeah?” You asked, recognizing the way he was trying to peacock and impress you. “Not worried about anything?”

“Baby, I’ll carry this whole team. Just you watch.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Dick.” You bit his name out as more of an insult, but he didn’t seem to care, giving you another wink.

He obviously thought that his flirting and posturing was working...but you were pretty sure he was just annoying. Cute, but annoying. Maybe good for a hook up here or there...but that was about it.

“We’re in a butcher’s freezer, Harls!” Boomer called from the other end of the bench. “Surrounded by dead hogs hangin’ on hooks. Only they don’t know it yet.”

“Leave ‘em alone, Boomer!” She called back with a laugh.

You chuckled at your friends, leaning your head back as you settled in for the flight. Harley was complimenting Javelin’s accent, you still didn’t know what TDK stood for, and Boomer was just starting to mess with him about the fact that all names were made of letters when the freaky weasel-thing next to Dick stole everyone’s attention.

It was one of the strangest creatures you had ever seen. Human height, covered in mangy brown fur, with big bulging eyes and a mouth full of sharp little teeth all made it both fascinating and concerning to look at, and as it made a few disgustingly wet retching sounds, Dick nodded towards it.

“Yo, is this a dog?” He asked.

“...What?” You asked in disbelief. He had to be fucking with you, right? There was no way he meant it.

“Is this thing a dog?” He repeated.

“A...a dog?”

“Yes.”

“What...what kinda dog do you think it is, mate?” Boomer asked.

“I dunno, I’m not familiar with all the breeds.” Dick gave him an incredulous look.

“I’m gonna go with Afghan hound.” TDK said.

“Since when does an afghan hound have bloody thumbs?”

“Oh my god, is it a werewolf?” Harley asked excitedly. “I’ve wanted to meet a werewolf for ever!”

Dick was already up and struggling against his restraints. “Yo, they sat me next to a werewolf?!”

“That’s not right,” TDK agreed as his neighbor slammed into him in his desperate attempt at an escape.

Boomer was laughing loudly, and you couldn’t help but join in. “You’re seriously scared of werewolves?”

Dick glanced up at you as he tried to unbuckle his seatbelt. “Yes, I fuckin’ am! So fuckin’—get me out! I do not fuck with werewolves, there is no fuckin’ way—“

“Maybe you should hop onto your new girlfriend’s lap!” Boomer cackled, jabbing a finger towards you.

“Poor baby,” you cooed, and as you saw the look in Blackguard’s eyes, you were pretty convinced that he was about to try to tear his way out so that he actually could.

“Hey, hey, he’s not a werewolf!” Flag yelled over the commotion. “He’s a weasel, he’s harmless! I mean, he’s not harmless, he’s killed 27 children, but I—I think we got him to—I think he’s agreed to this, so relax.”

“Thought you were super tough?” You asked as Dick calmed down and caught his breath. “Gonna carry the whole team?”

Rather than the snarky flirtation you expected, he actually looked a bit defeated. When you raised an eyebrow, though, he took the prompt, and the most desperate backtracking you had ever seen began.

“Yeah, well...” he scoffed, trying to give you a cool look. “Caught me off guard, that’s all. No big deal.”

“Off guard? Isn’t guard, like, in your name?” You teased, your smile genuine behind your mask. Alright...he was winning you over now. He was an idiot, but...maybe he was a lovable one.

He faltered for a second. “I-I mean, yeah, well...”

Flag was shaking his head. “Get into position to drop!”

Everyone unbuckled themselves and collected their things, lining up to jump into the ocean off the coast of Corto Maltese. When you saw that Dick was back to struggling with it, again, you smiled to yourself and leaned down in front of him.

“For what it’s worth...” you said as you pulled up on the metal tab, your hand dangerously close to his crotch, “I wouldn’t mind shacking up somewhere in the jungle with you.”

He stated at you with wide eyes, disbelief written all over his face. He really was cuter when he wasn’t putting on such a dumb, cocky facade, and he jumped up as quickly as he could to follow you.

You just laughed as you straightened up and walked away, Blackguard right on your heels. As the door opened and the big, dark ocean came into view below you, you felt a hand brushing against your hip and a firm chest press up against your back. You realized you could have stayed right there forever, patiently waiting to see how far he was brave enough to go...but you were both members of the Suicide Squad, and you had a job to do.

“I’ll see you down there, Dick,” you said, turning your head slightly to glance at him.

“See you on the other side, baby,” he grinned.

[meruz]

once again i am answering asks in a big compilation post. included is... gotham, patrick stump, tips about drawing backgrounds, tips about drawing in general, links to my faq, and infinity train

like.... the tv series? No... I’ve drawn dc comics fanart before, though. But it’s been years since I’ve been really into it. I like jumped ship like 10 years ago when the New 52 happened LOL.

AFJHDSLKGH I’m sorry I (probably) won’t do it again??

Actually full disclosure I have a truly cringe amount of p stump drawings/photo studies in my sketchbook right now LOL. He’s just fun to draw... hats, glasses, guitar, a good shape... but I don’t think I’ll rly post those until I can hide them in another big sketchbook pdf.. probably Jan 2022. Stay tuned........ (ominous) 

(ominous preview)

These are all sort of related to backgrounds/painting so I grouped them together even though they’re pretty much entirely separate questions.... ANYWAYS

a) How is it working as a BG artist? Is it hard? What show are you drawing for?

I think you’re the first person to ever ask me about my job! Being a background artist is great. It’s definitely labor intensive but I think that could describe pretty much any art job (If something were rote or easy to automate, you wouldn’t hire an artist to do it) and I hesitate to say whether its harder or easier than any other role in the animation pipeline. Plus, so much of what truly makes a job difficult varies from one production to the next, schedule, working environment, co-workers etc. But I will say that I think while BGs are generally a lot of work on the upfront, I think they’re subject to less scrutiny/revisions than something like character/props/effects design and you don’t have to pitch them to a room like boards. So I guess it’s good if you don’t like to talk to people? LOL

A lot of my previous projects + the show I’ve worked on the longest aren’t public yet so I can’t talk about em (but I assure you if/when the news does break I won’t shut up about it). But I’m currently working on Archer Season 12 LOL. I’m like 90% sure I’m allowed to say that.

b) ~~~THANK YOU!! ~~~

c) What exactly do you like to draw most [in a background]?

@kaitomiury​ Lots of stuff! I really like to draw clutter! Because it’s a great opportunity for environmental storytelling and also you can be kind of messy with it because the sheer mass will supersede any details LOL. 

I like to draw clouds... I like to draw grass but not trees lol,,, I like to draw anything that sells perspective really easily like tiled floors and ceilings, shelves, lamp posts on a street etc.

d) Do you have any tips on how to paint (observational)?

god there’s so much to say. painting is really a whole ass discipline like someone can paint their whole life and still discover new things about it. I guess if you’re really just starting out my best advice is that habit is more important than product. especially with traditional plein air painting, I find that the procedure of going outside and setting up your paints is almost harder than the actual painting. There’s a lot of artists who say “I want to do plein air sometime!!” and then never actually get around to doing it. A lot of people just end up working from google streetview or photos on their computer.

But going outside to paint is a really good challenge because it forces you to make and commit to lighting and composition decisions really quickly. And to work through your mistakes instead of against them via undo button.

My last tip is to check out James Gurney’s youtube channel because hes probably the best and most consistent resource on observational painting out there rn. There’s lots other artists doing the same thing (off the top of my head I know a lot of the Warrior Painters group has people regularly posting plein air stuff and lightbox expo had a Jesse Schmidt lecture abt it last year) but Gurney’s probably the most prolific poster and one of the best at explaining the more technical stuff - his books are great too.

e) Do you have tips for drawing cleanly on heavypaint?

@marigoldfool​ UMM LOL I LIKE ONLY USE THE FILL TOOL so maybe use the fill tool? Fill and rectangle are good for edge control as opposed to the rest of the heavy paint tools which can get sort of muddles. And also I use a stylus so maybe if you’re using your finger, find a stylus that works with your device instead. That’s all I’ve got, frankly I don’t think my drawings are particularly clean lol.

f) Tips on improving backgrounds/scenes making them more dynamic practicing etc?

Ive given some tips about backgrounds/scenes before so I’m not gonna re-tread those but here’s another thing that might be helpful...

I think a good way to approach backgrounds is to think of the specific story or even mood you want to convey with the background first. Thinking “I just need to put something behind this character” is going to lead you to drawing like... a green screen tourist photo backdrop. But if you think “I need this bg to make the characters feel small” or “I need this bg to make the world feel colorful” then it gives you requirements and cues to work off of.

If I know a character needs to feel overwhelmed and small, then I know I need to create environment elements that will cage them in and corner them. If a character needs to feel triumphant/on top of the world then I know I need to let the environment open up around them. etc. If I know my focal point/ where I want to draw attention, I can build the background around that.

Also, backgrounds like figure compositions will have focal points of their own and you can draw attention to it/ the relationship the characters have with the bg element via scale or directionality or color, any number of cues. I think of it almost as a second/third character in a scene.

Not every composition is gonna have something so obvious like this but it helps me to think about these because then the characters feel connected and integrated with the environment.

Some more general art questions

a) Do you have any process/tips to start drawing character/bodies/heads?

I tried to kind of draw something to answer this but honestly this is difficult for me to answer because I don’t think I’m that great at drawing characters LOL. Ok, I think I have two tips.

1) flip your canvas often. A lot about what makes human bodies look correct and believable is symmetry and balance. Even if someone has asymmetrical features, the body will often pull and push in a way to counterbalance it. we often have inherent biases to one side or another like dominant hands dominant eyes etc. you know how right-handed artists will often favor drawing characters facing 45 degrees facing (the artist’s) left? that’s part of it. so viewing your drawing flipped even just to evaluate it helps compensate for that bias and makes you more aware of balance.

2) draw the whole figure often. I feel like a lot of beginner artists (myself included for a long time) defer to just drawing headshots or busts because it’s easier, you dont have to think about posing limbs etc. But drawing a full body allows you to better gauge proportion, perspective, body language, everything that makes a character look believable and grounded.

Like if you (me) have that issue where you draw the head too big and then have to resize it to fit the proportions of the rest of the body, it’s probably because you (I) drew the head first and are treating the body as an afterthought/attachment. Sketching out the whole figure first or even just quick drawing guides for it will help you think of it more holistically. I learned this figure drawing in charcoal at art school LOL.

oh. third mini tip - try to draw people from life often! its the best study. if you can get into a figure drawing/nude drawing class EVEN BETTER and if you have a local college/art space/museum that hosts those for free TREASURE IT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT, that’s a huge boon that a lot of artists (me again) wish they had. though if youre not so lucky and youre sitting in a park trying to creeper draw people and they keep moving.. don’t let that stop you! that’s good practice because it’s forcing you to work fast to get the important stuff down LOL. its a challenge!

b) I’ve been pretty out of energy and have had no inspiration to draw but I have the desire to. Any advice?

Dude, take a walk or something.... Or a nap? Low energy is going to effect everything else so you gotta hit that problem at its source.

If you’re looking for inspiration though, I’d recommend stuff like watching a movie, reading a book, playing video games etc. Fill up your idea bank with content and then give yourself time/space to gestate it into new concepts. Sometimes looking at other art works but sometimes it can work against you because it’s too close. 

Also something that helps me is remembering that art doesn’t always have to be groundbreaking... like it’s okay to make something shitty and stupid that you don’t post online and only show to your friend. That’s all part of the process imo. If you want to hit a home run you gotta warm up first, right? Sports.

I should probably compile everytime i give tips on stuff like this but that’s getting dangerously close to being a social media artist who makes stupid boiled down art tutorials for clout which is the last thing i want to be... the thing I want to stress is that art is a whole visual language and there are widely agreed upon rules and customs but they exist in large part to be broken. Like there's an infinite number of ways to reach an infinite number of solutions and that’s actually what makes it really cool and personal for both the artist and the viewer. So when you make work you like or you find someone else’s work you like, take a step back and ask yourself what about it speaks for you, what about it works for you, what makes it effective, how to recreate that effect and how to break that effect completely, etc. And have a good time with it or else what’s the point.

for the first 2, I direct you to my FAQ

For the last one, I don’t actually believe I’ve ever addressed artwork as insp for stories/rp but I’ll say here and now yeah go ahead! As long as you’re not making profit or taking credit for my work then I’m normally ok with it. Especially anything thats private and purely recreational, that’s generally 100% green light go. I only ask that if you post it anywhere public that you please credit me.

(and I reserve the right to ask you to take it down if I see it and don’t approve of it’s use but I think that case is pretty rare.)

a) @lemuelzero101 Thank you!!! I haven’t played Life is Strange but actually  that series’ vis dev artist Edouard Caplain is one of my bigger art inspirations lately so that’s a really high compliment lol. And yeah I hope we get 5-8 too...!

b) Thank you for sticking around! I’ve been thinking about Digimon and Infinity Train in tandem lately, actually. They’re a little similar? Enter a dangerous alternate world and have wacky adventures with monsters/inanimate objects that have weird powers... there’s like weird engineers and mechanisms behind the scenes... also frontier literally starts with them getting on a train. Anyways if anyone else followed me for digimon... maybe you’d like Infinity Train? LOL

c) @king-wens-king I’M GLAD MY ART JUST HAS PINOY VIBES LOL I hope you are having a good day too :^)

a, b, c, d) yessss my Watch Infinity Train agenda is working....

e) aw thank you!! i think you should watch infinity train :)

[percabethfeelsfandom]

How I’d rate the Gods/Goddesses(riordanverse)

This is my rating based off the way Rick Riordan portrayed them in the Riordanverse. The traditional myths have been taken into account but do not make up my entire opinion. 

Hestia:

10/10 would give my life for this goddess. In all aspects of the word, this goddess is a goddess. I want a novella of her watching over the hearth and watching out for her family and the heroes. I imagine her being a very comforting presence and warm like a hug, and maybe this is me projecting my mummy issues but I just want her to hug me. 

Dionysus:

A solid 7.35/10 for Mr D. Naturally he was a bit annoying, but we were never under the pretence that he he was meant to be anything more than what he provided and I respect that. Him caring about his kids at camp, and staying relatively loyal to his wife is always a plus. And I like his relatively humble beginnings being a hero and becoming a god and then not causing that much trouble in the series. Unlike some other pieces of shit. 

Hermes:

4/10. Mans had no right blaming Luke’s thirst for mass genocide on 16 year old Annabeth. Not cool man. Not cool. He gets the points he got because he did genuinely care about Maia, and Luke, but he lost the rest of them by having a blatant favourite (who literally caused so much destruction). However I do still like his line about family in sea of monsters and never giving up on them. Nice meaning. But he was still a shitty father and only intervened out of self interest most of the time. 

Aphrodite:

2/10. I hate how low I have to rank her. But my god did Rick do her dirty in his depiction. Just the misogyny, the lack of depth, and the untouched potential she has as a character, as a goddess, THE OLDEST GOD/GODDESS and Rick really made her throw rose petals around the battle fields on one of (what was meant to be) the biggest fights of the riordanverse. Absolute robbery. If I’m not mistaken as well, she was a huge contributor to the issues and obstacles percabeth went through and we do not Stan. HOWEVER, I love her as a goddess normally, and what she could represent if she’s written properly. 

Hephaestus:

8/10. I have no qualms with this man. I too prefer the company of inanimate objects to people and get stressed about social interaction. And I too have mummy issues. So me and Hephaestus are on the same page. Let this man tinker away in his little bunker. He never went out of his way to make things harder for demigods, and was helpful when they came to him for help which I can also respect. (Point deduction because it was on his land that Bianca died…if I’m not mistaken). 

Ares:

-12/10. This man was introduced as a bully, and gives off the vibes of every phobic, known to humanity. I do not vibe. I do not agree. I do not stan. ALSO his motorbike seat is apparently made from "Caucasian human skin”!!!!!!???? We as children never questioned this? We just went sure aight move on?! Please this man has the biggest small dick energy if I ever saw it and I despite him so much. Mans was also never helpful. Ever. I don’t think. I think Mars was better than him though so I’ll give him that. 

Artemis:

9.99/10 all hail queen of the lesbians. Mad respect to this woman. In what she stands for, who she protects and in her actions. She’s what I embody when I stand up for myself in fights and when I speak to have my voice heard. I like Rick’s depiction of her and I love seeing her and her hunters pop up in his books. Would love a couple books on the hunters and their adventures. Also I love archery. And I’m biased to the moon because I love the night so she gets extra points for all of that too. 

Apollo:

Prior to Trials of Apollo 7/10, after TOA 9.90/10. Yes it’s a big jump but my god did Lester grow on me. Prior to TOA he was pretty average. He was funny, always provided a good laugh to the plot and was always helping the demigods which I loved. But I know he’s an asshole full of himself so I can’t give him any higher than that until he had some character development, which we got in TOA (specifically after Burning Maze). And I really like who he is now and the type of character Rick shaped him out to be. In the myths he’s a big creep, and I still stand by that idea, hence why he doesn’t get a full 10. 

Athena:

3.5/10…ughhh I hate to say this. But part of it is the same reasoning I gave about Aphrodite. I just have so many issues with the way she’s portrayed and it’s not accurate to what I believe in my heart she should represent. And as a child of Athena, I feel like Rick then did her entire legacy dirty. She has her moments, but since I can’t even fully recall one right now, it just proves my point. As a goddess as a whole though, what she represents is everything I aspire to be in life. She’s my entire aesthetic of hard work, creativity, and strength and grit, without taking away of being a powerful female. Zeus’ lead strategist like shit, Rick could have done so much. But he did not. And I am thus sad about it. 

Demeter:

6/10. I have no issues with Demeter. Kinda boring. I think that’s what most of the fandom thinks as well. She just didn’t get enough screen time or development. I have no attachment to her. I think the powers that she has, and has passed on to her kids is cool though so there’s that. But in the series as well she doesn’t do much. She also (initially) doesn’t fight in the battle of Manhattan so maybe I’m slightly bitter there. But yeah, i’m indifferent. 

Hades:

8.99/10 Okay so hear me out I know this man gets so much bad rep in the myths and that’s part of why he doesn’t get a full 9. But I really really love the way he’s depicted in the riordanverse, especially with his entire arc with his kids/specially with Nico. Like literally one of my favourite quotes In the entire series is “my children are so rarely happy, I would like to see you be the exception.” Out of the gods listed here (and excluding Dionysus), he acts like a genuine parent to his kids and tries. And like there’s issues, sure, but he works on them. And since so much of the first series is about how the gods are neglectful, seeing him change and seeing him fight for Nico is my everything. 

Poseidon:

7.1/10. Honestly this feels too high considering mans was nearly If not just as bad as Zeus in keeping it in his dam pants. His points come from treating Sally like the queen she is, and trying with Percy (albeit too little too late but I can see the minimal effort). That being said, he’s really shitty in the myths so I can’t really give him anything higher than this. He’s barely a dad, and sees Percy more as an ally than an actual son or human being that needs attention. I like him more in Fanon and the way that I write him lmao because I humanise him. But I won’t lie he’s dilf material, and I still like rick’s depiction of him. 

Hera:

3/10 I’m surprising myself with this rating because tbh I might even push her to 4.5 just because she’s so consistent in her own goals and agenda, and that perseverance is very admirable even if it was at the cost of some of my favourite characters. She was very much two faced though and fucked around stuff that she should have stayed out of. Her hatred for literal children though is a bit problematic. I have no attachment to her but I admire how much she just wants a family. However she just really needs to assess how she approaches that since it’s a bit messed up.  

Zeus:

-5/10 I really don’t Zeus, his character, him in the myths, everything about him. He gives off the vibes of a man who abuses the power that he was given. And I don’t like that. It makes me uncomfortable and I don’t like him at all. His treatment of his children, of the demigods, and the way he governs Olympus. Not a fan. I could rule Olympus better and I’m a mentally unstable, serotonin deficient 20 year old with a hyper fixation on greek mythology and Minecraft. However despite not liking his character, I think Rick does a great job at depicting him accurately to how he was in the myths. 

[wiypt-writes]

Barking Up The Wrong Tree

 Ransom Drysdale One Shot

Summary: It’s the Annual Pre-Easter meal at the Thrombey’s and Ransom and you are in attendance. As usual, there’s fireworks, a lot of swearing and there’s only one way you know he can get rid of his frustrations…

 Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW) NO UNDER 18s!

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  So this was originally written last year for @jennmurawski13​ who requested a smutty one shot with an Evans character of my choice for her birthday. It was coined from a Brainstorming sesh me and @icanfeelastormbrewing​ had for our intended Ransom x OFC series (we might get round to it in 2022…so by then you’ll have forgotten if we use it again.) FYI Eighteen year old Ransom is totally Bryce from Fierce People, you can’t convince me otherwise… I also very much now see this being the same Reader as in mine, @ohthankevans13​ and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​’s  Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale series.

Your brown leather, knee high Saint Laurent boots (a gift from the man whose lap you were curled up on) were on the floor by your feet leaving you in your grey, woollen over-knee socks. One of your boyfriend’s large hands was resting on your left shin, the other just at the top of your right thigh, almost on your ass cheek. You were well aware your black sweater dress was riding up so went to shift and shimmy it down a little, conscious that you were, after all, sat in the large drawing room at his grandfather’s house whilst the rest of his family milled around as the pre-Easter dinner, which always took place the weekend before the actual holiday, was being prepared.

“You okay?” Ransom looked up at you, noticing you shift on his lap and you smiled.

“Yeah, just don’t want to flash everyone too much if you get my drift.”

Ransom cocked an eyebrow at you, then peeked around the room, before he gave a snort as his eyes fell on his cousin Jacob who was watching the pair of you.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want Adolf junior getting a boner now would we?”

You gave a chuckle as you re-arranged your dress, making yourself more comfortable.

“He’s just a kid, Ran.” You soothed.

“He’s a deviant, Princess.” He replied, his voice quiet.

“So were you when I first met you.” You grinned, looking at him as you bent closer to whisper into his ear “Still are when the mood takes you.”

Ransom pulled back to look at you, his face inches from yours, his eyebrow raising slightly as that dirty smirk spread across his handsome face. “Stop it.” He warned, and you shrugged innocently, as he placed a soft kiss on your mouth.

“Come on son, put her down.” Richard’s voice rang across the room and instantly you felt Ransom’s entire demeanour change. Gone was the relaxed, jokey, happy Ran you knew and loved and in his place was Hugh Ransom Drysdale, asshole extraordinaire.

“Piss off, Father.” He shot back, his head moving back from yours, fixing his dad with a steely glare.

“Hey.” Richard glowered “Don’t speak to me like that…” he turned to Linda. “Did you hear that Linda?”

“Ransom…” Linda said lazily, not looking up from her phone. “Don’t speak to your father like that.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and you gently looked at him, shaking your head, silently telling him to stay calm. It was always the same with the Thrombey family gatherings. Ransom despised them for the simple fact that Harlan was the only one he had any time for, bar his mother on a good day, and you were inclined to feel the same way. It always ended in chaos, each individual nuclear sects within the extended family trying to get one up on the other, prove they were the best players in the game.

Frankly, they made the fucking Lannisters look normal.  

All your friends were constantly asking you how you managed to stay tangled in this web of dysfunction, but the answer was right in front of you, his crystal blue eyes now narrowed as he shot a sarcastic reply back to his mother.

The simple truth was, you loved him and couldn’t walk away if you tried.

It hadn’t always been that way, mind. When your High School had been asked to submit nominations for the coveted position of Harlan Thrombey’s Summer research assistant, you’d been short listed along with 15 other candidates from the New England area. Each of you were asked to produce a five-thousand word thesis on a literary subject of your choice to be submitted for reading by Harlan. You’d been ecstatic when you received the call from his Publishing Company to say you’d made the final three and were requested to attend an interview.

You’d been and bought a new suit. Nothing fancy but decent enough quality. You made sure your hair was tamed, your make up was as on point as you could get it, and had driven the thirty minutes or so out to his mansion from the home you shared with your Nanna in Brookline, following the directions on your GPS to the area near Pierce Park where the Thrombey Mansion was located. You were greeted by his housekeeper and shown into the large office where the man himself was waiting. Harlan was nothing like you had expected him to be. He was eccentric, sure, but also dmaned good fun. He’d asked you a few questions about why you wanted the position “I’m going to major in English at college and I hope to work in publishing when I graduate, this would be an invaluable experience.” He had then discussed your paper with you and after a few more general questions he had reduced you almost to tears of laughter by telling you a about an incident when he had been at college and was almost caught climbing down the trellis of his girlfriend’s parent’s house following a late night rendezvous of the very naughty kind “Don’t think too badly of me, we ended up married for forty-seven years…”

Then, just as he was showing you out of his study a tall, well-built young man, your age you had correctly guessed, with a strong jaw, dark hair flicked to the left side of his forehead, and a pair of the bluest eyes you had ever seen, waltzed down the hallway. He was dressed in a pair of riding breeches, a polo shirt and wore a long pair of tan leather riding boots.

"Ransom?” Harlan looked at the young man “I wasn’t expecting you till this afternoon.”

“Yeah well, the fucking horse I should have been riding is lame.” Ransom shrugged “Which means I can’t ride, and I probably can’t compete this weekend.”

“Dressage?” you had asked, your mouth speaking well before your brain had engaged, for some reason thinking it was a good idea to comment. Ransom had looked at you with disdain, scanned you up and down and cocked his head to one side, his eyes cold as they locked onto yours.

“Polo.” He had answered, a sneer on his face “Do I look like a dressage rider to you? Mind you, from the state of your cheap high-street dress the nearest you’ve probably ever been to a horse is those shitty little trail rides they run at kids parties.”

“Ransom!” Harlan had snapped sternly “Enough!”

You felt the heat rise in your neck and cheeks, and you drew yourself up to your full height, folding your arms as you looked at the ass hole stood in front of you. One thing your Nanna had told you was that, despite your humble origins, you were as worthy as the next person, no matter how much money, status or self-importance they may have.

“My apologies. I always thought polo was played by arrogant, snobby, stuck up pricks.” You retorted as you made a show of looking him up and down in the same way he had done to you. “Actually, on second thoughts, I should have guessed.”

As soon as the words were out of your mind you let out an internal groan. Way to go, flush your chance of landing this summer internship down the fucking toilet by insulting Harlan’s grandson. Nevertheless, you held the gaze of the man in front of you who stared back, his expression and face utterly stoic bar the blink of surprise his eyes made.

You heard Harlan chuckle behind you and the old man dropped a hand to your shoulder. “Fran, could you see Miss Y/L/N to the door.”

Two days later Harlan had personally called you to offer you the position, and it had turned out to be everything you ever wanted, and more. Three weeks into your internship, to your utter surprise, Harlan confessed that he had been looking to fund a worthy, local candidate through college and as the successful applicant it was yours for the taking. Some strings had been pulled, and in the last week of September thanks to his generosity you started your English Major at Harvard.

And so did Ransom.

He pursued you with a dogged determination, seemingly viewing your indifference towards him and his advances as some kind of challenge. You weren’t fooling yourself, however. He was devastatingly handsome and your traitorous vagina and that part of your brain that controlled your libido harboured a deep desire to fuck his brains out, a desire you finally gave into at the end of your first year when, following your final exam, you got drunk and woke up the morning after in his bed.

It wasn’t all puppies and roses though. You were on and off more than his boxer shorts, as simply put, Ransom was a player. And it didn’t bother you to start with. He was a hook up, a way to relieve tension when you needed to, and he was a very handy person to know with his seemingly endless network of connections. But by the time you graduated you knew you were head over heels for him, and needed to break this seeming cycle of being in and out of his bed.  So you turned down Harlan’s offer of a job at Blood Like Wine and were ready to move away from Boston after landing a job at a publishers in Manhattan…but then your nanna had been taken seriously ill and suffered a stroke meaning you had to stay.

As a result of her illness, your nanna was unable to live in your house in Brookline alone and so you were forced to sell it so she could afford to move into a supervised Retirement Village a five minute or so drive away. You were now jobless, drowning with the house-sale which would leave you homeless, and your emotions and been all over the place. You had no other family since your Grandfather had died at the start of your senior year so had no one to turn to.

Enter Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

You’d called him one evening, drunk and emotional and needing a release and he came over alright, but instead of fucking you into the mattress he made sure you drank water, ate something, and then got you into bed. The next morning, Harlan had shown up, telling you the job offer at his company was still open, and then to your utter surprise and initial horror he had offered to buy your nanna’s house, meaning you could remain there as a tenant. At first you had refused, insisting you weren’t a charity case but Harlan had simply waved your concerns away by insisting it was an investment. After a little discussion he agreed to allow you to pay rent which, all things considered, was a pittance in comparison to what other properties the same size in that area commanded but it was a rent nonetheless and made you feel better.

And you knew all of it had ben Ransom’s idea.

This was the side to Ransom he very rarely displayed to anyone. A softer side, a caring side, a gentle side. A side that held you as you cried at the thought that your nanna was growing old and may soon leave you behind, a side that made you a sandwich when you hadn’t eaten in days, a side that helped you pack up and move your Nana’s stuff to her new home, a side that turned up at 9pm with several tubs of ice cream and a bottle of wine after you’d messaged him earlier that afternoon to tell him what a shit day you were having when his Uncle Walt was being a dick at work.

The rest, they say is history. History which meant you were now curled up in his lap some eight or so years post that initial meeting in the hallway of this very house, listening to him bicker with his family, feeling his leg beginning to shake in that way it always did when he was agitated.

“Ran…” you said gently, squeezing his arm and you felt him take a deep breath and he looked at you, his mouth closing as you shook your head “Don’t.”

He turned away, looking to the other side of the room and his face glowered as he spotted Jacob once more had his eyes trained on your bare thigh. God the pubescent creep did his fucking head in, and if he stayed here he was going to end up putting the lanky streak of shit through the wall.

“Can we go?” Ransom looked at you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“We’ve not even had dinner yet.”

“Please.”

That single word was enough to make you understand. It was a word he hadn’t learned until he’d met you, when he realised that his demands and arrogance got him nowhere with you. He still rarely used it mind, but when he did, you knew he was in desperate need of what he’d asked for.

“How about we take a walk?” You suggested “If you still wanna go after then we will”

He took a deep breath as he considered what you had said. Compromise was another word that hadn’t been in his vocabulary until you. His eyes locked onto yours and you looked at him, encouragingly and he took a deep breath, nodding.

“Okay.”

You uncurled yourself from his lap and stood up, him following so you could sit down and place you boots on.

“Are you leaving?” Linda asked, looking up for the first time.

“For a walk.” Ransom said simply, grabbing your hand and pretty much dragging you from the room. He didn’t say a word as he reached the coat stand and retrieved your lightweight Ted Baker belted mac, holding it out for you to slip your arms into, in a display of chivalry he reserved only for you. Once you’d done it up, he took your hand in his and you headed through the kitchen and outside into the reasonably mild April afternoon.

“Don’t let them get to you.” You said softly, leaning into him a little and he sighed, untangling his fingers from yours so he could drop his arm round your shoulders. He hated the fact his family could make him feel like this, like he wasn’t in control, like he was insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He could quite happily go without seeing any of them, well, bar maybe his grandfather, but you had told him he would regret it if he pushed them away completely because you had always wished you’d had a large family unit like that. So, despite the fact he knew deep down that was a load of bullshit, he played the game. He attended the damned gatherings more for your benefit than any as you adored Harlan and seemed to get on fairly well with Joni, Meg and his mother. He hung onto a glimmer of hope that maybe one day it would all change and he’d feel part of it.

But it never did. And he never did.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence across the Mansion grounds, round the lake where Ransom stopped by the small pier, looking out over the water.

“You know my most vivid childhood memories are of this spot.” He mused, his gaze focussed over the lake “Grammy used to bring me down here to feed the ducks.”

“It’s beautiful down here.” You agreed, snuggling further under his arm. “Peaceful.”

“Yeah unlike that fucking house.”

You gave a chuckle, as his hand curled over your shoulder, absentmindedly rubbing over the smooth material of your coat. He was agitated, you could tell, and there were very few ways in which he could calm down when he was like this. One was riding his beloved BB- a polo horse Harlan had bought him for his 21st, one was the pair of you curling up on the sofa with snacks and a good scotch or bourbon, getting drunk and watching Trashy Films, in particular horrors-you both loved to pick plot holes and insult the main characters, declaring the victim a dumb bitch for running up the stairs and not out of the door and the other, well…

You glanced around, checking you were alone before you pulled away from him, taking his hand and tugging on it slightly.

“What?” he asked looking down.

“Come on.” You gave his hand another pull.

“Y/N?” he questioned again, but followed nonetheless despite you not answering. You tugged him away from the lake, into the thin thicket of trees a little further round. You could still see the house here but you knew there was no way anyone from up there could see you.

“Seriously, Y/N what the fuck?” he groaned, as he stepped in the slightly squelchy mud “You’re gonna ruin my Gucci’s…” “Should have worn something a little more substantial then shouldn’t you?”

“I didn’t know you were planning on going fucking hiking in the fucking woods.”

“That’s not what we’re doing.” You said, stopping in front of a large oak tree, looking up at him.

“Then what are we doing? Reconnecting with Mother Nature? Or are we on the hunt for Oberon, Titania and Puck?”

“Ooh, good Shakespeare reference.” You grinned at him and he rolled his eyes as you slid your hand up over his navy blue lightweight Barbour jacket which was done up to his sternum, leaving his plain white, Armani t-shirt slightly visible at the neckline. “Does that make us Lysander and Hermia?”

“You got a hidden suitor called Demetrius I don’t know about?” he arched an eyebrow, his hands falling to your hips.

“Nope, I’m all yours Tiger.”

The sound of your ridiculous nickname for him drew a large smile across his face and he shook his head, giving a genuine chuckle. Here, with you there were no annoying voices to listen to, no family politics, nothing to care about but the gentle brush of the wind as it blew through the canopy of trees above your heads and the faint sounds of birds as they went about their business and Ransom felt a sense of comfort. Because you were his rock. The one person that saw through his bull shit, the woman in his life that knew all his horrible personality traits as well as his slightly less horrible ones and loved him all the same. The girl that had rounded off his harsher edges no matter how much he protested to the contrary.

You were his better half for sure.

“Well that’s good, because I don’t like sharing.” Ransom smirked, dipping his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Don’t I know it.” You mused against his mouth. His fingers flexed on your sides, pulling you closer to him as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him control over the kiss, knowing that’s what he craved when he was like this. His lips were soft on yours, tongue domineering as he kissed you deeply, slowly. Eventually he pulled back, his nose bumping yours slightly as he gave a little chuckle.

“I know you’re trying to distract me from those shit heads in the house.” He said, his tone playful and you loved playful Ransom. Another side to him only you really got to see.

“Is it working?” You played along.

“Yeah.” He nodded, his lips pressing to yours again.

“Good. Now why don’t you let your inner deviant come out to play?”

“You don’t need to ask me twice, Princess.” The words were barely out of his mouth before he had pressed you into the harsh, earthy bark of the tree behind you, kissing you hard again, groaning as you palmed his crotch through his designer denims. He grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head before he did the same with the other one, easily holding both in place above you with one large hand, his other softly tracing up the outside of your thigh, fingers skating under your skirt.

“Is this why you wore this?” he smirked, toying with the material slightly. “So you could tempt me away for a fuck in the woods?”

It wasn’t, it was because it looked and felt good, but you decided to play along “Maybe. Was it a good choice?”

“Damned right it was…” he growled against your mouth, his long, soft fingers sliding your lace panties to the side. His index finger traced a path up your slit and you gasped at the feeling as he gently began to toy with you. Soft, teasing touches, his eyes never once leaving yours. That was one of his things, he liked to see your face, watch as your expressions changed as he undid you, fuelling his ego. Your hips gently started to move in time to his strokes as he played you, like an instrument from which he could always draw a tune. And in no time at all, he was listening to the music as you let out a soft keen, a purr almost as your head fell back against the tree, your mouth parting slightly.

“Like that?” he asked, and it was all you could do to nod, panting brokenly as the familiar feeing began to rise in the pit of your stomach, the fire growing hotter and hotter. “God you’re a fucking minx. Come on, cum on my fingers, you know you want to.” And you did, hard, your knees trembling, as you let out a loud cry of his name as the lights exploded in front of your eyes. Ransom pressed into you, his erection evident as it dug into your stomach, keeping you pinned between him and the tree as he coaxed you through your orgasm, before he moved his hands, allowing yours to drop to his shoulders as you held onto him tightly.

The clanging of a belt buckle, then the zipping of trousers and the rustling of fabric broke through the post-orgasm haze as Ransom undid his flies, reaching into pull out his painfully hard cock. He gently pushed forward, sliding the tip against your folds, gathering your slick as you gave a moan, the feeling of him sliding against your clit sent lances of red, hot desire through your veins.

His hands gripped the back of your thighs as he pulled you off the ground and you hooked them round his slim waist, ankles locking at the base of his spine. In a swift, fluid moment, no teasing, no gentle ease, he buried himself inside you with a deep thrust making you cry out as he filled you. His lips crashed onto yours as he drew back, then thrust back in hard, his cock dragging against your walls inside, hitting that spot that he knew would leave you seeing stars.

Yes, if there was one thing on this Earth Ransom knew he was good at, it was fucking you.

His lips traced a path from your mouth to your jawline, then to your neck, biting and sucking at any bit he could get to, his hips moving back and forth in a slow but deep pace which was torture, and you needed more.

“Ran, harder…” You groaned, digging your heels into his ass and he gave a dirty moan of his own as his hands held your hips.

“You’re such a needy little slut.” He smirked against your lips, not waiting for your reply as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping back and forth with a vigour that was merciless as he pistoned in and out of you again and again. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as you kissed him, teeth clashing together as your back repeatedly brushed against the harsh, rough surface behind you as you clawed desperately at the material of his jacket.

It wasn’t long before you felt another orgasm brewing and your head fell forward, teeth nipping at his ear drawing a growl from his throat. Your hands moved into his hair and you pulled sharply back causing him to hiss and look up you.

“Fuck, Y/N….” he groaned, the pupils of his eyes blown wide with a desire you would never tire of seeing. You pushed your hips down against him causing him to drive deeper and you let out an almost primal cry, the noise you made simply revving him up even more, his rapid movements growing even more urgent.

“Fuck Ran…” you moaned as your head rolled back against the tree, hands back on his shoulders, as once more that snake in your belly moved. Ransom felt the tell-tale flutter of your heat tightening round him and he continued his voracious pace, his eyes locked onto yours.

“You feel so fucking good…” he panted “So fuckin’ good Princess...”

His words made you moan again, and he pushed up once more, stilling slightly, grinding up against you as opposed to thrusting and a few rolls of his hips later you were done. The world faded around you as you came hard, with a loud scream before your head dropped to his shoulder, as you moaned his name, again and again whilst he pounded through your orgasm chasing his own.

“Shit, Y/N…I’m…fuck…” his words tumbled into your hair as his movements became desperate and he came a short while later with a loud yell. You felt him fill you up, as his hips stilled and he groaned, face buried into your neck, his chest heaving, sweat beaded both his brow and yours as he simply pressed into you, panting and shaking.

Neither of you had any idea how long you stayed like that, but eventually Ransom managed to gain enough control to pull his softening cock out of you and set you gently on your feet as he brushed the tendrils of your hair that had fallen over your face back with a tenderness he reserved only for you. He said nothing, simply looked at you, his lips gently greeting yours in a soft, loving kiss, a stark contrast to the violent ones you had shared moments before. You smiled at him, unadulterated love in your eyes as you moved your hands to brush his hair back before you leaned up and kissed him again, your nose sliding against his.

“I adore you Hugh Ransom Drysdale. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Don’t fucking call me Hugh.” He grumbled and you chuckled as he pulled you to him, nuzzling into your hair as he sighed. “But for the record, the feeling is mutual Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N.”

You gave a laugh and were about to reply when you felt his head snap up, and his entire body tense and he let out an angry cry causing you to jump.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! The perverted little shit!”

“Ran?” You saw his face contorted in anger as he pushed back from you, striding away from the tree, rearranging his jeans as he went before he broke into a sprint. You watched him go and then, to your horror, saw the retreating back of a smaller male running away from the thicket of trees on the curve of the bank to your left and you felt yourself grow cold.

Jacob.

How long he had been there Ransom had no idea but he chased the little fucker all the way to the house, yelling insults and threats as he burst into the kitchen. Ransom finally caught up with him just as he ran into the hall and grabbed the kid by the collar, spinning him round and pinning him to the wall, arm crossed over his windpipe. “Enjoy the show did we?!” He yelled, the noise drawing the rest of the family out from the sitting room into the tiled hallway. Walt started to shout angry threats about what he was going to do to Ransom if he didn’t take his hands off his son, which then sparked Richard to bite back at Walt saying if he touched Ransom he’d give him a damned good hiding. If Ransom hadn’t been so focussed on the dirt little bastard he had pinned to the wall he would have laughed because the idea of his dad fighting anyone was hilarious, he couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.

“Give me your phone.” Ransom demanded.

“I didn’t…” “GIVE ME YOUR PHONE NOW YOU PERVERTED PRICK!” Ransom yelled, and reached into Jacob’s pocket, grabbing his hand where it was curled around the offending item, bending the boy’s fingers back. Jacob gave a yell, pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket and Ransom seized the phone, yanking it out, just as you walked into the hallway.

He looked at you, then to Jacob and saw you pale as the realisation washed over you that you’d not only been seen but recorded or snapped, by a twelve year old boy nonetheless.

“Unlock it.” Ransom demanded, thrusting it back at him.

“Now listen here…” Walt started until Harlan turned to him.

“Walt, shut up.” He barked, turning to Jacob “Unlock the phone, now Jake.”

Jacob sullenly took the phone from Ransom and did has he was told, Ransom snatching it back. He glanced down at the screen, flicking to the Gallery and let out an angry noise as he saw not only footage of you both in the woods but ten or so photos of your bare thigh and close ups where he had attempted to see up your skirt when you had been on his knee before. Thankfully from the snaps there wasn’t really anything visible, but still the fact he had even taken them in the first place made Ransom apoplectic with rage.

“You dirty little prick.” he mumbled, looking back up at him. Jacob visibly recoiled under Ransom’s glare.

“Ran?” You questioned as you gently touched his arm and he tilted the phone so you could see the screen and your eyes widened, your entire body growing warm as you saw the close up of your thigh on the screen.

“How the fuck dare you?” You exploded, glaring at Jacob.

“Can you explain what he has supposedly done?” Donna, Jacob’s mother spoke for the first time and you turned to face her, your pretty features contorted in rage.

“He’s…” You shook your head “Taken photos of me, before up my skirt.”

Noise erupted in the hallway, Joni and Meg screaming about you being violated, Richard and Linda yelling at Walt and Donna whilst Harlan shook his head, making a noise of disgust. Ransom ignored them all as he selected the photos and images, deleting them, and showing it to you.

“Gone, Princess.” He turned the screen off before he leaned over and kissed your temple.

“Look, he’s a teenage boy…” Donna was protesting “He’s a bit curious…”

“He’s a dirty bastard.” Richard snorted and the irony wasn’t lost on Ransom as he’d seen his father eyeing you up on more than one occasion. He looked at his dad, eyebrow raised as Jacob bit back at the dig.

“I’m a dirty bastard?” The pre-teen snapped, his eyes flicking from Richard to Ransom “I’m not the one that was having sex against a tree!”

Everyone paused and their heads turned to you and Ransom. You gave a groan, your hands sliding up to your face to hide your utter embarrassment, but besides you Ransom’s expression never changed because, well frankly, he couldn’t give two shits about everyone knowing what you had been up to.

“I’m a grown ass man.” He snarled “If I wanna fuck my girl outside on private property I will”

He held Jacob’s phone out to him, but as Jacob went to take it Ransom opened his hand, dropped it to the floor with a loud “oops” and stomped on it, the metal and glass crunching under the heel of his expensive, leather boots.

There was more yelling, and Ransom simply turned, taking your hand in his. “We’re leaving.”

This time you didn’t argue. The pair of you walked away, ignoring the screaming which grew fainter as you headed down towards the large front doors, only to hear Harlan calling after you. Ransom stopped, took a deep breath and tuned to face his grandfather.

“Y/N are you ok?”

“Of course she’s not.” Ransom snapped but you gently squeezed his hand, shaking his head.

“I’m okay Harlan, thank you. But I think its best we go before Ransom commits murder.”

“Well, I can assure you I’m not far off killing the little turd myself.” Harlan shook his head, sighing. He then took a deep breath, looked at Ransom, and there was a flash of something which you knew only too well to be amusement in his eyes. “Which tree?”

Ransom frowned “What?”

“I asked which tree you two were doing the naughty against.”

You groaned as Ransom blinked and then shrugged “Just in the thicket to the south side of the lake, near the little jetty. Why?”

“Well, instead of barking up the wrong tree so to speak, next time stick to the North side.” Harlan grinned cheekily “It’s in the dip and no chance you can be spotted by anyone unless they’re a foot or so away.”

Ransom’s mouth curled up into a smirk as he looked at his grandfather then to you.

Meanwhile you simply wanted the ground to open up and swallow you.

Harlan bid the two of you goodbye as you headed out to Ransom’s Beemer. He stopped just besides it, turning to you, his hands falling to your hips again. “Well, I don’t know about you, Sweetheart, but all that excitement has made me a bit hungry. Seeing as we’re not getting dinner here, how about I take you to Asta?”

Your face lit up at the mention of your favourite restaurant and you gave an eager nod before you frowned “Aren’t we a little underdressed? And it’s Saturday evening, we’ll never get in.”

“Baby girl, enough money can get us in anywhere, and you look fine.” He said, dropping a kiss to your lips before he grinned “You might wanna brush the twigs outta your hair though.”

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idk if you can help me with this but i fell in love with offgun watching not me and watching content about them there's so much of tay tawan with them. i like him and i know he has done bl too, but there's so many series he's in, do you know what i should watch of him? or if it's any good?

I can definitely help you with that, yes! Tay is a great actor imo, one of my thai faves actually. While I haven't watched his full discography, I have seen him in A Lot of shows by now so here's my- entirely subjective -guide to watching Tay Tawan's work. And we gotta start off with what I consider his best work and one of the greatest thai shows of all time-

1. 3 Will Be Free

3wbf is a 2019 drama starring Tay, Mild (my favourite thai actress!!!) and Joss in the main roles. It's a somewhat fast paced crime thriller about three people from very different backgrounds who end up on the run from a mafia boss together and fall in love along the way. This show features a love triangle that ends in ot3, a super badass transfem character played by our queen Jennie Panhan and a whole lot of iconic moments. It was one of the first thai shows I ever watched and I will happily recommend it to anyone who'll listen for the rest of my life. You can watch it for free on YouTube here.

2. The Gifted + The Gifted Graduation

So this is a two part series and while Tay is only in s2 I must add it to the list bc if you're gonna watch thai shows you need to watch this one. It's arguably one of the best thai series in existence. The plot is captivating and engaging, the cinematography is eye-catching and the cast is one of the best ensemble casts ever. Gun and Sing (Todd in Not Me) are two amazing actors that you'd recognise here but I also recommend looking out for the rest of the cast; especially Jane, Nanon and Chimon who are all incredible actors. Tay will appear in s2 and it's hands down one of his best performances yet. You can find both seasons on yt here.

3. Dark Blue Kiss

This 2019 series was Tay's first main role in a proper BL, where he starred opposite his long-time ship partner New. The show is a sequel to non BL shows Kiss and Kiss Me Again but I would not recommend watching either of them on account of them being pretty fucking bad. There IS a PeteKao cut that you can watch on yt to get an idea of how those two got together before watching DBK and that should be enough. I also feel the need to warn you that DBK has very mixed reviews and while I loved it, there's no guarantee it would be to your taste. I explained in this post why I loved PeteKao's story and felt it's a very important one that needed to be told so you can look that up before giving it a try if you wish. But honestly if you like BLs and melodrama it would be a fun enough watch. You can watch it on yt here. Also recommend watching their episode in Our Skyy which can be seen as a spin-off story for the same. You can also find that on gmm's yt channel here.

4. The Player

This show is if Cruel Intentions was a show about the elite class' exploitation of the poor and was also very queer. It's more along the lines of a traditional daytime soap and is hence more over the top and melodramatic. Very entertaining overall despite almost every character being super frustrating about the shitty choices they make. Tay's character is a cop that takes things way too far because of his personal involvement in the case and while the character himself is super annoying Tay does a pretty good job here. I had so much fun yelling at Tin for being a dumb bitch Nice Guy lmao. Also, Joss from 3wbf is one of the main characters and he's soooo hot in this it left me shook so that's a plus! This is another show you can watch on yt here.

5. Remember You

This is the only show on this list I haven't personally watched. You usually won't catch me recommending shows unless I've seen them but this one's a valid exception. The show is procedural drama centred around serial killers and the MC trying to catch em who has a hidden personal investment in the case. It is a thai remake of the 2015 kdrama Hello Monster. I'd watched the original soon after it finished airing and was captivated by Do Kyungsoo's (Exo's DO) performance and now, even though I wanna watch the remake for Tay, I'm worried my nostalgic loyalties towards the original will taint the experience so I haven't gotten around to it yet. Still, I hear it's a great show and Tay's performance as a loveable serial killer has been said to be quite amazing. So the show goes on the list. It's not available to watch on yt but you can find the official version on netflix and if you don't have that it should be available on sites like dramacool and kissasian.

6. I'm Tee Me Too

Moving on to some light-hearted titles- it did not occur to me how many more serious roles Tay does as compared to light, fluffy ones -we've got this mini series about 6 guys with distinct personalities who all coincidentally share the same name and end up cohabiting under the same roof. It's a short and fluffy drama centred around friendship/platonic relationships and features GMM's original three biggest BL ships OffGun, TayNew and KristSingto as the main cast. Gun's adorable dog Bibi also shows up to look cute in the background every other episode. It's a short and heart-warming watch that I recommend turning to after one of the heavier shows in the list have you reeling from all the emotions xD. You can watch it on yt here.

7. Secret Seven

While the pick your own romance vibes this teaser gives off are quite potent, beware of the show's deceptive nature. While finding a secret admirer appears to be the central plot of the story, it's really all about the platonic relationships within the show. The ensemble cast has amazing chemistry with each other and every interaction every character has with another feels wholesome and heart-warming. A love letter to love in it's many forms is what I'd call this show. While Tay is only one in a rather big ensemble cast this show is worth watching for a lot of reasons, biggest of all being Gun's character and the MC's incredible relationship. One of the best representations of platonic soulmates in my opinion. This show will leave you feeling warm and happy. Sadly, GMM privated the eps but you can still find them on sites like dramacool and kissasian.

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And that's all of the shows Tay has been in that I've watched and would recommend other people watch as well. There's only one show which Tay is in- also starring Off in one of the lead roles -that I would not personally recommend and that is Girl2k. It was one of my most anticipated shows of 2020 and I waited a long time to watch it after it was pushed to feb2021 and it honestly was quite disappointing for me. I really enjoyed it at first but I felt that the show kind of wasted all the potential they'd built up with this super amazing and badass and ABSOLUTELY AROACE female lead by shifting all the focus onto a bland male lead near the end. All the romantic lines in the show were deeply disappointing and I hated how the main character's arc and growth felt cheapened by the focus on romance/love over her fighting a thousands of years old evil. You could still check it out and form your own opinions of it if you want but yeah I won't personally recommend it.

If you want you can also check out my analysis of Tay's upcoming gmm shows in these posts here and here. Hope this helps and happy watching!