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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 11

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Bear in mind the pairing of this fic along with the fact it’s set in a post-apocalyptic setting, so there will be themes and elements fitting the setting. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This is it, folks! The final chapter! This fic was a challenge to write but I had so much FUN! Thank you for coming along on the Miller journey with me. I hope you enjoyed it! This is also the first official chapter series I'm ending, and even though I wrote it over the course of 2 weeks in February, I'm still feeling a way about it. It's poetic that this ends on my birthday too!

**UPDATE: I have decided to continue this fic beyond this point!

I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this moodboard, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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<<Chapter 10

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Time passes as it does. You loved living with the Millers as they were the only people in the world that you cared about. They never judged you, only loved you, supported you, and cared for you, and you the same for them.

About a year after Joel had joined the relationship, you were standing in the kitchen making tea when you turned around to see all 3 of them on one knee behind you.

“We may not have rings or anythin’ fancy, sweetheart.”

“But we love you, darlin’.”

“Our lives are made whole with you in it, angel.”

In unison, they said “Will you marry me?”

Benny chuckles. “Or us, rather.”

“I- YES!” you throw yourself on your knees, pulling them all in as you hug and kiss each of them.

“We’re sorry we don’t have a ring or anythin’. It’s hard to come by, angel.”

“I don’t need a….a…”

They all look at you as the lightbulb comes on in your brain.

“Do any of you know someone who does tattoos?”

Will chimes in. “Yeah. One of my officer’s sisters a few sectors the other way from where you lived. Why?”

Benny claps you on the shoulder. “Where you gettin’ it?”

Smiling at him, you point to your ring finger, where you would traditionally have a wedding ring, if this was pre clicker times.

“What are you getting, angel?” Joel and Will are confused but Benny smiles at you knowingly.

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A week later, you stand in front of a few coworkers of the Millers, the only person you ever really met that you worked with was Benny. You had found a pretty sundress and styled your hair nice - one of the wives had helped you and put flowers in your hair. No one really questioned the fact that you were binding yourself to 3 men, all related. They were all just happy to have a reason to celebrate in this dark world.

After your vows, you headed over to the tattoo artist where she got to work, drawing an exact replica of the M tattoo the Miller brothers shared on your left ring finger, exactly where a ring would be. You couldn’t stop smiling despite the pain, loving the fact that you had their mark on you - it made you feel found, like you finally belonged, in a world where you had only felt lost.

The second you walk through the door to your place that night, Benny and WIll are on you, touching, kissing, biting, lifting your dress off as you rid them of their clothes. The three of you start to make your way to the hall, intending to head into Will’s room, but Joel speaks instead.

“Wait.”

Pausing, the three of you stop to look at Joel, whose eyes are roaming up and down the parts of your body that’s exposed. His head jerks towards his room.

“My bed’s the biggest.”

The three of you look at him - Joel had never joined in your group sessions, opting to only make love to you one on one, which was fine with all of you. But as you analyze his face, you see nothing but desire and a willingness, a lust for you that has you nearly dripping down your legs. You walk forward to stand in front of Joel and he looks down at you, eyes drifting over your body. You cup his face and wait for his eyes to return to yours.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

“To quote my brother, “I’m not touchin’ them, but I can ignore their dicks.” Especially if it means I get to touch you and see you loved.”

You pull him in for a kiss and nip at his bottom lip, loving the groan that pulls from him when you do. Fingers graze over the buttons on his shirt, undoing them and exposing his bronzed skin underneath. You slide his shirt off, feeling for the button on his jeans. Sliding his pants down, he kicks them and his boxers off and you let your eyes roam down his body, pouring all your love and adoration into your gaze. When you lock eyes with him again, his eyes are dark, lust blown, and you can see the restraint in his features. He leans forward to kiss you, leaving a trail of them down your neck and gently taking a boob in his mouth. You moan and toss your head back, feeling Benny move in to kiss you almost immediately, swallowing your sounds. Always the practical one, Will moves down the hall to open the door to Joel’s room and you gently push Joel off your chest as you break the kiss, biting Benny’s bottom lip as he smirks and turns to head to the room. You take Joel’s hand and gently pull him towards the doorway, Will slapping your ass as you walk past him. You laugh and squeal, smirking at Will over your shoulder as you lead Joel into the room and up to the bed. He stands there, eyes big and wide, looking a little lost. Thinking for a moment, you place your hands on Joel’s chest, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips before you whisper in his ear.

“Sit on the bed. On your knees.”

Joel swallows hard and does as you say, scooting about halfway up the bed. Still standing at the foot of the bed, you pull Benny to you, slotting your lips against his and winding one of your hands around his neck, playing with his hair. Will moves in behind you, pressing his body against yours as he kisses your neck and shoulders. He slowly glides his hands across your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. One of his hands finds a boob and he starts to massage it gently, swiping his thumb over your nipple, feeling how it hardens under his touch. You moan into Benny’s mouth as he slides his hand around the back of your head, holding you to him and deepening the kiss. His other hand finds the unattended boob, mimicking his brother’s actions. Will’s other hand slowly slides down your side, traces little designs as he descends. He moves his hand carefully in between you and Benny, making sure he won’t touch his brother. Once he’s comfortable, he swipes a finger through your folds, quickly pressing into you before pulling your juices out and back up to your clit. Breaking the kiss with Benny, you moan out as Will continues his work, Benny moving to grip your chin, watching your facial expressions as Will pumps his fingers in and out of you.

Benny and Will continue their worship of you for a few more moments, until you suddenly remember Joel is there this time, waiting patiently on the bed. You manage to turn your gaze to him and feel a rush of wetness between your thighs that has nothing to do with the way Will is treating you. Joel is sitting on his legs on the bed, eyes blown wide with lust as he watches you, gently gripping himself, sliding his hand up and down his length. Struck with a sudden desire, you tap Will’s and Benny’s hands and they stop what they’re doing. You kiss them each deeply before crawling across the bed up to Joel, kissing him deeply as well. Pulling back, you nip at his nose, earning yourself a smirk as you turn away from him and lay down on your back, legs dangling off the foot of the bed, placing your head in Joel’s lap, your head next to his already leaking cock. You stare up at him, giving Joel wide doe eyes as he continues to slowly stroke himself right next to your face.

Quickly glancing down at Benny and Will, you see them nod at each other, apparently having made a plan. Benny grabs your legs and spreads them wide, holding them up as he lines up with you. You hold Joel’s gaze as Benny slowly slides into you, touching a spot at the back of you. Your mouth opens, a soft “oh!” escaping your lips as your brows furrow together, Benny grinding into you at the end to rub into that spot harder. You wrap your legs around Benny’s waist pulling him closer to you. He grips your hips, pulling you onto him as he thrusts into you, making your head slide a little up and down Joel’s leg.

Joel’s face is watching yours, waves of pleasure dancing across your features. His pumping has sped up a little, drawing your attention back to his dick. Gently, you reach your hand up and lightly grab his, pulling him off himself. Confusion on his features for a brief moment, until he sees you open your mouth and slide his cock into it gently, making sure you don’t scrape him with the movements of your body as Benny continues to fuck into you. Licking around him, you take your time pulling him into you fully, seeing his head fly back, wordlessly mouthing “shit” as you suck him in. Because of your angle, his cock presses into the side of your cheek, the definition of him becoming apparent the more of him you take in.

“Angel, shit, you look so gorgeous.” Joel’s hand comes up to your cheek, rubbing over where he is stretching your skin, rubbing small circles into you, feeling you moan and writhe under his touch and praise. Slowly, he inches out of your mouth, watching as a trail of saliva connects both of you as he pulls fully out. Pushing back into your mouth, you slide your tongue around him, tracing designs into his skin as he pushes in deeper.

Suddenly, your clit lights up, adding fuel to the fire that had been steadily growing inside you. A tongue laps at your nipples and you feel the gruff of Will’s beard, the calluses on his hands catching on your bundle of nerves as he massages you. Your hand flies up, winding fingers into his blonde locks as you hold him to your chest, moaning and whining into Joel’s cock, causing him to stammer.

“Fuck, angel. That..you feel so good.” He strokes your cheek again, brushing hair from your face as he starts to increase his thrusting.

“Look at you, takin’ all of us like a good girl.” Joel nearly growls out his praise, and you can feel him holding back.

“She’s the fuckin’ best,” Benny chimes in, grabbing your legs and pulling them up to rest your ankles on his shoulders, pinning Will’s fingers inside your folds, which just increases the sensations. Benny picks up his pace and you can feel his hips start to sputter as he rails into that spot in the back of you. Your own pleasure about to break over the dam inside you, you pull your head back to get Joel out of your mouth, crying out as you come with Benny, both of your sounds filling the room as his hips shove into you, spilling himself deep inside. Will hasn’t removed his hand, guiding you back down from your orgasm, biting down on your boob, earning him an extra hard tug on his hair from you.

Benny kisses your calf before he pulls out, Will dropping your boob and removing his hand at the same time. Feeling suddenly empty, you turn your head to the side, pushing Joel’s cock back into your mouth, loving the grunt he lets out as you do. Able to focus on him a bit more, you take charge of the motion, wrapping your tongue around him and tracing patterns into his skin as you hollow out your cheeks as best you can, feeling Joel caress your cheek every time he pokes at it, praising you and caressing your face the entire time. About a minute goes by like this before Joel pulls out of your mouth.

“Hold on, angel. You’re…entirely too good at that and I want to make this last.”

A moment’s silence and then Will speaks.

“I’m…not as gentle as Benny.”

Joel nods and shifts you over so the back of your head is resting directly in between his legs. His hands caress your face as he gazes down at you, love pouring out of him and washing over you, causing you to heat up again. Benny lays on his stomach, scooting up to your side, one hand guiding a boob into his mouth as he laps at your nipple as you whine out, gripping his hair with one hand. Will grips your legs and pushes them open, as he lines up with you. You feel him heavy at your entrance, your pussy clenching around nothing as if trying to suck him inside. Will feels it and groans, his dark blue eyes finding yours.

“Are you ready, darlin’?”

You nod vehemently and before you finish nodding, Will thrusts into you, roughly pulling out to slam back into you, setting a rough pace as he tightly grips the underside of your thighs. You feel your head slamming into Joel who doesn’t seem to mind. Your mouth is open, whines escaping you with every harsh thrust. A crack echoes across the room and you feel the sting of Will’s slap on your ass and you cry out at it, Will repeating the action just to hear your sounds.

Benny drops your boob from his mouth and moves his opposite hand to your lips, locking eyes with you as he pushes his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them a little, listening to his small moans. Removing his fingers with a pop, he moves his hand down your body and finds your clit, rubbing small circles and taps onto your sensitive spot.

“Shit..I…I…fuck!” is all you manage to get out, feeling Benny gently nipping at your boobs, his hips starting to grind into the bed, unable to help himself.

Will pushes your legs wider, spreading you open and giving Benny more room to massage your folds and you cry out as Benny does just that. Joel takes your free hand in his and rubs small circles into the back of it, watching your face as it bounces in his lap from Will’s hard thrusts.

“You’re doing so good, angel. Lettin’ us take care of you.”

All you can manage back is an open mouthed smile at Joel, feeling Will’s thrusts getting harder and faster, knowing that’s his cue for getting close. His hands move under your ass and tip your hips up and at this new angle, he rubs right up against your g spot and you’re seeing stars, crying out as you come undone around Will, feeling him thrust into you a few more times before grunting out, spilling himself inside you. Benny continues to gently rub your clit as you come down, your body jerking as overstimulation sets in. He removes his hand as Will pulls out and moves down between your legs to bite your inner thigh, watching you grunt in pleasure at the mark. He continues kissing up and down your inner thighs, Benny having moved on to sweet kisses across your chest as well, Joel caressing your face.

“I need…I need…” you’re trying to gather your speaking skills.

“What do you need, angel?” Joel asks, watching your face.

You meet his eyes. “I need you, Joel. Please,” the last word was more of a plea but you weren’t above that.

Joel studies your face. “Are you…are you sure, angel? If you’re too…too sore or tired, you don’t have to-”

You’re sitting up, pushing Will and Benny from you as you do, turning to kneel in front of Joel. Placing a hand on either side of his face, you pull him to you, licking and biting at his lip before sliding your tongue inside, feeling him wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. You feel his erection pinned between you both, his thick cock pulsing with desire. You break the kiss but keep his eye contact, bringing your hand up to your face and licking your palm, sliding it between your bodies and gripping him, sliding your saliva around his erection. Joel breathes out heavily, watching as you pump him a few times.

His restraint breaking, he pulls you down onto him as he lays down, kissing you passionately, feeling you grind your hips along his.

“You ready for me, angel?” his voice is low and raspy in your ear, a shutter coursing over your body at the tone.

“Fuck yes.”

You sit back and take him in your hand, lining him up and sinking down onto him, both of you crying out when he’s fully seated inside. Unable to help himself, he thrusts up into you, tapping at a spot in the back.

“Oh fuck angel, you feel..ngghh…fantastic.”

You ride him for a few more thrusts, meeting his hips with yours as you both whine. You feel a strong hand between your shoulder blades, Benny’s voice husky in your ear.

“Bend over for me, sweetheart. I wanna be inside you too. That ok?”

You nod, letting the force of his hand push you forward, leaning over to kiss Joel. His hands come up to cup your face, cradling your jaw. You hear Benny pop his finger out of his mouth and feel him press at your other hole, massaging it gently before he slowly pushes his finger in to his first knuckle. You whine into Joel’s mouth, feeling Benny letting you adjust before he pushes in further. This time you break the kiss, mouth hanging open as you cry out, pleasure radiating out across your body. He slides his finger out, feeling you grip him as if trying to hold him inside. He pushes inside of you again and Joel watches your face contort in pleasure, mouth open in an “o” shape as Benny pushes in and out of you, cautiously adding a second finger before repeating his preparations. He gently pumps in and out of you, making sure you’re ok the entire time.

“I think you’re ready for me, sweetheart.”

He quickly wipes his finger on a cloth before settling behind you, Joel spreading his legs wider to give Benny more room. Joel thrusts into you hard once and stills, nodding at Benny. You feel his head pressing at you, hesitating for a moment before he slowly pushes in.

“Oh fuckfuckfuck!” you pant out, feeling every inch of Benny as he continues to slowly inch inside of you, letting out his own grunts along the way. When he bottoms out, his hips against your ass, your head hits Joel’s chest and you cry into it, feeling stretched and full.

“Fuck you’re so tight, sweetheart. Shit.”

He slowly pulls out of you and you beg him to come back, unable to stand the loss of his weight, his presence, inside of you. He chuckles lowly and slides back in, repeating the process a few times to make sure you’re ok and ready for him to set a pace.

Once Benny starts to move, Joel moves too and you cry, feeling both of them hitting all of your spots at nearly the same time. Benny grabs one of your hips and Joel grabs the other, digging their fingers into you as they both fuck you. Several thrusts later, you feel a strong hand grab your jaw, turning your head.

“Think you can take me, darlin’?” Will looks down at your tear streaked, lust blown face, his eyes darkened with his own desire.

“Please,” you pant out, unable to form actual words. You open your mouth and Will gets the hint, moving into a stable position. You lick at suck at him before he pushes into your mouth, grunting as he bottoms out. He grabs the back of your head and looks down at you for confirmation, making sure you were ok. You give him a wink and suck a little harder, running your tongue along the length of him. He moans as he pulls out, pushing back into your waiting mouth and setting his typical rough pace, holding back slightly because it’s your mouth.

You’ve never felt so deliciously, deliriously full. All 3 of the men you cared about most inside you at the same time. It made you feel powerful and sexy, these grown men, your men, shifting their own positions to make sure that you were getting pleasure from this too. And fuck were you getting pleasure. It seemed like every part of you was alight with it, someone pulling out while another pushes in, tapping at several places at once, skin gliding and slapping against skin as the sounds you all were making echoed across the room. You managed to slide a hand over to Will’s knee and tap it, Will sliding out of you and hovering in front of your lips.

“Come for me, boys,” you pant out the last word and quickly take Will back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him while he slides fully into you.

You feel all of their hips starting to sputter, their breathing and grunts speeding up and your dam breaks, your release jolting through you and extending out to all of them as they all come. Joel’s hips thrust into yours sloppily as he comes, grunting out his higher pitched moans as he coats your inside. Benny slams his hips against your ass, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he spurts into you, his head thrown back and jaw open. Will’s hips had a few hard thrusts left in them as he comes into your mouth, gripping the back of your head and pulling your hair as he groans. For a few moments, no one moves, everyone breathing heavily as they come down.

“Shit darlin’. I’m sorry,” Will nearly whispers as he slides out of your mouth, moving to grab a cloth as you take deep breaths. He dabs at your mouth, cleaning you off before he plants a quick kiss to your lips, nipping at your nose as he moves to grab another cloth. He tosses one to Benny and one to Joel, who nod their thanks. You rest the side of your head on Joel’s bare chest, watching as Will pulls on a pair of boxers and walks out of the room, his explanation of “Waters!” spoken over his shoulder. Benny pulls out next and you whine at the loss of him, feeling a cloth being pressed to you as he gently cleans you up and places a kiss on your lower back. Benny walksto the door and yells after Will, still completely naked, yelling “We need snacks too, William!”

Managing to pick your head up, you meet the chocolate eyes of Joel, heavy with love as he gazes down at you. You make a move to sit up, but he locks his arms around you, holding you to him for a few moments.

“You gonna stay in there all day, Joel?” you chuckle.

“I was thinkin’ about it.” He smiles as you brush the hair from his forehead and let your fingers trace his features, ending by cupping his face.

“How do you feel, Joel? Was this all…ok?”

He sighs and brings his hand up to the back of yours, squeezing it. “I’ll admit I wasn’t sure about this when we started. But, angel, that was…so fuckin’ hot… I’m kickin’ myself for not joinin’ sooner.”

“Well, we have plenty of time for whatever you desire.”

He kisses you softly before groaning as he pushes at you gently, giving you the signal to lift off of him. You do and the both of you whine, missing the feel of the other. You lay down feeling hollow, empty without them. Joel lays down next to you and pulls you to his side, letting you nuzzle into him. His chest rumbles as he starts to stroke the arm you’d thrown over his chest.

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, Joel.”

“SNACK TIME!” Benny bursts into the room still butt naked, and bounces over to the bed, jumping onto it on all fours. Laughter erupts from your mouth as Joel swears at Benny.

“Put fuckin’ some pants on, bro! I don’t want to see that!”

“Then stop lookin’! I know other people in this room appreciate my body.” He winks at you as more laughter pours from your mouth, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes as you slap his chest.

“Ok, ok stop, I can’t breathe!”

Benny joins in with your laughter, moving off the bed and helping you to sit up. You pull on your dress and throw Benny’s underwear at him, hitting him squarely in the face. Joel joins in the laughter now, watching as Benny waggles his eyebrows at you, brandishing his boxers and doing a corny seductive dance as he puts them on, hopping around the room on one foot. Once you’re all dressed, you join Will in the kitchen, where a small meal had been set out. The 4 of you eat and chat, having a great time and you think to yourself how lucky you are to have found 3 people in this broken world that care for you as much as you do them.

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One year later…

Will walks in the front door, kicking off his boots and joining you and Benny at the kitchen table where you were playing cards. He takes your cards as you move to get him a drink, letting him know dinner will be ready in about an hour.

The 3 of you sit to eat when Joel comes in, an odd look on his face. He mimics Will, kicking off his boots and hanging his coat up before entering the kitchen where you’ve already set down a bowl of stew and a drink for him. Joel walks up and pulls you to him, giving you a quick kiss and a whispered “Thank you” before sitting down, taking a couple bites of food before speaking.

“I was offered a..mission of sorts today.”

The three of you turn to look at him, giving Joel your undivided attention.

“Oh yeah? How far this time?” Will asks.

Joel rubs the back of his neck. “That’s the thing. I would be gone for…at least a year, probably more. Granted, that’s if all goes well.”

You all stare at him, frozen in your actions.

“Over a year?” You ask, worry and dislike lacing your words.

Joel meets your eyes. “Yeah. It’s…pretty important. Tess said it has to be me. But-” he looks at each of you in turn. “-I don’t want to be away from you all for that long, especially considering there’s a strong probability I wouldn’t…come back.”

“Absolutely not, Joel.” You find your words first, Will and Benny voicing their agreements.

“Angel, this is important.”

“You’re important, Joel. To me. To us. What is so important that you’d be willing to risk that?”

He sighs. “There’s a..girl. She needs to get out of the city and to…the Fireflies.”

You all swear, Will slamming his fist down on the table.

“BUT-” Joel raises his voice, putting his hands in the air. “-I want you all to come with me.”

That shut you up.

“What do you mean? Leave Boston?” Benny asks.

Joel nods. “Exactly. I know we have good lives here but I can’t leave with the very likely chance I won’t see any of you again. And honestly, I need you. All of you.” His eyes linger on your face, blown wide like a puppy.

Silence for a bit, but you’re the first to break it.

“Why is she so important?”

Joel watches you for a moment, internally debating with himself. “Tess said she’s got the potential for a cure. For this.” He gestures around vaguely, but you all know what he’s talking about.

You glance at Benny and Will, reading their expressions and seeing they match your own. As much as you don’t want to be over the wall, you admit that the idea of being outside again thrills you, and a change of scenery? A way to get out of dreary Boston? And still be with your boys?

“When do we leave?”

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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years

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The Afterparty

Summary: You’ve been a fan of BTS for seven years and counting. When you see them at the GRAMMYs after-party, you’re surprised to find that no one is even going up to talk to them. They’re making a spectacle of them, as the boys lounge lazily on the couches. With sweaty palms, you finally manage to stutter out a “hello,” to Namjoon, the leader of the group. A lot can happen in one night, especially when you’re the only one who makes them feel welcome.

Words: 6.8k

Pairing: BTS x Reader (all members)

Genre: Smut, pwp

Warnings: Gangbang, Vanilla sex, Oral (m & f receiving), spit-roasting, Unprotected Sex, Bad use of condoms (if you have them, use ‘em!), Double Penetration, Sex toys, rope-play, hints at Jungkook getting together with reader, possessive pillow-talk

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“Hey guys, I’m a huge fan.” You wave at all the members, feeling immediately small as they say a small “hello” back. It was your first time getting tickets to a huge awards show, much less coming to an afterparty where only the hottest celebrities gather together for one night. You weren’t a celebrity, but at least you were making an effort to talk to them without clout-chasing.

They could tell you were nervous, so Joon speaks to you in a soft voice.

“Hi, it’s always great to meet a fan. How long have you been listening to our music?” You look down, feeling too dizzy to look at him directly in the eyes. You could feel the eyes of jealous onlookers on you as you speak to your favorite artist.

“Seven years. I found out about you guys during the ORUL8,2? Era. I fell in love with your cute grunge band type theme there.” Namjoon, for the first time in a long time, actually blushes at your words. As he rubs his neck, Hoseok and Jin who were sitting next to him gaze at you in bewilderment.

“Yeah, not my greatest era.” His genuine laugh catches everyone off-guard, they thought they weren’t supposed to socialize with anyone.

“I love your songs though, and your lyrics are amazing. Jin, may I just say, Epiphany was so well sung. I even got a tattoo of the lyrics!” You pull your sleeve up to show Jin your tattoo. He exclaims, “Wow.” before setting your arm down. “By the way, when is D-2 gonna come out, Yoongi? The first one was so good. Oh sorry, was I rambling? Oh God, I’m rambling.” You sigh in embarrassment as the members find themselves thinking about how cute you look all self-aware of your surroundings.

“It’s fine. Here, you can sit between Jimin and Yoongi. There’s room on the seat of the couch, since they decided to take the armrests.” You can’t believe you’re between your bias and biaswrecker. Well, you are an OT7 bias, but you were sitting at the hip level between the two men. Who you idolize. 13-year old you is dying.

“So, Yoongi...are you at least bringing back Tony Montana for a studio version?” Jimin says something to him in Korean before shoving him playfully and then Yoongi turns to you, saying,

“Sorry, no spoilers.”

“Okay, I’m not an interviewer or a reporter. You can tell me, honestly, are you fluent in English?” You direct the question to both the boys as they give you cheeky smiles before Jimin leans in and whispers seductively in your ear. “Yes. We all know English but we pretend like we don’t because we’re too lazy to answer stupid questions.” You blush at the close proximity but mostly because it sounded like Jimin was telling you to piss off.

“Wow. You guys are cool. I could never act so well,” You find yourself more at ease with them, locking eyes with Taehyung across on the other couch opposite of you, with Jungkook on his phone and too distracted to notice your silent eye-fucking. You wouldn’t know, you were too oblivious to pick up on his arousal. He wanted you, bad. “Well, I’m gonna head down to the snack table. Anyone want anything?” This time Jungkook looks up, tucking his phone into his pocket before running after you.

“Me too.” His broken English is so cute, as he follows you to the table to find a feast. He licks his lips, in seeing the giant chicken untouched and ready for consumption. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a couple of girls pretending like they’re scrolling through their phones and taking pictures of him. You wish there was a no phone rule or something like that at this afterparty.

You move to his other side, blocking his view from the girls as he obviously looks up at you after grabbing some drinks.

“You take four. I took two. Jin and V on diet.”

“I know your secret. You don’t have to talk in broken English, Jungkook.” He smiles as you call him by his name correctly, you’re sure he’s grateful to you for not prying. Most Americans would get all up in his business.

“Thank you.” He whispers softly as you grab the cups and balance them on a plate.

“For you guys.” You pass out the drinks to the members and immediately Namjoon starts up another conversation with you.

“Is this your first after party?”

“Yeah, but it’s fun. At least it’s memorable for me because I got to meet you guys. Sorry, I’m still a little star struck.” He lets out a chuckle as you take a sip of the champagne.

“You’re handling it pretty well. If I were in your shoes I would’ve freaked out. It’s so cool that you stuck with us for so long.” You shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips as Namjoon takes a sip of his drink as well.

“Not really. You guys are just regular people and I think fans forget that sometimes, it’s easy to forget when you guys dance so in sync and robotically without even thinking.”

“It takes a lot of hard work.” He reassures you.

“So, did you bring your girlfriends?” You mock the interviewers’ questions as Namjoon guffaws. “I’m just kidding. I don’t care, I stan you for your music and your animated personalities, cheers guys.” You clink glasses with them as they take a sip, all eyes on you as you stand among them instead of looking at them like trophies in a glass case. Everyone in the room was watching you, as you interacted with the “Korean act” so naturally.

There was nothing to it, you didn’t care if they were staring anymore. If anything, you felt more welcome standing next to Bangtan.

“So is asking about personal relationships just an American thing?” You cringe thinking about the Ellen show and how she asked inappropriate questions such as “have you ever hooked up with ARMY?” and completely disrespected them. You didn’t want them to get the wrong impression of you from that bad encounter.

“It’s a strange concept but unfortunately yes, it is normalized here. I think you handled it pretty well though, Tae’s reaction was memed when in reality it was completely understandable!” Taehyung looks up from his phone at the mention of his name, staring directly at you once again.

“Why does he keep looking at me like that?”

“I think he wants to talk to you, dear.” Namjoon’s sudden change in demeanor intimidates you. You shake it off as Namjoon pushes you towards the couch where Taehyung is lounging on while Jungkook disappears off to the bathroom.

“H-Hi Tae.” You awkwardly stock over to the couch as the second youngest BTS member eyes you up and down.

“What’s your deal? Do you want a picture, an autograph? I can’t figure you out.” He sounds cold and calculating, despite your thoughts kindling telling you he was a warm and kindhearted person.

“I’ve been honest this entire night. I wanted to drop by and say hi to the group that I’ve been stanning for seven years. Is that suspicious?” He rubs his jaw, gulping the rest of his drink before setting it down on the table next to him. He looked like he was about to eat you alive, and you loved it.

“No. I can tell you’re being sincere. We’re chill. Joon, everything’s chill.”

“Alright, now that that's done, our manager told us to be back in our hotel room in 10. We were supposed to skip the after party as we do in all awards shows but he insisted we make an appearance. That’s why we’re here.” Namjoon rounds the members up and everyone adjusts his pants accordingly as they stand up.

“Oh, you guys are leaving?” You sound hurt, but with Jimin’s warm fingertips suddenly on your cold shoulder, you shudder at the small shock from his touch.

“Sorry, how about we just take a quick picture together? I think you’re one of the coolest fans we’ve met.” You didn’t want this night to end.

The Park Jimin just told you that you’re cool. You felt complete.

After snapping a couple pictures, Jungkook quickly appears by your side, stopping the other members.

“Wait, they’re playing “Cotton Eye-Joe” I wanna dance!” Namjoon rolls his eyes before dismissing him. To your surprise, he asks you to dance (very anxiously at that) and you follow him to the dance floor.

Even if it’s a private event, there are a lot of people in the crowd. You and Jungkook also hold hands so you don’t get separated. Suddenly, everyone forms lines. As the song starts, the crowd starts dancing in sync. You teach Jungkook the moves and just as his curious eyes meet yours, you hear the sound of a bell. They were gonna say toasts.

“That was…” You can’t place your finger on it, but Jungkook looked like he had just seen a ghost. He looked strange. You’ve never seen him give anyone that look. Could he be...Jungshook?

You raise an eyebrow as he suddenly runs back to Namjoon, whispering something in his ear and then going to the other members as well. You’re confused as Namjoon pulls you aside, tapping your shoulder instead of grabbing your hand to follow him. You go to a smaller area blocked off from the crowd.

“Sorry, there were too many cameras around there. I was wondering if you wanted to come with us for the private after-party celebration and have some drinks? We normally go live and then after we turn off the camera we get a little drunk and wild. Plus, Jungkook said he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.” As he smirks you realize what he just meant. Jungkook was attracted to you?! Either that or he meant it in the most friendly, non-sexual way possible.

“Alright. Um, where are you guys staying by the way?” Namjoon gives you a sexy smirk before leaning and whispering right up against your ear:

“Room 327 on the third floor. That floor is off limits but we’ll let the guards know you’re allowed in there.” You look around before following him out and discreetly making your way to the girls’ bathroom.

“Did you see that bitch parading around the boys like she was their eighth member or something? Pathetic, honestly I gotta give her a C+ for trying. I couldn’t talk to their leader Jimin looking like a trashbag.”

“K, they were literally ogling her. Like you gotta admit, her dress was super cute and her makeup was pretty too.”

“What’s wrong with you G? Are you crushing on her or something? You’ve got to get your eyes checked. She wasn’t even pretty. If anything our boys were uncomfortable.” You open the stall door, washing your hands quickly and quietly ducking out after patting dry. The girls in the restroom make wide big eyes when they realize they just messed with the wrong bitch.

They’re pretending like they were the ones that got invited to the secret BTS party. Losers, they were just sour because Jungkook didn’t even give them the time of day.

You decide to head up to the room after 10 minutes of Namjoon signaling you to get ready and then as soon as you see them leave the party, you sneak up the stairwell. A bulky, tall and surprisingly handsome bodyguard stops you.

He pushes his glasses down to see you, and then lets you through to go join the boys.

You quietly knock on the door to be greeted by a smiling Hobi, and he shushes you before pushing you behind the couch in their suite. The room was so wide and big, different from the hotel room you were staying in for sure.

Within five minutes or so the boys wrap up and then Yoongi leans over and pulls you out of your hiding spot.

“Hey! It’s you, um what’s your name?” Jin scratches his head for an answer. All the members seem a lot more talkative in comparison to earlier. The mood is light and merry.

“Y/N! And bring on the drinks, I’m gonna get tipsy.” The boys chant for you as you chug half a bottle within five seconds, still sober as you burp.

“Cute.” Jungkook laughs as you excuse yourself and take a sip of water to even out the playing field.

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“So now that we’re all drunk, how about we play a game of sexual ‘never have I ever’?” Namjoon’s proposal is favored as all of the members murmur words of agreement.

“Sounds good. Okay, I’ll go first. Never have I ever humped a pillow.” You, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok put a finger down at Yoongi’s confession.

“Never have I ever sucked dick.” Hoseok says, immediately spurring you, Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon.

“Really Tae? I thought you did.” Jin says, slapping his thigh as he turns bright red.

“No. I never experimented either.”

“Okay...hmm this is hard. Never have I ever been in a threesome.” Everyone puts their fingers down except Jin, who cries in the corner.

“Damn, that’s rough. Okay, never have I ever used lube.” Every man in the room groans as Jimin grins toothily. You found it charming how he managed to sound so cheeky but alluring at the same time.

“Never have I ever been in a romantic relationship that lasted for more than a month,” Namjoon and Yoongi put their fingers down as the other members complain about being too busy. You also put your finger down, biting your lip. “It’s your turn.” He reminds you.

“Um..never have I ever been sexually intimate with a woman.” All of the guys groan as you target them, putting their fingers down at your words.

“Never have I ever been in a gangbang. I had friends who talked about doing the same girl plenty of times in school and shit before we debuted. It was fucking annoying, I just wish I could get it out of the way.”

The room falls silent as you pipe up, clearing your throat before speaking, “Well, why don’t you? There’s one girl here and...ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ...so I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Jin breaks the silence with a stupid dad joke, making Hoseok and Jimin fall into a fit of giggles.

“So are we done? There’s no way any of you have been in a gangbang before,” Your voice stands out as all of the boys look at you, half-offended and half-aroused. “Am I the only one here who has actually been in the middle of three or more guys like that?” More accurately, you had a gangbang with two pairs of boys from neighboring schools, so no one ever found out about your promiscuous activities while you were 17.

“And you have? How could we believe you?” Yoongi spits out, sounding more defensive than anyone else in the room.

“I can suck three dicks at the same time. I’m not ashamed of my talents.” Yoongi gives you a harsh, judgemental stare. You’ve seen that look from your peers and teachers way back in high school and your workplace. They are doubting your abilities.

“Joon, why don’t you tell her why you really invited her here tonight?” Namjoon puts his glass on the table before standing up and pulling you towards him, your body lands on his, your head resting on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“We like sharing. Tonight, it seemed that Jungkookie took a liking to you. And we agreed, it would be good to get the maknae some pussy, especially since he hasn’t gotten laid in months. We decided you were the perfect candidate.” You gawk as he allows you to drop to your knees, your eyes wide as if you were asking for permission. Joon nods, sitting back down to give you access to his thighs as you crawl between his legs and inhale the wonderful scent of expensive cologne.

“Guys, are you really doing this in the middle of the couch? At least take it to the big bed where we can all see you, geez.” You’re surprised to see Yoongi unwinding on the couch, his dick large and bouncing against his thigh as he rubs the tip and goes back to the base as you’ve seen in porn.

“Jungkook-Ah, come here. You said you can suck three dicks at once, right Y/N?” You nod, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and feeling Jungkook’s growing bulge through his boxers first before pulling them to the floor and then taking his dick into your mouth as well.

Both men moan as you simultaneously suck them off, your tongue sneaking down to the bases of each individual cock so you could lick them to orgasm. You know simple little tricks can make all the impact.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. Shit.” It was strange, hearing curses fall from your favorite idols’ lips. Namjoon’s cock was much longer in comparison to Jungkook’s, but in whatever Jungkook lacked in length, he made up for in thickness. You were having trouble now, breathing heavily as you discard their clothes one by one.

The boys watch you intently as you suck them off, and you’re also equally aware of the men on the couches, who are watching your display of expert cocksucking.

Jimin, Tae, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jin have their hands in their pants or on their boxers as each man strokes himself to the site of you sucking their band members. You liked the taste, since they most likely ate fruits and drank sweet things to make their cum taste good. You can tell how healthy a person is just by the taste of their juices.

You lick your lips with a smack, your eye makeup is smeared and it makes you look like a raccoon before Namjoon grabs a tissue and wipes your eyes off for you.

You smile before peeling off the dress completely to reveal your lingerie. The men watch as you play with your huge breasts in front of them, toying with your bra as if you have trouble taking it off.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook groans as you start working and them again, now taking both cocks into your mouth at the same time and letting them see stars before pinching the tips with your long fake nails.

“Shit.” Namjoon and Jungkook came simultaneously, thanks to you. You smile as Jungkook grabs another tissue and helps wipe the cum off your cheeks and mouth before pressing the softest kiss to your lips. “I hope you’re okay with intimacy. We’re boys with hearts.” Namjoon puts a hand on his chest, signaling the “heart,” on his right side. That also adds onto his clumsy charm, the “God of Destruction” making an impromptu appearance as you make your mark.

“Yes, because your heart is totally on the right side of your chest. Come here, big boy.” You give Namjoon a lingering kiss after breaking from Jungkook and then you turn to the other boys on the couch.

“I wanna taste you.” Suddenly Jimin is kissing down your inner thighs, trailing saliva down your entire leg before kissing back up and staring up at you, just as Jungkook squeezes your boobs.

“I hope you don’t mind. We’re far from being done here.” You groan and close your eyes as pleasure takes you from all sides. Hoseok and Yoongi are circling your navel, joining Jimin in the attack on your clit, while Taehyung and Jin are working on your breasts as Jungkook and Namjoon hold your hair back, allowing the others to get a piece of you. When Yoongi and Hoseok step back, rubbing their naked dicks in their hands you realize everyone in the room is naked, including you. Jimin ripped off your panties and threw them on the floor next to the door while Namjoon took your bra off.

This is the first time you’ve seen all of them naked. They look even better without clothes on, in all honesty.

“Ji—FUCK!” You moan, bucking your hips as Jimin swirls his tongue right between your folds, hitting the perfect spot as you whine like a horny bitch.

“You’re fine sweetheart, just take his tongue. You can take another dick, right?” Before you can process what’s happening, Taehyung is fucking your mouth, his bulge poking the back of your neck uncomfortably. You still enjoy the sensation of being filled, so you don’t mind too much.

“Is everything okay? Thumbs up if you’re good, thumbs down if you feel bad.” Namjoon brings you back to reality as you give him a thumbs up, your heart racing in your ribcage as Tae fucks your face and Jimin eats you out.

Jin, during this whole time, was nowhere to be found. You wondered what he was doing. Maybe he was preparing a surprise for you? Your thoughts fail to wander as Taehyung’s testes slap against your cheeks, hard enough for you to go numb. Your face hurts but the gesture itself was so kinky, you wanted to see it again.

“Tae, slow down, make her feel good first. Jimin, fuck her faster.” Namjoon takes the lead as you lie back, panting heavily as Tae gives you a moment to catch your breath, his cock resting on your chin as you catch your breath, the sensation of Jimin’s lips testing your bundle of nerves as you shudder with an all-too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t believe a BTS member was about to make you cum tonight, for real, and not some drawn-out fantasy like the many lonely nights you spent with your vibrator and dildos at home. You’re so glad all of your friends passed up on this opportunity, according to them BTS were a bunch of “gay kpop dudes,” and “girls,” because they wear makeup like any other celebrity that would appear on camera. You would’ve gone back to your hotel room early to sleep in so you could wake up and go home after an unexciting night of wasted opportunity. You were so happy that this was happening.

At least you shoot your shot, and it actually worked this time.

When you open your eyes, you’re surprised to see that both men have switched positions, this time Taehyung ripping open a condom as your eyes widen, your mouth watering at the sight of his huge dick. You knew he had a big dick from the moment you stanned BTS. Now here it was, in the flesh, ready to enter your hungry, hungry hole. Your pussy tightens immediately at the thought, and you’re soon distracted by Jimin and Hoseok’s actions as they begin peppering your body with hickies. You don’t really mind, it’s not like anyone important is going to see you when you go home. Besides, this is Bangtan for pete’s sake, who the fuck would stop them from leaving marks? You wanted a reminder of this night, since this was just as special to you as it was to them.

Jimin moves his plush lips down to meet yours as Hoseok kisses your weak spot, right on the side of your neck. You giggle from the ticklish feeling of his tongue on your neck, practically melting into the bed as Taehyung rubs his cockhead against your weeping entrance, your pussy already slick wet with arousal as he nudges your legs further apart. His cock is huge, but it’s not ridiculously out of proportion. It fits his body, as a cock should look on a man, naturally. You’re so glad you aren’t a virgin. You remember freaking out after first seeing a dick in an erotic film.

Tae’s cock is far from weird or awkward, it’s actually as pretty and ethereal as the rest of him. You could say the same for the other guys, as their cocks fit their bodies too. It’s just a minute detail, but since you were obsessed with these seven men since forever, you pick up on it. Tae gives you that signature boxy smirk once again as you finish ogling him, making awkward eye contact with the 5’ 10” man as he teasingly slides his cock right up your most sensitive area.

“Cute, you’re so wet, I don’t think I could resist now.” You moan obnoxiously loud as your body convulses from the sheer force of his thighs meeting yours. You whimper out of pain, but as soon as your inner walls adjust to his size, you let out another sinful moan.

“Hobi...Jimin.” You see both men above you as you open your eyes slightly, their cocks hanging in front of your face. You love it, being treated like a whore when in reality you wouldn’t think of even holding hands with a boy. Maybe it’s the Bangtan effect. They’re all hot and they treat you so well, kissing you and checking up on you every few minutes. It’s not like an awkward fanfiction where the characters are mostly silent with prolonged descriptions of sex and wayyy too much background when it’s supposed to be a simple pwp smut.

You personally love reading those things, especially the 10,000 word ones. Now that you’re actually living it, you can see why authors would want to elaborate. The feeling can’t be expressed with dialogue, it’s so much more than that.

You sigh into their cocks as you suck them interchangeably. Both men are entirely fixated on you, watching as you somehow manage to please them while getting brutally fucked by their roughest bandmate. It was impressive, they’ve never seen a girl as talented as you. Maybe that’s because you’re the first girl they’ve ever fucked altogether.

This is a very special day for them indeed, as the city flashes purple outside in celebration of BTS attending the Grammys, the eight of you are trapped in your own little world, exploring each other.

Taehyung finishes fucking you after several minutes, your mouth filled with cum and your face stained white as well. Namjoon gives the two men a serious look before signalling the next pair of boys, Yoongi and Jin. Jin cleans you up first, while Yoongi gets you some water to help you recharge. You don’t know if you can truly get through seven men. Only Tae had penetrated you but you still felt incomplete. This wouldn’t be a true gangbang if you didn’t fuck every man at least once.

Yoongi seems to read your expressions, putting an arm around your shoulder and reassuring you first before moving on.

“You make the last call. We’re all okay with this but the moment you say no, it’s all over. I don’t wanna force you.” You find yourself leaning into a kiss, a gentle but firm kiss planting the first seed of desire on his lips. He can’t back away now.

“Can you bend me over and fuck me from behind? I’ve always had that fantasy in my mind from the time I discovered Yoongi smut fiction.” The other men seem impressed, watching you with drinks in hand as you seduce their second-oldest band member.

“Ahem, just so you remember, I’m here too. I grabbed toys earlier so I can prep you, don’t worry it’s clean.” You wanted to so desperately ask Jin where he got them but you snap yourself out of the little fantasy. You’re just a one night stand to them, you probably won’t see them ever again in person, whether it's in a sexual context or not.

“Mmmm, tie me up while you’re at it, would ya? Fuck, I’m into that kinky shit.” Jin gives you a wicked grin. For the first time, you notice his “jokester” persona has a dark side as well. If luck is on your side then sex will Jin will the perfect way to end this amazing night. A finale for the books, tabloids and magazines would eat it up! But you can’t tell anyone. You probably won’t tell anybody. It’s not like you’re a teenage girl from the hills. You can keep a secret.

“Me too, so are you sure you’re okay with this?” You nod as he finishes tying your arms to your sides, your feet still free in case you have to stretch.

“This is so hot, oh look she’s wet again. Why don’t you fuck her first hyung? We can take turns fucking her with the toy and using our dicks.” Yoongi smirks, drooling a little bit at the thought of you completely helpless at their mercy.

“That’s a perfect idea. Princess, you know what to do if it gets to be too much.” You give him a thumbs up as he pushes the dildo up your second hole, the one in the back. You’ve never had anal sex with a guy before. You’ve also never been tied up. This was a new experience for you, and you were excited that the men of BTS were the ones taking your sexperience to another level.

“Ohhhh, that feels amazing Yoongi.” You close your eyes, resting your head on a pillow as Jimin quickly wipes your sweaty forehead with a moist towelette. You give him a small mutter of “thanks,” before feeling a foreign emptiness in your body. Someone took the dildo out! Just as you were about to freak out, Jin quickly replaces it with his fingers. You watch in awe as they play with your clit like you’re a toy.

Then, you finally feel it, a cock wrapped in a condom, but the condom is so thin it feels like it’s barely there! After adjusting to him, you feel Yoongi slipping in behind you. You let out a scream, Jin pressing a harsh kiss to your lips and shushing you as you handle having two relatively large dicks inside you.

Your body shudders with shock and your muscles are tense as you move ever so slightly, adjusting to their slowing pace as they near their release, both men groaning ever so lewdly in your ears. You receive kisses and grunts of praise as they continue thrusting into you with no end.

“I’m so close, you’re so tight baby, so fucking tight.” Yoongi kisses your neck, biting down and leaving another hickey on an unmarked spot.

“Nggg, I’m coming, shit, fuck your pussy feels so good.” You’re so glad you shaved before you attended the awards show. Your lower body was silky smooth, and it made the experience just that much more pleasurable. Jin definitely appreciates it, as you buck your hips up and slam into his cock. Your inner walls are so stretched that you take all 9 inches of his erect gargantuan cock

“Oh, Jin! Yoongi…!” You moan as Yoongi starts rubbing your clit exactly above where Jin’s cock rests, your body jerking forward as you orgasm immediately. Your toes curl and you instinctively suck on something to mask the moans, much similar to how you used to suck your fingers to bite back a moan or two when you were a teenager still living with your parents.

You were so glad there was no one here to interrupt, it was just you and the seven men you adored so much. “Fuck me harder,” You roll your hips back on Yoongi’s body, as he and Jin readjust so you were on your side again but this time Yoongi loosens the ropes holding your arms down. You kiss him gratefully, quickly finding yourself in the middle of a dick sandwich as both men enter you simultaneously, fucking you at a quick pace.

Your body is numb and the only thing you feel is pleasure. It’s too good to be true, you just know it. “Cum in me. Fuck me hard and fill me up with your seed. I don’t care, just someone–anyone fuuuuckk.” You lewdly throw your head back in pleasure, Yoongi kissing your neck softly as he and Jin seemingly switched places, now with Yoongi in the front and Jin in the back.

“Look at her tits bounce. Oh you look so fucking sexy taking our cocks babe. Wish I could live inside you. I bet you’d love being my little cocksleeve, wouldn’t you?” You couldn’t deny his words, he spoke the truth. If a man such as Jin wanted to fuck you anywhere you would let him. That’s just how life is. You know you couldn’t pass up such an opportunity the moment you decided to strip down in front of them. You could take it, all seven of their cocks at once if they let you.

“Mmmph, I’m cumming Hyung. I wanna fuck her, fuck her forever.” Yoongi’s words only hang heavy in your heart, since you know this is just sex talk. In reality you’d have to leave tomorrow only to never see them again. It was the harsh reality of One Night Stands, one every person hates to go through.

It wasn’t like you didn’t know this would happen, of course you would grow attached to the person you’re fucking. It’s a natural reaction, you just didn’t expect Yoongi to be the emotional one, that’s all.

“Cum with me Yoongz, let’s cum inside her together.” The two let out synchronized moans before releasing their precious juices inside of you. Even though they came, they don’t bother pulling out, remaining in their positions as Yoongi presses his lips against yours in a post-sex daze.

“We did it. We all fucked her.” Jin whispers as your uneven breaths slow down, your racing heart calming down as you come down from your euphoric state. You could see their juices dripping down your thighs and spilling onto the white sheets, your body warm as you squeeze your legs so that your pussy really clamps down on Yoongi’s cock, while Jin’s cock twitches in your ass once more.

“It’s over then…?” Yoongi gives you a mischievous smirk, one you recognize from all his MVs. He has a calming laugh as well, the mood somber and fitting instead of an awkward post-sex shuffle for clothes and food. You suppose this is because the members of BTS have been friends for over ten years now, and they just had a way of understanding each other and lightening the mood just by murmuring to each other about random things.

Both men finally pull out of you, leaving you in your own little pool of sex as you lie atop the lonely king-sized bed, feeling more alone than you ever have. At least, you assume they left when an eerie silence settles into the room filled with a fragrance of musk and cologne and a putrid stench that you could only assume was your own sweat.

It’s funny how all the boys still smelled good even after fucking you like how they did. You missed them, even though they were with you just a moment ago.

“I just realized something, I forgot to ask for your name.” You’re surprised to find Jungkook standing before you, holding a towel and a water bottle.

“Y/N.” You didn’t realize it either, but then again you were too distracted getting fucked by monster cocks.

“That’s a pretty name. I was wondering if you wanted to sleep over here tonight? This is my room and I kinda wanted you to myself anyways so what do you say?” You liked the thought of Jungkook fawning over you, but it was even better now that he’s back so you can stare at him all night long.

“Sure.”

“Good, for a second I thought you were doing to say no. That would’ve been embarrassing considering that I kicked everyone out so I could have you.”

“Nuh-uh, that bed can support five people. We played rock paper scissors just so we could figure out who the heck gets to sleep with you tonight. Y/N, if you’re up for it?” You see a fully dressed Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok at the door, the men filing in as Jimin, Tae, and Jin remain nowhere to be found.

“Of course. Just cuddle me for warmth, it’s super cold in here.” The men take care of you just as you’d asked, Namjoon and Yoongi cuddling you from one side while Jungkook and Hoseok cuddle you from the other. You feel like this is definitely more than just a one night stand.

When the morning comes, you’re still in the big bed, surrounded by sleeping BTS members. You couldn’t believe they were real and waking up here was proof that last night really happened and you weren’t drunk off your ass. You remembered it so vividly, Jimin’s lips, Yoongi’s tongue, Hoseok’s fingers. Everyone touched you one way or another and you got to eat a lot of dick.

It all came with the price of your stamina, though. You weren’t the most active person, so your muscles were a little bit sore from all the extraneous activity. It was worth it, you would definitely go through it again even if it meant you had to limp to work the next day. Speaking of work, you had to go to your office today. You were in town for the concert but you had some business to take care of too. You still had a few hours before you had to leave, though, and your things were still in your room which was on a different floor, thank God you picked the same hotel that BTS was staying in without knowing.

“You need a shower, don’t you?” You’re surprised to find Jungkook awake and ready to carry you to the bathroom. You shyly follow him, heart rate rising as he gives you an adorable bunny-toothed smile. His doe eyes are so wide and filled with sparkles, as usual.

“No sex, right? I don’t think my body can handle another round so soon, although I wouldn’t mind if you bent me over and-” Jungkook’s eyes widen as you start.

“Ah, no. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m respectful. Even if we had amazing sex last night that doesn’t mean you can’t say no. You always have a choice.” You never thought of it that way. You thought it was always a permanent deal, just something everyone agreed on.

“So why did you decide to sleep with me? It’s not like you guys planned this, right?” He nods, as you start washing yourself with the shower curtain half open in case Kook wants to join.

“We didn’t. Well, I didn’t. Everyone was bored and we thought we could find different girls to spend the night with each of us. Obviously, things didn’t go as planned since everyone was too intimidated to approach us so we all narrowed our focus down to you. Argh, I should stop speaking for the whole group. What I meant to say was, I actually liked you from the start. Not because you approached me, but just because you treated me like an old friend. It was refreshing, and really nice to see a confident woman for once.”

“You think I’m confident?” You shut off the water as you begin scrubbing your body with soap.

“Of course, you danced in front of a crowd with me, that kind of thing takes guts. It’s like if I asked my childhood idol to dance with me. You did what others couldn’t. You’re amazing Y/N.” You turn the water back on, moaning as the warm water hits your skin just right. That wasn’t all; you were becoming hornier by the second.

Jungkook must’ve sensed it, since he pounces into the shower, fully naked and displaying everything. You can’t help but drop to your knees, innocently sucking his cock head and kissing his underside down to his balls where the last piece of hair remains. Jungkook’s pale face is flushed a lovely rosy pink as you lick the miniscule hairs, his whines setting you on edge as the water drowns out your noise once and for all.

“Cum on my face, Kook. I wanna taste your juices.” Jungkook lets out a girlish whine as you drive him over the edge with your dirty talk. He thrusts his hips forward, making you gag on his cock and tears well up in your eyes as his cum bubbles in the back of your throat. Seeing you actually covered in his cum is a different story, it activates a side of him he didn’t know he had until now.

“On your feet. I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you loud enough for my bandmates to hear.” Your moans are all that could be heard throughout the vicinity as Jungkook gives it to you good. His cock is swollen red, blood rushing to his face, heart, and lungs as he absolutely ruins you like you wished.

“I don’t think I can walk.” You croak, voice destroyed since he fucked your throat well before.

“You don’t have to. From now on, let me take care of you.” You didn’t have a problem with that, but little did you know that his bandmates had a very different vision for you in the near future.

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Dark Ending, hope you enjoyed the story! ♡

#bts x reader #ot7 x reader #btssmut #Smut #mature #smutcentralnet #dark themes #oneshot

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mirror-vicit-omnia · 3 years

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If Ignis were a YouTuber, I could see him doing cooking episodes where, of course, he teaches you how to make a five-star meal. Gives tips and tricks on everything from oil to temperature to handling the knife to what shape to cut a strawberry for a presentation.

And sometimes he tries to replicate food wars recipes or other dishes from pop culture.

But what's important is that he makes it as close to the original concept as possible, and then afterwards does his own take on it. Shows how he would make it.

The background music would be classy soft violin. Less Vivaldi's four seasons, more Brandenburg Concerto No 3.

Other videos are inspired by conversations with Prompto in particular. Ignis has an entire series dedicated to things that Prompto has been confused by, complained about, and showed a lack of proficiency in. This includes table setting (nine different utensils and three different glasses, at least), how to tie a necktie (30 styles + tips on formal wear co-ordination), and the basic steps of five different ballroom dances.

It would be very cute to have a Choco Bros YouTuber AU where the four of them all know each other and have separate channels with wildly different topics. And then they do crossover episodes. You get all the shenanigans.

Iggy invites Noct over for a cooking episode. Noctis seems very resistant. He takes the bed of lettuce off his plate when he thinks Ignis isn't looking. Ignis' motherly look of disappointment becomes a meme.

Gladio might do fitness and bodybuilding videos, or!

Basic training techniques with medieval weapons.

We know he's a literary fanatic, so maybe it shows in how he names things, his steel blades and practice swords.

Now the image I have is that the four of them mostly have their own channels and don't cross over too often. However, I could see a filmed sparring match between gladio and ignis.

Noct is dragged into the self-defense videos. He is used as an example of how not to do things. Gladio corrects his form for the camera. Noct looks pissy.

Prompto could have all kinds of things on his channel. A vlog maybe, some lovely nature hikes where he was going to take some beautiful expert shots anyway, might as well videotape himself dying as he hikes up hill.

Definitely a vlog. One of his most popular videos is of him going to a chocobo farm and getting very excited.

And Noct. In one version he might have a YouTube channel, but it would be very funny if he didn't. He doesn't have a YouTube channel. He's just dragged into everything by his friends.

He's that cryptid in the background. He'll conk out in the background, asleep in a chair, slightly off camera as gladio and Nyx discuss armor and hold up different pieces for the camera.

In one of igneous cooking videos, his elbow and me can be spotted through the entryway of the kitchen into an immaculate dining room. When igneous sets his perfectly plated creation on the dining room table, staged with the proper table settings, Noct's hair and folded arms poke in from the top of the frame. Ignis just set up around him.

There's only one video where anyone has seen this mysterious emo cryptid happy, and that is in the Prompto videos.

It was really know who this guy is, and if you only know their channels in passing, and don't know about the crossover episodes, you would have no idea that these three people even know each other, much less are childhood friends.

And people are like, so what is the guy in the background do? What's his deal? Who is he?

And I don't know where to go with this from here, but in my head it's really cute.

Update 8-5-21:

Why did I say that Gladio would only tie in literary analysis to the names of weapons? I was a fool. A complete and utter fool.

Gladio compares book styles of the same Legends told by different authors. He talks about translators, and through the process of reading all these different translations of ancient poetry, he discovered that there is an incredible bias amongst translators that misrepresents the original source material. You know, like in real life.

He does videos on historical accuracy of costumes, fighting styles, the works. But he also points out when the TV show or movie got little details right, little cultural things that no one would know about unless they knew. Something like... Having the seidr sort next to the jarl at the head of the table, because she is feared and disgraced and respected highly all at the same time. Or something, history nerds, throw us examples.

He cares about when cross lacing became a thing with corsets. He's pleased when he sees spiral corseting, it shows that they did at least some research.

If Cindy is a part of this, I want her to be a guest on the shows. But especially gladio, because I want them to collaborate on metalsmithing. Together, they forge Noctis' engine blade. It's a birthday gift. He loves it. The last 30 seconds of the video is a fast short clip compilation of everyone taking swings at different things in the backyard with the sword.

The engine piece doesn't do anything, it just makes the vroom vroom sound, which makes everyone's day.

Prompto definitely has some sort of travel vlog, something he saves up for and takes time off of his side gig to do.

The viewers don't know this, not explicitly, but Noct shamelessly pushes to foot the bill so that prompto can come with him to boring places he doesn't want to go. Like venice, italy.

See, Noct either doesn't want to be too much on screen or recognizable, or his father has a huge problem with it. Because his son is going to inherit a multi-million dollar company, and should anything scandalous happen on those videos, the whole world is going to know and he's just going to be a hard time for everyone. His life could be over before it's even started. How is Regis supposed to pass this down if everyone believes his son is incompetent?

Noct doesn't care, of course. He doesn't even want to be a part of the company. It's so stressful, just like being a prince in canon.

This means, of course, that he gets dragged all over the world to important events and meetings with his dad. Not often, but it's becoming more often the older he gets. And Noct hates it. So having Prompto along to goof off with is an ulterior motive.

He is edited out of every scene to the best of everyone's power. However, sometimes his voice does catch on screen. And if he's not easily recognizable, a blurry thing that's not even halfway into the frame, Noct will just shrug and call it good enough.

Also, those crossovers? Those seem almost for business. They do it for hype it seems. Oh it's so exciting, ignis is going to show prompto how to cook! And the two different videos on each channel show a different side of the experience. There's the crossing over points, like when they're in the kitchen and igneous hands prompto and onion and a knife and shows him the correct way to hold it, but then there's a whole bunch of other stuff that you get from prompto's vlog.

He records his entire experience. It's just as enthusiastic and fun as his videos always are, the same flavor and delivery, but it's in Ignis' apartment, and it's exciting. Prompto is very personal in his videos, so every single time he doesn't understand something, he puts in those narrative one-on-one moments, like in the office or in a reality TV show.

The video from ignis' perspective has an entire section of him explaining how the dish is made, a little bit of History on the meat and spices, the ingredients, and a breakdown of the steps of how to make it before anything happens with prompto.

And then you get the delight of Ignus trying to teach pronto how to cook. And it's a very wholesome video. Prompto probably messes up several times, but Ignis is infinitely patient. There are definitely puns. All sorts of puns.

All the crossovers have puns.

So, it's a big shock to learn that these three seemingly unrelated YouTubers are actually childhood friends. And it's the second biggest shock.

The biggest shock is that that weird sleepy emo cryptid, whom you only get blurry out of focus shots and barely there snippets of cut out conversation, is this high profile Rich boy who's going to inherit the titan company, an equivalent of Stark industries.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amiticia #prompto argentum

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silyabeeodess · 3 years

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So... Last night, I read the Balan Wonderworld novel. It’s... something. It's not bad--I did enjoy it and it does have its moments--but there’s bits that don’t really seem to work as well as they could’ve and they can add up. To avoid major spoilers, like last time, I’ll put my thoughts below the cut, so be warned:

Most of my concerns are issues with the individual characters, but I’ll start by talking about the book itself first. Because there are so many people and themes in it to discuss, with the plot covering every stage and each of the residents’ backstories, you have to move through events quickly: We don’t really spend enough time with any of the characters to know them beyond some basic traits and what they need. Fine for a game and with visuals, sure, but not so much for a story. Things can feel like they’re moving a bit too fast, which I can excuse because of the large cast number; however, the writing only amplifies the problem and makes it feel like the book is being padded with wasted, repetitive dialogue that takes away from the story. I want you to imagine taking the 12 Days of Christmas and turning it into a novel--not with the things divided up into each individual day, but each chapter repeating all of the other days that came before it. It’s stale, it’s droning, and you as a reader will just end up skipping through material after a while. The book does this through the visions the characters share of Balan and Fighter/Emma, with Streetbeat/Leo and the residents each having them with slight differences in-between. As you meet each individual resident, one by one, they repeat a lot of the same things over and over. Not only that, but then you have to loop back through them and their stages a second time as Leo saves everyone. It’s not quite as bad as my 12 Days of Christmas example, but it does get to the point where you’re ready to say, “I get it! Your lover gave you calling birds, hens, doves, and a partridge--please, just move on already!” There are such easy fixes to this issue too, like having characters already meeting in each other’s stages to cover them together, maybe summarizing the differences in their stages to set up Leo’s expectations before he sees how distorted they become later on since he’s going to have to visit each one anyway. Instead, time is wasted that could’ve been spent on descriptions or building the characters in other ways.

I think the one character that suffers the most because of this Fighter/Emma. Because she’s placed in the story with the same mystery as Balan and viewed as a villain by the rest of the cast up until the end, she’s constantly being sidelined even though she’s a main character. She’s used more-so as a plot device for Leo, running off to do her own thing when she’s no longer needed, and then gets no conclusion where all of the other characters do. It’s like that meme where a person asks, “What about Emma?” and everyone just repeats the question dismissively as an answer. Again, I get it, we’re following Leo’s story here just as we would only be following one of them in the game, but it’s bad to keep dismissing her all while using her as a necessary key to saving everyone else. I guess it’s implied at the end that the Wonderworld gang might seek her out too, as they did with each other, but she’s barely a footnote. Balan and Lance suffer a little bit too, but do make enough satisfying reappearances that it’s not as much of an issue.

I kind of want to avoid talking about the writing style further, as I can’t help but wonder how much might be more of something like a translation issue; however, I will say that if you plan on reading this with a young reader, be ready to explain some extensive vocabulary to them. The style itself isn’t very flowery, the book isn’t a heavy text, but there are some words they won’t understand that can’t be deciphered by using the surrounding text. Like I said, the book doesn’t have a strong focus on description: Moreover though, there’s not as many illustrations paced through the book as you would imagine based on the preview. You end have having to rely on what you already know going off those first images at the start of the book introducing the characters or if you’ve played the game. It’s not a big thing, but I can see it being a small problem if you chose to read the novel alone. I tend to lean toward styles with heavier description in both my reading and writing though, so that might be a bit of my personal bias as well. Some of you may prefer it as it is.

Now getting on to the individual characters... Oh boy, is there some stuff to go through. Let me start with the one I’m actually a little uncomfortable with, as her actions affect some of the other characters as well in major ways: The Clocktower Kid/Cass Milligan. Throughout the story, we’re given clues that she has a big crush on Pensive Perriot/Attilio Caccini--who, as most of you likely already know--is in love with a woman who works with him at his theme park as a princess. By the end of the book, it’s revealed that there’s a near decade-long gap between when the two stepped into Wonderworld and that Cass is the princess... Thankfully, Attilio showed no interest in Cass as her child-self and this means that they’re actually close to the same age, but let’s unpack the assortment of other problems this brings up. 1.) This goes beyond a childhood crush with someone older that most people get over: The girl devoted a decade of her life to getting the princess role so she could be with the guy. If it was a year or two between teenagers, that would be one thing: This borderlines obsession. 2.) She knows who Attilio is from the beginning and waits for him to confess his love to her before revealing her identity. She says it’s because she didn’t want to risk messing up the timeline, but her own actions could’ve done exactly that had the princess role been meant for literally any other girl on the entire planet. She didn’t know that she was meant to be the princess: All she knew was that she wanted to be with Attilio. 3.) Either Attilio just kind of accepts all of this or, again, the pacing won’t give us some much-needed details, because the next thing we know we’re getting to their engagement and honeymoon months later. Keep in mind: While she waits a decade for him, his confession takes place barely a few hours after he leaves Wonderworld. I think the guy would need at least a little time to process everything. 4.) While the book seems to stay close to the game’s canon from what I’ve seen, this particular relationship is handled even weirder in its cutscenes. For one thing, it’s not revealed that Cass is the princess. For another, despite this, we see her with Attilio anyway as her young, childhood self--granted, without any big hints to a romance between them. I’ll let you dissect what you will from that.

Let me get to The Checkered King/Cal Suresh next. In the novel, a couple of the characters had their backstories tweaked. These changes don’t interfere with what we see from the game’s cutscenes, but they do add more context to them that changes what particular issues the characters are suffering through. In Cal’s case, his obsession with his champion title in chess led him to ignore his dying wife, adding an extreme sense of guilt and longing that wasn’t there when we believed this was just a matter of his pride and sense of identity alone. Enter Cass, who reappears in her timeline before this death takes place, finds out who Cal is... and apparently does nothing to warn him. We can use her timeline excuse, but this is someone’s dying wife we’re talking about--she even sees him grieving over her in an illusion as they’re all leaving Wonderworld. Even if no one could do anything for Mrs. Suresh, even if Cal didn’t listen to Cass and dismissed everything she had to say about wasting precious hours better spent with the people you love, I think an attempt at talking to him would at least be necessary. No though, the book just ignores that while the two of them and Attilio eat snacks together.

Cal isn’t the only one who had the added trauma of death: They did it to The Watcher/Sana Hudson too. In her case, she was trying to protect some endangered birds that were killed--both directly and indirectly--by the construction workers in her area, leading her to despise humanity for its “greed and selfishness.” Now, her situation/feelings is/are perfectly understandable, especially given how the construction workers in the story are portrayed. What doesn’t really work is the context surrounding the issue and her actions involving the event. Now, I admit this first point is a bit weak as I can’t speak for the regulations across every country and we don’t know exactly where Sana is from, but a lot of places have heavy regulations and work with big organizations to protect endangered species. Not to mention this is a bit of a heavy topic with much-needed context for a book like this to properly cover. This fact isn’t even glossed over though and the workers have no problem cutting down the birds’ tree despite how this would likely cause massive legal trouble for them and be a major deterrent as a result. As to the “greed and selfishness of man,” this doesn’t really work well considering that the workers are trying to build a residential area. A cost to the environment? Yes. However, it was likely ordered for the benefit of the community. We see this debated a little more evenly in the conclusion to Sana’s story; however, we’re also pretty much told “Yeah, humans are terrible and can never change. Pick birds over them,” beforehand. Lastly, Sana’s own actions--or rather, lackthereof. When the birds lose their tree, their eggs are destroyed and the parents stay behind out of their love for their deceased offspring rather than leave for winter later on, resulting in their deaths. To try to prevent this, Sana begs the birds to leave... Let me repeat that: She begs the birds to leave. The problem? They’re birds. They’re animals. And, outside of the theatre, this is supposedly a world just like ours. You can’t reason with a bird like a person. She could’ve just as easily tried to capture the birds and brought them somewhere safer herself or called someone who would. If that didn’t work, at least those actions would make a lot more sense for the hatred she feels towards other humans: Instead, this decision makes their deaths kinda her fault too for leaving them there despite knowing what would happen is she did.

I don’t know how I feel about the added issues involving death. Yes, there’s a lot surrounding that theme alone to cover, but part of Balan Wonderworld’s charm is confronting all these people with extremely diverse problems, some stemming from issues beyond their control and some their own, internal struggles. The inclusion of death might have made the consequences of events more traumatic, but I think to a detriment. It doesn’t affect Sana as much, but Cal’s case is the worst, as his wife’s passing echoes the regret and mourning we already get from The Lady/Iben Bia’s story when it could’ve been it’s own, independent thing focusing on pride, identity, and a sense of fulfillment that we see more in his game counterpart. I can’t help but feel that we miss out on a wider range of messages by emphasizing on the aspect of death so much.

Lastly, let’s get to Balan and Lance. Overall, I greatly enjoyed the twist at the end with the connection between their characters. The problems I have with them, honestly, I debate whether or not are even problems at all as they do address real concerns that perfectly fit what individuals in their circumstances would go through. First Lance, then Balan, they’ve spent a millennia helping others repair the imbalance in their hearts. People come, people go, and they’re left behind, forever alone in that that theatre. It would be crushing. Lance already broke under the weight of that pain, which is why Balan exists--and now he’s likely doomed to continue the cycle as he suffers this same degree of loneliness. My main issue is that there’s so much to cover about this that we’re barely given a teaspoon of. The author couldn’t really give us much, as this book’s main focus was on Wonderworld’s inhabitants. It feels though that there’s something being built-up that we might not ever get to see completed depending on how successful the franchise it, which is sad if that’s the case. (Hey though: That’s where we fans usually step in, right?)

Secondary to that is that there’s a level of hypocrisy to Balan, Lance, and how they engage with the inhabitants. I kind of love it, but this is where I’m a little conflicted since Balan is supposed to be the one helping people fix their hearts. Two general themes that carry over greatly among all of the inhabitants is the importance of love and friendship, how we rely on others to grow and save us from the worst of ourselves. Balan, however, is required to stay detached from others no matter how much it hurts or what it will inevitably lead to, as everyone must leave Wonderworld eventually. It’s a conflict of interest. Ironically enough, it’s Lance’s decision to trap Leo in a stage and his overwhelming longing for true connections that allow the inhabitants to find and help each other. It’s bad that Balan and Lance couldn’t take the lessons they gave others and apply it to themselves, because their situation is so extreme.

Furthermore, there’s a hypocrisy between Balan and Lance in their decision to wipe the inhabitants memories. It’s revealed not to be a magical phenomena caused by the theatre itself once people leave it as many of us thought, but rather a conscious choice Balan makes--just like Lance. However, while Lance does it to keep the inhabitants contently trapped inside their hearts, we’re not really given a reason for Balan’s actions. Memories, good and bad, are a vital piece of us: We reflect on them as we grow to maintain the lessons we learned in those moments that make us who we are. We see the danger of lost memories not just with Lance, but with Balan as well as part of Sana’s conclusion alludes to a potential relapse. It was her connection to the people she met in Wonderworld that allowed her to recognize one of them--Eis Glover--back home and keep her grounded in another, potentially shattering instant of her life. Similarly, Leo only managed to restore his imbalance because of his friendships with the other inhabitants--friendships he was destined to lose the moment he walked out of the theatre had Balan taken everyone’s memories. This too, I feel, could’ve caused Leo to relapse. If so, Balan’s choice to let them keep their memories of Wonderworld likely prevented them from needing to come back to the theatre--at least not as often as they may have needed to otherwise. Let’s get to the question Lance brings up at the end: “Honestly, enough with the self-deception. You normally take everyone’s memories when they leave, so why this time did you make an exception?” It could be that Balan simply didn’t want to be forgotten anymore. It could also be that he loved them enough that he didn’t want them to suffer to the extent where they had to return to the theatre even if it meant there was a chance he wouldn’t see them again. That idea would beg a second question though: Why did Balan erase the memories of every inhabitant who came before them? (If it isn’t obvious by now, this scene was my favorite bit in the whole book.)

I know this whole post seems to be mostly a series of complaints, but I did enjoy the book overall: I just have a tendency to look at every detail and, when things don’t work, they stay in my mind for a long while. Like I said at the start, the novel isn’t a bad read, it just has some bad points. If you’re already a fan of the game, you’ll probably enjoy it too. If not, I’d recommend checking out some of the other content available--like the video previews/cutscenes introducing the characters--before stepping into this.

#balan wonderworld #bww #video games #novel #novelization

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aestheticaxolotl · 3 years

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Let’s Talk About Neal The Eel

Lets talk about Rat-Daddy, I mean Neal the Eel

Let me start with Neal, using the Carmen Sandiego Wiki to break him down as a whole, starting with appearance and personality (Excluding the comments around his action in the show). I am biased here, Neal is my favorite character in the god damned show. I will stand by this rat till I die.

I may or may not go into ship fodder but that may just have to be a thing for another day.

Neal is a tall man with a thin lanky frame and greasy black hair. He has buck teeth with a slight gap between, usually resting over his bottom lip. His skin is very pale, almost grey, and he has purple bags under his eyes.

All I have to say is this boy is tired, probably anemic, I have reason to believe that Neal the Eel is both anemic and hypermobile ( a heritable connective tissue disorder that affects the joints and ligaments in a person's body. It comes in different degrees of severity, the least being similar to double-jointedness). There is no age stated but I am willing to bet he’s around 30-35, due to his aged face lines and his Faculty audition (NGL I would have loved to see him as Faculty). Not gonna lie, the buck teeth is why I’ve been lovingly calling him a rat. I’ve seen many buck teeth in my day but this is the first time I ever really loved it. I think the greasy detail is just due to the slippery aesthetic. But I can appreciate that.

For personality we do not have a lot to go on, but what we do have is VERY revealing about the depths and flaws of his character.

Neal is described as "conniving and loyal to a fault" by Doctor Bellum. During fights, he has an affinity for making puns and teasing his opponent. Despite his goofy nature, he is a competent operative, having been able to outplay both Shadowsan and Carmen in combat— additionally having been considered a potential faculty member by Bellum. He is later revealed in the fourth season to be extremely laidback and easygoing, since he did not care about getting his mind wiped, getting fish dumped on him, or defecting from V.I.L.E.

As you all know by now, (Unless you are new), I marked the most important details in the bold font. As we do not have much to work with, a lot of details are bolded, I really hope what I put out is up to standard!

Neal is described as "conniving and loyal to a fault”

Now, I’m taking into account that he has a reason to be ‘loyal to a fault’. If you have read my headcanon you will know that I strongly think Neal came from a circus or some form of freak show, we know how flexible this man is and there is no way that it just happened. I imagine that the loyal to a fault is to Dr. Bellum, who wanted him on faculty. But WHY? I’ll touch on that soon. We do see that the man is loyal and is very clever during points in the show. So perhaps there is some connection to Bellum that we as an audience have not yet seen, through technology or something. He seems to enjoy technology, but not on the same level that Bellum does, this really stumps me and I would LOVE to hear what y’all have to say about it!

He has an affinity for making puns and teasing his opponent

Need I remind you all that Neal the eel is a HUG GOOF BALL?!? *Goes to laugh in the corner for a second* Okay, now, he makes a lot of jokes and has fun with his job and I can really respect that. I have not seen a character that has as much FUN at work as Neal does. That’s why he is so fun to watch on the screen, he’s having fun the way that our others are not. He’s poking fun at Carmen and Shadowsan, HE ASKS IF SHADOWSAN JOINS THE SOVIOT UNION. I Mean that was amazing. All his puns are centered around him being slick, and there is a LOT that one can do with that. I also noticed that Neal nicknames the people he is working with, I can only really see him calling Lady Dokuso “Slippy Micky” as being playful banter, that she seems to ENJOY by calling him “ unagi”, which translates to eel. And I love that a character like Neal comes across as enjoyable and annoying at the same time, do I even need to mention that Mimebomb seems to absolutely HATE Neal? He’s slimy and annoying and tells bad puns. It’s amazing that dynamics that one character can have that spices up other characters too!

He is a competent operative, having been able to outplay both Shadowsan and Carmen in combat

Now. This detail does go back to the teasing of the opponent area of this character essay. Neal is able to outplay Carmen and Shadowsan in combat, that shows some major skill, seeing as Shadowsan is older and more experienced while Carmen might be both faster and dare I say stronger. I feel that the level of skill between Shadowsan and Carmen should have made him easy to take down, where as I state, people underestimate Neal and that is why he gets the best of them. If you have seen my previous two posts, you will notice I do not use the intro cards for the character, I look for images that really give a sence to the character. Take a look at the image used for Neal. This mother trucker had a BMI of 2- MAYBE. It would be easy to underestimate him in real life or in show. This allows him to be the competent operative he is, he KNOWS he is underestimated and uses that as a tactical advantage.

Additionally having been considered a potential faculty member by Bellum.

I mentioned that I have no idea why Bellum would want Neal on the Faculty, and even here when I had time to think about it, I still do not! the only think I can think of is that Bellum must OWE him for something. Not he owes her, but SHE owe HIM something. Perhaps Neal stole something for Bellum that put him in great danger, like a computer system or something of great technological advance that put V.I.L.E So far forward in the technology stance that Bellum could not forget and had to repay. But then I look at the whole Brainwipe thing and wonder why she couldn’t repay him by letting him live free? And that’s why Neal’s loyalty is such a hard thing to pin point. SO I put forth that Neal is just skilled That’s it. It’s a little lame, but then I look that I say he is underestimated and think... That’s why they want him. His underestimation is the thing that got him on. They think that they can control him, and he would have shown them, No, they couldn’t.

Extremely laidback and easygoing

Come on, just when I think he can’t get any better. (Insert oh no he’s hot meme) or (Insert hes meeting all of my standards meme). Neal is laid back, relaxed, easy going, and all those other words for chill. I noticed that when he loses he’s not like “AUGGH NOO MY FUTURE IS RUINED” he’s more like “Damn that was a good game, I’ll get you next time.” He’s got good sportsmen ship and I love that. I’ll touch more in the next section too about how being too chill can be a problem. Neal being easygoing also make sense seeing how well he can work with other, I’ll gesture to the partnership with Lady Dokuso where he worked VERY well with her and then the teaming up with Mimebomb who absolutely hated every second of it.

He did not care about getting his mind wiped

Not going to lie, but I screamed when I saw that Bellum was going to wipe Neal’s brain. First thought was ‘OH NO’. Second was “WAit I thought she liked him’, and third was... “Wait... He’s just... Fine with this?’. Neal is TOO chill. I feel like a person should care that their brain is getting wiped, maybe just a little bit? And then I stopped, thought about what I knee of him, and laughed. Like, if he was really worried about getting he mind wiped he would have yeeted out of there a long time ago. He know that Bellum and the Faculty will show mercy to him, give him a second chance. And when that second chance was given to him? He tried and then escaped. Never to be seen again, never heard from again, never even thought of again. I imagine he did care and placed a lot of faith into what he knew of the faculty. And yes, Imagination is the basis of this here, because as previously stated, he is a competent operative and knows what he is doing, he didn’t just allow himself to be walked all over.

Neal is a master of infiltration and specializes in slipping into small spaces. His slick body suit, lanky frame, and skills as an acrobatic-contortionist make him a difficult man to capture and hold.

This is all that is given for the abilities of Neal, its not a lot to work with but I manages to strangle some thing out of it. Neal being a master of infiltration strikes me as very direct, along with the added specialty of slipping into small spaces. I figure the directness is so that the show and tell aspect of the show is less surprising. Along with the slick suit, lengthy frame and obvious gesture to acrobatic-contortionist skills gives me the impression of an escape artist. I figure from this that Neal was often used for the stealth and fast missions.

While Neal the Eel doesn’t have as much to offer Wiki wise, I am so happy with what I was able to offer up to you. Neal is an amazing character, even if I set aside my bias towards him, and an even better study.

Not just as a funny, skinny guy who looks like a rat, but as a deeper character with masks and guards that not even his closest allies could even guess at. A usual, I hope you enjoyed and I will have another one of these out fairly soon. Still doing requests!

Thanks for Reading!

#cs neal the eel #neal the eel #carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandeigo spoilers #where in the world is carmen sandiego #character analysis #im a simp #carmen sandeigo headcanon #disabled headcanon

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suibiansky · 3 years

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BJYX Challenge DAY 1: First Bias

Okay...its still pretty damn hot, but my head isn’t fuzzy so I’m going to take advantage and write this out.

So..let’s get to it before I start melting again. Sidenote: I apologize for the lack of pretty videos. I’m so wary of incorrectly crediting the wrong owner or re-posting something I shouldn’t so I’m playing it safe.

First Bias - Xiao Zhan

That smile. Kills me every time.

Similar to those who’ve had no prior interaction with c-drama and c-entertainment, I discovered XZ and WYB via CQL. I am a huge fan of Wei Ying as a character prior to watching the drama, and dare I say he’s in my top favorite fictional characters in media, so I had high expectations for XZ off the bat. And he delivered. Also doesn’t help that his smile literally makes me smile back. Like, did he invent the phrase ‘Smile and the world smiles with you?’ wtf. His smile can end wars as far as I’m concerned. ANYWAYS, that got me looking him up. When I realized he and DD sang Wu Ji my respect went up a notch (love me some multi-talented kings). Then I realized just how good of a singer he is: clean, smooth, almost angelic (I’m barfing at myself rn but I don’t know how else to describe his voice sorry). I remember having similar reactions to when I first heard Josh Groban sing. Like, ‘is this for real? There’s no way those vocals are coming out of his mouth.’

Pretty superficial start for me I admit. As I dug myself deeper into the CQL pit, I started reading about how XZ became a celebrity. In a cutthroat industry that grooms people from a young age to be celebrities to the masses, GG leaving his job and pursuing his dreams of singing is pretty badass to me. His love for the world around him and focus on the present is also admirable to me. He always has a look of nearly childlike wonder in whatever he’s experiencing in his vlogs. His ‘motivational quotes’ aren’t something to scoff at either. I usually take any celebrities’ pep talk with a grain of salt, but I find myself believing it when GG says it because of how grounded it is. He doesn’t straight up say, ‘just follow your dreams and it will all work out in the end ✨.’ I think my fellow plebians know that there’s a lot of circumstances outside one’s control that can stop you from doing what you want to achieve. A portion of one of his quotes: “...Yes, working hard won’t guarantee success, but not working hard will guarantee that you don’t succeed.” I get the sense that despite his ‘soft’ appearance, he’s unshakeable in his determination and what he sets his mind to do. ‘Okay, I’ve decided to drop this pretty steady graphic designer job and go on this show to sing and dance and become an idol/performer. Let’s do this.’ You’ve got to have a solid foundation of self to go on that path.

But don’t be fooled over his oversized sweaters and smile! He has a mischievous, gremlin side too. Which makes him even more awesome in my book! His interactions with DD are obvious examples, but his answers in some solo interviews show that he can be snarky, playful and downright flirty. Examples:

his 6 year experience wasn’t ‘wasted’ + lip bite 😏 (I believe this was from a Sina interview, but ugh but can’t find it)

throwing dd under the bus by admitting he received recommended DD memes for his use (and handsome ones too. not like that’s hard)

‘Which ‘Ji’ in ‘Ji Qing’ do you mean? In the Hello Celebrity interview, the question is if he would rather play someone with ‘passionate scenes’ or a playboy/bad boy. Since Ji Qing can mean either passion or BL, he was asking for clarification. Not sure if this counts as a playful answer since he did look like he honest to god wanted to know which Chinese character is being used for Ji in the question, but the fact that the editing team threw down reaction images of little chicks after he asked implies he did an ‘oh snap’ moment. Reference: @/BuZhiDaoSubs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcY1BgQqQB0&t=200s

As you can see, I had a pretty strong bias 😅. Next post: current bias aka but what about DD?? Other references: Short list of GG quotes Previous days:

Day 0

#bjyx #28daysbjyxchallenge #xiao zhan #his modesty over himself makes me hate him sometimes #srsly a 6 out of 10 #are you human xz?

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sylver-drawer · 3 years

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A prompt in class had made me realize something deep within me—my hate for physical books.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate books because they’re physical. I’d actually love it, but rather what I despise…

Is what is contained within those books.

Where I live, physical books you can only get when visiting libraries or book stores unless specially ordered online. Yet I am never satisfied with what is offered to me, simply because, I’m tired of it.

I am so absolutely tired of seeing the same exact things over and over again.

To give an example, my tastes aren’t that condensed nor diverse. I love thriller, I love Mystery, but what I find the most interest in, is Fantasy Romance.

And saying that should already tell you exactly what I’m talking about.

I am so tired of seeing the exact same tropes over and over again. This is a problem in all stories, physical or online, in general—however, it appears to me that published and physical books are almost always having these qualities. When searching online, I can always somehow find at least a handful of stories that is different from the others and gives at least a fraction of what I need. But in libraries? Book stores? I can’t do that, because they all follow the same pattern one way or another because those tropes are what people only ever seem to want, which is why a lot of authors who stray from those tropes aren’t as well known.

Frankly, I’m tired of everything being reused or rebranded.

I wouldn’t mind the wizards and demons, the werewolves and vampires, if ONLY they weren’t just there to be there.

Let me explain. Witches and Wizards tend to follow the same pattern. People who use magic, which is simple enough. But the problem is, is that it ends with just that. In most stories I come across, wizards are included in a very weak magic system in which they can use magic to do basically anything they want. Something fell and broke? Use magic to fix it. There’s a fire? Summon water to put it out.

It’s simple. But that repeated simplicity is what makes me tired.

There is never any depth. There is no expansion or lore that explains the nitty gritty details, nor makes it important. Magic in fantasy stories, is most commonly, cause and effect. Problem, and fix. Something bad, changed to good. Hurt, then to heal.

In fantasy, magic is simply one layer—magic people can use magic to do anything. There’s no limit, there’s no depth, there’s nothing that makes it unique. Magic in fantasy, all falls under the broad topic of just ‘magic’. Shooting fireballs, summoning a river, causing a storm to drive away your enemies, lightning bolts to fend them off—all can fall under just magic. Using this, it might be controversial to say, but Harry Potter is an extremely soft magic system. Wizards can cast magic through words, yes, but it’s exactly that. They can cast ‘magic’, and that magic is an umbrella term that essentially means, “With enough training, they can look up the words in a magic dictionary and use whatever magic they want to do anything they want”.

There is no depth. There is no extra layer, it’s simply ‘magic’.

And I’m not even done rambling. I haven’t even touched magical races in fantasy, which I’ll actually transition right into.

I am tired of race conflict in fantasy. Not because its bad, but because they’re more often than not, poorly written. Let’s take Twilight as an example.

Werewolves hate vampires. Vampires hate werewolves. Why? Because werewolves bad, and vampires bad. That’s literally it. No deeper meaning, no actual societal issues, just “ew, icky vampire/werewolf”. In fact, in twilight it doesn’t even appear they hate eachother. If Bella didn’t even exist, what would Edward and Jacob fight about? If you notice, they only use eachother’s race to appeal to Bella and put down the other rival. “Bella, you can’t love him because he’s a dirty vampire”, or, “Bella, you can’t love him because he’s a mangy wolf pup”. Setting aside the obvious racist undertones that’s never important nor addressed critically within the story, the only time dislike about the others’ race is talked about, is only ever addressed not because they hate that specific race, but as a petty remark to bad talk their love rival.

So, in theory, the two races aren’t even… against eachother. Thinking back, all the times it was vampire vs werewolf in twilight, it was all because of Bella wasn’t it. And not because of general dislike of the others’ race, but over a human girl…

I’ve trailed off from my original point, but basically, race vs race within fantasy plots aren’t actually because of the race. I think the only fantasy series I’ve seen that remotely does racial societal conflict well is Lord of the Rings. Elves hate dwarves because they’re greedy, crude, and brutish. Dwarves hate elves because they view them as selfish and always seemingly on their high horse. They stereotype one another, and when they look beyond those stereotypes is when they start bonding and actually forming friendships. They then realize that those stereotypes didn’t matter and were harmful.

That’s an example I would love to see more in fantasy in general. Make the magical races dislike and judge eachother because of their race, and then overcome it while addressing it. Don’t add in races that hate eachother when they’re all literally just the exact same. And also, make the races different! Even humans practice different cultures, and that’s what makes us diverse. In the LOTR franchise, racial bias and hate isn’t simply because, “they’re x race”. It’s because they stereotype people within that race, a stereotype that’s just an exaggerated version of qualities they all just happened to have. In Twilight, I’d argue that there isn’t anything that sets the werewolves and vampires apart other than their superhuman abilities. In LOTR, taking their races away the qualities the characters had were still eminent. Legolas was a bit proud and calm demeanor ed under pressure because he was naturally like that, as well as how he was raised as an elven prince. Gimley fights violently with an axe, and puts his whole body into his fighting style. His words also come off as rough and unfiltered, while Legolas’ voice is smoother and speech well spoken due to his background. The traits they found in eachother due to racial stereotypes still linger and remain. While yes, werewolves were heavily based off of indigenous people, there wasn’t any clear examples of them practicing it that was essential to the conflict and characters other than reminding the audience every once and a while. If Jacob were the only werewolf shown, the Jacob-Bella-Edward conflict could easily just be seen as two roleplaying white boys fighting over a girl. That’s how important their racial identities of vampire and werewolf mattered.

(And please!!! Remember lore. Generations and generations of racism impacts people who grew up with it. Some people change and break away from that stigma of unadultered hate, some can only partly break away even while educated with unconscious internal bias, and some continue to nurture themselves in it and even spread it. Not every person under one umbrella ends up the same, and that applies to characters too. Taking inspiration from real life, look at the time we live in now. Hundreds of years gone by, and while things are certainly better, the dark stains haven’t even gone away and most likely won’t even in the distant future. The past two years are proof of that.)

There’s no point in writing racial conflict in your story if there’s nothing that sets them apart from one another (I’m not saying people need a reason for real life racism because there are so many people who hate certain races just because they’re that race, but story wise, it’s easier to show what’s commonly hate due to stereotypes and stigma that people make for that race). It’s like the spider man pointing meme. How are you supposed to be antagonistic with someone who’s literally the same as you? “I guess you’re not like other spider men” coming from a spider man???

Prefacing, I’m not saying racism is good. I’m saying including race conflict for the sake of race conflict is very empty and purposeless, which is what I often find in fantasy or romance-fantasy. Racial conflict apparently doesn’t matter until the main character is directly involved, in which only then does it affect them that it’s brought up and only because it affects them. A similar example is including LGBTQ+ characters just for the sake of sexual diversity, in which—

That actually leads into my next topic.

Romance.

How many. How many published books must there be of romance that completely overrides the plot as well as the characters’ other relationships? How many stories must be made in which the fantasy aspect is completely pushed aside and no longer included in the plot because the story wants to entirely focus on the romance drama between the main character, love interest, and best friend? Or not even best friend, miscommunication in general!

How hard, is it to write a story where the couple is healthy, and love and don’t doubt eachother, who trust eachother entirely? Like really.

And! And!

The moment when romance is introduced, everything else doesn’t. seem. to. matter! At that point, it’s not even fantasy even more. It’s just a rom com, because watching the couple fight over nothing is hilarious because they’re in the middle of a war. And the other characters don’t seem to matter anymore either. I am so tired of plots being thrown away to focus on the drama between the two leads, and for once just want a fantasy boom of stories depicting healthy relationships with actually unique magic systems and logical well written conflicts.

And diversity! In Relationships! I am so tired of only ever seeing poorly written drama filled heterosexual relationships in romances. In fantasy romances. Give me my wlw wizards who explore their war torn world and have to defend the people they love with intricate, costly, magic systems.

Can we just have. A literary revolution, in which a rise of stories where characters can have relationships—non romantic relationships—with other characters. Can male and female characters finally love eachother to the ends of the world without romance. It’s so easy to write. Love is so easy to write between any gender or sex. So why does it seem to be there can only be one kind predominantly in media? In published media?

Occasionally I can find diverse stories like this on the internet, but never can I find these in libraries.

Like it’s. It’s so, so easy to write love and companionship between characters of diverse identities and cultures. Even in heterosexual fantasy romance stories, I want to be able to see relationships outside the romance being as strong as the main romance. Between the girls, between the boys, and those in between. Men can be in love with men, women in love with women, and men in love with women without needing to force their loves against eachother. A man and woman can be written to love eachother dearly without any romance ever between them, because that’s how it’s like in real life as well. So often do main characters in fantasy stories have some sort of dark past that rid them of any familial love, which in turn ruins them for the capacity of platonic love, which makes people believe the only way for them to find love is romantically. Even in children’s books, there’s always the princess abandoned or overly protected by her parents who eventually finds solace in the pressence of a dry, brooding knight or charming prince. They fall in love, and that’s the only thing that’s ever positively shown. The love between the main character and the love interest. Because to society, romance is seen as the strongest form of affection.

But, it isn’t.

People are different, and to a lot of people who do and don’t have romance in their lives, it doesn’t mean they can’t love anyone else. In society, the only love that seems to exist is romance. It’s the only thing people tend to promote, and yet, people forget what love is. It’s care, it’s worry. Love is painful and happy. It’s sometimes angry and frustrating, but sometimes its something you need. Love is stubborn, yet so easily broken. Love was never just romance, and it feels like the world forgets that.

It’s frustrating, because it feels like anything published at your local library follows the opposite pattern. Because it’s what people believe the public wants, and what the public will only ever accept. Sometimes, it’s all people only know how to write. Sometimes, its all editors and publishers will ever approve of. And sometimes, its all people ever look for. Because either they’re afraid, stigmatize and despise it, or just don’t care for it.

At some point, this had turned from a ramble about how physical books lack diversity, to how media in general lacks diversity.

I do believe that one day in the future, media will change. Literary media will change. But as of now? The majority of published and physical books haven’t diverted from that pattern, and most likely won’t for a long time. I know so many stories are beginning to change online now that the new generation has informed themselves and become interested in new ideas and topics, but as far as physical publication goes? The world won’t accept these changes, not for a long time.

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citrineghost · 3 years

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100 Humans on Netflix

So there’s this neat Netflix Original show called 100 Humans. I immediately got interested in it because they take this group of various humans from different backgrounds, age groups, and so on, and they use them to conduct experiments to get answers to interesting questions.

So, right away I had concerns about this show because

If you know anything about data and statistical research, you know 100 people is a very small sample size and does not breed accurate results

However, I’m very curious and wanted to see what they came up with anyway. I watched all 8 episodes and, honestly, I enjoyed watching it for the most part. However, I have a LOT of issues with the show and how it was conducted and I want to list them out here.

If you’re interested in watching 100 Humans or have already watched it, please consider the following before taking any of the show’s data as fact.

100 people is a very small sample size. This is because, the more people you have, the more weight each increment in your percentages has. With 100 people, each person represents 1 entire percent. That’s a lot. That means even a few people giving incorrect answers, having off-days, or giving ridiculous results (such as you can see in the spiders georg meme), can sway the entire result of an experiment into unreasonable territory. This is why most scientific studies attempt to get data from many hundreds or even thousands of people. The bigger the sample size, the more accurate it is to the entirety of the world.

I’ll put the rest under the cut because it gets long

The 3 hosts, who I’ll refer to as the scientists (regardless of if they actually are, because I’m not sure and don’t feel like googling it) repeatedly make false statements. For example, in one episode, they told their humans to “raise your hand if you believe you’re less bigoted than the average person here,” to which 94 people raised their hands. One of the scientists then made the statement, “If that were true, it would mean only 6% of Americans are bigoted.” This statement is entirely false. The only way to actually determine a true meaning to that would be to determine at what percentage of bigotry you are considered a real bigot. You also must consider that believing you’re more bigoted than other people in a small group, who you already have an impression of, is not necessarily indicative of how you feel you measure up to America as a whole. Anyway, I could go on and on. The only way to accurately summarize the results of that question would be to say that 44% of the humans had an inflated sense of righteousness or something of the sort.

The 3 scientists, both in person and in narration, for the sake of entertainment (if that’s what you call it) continually made “jokes” that poked fun at different groups, implied men are shit, etc. Maybe that’s fun for some people, but the kind of jokes they were making to amp up the hilarity of their host personas was genuinely just uncomfortable and made me feel even more like they couldn’t be trusted to go about unbiased research.

The scientists continually drew conclusions where the results should have been labeled inconclusive

The scientists made blanket statements about certain groups based on 1 element of research that would not stand up to further evaluation. For example, when explaining that ~93% (i think it was about that number) of Americans have access to clean, drinkable, tap water and yet some large number of single use bottled waters are sold every year, one scientist said it was because people believe bottled water is safer and cleaner than tap water. I am going to do my next survey on this to see if my own perception is flawed, but I simply don’t believe that all of the people who buy bottled water do so because they think its cleaner than “tap” (as if all tap is the same.) I know there have been studies about people drinking unlabeled bottled water and tap water and not being able to tell the difference, but this neglects to account for the fact that different houses pipes can affect the taste of the tap water running through them, people can use disposable bottles of water for certain activities or events too far away from tap for people to refill their reusable bottles easily, and so so so much more. Anyway, it just really bothers me to see “scientists” making these kinds of generalizations when they’re the ones whose results we’re supposed to trust.

The show was incredibly cisnormative. There was an entire episode based on comparing men and women that made me extremely uncomfortable with its division of people by men and women. There was the implication that all men have penises and all women have vaginas. There were implications that reproduction is a necessity in picking a partner. It was just a shitshow. There was one comment by one subject who asked, when being told to separate by men and women, “What if I’m transgender?” Obviously I can’t say for sure, but this person didn’t appear to be transgender and the sort of tone it was asked in makes me think it was literally something they asked him to say in order to get inclusivity points with the viewers and to “prove” that they’re not transphobic by having them divide up, because they said to go to the side you identify with. This whole thing is a) harmful to nb folks who would not have had a side to go to and b) completely negating the fact that the way we were socialized can have an effect on our social responses. That means that for a social experiment, a trans person could sway the results of one side due to their upbringing and the pressures society put on them before/if they don’t pass. This is all assuming they had any trans people there, which is potentially debatable. I also take issue with this entire fucking episode because just, the amount of toxicity in proving one sex is better than the others is really gross and actually counterproductive to everything feminist and progressive. Not to mention, them implying that they’re trying to support trans people only to reinforce the notion that a trans man is inherently lesser for being a man when even prior to hatching, he would have also been force fed propaganda and societal pressure implying he’s less than for supposedly being a woman is really gross and makes me angry. The point of what I’m saying is that it’s actually not woke to hate men as a way of bringing women up because there are men who are minorities who are being hurt by the rise of aggression being directed at them for their gender. Anyway enough about that.

The tests drew false conclusions because they did not account for how minorities adapt to a world that’s not made for them. This is specifically directed at the episode where subjects were asked to match up 6 people into couples. There were 3 women and 3 men and the humans were asked to put them together into pairs. they could ask the people 1 question each but then had to match them up with only that information. The truth is, the people brought in were 3 real life couples already, which the humans didn’t know until after they matched them. The couples were m/f, m/m, and f/f. I think that’s great, but the problem is, literally none of the humans asked any of them their sexuality as their question and most people didn’t even consider they could match up same-sex people. One girl even thought that they had told her to make m/f pairings, even though they didn’t. The scientists concluded from the experiment that the humans have a societal bias toward people, and assume they’re all straight, even if they, themselves, are not straight. I personally believe that was the wrong conclusion to draw. You could see some of the queer humans were shocked that they hadn’t considered some of the pairings might be gay. But, I don’t think it’s because they believe everyone they meet is straight, I believe this says more about what they expected from the scientists themselves. If someone is in a minority and they go to do something organized, like a set of experiments, they are going to be judging the quality and setup of the experiments by those designing them. I feel that the lack of consideration that the couples might be gay has a lot more to do with queer people having adapted to a world where queers are rarely involved or included in equal volume to the cishets. The queer humans taking part in the experiment and failing to guess gay couples shows that they have adapted to a world where they are excluded rather than a belief that every random person that they meet is straight. My point is further supported by an expert they had on the show who explained that, statistically, it was entirely likely that they were all straight and that even queers will account for being minorities by going with what’s most likely. The truth is, we are surrounded by a whole lot of straight people. It makes sense to assume only 6 people are all straight and that, if any aren’t, they may be bi.

The scientists frequently broke an already small sample size into even smaller groups. The group was very frequently broken in half, in thirds, or into sets of 10 people. These sample sizes tell us almost nothing actually conclusive.

The experiments/tests frequently were affected by peoples abilities, unrelated to what was being tested. For example, one test that was broken down into 6 people and 6 control people competing at jenga was meant to show whether needing to pee helps or hurts your focus. first of all, sample sizes of 6 are a fucking joke. Second, this completely ignores these 6 people’s actual ability to play Jenga. If someone sucks at jenga with or without needing to pee, them losing Jenga when they need to pee says exactly fuck all about whether needing to pee affected their focus. They should have tested people’s Jenga skills beforehand, counted the amount of moves they made before the tower fell, and then did it again after hours of not peeing to compare their results. This test made no logical sense at all.

The scientists ignored the social effect of subjects knowing each other as well as duration of events during their last experiment. They were testing to see if people with last names near the end of the alphabet get a shittier deal because they go last in everything where things are done by name order. They tested this by doing a fake awards ceremony where they gave out some 30 awards to people, gauging the applause to see whether the people at the end got less hype and therefore felt worse about themselves than those in the beginning who got the fresh enthusiasm of the audience. the results showed that the applause remained fairly consistent throughout the awards. The issues with this test are numerous, but here are the three I take most issue with. 1) the people here all got to know each other very well over the week it took to make the show. People who know each other and have become friends are much more likely to cheer for each other with enthusiasm, regardless of how long it’s been. On the other hand, polite applause from a crowd at, say, a graduation, where you are applauding people you don’t know, WILL start off more raucous and grow very quiet except for individual families near the end. 2) the duration of the test was a half hour, which is not very long at all and doesn’t say much to test the limits of enthusiasm. Try testing the audience at a graduation with a couple hundred graduates that also involves the time it takes to walk all the way up to a stage a hundred feet away, accept a diploma, and then wait for the next person. These kinds of events take hours and nobody keeps up their enthusiasm that long unless they’re rooting for someone in particular. 3) this study tested only one of many many ways name order affects a person. Cheering and applause is only one factor. It does not take into account people having their resumes looked at in alphabetical order and therefore people at the beginning of the alphabet being picked before anyone ever looks at a W name’s resume. It doesn’t take into account a small child’s show and tell day being at the very end of the school year, after 6 other people have brought in the same thing they planned to. No one cares about their really cool trinket because they’ve seen a bunch like it already. This test doesn’t take into account how many end-of-the-alphabet people just get straight up told, “we ran out of time. maybe next time,” when next time doesn’t really exist. I feel genuinely bad for the girl who suggested this experiment because the scientists straight up said something akin to, “lmao her theory was bs ig /shrug” even though it was their own shitty research abilities that led to their results.

They did one experiment intending to see how many people have what it takes to be a “hero.” The request for this test was made by someone curious about the effect of adrenaline and if it really works how some people say. The scientists thought it an adequate method to determine an answer by testing their reflexes with a weird crying baby sound and then dropping a doll from above while they were distracted with answering questions. The scientists looked up before the doll dropped to indicate a direction of attention. While this does give some answers about peoples intuition, reflexes, and ability to use context clues, its entirely an unusual situation, makes no sense in reality, fails to take adrenaline into consideration literally at all, and has a lot more to do with chance. The person dropping the doll literally couldn’t even drop it in the same place from person to person. Some got it dropped into their lap and others almost out of arm’s reach. This, like a few of the other mentioned experiments, was during the last episode, which felt lazy and thrown together last minute, with very little scientific basis to any of the results. The last episode was weak and disappointing overall.

One of the big issues I have with this show is actually their repeated use of the same group. They said at the end that they had done over 40 tests. Part of doing studies is getting varied samples of people in order to get more widespread results. Using the same 100 or less people (already a tiny sample) repeatedly is a terrible research method. You’re no longer studying humans at large. You’re studying these specific humans. You can’t take the same group with the same set of inadequacies, the same set of skills, and the same set of biases and then study them extensively and in many different ways like this. Your results are inherently skewed toward these specific people and their abilities. I expected them to at least get a new group each episode - every 5 or so studies - but no. They keep the same group all week, which makes the entire season. This is inexcusable in research imo.

The next issue is contestant familiarity. The humans all getting to know each other is great, socially, but it also destroys the legitimacy of many of the studies that involve working together or comparing yourselves and your beliefs

Many tests had issues with subject dependency. One study, meant to compare age groups and their ability to work together to complete the task of putting together a piece of ready to assemble furniture had each group with members they relied on entirely. A few people built the furniture while one person sat across the room, looking at instructions with their back to the others. They had to relay the instructions through a walkie talkie to another contestant and that other contestant had to relay it to the people they’re watching build the chair. You cannot study a group’s ability to build something with instructions by the ability of one single person to communicate. You’re testing that individual and the rest of them on two completely different capabilities. One person fails at being able to communicate and everyone else becomes unable to build the furniture. Even if everyone else in the group is more effective than all the other groups at building ready to assemble furniture, they might end up falling in last because of their shitty communicator who is literally not able to convey simple instructions. (yes, this actually happened in the test)

One test judged the subjects at their speed of getting ready, to see if men or women are faster at getting ready. While most elements of this test were just fine, the part I took issue with was that they did this test without regard to social convention. They told the subjects they were going on a field trip and to get ready by a certain time. Then, they gave them many things to get distracted by, like refreshments to pack with them, a menu to preorder lunch from, and so on. The part that upsets me about this test is that they ignored social convention entirely, to the point that subjects were judged based on their conventional actions and expectations more than their actual speed at getting ready. The buses promptly shut their doors and left at the time they were supposed to but there was no final call to get on the buses. In general, when a group is to be taken somewhere by bus, there will be an announcement to load up and leave. You could clearly see many of the subjects were ready to go and were just standing around talking while they waited for fellow subjects to finish getting ready. I have no doubt that, if given a final call, most of them would have loaded up within a couple minutes. However, they were relying on the social convention of announcing departure and were therefore, left behind entirely (for a nonexistent field trip). These people who were left behind were counted as being late and not making the time cutoff. If one were to look at the social element of this situation, if everyone there believed there would be a warning before departure, the fact that 24 to 14 women to men were loaded onto the buses at departure doesn’t necessarily indicate the women were faster to get ready. It seems to me that it’s more likely to indicate anxiety at being late and a belief that they need not impede on anything lest they be reprimanded or have social consequences for taking too long - something women are frequently bullied for. There’s also the chance that many who boarded without final call are more introverted or antisocial. Plus, we can’t forget to include the people who have anxiety about seating. If someone is overweight, has joint pain, or has social anxiety, they will be more likely to board early to get a seat they feel comfortable in. If they had counted up all of the people socializing and waiting on the sidewalks nearby, they may have found that there were more men who were ready to board up at a moment’s notice. I’m not saying I think men are faster to get ready, I’m just saying that we can’t know based on who boarded without a final call. If people believe they will have a last minute chance to board, a large number of them will take the last few minutes to socialize with their new friends until they’re told they have to board. Therefore, this test cannot be considered conclusive without counting and including the people who were ready and not boarded as a third subset.

Honestly, I could go on and on about how sensationalist and unscientific this show is, but I just don’t have 6 more hours to contribute to digging up every single flaw with it. There’s A Lot.

My point is, if you feel like watching this show, which I don’t necessarily discourage inherently, I just beg you to go into it with a critical eye. Enjoy the fun of it and the social aspects, but please don’t rely on the information provided and please don’t spread it as fact, because it’s not.

It’s entertainment, not science.

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🎨 yeah I woke up in the middle of the night and saw you doing this and sent one what about it?

didn’t matter since i am answering you the next day anyway 😂😂😂 fix your sleep schedule bro 😔 very worried for you 😔 (@ everyone pls remind shivi to fix her sleep schedule and sleep BEFORE 4 am 😔) okay i’ll get to the gifs now psa is over also a hell of a lot of cheating will happen here don’t mind me it’s a rare opportunity to praise shivi without judgement

run jimin comp sets - I WILL NOT HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT BAD COLORING HERE LITERALLY ALL THESE SETS ARE PERFECT???? no fr like your coloring on run sets has improved so much!!!! (not that it was bad but now it’s just perfect, y’know???) even the 129 and 130 ep sets coloring looks GREAT i will not hesitate to kick your ass if you call it ugly 😤 these sets are also SO CONSISTENT HOW TF???? the lighting changes 192394 times in run episodes but no evidence of it in these sets bro teach me 😭😭 ALSO all the moments you chose here i can literally feel your love for jimin radiating through these!!!! it’s really impossible not to fall in love with jimin once someone sees your run sets tbh, you just choose the BEST of him i love it so much!! these sets are a staple after every run episode at this point 🥺

jinmin chaos - I LOVE JINMIN DYNAMICS SO MUCH THIS SET IS PERFECT!!!!! also 100% worth the 2 hours you put into it have you seen this coloring???? my god it’s gorgeous!!! and also bonus points for the meme usage 😂 this set just feels very you and your style the warmth it RADIATES the reds and the oranges and the orange caption coloring which is just your thing at this point you pioneer you 😔😔 this set is just so fucking funny i love it

lgo ot7 video call - me the day this dropped and you said you didn’t like this coloring really wanted to hit my head against a wall 🙂🙂 THIS COLORING IS SO PRETTY I WILL SCREAM LITERALLY LOOK AT THE REDS AND THE CONSISTENCY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BAD COLORING IT’S A PERFECT SMOOTH SHARP SET WITH NO GRAIN LITERALLY THE VC SET???? 😳😳

hobi day set - OH THIS SET BRO IT’S LITERALLY LIFE 😳😳😳😳 THE PERFECT SET FOR THE PERFECT MAN 😳😳😳😳 every moment you chose here is a moment when hobi DEFINITELY bias wrecked me like???? also can we talk about that dynamite hobi set???? THE CHANGE FROM PURPLE TO RED HOW IN THE WORLD SPARE SOME TALENT EXCUSE ME??? ALSO CONSISTENT! COLORING! IN! COMPS! I! COULD! NEVER! also the my eyes are weapons gif thank god we figured out it was NOT bv4 glad to see our shared brain cell is working well 😭😭😭 i just feel attacked every time i look at this set thank you 🙂🙂😔😔

breathe who - DUDE!!!!!!! THIS SET!!!!!! OH MY GOD THIS MOMENT DESERVES TO BE CAPTURED SO PERFECTLY!!! THE FUCKING QUALITY HERE!!! IT IS SO SMOOTH AND THE SHARPENING IS PERFECT FOR THIS MOMENT IT LITERALLY LOOKS SO DREAMY???? AND HIS SKIN THE CHOKER I’M SO OBSESSED WITH HIM 😳😳😳😳😳😳 LITERALLY DON’T KNOW HOW TO BREATHE WHEN PARK JIMIN LOOKS LIKE THIS HE’S MADE FOR THE STAGE!!!!!

he’s so cool - i dare you to call this set ugly again istg IT IS SO PRETTY THE COLORS HERE ARE SO NICE!!!! HE LOOKS SO GOOD HERE AND I LOVE THE GOLDS AND ORANGES THERE REALLY IS NO ONE WHO DOES ORANGES LIKE YOU BRO 😳😳😳😳 ALSO THE FACT THAT NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN DID IT AGAIN 😭😭😭😭 THIS IS SUCH A SIMPLE BUT POWERFUL SET I LOVE IT

i’m going to stop now but basically stop calling your gifs ugly they’re AMAZING and literally all your colorings are SO GODDAMN GORGEOUS???? will not hesitate to not call you for a vlive the next time you fall asleep 🙄 just accept your gifs are nice i believe in you 🥰

creators send me 🎨 & I’ll tell you my favorite of your last ten creations and why

#ask #shivi tag #mutuals

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alltingfinns · 3 years

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The Reichenbach Fall

Back again.

18 months since the last appointment. So he has kept seeing her. (Sherlock was probably proud that John ignored Mycroft’s advice to fire her.)

John’s face during that scene. :’(

Bit forced way to get the Reichenbach fall in there without leaving London.

“He means thank you”

Married!

John smiled at the camera but frowns in the photo. Just a continuity error? Or John got bad luck with the photo.

No faith in Sherlock picking up on sarcasm when it comes to remarks about his diplomatic tact.

The Deerstalker. About to be embraced by Sherlock as the costume for “being Sherlock”. The Coat is for feeling himself, The Deerstalker is for putting up the persona.

And of course Sherlock made sure to note the mention/s of John in the article.

“Confirmed Bachelor”. And even when it’s just “bachelor” John picks up on the implications.

I love the comedy effect of one dialogue = two conversations scenes.

The Netflix Swedish subtitle substitutes “confirmed” for ”inbitne” which is more like “stubborn” or “persistent”. 😏

“Why would it upset you?”

It’s not just the hindsight of Sholto, it’s the terribly wrong conclusion that Sherlock is going to arrive at.

“It keeps doing that”. It’s fun to contrast this scene with TST where he starts out barely looking up from the phone.

Talking people into suicide, bit of a theme really for this show. The idea of murdering through suicide goading, homophobia is a serial killer.

He did as John asked of him and found himself a low profile case. And John just snarks about it. The underappreciation goes both ways sometimes.

The fancy animations on the phone. Just because.

Everyone’s spilling tea but Lestrade. But then again his paper cup says coffee and balance of probability says that’s what he’s drinking. So the coffee doesn’t spill.

I miss the “not our division” meme.

I like the physics idea of using a diamond to concentrate the force to a point. Diamonds are hard enough to fully transfer the force that Jim is applying.

Why is John’s robe so short?

The purity of how John looks at Sherlock just after he was threatened by a terrorist, with Sherlock’s face lit up like a Disney princess.

The male guard nodding like there’s nothing untoward about asking the female guard “would you mind slipping your hand into my pocket?”

“Right, nothing creepy or suggestive about that.”

What is the point of that scene anyway? Is it about adding sexual undertones in general to Jim? Adding menace? Is chewing gum another code? I mean it’s short, but it still feels like it should mean something.

Maybe to compare to the next one.

Maybe to highlight the bias where Jim coming on strong to a woman looks threatening but Kitty coming on strong to Sherlock doesn’t (from a heterosexist viewpoint).

Want to shut up Sherlock? Bring up his and John’s relationship and suddenly he has no quick reply. And so many know this weakness of his.

“Set the record straight”

How have I missed this play on words? How? HOW?!?

Do not press Sherlock’s buttons if you can’t stand up to scrutiny.

Backseat driving a court case. Then again he’s probably well aware of court proceedings in order to determine what evidence would or would not convince a jury.

Every big villain Sherlock gets an animal. But also Jim isn’t a man, but an idea.

The guy who ate the wafer looking down at the crumbs on his jacket. Underrated comedy

That cut is one of the best jokes in the show. The best touch is showing Sherlock taking a breath to talk rather than just cutting immediately after the judge’s question.

This is the most married episode. John’s “what did I say” here, the earlier domesticity, etc.

The “look”. Sherlock assuming John knows what he’s thinking, but at least John knows him well enough to know that’s what he’s assuming.

Most married episode

I am going to be a mess in the end, aren’t I?

John’s hand is nervous with the verdict.

Sherlock offering John’s chair. Maybe he’s fine with Jim sitting there like he is with Mycroft, or he’s using reverse psychology, or he just really doesn’t want Jim in his chair.

I’m definitely overthinking this, but the chairs are given importance in the show.

“Did you listen” in a singsong voice. His phone signal being “Staying Alive”? Does that count? Or is he referring to John “showing his hand”?

“Tiny line of computer code”. This is a fun nod to the fact that computer hacking is often more social than technical. Why brute force a password if you can get to the one who made it? Like the court case. He didn’t need a defense, he just needed to get to the right people.

Jim knows what people want and fear.

“I should get myself a live-in one.” Que a million Moran fics. (Or maybe Morstan?)

Where does this debt come from? Why does Jim owe him a fall?

Did he already know they had a basket of apples in their living room? Would he have carried one in his pocket if they didn’t?

What if he got it set up together with the surveillance? Banking on John and Sherlock being so oblivious as to assume it was the other (or mrs Hudson) who put it in?

Two months later, which was six weeks after a montage that was three months earlier. Assuming rounding errors and we’re now within the very week or so that John went to therapy. Things are going to be happening very fast now, but at least he didn’t wait that long to get help.

“Why must my in-law be such a drama queen?”

“And a wanker as well?!?”

No seriously, not even getting the driver to warn John about the club rules?

This is so much funnier when you’ve been watching clips of “Yes Minister” on YouTube. I can definitely picture Humphrey being a member of the Diogenes. Where’s the crossover fic?

Every scene with John and Mycroft from now on are going to be snark-to-snark combat. Probably because this is the point where John is so comfortable with him that he can go full out.

Ooohhh that music cue! Mycroft’s “I stood for an hour leaning on an umbrella to ensure I got the perfect pose for dramatic effect” music.

Not sure if it’s wise to fill up a ptsd ridden ex soldier with paranoia fuel.

But John’s lack of self preservation strikes again and he just opens a mysterious envelope with his fingers.

And then plays with the crumbs inside.

The one brain cell containing John’s self preservation instinct is screaming, but unheard as it has long since been disconnected.

Still don’t get why the recovery of that one painting got him a hero title.

This is getting long. I’ll post this and start on the next post.

#rebecka’s sherlock rewatch #sherlock #johnlock #tjlc #sherlock meta #homophobia is a serial killer #john watson is a disaster #save john watson

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years

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Meet the Millers - Chapter 1

Pairing: Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Notes: I hit 200 followers and wanted to give y’all a little something so I did a poll and let you pick what one shot I write next. This is what y’all picked! I hope I can deliver. I started this out as a one shot and it MAJORLY got away from me, so now it’s a mini series. Thank you so much for following me and reading my ramblings! Also a shoutout to@astoryisaloveaffair for helping me figure out how things work and being an amazing sounding board, @icanbeyourjedi for helping me to settle on a filter for this mood board, and @theewokingdead for being delightfully appalled at how many words this one-shot has turned into and cheering me on with memes and gifs.

-This is set loosely in The Last of Us universe. I’ve only played a bit of the game and watched others play (and the show isn’t out yet), so please forgive any inaccuracies. Also it’s a post-apocalyptic world so I’m taking a bunch of liberties here. Because fan fiction.

*Ages at the time of this story (so you don’t have to do math):

Reader: 28

Benny: 35

Will: 38

Joel: 50

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*Reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photo bias

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Quiet.

That’s what you loved about being on the patrol team at the very top of the wall. It’s why you volunteered for it. Most people want to be closer to the ground, whether from fear of heights or lack of wanting to traverse the multitude of makeshift stairs to get here.

But not you.

Up here, the sounds of Boston fade away to a soft din, allowing you space to breathe. It’s not that you hated the noise, but you grew up away from here, your family constantly on the move, avoiding raiders and clickers. The quiet gave your brain room to breathe, away from all of the politics and sector checks, ration cards and hidden gangs.

Not to mention the view was spectacular.

You could almost forget that the world as you know it had been nearly destroyed 20 years ago. You were only 8, but you remember your dad coming in the middle of the night, frantic and talking a long stream of words that barely made sense to you in your half awakened state. He had shoved a backpack at you and told you to fill it with clothes. You did as you were told, remembering to put on your favorite arrow necklace before your dad came back in and all but pulled you from the house. You had lived more rural but you still heard the sounds coming from the nearby town as your dad slammed the door behind you and you took off down the road, seeing people coming out of the woods and attacking your neighbors…

You shake your head, knocking you out of your walk down memory lane. Breathing in the night air, you exhale and watch your breath spiral out of your mouth in the cold air. You were always alone on this stretch of the wall, which was another perk of the job. Your fingers loosened and tightened on your rifle. You much preferred your bow, but it wouldn’t do much damage from this distance. That’s probably why they agreed to put you up here anyway - you were a skilled marksman. Markswoman?

You hear the soft pad of boots on the wall and immediately raise your rifle and point in that direction.

“Easy, easy. I’m a friendly.” The voice was deep and had a bit of a drawl to it. You didn’t lower your rifle as the man was still hidden in shadow.

“Show your face then.”

A man emerges from the shadows, hands up level with his chest. He has sandy blonde hair with a slight wave to it, about shoulder length, some facial hair to match, and killer blue eyes. He’s tall too, at least 6’3 and fit. You try to ignore the nerves that hit your stomach at the sight of him standing there in his jeans that fit his shape perfectly, black shirt under a worn black leather jacket.

“My id is in my pocket.” He moves his hand towards the pocket but you yell at him to stop. He moves his hand back up to the surrender position.

“You can come take it if you want, sweetheart.”

An interesting predicament. You could get his id and check that he has permission to be up here, and you’re sure he does. But if he wasn’t supposed to be up here, and you got too close, who knows what he might do. Not that I’d necessarily be unwilling.

Opting for option 2, you slowly walk up to the man who hadn’t moved from his position. Switching your rifle out for your handgun, you arrive at the man and he nods down to his front pants pocket. You keep your eyes on his as you slide your hand in his pocket, noticing how he shifts a little as your fingers maneuver around, finally finding the edge of a card and pulling it out as the man lets out an almost imperceivable grunt.

Stepping back to a good distance, you hold the card up to the side of your line of vision so you can look at it while keeping the man in your line of sight. Scanning the id, you see the man’s photo, name, designation (upper wall), role (patrol), and, moving the card up and down, you see the hidden logo only printed on the official cards.

“Benjamin Miller?” You lower your rifle and hold his id out to him.

“Benny.” He hesitates a moment. “You wanna slide that back in my pocket for me, sweetheart?”

You snort. “Does that line work with all the ladies?”

“Sometimes.” He gives you a half smile and you feel your lower stomach start to burn with a fire you weren’t entirely familiar with, not having felt it in a very long time. He still hasn’t moved to take his id back so you roll your eyes and step forward, sliding the card back in his pocket as he looks down at you, scanning your face. Stepping back and trying to hide the heat that rose to your cheeks, you tell him your name.

“But everyone calls me Ghost.”

“Ghost?” His voice hits something deep inside you and you shift a little, trying to relieve some pressure from between your thighs without him noticing.

“Yeah. I’m a good shot and very quiet. Comes with growing up on the outside.”

Benny whistles. “You grew up on the outside?”

“Yeah. It was…different. You?”

“Been here since I was 15 with my brothers.”

“Family?”

“Parents were on the outside when it happened. They never came back.”

You nod. “Sorry to hear it.”

“You?”

“Parents got me and my siblings out. We hid in our cabin for several years until clickers found us. Got my parents. My siblings and I lived on the road, never settling really. Lost one to gangs and one to Fireflies. Sister left to live with a raider. Then I was on my own and made my way here. And here I am.”

Benny watches you. “I get the feelin’ there’s more to that story.”

You smile darkly. “Probably.”

You turn to stare out across the nature overtaking the dilapidated buildings of the other half of Boston, the side not in the zone. You feel Benny’s eyes on you and it adds fuel to that fire growing in your belly.

“Why are you up here, Benny?”

“I like it up here. It’s…quiet.”

“It is. You assigned to this section?”

Benny chuckles. “Actually a section over but I took the wrong stairs. Saw you and figured I’d say hi.”

You turn to look at him, crossing your arms and leaning your hip against the railing.

“Hi.”

He smiles at you and it’s like you’re on fire with want, the crinkles by his eyes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing here, smiling with his entire being.

“I hope to see more of you, Ghost.” His voice sends another jolt through your body and you watch his eyes trail down your body and back up, meeting your gaze. He smiles once more as he turns to head to his section further down the wall. Watching him walk away was a blessing and curse too. What was the phrase? Hate to see him leave but love to watch him go?

Fuck it.

“Benny?”

He stops, having just about entered the watchtower to cross to the next section of wall.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You set your rifle against the wall and close the distance between you both in a few quick strides. Pushing Benny up against the wall, he lets out a small grunt as his back collides with the brick. You grab onto his jacket and pull him down to you as your lips meet his, Benny’s tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. It had been so long since you had simply been kissed, let alone with this much fire, that you can’t help the moan that escapes your throat, vibrating through to Benny’s. Your hands are still gripping his jacket but his are roaming over your body, one hand coming to rest on your hip with a tight grip and the other grips the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss. All too soon he pulls your head back and greets you with those baby blues.

“What’r we doing here, sweetheart?”

Panting heavily, your eyes heavy with lust find his, desire darkening his eyes like a raging storm on the sea.

“I need you to fuck me, Benny.”

He smiles. “That I can do.”

He grabs your hips and turns you, pushing your back up against the wall and putting his leg between yours, lifting you off the floor with his height. His lips find your neck and he starts kissing, sucking, biting, as your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. Benny’s large hands reach under your shirt and shift your bra down, massaging your boobs and pinching your nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” you pant as Benny’s mouth finds your boobs and he starts sucking and kissing there too. One of your hands tries to grip his bicep while the other winds into his long blonde locks, gripping his hair and tugging. Benny growls out a “fuck” when you do that, so you do it again.

“I gotta fuck you now, sweetheart.” His voice is deep and desperate and you nod frantically, whispering out a “yes, yes!”

Frantic hands from both of you as you try to undo the pants of the other, neither one of you having any success. A frustrated sigh comes out of you and Benny puts you down, moving to undo his own pants as you undo yours. You only manage to get one leg out, having had to remove your boot first before Benny picks you up, shifting his grip down to under your upper thighs. He kisses you hard again as you wrap your legs around him, arms coming around him to play with his hair again.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” Benny breathes into your mouth. Before you can respond, Benny manages to maneuver one of his hands to your slit, drenching his fingers in your essence and moaning at the feel of you.

“Fuck me, Benny. Please.” You hadn’t meant to beg but fuck you wanted him.

“Yes ma’am.”

He lines himself up and slowly thrusts into you, feeling every inch as he bottoms out, moving his hand back to under your thigh. Your head flies back, mouth open in an “o” shape as you feel him stretch you and tap something at the back, a spot that had never been explored but you desperately need him to.

He slowly thrusts into you a few more times before picking up the pace, watching how your expressions change as he hits that spot. Your breaths come out in short gasps, a hint of a whine on them. He picks up his speed and you try to help him out by thrusting your own hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts. This earns you a stream of expletives from Benny, followed by a series of groans and pants. The fire that had been simmering in your belly quickly ignites after just a few thrusts from Benny.

“I’m gonna..gonna..fuck!” you moan his name into his ear as you come, feeling him continue to fuck you through it harder, knowing he’s hitting a spot inside you. His hips start to falter as you come down and you know he’s close.

“Ghost, ‘m gonna..gonna…” Benny comes suddenly, little grunts and moans escaping his mouth as he spurts into you. You tug his hair a little and that makes him come more and you make sure to note that one for next time. Next time?

Breathing heavily against each other, you stay there for a few minutes just breathing and being connected. Eventually, Benny pulls out of you with a hiss and sets you down.

“Here. It’s all I have. I didn’t think I’d be…here.” Benny pulls out a bandana from his jacket pocket, pours some water on it from a bottle he had set down to the side, and hands it to you.

You stare at the bandana, touched he’d even think about trying to help you clean up after. Taking the red fabric you look up at him.

“This will work. Thanks, Benny. That’s…thoughtful.”

He smiles as he does up his pants. “Next time I’ll come better prepared-” he freezes and looks at you. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume that we’d…that this would…”

You laugh to rescue him from his sudden embarrassment. “Thank you Benny. And yes, if you’re up for it, I would love for this to happen again. Maybe a steady thing?” You finish cleaning yourself off and start getting dressed.

Benny looks shocked at your bluntness. “Fuck yeah. But..no strings attached? Like friends with benefits or?”

“I don’t know you well enough to know if we’re friends yet.”

“I was just inside you.”

“Yeah but…” You really don’t know what to say. Usually these things never lasted past this point, maybe another meetup a couple of times. But never something where you’d see the person often.

“Are you not used to having friends?”

You sigh. “Honestly? No. They all end up dead or betray me.”

His face softens. “That won’t happen here. No need to be..exclusive. Just fuckin’ friends, I promise.”

That makes you laugh and he joins in, his eyes crinkling up at the corners and you know you’re in trouble.

“See you tomorrow night, sweetheart.”

Benny winks at you as he gathers up his stuff and heads through the watchtower to go to his post, leaving you with a sad smile on your face as his presence leaves the area feeling empty for the first time since you had taken on the post.

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Your days are spent sleeping or cashing in your ration cards, and feeding the raccoon in the alley that you’ve named Pockets because he always seems to be carrying some kind of shiny trinket.

Your nights are spent on the wall, keeping an eye out for intruders and clickers, although there have never been any since you got here. Most nights you end up with Benny inside of you, moaning out each other’s names into the dark, quiet space above the broken city.

One night, you went to visit him on his section of wall and you overheard him singing to himself, deep and soulful. You listened for some time before you stepped into view, gently pushing him to the ground to ride him as he tried to continue to sing, eventually giving up and replacing it with grunts and expletives.

You liked Benny. Of course, things weren’t exclusive, but conversation with him came easy. He was funny, charming, and definitely had some sort of ADHD but that made you like him more. A few weeks in, he started bringing you a mug of coffee almost every night, which shocked you the first time he handed you the mug. Coffee was an expensive luxury item these days.

“Where did you get this?”

“I know people.”

You fix him with a look. “I can’t take this, Benny. It’s too much.”

“Sweetheart, if I didn’t want to give it to you, I wouldn’t have brought it. It’s not much, but it’s decent.”

Tentatively, you take the mug from Benny, holding it with both hands and taking a small sip. It was black, but still warms you up, the bitter taste swirling around in your mouth with a hint of..some kind of nut? You smack your lips and Benny smiles, looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

“Sugar?”

“I thought I was ”sweetheart”?”

He chuckles. “You are, but-” he holds out a tiny packet of sugar and you audibly gasp. Sugar was also difficult to come by.

“Benny, I-”

Silently, he takes the mug from your hands and adds the sugar, giving the mug a few swirls before handing it back to you. Taking a quick sniff, you take another sip, quietly moaning at the sweet taste that you had missed, even if it was laced with the bitter taste of coffee. You offer the mug back to him, but Benny puts his hands over yours and pushes them back to you.

“I brought this for you.” His eyes locked on yours, soft and affectionate, and you get lost in the blue of his eyes for a long moment. He leans down and hesitates briefly before he kisses you lightly.

“See you later, sweetheart.”

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Rewriting the Entirety of SGE: The School Years

All of this is solely up to my own preference. Yes, some parts may be messy because I am inexperienced. I don’t even know what a plot is. Here we go.

I didn’t have any major problem with Book 1 until Agatha’s Glow Up, so we’re starting there.

Canon: Agatha realizes she was beautiful all along and literally two minutes later Tedros falls in love with her.

However, I think it would’ve been so much more impactful if she simply changed her perspective on her “ugliness” from a negative light to an objective standpoint.

We already know that Agatha is badass, so I think she should view herself that way. Insecurity is nothing if she amounts her features to the raw human ability that they possess. Her frame is tall and skinny because she’s athletic, her big eyes serve her the purpose of seeing. Agatha may not be pretty, but every bone in her body was made so that she could eat, breathe, laugh, fight, do parkour around School for Evil.

It’s obvious that Ever Girls only care about their appearance because they want to impress boys (in School for Girls, they are shown as letting themselves go). Agatha is characterized as having no interest in boys, and therefore she doesn’t need to be pretty in the first place. Now, I know that princesses need a prince in order to have their fairytale, but Agatha already thinks that’s bullshit -- why not go against it?

Also, this is extremely minor, but I'd rather have Agatha have some kind of deformity, like a cleft lip or crooked spine. It would really sell the idea that she was different. As a kid, even if Soman screamed in my face that Agatha was canonically ugly, I couldn’t imagine how she could be if the features she was described with were SO normal. Of course, her deformity remains throughout the book, because that is Not Cool if it’s magically removed.

I’ve said this before in my I Don’t Really Like Agatha post, and I’ll say it again. She is ungrateful for the opportunity she could have at School for Good. I’d literally kill to be there, I’d sit through every mind-numbing, subtly sexist class about smiling and posture just so I could practice magic, and I’m sure a lot of people think the same.

[edited: didn’t mean to sound so callous, it’s only an opinion]

Agatha isn’t even using this to expand her power. She uses her wish a total of 2 times in this book, and it’s not like she didn’t have time to use it. It’s disappointing.

So, imagine that Agatha just GRINDS in her school-work. Sure, she fails the challenges related to Strategic Blushing and Matching Outfits, but everything else she excels. At first she just didn’t want to be turned into a plant, she was only studying to survive. Now, it’s more than that.

Agatha is introduced as having a fondness for villains, and it’s apparent that beauty is irrelevant in their success stories. Although she is hurt when Sophie alludes to how she’d “fit in” with the immature, trigger-happy Nevers, she can apply those values of dismissing outer appearances while still being Good. It’s not as if Agatha is greedy or deceitful. She saves the Wish Fish, forgives Sophie countless times, and doesn’t do anything outright vicious. There’s no reason to question that she’s NOT a Never. She can be ugly and an Ever at the same time, wasn’t that the original message?

Hypothetically, she gains more knowledge and strength in spells and potions and such, and just like Sophie, even if everyone doubted her, she could rise through the ranks. There’s no point in worrying about your looks when you’re the most powerful girl in school. (Did I make Agatha too close to Evil? Maybe. But she doesn’t need to push people down to bring herself up, she’s just a natural like that.)

Also, if she needs a boy to ask her out to the Snow Ball, she 100% hates that. She could just talk to Dovey, are they really gonna fail the baddest bitch there?

No. They’re not.

Okay, here’s the biggest part that everyone will hate me for. No Tagatha. At least, not until TLEA.

When Agatha comes out of the Groom Room having just kickstarted her self-esteem and everyone’s drooling, Tedros is attracted to her instantly. I guess that’s fine. Reasonable. But consider this:

Agatha doesn’t love Tedros back.

When Tedros asks her out at the Circus of Talents, she declines. Because if she really knew her own worth, she wouldn’t say yes before making friends with him first. That’s only fair. Actually, I’d say a part of insecurity is settling for any guy who gives you attention (aka Tedros). Y'all are gonna hit me with the damning “We accept the love we think we deserve”.

EVEN IF SHE BELIEVES SHE DESERVES HIM NOW, IT DOESN’T MEAN SHE’LL JUMP AT THE CHANCE TO DATE HIM. THAT’S MESSED UP.

Okay, I know Sophie threw her bitch fit because Agatha was being a hypocrite and dating Tedros. So, tweak that and have Sophie throw a bitch fit simply because Tedros asked Agatha out in the first place. That still makes sense with her entitled selfish personality.

In the stupid war of Evers and Nevers, (which was like, strange considering they’re kids but they’ll have a similar conflict for the next two years), Tedros and Agatha are not together. You could throw in a bit of “Tedros wants to prove to Agatha he’s a hero” but for god’s sakes we are NOT putting in that little chauvinistic “how dare a princess question me”. That one line gave me a bad feeling about Tedros — foreshadowing for AWWP? And it’s crazy that Soman wrote that, along with his lack of brain cells. Are you trying to make readers bully him in memes and instagram group chats? Not from personal experience.

Oh, and this is more of a complaint. But, why did Soman make Sophie bald, pockmarked, and toothless in her transformation of embracing Evil? I thought this was about breaking stereotypes.

The Evil stigma that’s drilled in their heads about being pretty and in general taking care of yourself, is completely inane to me. I can’t believe that Sophie’s “trickery” of Tedros was so revolutionary. None of the Nevers, in 200 years, thought of that?

Instead of her beauty regressing, I’d actually want it to be heightened. It’s what set her apart from the Nevers the moment she walked in. It should be the icing on top of the cake. When Sophie is at her peak of power, she’s a princess. Who could kill you.

If you’re worried about reducing women to be pretty objects or seductresses, stop. It’s okay. Sophie has other powers like summoning ravens, wasps, locusts, bats, using her singing voice for torture, and she is skilled in curses and death traps. In short, the Hot Evil Lady trope works for her. (I think. Someone correct me.)

At the end of SGE, Agatha chooses Sophie over Tedros. Needless to say, Tedros feels betrayed. If you wanted to make him an idiot, with anger issues, daddy issues, and an inferiority complex, this is the easiest way out. He’s under the misguided impression that Agatha belongs with him simply because 1. He loves her. 2. He’s the prince of Camelot, damnit. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

Not to mention that his father pressured him not to make the same mistake. And Tedros thinks that School for Good is his pool of suitors since Arthur married his classmate Guinevere? There is no line of logic in this man at all, did you miss the part where Guinevere cheats and runs away? Maybe Ever Girls isn’t the only place you should look! There are thousands of other girls in the Woods and you intend to find your soulmate at 14?? Goddamn.

In conclusion, Tedros’ hurt feelings continue to AWWP. Easy.

And if y’all gonna come for me about how Tedros is easily swayed by looks (he’s convinced that Sophie and Agatha are in the wrong schools for half the book) I’d want to make him a bit smarter. I know that’s impossible.

In canon, Tedros turns on Sophie because her true colors showed, and her witchy phase gives him that confirmation bias. He goes feral with testosterone and heroism, as we know.

I’d like him to understand that just because his solely physical attraction to Sophie grew when she’s evil and pretty, it doesn’t mean that she’s not any less dangerous. If Tedros, of all people, learns the difference between appearances vs reality, it would really drive the point home.

All right. You’re still here?

Here’s some extra headcanons you could add in here and here.

In the meantime I’ll think of more.

If there were any hard-hitting themes I was supposed to include, please tell me, I usually gloss over them while reading.

But anyway, thanks for reading this far.

#The School for Good and Evil #School for Good #School for Evil

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