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adorethedistance · 2 years ago

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Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts

Words: 1529

Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.

A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go

“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”

“Who?!”

“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.

We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.

“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”

“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”

“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.

Jamie feels like heaven.

Better than heaven.

He feels like home.

Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.

Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,

“What do you need?”

“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”

“Unlike you.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh.”

“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”

“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”

“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”

“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”

“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.

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When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.

“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.

“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like, half an hour?”

“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.

“How dare you! Both of you!”

“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.

“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.

“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,

“Much better.”

“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.

“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.

“Really, Jame? Two chords?”

“I’m working on it!”

“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”

“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.

“You’re lying, there’s no way.”

“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.

“It’s been a while…”

“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.

“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”

“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”

“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”

Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Will you play it again?”

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years ago

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You should do Kyle Spencer x reader where like the frat boys tried to ra3e her, and he like save her or something and they cuddle? Lmao sorry if that’s sound weird

It doesn't sound weird! Sorry for the wait, I started to watch the first episode of Coven to get an idea for how he acts then I couldn't stop lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy!😊

Trigger Warning: Attempted Sexual Assault

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"Ugh, why'd you force me to come to this stupid party?" You shouted into your boyfriend, Kyle's, ear.

Kyle playfully rolled his eyes at your outburst, but that was really the only way to communicate over the blaring techno music playing throughout the various speakers in his frat house.

"Because, I know how you get when you're left alone. You would be so bored back at your dorm." He smirked at your pout, knowing that he was right.

"Yeah, well, we could always go to an actual rave with live music instead of this shitty wanna be rave." You huffed, crossing your arms.

Kyle shook his head and grinned. "Just go get yourself a drink, you'll feel better." He teased.

You playfully shoved him and made your way through the crowd of tipsy college students and frat boys, looking to get drunk so you could power your way through the party.

"Well, you don't look like you're enjoying the party."

You look to your right to see one of Kyle's fellow frat brothers, Archie, who was definitely not trying to hide his wandering eyes over your body while smirking.

"Yeah, well, I don't like frats."

"And yet you're fucking one, huh."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Unlike the rest of you frar boys, Kyle is actually sweet."

Archie moved in closer to you. "Aw, but, darling, I can be very sweet." You moved back, repulsed. "Just come to the back room and I'll show you."

"You wish." You laughed, not intimidated at all and continued making your drink.

"Okay, look over there." Archie pointed across the room, and reluctantly your eyes followed. "You can not possibly tell me that you think that pathetic loser is hotter than I am. I mean, he can't possibly have a bigger dick than me cause I've seen that little pecker." He guffawed, making you roll your eyes.

"He's a grower, not a shower." You smiled sweetly, Archie immediately dropping his smirk.

"Hope you enjoy your night, you sick bitch." And with that, he sulked off.

You quickly downed your drink, wanting to forget about that stupid jerk. You cringed as the strong liquor burned down your throat, coating your tongue in bitterness and slight saltiness.

You chose to stay by the bar, taking sips of your drink while watching your boyfriend dancing pretty awfully with a couple of his friends once his favorite Toto song started blasting through the speakers. You shook your head with a loopy grin as Kyle tried to do the Sprinkler.

You noticed how tired you suddenly felt, usually alcohol made you tired, but you could hold your liquor pretty well, so what the hell?

You started to stumble towards the bathroom to splash your face with cold water, but you had so much difficulty standing that the walls were basically the only reason you were on two feet.

"Hey, you okay?" You heard a voice echo through your ears, sounding muffled and distorted. You looked up to see the blurry face of Archie.

"Where's Kyle…?" You mumbled, your own voice sounding distorted.

"I'll take you to him." Your jumbled up mind made you more agreeable, but you normally wouldn't go anywhere with Archie.

"Mm, where are we…?" You whined, noticing the area around you enough to realize that you weren't anywhere near where you last saw Kyle.

"Silly girl…" Archie chuckled darkly. "Don't you know to never leave your drink unsupervised…"

You felt so limp that you couldn't even widen your eyes in shock as Archie threw you down onto some random bed. "Archie…don't..." You mumbled loudly.

You started to tear up as you heard the clink of his belt unbuckling.

Downstairs, Kyle looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found. He walked up to one of his frat boys. "Hey, have you seen Y/N? She went to get a drink but I can't find the girl anywhere?"

"Uh, I think she went up with Archie last time I saw." Jimmy said.

Kyle furrowed his brow at his statement. "Why the hell would she do that?"

"Don't know, man. She looked pretty fucked up."

Kyle suddenly got a pit in his stomach, following his gut all the way upstairs and into each of the bedrooms to look for you.

"Y/N?" Kyle shouted, feeling panicked very quickly.

Kyle finally found the room you were in, gasping at the sight of one of his frat brother's with his pants down, hovering over you.

"Hey!" Kyle roared, immediately ripping Archie away from your unconscious body. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Archie held his hands up in surrender, stuttering nonsense. "Hey, hey, she wanted it! She wanted it!"

"She's fuckin' unconscious, you asshole!"

Kyle brought his clenched fist back, extending it forward with all his might onto Archie's face, over and over and over and over…

"Kyle…"

Kyle snapped his head back towards you, seeing you stir, and he quickly rushed to you, releasing a bloodied Archie and letting him fall to the floor with his now broken face.

"Y/N…Y/N…" Kyle whispered, craddling your face gently. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Kyle looked you over, sighing in relief as your undergarments were still intact. He made it time, thank god… "Let's get outta here, yeah?"

Kyle pulled your delicate body into his arms, lifting you up and carrying you back to your dorm. "You're safe now…you're safe now." Kyle lowered you onto your bed.

"Where am I?" You mumbled.

"You're back at your dorm."

Your eyes widened, shouting and bolting upright. "Archie! Where is he?!"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Kyle cooed. "I stopped him before he could do anything."

You teared up, quickly bringing him closer into your arms. "Thank you…thank you." You cried.

"I'd never let anyone hurt you." Kyle whispered. "I'll let you get some rest…"

Kyle went to stand up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand. "Wait…don't go, please…"

Kyle nodded, laying down beside you and holding you close in his arms.

"I'll never leave you."

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#american horror story #kyle spencer #ahs coven #kyle spencer x reader

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gotmetalkinginmysleep · 5 years ago

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Imagine if you’d had a super hard day at work and then you got home (finally) and the complete dick who lives next door gives you shit about your apartments noise levels and when you told your bf Namjoon about it he responded by picking you bodily up, carrying you to the wall closest to the next door neighbours apartment and then proceeded to fuck you AS LOUDLY AS POSSIBLE against it.

OMG Edie… How did you know I needed this?

Readers: This contains SMUT and it’s a request from Edie, so I’m not going to be gentle.

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Your day has been shitty. Not only did you need to travel across the city on a crammed underground train, but some jerk spilt coffee down your blouse meaning you had to wear your gym top underneath your blazer all day. Your day ended with you being the only one in the office but at least it meant the train wasn’t packed for your route home. As it was late you decided to stop by the local takeout place, grabbing some noodles for you and Joon.

Joon decided to work from home for a few days, and although he was pretty helpful when it came to things around the house, he would get so in the zone in his studio that he’d forget to eat. Something you’d learned since moving into his apartment.

As the lift opened to your floor, you found a face you really didn’t want to see today. Your neighbour. He had a habit of complaining about noise in the apartment, saying you were stomping around when in fact your shoes get left at the door. A month ago the complaints about noise had become so bad Joon had the studio and bedrooms soundproofed, for peace of mind.

“Would you mind telling your husband to keep it down?” your neighbour snapped as they entered the lift before you could even leave.

“I’m sorry Mr Lee. I’ll discuss it with him.” you bow in apology as you walk around him hoping that you could avoid continued confrontation. That’s until he blocked the lift door with his hand.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. I thought you had your apartment soundproofed,” he snapped.

“We did Mr Lee,” ensuring you maintained your polite levels when speaking to your elder, “It was installed last month. My Boyfriend wanted it anyway so he could work from home more.” Adding in a nice subtle correction.

“Well, you obviously chose a poor service. I recommend you have it redone. You’re upsetting my plants,” and he releases the door before you could even apologise once more. If the corridor was soundproofed you would’ve screamed, but you just hauled your bags and walked the final few metres to safety and the comfort of your own home.

Kicking off your shoes thankful to remove the heels after a day of rushing around, you hauled your bags to the kitchen before heading upstairs to the mezzanine floor. You gently knocked the door of the studio before opening it, peering in to see Joon with his headphones on. Clearly not making any noise at all in his now soundproof box. You roll your eyes, thinking about your rude neighbour and head to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes suddenly remembering you hadn’t washed any lounge pants.

“Oh fuck it,” you shout, throwing your skirt to the wash basket leaving you in your pants. You throw off your bra to join the skirt as well as your coffee-stained blouse and gym top. You grab the nearest clean tee being one of Joon’s favourites, skimming your thighs as you pull the oversized fabric over your frame. You wash your face to rid of the daily grime before brushing your hair into a top knot and padding back to the studio.

“Food Babe,” you shout around the studio door noticing him beginning to turn in his chair but you didn’t wait for him to respond. You headed back downstairs to dish out food and pack the groceries. You were moving like a demon, obviously frustrated with your day and could not wait to get into the comfort of your bed with an episode or two of Queer Eye.

Joon turns up standing right behind you, watching you stomp around the kitchen as you grab chopsticks and spoons for your ramen take out.

“Would you like a drink Babe?” he asks reaching in the cupboard for glasses.

“Oh, please. Make it strong,” you say desperate for it.

Joon stops reaching for the orange juice carton, your usual drink of an evening and grabs the cranberry instead before heading to the freezer for your Polish Vodka and a handful of ice. He makes you a tall vodka cranberry complete with a straw so you could stir.

“Did I ever tell you how hard it is to watch you walk around in my clothes?” Joon tries to lighten the mood but you just chunter to yourself instead. “Hard day?” he asks as you trade your drink for his food.

“Ugh,” is all you can muster as you slurp down your entire drink finishing it in seconds and heading back to the freezer to make another.

He places the lid back on both your noodles, figuring that food was the last thing on your mind right now.

“What’s up?” he asks, leaning on the counter watching you make your second drink.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you’re placing the carton and vodka back to their homes.

Joon’s watching you. Something is up. You don’t normally clam up like this. He follows you, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you against his firm chest as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Babe. Tell me please.” Placing a chaste kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder breathing in your perfume. You can feel his semi against your ass but you do know what happens when you wear his clothes. Nothing unusual there.

You let out an audible sigh and he physically feels it as your shoulders lax.

“It’s just been one thing after another today. And then apparently I need to have a word with my ‘Husband’ about the noise.”

Joon groans out loud, eyes rolling and uprighting himself at the thought. He knows what you’re about to say and cuts you off.

“Not again. You must be kidding. We had the studio soundproofed. What more does he want?”

You turn in his arms to look at him, shrugging in the process.

“What can I say? Perhaps these walls are thinner than we thought. Perhaps we should…”

He stops you right here, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips.

“What’s that for?” you look shocked at him, eyes wide from the spontaneity as you pull away from him.

“If he wants something to complain about… let’s make sure he knows my fucking name.”

Joon returns his soft plump lips to yours, almost hungrier than before as his hold pulls you closer to his body. The atmosphere quickly filling you with excitement as you reach up to him, your neck exposed as he presses kisses to the sensitive spots filling you with pleasure as your frustration fuels you. You grab his hat and launch it across the room, pulling up his oversized hoodie to encourage him to remove it.

He pulls it off in one clean sweep dropping it to the floor as he starts backing you up to the wall. His white tee clinging to all the right places making his chest look broad and his hair tousled. He brushes his hand through his locks to straighten it out.

“Hey, Siri. Play ‘Or Nah’ by Ty Dolla $ign,” he shouts across the room to the Homepod.

“Hey, Siri. Repeat this track” he commands as it begins to play. He’s staring you down now like you’re his prey. Your back hits the wall and you’re pooling with how intense Joon’s become so quickly.

He throws you his quirked eyebrow rise while biting his cheek before he grasps your thighs, throwing a leg over each forearm as he hoists you up to his height. He presses against you, rubbing against your black underwear soaking it by the second.

He leans into you, lips gently gracing your neck as he works your pulse. Turning his head slightly he shouts one more command.

“Hey, Siri. Volume 50%.”

The bass begins to reverberate through the apartment and you can feel every vibration through the wall. He turns back to you, issuing instructions into your ear.

“Babe. I need you to be loud. Think you can do that?” You nod at him, bottom lip between your teeth thanks to the pleasurable friction his clothed hard-on is rolling against your folds already. Your eyes closed, listening to every word and vibration.

“Good girl,” he breathes as he bites down on to your neck, marking you in a purple hue.

“Ah fuck,” You groan as he continues to mark your neck.

“Louder than that baby,” he all he says between each bite, making a trail along your skin.

You remove him from his shorts, after your frustrating day you’re tired of having to wait. Taking him in your hand as you spit in the other, sliding your wet palm over the tip before gripping and sliding down his length. Joon begins to breathe heavier with every pump of your hand, pre-cum oozing from the tip as it collects on your thumb. You pull your briefs to the side as you angle him to your entrance, smearing the precum all over your glistening folds.

“You’re eager Babygirl,” he coos.

“FUCK ME ALREADY,” you pretty much shout it at him making it heard over the music.

Without even waiting for you to prepare he drops you onto him, right down to the hilt.

“Fuck Joon,” you groan, head slammed against the wall as you adjust.

“Louder,” he growls in your ear as he starts to grind against your hips tantalisingly. The music track starting again as Joon follows it’s rhythm.

You begin to whimper, moan and whine with every movement he submits you to. His breathing heavy and ragged. Sweat on his brow from the heat between you as you’re grasping at him, nails digging into his back through his tee.

“You feel so good babe,” He starts to encourage you to talk again, “But I need to switch positions.”

He lowers you to the floor and you’re groaning at the loss as he withdraws. He spins you around angling your back with a press of his large palm stroking slowly from your shoulder to your ass. Your arms supporting yourself on the wall as you lean against it, pushing your ass up into the air.

He follows his hand crouching behind you as you’re bent over, legs spread and panties still pulled to the side. You see him toying with your folds, his long digits circling over your clit as he watches your face from between your legs. Your breathing is ragged, ready to for him to be inside you once more but he teases you by dipping his fingers in and back to your clit, spreading your arousal around your sex. Your mouth drops open, seeking air with every rotation of your clit. Your eyes close as a familiar ache returns in your stomach, a tightening as he continues to play with your sensitivity.

“Joon,” you mewl.

“Louder,” he responds as he takes one fat lick across your folds from clit to entrance.

“Joon,” you cry.

A slap lands on your ass cheek as he instructs, “Louder,” making you shriek out, “JOON!”

“That’s more like it,” he says as he stands once more, swiping his cock at your entrance before thrusting into you.

“OH MY GOD,” you scream. Having Joon take you from behind was always an overwhelming experience as his tall angle would always hit just the right spot.

“That’s a bit extreme babe,” he chortles, “Joon will do.”

“DADDY FUCK,” you cry as he begins pounding into you, his fingers still circling your clit.

He growls from behind, “FUCK BABYGIRL. I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME DADDY.” He shouts it to encourage your screaming. The track staring once again.

He becomes relentless, not even teasing you with his movements. His other palm resting against the wall as he deepens into you. Thrusting so hard you try to protect your head from hitting the wall. His cock pressing your bundle of nerves with every push forward, while he continues to wind your clit with his fingers. Your insides tightening with every thrust and rotation bringing you closer to your high. His cheeks are sucked in as he watches where you’re joined. His cock getting drenched in your arousal with every snap of his hips.

“JOON. SHHHit..” you lose your trail of thought as the feeling of your nearing orgasm begins to show. Throbbing deep inside as you feel the excitement gathering in your lower stomach.

“YES BABY?” He shouts over the music. Bringing you back into the room.

“I’M GONNA CUM. FUUUU…” your body so tight it needs the release. The tension is so tight that it begins to burn.

“GOOD. CUM ON MY COCK.” He shouts over the music, making sure he’s heard through the floor and walls. “CUM FOR DADDY��.

Just like he commanded it from your body, your insides snap throwing you into orgasm, but before you do briefly remember the task at hand. As your body fills with pleasure, sending you shivering, you cry out at the top of your voice.

“KIM NAMJOON!” Making sure to scream his full name for your nosey neighbours.

“FUCK,” he groans loudly behind you as he feels you milking him for all he’s worth. Your walls spasming around him as he spills into you. Fucking you both through your mutual orgasms before shivers flow down his spine, shaking off the pleasure to bring you back to reality.

“Siri, Stop,” he shouts over to the Homepod. As the music stops he covers you back over with his tee you’re wearing and puts himself back inside his shorts, immediately hearing a thudding at your door. You rise into Joon’s arms pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you both burst into fits of laughter.

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keeroo92 · 5 years ago

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Be My Nightmare Ch15

Run

The usual blood/gore warnings apply, plus mentions of alcoholism and *gasp* sex.

Word Count - 5,950

~~~~Previous Chapter~~~~

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~~~~Reader~~~~

Ugh… why is it so hot in here?

You blinked your eyes and groaned, licking your dry lips as a pounding headache announced its presence. The familiar weight of blankets pressed upon your body, but something wasn’t right. The texture was off, like a layer was missing…

What happened to my shirt?

For that matter, why did your mouth taste like salt?

Oh shit.

The memories of the night prior flooded your mind, hazy and confused but clear enough to explain the flavor on your lips. Dinner, whiskey and drinking games, and…

Oh SHIT.

Bedding rustled as you rolled over with a grimace, expecting to find a certain murderous artist by your side. Instead, you found only empty space; the other side of the bed didn’t appear to have been disturbed all night. Was that a good sign, or a bad one?

It didn’t matter. First order of business was getting coffee and some ibuprofen. Everything else would have to wait.

You took your time clambering out of bed, muttering expletives with each motion. The neutral walls and unobtrusive decor did little to ease the urge to vomit, but it was the stairs that made you pause, remembering how you struggled with them last night.

Just take it slow. One step at a time.

By the time you reached the last step, your hands were screaming to release the railing. Even so, you waited a moment to regain your balance before acquiescing.

Your tired eyes scanned the familiar shapes of your apartment, searching for a head of tousled ebony locks. He couldn’t have left, could he? Where would he go? Was he out killing someone right this very moment?

You couldn’t discount the possibility as you found no trace of the man.

Goddamnit, V! After everything I’ve done to cover your ass…

How could he be so stupid?! If anyone saw him and recognized him, he’d end up right back in police custody! It didn’t make any sense to take the risk, what the hell was he thinking?

You pulled out your phone and opened your email, tapping at the painfully bright screen until you found what you were looking for. It was a long shot, but you were desperate. It might already be too late, you might just make everything worse, but at this point you were screwed anyway.

You pursed your lips and waited, eyes locked on the screen as if you could make him answer through sheer force of will. Every second he failed to respond heightened your anxiety, innumerable disastrous scenarios playing like a sick film in your imagination. Not since junior high had you been so anxious to hear from someone. Damn him!

Releasing a huff of annoyance, you forced yourself to set the phone down and make coffee. The pounding of your headache wasn’t going to fade unless you took action, and you needed to be able to focus and think clearly. Getting emotional helped nobody.

As you readied the coffee machine, ears perked in case your phone alerted you to a response, you noticed something odd. The dishes from last night’s dinner were clean, sitting on the drying rack as if you’d scrubbed them in your sleep.

The madman had cleaned up.

But something was missing.

He stole my sharpest knife. Fuck.

Your head swam and sweat dotted your palms. He might have taken it just as a precaution, but more likely he was out making another art piece. What message was he crafting? No doubt you’d find out sooner or later; the police would probably be in touch once the scene was discovered. At least he did his work in private areas, that lessened the chance he’d be caught in the act.

But still.

You sighed, hoping against hope that he was safe as you poured a cup of dark roast and took a sip. Bitter and strong, just how you liked it. A dose of ibuprofen accompanied the next gulp.

I’m not an idiot teenager. Sitting here and waiting won’t make a difference.

Even so, a moment later you checked your phone. Still no response. Damn him!

Part of you wanted to scream and throw the slim device against the wall. Another part wished for nothing more than a good cry. A whirlwind of emotions, swirling like a tempest at sea, leaving you to battle the waves or drown beneath them.

What if he has another episode? There’s no one there to help him and make sure he’s okay.

Going catatonic at the wrong time may lead to his death. Crossing the street, driving a car, even stalking his prey could leave him exposed and at risk. Heaven forbid it happened in the middle of his creative process; his victim would have the perfect chance to turn the tables and kill him.

But what could you do to prevent it? How could you keep him safe?

Not to mention the fact that maybe he wouldn’t welcome your aid. It was possible he left with no intention of returning, abandoning you like all the rest. All you’d have to remind you of his presence would be the sketches from his sessions and the absence of your knife. It’d be like he never existed at all, the puzzle of his mind left unsolved.

A tight ball of grief twisted your heart, pins pricking at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat. After all the people who’d turned their back on you, it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that the artist did the same. What did you have to offer him, anyway? You should’ve expected it, been ready for it. Why did it always hurt so damned much?

I should just turn myself in… what’s the point anymore? I can’t fix myself; I’m going to be broken forever. No one would miss me anyway.

The thought sent a dagger into your chest, the blade twisting and shredding the last remnants of hope you held. What a stupid thing, to hope. It only brought more pain. Better to accept things the way they were than waste time striving for something better.

Sniffling quietly, you stepped away from the kitchen to part the curtains and grimace at the bright street below, just in case you could spot him. The area you lived in wasn’t crowded; the peace and seclusion brought you comfort in the past. Today, it only hammered home how very alone you were.

Another glance at your phone. Still nothing.

He’s gone.

Your shoulders curled inward as a single, strangled sob broke free. Blinking back pointless tears, you swallowed and released a shaky breath, fighting to remain in control. Old habits died hard, and crying wasn’t something you’d allowed yourself to indulge in for many years. Even as you were dying inside, you refused to let the agony show.

Stop it, Y/N. Think about something else, pull yourself together.

A dark sedan caught your teary eyes. Unfamiliar and parked a few spaces down from your own old beater of a car, it seemed out of place somehow. Like it didn’t belong; an outlier. You pursed your lips and looked closer, letting the puzzle of its presence distract you from your aching soul. Why did it stand out so much?

It’s too clean.

Indeed, the vehicle shone with its lack of filth. In a city with a grand total of two car washes, a clean car was a rare sight. Whoever drove it must have an interesting list of priorities.

Wait… it couldn’t be.

Your focus narrowed on the license plate. From that distance, it wasn’t easy to tell, but the spacing of the digits left a strange void. Right where the three letters that mark all undercover law enforcement vehicles could be found. XMT.

Exempt.

“You gotta be shitting me,” you murmured, stunned. Cops. Here, at your home.

I’m under police surveillance.

You stumbled back from the window, heart racing. Did they already have V in custody? Had he sold you out? What the hell made the cops think you merited surveillance? You’d been so careful to play along, something must have happened for them to suddenly be paying attention to you.

Not that they were wrong.

You couldn’t help but release a peal of manic laughter. This was your life now, watched by the authorities and worrying about the well-being of a man who left you behind. Pitiful.

I can’t do this, I just can’t.

V was right; you’d been hiding for decades. Concealing your flaws as best you could in the hope that you could one day heal them. Pretending to be all right when you were anything but. You’d grown so accustomed to the mask you didn’t even know what was behind it anymore.

Your body hit the counter, the sturdy structure supporting your spine as you slid to the floor. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around your knees and curled inwards, cocooning yourself as best you could.

With your life in the state it was in, what was the point of it all? Coming back from this disaster would be near impossible. Just thinking about it made your legs feel like lead. An uphill battle to be fought alone was all that awaited you in the weeks to come. Who in their right mind would come to your aid? No; you had no allies. Others couldn’t be trusted, anyway.

V had abandoned you. Kotomi betrayed you, and Malphas… Malphas simply couldn’t be bothered. He hadn’t reached out a single time since your suspension. He obviously didn’t care about you, and he was far too intelligent not to know what really happened on the day of the fire. No, he knew. He just thought Kotomi was more worthy of his protection than you were.

And those were just the people who’d walked away in the last month and a half.

A humorless laugh split your lips. Maybe your dad was right all along.

Once they get what they want, the people I care about will forget I ever existed. Caring only brings pain.

~~~~V~~~~

Elegant fingers clutched a paper bag in a tight grip, green eyes scanning the block for any sign of danger. He didn’t think there was any reason to fear, but one could never be too careful. The knife in his pocket comforted his nerves as he crossed the last intersection and peered into the parking lot or your apartment complex.

Odd. I don’t recall that car.

His errand hadn’t taken long, perhaps twenty minutes if he were being generous. All his friends begged him to stay put, but their warnings fell on deaf ears. You really didn’t stock your kitchen well, and after last night you’d need a solid breakfast.

Beanie pulled tight against his scalp, V longed to tear it off and scratch away the irritation it brought. He’d tucked his locks within it and borrowed a hoodie from your closet to hide his tattoos. So far, it had been enough to disguise him, but this newcomer made him pause.

Tinted windows. Shadowy outlines of two figures in the front. The vehicle was parked in the ideal spot to watch the front door of the building; it would be impossible to enter without being seen. While he couldn’t be sure who occupied the car, it simply wasn’t worth the risk.

The artist withdrew, traversing the sidewalk beside your building and thanking his lucky stars for the shrubbery that hid him from view. An urge to look over his shoulder swept through his mind, but he ignored it. If someone was watching, it would only make him seem more suspicious. Better to appear unconcerned, as if he belonged here.

If one cannot avoid being seen, one can still avoid standing out.

From what he recalled, your apartment was in the south east corner, two floors up. With only one entrance on ground level, he'd need to get creative to find a way back to you.

He smirked. Creativity wasn’t something he struggled with.

Within moments he found salvation; an iron wrought fire escape firmly anchored on the eastern wall. He climbed it quickly. Surely you were awake by now, and hopefully coherent enough to let him in. If not, he could settle in and wait.

Yet through the gauzy curtains covering your window, he spotted you. Curled up on the floor in the kitchen, head bowed. Likely due to the hangover you were sure to be suffering from. Perhaps he should’ve stopped you sooner last night. He tapped the glass with his free hand.

The look on your face as you lifted your head stopped his breath. Vacant eyes, tear tracks on your cheeks on either side of your red and runny nose. It was a look he knew intimately, one of grief and mourning. He’d seen it on his own features for many months after Nero’s passing.

Whatever happened to summon such an expression of sorrow would meet the end of his blade. Quickly.

He tapped the glass again, rewarded when your face shifted to recognition. Those delectable fingers he so adored tasting wiped away tears as you came to let him in.

“Where were you?” you asked the moment he was inside. “Is that my sweater?”

This is a waste of time. She’s more trouble than she’s worth.

The artist clenched his hands and growled. “Stay out of it.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, setting his package on the nearby countertop. “Not you; Vergil was being rude.”

You sniffled, dewy eyed and with fidgeting hands . “Right. S- so, where did you go?”

“It doesn’t matter. What’s wrong?”

The blade in his pocket called to him, urging him to wield it against your foes. He would not allow anything to interfere with his plans for you, not when you were making such excellent progress.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing,” you said dismissively. “What’s in the bag?”

It was obvious you were not fine, but pressing the issue might do more harm than good. Better to distract you and ask again later, when you were calm. “Here, let me show you.”

Your eyes went wide as he unwrapped the chunk of meat. Blood dripped from the tissue he’d used to wrap it and beautifully soaked the counter with his favorite shade of crimson. If only he had a camera handy…

“That’s not… human, is it?”

Griffon’s raucous laughter filled his mind, but V only smirked. “Bovine, actually.”

“Ohthankgod…”

At that, he did chuckle. While the human form made a splendid canvas, it didn’t appeal to him as a meal. He had his limits. “I thought I could make you breakfast.”

As if your strings had been cut, you fell into one of the chairs by the counter and stared at him incredulously. “Breakfast… you risked being seen… to make me breakfast.”

He scoffed and reached for a frying pan, flicking the stovetop on with his free hand. “Indeed, though I wouldn’t call it a risk. I wore a disguise.”

You pursed your lips as he seasoned the meat. “You mean my bright orange volleyball sweater? Yeah, you are the epitome of discretion.”

An undercurrent of irritation spoiled your teasing statement. Shadow growled her displeasure and V clenched his jaw. Here he was trying to do something thoughtful and kind, and you only got upset with him. Vergil would surely tease him about it later. Wonderful.

“Sorry. I just... “ you murmured. “I just didn’t know if you were coming back, and-”

“And you think so little of me that you imagined I’d abandoned you?” he snapped, setting aside the spatula and turning to face you. Breakfast could wait.

You refused to meet his eyes, a stony expression locked in place like a barrier against his annoyance. “Why not? Everyone else has.”

There, she gave you the perfect opening. Leave now and don’t look back.

Yeah, even I say it’s bail time. Gotta draw the line somewhere, pal.

His patience shattered. The artist slammed his palms on the counter with an animalistic snarl, barely noticing how you jumped. “ENOUGH! My decision is made and I will not hear any further protests! Aid me or be silent, all of you!” he roared.

For several seconds, the only sound in your spacious apartment was his panting breath. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heart pounding in preparation to do battle, yet it seemed his friends would abide. For now.

He released a long sigh and tore the accursed beanie from his scalp, ruffling his hair to relieve the itchiness. Your sweater wasn’t far behind. A twitch of his slim wrist and the stove was off, waiting until the mood befitted a meal.

“I must apologize. My friends are quite insistent at times, but in this they cannot sway me,” he began, circling the counter to sit beside you. He peeked through his dark hair to meet your eyes, still wary but warming with each word he spoke. “Forgive my boldness, but I’m not going anywhere.”

You sniffled and offered a subdued smile. “Leave a damned note next time, okay?”

He hummed his agreement and offered his palm. “Deal. Now, come help me with breakfast.”

~~~~Reader~~~~

You spent the next half hour watching V orchestrate a feast. He moved like a dancer through the kitchen, practiced hands flying as he flipped a massive omelet and expertly seared meat. A content smile graced his full lips as he cooked; the man was truly at his happiest when being creative.

The best help you could offer was staying out of his way.

Not to say he let you sit back and idly watch; not at all. He had you chop vegetables and set the table, taking the chance to touch your shoulder or waist when you were close enough. It was peaceful, like an island in the tempest raging around you. If only things could be like this every day.

But you were a realist, and eventually you couldn’t keep from shattering the illusion.

“So I take it you saw the cops outside? That’s why you took the fire escape, right?”

V frowned as he dished up your half of the omelet. “I wasn’t sure they were cops, but caution seemed prudent.”

You sighed and carried the very full plates to the table, silverware and napkins already prepared. The savory scent of steak brought a flood to your mouth as you took your seat. “Yeah, I think I’m under surveillance.”

The sting of it still hurt. Tony and Nico seemed like nice people, but one of them must have suspicions. It was only a matter of time before the house of cards came tumbling down. All it would take was a moment of inattention, V walking by a window at the wrong moment or getting spotted on his way back inside; it was foolish to imagine he wouldn’t go out again.

So. Options.

“I think our best play is for me to leave. Since they’re watching me, they should follow. Then, you can leave and find somewhere else to lay low.”

The artist smirked, taking a bite of fluffy eggs. “I could just dispose of the issue.”

You shook your head and cut off a chunk of meat, moaning quietly at the exquisite flavor. “No, this looks above board. They’d just send more cops and get more suspicious.”

Not to mention all the other reasons murder isn’t the right way to solve your problems...

Before he could reply, a sharp knock on the door stole your attention. Your eyes and V’s went wide in unison, though his hand hovered by his pocket far too quickly for your liking. He still hadn’t returned your knife…

“Squirt, it’s me! I know you’re home, saw your car.”

Ice filled your veins. He wouldn’t leave without getting whatever he came for, he never did. Damnit, of all the times he could've picked to randomly show up! Was he drunk? What the fuck did he want? You sighed.

“It’s my father. Take your plate and go upstairs. I’ll get him to leave as soon as I can.”

The artist’s eyes flashed. “The drinker?”

“Yes, just go! He can’t find out you’re here.”

His nostrils flared, jaw tight. His posture reminded you forcefully that he wasn’t just some guy you had over for breakfast; this was a serial killer with untold amounts of blood on his hands. A man mentally unstable enough to be sent to a psychiatric hospital, with frequent auditory and occasional visual hallucinations. “Unpredictable and dangerous” was putting it mildly.

Though, some problems can be solved with murder.

“Just say the word, you’ll never have to deal with him again.”

Instead of answering him, you stood and headed for the door. Following your instructions at last, V ascended the stairs with a frown. He’d just have to deal with it, it’s not like these were normal circumstances.

With your best false smile in place, you opened the door. “Hi dad. What are you doing here?”

Greasy brown hair covered a growing bald patch on his scalp. A beer gut bulged out from his flannel tee, a stench of Miller radiating from him like cheap drugstore cologne. A few days worth of stubble cast a shadow on his jaw.

At least he’s not covered in vomit.

“Heya, squirt! You gonna invite me in?”

Do I have a choice?

“Yeah, of course. Come in.”

You made it a point to not socialize with him unless he initiated. There was too much bad blood, too many tainted memories and half-hearted apologies. He was beyond forgiveness and you were done trying to build a bridge when he insisted on burning it down. The most you’d grant him was civility, if only to avoid outright conflict.

“Nice place. Kinda too perfect, though.”

Ten seconds in, and already he’d insulted you. Not a new record, but close. “I like it this way. Uh, what… what are you doing here?”

He shot you a lopsided grin, displaying his yellowed teeth. “Can’t a father visit his genius daughter? C’mon, let’s catch up. You got anything to drink?”

Not after last night, no.

But you let him see for himself. He wouldn’t take your word for it if you tried, anyway. Like many alcoholics, he always believed himself to be the victim of persecution. As if it excused his rotten behavior.

“Nothing?” he said at last, closing the final cupboard. “Damn, you’re lame…”

“S- sorry. Maybe we can go out instead?”

It set your teeth on edge to hear yourself stutter. In high school, it’d been the main reason you got picked on, along with your father’s history. It wasn’t easy to escape the blight of sharing blood with the man. Just one night, a mere handful of hours to keep your secrets hidden. You could tolerate him that long, surely.

“Nah, how about you just run to the store and get me something like a good girl?”

Don’t you call me that. Don’t you dare call me that.

You bit your tongue. Emotions were just a chemical reaction; you were in control. He just stimulated the neurons that brought this feeling on, it wasn’t like he had any actual power over you. Not anymore.

“Look, this, uh, this isn’t really a good time for me. Can we catch up later this week?” you replied. A mask of neutrality paralyzed your face, but inside you were screaming.

Get out! Get out of my home, this place is mine and I won’t let you ruin it! Haven’t you done enough damage?

You knew better than to let the words take shape as your father settled into your couch, propping his legs up and sighing happily. “Truth is, I got evicted. Got nowhere else to go, so figured I’d stay with you until I get back on my feet. Hell, you could even help me get going like you used to.”

Never had V’s method of solving problems appealed to you more. It didn’t matter how much you wanted him to leave - you would never agree to be his accomplice again. “What about a hotel? My couch isn’t that comfortable.”

He chuckled, gesturing dismissively as if your words held no weight. “S’fine, I’ll take the bed. Oh, is that steak? Awesome!”

1000… 993… 986…

The sound of his chewing and happy moans barely preceded V’s footsteps.

No, no, nonono! What are you doing?! You idiot!

“Good evening,” the artist began, approaching your father’s meat-stuffed face with his own plate in hand. Though his expression was still, sparks of rage flickered in his green depths and his hand twitched toward his pocket. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough already…

“Uh, hi? Who are you?”

One metaphorically bloodstained hand extended over the table to shake the equally morally questionable hand of your kin. “You can call me V.”

“Heh. V. Weird name. You sleeping with my daughter?”

Someone please just kill me. I’m so fucking done.

It wasn’t embarrassment that made you purse your lips as V sat down. It was the knowledge of what would inevitably come out of your father’s lips and the potentially atomic reaction it would elicit from V.

“More or less,” replied the artist, taking a bite of his own steak.

Your father glanced at you and smirked, as if to say ‘watch this’. A sinkhole opened in your stomach as he licked his lips. This was it, train wreck in five, four, three...

“You sure you want her? She’s kinda… well... “ his voice dropped. “She’s kinda nuts.”

A flash of silver, copper staining the air as fresh blood soaked your table. Maniacal laughter and a twisted sense of relief, that at least you’d never have to hear his voice again, endure his insults or manipulations…

That was what you expected.

You did not expect V to laugh and wave you over, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively the moment you were close enough. You did not expect him to smile at you fondly and never would you have imagined his response.

“I know. That’s why I love her.”

Intricately tattooed fingers brought your hand to the artist’s lips for a kiss. You barely made it to the chair beside him before your legs refused to support you. Love… Is that what he called it? It had to be an act, some scheme to throw off your father.

He can’t be serious.

“You got some fucking shitty taste in women, then, my friend. The last guy she was with wound up dead, the one before that still can’t walk properly.”

Beneath the table, V’s hand clenched yours in a vice-like grip. His wrist kept twitching, closer to his pocket where your knife still resided. It took all your strength to pull him back.

“Dad, knock it off. Let’s get you a hotel room, we can talk tomorrow.”

He took another bite and grinned. “Whasamatter? Don’t want me talking to your newest boy-toy?”

V’s grip tightened. You winced but refused to pull away, lest he lose control. How long had it been since he killed? Most killers had a pattern, a time frame. If he were overdue, restraining it would be even more difficult.

Defuse, deflect, de-escalate.

An obviously fake laugh found its way past your lips. “Aw, don’t worry. I’ll always be a daddy’s girl.”

The source for half of your genetic material burped and polished off the last bite of steak, chewing open-jawed as if trying to catch flies. “Good girl,” he said.

That time, it was your hand that twitched closer to the blade.

By all rights, you knew he was toying with you. Playing with your fucked-up head and sending it spinning, like a child’s top or a carousel. It was his standard opening move; destroy any existing emotional framework and get you to revert to being his “good girl”. Burn you to ash so he could rebuild you however he pleased. Remind you of how powerless you were and how easily he could ruin everything you built.

Angry tears prickled at your eyes, a baseball blooming into existence where your vocal cords were supposed to be. If you clenched your teeth any harder, you’d crack a molar. Every ounce of self-control and restraint went into withholding a scream.

~~~~V~~~~

Your father was perhaps the most magnificent canvas he’d ever seen. The sheer volume of ways he wanted to carve the man into pieces outnumbered the entirety of his portfolio. A slice here, a stab there, how delicious would it be to make the man eat his own eyeballs? His steaming entrails spilling onto the floor, his still-beating heart visible through the hole artistically positioned across his ribcage; the ideas refused to slow.

But you’d told him long ago not to harm the bastard.

Not yet...

“Let’s get the dishes started and give your father a moment to settle in, hmm?” V commented.

“Works for me. Where’s the remote, squirt?”

“Coffee table,” you ground out.

The instant the abominable man turned away, he pulled you to your feet and grabbed a dish. How would your father’s spleen look on a plate? Or perhaps his cock? The artist hummed; that was an idea worth revisiting.

The kitchen was barely far enough to be considered out of earshot, but it would have to suffice. He licked his lips and asked the first question that came to mind. “Why do you let him speak to you like that?”

A muscle in your cheek clenched as you released his palm, eyes narrowed into a ferocious glare. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Lithe fingers handed you a plate. “I strongly disagree.”

“It’s none of your business.”

Water spewed from the faucet and you commenced scrubbing, using more force than he imagined was required. He handed you the next plate. A knife was next, but he hesitated. It fit so well in his fingers, like it was calling his name…

Do it. Stab her, kill them both and leave. Enough foolishness.

He dropped the knife.

His words still echoed in his mind. “That’s why I love her.”

It wasn’t strictly a lie, but was it the truth? Why else did the monstrosity in the living room still breathe? Why else would he hesitate to slice the fool’s throat open and dance in the gushing fluid?

Yeesh, look what she’s turned you into, Van Gogh. This is just pathetic.

“Stop it,” he muttered, handing you the dropped knife as quickly as possible. The warmth and comfort it brought moments ago was but a memory. Only cold steel remained, foreign and obscene to his grip.

“Stop what?”

Kill her. She is nothing, a plaything you’ve outgrown. You’re free now, she is unnecessary.

He shook his head. Wide jade eyes searched for something safe to view. A cutting board? Perfect for slicing your thighs open. Kitchen shears? Excellent choice for severing tendons. A wine glass - the perfect container to hold your detached fingers.

Just do it, you’ll feel better. Trust us, have we ever led you wrong?

“V? What’s wrong?”

His skull was splitting, too many voices all at once and why wouldn’t they just shut up? Yours was the one life he wished to preserve, why did his friends want to end it? Far away, he heard your voice calling his name, but it was like you were a ghost calling from beyond the veil.

Kill her. Kill her. Kill her…

No!

Dainty hands wrapped around his torso, a warm voice telling him to breathe. He latched on with all he had, desperate to let those arms comfort him and bring him back to himself.

Kill her.

Agony.

Wave after wave of unbearable pain, rolling over him with no end in sight. Like a boulder on a beach, eventually he would wear away into nothingness. He was powerless against the inferno boiling his blood and the spikes digging into his gut.

Kill her.

He lacked the strength to stand and fell to his knees, groaning as he struggled to resist the shining blade glittering in the dishwasher. It would be so easy to end his suffering, all he had to do was take the handle and plunge it into your body. He could do it over and over until nothing remained but holes for him to fuck. To feel you wrapped around him was a persistent fantasy, how divine would it be to create caverns only he would ever enjoy?

“NO!”

The artist lurched to his feet and ran, sprinting to the exit as fast as his long stride would carry him. It didn’t matter that he had no sweater and no beanie, it didn’t matter that the police were right outside, he didn’t care that he would never again taste freedom.

All that mattered was putting distance between himself and you.

~~~~Reader~~~~

You stood in stunned silence as the door swung shut behind V’s departing figure. The sink still sprayed water, ricocheting off a forgotten plate to douse the counter and your stomach but it didn’t matter.

The wanted murderer you’d been giving shelter was gone. Running outside in full view of the police watching you.

Your life was over.

“Fuck…”

Somehow, throughout this whole mess you’d believed you could put your life back together. There was always a path back, always a way to move forward. It wouldn’t be easy, nor quick, but it was still possible.

V had just drenched that chance with gasoline and tossed a lit match on it.

It happened so fast; your hands still hovered where you’d been trying to hold him. Leftover heat from his body warmed the air and his scent lingered in your nostrils like a memory.

“Where’d that loser go? You scare him off?”

Your shell-shocked gaze turned to your father. Everything was fine before he showed up. Did he even know what he’d done? Did he care? “He’s… he’s gone.”

“Good riddance, I say. Now it’s just me and you, like old times.”

Old times…

There was still hope. Maybe the cops were gone, maybe V managed to slip past them. You could still salvage this. You had to at least try.

But… how?

You closed your eyes, mind racing. There were two obstacles you had to deal with; the cops, and your father. Operating on the assumption that all was not lost meant that the cops could be ignored for now. If they were still a factor, it was a moot point.

That left your father.

The man who took less than ten seconds to insult you when he arrived.

The man who coerced you into counting cards as a child.

The man who’d run over a kid in your third grade class.

The man who demanded everything and gave nothing back.

The man who would sell you out as soon as he’d blink.

The old you would have backed down and meekly done as he told you. Gone back to pretending you were okay and that you felt things the same way as everyone else. Accepted his praise and craved more, never imagining there was a different life out there for you.

I can’t- what do I do? What would V do?

You already knew the answer. He’d do what was necessary. The artist would never pretend, he’d tear the mask from his face and scream his defiance to the world. No matter the cost, he would not shy away from it.

No more hiding.

A trembling hand reached into the soapy water and grasped the same blade V stole just hours ago. How fitting, to use it for this.

It’s time to take action.

~~~~Next Chapter~~~~

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nathalie-sancoeur-assistant · 5 years ago

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This is filled w/ spoilers

So here it is, time for me to pull myself together and post all my thoughts and feelings on the new episode into one big long post.

So my overall feelings?

I am upset

Not because it was a bad episode- it was amazing, literally so good- nope, it’s because of Nathalie- but I’ll get into that in a moment. I’m gonna put a read-more here cause this is gonna probably be really long- and could very well be a recap of the whole ep with my commentary.

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First off, when Plagg seemed not to like Adrien’s birthday present for Marinette, he seemed so concerned (these screenshots aren’t going to be very good quality because I REALLY don’t feel like going through all the trouble of making them look nice & take hours on one post)

Look at the little bean! SO concerned. It’s perfect Honeybun, she’ll love it.

Then onto the next scene...

Even during meals, they sit so far away from each other. Why? I’ve often wondered what the point of such a long table with so many chairs could be, especially in a house that’s so big yet so empty. I suppose that it could do well for meetings, but still, this is a family meal, not a company get-together or business meeting with people you have to impress. They have to practically yell at each other to be heard.

Also, look at this

He basically asked Nathalie for approval. “Should I let him?” “Yes sir, I would.” “Very well, Adrien.”

Also, the fact that Gabriel and Lila have the same meeting place each time. He isn’t just driving by hoping to catch her, they have a time and place set up. And the idea that Marinette is a bad influence? Preposterous! But of course, this is Lila.

Screw Lila.

“You work to hard, sir”

Yes Nathalie, I’m sure you know what working to hard feels like. You’re not exactly relaxing, yourself.

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Next scene!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette, would you bring your school bag to me please, I need to check something

Okay so first off, you’re going off of an anonymous tip that one of your best and most well-behaved students (Aside from being late quite often) is a thief and a cheat? And secondly, you really think that she is SO STUPID that if she had taken them knowingly, she wouldn’t have maybe removed them from her bag? Third, why did Marinette not FIND them in her bag before school started, take them out, and maybe call Alya or something.

“That’s impossible Marinette, Lila got the worst grade in the class” not impossible if she stole them after the test- also, way to be subtle on grades. I thought teachers were supposed to keep that stuff relatively undercover.

And Adrien really said “Marinette Rights”

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So.

There’s no sound of crashing.

Lila just yells “Ready?” in the most mischievous voice she can

Then she starts screaming

And no one stopped to think “Hey, not only is Marinette really not known to assault people, but we didn’t hear a single thud that would have sounded like someone falling down the stairs preceding her screams.”

“She keeps calling me a liar, getting the others to gang up against me...” SINCE. WHEN?

Also.

“Oh...I have proof”

How would she have known that the proof was in Marinette’s locker? And again, if she knew, why would she be surprised to find the pendant in Marinette’s locker??

UGH.

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Now we get to the part that started lil miss me to get so upset.

“Are you ready, Nathalie?”

“More than ever.”

She just bounces out from behind him, ready as she’ll ever be.

Look at her

Then she goes on to call him the Almighty Scarlet Moth and I just smh

Awww. She looks like she’s ready to punch those butterflies in the face. You punch those akumas.

Varity Queen? Princess Justice? Oh yeah. I wanna see those.

And now to the scene that hurt me

“What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing, everything's fine! Keep going..”

She was so ready to just fall down and choke while he continued his fight and she would have still loved him if he hadn’t stopped to help her

But this seen makes it so clear

he loves her too

Even if it’s just as a friend and assistant, he loves her. And it just...the voice acting, her voice actor was so good, it physically hurts me to watch that scene. 15/10.

And Tikki yelling at Marinette...well not really yelling...but holy crap, there is a lot riding on this 14 year old girls shoulders when it comes to her own emotions. She’s still learning what some of them are, puberty is far from over with her, so now she just has the added pressure of not being able to feel the natural emotions that occur with hormone fluctuations and righteous anger from being falsely accused without having to be fearful of Hawkmoth’s akuma.

But on the bright side, Alya FINALLY believes Marinette! She may have her flaws and push Mari a bit to much IMO when it comes to Adrien but hey, when it comes right down to it, she’ll stick it out with her pals. A true friend.

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Is that the same doctor we saw at Master Fu’s?

And despite her state, still the only thing she’s thinking about is him, his goals, what he wants- and he’s not even thinking about that right now.

He looks so distraught too. He needs her. But she’s just so laser focused on one thing that she’s not thinking about the other possibilities. Mark my words, her persistence is what’s going to drive him to stop being Hawkmoth.

“I don’t care, Gabriel. I want to help you.” I swear, I’m gonna start crying again. She’s telling him how she feels when she says stuff like that! It’s loud and clear. If he hasn’t seen it by now, when it’s more obvious than Marinette could ever hope to be- then literally nothing but her straight up saying the words “I’m in love with you” is gonna make it click. He has to know!

“Not at that cost! Never at that cost again...” then it cuts to his family portrait.

Why, pray tell, does it cut to his family portrait? Of all things. Why did it cut to anything at all? They didn’t need to go to the trouble of creating a whole new picture to cut to if they didn’t NEED to. It’s saying something. And Im pretty sure that its that he’s not willing to give up Nathalie, not even for Emilie.

I would also like to point out that in that picture, he is wearing blue- but now, he primarily wears red. What is a combination of blue and red? Purple. The color of Nathalie’s suit.

Hmm...

Nathalie: Shh

Me: *handing Nooroo pots and pans*

She’s so desperate to help him- and look at how she treats Duusu. She isn’t being cruel. Duusu just told her “No, you should be resting” and she’s just like “Yeah, but what if I didn’t?” not “Don’t tell me what to do!” or any crap like that. Instead she stops and explains herself. And then Duusu...

No, not it’s not romantic. It’s twisted. I love Gabriel and Nathalie as a pair, but this isn’t a romantic gesture. Nathalie is losing herself in her desperation to help him, get the miraculous, end it once and for all, and her desires to please Gabriel even if it means that he’s not going to want her in the end. She is fighting a losing battle, no matter what happens, she’s going to get the short end of the stick- and it just breaks my heart that she is so willing to throw her life away when there are other ways she could be assisting him that don’t include her deteriortating. That’s why I cried so much during this ep- she wants to prove a point by using this miraculous when it isn’t necessary. And that is why I officially HATE seeing Mayura- because each time she transforms she’s one step closer to falling down and not getting back up.

Also, I thought this scene was super interesting. That’s how she creates a sentimonster? That is so cool.

Moving on, when Adrien pulls out his phone

“I am Mayura, and I’m about to annihilate Ladybug, Mwahahaha!” Points for subtlety, Hon. XD

She’s so cute

“I’ve always gone out of my way to hide my true feelings for you but I just can’t do it anymore” possible foreshadowing? Hmmm?? “Your feelings for me haven’t changed and mine are growing stronger every day” I can’t help but think she was speaking from her own heart in some of that.

And our poor little kitty

So desperate for love, he refuses to believe that

Ladybug wasn’t actually moving on

“She’s so perfect” “I’m nowhere near as perfect as her.”

Also “Senticharm!” *gets big gun blaster thing*

“Lucky Charm!” *gets fork*

Seriously Gabriel and Nathalie belong together at this rate.

“Nathalie?!”

“Nooroo why didn’t you wake me up?” “I couldnt bring myself to you were sleeping so peacefully” because “Im scared of you and Nathalie told me to Shh” wasn’t the right response.

She gets tired even when using the miraculous

And she still goes out in the field

Heeeerrres Hawky!

Legit tho, this is what an anon was talking about earlier from the Gabenath ask meme I did a while back. I said that what I look forin a fanfic would include Hawkmoth needing to save Mayura on the battlefield. And it JUST became canon. Lord have mercy, I think I’ve died XD

Also

“You’re the real monster!”

“Oh, that...you’ll find out very soon” He doesn’t even care tho. Like, where’s all his givacraps fly off to? Oh yeah that’s right they’re akumatizing people, they just keep flying away.

He is huge compared to them. And just going to town trying to whap this 14 year old girl into oblivion. Boy.

��All I need to do is wait a few minutes until you two turn back into regular kids, so fragile, so easy to break” Absolutely no filter. Do you think that’s going to make you seem less like a villain? We don’t say stuff like that! You can’t just take that back! I swear, if you have a redemption arc it had better be Paarthurnax/Zuko-level convincing because there are very few people willing to forgive you after you say things like that with no remorse.

“Release her”

You can’t tell me he doesn’t love her- he sucks at it, but he does. Im really hoping he’ll learn from this mistake and never ask her to use the peacock miraculous again- if she uses it, it has to be on her.

“Don’t mind me” Babe if he doesn’t mind you and you’re discovered then it’s just a hop skip and jump from Hawkmoth being Gabriel Agreste,

He’s carrying her again

Idk if I should focus on how little Nathalie seems to care about how much danger she put herself in or the fact that we have a Gabriel booty close-up

He’s reprimanding her, she starts coughing, her glasses fall off, and he immediately softens up.

Look at that soft look. And the music that’s playing in the background? It’s so...sad..and enhances the way he’s looking at her.

And now.....Adrien

As soon as the adults leave, he growls and the music gets more aggressive. Intimidating.

He is ticked. “Because we’re friends aren’t we?” that was just laced with venom and malice. They say demons run when a good man goes to war.

Well Adrien’s started packing. Lila better watch her step.

And in the end, she basically outed herself as a pathological liar. She admitted it, though she likely didn’t word it that way.

Well, that’s all I have to say. Remember, God made you special and he loves you very much. *veggie tales theme starts playing*

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rkmeiqi · 5 years ago

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[ NOTIFICATION ] VLIVE JUNE 5TH, 2020 @ 11:03PM

Surprise LIVE! AND*ROMA : 춤추자! lets dance! 💎💃

the live starts with a view of one of nova’s practice rooms. meiqi shows up on screen shortly afterwards, waving for the fans and smiling brightly despite the bags under her eyes that show her obvious exhaustion. “hello, everyone!”

she keeps waving as she waits for more people to arrive. the numbers slowly go up and more comments start to fill up the chat, before she finally starts talking. “it’s me, meiqi! this is the first time i’m talking to you guys through vapp, right?”

“where are the other members? i think they should be back at the dorms by now.” meiqi glances at the door that everyone disappeared through a while earlier. “i decided to stay back to talk to you guys and impress you with some dancing! i’ll wait a little longer though, so more of you can join.”

she answers random questions for a few minutes, things like what’s your favourite starbucks drink? (cotton candy frappuccino) and dogs or cats? (both). then, there’s a fan requesting drama recommendations, and meiqi can’t help but promote one of her best friends.

“have you guys watched revenge note 1? isn’t the actress for ho goohee so cool?” meiqi, herself, has been keeping up with the episodes as they come out, watching them before she falls asleep. “everyone, please support eclipse’s anna and watch the webdrama! i promise it’s good!”

meiqi leans in closer, squinting to read the comments. “are you and anna close? yes! me and yerim-ie went to school together and we still talk a lot.” as she speaks, meiqi unlocks her phone and scrolls through her photo album. finding a cute selfie of them, she turns the phone around to show it to the viewers. “this is from the time i went to visit her at a photoshoot for a chicken cf. security almost kicked me out because they thought i was a crazy fan!”

she shows a few other pictures of her and yeri, some from high school and others from the rare times they were able to meet up. she also shows pictures of the food truck she had sent yeri on set of her webdrama, and the selfies with gourmet ice cream that she had received in turn.

after rambling about how much she loves her friend (and probably boring most of the viewers), meiqi remembers what she had initially promised she would do and quickly stands. “right! i said i was gonna dance for you guys. why didn’t you remind me?! you guys just let me go on and on about yeri!”

her laughter rings out as she disappears off camera to plug her phone into the speakers. meiqi presses play and then runs backwards as the first few notes begin to filter through the practice room’s speakers. she takes a few steps back to make sure her entire body is in the frame, and then she’s doing the infamous point dance of up and down.

she’s seen some idols get shy after attempting the dance, but meiqi doesn’t falter once. she’s in her element with this song, this concept. she knows the dance considerably well for someone who hasn’t formally practiced it. that’s not to say meiqi wasn’t blasting it around the dorms for a good week, singing into her toothbrush and dancing in her bed.

she performs it up until the end of the first chorus, before approaching the camera once again with a proud grin. “what do you think?” she asks the viewers as she settles onto the floor again, tilting her head inquisitively. meiqi reads the comments as they come: as expected of meiqi! and jfkdjsjkdg QUEEN. she laughs loudly, basking in the compliments that come in every language. “ah, wait, what did you say? dance meiqi-ne? i like that!”

“are you an olympia? yes, i love luxe! i’ve been following them since they debuted!” meiqi clasps her hands in front of her chest dreamily as she thinks about her favourite group, and now her seniors in the industry. “they have really good music and i think they’re all so pretty! one time, i met ella—i think it was last year during the halloween party. we both dressed up as royalty and she approached me first! it was kind of embarrassing though because i was still technically a trainee and i kept stuttering… but she didn’t make fun of it even once. still, i hope she doesn’t remember that.”

meiqi presses a hand to her forehead, embarrassed that she’s shared one of her weak moments. she’s still smiling, though, giggling even, because she holds the memory dear.

she remembers that she’s doing a vlive and removes her hand so that the fans can get a proper look at her rosy cheeks, and so that she can keep reading the comments.

“what other groups do you like?” meiqi strokes her chin, pretending to think. “and*roma?” she chuckles at her own (poor) joke. truthfully, she doesn’t know if there are other groups that she’s really a fan of; she might like their music or know the members, but no one can compete with luxe. might as well promote herself—though it’s stupid, considering 99.9% of the people watching this live must be fans of the group already.

“show us more dance covers!!! wow, so you guys don’t wanna talk to me, huh?” she purses her lips to hide the teasing smile, but it doesn’t quite work when she reads the onslaught of incoming messages that protest and promise that they enjoy talking to her.

to appease the fans, she pushes herself off the floor and dusts off her shorts. meiqi reaches for her phone and presses shuffle on the playlist she had prepared beforehand. it’s filled with the latest songs that she’s learned and a few older tracks that she likes.

she starts with she’z. to anyone who knows her personally, it might come as a surprise because meiqi has never been a fan of the group. their concept was always too cute for her liking, but their recent releases were right up her alley. unfortunately, she only knows the chorus for dumhdurum, so she fast-forwards the song until then, and starts dancing.

dolls by k.arma is next, another group that meiqi likes. the sophisticated sexiness of the song caught her attention almost immediately upon release. to a lesser extent than luxe’s songs, meiqi has replayed it many times, and after only a handful of times watching the dance, she had picked up on most of it. so, she performs from the beginning until the end of the chorus just as she had done with up and down.

she lets the rest of the song play at a lower volume as she returns to read comments. compliments, compliments, compliments. god, she really loves this. “so cool~ do you know any convex songs? yeah! one sec!”

meiqi searches through her music library and clicks on boom boom. she doesn’t know the choreography as well as the other songs she’s performed, but she thinks she can make it work anyways. besides, she knows the point dance exceptionally well, so she exaggerates that part with a laugh.

she’s having fun. after practicing high heels all of last month, a part of meiqi dreaded being in the practice room. she just associates it with a bad time now, but being able to dance freely to songs she actually likes is oddly liberating. and maybe she just enjoys being praised by faceless strangers who love her.

“oh! there’s also this new group,” meiqi starts once she’s completed the chorus. she taps on gorilla, and raises her voice to be heard over the music. “do you guys know de:code? i went to meet them backstage during promotions because i’ve known seonho since…” meiqi counts on her fingers, but it’s useless. “i actually don’t know. but it’s been a long time! he’s like a little brother to me, so i was shocked when he debuted with such a cool concept!”

cupping her hands around her mouth, meiqi shouts out, “a.c., i’m your biggest fan!” before launching into the chorus’s choreography.

she’s been dancing so energetically for the past half an hour or so, that she’s finally broken a sweat. her breathing is irregular and heavy now, so she rushes to turn off the music. meiqi plops down in front of the camera, making an x with her arms. “no more dancing, guys! i’m so tired!”

catching her breath, she reads through more comments. “what about per_se? i’ll learn their dances properly and show you guys next time, okay? sorry everyone, and sorry to my seniors.” she presses her hands together and bows her head in an apology.

it’s getting late now, and meiqi really needs to return to the dorms. as much as she doesn’t want to leave, wants to continue talking to fans and dancing to her heart's content, she wasn’t lying about being tired.

“i think it’s time to go, everyone. no, don’t leave? what? you guys have to sleep too, you know! not just me!” she runs a hand through her hair, all oily from the sweat of a long day spent practicing. ugh, is it obvious to the fans that she really needs a shower? she sure hopes not.

“i promise we’ll see each other again soon,” she says earnestly. even if she doesn’t plan on going live again for a while (they’re far too busy right now), and*roma is preparing for a comeback. the fans may not know it, but she can assure them that it won’t be long until they’ll see her again.

“goodnight, everyone!” just like she’d started the live, meiqi ends it with a wave and a smile. the manager confirms that it’s over before meiqi falls back onto the floor, letting the day’s exhaustion take over her body. “that was fun,” she says aloud, not listening to whatever the manager responds with. probably something about getting ready to go back to the dorms, or maybe scolding her for talking so much (has it really been over an hour since she went live?).

she hadn’t noticed so much time had passed, a stark difference to recent practices where all meiqi did was count down the hours, minutes, and seconds until they could leave.

it’s true, what they say. fans really do give you motivation.

#sol;#a✰r;june20 #italics are meiqi reading comments!!!#a✰r #tagging bc mentioned #rkyeri #rkella #rkseonho #wc: 1728 #this is sooooo long frick

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chid-sen-gan-blog · 6 years ago

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My Thoughts on GoT 8.01 (“Winterfell”)

So, this is late, but I watched S8, E1 (”Winterfell”) with my Dad and Brother and had some thoughts (these thoughts are from my first time viewing it, but I was too insecure to post them until a magnificent mutual of mine suggested it).

Spoilers, but the warning might be irrelevant by now. Featuring running commentary from my family because they’re amazing.

So, maybe I’m alone, but I’m not that fond of the new opening. Sorry, it just looks cheaper to me than the old one somehow, even though I read somewhere that more money was spent on it

That child climbing a tree gave my entire family and I some serious Bran/Arya nostalgia, as did that Baratheon theme

Arya’s little smile when she saw Jon half filled me with joy, and also half broke my heart. So much has happened since they last saw eachother. So fricking much

Arya looking at the Hound in a parallel to S1, E1 has been found

Non-verbal Gendrya is life

Oh, yay, an obligatory manhood joke to start off the season. Ugh. You know, I’m really tired of them at this point.

So......... can somebody remind me why Tyrion is even here anymore? And how he became the least interesting remaining Lannister by far?

Missandei and Grey Worm’s little “wow, they hate us” look is honestly the best thing. To quote my Brother: “Finally, two people that can take a hint”

Dany is upset at people not kissing her boots - shocker. Look, sweetie, it’s been a rough couple of years for the Northerners. Not to mention the last time they had a Targ in power he burned their liege lord and had his heir strangled. And that Targ was your father. So no duh they’re skeptical

Yeeeeeeaaaaah... I don’t think giving a good portion of the people you’ve supposedly come to “save” heart attacks with your WMD children is the best way to establish you’re a “great�� ruler

SHE SMIRKED THAT LITTLE --!!!

(And the camera lingered on said smirk, hmmm, wonder why...)

Just a little over ten minutes into the episode and I’ve already reached new levels of Dany hatred

Entrance to the Winterfell courtyard parallel to S1, E1 spotted

Jon riding in and seeing Bran is making me cry. Like, the last time he was riding towards a family member was with Rickon, the only “sibling” (aside from Sansa) he thought he had left - only for Rickon to die moments before he reached him. And here’s Bran, his “brother” who he thought was dead up until recently, sitting there alive and (mostly) well, and I just... *sobs uncontrollably*

Compare and contrast how happy Jon is to see Bran vs. how “who cares?” he was when finding out he was alive in S7 and tell me that political!Jon isn’t real. Tell me

... I thought we were supposed to get non-robo-Bran this season, but, so far, I don’t see it

My Dad is honestly cheering because Bran’s looking at Dany all creepily. He’s just thrilled someone’s giving her some variation of the stink-eye

That Jon and Sansa hug is not the same one that was released, and I’m a little disappointed. Let Jon give bear hugs to his entire family 2k19

Sansa/Ned parallels from S1, E1 and I’m loving it

Dany is literally the embodiment of all her stans who thought she and Sansa would be besties and braid eachother’s hair. Sansa is the rest of us who knew better

Bran cutting straight to the point adds years to my life

Sansa running things is my aesthetic

Dany seriously didn’t sit down till Ned Umber called her “my queen” and I’m rolling my eyes. So what if I’m too critical? I’m bitter

I love Jon getting called out if political!Jon isn’t real, but I’m honestly tired of Lyanna Mormont at this point. Sorry, unpopular opinion

......................... is it just me, or has Tyrion become a lot less smart in recent seasons?

Wait until they find out who burnt the loot train * snicker snicker*

Sansa asks practical questions. Dany replies with an answer that basically gives the green light for eating innocent civilians. But, sure, Sansa’s a jerk

My Dad doesn’t even like Sansa and he’s scoffing that Dany couldn’t hold a candle to her when it comes to ruling

Yep, Tyrion’s become a lot less smart. I was right

Bran being creepy is actually great when it’s directed towards Dany and her team

Awwwwwww... Jon and Arya. Don’t screw this up for me, please...

Parellel to Ned/Catelyn in the Godswood in S1, E1, I believe

Seriously, Jon is ecstatic to see his little “sister”. Don’t tell me he would’ve reacted with nonchalance to the news of her being alive if political!Jon isn’t true. Don’t even dare

Am I the only one who’s a little heartbroken that Jon is actually surprised that Arya still had Needle?

So....... I think that “Sansa thinks she’s smarter then everyone” comment was supposed to be an awkward joke. So therefore, I’m not going to get angry

STARK SISTERS AS A UNITED FRONT! YES!!! NED, YOU WOULD BE SO PROUD!!!

Yeah, Jon, don’t forget. I believe in you

I imagine everyone’s probably going to be really angry with Jon, but I kind of feel badly for him. He seems so insecure about everything in this episode. If the parentage reveal happens here, too, I’m a little worried how he’ll take it

My Brother pointed out that Jon’s homecoming in this episode kind of mirrors Jaime’s in S4 and I’m honestly living for it

I missed Cersei. I really did

I missed Yara, I really did

I didn’t miss Euron, not a bit

Wow, the Red Keep feels so lonely and I think that’s the vibe the showrunners were going for. Kudos if it was

Cersei seriously has some of the best lines and Lena Headey is brilliant in her delivery

Euron... yeah. Dude needs help

Oh, so that’s what happened to Ed Sheeran and co. Time to get started on my “I See Fire” tribute

Little parallel to Tyrion in the brothel with Bronn from S1, E1

“Which girl?” Poor Bronn in a world without modern medicine

Um, excuse me, but if you even think of using that crossbow I’ll make sure that Ser Bronn of the Blackwater becomes black and blue

Someone get Cersei her elephants

Okay, so what’s up with the pregnancy? Was it a hoax, or something else...?

THEON!!! Finally stepping up! Finally!

So... anyone else thinking that Yara believes Dany sent Theon to rescue her and that’s why she’s still loyal to this dragon brat?

Tyrion is on and I’m ignoring him.

Davos nooooooooooooo. No marriages!!!

I see you, Varys. I see you showrunners. Nothing lasts, indeed... *laughs evilly*

Aw, what happened to Dany and Sansa braiding eachother’s hair again?

I’m angry at Jon for not defending Sansa. Really. But how much could he actually have done without spelling potential doom for the North? Littlefinger didn’t have dragons. Dany does.

OKAY, NO. THAT WAS A THREAT. A FRICKIN’ THREAT. AND MY FAMILY AND I ARE NOT OKAY WITH IT!!!!!!!!!

........... the dragons are barely eating? Barely? And just how many Northerners could those 29 goats and sheep have fed?

“Um, Dany, giving Jon a dragon might be the dumbest thing you’ve done yet” - My Wonderful Dad

“And that’s saying something” - My Wonderful Brother

Wow, Dany doesn’t give two cents about Jon’s consent. Shocking

Wow, Dany doesn’t give two cents about Rhaegal’s consent. Actually shocking

So... if no one knows how to ride a dragon until they do and you’ve already ridden one so therefore know, give the guy some pointers

Haha you might die. Isn’t that adorable?! *sarcasm sarcasm*

POINTLESS SCENE ENSUES

That boy kept his eyes open, honey. That’s not a good thing.

Drogon and Bran should have a staring contest. My money’s on Bran

(scratch that, my money’s on Jaime and Brienne whenever they see eachother)

Ugh. How many manhood jokes are we going to have before this season’s over?!?!

So... the Hound and Arya’s reunion was kind of underwhelming, imo

Gendrya awwwwww.

Ooh, new weapon. Wonder what it does.

“You don’t know any other rich girls” - Arya // “And with you around he never will.” - My Wonderful Dad

Interesting point my Brother made about Lord Glover always being that guy never wanting to join the fight

Oh, Jon. If political!Jon is true, then stop handling this all on your own. Heck, even if it’s not. Your family is strong as steel. Trust them

Not sure if it’s intentional, but this scene kind of brings to mind shades of Ned and Catelyn in S1, E1 when discussing Ned becoming Hand of the King

Sansa is not helping those vibes. Oh, boy

“Why does everyone who claims Dany will be a good queen sound less like they believe it and more like they’re trying to convince themselves it’s true?” - My Wonderful Brother

SAM!!! MY DEAR CINNAMON ROLL!!! I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!

Oh, shoot. Is this the Tarly reveal? I don’t think an “it was necessary” is going to work this time...

WOW. She didn’t even try to explain her actions. This somehow makes it far worse for me...

Jorah looking guiltier is actually unsettling

You made Sam cry, Dany. The gloves are off. You’re officially irredeemable in my books

Um, has no one wheeled Bran in yet? Like, he’s just been sitting there?

“Waiting for an old friend”? Is it Jaime? It’s got to be Jaime. Wonder if they’ll save the reunion for the end because more parallels

PARENTAGE REVEAL!!! PARENTAGE REVEAL!!!!!!!!

Jon looks so tired all the time in this episode, even with his family. Even if political!Jon isn’t real, Dany certainly isn’t doing him any wonders. And if you say she is, you’re not really watching the show

Awwww, Jon and Sam together again! And Jon is just as happy to see him as his “siblings”! My heart...

“So, are we ever going to find out if Little Sam’s alright, or...?” - My Wonderful Dad

Jon’s reaction to the burning of Sam’s dad and brother is kind of weak, but I”m hoping we get some more of his wrath directed at the source of this fiasco (Dany)

No, Jon. You and Dany aren’t alike in any way. Case and point - how you’ve been talking about how titles don’t matter every two seconds of this episode, while she was about to threaten your “sister” for not “respecting” her. See the difference, sweetie?

PREACH, SAM! PREACH!!!

Um... it probably would’ve been better to lead with Ned’s wasn’t your father than Lyanna’s your mom, but other than that, you’re doing great, Sam

A man from the south tells his northern best friend with a man-bun some game-changing news in a crypt. Sam-Jon, Robert-Ned parallel from S1, E1 achieved

I’m going to take a moment to appreciate how Kit subtly incorporated and conveyed each of the five stages of grief in this scene

“It’s treason”/”It’s the truth”. I mean, maybe it’s just me, but Jon seems almost terrified to hear this news. Which tells me he’s well-aware of how Dany could react to it. Which tells me he’s not as daft as he’s letting on.

“You gave up your crown to save your people. Would she do the same?” Sam knows what’s up and I love him all the more for it

“No, no she wouldn’t” - My Wonderful Dad, Brother, and Less-Wonderful I all at the same time in response to Sam’s query

The score in the back, “Winter is Here”, when “Truth” might’ve been a more ironic, dramatic option - like with the last reveal. Hmmm. I see you, Ramin Djawadi. I see you

Edd! Beric! Tormund! Still stand by the idea that at least one of you should’ve died for emotional weight, but I’m glad to see you.

Okay. The blue eyes joke got a chuckle out of me, I admit

Child nailed at their torso thanks to white walkers parallel to S1, E1 achieved

Ned Umber opening his eyes seriously made me jump and I was expecting it

Child who is actually is a white walker nailed at their torso by white walkers parallel to S1, E1 achieved

And now I’m deaf. Thanks, Ned Umber

“Hey, don’t you think that creepy art piece kind of resembles the Targ sigil?” - My Wonderful Brother before the piece was set on fire

“Hey, now it really does.” - My Wonderful Brother after the piece was set one fire

A rider riding into town and I think I know who it is...

JAIME!!!!!!! *has meltdown because he’s my second favorite character, okay?*

My Wonderful Dad and Brother are just as hyped as I am. Bless them.

Jaime taking off headwear and looking around Winterfell parallel to S1, E1 spotted

Is it just me, or does he actually look happy to be there? I mean, you’d think he’d be more uncertain...

Oh, there’s the uncertainty

Jaime and Bran ending off the episode on a cliffhanger parallel to S1, E1 unlocked

#gots8e1spoilers #dark!dany #anti daenerys #anti jonerys #anti targ restoration #i stand with dickon #sorry it's so long #poilitcal!jon musings #you have been warned #sorry about potential typos and incoherencies

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aweebwrites · 6 years ago

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Time Out

Warning: kinda s11 spoilery. I mean, it has a few themes you'll find in the first episode or two but nothing into detail. Just the setting.

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"You almost sawed my bike in half you asshole." Cryptor growled once the major villain of the week was taken care of.

"What? You mean that two wheeled deathtrap?" Kozu countered with a fanged sneer as Cryptor glared up at him, something the nindroid never expected to do.

Ever. The former General was fucking tall.

"And your four wheeler scrap heap is any better? It looks like you just thought: hey! Let's see how many buzz saws I can add to this piece of shit while still calling it a vehicle!" Cryptor snapped, parking his bike in its slot in the Ninja's base beneath the Monastery.

"Like your so called bike is any better! Why are weapons to the vehicle with no intention to use them!" Kozu growled back, hopping out of his Land Shredder as the ninja came in moments later, panting in exhaustion. "Unlike yourself I have personally built my Land Shredder from the ground up as do all soldiers. It is built to attack and defend." He justified and Cryptor scoffed.

"Have those two really been arguing the whole way back?" Lloyd says, blinking at them as they slid out of the Land Bounty.

"Yep." Cole says, popping the p.

"Ugh. I'm too tired and sore to make a crack at them." Jay groaned, arching his back so it popped.

"Ditto." Kai sighed, leaning against the massive wheel of the Land Bounty.

"Someone has to stop them before they end up fighting again." Nya pointed out, resting a hand on her hip.

"Well, Cryptor would be more likely to win if he goes for Kozu's hair." Zane pointed out and they all recalled last time he did that then winced.

"It wasn't me but I felt that in my scalp." Cole says with a grimace.

"I say let em fight it out. It'll be good for them." Kai says, heading toward the elevator.

"Are you sure? You know how easily riled up Cryptor is." Jay pointed out.

"And I know how stubborn Kozu can get." Lloyd added. "It's a recipe for disaster." He warned.

"If you wanna part them, then go ahead. I know I need a nice, long soak in the hot tub." Kai says with a stretch as the others murmured their agreement, piling into the elevator.

Lloyd looked at the two still arguing then back at his friends.

"Wait for me!" He called out, rushing over to the elevator once it began to close.

"... Stealth! Anyone could spot that scrap heap from a mile away!" Cryptor growled at Kozu who growls back.

"Oh? And your fancy little bike is so invisible during broad daylight." Kozu says sarcastically crossing his upper arms while setting his lower arms on his hips.

"At least it's not a heaping pile of parts!" Cryptor snapped, taking a threatening step closer and Kozu does the same, both of them glaring at each other down.

"Keep talking brother, and you will see just who becomes a pile of parts." Kozu growled low.

"Is that a threat?" Cryptor asked with narrowed eyes, pulling out his red bladed katanas.

"Can't compute?" Kozu mocked, pulling out his own swords strapped to his back in all four arms.

"That's enough." Pixal interrupted, walking between them and pushing them back. "You, are acting like children." She says, shooting them both a glare.

"If any one here acts like a child, it's this overgrown one." Cryptor says, gesturing to Kozu who growled louder, only to be cut off by Pixal holding a hand up towards him.

"Since you both want to act like children, you will both be punished like them. Both of you upstairs. Couch. Neither of you are to move until you get over this silly little spat." She says sternly, shooting them both firm looks.

Kozu rose his brow at the daring Nindroid. It was… Respectable of her to not even show an ounce of fear in the face of two former generals.

"Couch. Now." She reiterated more firmly and both Cryptor and Kozu shot each other a glare before stepping down. "Drop the weapons and go." She ordered them and Kozu looked to her blankly.

"We are weapons." Cryptor says for them both and Pixal shot him a glare.

Cryptor sighed then dropped his sword, Kozu following suit as well, all four swords clattering to the ground. Cryptor then turned away, walking towards the elevator, Kozu following behind them.

"I'll be watching." She warns once they were both in opposite ends of the elevator.

Both rolled their eyes at that, ignoring Pixal's 'I saw that!'. The short elevator ride was uneventful aside from the board they shot each other before stepping out. They headed over to the couch and sat down at opposite ends like the children they were acting like.

After a moment, Kozu couldn't help but relax into the couch, his body tense from the just as tense fight they had previously. This baddie he was called in to help with had the power of short distance teleportation and a very heavy hit. He blocked a blow from the bastard with his bare arms and felt it rattle through his entire body. He had to take a moment to make sure he wasn't actually damaged. Finally able to unwind after the tense and close battle, he couldn't help the little purr that began rumbling in his chest. His wasn't the only purr that caught his ears.

Both Kozu and Cryptor looked at each other wide eyed, their purrs stopping abruptly. They both lifted a finger to point at each other in shock.

"You can do that?"

"You purr too?" Both said at the same time and they blinked at each other.

Huh. It appears they're more like each other than one would think. Cryptor leaned back against the couch.

"Fuck, today was fucked up." He higher, running his fingers through his hair. "... I could have taken that hit you know." He gruffed after a moment.

"We did not know that for sure." Kozu hums, allowing himself to relax into the couch, throwing his upper arms over the back of the couch.

"I'm made of titanium. Virtually indestructible. I can handle myself." Cryptor huffed, annoyed and upset that these idiots always risk themselves for him.

"Virtually is a far cry from total indestructibility." Kozu pointed out, allowing his eyes to slide shut. "Accept it and move on." He adds and Cryptor shot him a glare then sighed.

He glanced across at the Stone Warrior once he began to rumble with purrs again. The sound had Cryptor releasing locked gears as he relaxed even more. The couch suddenly felt really cozy… His purrs also mingled in the mix, a higher and shorter pitch comparing to Kozu's longer, deeper rumbles. His eye lid began to droop as exhaustion began to droop as exhaustion settled in. He hadn't had the best night's sleep last night- or the night before and who knows how much more after that? His head nodded as he began to drift… He jolted awake once he felt his head bump into something- Kozu's arm. The soldier gave an amused huff then pulled the startled Cryptor closer so he was half laying against him, head resting on his broad expanse of a chest. Cryptor… Tried not to feel a little jealous. Kozu increased the volume of his purr, running his fingers through Cryptor's hair as said Nindroid melts against him, purring in content as he closed his eye.

"... My brothers are often like this when tired. I suppose the soldier does not fall far from the general." Kozu spoke after a moment and Cryptor only hums.

Kozu could talk as long as he wanted, as long as he kept petting his hair. That thought hat Cryptor curious. He looked up at the Stone Soldier then reached up and ran his fingers through his mass of hair. Kozu's reaction was instantaneous. He leans into the touch with a deeper, more pleased purr. Huh. He disliked thinking of that part of his past but, it looks like the general doesn't fall far from the general either. Kozu took his hand from his hair and set it against his own chest.

"Sleep. You are tired." Kozu rumbled and Cryptor rose a brow, long spotting the duller shine of his eyes.

Kettle calling the pot huh. He was too tired to argue anyway. He closed his eye again, ears taking in their mixed purrs, the sound luring him to sleep. Kozu watched idly. He hadn't been very pleased to accept that he was replaced with Cryptor himself. In fact, for the longest while, he was nothing but hostile to the Nindroid who returned the sentiment. But then as he was slowly called into their tougher missions, he watched the Nindroid. He was… A curious entity. An entity he began to see as just as much his brother as his stone siblings. The Overlord, his father was a car point in both of their lives neither of them wished to even think of. He was independent and wasn't relying on him but he understood what it was like, what he had gone through. Even though they never spoke words of it, it made being himself, the Kozu without the lives of the remaining Stone Soldiers balancing on his hands easier. He became an escape. This place became an escape. He sighs softly to himself, closing his eyes and taking him his mechanical brother's purrs. He'd rather not get into that right now. He relaxed, his own purrs deepening and lengthening.

He could use a nap…

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When the others returned from the hot tub, it was to the utterly adorable sight of the two cuddling on the couch, purring up a storm.

"Awww…" Jay whispered.

"Who would have thought Kai would be right." Lloyd says, impressed.

"He wasn't." Pixal says, stepping out of the elevator. "I had to put them in time out." She says and Kai snorted.

A low, annoyed growl came from the large Stone figure whom was still asleep and they all took an unconscious step back.

"I came to warn you of that. Let them rest." Pixal says, ushering them away.

"Well, at least they aren't fighting." Kai says then looked back with a grin.

"Yeah. Nice to see them getting along." Lloyd smiled then headed to his room with the others.

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(Dabs. I've been posting a lot of Kozu content lately but this isn't an actual full on post. It's just a smol drabble I wanted to post. I have another to post either later or tomorrow and the actual fic of today later on. I hope you liked it @sayijo!)

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nancydrew65 · 6 years ago

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SKAM NL Season 2 Episode 9 Thoughts

Well, this episode happened. I was less angry than disappointed in how they handled several scenes. I enjoyed the last clip and the second clip, but beyond that... not so much. Now, I don’t know how you guys felt about this episode, if it was similar to my reaction or different. I would really like to know.

Filming Without Permission

OK, I have to confess that at this point in time, I am very disappointed in SKAM NL. For a variety of reasons, the first of which I shall explore in this clip.

Now, I thought overall the scene was filmed very well and I thought the acting was fantastic. That is not my issue, here. My issue is that this scene felt a lot like SKAM France Season 1 and 2 felt: copy and pasted. This scene played out almost exactly like the scene in OG, like even a lot of the dialogue was the same. And that would not be a terrible thing if this was SKAM France or SKAM Austin where the sexual assault storyline was very similar to OG’s. However, there is a difference between getting photographed naked (Noora) and being sexually assaulted while filmed (Liv). I tend to think the latter is a more grave matter. Throughout the scene, Liv kept asking Morris to delete the video. I was like, “Screw deleting the video! Get him to admit to the sexual assault and then take him to court! The video on his phone will help convict him!” I am honestly so surprised by they way they filmed this scene. Morris should be going to jail! SKAM NL, you can’t just drastically change one aspect of the storyline (like making Liv actually be sexually assaulted) and then not change the rest of the scenes correspondingly. The choice to play this scene this way is frankly astonishing to me. And makes me very disappointed in SKAM NL.

Negative Energy

Liv bought a plant! She struggles to take it home because it is so big! That was a cute montage.

Jayden and Ralph tease her about the plant before all three engage in a pillow fight. Very satisfying.

Then Liv gets the dreaded text from Morris which implies he lied to Noah about what happened that night. If I hadn’t already seen the next clip, I would be praying for Noah to react in a more understanding way. But… oh, well.

Yes or No

I love how the girls are theorizing that Morris didn’t actually tell Noah. They are so sweet.

Aw, Engel is offering food to Liv. She is probably noticing that Liv isn’t eating much. How the tables have turned. The pupil has become the teacher.

Then Noah storms up and this awful scene happens. I really wish they had had him react differently, but after the cruel awakening with SKAM Austin, I realized I can no longer hope for such a miracle. A lot of people were warning against turning against Noah, saying Liv didn’t get to explain (which is fair) and he doesn’t know the full story (also fair). But honestly? I am tired of people being willing to give guys the benefit of the doubt when the people who are more impacted and hurt by the situation are women. Noah’s not totally ~ canceled. Liv wasn’t able to explain (she did say she didn’t know whether she slept with his brother which is such a red flag) and from the texts SKAM NL has released, it seems as though she didn’t tell him over text, either. It was at this point that I could never forgive William because he knew the whole story (that his girlfriend might have been sexually assaulted) and he still treated Noora like shit. That hasn’t happened so far with Noah, so I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but just a sliver.

Also, despite how much I hate this scene, I have to say the way SKAM NL edited it was superb. Possibly, the best version of this scene. Visually, anyways. Content wise, not so much.

I love how the girls run to Liv and hug her. After Noah throws her to the ground (!) I repeat, THROWS her to the ground.

No Worries

Liv is cleaning out her room when she comes across a photo of herself taking a selfie. In the photo, she looks extremely skinny. Ah, here’s the reveal that Liv herself struggled with an eating disorder. She throws the photo in the trash.

She also gets a call from the record company, asking to schedule a meeting. She asks if she can call them back and they say yes. Oh, please let her be able to make the meeting, please!!!!!

Liv finds the note Noah gave to her at the end of Season 1. And does it contain a message asking her to go on a date with him? No. It reads: “Unconditional, With no one holding you back, And away we go.” Ever the poet, Noah. Please don’t disappoint me.

This prompts Liv to message Marie, the woman from the party, to find out what truly happened.

Only Left For A Moment

So, this scene plays out almost the same as OG. The only real difference is that Morris is messed up because his dad got remarried very soon after his parents divorced. OK, not the same as having a mother addicted to drugs. So, I don’t cut him any slack. Especially since what he did was worse than what Niko did.

Apparently, Marie went to the bathroom for just a minute and that was when Morris must have filmed Liv and sexually assaulted her.

God, we don’t even get the line where Noora says she reported Niko. Come on! What happened to Liv needs to be reported. SKAM NL is killing me here. And not in a good way. This isn’t how sexual assault and its aftermath and the consequences for assaulters should be portrayed. I am very pissed off at the show right now.

I Want You to Think of Yourself As Beautiful

I loved this scene. Liv finds Engel waiting for her outside her apartment. Engel starts making tacos for Liv.

At some point, she finds the photo of Liv that was thrown out. She remarks that she looked beautiful then. Liv reprimands Engel, telling her that she was unhealthy back then and one should not consider that beautiful. This was such a great message to put forward. And this scene was more explicit in saying Liv had an eating disorder.

Liv tells Engel that she is beautiful. Engel comments that Liv is not eating that well now, herself. And Liv remarks that she knows, that she is trying to change.

Engel tells Liv she needs someone to look out for her now and then. She can’t do everything by herself. Engel and Liv hug and ugh, I love their friendship.

Liv goes sit on the table and gets a notification. It is a post Noah made about having a going away party for himself. So, we’re going down this path. Great. Not really. That was meant to be sarcastic.

General Thoughts

I really don’t know how to feel about this show right now. SKAM NL was one of my favorite remakes, but how they handled the sexual assault storyline this past episode really makes me question that standing. I hope Noah doesn’t react badly when Liv tells him the truth and I hope they rectify the mistakes they made this episode. REPORT MORRIS!!!!!! Please.

#skam nl #skam remakes #skam reaction

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cookieswriting · 6 years ago

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Can’t Be Happening Pt. 4 (SEAL Team)

((All the tears over the brotherhood in this last episode...especially my BroTP. Ugh, they wrecked me. Pretty sure I’ll be writing a follow-up of some kind since I doubt we’ll get one on screen whenever our boys are back. Sorry this took so long and is so short, class started up again and has me all kinds of busy and tired, but I wanted to get something out for you lovelies. Will probably actually be wrapping up in the next couple of chapters, so please let me know if there’s anything else you want to see!))

By the time the rest of the team finished cleaning up, Trent was just coming into the waiting area and looked exhausted. “Spenser?” Jason asked hesitantly, not liking the look on his medic’s face.

“He’s as stable as he’s going to get here.” Blood streaked his cheek as he ran a hand down his face, and Trent clenched a trembling fist. “They don’t have sufficient resources and infection is starting to set in...we’ve gotta to get him back to Virginia Beach if he’s going to get the transfusion and meds that he needs.”

Sonny resisted the urge to punch the nearest wall, and the entire team turned to Blackburn, who was already on the phone. Within minutes, everything was lined up to get them back to home and the team was packing up.

None of them spoke as one by one they made it to the tarmac, where their wounded brother was secured to a gurney with a bag of saline hanging from the IV pole. Trent was the last to arrive, taking a moment to clean himself up before exchanging information quietly with the Mexican doctor and shaking the man’s hand. The team followed solemnly as the medic eased Clay into the plane. The flight was similarly quiet, everyone anxious to disturb Clay despite his ghost-like pallor and utter lack of movement since they’d seen him carted away upon arrival at the Mexican base.

“Any change?” Davis asked when Trent sat down near her after going through his fifth checkup. The SEAL sighed heavily and dropped his head into his hands. Davis rubbed his back, wishing there was more that she could do to help her boys.

“He’s got a raging fever. The stab wound is infected, and the antibiotics they had to offer can’t even come close to touching it. He won’t wake up, the reset and splint job they did on his leg is mediocre at best...and none of this even touches what all of this has done to his mind. We have no idea how he’s going to react when he wakes up...if he wakes up.”

Davis shook her head. “One step at a time, Sawyer. No jumping to conclusions, Spense is nothing if not stubborn.”

“Landing soon. Medical crew is waiting, they’ll get him taken care of,” Blackburn murmured, approaching the team and gesturing for everyone to get secured.

Sonny settled in close to Clay’s head, eyes never leaving the youngest member’s face as they jostled. When the blonde man winced and gave a soft moan, Sonny reached out from his seat to squeeze Clay’s bicep. “Almost home, brother...almost there. Just hang tight a little bit longer, you hear me?”

Just as when they’d made it to the Mexican base, the medical team was seamless in rushing Clay off the plane and away from the rest of Bravo team. Sonny lingered, staring at a small pool of blood that had gathered underneath the stretcher. “He’s home...he’s in the best possible hands right now.” The Texan finally looked over at Lisa, seeing his fear reflected back in her eyes despite the reassurance in her voice.

“But will it be enough?” The soft voice of Bravo Two drew Sonny’s attention, and he watched confusion and then firm resolution cross his features. “Ray?”

The man in question held up a placating hand. “I hear you, baby, but if Clay pulls through this, he’s going to have to decide for himself if he is ready to see her. I’ll call you when we know anything more.” Ray sighed. “I’ll be damned if we give up on him, but Naima...it doesn’t look good. He’s in a really bad way, and having to fly back home for the treatment he needs didn’t help. We need to be with him...I’ll call soon. I love you.”

Sonny raised a questioning brow at Ray once he hung up, and the three finally deplaned together, several yards behind the others. “Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“Stella ended things with Clay right before we shipped out...which explains a hell of a lot about why he was so quiet. But she’d apparently tried to call him to fix things the day that he was taken, but we were already out on recon. Naima picked her up the day the video was released, has been with her ever since.”

Images flashed in his mind of Clay sending Sonny a half-hearted salute before shoving him back out of a building they’d just entered, a disconnected look in his eye as he made himself vulnerable to Doza’s men in order to protect the rest of the team. Rage simmered in his chest. “She sent him out-”

“I know, brother,” Ray assured, patting his shoulder. “But they’re both young, new at this...like I told Naima, it’ll be Clay’s decision whether to let her back in.” He gestured towards the hospital. “Let’s go wait with the others to hear what’s going to happen. I wanna make sure Trent gets cleaned up as soon as he’s told to stand down.” Sonny nodded, and Davis squeezed his arm affectionately to tug him along. They were met by Jason, Blackburn, Brock, and Ellis in the waiting room, and could do nothing but settle in for what they knew would be a long wait.

“He’s home? He’s safe?” Stella questioned as soon as Naima hung up the phone. The older woman tucked her cell into her purse and guided the blonde to a bench. “W-what is it?”

“The team found him and brought him home, but he is seriously hurt. They couldn’t treat him in Mexico, so they flew him back to the hospital here. Ray couldn’t talk for long, so that’s all that I know.”

Stella sensed hesitation in Naima’s voice, watched her face closely, and felt fear tighten around her heart. “C-can we go wait with the team?”

“No, I’m sorry, Stell...it’s got to be on his terms. If his health is as precarious as it sounds, we can’t add on to his stress until we know he’s able to handle it.” She reached out and took Stella’s hand, giving it a comforting and apologetic squeeze. “The team isn’t handling this well either...I could hear it in Ray’s voice; I don’t know what happened to the men that took Clay, but no matter what they’re still going to be looking for someone to lash out at...I don’t want that to be you.”

Despite the gentle tone, and the knowledge that Naima wasn’t trying to make an accusation, the gravity of her words felt like a suckerpunch to the gut. Bravo Team would lash out at her because they blame her, at least in part, for what happened to Clay. It wasn’t as though she could argue...there had been enough self-loathing going on already, it only made sense that they’d come to the same conclusion if they knew what she’d done. Tears filled her eyes as the full weight of countless emotions crashed over her: relief that Clay had been found and was so far still alive, fear that he still might not make it, guilt that this was at least partly her fault...worry that even if Clay allowed her back into his life, the rest of Bravo wouldn’t.

That, even if Clay forgave her, would be the true end of their relationship; if his brothers denied her, Clay would eventually be forced to choose between them, and she couldn’t do that to him. She would, however, do whatever it took to earn their trust and acceptance, because she knew that they were part of Clay. She respected them, their loyalty and protectiveness. Was grateful beyond words, because it was the reason he’d come home breathing...she only hoped they would give her a chance to learn from her mistake and prove that she wouldn’t abandon him again.

#seal team fanfic #clay spenser whump #clay spenser #sonny quinn #trent sawyer #ray perry #naima perry #stella baxter #SEAL Team

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firebirdsdaughter · 6 years ago

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Random Writing Tidbit Can I Just Not Do Tomorrow...

... By which I mean. Can I just. Write a Ryusoul tidbit for tomorrow. And then. Not do anything else.

Like. You know.

Jury duty.

Okay, speed context for this--as I’ve mentioned before, I’m not coming up w/ episode plots bc apparently I have no life and I need help. Anyway, since there was a focus on ‘souls’ I had this idea of there being a monster that steals souls, like in Shinkenger.

Anyway, monster that takes souls. Tries to take team’s souls, but the the brothers protect the other three, so just their souls get taken. Trio figures out that if they can return the souls within a time limit, they can save the two, so they go out to do that. Naturally, they only ahold of the souls just in time and have to rush back, making it right on the wire--or maybe not...

This ended up going on longer than I expected, and, as I’m sure is obvious, I couldn’t figure out how to end it. So I’m sorry it just... Kinda goes for a gander at the end there. DX

Nothing.

Kou’s palms were pressed to Banba’s chest, but he couldn’t feel even a heartbeat—not even the weak, fading one that had been their poor reassurance that they still had a chance to save the two. Next to him, Asuna was similarly frozen by Touwa’s bedside, and he knew she wasn’t feeling any pulse or breath either. The ghost of life that the brothers’ subconsciousness determination had been clinging to, that had kept their bodies alive, despite the loss of their souls, had faded away.

It was too late. They were too late.

Sinking to the floor, he found Black’s hand, wrapping both of his tightly around it and squeezing—like he could make Black wake up just to punch him for it. But the hand was cold and still in his, warmth having faded with all the other signs of life. Even colder than when he’d held it just hours ago, before they’d left. Back when they’d still thought they could make it in time.

“But… But we… We promised…” Asuna whimpered faintly, then slumped forward, her arm and head dropping onto Touwa’s chest, and began sobbing into her elbow. Melt backed into the corner in shock, leaning on the wall like it was the only think holding him up. Ui curled up in a ball by the door and started weeping loudly into her knees. Kou pressed Banba’s hand to his forehead, tears finally overtaking him as well.

Did a promise matter to those who couldn’t hear it? Perhaps not. But even though the vow had fallen on deaf ears, the meaning and the pain of failure were still the same. They’d sworn that they would recover the brothers’ souls and return them in time—but they’d only managed the first half. How were they supposed to protect or save the world when they couldn’t even save the people most important to them? First their home and their Masters, now Touwa and Banba—and the latter was even harsher, because Green and Black had done it to protect them.

When had the brothers become such a huge part of their lives that it felt like they’d always been there? Why did they have to lose them to notice it?

There was a soft thud in the corner as Melt finally slid to the floor, dropping his head into his hands. Asuna continued to cry into Touwa’s chest, sobs muffled by her arm. Kou kept clutching Banba’s hand and holding it to his face. Ui hadn’t moved at all.

The only sound was that of overbearing grief.

“… As… Asuna…?”

Faint as it was, they all heard it. Asuna’s head snapped up and around, Kou practically fell over turning to look, Melt crawled part way over, and even Ui looked up.

Touwa’s eyes were open slightly.

He stared blearily at them, squinting a little, then, “… Your… Arm… Is heavy.”

Asuna turned pink, and quickly moved back from where she had been practically leaning on him, shooting glares at the other two when they couldn’t resist chuckling. “… Sorry!” She mumbled.

Touwa shook his head weakly, starting to look more aware. He shivered a little, frowning. “… It’s kinda… Cold.” Before anyone else could move, Ui was scrambling to her feet and fetching another blanket, while Asuna helped Green sit up. Ui returned quickly, but Green’s colour was already returning, even before they wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, and the way his shivering subsided slowly meant he was warming up, too.

Kou sat and just watched for a moment—until something moved in his hands and batted him in the face.

“Let… Go… Of my hand.” Growled a familiar voice, though he’d never heard it sound that tired before. He turned quickly back to find he was the subject of one of Banba’s usual glares—a slightly unfocused and weary one, but one all the same. For a moment he couldn’t move for shock, until the glare strengthened slightly. He immediately released Black’s hand from the vice-grip he’d had it in, then waited for the rest of the shock to wear off as Banba made sure his hand still worked and tried to sit up, muttering about Kou being an emotional oaf.

In the end, he didn’t make it very far upward—because feeling finally returned to Red, and with and elated squawk he dove forward and threw his arms around Black’s shoulders, knocking him back over and bursting into tears all over again—though for a very different reason. Banba cursed quietly, but didn’t throw him off, even patting him a little awkwardly on the back when the crying got even more dramatic. Somewhere else in the room, someone—probably Asuna—was also crying, and Kou could faintly hear Melt’s voice in the background.

But what was more important was the strength and volume when Touwa started laughing at something—Ui, most likely—and the way Banba was returning to a normal body temperature in his arms—slowly, but surely, and definitely better than how deathly cold he had been before.

“… Never do that again.” He mumbled into Black’s shoulder, holding tighter. “Never, ever do that again. Promise.”

He felt, more than heard, Banba’s sigh. “… Over-emotional buffoon.” Rumbled the voice near his ear.

“I don’t care. Promise.” Everything else was quiet, suddenly. He felt Black’s head turn slightly away, towards the other side of the room—the brothers exchanging a look.

After a long moment, Banba’s hand came down on his back again, resting there, more deliberately than before. “… We promise.” Banba said at last, more gently than was his usual wont. “We… We promise.” Another, smaller hand found Kou’s shoulder and squeezed it.

Then moment was then promptly shattered by Asuna practically jumping on top of Kou. The resulting mess caught Touwa’s arm, and he was dragged off his bed to the floor—just in time for Melt, trying to pull Asuna off, to also get pulled down and land on top of him. They all ended up in a scrambled pile while Ui just watched the spectacle, too busy laughing and crying all at the same time.

“Ugh… Damnit… Why do I always end up at the bottom of these?” Banba grumbled, trying to get in a position that was easier to breathe with half his team lying on him.

“Oh, come on!” Touwa complained, though there was also and edge of laughter to his voice, while he tried to get out from under Melt and part of Asuna. “Is this anyway to treat people who were dead a moment ago?”

“Yes!” Pink declared. “This is payback for scaring us!”

Melt yelped when she accidentally kneed him in the stomach. “Doesn’t help if you crush the rest of us, too!”

“Asuna!” Kou squeaked. “I can’t breathe! Ui, get her off!” But Ui was still doubled over with laughter.

“Hrrgh! Fine.” Bracing himself on the sides of the bed, Banba forced his way into sitting up, managing to deposit both Kou and Asuna on the ground as well, just missing the other two. “There.” He flopped back down with a sigh while the other four tried to get untangled, laughing through most of it. Eventually, Asuna throw Kou off her, practically the length of the room, and got up herself, which gave Melt and Touwa space to free themselves, and they all settled into their own spots. After that, it wasn’t long before the usual chatter returned, and by the time Ui’s father reappeared, there was nothing to indicate the terrifying event had even taken place.

But, for a while afterwards, one of the three would periodically check to see that both the brothers were still there.

Just in case.

I don’t know why I keep writing these kids as roughhousing so much... I dunno what about the trailers gave me that idea.

I blame Kou and Asuna. XD

#Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger #Random Writing Tidbit #Can You Feel The Angst Tonight?#a little #my precious Dino Children #Birthday Sentai #Dino Dragon Knights And Their Cat

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pinkevilbobdoesthings · 6 years ago

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So, yeah, this is where it gets pretty dark. There's references to abuse and some messed up stuff cause Trent Ikithon is an a-hole. I've been waiting for this chapter for a while and I hope you all liked it.

There should be one or two more chapters to this fic and then the epilogue.

So here it is the 5th chapter of ‘I Ship It’.

Jester planted herself face down of the couch and cried as soon as she got home. Everything was ruined and Jester didn’t know why. She was pretty sure that she didn’t do anything to trigger what happened, but maybe she did something to make it worse and she didn’t realize it.

Her roommate, Beau, came in for a second, looked at Jester, and immediately left. Twenty minutes later Beau returned with a pint of rocky road. “Here,” she said handing the ice cream and a spoon over to Jester. “If it’s about a boy, I don’t want to hear about it.”

“It’s Caleb. I think he hates me now,” Jester said wiping her eyes, but not moving up from where she lay.

Beau groaned. “I just said if it’s a boy, I didn’t -ugh, I’m not prepared for your heteronormative drama. Come on, move your feet.” She swatted at Jester’s legs until Jester lift them so Beau could sit down. “Now, not that I care, but what happened?”

Jester told Beau about the poster and Caleb’s reaction and how he yelled at her. “Yeah, he’s crazy and you gotta dump him.”

“We’re not dating, we’re just friends,” Jester said. Part of her wanted to date him, but he probably didn’t want to. Also, their school had a rule against undergrads dating professors.

“Yeah, still crazy and you still need to avoid him like the plague.”

Jester frowned and played with her ice cream. “I don’t know. I think he might be sick.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to put up with his garbage.” Beau patted Jester’s leg. “There’s better guys out there, I guess if you like guys . I mean they’ll still be dudes, but that’s probably better than nothing.”

“I guess,” Jester said, but she was still worried about Caleb.

Beau got up. “And, hey, if you suddenly have a bi awakening, I know some girls that will treat you right. Well, I know a girl that will treat you right, not Keg. Unless you want the night of life.”

“Beau!” Jester giggled.

Beau noogied Jester lightly. “Don’t worry so much. It will work out or some garbage like that.”

****

Nott was cooking. She liked to cook. Nobody liked to eat what she made, but that just meant that there was more for her to eat then. Caleb came in, grabbed Frumpking and went straight to his room without a word. A bad sign, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He might have just been tired.

She poked her head into Caleb’s room to find all of his blankets dumped on the floor and only his top sheet covered him. Her heart sank; it must have been a real bad day. Nott folded up the blankets and set up his laptop where Caleb could see it easily and turned on the third season of the Voyage of the MISTake since it was his favorite. A few minutes later, Nott presented a hot pocket and a fork to Caleb and waited to see what he would do with it.

Caleb grabbed and ate it failing the hot pocket test. If he was even slightly okay, he would have turned it upside down, tear off the bottom and only eat the filling. And if Caleb was actually doing good, he’d refuse to eat it all together. It was going to be pointless to talk to him for a while. Nott pressed a kiss on his forehead before leaving him alone in his room.

Nott finished making her dinner but her heart was no longer in it. Caleb hadn’t had a day that bad since leaving Soltryce. She had hoped that truly bad days were completely behind them, but it seemed they weren’t that lucky.

After a few episodes, Caleb left his room. “Hi Caleb,” Nott said softly and got up. Caleb clutched his cat closely and looked like the slightest puff of wind would crack him.

“I lost Jester,” Caleb whispered. “The head of the science department is onto me.”

“Oh, Caleb. What do you mean?”

“Jester hates me now. I’m terrible. And the head of the science department knows it.” Caleb sat down on the floor.

Nott brushed his hair out of his face. “I don’t think Jester knows how to hate. We’ll make it through this.”

“It’s worse than that,” Caleb said. “Ikithon is coming.”

“What do you mean Ikithon’s coming?” Nott’s pulse began to race. “When?”

Caleb stared down at the ground. “Next week to the university. Tuesday.”

Nott swore. They needed her at the antique store on Tuesday. There was no way she could skip. “Can you just stay home?”

“No, there’s meetings that require me and finals are coming soon,” Caleb said.

“Then get a restraining order.”

Caleb shook his head. “There’s not enough time to. I’m sorry I ruined everything.”

“No, you didn’t. You are the victim here.” But he didn’t believe her. He never did. “I’ll see what I can do.” She’d do anything for Caleb. If he’d just let her.

******

The subway was awkward. Jester didn’t know where to sit. For the past weeks, she always sat next to Caleb every Thursday. But after Tuesday, she wasn’t so certain. Caleb never went online after that and he didn’t text her either. She didn’t dare text him herself.

When Jester got on the train, Caleb briefly made eye contact with her with his bright blue eyes, but he looked away quickly. Jester sat in the back of the train for the first time.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She opened it to see a text from Caleb. -I’m sorry.- Jester stared at it not sure how to reply. It wasn’t okay, but she was glad that he was talking to her again.

-You deserve an explanation.- Caleb texted again. -And, if I don’t do it now, I won’t. Can you skip class today?-

-yes- Jester texted back. She’d just get notes from one of her classmates, maybe Calianna.

-Thank you. There’s a coffee shop on campus we can go to. I’ll treat.-

Under any other circumstance, Jester would have been beyond excited. This was the chance to skip class and spend time with a guy she was crazy about. Instead a heavy weight sat in her stomach. Beau told her to not give Caleb any of her time, but Jester couldn’t just ignore him. He needed her help, she knew he did. Or at least he needed somebody’s help and she was who he had.

They walked in silence to the coffee shop and placed their orders with barely a word spoken between them. On any other day, they would’ve been talking about what coffees Kristoff and Melody would’ve ordered and maybe played with a coffee shop AU, but there was just a quiet awkwardness instead. When they sat down, Caleb opened his laptop and showed it to Jester. It was a psychology article by Professor Ikithon. “Dancing with the Devil: A Study on the Impact of Abusive and Supportive Mentors,” she read out loud. The rest was just academic mumbo jumbo to her.

“Ja,” Caleb said. “That article might be Ikithon’s biggest claim to fame. But, I had looked up to him and his work before that. I was his,” he paused for a moment, “assistant at the time. I helped write that article and do the research.

“It was an in depth case study focusing on a young man known as Subject K. Subject K had a good upbringing and was healthy and mentally sound. At the beginning of the case study, he had recently lost both of his parents and an older gentleman with a good standing in the community agreed to be his mentor. But, the man, K’s mentor, was a sadist who delighted in breaking people mentally. The next year and a half for K would be best described as torture. All of his outside support networks were removed, he was gaslighted and manipulated, made to do terrible things, and eventually convinced that the only use he was to the world was to obey his mentor. At the height of this, K’s mentor rejected him, which left K in a deep depression and we have no recorded of what happened to K for three months. He disappeared.” Caleb spoke so clinically, but his hands were shaking. Jester wanted to comfort him, but she knew he’d just pull away.

“When he was found next, he had committed arson and burned down a barn. It had been abandoned so no living beings had been harmed. After that, Subject K was committed to a psychiatric ward. Three days later, he was released into the custody of a new mentor, according to the article. This new mentor treated K with kindness and worked to build him back up, and by all appearances, he was successful.”

Caleb lifted his coffee like he was going to take a drink of it, but he stopped himself. “It was controversial to say the least. Some claimed that Ikithon made it up. Others said that Ikithon should have intervened early on in the study. That if Ikithon knew this young man was being mistreated, he should have stopped it. It was a cruel study.”

“And you helped with it,” Jester said hoping he didn’t think she was judging him. It seemed like he already felt guilty for it, and he couldn’t have stood up to Ikithon about it. He was terrified of his old supervisor.

“I did.” Caleb stared at his coffee. “There were somethings that the article left out. The first and second mentors were actually the same person. It should be noted that the article painted his second behavior as kinder than it was. There was still a cruelty to it all. And it wasn’t the mentor’s treatment that made K better. The credit belongs to a dear friend who would fight monsters for him and K writing fanfics for his favorite show, The Voyage of the MISTake.”

Jester gasped. “You were Subject K?”

Caleb nodded sadly. “I had trusted Ikithon so much at first, but I guess I’m terrible judge of people.” He turned the coffee cup slowly in his hands. “It was Nott who helped me get out of Ikithon’s grasp. She made me realized that I was trapped. We met during the missing three months. I don’t remember much about those days except that she was there protecting me. Ikithon was so mad that I couldn’t remember, but he made it work in the narrative of the article.”

Jester wanted to say something or ask a question or comfort him or something. But nothing felt right or real enough to say.

“I know I’ve done terrible things and that Nott is more than I deserve and so are you,” Caleb said. “So I needed you to know that without a doubt that I’m weak and worthless, but that I liked the short time we were friends.” He got up and started to turn away.

Jester caught his hand. “How can you say that? You’re not weak. You survived. That has mean you’re strong.”

“Because if I was strong, I wouldn’t have let any of that happen. I would’ve seen through him and gotten away from him, but I didn’t. I let myself get trapped and now I’m trapped again.” Caleb looked at her his eyes shining with unshed tears. “He’s going to try something, I know it. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

“What about Nott? Can she help?” Jester asked.

Caleb shook his head. “She works that day and she doesn’t know what he’s like. Nott just thinks he’s going to screw with me and that I’m going to avoid him, but it’s not that simple. He’s going to take me and there’s no avoiding it.” He gently took Jester’s hand and removed it from his hand. “Thank you for your friendship.” Softly, he kissed her on the cheek, leaving her too shocked to move, and left.

#widojest #critical role fan fiction #pinkevilbob writes #i hope the backstory reveal was worth the wait #and i hope you enjoy this chapter #i ship it

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1-800-jikooks · 7 years ago

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Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood || I

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Warning: smut, swearing, drugs and alcohol abuse

Word Count: 5.3k

Prologue - Chapters - Next

The smell of food drew Yoongi out of his bed and into his dining room. He quickly took a seat as his roommate finished making his breakfast. The night before slowly started to sink in, him being thrown out of the wedding, meeting her, talking about things he’s never said out loud before. If he was being honest with himself he never felt this good with some one before, and it scared him.

“Morning,” said Jungkook. Yoongi ignored him and took out his phone checking for new notifications. “So, I’ve been thinking about a way to fix my problems,” Jungkook said bringing Yoongi a plate of food. “You’ve finally found a solution to move out my house?” Yoongi asked taking a bite from his plate. “No, I mean my real problems, like the nightmares and how I wanna do heroin all the time,” Jungkook said like it was a normal thing. Yoongi looked at him weirdly. Jungkook was usually the quiet type but when he spoke it amazed Yoongi how blunt he was sometimes. They have been friends for a while, even though he would never admit, Jungkook was one of the only people he cared about, in his own way. “So, anyways, I think I should-” “Hey, why did you let me sleep so late?” Y/N interrupted Jungkook, yawning. Her platinum blonde hair was messy and she only wore Yoongi’s shirt from the night before. She started to notice details of the house that she hadn’t the night before. The house was bigger than she remembered. It was a big open space, you could see the living room, the dining table and the kitchen from the top of the of the wooden staircase that led to Yoongi’s room down in the basement. She approached the table and reached for Yoongi’s plate taking it from him, “God, I’m so hungry.” Jungkook and Yoongi stared at her weirdly, nobody ever spent the night. “What?” she asked. They both shook their head and continued what they were doing. “I’m Y/N by the way and this food is awesome.” “Thanks,” the raven haired boy said quietly. “How did you guys meet?” She asked taking another bite. “We met in college,” Jungkook said “No, we didn’t.” Yoongi responded to him. “He was in college and I sold stuff to the students,” he looked at his plate and moved to the table. “He gave me CD’s and music sheet books because he saw potential in me.” “I gave you CD’s I stole from a music store because I couldn’t afford the weed you sold.” Jungkook shrugged at his comment and happily continued eating. “Yeah, well, heard his music?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi shot him a glare, he knew how much he hated when people pointed out his music career, yet Jungkook still did it all the time. “No, not really,” she paused for a moment, “Wait, now I know where I’ve seen you before! Didn’t you sing in that really catchy song last year with um, what’s his name? Kim Seokjin? He is a really good singer-song writer.” “I rapped and wrote it.” Yoongi mumbled. “How come I haven’t heard anything new from you?” She asked him. “I’m working on stuff, it takes time to write good music.” he grumbled. The truth was, he wasn’t writing at all. In fact he was completely tired of everyone he talks to asks when was he going to release a complete album, he would always have the same answer. In reality, he had absolutely nothing. He couldn’t write anything. He stayed up every night he wasn’t in a bar locked up in his room trying to produce something but nothing came to his mind. “Cool,” she said. “So, who’s giving me a ride to work?” “I don’t have a car, I’m too poor,” Jungkook said picking up the plates. “Min, you’re up.” “My car is at the reception. We took a cab, remember?” he said rolling his eyes. “Shit, well, I’ll call somebody,” she said looking for her phone then she called the only person who would be willing to pick her up.

“I cannot believe you slept with Min Yoongi!” Jimin scolded her. He couldn’t believe how reckless she was, she knew what an asshole he was and she still did it. “Drive faster, I’m late for work,” Y/N said ignoring her best friend’s scolds “He dated my sister!” Jimin continued, “And you slept with him on her wedding night!” “Apparently,” She laughed. “Why are you crawling up my ass about this Jiminie?” “You know what an asshole he is. I tell you all the time about how he swallowed her up, she disappeared her life into his and was never the same.” “Yeah, but that’s because Jeongae didn’t have a personality to begin with.” “Well, that’s true,” Jimin agreed smiling. “Ugh, Yoongi is the worst. You’re not gonna see him again, are you?” “No way,” Y/N answered. She was never the type of person who had a relationship with someone, not a serious one at least. The liberty to fuck whoever she wanted, party whenever she wanted, drink before 10 am and just enjoy life all together was more of her thing. Relationships only limited the possibility of fun, she told herself. But she couldn’t help but notice a weird feeling forming in her chest at the thought of Yoongi. “We did have fun though.” What if Yoongi thought they had too much fun last night? What if he… if he,asked her out? Y/N shivered in disgust at the thought, and put her feet on top of the dashboard, “Oh god, I hope he doesn’t think last night was a thing.” “Yeah, I hope.” Jimin said, “Hey! Take your feet off the dashboard!” “Stop the car,” She said annoyed “What?” “I said, stop the car.” she demanded, Jimin stopped the car and looked at her with disbelief. “You’re gonna judge me for having sex with a guy at a wedding, how many guys did you blow at our 5 year reunion?” Jimin looked down at his feet, “Four.” “Four?!” She said surprised, “You told me three.” “I might have left out Kim Min Ho,” he said smiling. “Ew, so gross,” Y/n laughed. “We used to have so much fun.” “Yeah, we did. Why did you have to get married?” You pouted. Jimin’s smiled faded away. You quickly realized what she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to bring it up to hurt me.” Jimin had been married for a year to Lee Ma Ri now, and she was a nightmare. Not to mention Jimin was gay. The marriage had been arranged since Jimin started college, his parents decided that if he was going to inherit their company they couldn’t have a soiled reputation because of Jimin’s “bad habits”. Jimin shrugged it off proceeded to drive. He hasn’t been the same since that wedding, he was usually a giggly happy-go-lucky type of guy but now he snaps from time to time and gets annoyed easily. He was truly unhappy. She couldn’t do anything but feel bad for her best friend.

“Great, just great!” Yoongi said when he opened yet another letter from the entertainment company. The company that worked with him for his first single with Kim Seok Jin kept nagging at him to write an album. They knew he was good and that he would make them a lot of money so they kept bothering him instead of dropping him like they would with anybody else. He took the cigarette that rested behind his ear and put it between his lips. “Hey, I’m Oon Jong Joon,” Yoongi turned around to see a little boy standing in his driveway. The kid’s head reached Yoongi’s shoulder. He was a bit chubby, had dark black hair and his face was squished down like he had hit a brick wall. A bit like pug. Yoongi thought. “What?” he said with a grimace. “I just moved in,” he pointed at the house in front of his. “Right over there.” “Of course you did,” Yoongi grumbled annoyed and lighted his cigarette. “Why do you say that?” “Because the death of any interesting neighbourhood is caused by the influx of procreators,” He replied rolling his eyes. “Oh, that’s cool. My nutritionist is gay, too.” “I’m not gay, I’m a musician.” “What’s that?” Yoongi let out a sigh bothered by the presence of the child and his insistence to talk to him. “A letter of instigation from an entertainment company. You know- ” “You wanna hang out sometime?” The kid interrupted. “What?” Yoongi grimaced. “What are you even talking about? I’m an adult. Do you know what that means?” The kid stared at him blank look on his face. Not that bright, Yoongi noted. “It means that I am attacked at all times by a tsunami of complex thoughts and struggles, deeply aware of my own mortality and able to contemplate the futility of everything and yet still rage against the dying light. So, do you see how monumentally stupid, you a child, asking me, an adult, if I want to hang out?” “My dad designs videogames, we get all the new ones early.” The kid shrugged. “Come over around 8,” Taehyung stated turning around and entering his house.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Y/N screamed while hitting her office’s door. Famous actress Moon Sye Ho laid face down on the couch. Y/N has received a call in Jimin’s car about how if the main actress didn’t show up the show would be cancelled. She couldn’t have this show cancelled. “I said I’m not coming out!” Sye Ho shouted throwing something at the door, making Y/N jump back. “We have to finish filming this episode today, we’re already three days behind!” “I’m not doing shit until that bastard apologises!” She threw another thing around the room. Fuck, she’s gonna break everything! “Who? Bong Sang Mo?” Y/N asked with a compassionate tone rolling her eyes, every goddamn day the main stars of the TV drama she wrote fought and she was the only one that could reason with them from the whole staff. They were more dramatic than they characters she created. Fellow co-workers stood around and looked above their desktops to see the drama unfold some of them were even taping. Y/N hace them a weak sarcastic smile and they turned away. “Do you want to let me in and talk about it?” “No.” she pouted. “Come on, Sye Ho. Let’s try to fix this, you don’t want to disappoint your fans by not finishing filming now, do you?” She gritted through her teeth. The door was unlocked and slowly opened. Sye Ho slowly, crept out of the room, and closed the door behind her. “What did he do now?” She asked. Moon Sye Ho and Bong Sang Mo were the most famous celebrity couple in Korea, people found them profoundly entertaining because of their on and off dynamic and rumors of cheating. Their life was drama. Sye Ho went on and on about how Bong Sang Mo was dancing with some other girl at a club and something about burning his 2017 autumn collection in his backyard She quickly spaced out of the conversation due to the fact that it was unbearably boring. This is exactly why she didn’t like the whole relationship thing. It brought too many problems and conflicts. It’s easier to stay away from them. She did a simple no strings attached one night stand the night before, there were no complications or issues afterwards. Why can’t more people do that? Yoongi, at least understood. She still couldn’t believe that she told him all those things. Some of them she swore she would take to her grave. What surprised her the most was the way he reacted to them, he laughed and went along with it. If it was someone else they would have probably thrown her out of the house. He probably didn’t because he’s just as terrible as her. She felt arms wrap around her, taking her back to reality. Sye ho was clearing her face of tears and backed away from the hug. “So you’ll do it for me?” “Sure, sure. Whatever you need, sweetie.” Y/N said pretending she paid attention smiling. Sye Ho jumped with joy and clapped her hands. “You’re the best!” She explained, walking towards the elevator. People made space for her to pass, a lot of them were afraid. “I’ll go back to work now! Don’t forget, I’ll be expecting it tomorrow or I’ll have your ass fired!” Y/N watched her get back into the studio skipping and shook her head. She spotted an employee that was probably standing there all along and approached him. “Um, what exactly do I have to get so I don’t end up jobless?” She whispered. “Apparently some cocaine,” he shrugged. Fuck. Where the hell would I find cocaine? She thought. She knew of someone but she would do anything to avoid him right now. “Do you know where to find some?” She asked him, looking around, people weren’t paying attention anymore. “Not my problem,” he said plainly. She shot him glare. “You’re rude,” she shot. “Yeah, well I don’t care,” he said turning around. She grabbed his shoulder. “Hey! Don’t turn your back on me!” He let out a sigh and turned to face her. “What’s your name?” “Kim Taehyung,” he shrugged and pushed past her. She followed him with her eyes shooting daggers at him. What’s his problem?

She decides to relax in her office for a while, maybe steal some food from her co-workers and then buy a bottle of beer at the American themed diner across the street. Today had been stressful enough.

She entered her now half destroyed office and sat on the tear stained couch. She looked around the disaster and almost screamed with excitement when she saw the half of the donut she started eating the day before. She quickly ran to it and shoved it in her mouth. Finally something good today!

After some light work she decided she was bored. She looked for her purse to head out but it was nowhere to be found. She was pretty sure Sye Ho wouldn’t touch a fake Louis Vuitton purse even if her life was at risk so that ruled her out. She realized that she didn’t have it when she was in Jimin’s car… Oh no… no no no no… fuck. She left a his house. Shit, he’s gonna think I want more if I go back! She groaned and sat down again in the blue sofa. Calm down. She told herself and took out her phone ordering an Uber. He might understand, if not you can do your usual speech. Yeah, the speech.

“I got your car towed back here!” Jungkook said entering the front door. Yoongi sat on the red couch on his living room tea in one hand and the company's letter in the other. “Look who I found getting out of an Uber.”

“Hey,” Y/N said awkwardly stepping inside the house. She waved at him quickly and smiled. Yoongi tore his eyes off the letter just for a second ant took a quick glance at her. He turned back on her and ignored her presence. Y/N smacked her lips and let out an awkward laugh.

“Don’t worry. I forgot my purse. Not on purpose or anything ” She waved her arms around. She paused for a moment to see if he would react to her words. It was like she wasn’t even there. Jungkook scratched the back of his head and slowly backed away.

“Imma leave you two alone,” and he disappeared into the house.

“Um, he’s sweet.” She said approaching him a bit. God, this was way too awkward. She just wanted to get this over with and leave.

“You know your purse had food in it,” he stated, finally acknowledging her presence. He glared at her giving her a judgemental look. “It was covered in ants. Who keeps food in their purse?”

“Woah, what’s your problem?” She folded her arms. He took a deep breath.

“Well, I’ve had a shitty day and then I come home to find that my goddamn bedroom is like a 50’s sci-fi movie,” he scolded her, “Why did you stay over, huh? That’s amateur hour.”

Y/N couldn’t believe him, here she was standing in the middle of her one night stand’s living room being scolded like a child and then lecture on how she should handle her ditching phase one she slept with someone?

“Here, I was worried that you were going to get the wrong idea about last night,” she dropped her arm hitting her legs. “So, thank you for saving me the speech.”

“You were gonna make a speech?” He mocked. She scoffed and turned around to leave the house.

“Forget it.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Save your breath!” She halted at his response and scoffed. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? She stumped back to the living room.

“I don’t know what planet you are from but on my planet, someone like you does not get someone like me,” she moved her arms around her body to accentuate the point. “So, congratulations you bagged a weakened gazelle. That’s right, I’m still stupidly hooked up on someone else who is eons away from you in the evolutionary scale in all categories except maybe an unearned ego!”

Yoongi looked at her more amused than angry at her reaction. Never in his life had he heard someone talk to him like that. Well, he has heard a few insults… more than a few, but there was something about the way she was spitting those word with acid that amazed him.

“What? You so value honesty, you had to chew a bride out on her wedding day in the name of it? Well, why don’t you face this giant hunk of truth, Min Yoongi?!” His smiled dropped instantly. “There is a big fat asterisk next to my name on your skank-ridden little bone list saying ‘She probably would’ve gone home with anybody that night’! So, thank you! Thank you for my wake up call, Yoongi! You are officially my bottom.”

Yoongi watched her pick up her purse and before he could say anything back she left. He stood there dumbfounded. What the fuck just happened?

She currently stood in front of the house of the other. She was a aware how stupid and embarrassing it was but she needed cocaine. She climbed the wooden to the black steel door. It was already the middle of the night, they front of the house was dimly lit but enough to see the extensive garden that surrounded her. The house was massive, modern and minimalistic. Exactly the opposite of her small apartment. She rang the doorbell and in a few seconds she could hear his steps coming down the stairs. The door turned instead of opening like a normal door revealing Gong Yeong Woon, dressed in his sleepwear. He was a renounced movie and television director in Korea. He had so much money and he was kinda sexy. She thought of him as some sort of sugar daddy, it was occasional and from time to time he would take her to fancy events. She loved that fancy shit, the food, the drinks, the parties. “Hey you.” she said giving him a sultry smile. “Kiddo,” he exclaimed, “What a surprise.” “I was just in the neighbourhood, I figured why not drop by.” “I have an early call time but… yeah, come in. Last time you said you were coming over you never showed, I thought you’d grown sick of me.” “Nah, you’re alright.” She said smirking. She had been here countless of times before, but somehow she felt a bit awkward tonight. Like if something was wrong. She shook her head erasing the thought. “You’re so beautiful,” he said placing his hands on her jaw and pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. At first Y/N Kissed back, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place. She opened her eyes and grimaced a bit at his touch. She slowly backed away from the kissed and gave her a kiss in her temple. She gave him polite smile and walked inside. She couldn’t get that annoying fuck out of her head. How could she even go home with him? Well, she was drunk and he was kinda hot. It was so irritating. “Oh- fantastic!” She heard Yeong Woon moan. She found herself bobbing her head down on his cock underneath the white sheets of his king sized bed. She tried to enjoy what she was doing but all she could think of is stupid Min Yoongi with his stupid attitude.

Yoongi took a gulp of his whiskey and return to the video game he had been playing for at least two hours now. The sounds of guns and explosions tore through the house while hip hop music played in the background. Besides him, the kid from earlier sat on the floor so he wouldn’t damage the clean couch, playing as well.

“Hi,” Jungkook said giving the kid a strange look, but quickly turning to his friend. “You busy, Yoon?”

“Yup,” Yoongi answered, eyes glued to the screen.

“Well, would you like pause it for a second?” Jungkook asked a bit annoyed by Yoongi’s attitude.

“Nope.” He simply replied. Jungkook walked to him and took away his remote. Yoongi turned his attention to him.

“What’s wrong with you dude? Give me the controller,” he demanded extending his arm. Yoongi had a shitty day and didn’t want to deal with Jungkook’s shit right now, so he launched himself at Jungkook in an attempt to get back his controller.

“I’ve watched you for two years,” he started pushing Yoongi back onto the couch. “Two year now, getting girls to come home with you and they’re always gone in the morning.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it if she refused to leave!” Yoongi shot at him. “Now, give me my controller.”

“No.”

“Fine,” Yoongi said taking the other controller from the chubby kid. Jungkook let out a scoff and rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry I have to do this,” he said before putting Yoongi under a chokehold. “Now, I don’t mind you being jerky with me because I know you care-”

“What the- No I don’t!” Yoongi exclaimed gasping for air. He felt the blood rushing and the air escaping him. Of all the mistakes he had made in his life the one he regretted the most right now was letting thing crazy junkie live in his house.

“Yes, you do.”

“Your an animal, there’s a fucking wild animal living in my fucking house!” Yoongi started to trash around trying to get out. When the hell did Jeon fucking Jungkook get so strong?!

“But Y/N stayed, Yoon, she stayed.” Jungkook continued. “You say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a single person on this planet that’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. She stayed, man! And that means something, whether you like it or not. Imma let you go now.”

He’s right. Those words tore inside Yoongi’s brain. He stumbled back. No, it doesn’t mean anything. She doesn’t mean anything. He’s wrong. “Why the fuck would I listen to you? You’re a mental case. You’re like a million medications that all say ‘Take for bat shit craziness’!”

“My family was killed in front of me,” Jungkook muttered, The elder’s words stabbing him like knives.

“So?! People die every goddamn day. And you were like fucking eight!” Yoongi kept spitting.

“Mental illness is not a joke Yoongi, a lot of people suffer from them and just because I suffer from one doesn’t mean you get to tear me down for it.” Jungkook answered calmed down.

“That is the most intelligent thing you have ever said to me.” Yoongi pointed out.

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiled

“You’re still a lunatic,” he said walking away.

“Hey, wait. Come one man!” Yoongi ignored him, he needed to get out. He need space to think.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook called out.

“To a bar,” Yoongi turned around, “where I can drink in peace. “Come one, Oon Jong Joon!”

“I’m 14,” the kid pointed out. Yoongi let out a groan and walked out slamming the door. Jungkook quickly took the controller he had dropped on the floor and started to play happily, he had done his job as a friend. Yoongi was an asshole but he listened even if he pretended not to.

“Call the police,” Yoongi said walking back to the house. “Someone stole my car.”

“Nah, Y/N took it,” Jungkook said moving forward to concentrate better on the game

“Sorry, Y/N took my car?” he said with disbelief.

“Yeah, I saw her driving it away earlier. I figured you loaned it to her.” He paused for a second. “Now that I think about it, it was kind of weird.”

“She doesn’t have a license!”

“Huh,” Jungkook chuckled. “She must have stolen your keys from the counter. You have to admit, it’s kind of a baller move.”

Yoongi let out a sigh, and dropped himself on the couch besides Jungkook. What a fucking day.

“You guys are fun,” the chubby kid, that was still there for Yoongi’s surprisement, said nodding to himself.

Yeong Woon let out a deep grunt as he slipped inside her repeatedly. Y/N pressed her lips together awkwardly, this was not working out. “Um, hey.”

He lowered himself down so his face would be centimetres away from hers “Yes, Y/N?”

“Can we take a little break?”

“Sure,” he nuzzled their noses together and got off of her. They both stared at the ceiling for a while. Y/N cleared her throat breaking the silence.

“So, what’s the worst thing you have done?” She asked turning to him. He gave her a disappointed look.

“You know I don’t dwell on negativity, since India.” He simply responded.

“Ok, then…” she said before the room fell silent again. She decided to look around the room but quickly got bored. “I once started a fire at school to get out of a math test.”

“That’s terrible.” He said giving her a weird disapproving glare. “Why would you tell me that?”

“Nevermind, just kidding.” She tried to save the dying conversation but found it to be unsuccessful. “Do you still have cocaine?”

“It’s in the bathroom, third drawer to the right,“ He answered waving her away. She quickly ran out of the bedroom and found herself in the bathroom closing the door behind her. She slides to the marble tiled floor, covering her face with her hands. She groaned and turned to the drawer beside her. Right in the middle of it stood a small yet beautifully carved wooden box. She took it out of the drawer and put it on her lap so she could study her surroundings. It was his take on the millionaire’s modern house decor. The entrance of the bathroom had a white toilet with a mirror and a countertop made out of dark wood to contrast the white marble, the size of a regular guest bathroom. The main room however, was the size of her apartment. A white Bathtub stood in the middle of the room and had the size of a hot tub. Most of the room was exposed to the neighbourhood due to the walls being made out of glass with a door leading to a one of the balconies. She slowly stepped into the bathtub putting the little box on the border. She opened it and revealed a at least 8 ounces of cocaine. She quickly slipped some in a plastic bag and put it in a pocket of her hoodie. She stared at the box for a few seconds before taking the small blade inside, pouring a small amount on the border of the bathtub preparing it into a perfect line. Pressing down the left side of her nose she inhaled the line and felt a slight burn in her nostril. She jumped and the sudden sound of her ringtone going off. “Um, hello?” She answered wiping her nose

“Hey,” Yoongi said taking Y/N by surprise. “What are you up to?”

“Uh, nothing,” she replied shifting nervously on the tub. Why is he calling? “Just.. um.. reading.”

“Well, my car got stolen today,”

Fuck. “Wow, that’s terrible Yoongi.” she said biting her lip.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to report it to the police. You know, to make sure that they catch the person…”

“Um, I may have borrowed it earlier today,” she laughed nervously.

“I know,” he replied

“Oh. well, sorry. I told you, I’m the worst.”

“No, actually you said that I was the worst and that I was lucky to get you.”

“Yeah, about that-”

“No, don’t apologize,” he stated, “It was a great speech. It was funny and true and mean. My favourite kind.”

“I set my school on fire to get out a math test,” she blurted out, the laughter that filled the other end of the line made her smile.

“That’s genius. Oh, and… I… lied to you,” he started.

“Yeah?”

“I do have a foot thing,”

“Seriously?” she asked trying not to laugh.

“Yeah. In fact, I was just trying to find the right clip online.. so you know.. s-so that I could, um fall asleep. But… nothing’s quite right.”

She let out a quiet laugh, “Oh, do you want me to try?”

“What?” He asked sounding surprised.

“Shh,” she said getting out of the bathtub and walking to the balcony, “Let me think.”

Yoongi got out of his bed and started walking up the stairs. “Come one, this is stupid,”

“Shut up,” She ordered him, making smile grow on his face. “I have been walking around all day in these new shoes, and they are just so… hot and tight.”

He reached upstairs and slowly walked to the quiet and messy living room. Yoongi stopped in front of the wide window that stretched to the other side of the room. The dark sky was illuminated by small stars, he could observe the city from here. All the glimmering lights of the buildings shining through the night.

“Yeah,” He responded, she let out another quiet laugh separating the phone from her face.

“And my socks are so… sweaty.” She made a grimace. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Was that even right?

“That happens.”

“I think I might just have to take them off,” she turned around to face the pool. She could see the whole city from there as well.

“You do that.” he said enthusiastically. “Hey, you’re, uh… very nice for doing this.”

“I am very nice,” she replied. They stayed quiet for a minute, taking it all in. There was no way of evading it now. “Yoongi, I’m scared of this shit, you know? I don’t like it.”

“Well, um, I don’t believe in it anymore, so…”

“What’s the harm, right?” She said, in that moment she thought she had fucked up. “I mean, if we both know that it can’t work, then there’s no problem… right?”

The line went silent for a minute. A short yet eternal minute. Why did I speak? Of course he wouldn’t go for it. Fuck, why would I even suggest it, I hate dating in the first place. She balanced herself on her toes and swung her arms around while mentally scolding herself.

“Right,” he finally muttered.

And in that moment they both smiled. This can only end one way. They it would go down engulfed in flames destroying everything around them, but right now they didn’t mind.

“So what kind of socks?” Yoongi asked abruptly. She let out a laugh.

“Mmm… knee-high basketball socks. Orange and green stripes,”

“You’re amazing, you’re 19 types of trouble but… amazing.”

“Yeah, so are you. 19 types,” she cleared her throat, “Well, it’s late. Did you finish?”

“I think the moment’s gone.”

“Ok, well, have a goodnight,” she said, “Call me.”

“I will.”

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Mid Season Thoughts on the Fall Anime Season 2017:

Ugh, it’s already November, and we are halfway through the Fall season, and you know what that means. Yup, mid season thoughts. I know, ALREADY. Ugh, this year is just flying by. With most of these series hitting their 5th or 6th episode, I’m able to go into more details about the shows I’m loving, and hating this season, thus far, (as spoiler free as possible). Keep in mind, I am only watching about 22 shows this season, so if you see something I’m not watching or should be, tell me! Also, please remember this is solely my opinion and if yours differs from mine, I’d love to hear it. So without further ado, let’s get into it.

Net-juu no Susume: Studio Signal.MD

Dropped. Alright, so I feel like I have to mention this. I’m a serious gamer. More specifically, I love me some MMOs. How much you ask? Well, so much so that I actually met my husband on World of Warcraft. Insane right? I mean my god you do not want to see our /played time on that game. So, needless to say, I am a bit critical on gaming anime because of this, because I know what it’s like. This anime was just… . cringey. I found myself sighing every chance I got and by the 20 minute mark, completely turning it off. Everything about the first episode was just … bad. There’s really just no redeeming qualities… well, one line said by the Guild Master which was something along the lines of “you have no idea what her irl gender is.” I laughed. It’s accurate. 85% of female toons you see on wow are actually guys. Anyways, moving on.

Evil or Live: Haoliners Animation

Dropped. Mmmm I had such high hopes. After reading the summary, I will admit, I was hyped for this show. On Paper, this show sounds wonderful. I thought it was going to be some horror psychological thriller that at the end of it left you questioning the very meaning of the world around you or something. Instead, what happened? I …don’t even know. The series starts off with massive amounts of Live Action, which, while being completely unexpected, I didn’t mind so much; the series became an instant drop for me when the MC and Co were clearly showing a break from reality and needed actual mental help, was beaten instead. It wasn’t “horror” or “edgy” it was just poor writing. Needless to say, I have dropped it.

Just Because!: Studio Pine Jam

Dropped. Did I make it through the first episode finally? Yes! When did I fall asleep this time? Episode two. The pacing on this show is what kills it for me. It’s so fucking slow. Ugh, I hate dropping it because it’s really pretty to look at, but I can’t deal with that pacing. Moving on.

Sengoku Night Blood: Typhoon Graphics

Dropped. I watched two episodes here before calling it quits. Let me save you the time. Girl goes back in time and gains a harem. A Vampire Harem. You heard me right.

Urahara: Studios Emt^2 and Shirogumi

Dropped. Instant Drop. Fuck, that animation is fucking trash. You have two studios working on this series, and the animation still looks that garbagey?!?! How?!?!?! I can’t even with this… Ugh, nope, moving on.

Boku no Kanojo ga Majimesugiru Sho-Bitch na Ken: Studio Diomedea

Dropped. This show is annoying. I started watching it with hopes of it doing two things. One, fill the hole in my heart that was left when Hajimete no Gal ended; and two, explain what the hell a Sho-Bitch is. Two episodes later, I still have no idea what a Sho-Bitch is. While the art is generic, the characters are bland and too common; also, the comedy too forced at time and repeatable. Yes, we understand main waifu really just wants to figure out what Haruka likes, and obviously misinterprets everything, but does that really have to be the joke every single time?

Imouto Sae Ireba Ii: Silver Link Studios

Dropped. Hahahahahaha, why is this show so popular this season? Seriously, find someone who isn’t talking about this show. It’s official, this is Silver Link’s answer to A-1′s Eromanga Sensei. My god this kid is OBSESSED with imoutos. It’s a bit repetitive for my liking, but I totally see why people think it’s hilarious. Needless to say though, as entertaining as it may be, I dropped it.

Omiai Aite wa Oshiego Tsuyoki na, Mondaiji: Studio Seven

Why am I still watching this you ask? *Nervous Laughter* It’s grown on me. It’s so bad, don’t get me wrong here, but like. . . . Will Nano and Souji get married? Yes, but it’s the journey that matters, not the destination. Rofl. Who am I kidding? I’m trash, but this is my guilty pleasure for the season, and it’s only four minutes each episode. I DON’T JUDGE YOUR LIFE CHOICES.

Osake wa Fuufu ni Natte kara: Creators in Pack

Not dropped yet, shocking right? Well, not really, I’m only watching it for the cocktail recipes. I feel like this anime is top notch for being bad. Like, it has spot on animation, considering the studio and that it’s a short, it’s unique at the very least, but nothing happens. Really, nothing happens. It’s the same premise each episode that is repeated heavily and the downfall of the series. Wife comes home, tired, husband makes her drink, wife gets drunk. The end.

Ousama Game The Animation: Studio Seven

I feel like you have to watch the truly terrible series in order to appreciate the good ones. This series is bad. My god it’s bad. Poor writing, poor animation, blood for the sake of blood, just overall bad. And what makes it worse? It’s one of the two survival game anime airing this season, the other being fantastic. After sitting through both weekly, this one just fails. . . .Except Mamo. Mamo is perfect. I love you Mamo.

Black Clover: Studio Pierrot

Ugh, do they ever stop yelling? Pierrot has killed this series. Plain and Simple. Honestly, there is so much I could go into, like the terrible voice acting, horrible pacing, stereotypical characters, or decent animation, but I feel like all of that is just beating a dead dog. Everyone in the community has already mentioned all of this, so why reiterate? I’ve been told the manga is a billion times better, and I might one day start it, (especially since I own the first seven volumes haha), but for now there are only two reasons why I am watching it still: one, because my husband really likes the series, and two, because you have to watch the bad series to appreciate the good ones. But, for the love of all things holy, please stop with the yelling.

Konohana Kitan: Studio Lerche

MY CUTE LITTLE FOX GIRLS.

I love this show. It’s so adorable, and Yuzu is fucking adorable, and this entire show is adorable. The tone of this show is just so fucking adorable and leaves you feeling so happy. Did I mention it’s adorable? No? It’s adorable. Ugh, I needed this show.

Kino no Tabi: The Beautiful World: Studio Lerche

I’m watching the dub. YEAH, I’M WATCHING THE DUB, WHAT’S IT TO YOU?! Every season, I typically pick out one or two dubs per season to watch; last season it was Boku no Hero Academia, (Yeah, I watched it subbed too, WHAT’S IT TO YOU?) this season it’s this. And, no it’s not just because I heard Ian Sinclair had a role in it! So, what are my thoughts on it? I like it. I like it a lot. It’s different, everything from the beautiful animation done by Studio Lerche, (yes I really like Lerche.) to the wonderful story line. It’s different, and when you’ve seen as many anime as I’ve seen, different is very much appreciated. How’s the dub you ask? Surprisingly, pretty well done. Lately, I’ve been feeling like the quality of dubbing has gone down with as many as Funimation does in a season; they mostly just feel rushed and poorly executed, if you need an example just look at Juuni Taisan. It’s nice to see that that isn’t the case here.

Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou: Studio White Fox

It went in a different direction than I thought it would. This show is genuinely good, and is definitely worth the watch this season, but more so if you like episodic Slice-of-Life series. While I still haven’t permanently given up on the hope of the series taking that darker more philosophical route, I am actually satisfied with the way it is going from here. I am also fascinated with the fact that they aren’t actually the last humans alive, and I think that makes this series just that much more unique than the majority of the moe post apocalyptic series out there. I guess the only major downfall of this series is the terribly done 3D animation. I mean, dear gods they need to take a page from Inuyashiki or Children of the Whales because they know how it should be done. But overall, I am actually happy with the first part of the season, and looking forward to the rest.

Mahoutsukai no Yome: Wit Studio

The hype killed it for me. . . .

Yes, this series is really good. I’ve already admitted it’s contender for Anime of the Season, and the best thing this studio has done, period. (Fight me SnK fans). But, this series has been so hyped up that I dread watching the weekly episodes. It just exists for me right now. I know, “but Persephone, this show is just SO good, how could you not be in love with it?” Meh, it’s a phase, I’m sure once the hype dies down, I’ll like it more; for now though, I’ll keep watching it weekly, but if you need me I’ll be in the corner hyping up Juuni Taisen.

Kujira no Kora wa Sajou ni Utau: J.C.Staff

Children of the Whales, because fuck that long title. After many recommendations, I picked it, and oh my god am I glad I did. First off, the art style is beautiful. It looks like nothing this studio has ever created, it’s easily one of the best animated series of the season. I bet most people didn’t even notice it’s in 3D because that’s how well done it is. The plot is captivating, and makes me scream either “What the Fuck?” or “No!” at least once per episode, (thank you for holding up to the ‘Drama’ tag). Netflix needs to step up their game and release the damn episodes weekly, just saying. Also, Best Closing of the season. I can’t skip the closing. Period. It’s beautiful. Don’t wait. Watch it. It deserves more hype.

Blend S: A-1 Pictures

My moe blob this season. This is one of my favorites. Why wouldn’t it be right? Cute moe girls doing cute things? Perfection. I think why I like this show so much is solely because of all dark, dramatic, depressing or actiony shows I am watching this season, this one can leave me with a smile on my face. It’s the palette cleanser you watch when you are sad or just want a better mood. It puts a smile on your face and I need that, especially this season. Plus, it’s also just really good; and, not to mention, I got my token beach episode, so I’m happy.

Inuyashiki: Studio MAPPA

This show destroys me. MAPPA, what the fuck? Why are you making me feel? Alright, The opening few minutes of the first episode made me feel. Fuck, I almost started crying. It was depressing and yet the story was just relatable and beautiful all at the same time. Then. . . it got weird with the whole alien, mecha space thing. Then, more feels. What did episode two do to me? I broke down. Hard. That scene in the second episode was fucking hard to watch. I honestly don’t think there’s been a scene that’s been that hard to watch since the puppy scene in Elfen Lied. That’s how hard that scene was to watch. That was also the moment I knew I was hooked. Now, we are coming up on episode six, and I’m still just as hooked. This is without a doubt one of the best of the season, and definitely the darkest.

Juuni Taisen: Graphinica

Without a doubt my favorite non sequel of the season. I’m addicted. I love everything about this show. It’s fucking intense and filled with plot twists and betrayals and deaths and gore and just epicness. Is it a bit predictable? Well, yes, but what do you people honestly expect when there are twelve main characters, twelve backstories and twelve episodes? Also, DID YOU SEE MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE PYSCOTIC USAGI?!?! BEST BOY 2017. YEAH, FUCK YOU FIGHT ME.

Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de Aru: Washio Sumi no Shou: Studio Gokumi

My God, am I a whore for a good drama filled Magical Girl series. Seriously, it’s my crack. Ugh, add on gorgeous animation to top it off, and I’m set. I loved season one. I adored it, and now that this part has just finished airing, I can say without a second of doubt, this season is better than the first. Just watch it. Take my word. Watch it. Oh, and

*Screaming as loud as possible while crying hysterically*

GIN-CHAN!!!!!

Osomatsu-san 2nd Season: Studio Pierrot

I feel like this show is the hardest show to talk about. I mean most of what this show is can be summed up with a simple “What the fuck am I even watching?” But, let’s see what can be said about this. My gods this show is a gift. This has to be one of the underappreciated comedy gems to come out in the recent years, and it fills me with joy knowing that it still shines just like the first season did. I love the more focused episodes on each of the brothers and even the parents. With just the first part out right now, I can still say without a doubt that I am enjoying this season more than the first.

Shokugeki no Soma: J.C.Staff

It’s about to go down. I repeat: It’s about to go down. The hype is real with this show. This is hands down without a doubt the best season of Food Wars period. As a manga reader I can tell you everything is true to the manga and perfect. I need more Food Wars in my life. This is amazing. ALSO, MY SON IS ANIMATED NOW AND HE’S FUCKING GORGEOUS, AND I’VE WAITED FOR YEARS FOR HIM TO BE ANIMATED AND HE FINALLY IS AND I’M SO HAPPY.

3-Gatsu no Lion 2nd Season: Studio Shaft

My Gods, WHY IS NO ONE STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS?!?!?!! I fucking LOVE this show. This show makes me feel shit I didn’t want to feel. You know a show is amazing when every episode you don’t know if you want to cry because it makes you so happy, or curl in a ball and cry because HINA AND REI ARE MORE PRECIOUS THAN LIFE AND DESERVES ALL THE HAPPINESS THEY CAN GET. Without spoiling anything, episode three and four destroyed me; I’m talking like near Koro-sensei level of destroyed, and that alone makes it a gem that’s hard to come by. Hina and her development in this arc is fucking amazing, and my gods don’t even get me started on Rei. Ugh, it’s perfect and deserves all the praise.

Gintama. Porori-hen: Bandai Namco Pictures

Like what even was life before Gintama? Was there even life? Was that actually living? Any anime season with Gintama airing is a good season, regardless, yet once again Gintama keeps bringing us more and more quality comedic gold, proving yet again why it’s the king of comedy series. This arc is hilarious, like seriously, is there someone out there who doesn’t like this arc? Exactly, I rest my case. Thank you Gintama.

Ballroom e Youkoso: Production I.G.

This has to be one of the best sport anime I’ve seen in a long time, and without a doubt, the best sport one of the year. I love Sport anime, and I think that I.G. has proven they know how to do a good sport anime. I mean with Kuroko, Haiykuu, Prince of Tennis, Diamond no Ace, (Do I need to go on?), there was never a doubt that it wasn’t going to be anything less than amazing. But, damn. They outdid themselves here. I’m impressed. All I’m left with each week is the need for more. It’s really good. Fuck, it’s really good. Seriously, why are you not watching it? Also, Fuck you Chi-chan. You are still worst girl 2017. Yeah, Fight me.

So, yeah, those are my thoughts so far on the Fall Anime 2017 season. Let me know yours, and if there is anything I’m not watching, and should be, then please tell me! I love recommendations.

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