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[holylulusworld]

Dumbass stalker - Prologue

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, almost no dialogue in this chapter, a short chapter to get into the story

A/N: I have no self-control. SB didn’t leave my mind so here we go with a mini-series. Also - I love a dumbass reader. :)

Dumbass stalker masterlist

He’s back in town again and you’re at ease. 

After being absent for a few weeks for a mission, Soldier Boy is back in town.Your hero. The knight in shiny armor you admire so much.

You have to follow him through town. There is no way you can go home and focus on even breathing before you don't see him up close.

He’s like a drug running through your veins.

Only seeing him on TV or stalking his social media is not enough. You’re an addict willing to take more of his drug; more of him.

He doesn’t know you exist, but this doesn’t matter to you, or the life you imagine having with him. Soldier Boy is a shiny star, and you wouldn’t dare grasp him.

However, keeping your taps on your man, and following his every step is another story.

“Soldier Boy is here,” some fangirls scream as your wet dream on long legs walks out of a store. He rolls his eyes as the girls crowd him to get an autograph. “Soldier Boy, we love you.”

The girls distract Soldier Boy long enough for you to snap a few pictures of him. You sigh deeply as you’ll have to use your Photoshop skills to cut the girls out of the pictures.

“Where are you heading now? Do you have a girlfriend? How do you like your pasta?” The girls throw question after question at Soldier Boy. He grits his teeth, and you know, he’s about to explode.

He shakes his head and groans as the girls continue to pester him. Soldier Boy dips his head, eyes drifting toward the other side of the street.

“I should go now,” you mumble to yourself as you check the pictures you took of Soldier Boy. A beautiful addition to your collection. “He looks so good today.”

When you lift your eyes off your phone, the girls and Soldier Boy are gone. It doesn’t matter. Your job here is done. With twenty new pictures of your dream man saved in the cloud, you will have a great day.

You press the phone to your chest, sighing as you were so close to Soldier Boy today.

If only he knew you were his greatest fan.

“Perfect,” you smile to yourself.

After downloading the pictures to your laptop, you used Photoshop to remove the girls crowding Soldier Boy.

“I’ll print and frame this one. What do you say, snowball?"

You whip your head toward your sleepy furball. “Snowball, show a bit more enthusiasm when it comes to your daddy. I’m telling you, one day he’ll see me.”

Your cat is unimpressed. She lifts her head, meows, and goes back to sleep.

“One day, snowball,” you swoon as you look at the pictures again. “I know he will see me one day…”

Part 1

Soldier Boy Tags/The Boys Tags

@lessons-of-red​

@leigh70​ 

@fallen-wolf22​

@lyarr24​

@akshi8278​

@stephv213 

@sexyvixen7​

@jojoesq​

@black-rose-29​

@morpheus-zion-au

@creepzeyecandy​

@deansonlywife​

[xiaoderys]

❝ Saturated Sunrise ❞ (l.dh, n.jm)

DISCONTINUED

pairing: haechan x reader, jaemin x reader

genre: crack, fluff, angst, possible smut

soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au mixed with narrative (in future chapters)

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive with possible smut in future chapters

word count: 1.2k (this is only the prologue so future chapters will definitely be much longer~)

parts: prologue character profile, I

synopsis: you gradually lose your ability to see colors as you fall out of love with donghyuck

you were red and you liked me because I was blue. but you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. then you decided purple just wasn’t for you.

A/N: <the italicized texts are y/n’s thoughts~> I highly suggest that you guys pay attention to the tiniest details because they can be much more meaningful in the future than you think. Feel free to ask questions if you’re confused about something🤗 this is my first proper au so constructive criticism is welcomed~

prologue

One month in uni, you’d think you’d know your way around the place by now, but unfortunately for you, this was the third time you’ve passed the equestrian statue that stood in front of the grand concert hall and you start to realize that you were probably going in circles

without giving it much thought, you started to walk towards the marble statue, admiring every edge and curve. you’ve always had the sense of interest in the classic aesthetics; looking at the golden plaque, it read ‘Lee Taeyong’— you observed his face, it looked so perfectly sculpted, no human could’ve possibly existed looking like that, right?

as you were lost in your thoughts and have completely forgotten about where you were headed, the mellow sound of a piano being played, softly rang through your ears and like a lost puppy that just got a sniff of some treats, you followed it into the building

you slowly opened one of the doors which lead you to the back of the stage and roamed a bit until you ended up on the main stage, you peeked from behind the curtains and there.. there he sat in all his glory; actually you didn’t really know who he was as his back was facing you but as far you could tell, his hair was dark? his broad shoulders stood tall and he was definitely well-built, he didn’t look like someone you knew though

you were dazed by every single note he played and even felt a bit nostalgic hearing the song yet you just couldn’t quite figure out where you’ve heard it before

you stayed there for a good couple of minutes, just listening to him play and admiring his physique. you couldn’t leave even if you wanted to— your legs wouldn’t move; he just had a way of playing that made you want to listen to him forever.

and then he stopped- “I know you’re there, you can come out now” your eyes widened at the sudden statement

is he talking to me ??? and out of panic, you blurted out a quick “no, I’m not!”

he sighed and turned around, arms crossed on his chest. “Come out now, stalker, those curtains haven’t been cleaned in years” okay, so that’s why I’ve been trying to suppress probably ten sneezes for the past few minutes now

“How’d you know I was here?!”

“Why were you stalking me?”

“I wasn’t stalking you!”

“Really now? You’ve been staring at me play for the past 10 minutes behind those curtains, I’m pretty sure that’s called stalking, babe”

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was just- I was picking up my-“ you looked around for something and- “saxophone!”

you walked over to the sax and as you were picking it up he leaned his back on the piano with one of his brows raised “play something for me then”

“hmm?”

“You watched me play the piano, isn’t it only fair that you play for me too?”

“uh, I can’t- I uh don’t have my lucky socks on”

“what’s that got to do with anything?”

“well you know how it is with us musicians and our lucky socks haha”

He raised his brows, not feeding into a single grain of your obvious lie. “Okay fine but I’m a little rusty today”

He wasn’t fond of the lying but he did find it rather amusing how committed you were so he just lightly smiled and waited.

You wiped the mouthpiece, silently praying that whoever owns it doesn’t have herpes or something but you were committed now so there’s no going back.

“Do you have any song request?”

“Not really, just play whatever you want”

You thought for a short moment and the only song you knew that’s played on the sax is— Careless Whisper. You put your handkerchief over the mouthpiece because- hygiene, and started to play more like tried to but as soon as you blew your first note, you both knew you were done for.

He didn’t even let you finish the first verse before cutting you off “figures”

“someone probably messed with it, I have to reshape the holes and all that” reshape the holes??? huhhh y/n, what is wrong with you?

“mhmm”

he stood up and walked over to you then picked up the saxophone case from beside you, revealing the name of the owner “okay then miss.. Mark Lee, you’re very committed to your lie, I applaud that but unfortunately you’re quite bad at it”

“Why? What’s wrong with my name? You’re sexist? You don’t think girls can be named Mark? Is that it? Wow I didn’t expect that from someone who looks so-”

“Woah calm down, babe, I never said any of those things but what I am saying is that I’m friends with a little someone called Mark Lee who owns the exact same sax as yours so you tell me”

“uhh common name?” you laughed nervously but he gave you a stern look, telling you to just give it up but you brought this upon yourself so you just— bolted.

but it really wasn’t your day because before you could run, he stopped you in your tracks by putting both his arms on the wall behind you, trapping you between his arms

you didn’t get the chance to actually take a good look at him before but now, he’s only a few inches away from your face and you swore you couldn’t breathe.

he wasn’t bad looking at all. his hair was a bit long and some even fall on his brows, his eye color was dark as far as you could tell and he had those really pretty lashes that fluttered every time he blinked. his lips weren’t the fullest nor the thinnest yet they were dry and chapped. his face looks so softly sculpted but his striking eyes and sharp eyebrows contradicted his soft features. it wasn’t only his way with the piano that made you stay, he had this charm and beauty that can hold anyone captive— “you’re already falling in love with me, aren’t you?”

“what the- no!” you snapped out of whatever that was “I was just looking at your chapped lips, they’re so dry, I thought I was in the Sahara desert for second there”

“ouch! hurtful but true” he chuckled “doesn’t excuse the fact that you were daydreaming of me though”

you just wanted to get out of there so you bumped his forehead with your own and when he winced in pain and let his arms fall, you quickly ran out of there

you ran as quick as possible with some guys saxophone in hand which you didn’t realize you were still holding.

as soon as the music hall was out of sight, you settled down and thought about what you’re gonna do with this stolen sax;

are they gonna conduct a search for it? am I gonna be known as the sexy saxophone thief ?? wait, that dude saw me! well now he knows the face of the culprit, dumbass! noooo I’m too pretty to be jailed😭😭

you sighed and decided to just return it tomorrow and proceeded to go to where you were headed earlier. you checked your phone for the time and that whole shenanigans apparently took about half an hour and you were late for your study date.

y/n, why do you get yourself into these kinds of situations?

[knchins]

The Proposal - Oikawa Tooru

Summary: Oikawa’s fangirls are getting worse and worse and he finds himself in a difficult situation. He decides the only way to free himself from them is to pretend to date his best friend’s cousin. (Prologue to Canary)

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru & Iwaizumi Hajime (platonic), Oikawa x Fem!OC

Rating: G

Word Count: 900

HQWK Prompt: Favorite Duo

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m hoping I can start working on this chapter fic soon, but until then here is a bit of setup! This is for day 4 of HQ Week 2020! @haikyuuweek2020​

Oikawa Tooru had a problem. A big one.

As of late his female fans had become insufferable. While yes, the star setter did love the attention, he simply didn’t have time for their distractions. They followed him everywhere, constantly asked him out, and somehow they got a hold of his phone number and email address and wouldn’t stop harassing him that way either.

Oikawa Tooru had a huge problem and Iwaizumi Kyouka was his perfect solution.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa chirped at his best friend who was joining him in the gym for club practice. “You know the little issue I’ve been having with the ladies?” The sly look on his face made Iwa frown with irritation. He already didn’t like where this was going.

“You mean your group of stalkers?” Iwa asked gruffly

He smiled and nodded, “Yes, I have figured out how to get rid of them.”

Hajime cracked his knuckles, “you’re going to let me rearrange your face?”

Oikawa paled before quickly shaking his head no, putting his hands up to defend himself if need be. “No! I just need to get a fake girlfriend. One that will scare off all the other girls.”

Iwa didn’t look too certain of this plan. Mostly because he had suggested Oikawa just pick one to date (or hell, date all of them) but Oikawa had refused, saying he wanted to focus on volleyball and not on a relationship. So how was his solution any different? “

The shit eating grin never left his face, clearly knowing that what he was going to propose would upset Iwaizumi filled him with some sort of twisted glee. This caused the black haired boy’s expression to darken even more. “Shittykawa, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to pretend to date my second favorite Iwa-chan!” Oikawa said, beaming with pride and joy at his ingeniousness. “She’ll keep the other girls away from me with that mean face of hers! It’s the perfect solution.”

Iwa couldn’t stop himself from punching his friend in the shoulder, making him yelp in pain though honestly the hit wasn’t all that hard. “Kyouka doesn't date, Dumbass. She’s never going to agree to that.”

Tooru was rubbing his shoulder where Iwa had just smacked him. “That’s why you’re going to help me convince her, Iwa-chan. As my best friend!”

“I never agreed to any of that.” Iwa responded bitterly, though he knew that he would help his oldest friend. He rarely could tell him no unless the request was completely ridiculous. In truth he probably could convince his cousin to fake date Oikawa, though he knew he'd owe her something in return. She'd probably ask him to model for one of her paintings again, which he absolutely hated. Still, maybe the fake relationship could be a little entertaining and maybe his cousin could take Oikawa down a few pegs.

Oikawa was giving him the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could muster, even going so far as to make them water to get his friend to say yes. Iwa simply rolled his eyes, “I’ll talk to her tonight after I get home. I don’t think she’ll say yes.”

“She'll do anything for you.” Tooru said with a small scoff. “All you have to do is ask her nicely.”

Iwa didn’t like the sound of that. Asking her nicely was Oikawa’s way of saying groveling. If he begged her then she would eventually say yes. He just hated begging anyone for anything, though he figured it could be worse.

After a nice hot shower, Iwa sat down on his bed and pulled out his cell phone. After dialing his cousin’s number, he waited anxiously for her to pick up. His right leg bounced despite the dull tired ache in his thighs from that night’s practice.

“Isn’t it a little late to be calling me?” Came a tired voice. Had he woken her up? Certainly not, it wasn’t that late. Though maybe she was just tired for the school day. Sometimes she didn’t get enough sleep at night, so maybe last night she didn’t get enough shuteye.

“Kyou,” Iwa started, pausing for a moment as if she’d strike him down before he even got the question out. When she said nothing he continued, “I have a favor to ask you. If you agree then I’ll owe you big time, okay?”

He could practically hear her posture stiffening through the flip phone. “What is it Hajime?” She asked, still sounding sleepy. He was almost more concerned about her sleep habits than his best friend. It took him a moment to redirect himself.

“Shittykawa needs a fake girlfriend to scare off his rabid fan girls.” He said, hoping that the prospect didn’t sound too awful for her.

Kyouka was silent for a good three minutes, milling over if the pain of pretending to date Oikawa was really worth anything Hajime could do for her in the future. Of course, there was never any telling what the future holds. “Do I have to kiss him?” She asked, sounding totally disgusted.

“What? No! If he kisses you, I’ll-” Her soft laugh cut him off and his anger melted away into a small smile. “So you’ll do it?”

“Oh, I’ll do it. But you both owe me. I have something in mind in exchange for this." She said with a bit more glee than he was expecting. "I'm sure you can already guess what that is."

Iwa let out a pained groan, “Fine, get some sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow at school. We can discuss it then.”

“Goodnight, Iwa-chan.” She said, mocking Oikawa’s grating voice and causing Hajime to wince in mock pain.

“Night, Kyouka.” He hung up and laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as the wheels turned in his head. Just what was he getting himself into?

General Masterlist || HQ Week Masterlist

[thrillridesz]

[ to start from the prologue - click here ]

n/a: unedited!

“Ah, I was just asking.” You said, trying not to let your smile waver as you watched Jacob’s shoulder drop, the expectant look in his eyes giving way to disappointment for just a split second before he smiled gently.

“Oh, okay.”

“I’d be down to hang out anytime you want by the way!” You hurriedly added in an attempt to clear the awkward tension in the air and Jacob must have sensed it when he gave you a reassuring look to alleviate your worries at the possibility of accidentally blowing him off.

“That would be great. I’d love that,” He said softly, his tone warm and kind and you felt your heart skip a beat. You had just met this guy but you already knew you liked him. There was something so soft spoken and almost angelic about his demeanor that you can’t help but want to get to know him a little bit better.

“Would you like to exchange numbers?”

“Sure thing.” He grinned and you handed him your phone for him to key his number in. As he did, you couldn’t help but notice how his soft hair fell over his eyes and how he seemed to simply radiate a naturally ethereal and soft aura. The butterflies in your stomach were beginning to flutter wildly and you wondered if this was what ‘having a crush’ felt like. You had never had one since fourth grade.

You still remembered how it all went down. Despite your best efforts to make him like you, all he did was trample heartlessly on your good intentions and feelings. You stiffened as you recalled how he had ran away from you the moment you presented him with a handmade card on Valentine’s Day which you had spent a lot of time designing. The process had been gruelling for a young kid your age, to stay up late just to get yourself covered in glitter, glue and paint only to be rejected without even an answer. That day, you had felt so devastated and upset that you refused to even eat dinner until your grandmother threatened to bust down your door herself.

Over time, you kept the memory at the back of your mind, refusing to remember as you chose to place your focus on things that more greatly deserved your attention. Was one guy really going to change all of that? It felt a little ridiculous, seeing that you have just met Jacob but you could feel that was this sort of chemistry between the two of you. There was something so innately pure about him that you really liked. He exuded such warmth, unlike the boys you’d usually meet. This was one boy you could seriously like.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

You shook out of your daze and realised that Jacob was peering down at you curiously and you felt the embarrassment start to creep in.

“Sorry, were you saying anything?’

“Um, I was asking if you wanted me to key my number into your phone as well.” He said, looking a little confused. “Was there something on your mind?”

“Ah, it’s just… School.” You laughed it off and he chuckled, a deep yet soft laugh coming from within his chest.

“I can relate! I have that expression when I think of school as well.”

Pressing your number into his contacts, you handed his phone back to him and he smiled, “I’ll text you soon.”

“Didn’t he say he was going to text?” You wondered as you stared at your phone for the nth time.

The subway train slowed to a stop and as you alighted, you kept your eyes glued to your phone, feeling your heart sink with each passing hour. Even as you slipped it into your pocket, you could feel yourself being on high alert for any notifications, pings or vibration. As you walked down the streets and felt the slightest tremor, you could feel the anticipation coursing through your veins as you checked the notifications only to sigh deeply.

[ (1) notification from emma🔥 ]

hey are you there yet? i might be a lil late

yeah im actually already here

You texted back, pushing open the double doors to find the place still relatively calm and serene. There wasn’t anyone else except for an eldery couple at the booth in the far corner and a hooded figure hunched over a chocolate smoothie by the bar. The lunch crowd wouldn’t be here until another half an hour so it was plenty of time for you to relax and prepare yourself for an afternoon of unadulterated chaos and rushing lunch orders.

As you tapped your employee card against the electronic reader, you barely noticed someone creeping behind you and before you knew it…

“Y/n!”

“Oh! Fu- Kevin!” You scolded, slapping him lightly on the back as the boy doubled back, shaking with laughter. Your phone had clattered to the ground as you jumped and immediately, you doved for it, inspecting it for any damage and turning to glare at him.

“You… You should have seen your face! I’m dying!” He wheezed, his laughs almost coming out in pants at this point.

“Ugh, go annoy someone else.” You rolled your eyes, pushing past him while he trailed behind you.

“C’mon, it was just a joke.” He said, following you out to the cash register where you started your first duty of counting all the money in the till. Leaning on his elbows, he peered up at you curiously. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“I’m not that petty, Kevin.”

“Didn’t think you were,” he grinned and as your phone vibrated for the second time, you rushed to check it again, the excitement in your expression not going unnoticed by Kevin. As you deflated and stuffed your phone back into your pocket and resumed your duty of counting the notes, he asked, “Who was that?”

You purse your lips. “Just Emma telling me that she might be really late.”

“Huh. You were clearly expecting someone else to text you, I can see it. Come on, spill.” He said, his voice bearing a teasing tilt to it and you knew you could hide nothing from him.

Kevin was a friend you knew since you were in first grade. The two of you had hit it off almost immediately and grew to become a very close duo. In a way, he was the Watson to your Sherlock, the Joey to your Chandler, the Key to your Peele… You get the idea. He was your closest friend, someone you could confide in without needing to fear any judgement on his part. He was someone you told your deepest darkest secrets to, even ones that you kept from everyone else so that only the both of you knew about it. The bond the two of you shared was strong and almost unbreakable and there was practically nothing that would escape the notice of either of you.

“It’s just some guy.” You relented, feeling the heat on your face coming back.

“A guy huh?” Kevin mumbled, his expression one of mild surprise and something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “Not going to lie, I didn’t expect that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, you’ve always been so invested in school and school only.” He shrugged before continuing, “When did you meet him? Where is he from?”

“Firstly, I’m not always ‘so invested in school and school only’. Let’s make that clear,” You retorted, “I met him yesterday at the bleachers before class so he’s from our school.”

“Interesting. What’s his name? Maybe I know him.”

“Jacob. Jacob Bae.”

“Wow, you even know his last name?”

“That’s what he keyed into my phone, dumbass. I’m not a stalker.” You rolled your eyes, showing him the contact information which he squinted at.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this yesterday?” He asked, frowning.

“We didn’t have a chance to talk. You had extra classes, Belle wasn’t in school and Simmi had some debate club meeting.” You replied nonchalantly, slipping the money back into the register.

“Still.”

“Alright fine, stop acting like such a dad.” You laughed, patting him on the back and his eyes darkened for a second before he reverted back to his previous carefree state.

“By the way, didn’t Bec say we’re expecting someone new today?” Kevin asked as he disappeared into the back of the house. You nodded, rearranging and organising the condiment bottles by the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, we are. They should be here any time soon.”

“Sorry, I’m new here. This is my first day on the job, do you work here?” A voice asked as you kept your head down, focused on the task at hand. That must be the new guy, you thought.

“Ah yeah, I do! You must be-” The smile on your face fell sharply as you saw who was in front of you.

The guy in front of you stared back, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and surprise in his expression as his mouth hung open. He was tall and had a lean figure with a handsome face that you would have recognised anywhere or rather anyone from school would have recognised, not just you.

He was the school football team’s quarterback and also the one who had broken your heart way back in first grade - Lee Juyeon.

“You… Y/n…”

“He’s here?” Kevin called from the kitchen, jogging out from the kitchen with a bright smile, ready to greet the new arrival only to skid to an abrupt stop as he saw who it was. His reaction practically mirrored yours and quickly, the smile disappeared as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with barely concealed irritation.

“What are you doing here?” He asked Juyeon, who looked extremely ill at ease.

“I-”

“Ah, yes! You’re here! Juyeon, is that right? I see you’ve met my other two servers?” Bec, the restaurant manager interrupted as she walked forward, blissfully unaware of what she had just walked in on and shook his hand. There was still a startled, ‘deer caught in headlights’ look on Juyeon’s face as he shook her hand weakly, unable to get a word out.

“Y-yeah…”

“Excellent! Come with me, let’s get you settled here. You all will have a lot of time to socialise later, don’t worry.” She winked and you exchanged a look with Kevin that very clearly indicated that none of you wanted to have anything to do with Juyeon. The quarterback casted the both of you a nervous glance which neither of you returned before he followed Bec into the employees’ room. There was no time for any conversation as the two of them disappeared through the doors and immediately, you and Kevin erupted.

“Why the fuck is he here-”

“Of all people-”

You drew in a deep breath as you rubbed your hands over your face. “Ugh, why is this happening?”

Kevin placed a hand on your shoulder gently, concerned. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sighed. How ironic to have finally run into Juyeon in a place you’d never expect to run into him ever. You could still recall that very day…

Shaking your head, you shook the thought out of your head. No, you can’t. It’s best to keep these memories buried.

“I don’t get it. I’ve been trying all these years to avoid him and now I meet him here?!”

“Yeah, I know. I totally get it…” Kevin coaxed, his voice soothing and reassuring. You looked up at him and instantly, you knew that the both of you still remembered very clearly what had happened that day despite your best efforts to forget that embarrassing moment.

You had given him your handmade card that first grader you had stayed up to craft and instead of even giving you a proper answer, he had chosen to run away in front of everyone else. When you tried to talk to him, all he did was shy away and refuse to even utter a single word to you which would always hurt extra bad whenever you saw him getting along with everyone else in elementary school. In a way, his reactions had a domino effect such that other kids who were also his friends began to catch on to what he was doing and started to follow suit. The only friend you had with you then was just Kevin. Eventually when everyone in the same grade progressed onto middle school and subsequently high school, you tried everything in your power to avoid Juyeon at all costs.

You would never join any clubs he was in, you would not sit in the same area as he did when it came to lunchtime and you would not sign up for the same classes in the same time slot as he did. When you said ‘everything in your power’, you quite literally meant ‘everything in your power’.

Till today, the memory of it still haunts you one way or another. On one hand, it wasn’t really a particularly traumatising experience but on another, it totally was. What he did totally trashed your confidence and it even made you swear off crushes until well, maybe recently… But none of that mattered. Here he was in the flesh, at your workplace of all places and you are now expected to work with him? How bad can your luck get?

As lunch service began and the crowd began to stream in, you tried your hardest to avoid him as well, moving away whenever he came close. Kevin, knowing what your agenda was, made every effort to minimise any interactions between the two of you which you were also extremely grateful for. This was what best friends were for, and perhaps your luck wasn’t so terrible after all because Bec had him attached to Emma for most of the time thereby further minimising any form of potential contact or communication.

For the rest of service whenever you had to pass by Juyeon, you never once lifted your gaze to look him in the eye or face to face. You could feel his eyes on you and it practically took everything in your power to not look back or do anything that could possibly give him a signal that you were open to a conversation or any form of interaction. Whenever he walked into the kitchen, you would leave and when he came near, you would retreat. It was like avoiding the plague. It didn’t matter to you how hectic lunch service was when your heart and mind was so preoccupied with Juyeon’s presence in the same confined place.

Why had he come? Why here of all places? Why this job?

There were so many questions that floated around in your mind and before you knew it, the shift had ended. Before Bec could even dismiss you, you bolted and made a run for the employees’ room and as you made your escape, you could see Juyeon looking at you from the corner of your eye. Once you were in the safety of the employees’ room, you breathed a huge sigh of relief and realised the tension in your shoulders dissipated as well as you did.

What a service. Was it because Juyeon was there that you barely felt like any time passed at all? You must have been so caught up and self conscious with him around that it didn’t even feel like an entire afternoon had just passed.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the cold metal of the locker door. As much as you hated to admit it, he was still so deeply attractive to you even after all these years. It wasn’t like you hated him but you definitely did try to. After all, it would have been so much easier to avoid someone you truly hated.

Whipping out your phone, you immediately perked up as you scrolled through the notifications.

[ (1) notification from Jacob Bae ]

hey y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to hang out later for dinner? at bloom mall?

The message was sent more than an hour ago and you could have kicked yourself for missing it. What if he no longer wanted to hang out? Was it still too late to reply?

You could help but smile to yourself as you recalled the moment the both of you had shared yesterday. Though brief, you really did feel a connection. Everything about him was so sweet, innocent and angel-like. All in all, he was your ideal type unlike a certain someone…

A knock on the door almost made you drop your phone and your heart was in your mouth as the knob turned.

“Y/n? You still here?” Emma’s voice could be heard and you felt your heart relax.

“Yeah, I am!” You answered, walking towards her. “What’s up?”

“Can I ask you for a favour? Pretty please?”

“What is it?”

“Could you please help me coach that new guy on how to refill and operate the sanitising machines? I would have done it but I really have to rush to meet my boyfriend for our anniversary dinner and I might be late!” She pleaded, clasping both hands in front of you in a begging motion.

Instantly, your heart dropped and frantically, you tried to deflect her request.

“Can’t you just ask Kevin?”

“Bec has him clocking in for an additional hour because supposedly, Dana would be coming in late due to traffic. If you’re worried that it would be awkward, it’s not! Kevin will be there, I know how close you guys are and that Juyeon guy is actually super easy going and I think you two would get along really well!” She said with so much vindication that you wanted to laugh but covered it up quickly with a cough.

“Would you please do me this favour?” Emma  asked once more. “I mean… Don’t feel pressured! I understand that you might have plans so if you can’t, don’t feel worried. If you do though, I will literally buy you breakfast, lunch or dinner… Your choice!”

You looked at her with a defeated expression on your face. Do you tell her no and go on your dinner date with the new guy in town, Jacob whom you have a budding crush on? Or do you agree to help coach Juyeon as a favour to Emma and stay behind for an additional hour with Juyeon and Kevin in the diner, thereby forgoing your date?

What will you do?

➳ Say no

➳ Agree to help

[bellero]

The Parker Twins (prologue).

Summary- This is just a re-imagined version of Homecoming but Peter has a twin sister.

Warnings- swearing and mentions of bullying.

NOTE- I’ve decided to make a series masterlist so I’m gonna be using that instead of my forever tags, I’ve already tagged  people who I hope will be interested but drop me an ask if you wanna be added!

The Parker Twins Masterlist

 You let out an annoyed grunt as Peter continued to ignore you. He walked into the apartment, you hastily followed him as you slammed the door shut behind you, waving hello to your aunt you marched over to Peter and snatched his ear phones out of his ears “Peter, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” you saw him roll his eyes as he continued to hunt through the refrigerator “that depends, do you actually mean it?” he asked turning to you. 

You were both completely oblivious to your aunt and the man who were sat on the sofa staring at you both, May shook her head slightly and reassured him that this was a regular occurrence, that you two always fought over something minuscule and stupid.

You scoffed, “of course not! Flash has always been a dick to you so I bit back, what’s so bad about that?” you asked, he let out a sighed, he went to speak but you interrupted him “I mean, you’ve gotta admit seeing him squirm like that was extremely fulfilling” you snorted, he turned to look at you with an apple in his hand. Letting out a grin he shook his head and closed the refrigerator “it did feel good to see him run out of the school like that” you both laughed, you snatched the apple out of his hand, he went to protest but you had already bitten into it. 

You had already turned around and inhaled sharply causing you to choke on the partially eaten apple, Peter started hitting you between the shoulder blades causing you to shove him, he laughed but quickly stopped when he saw Tony Stark sat on his couch. Your eyes were fixated on the billionaire as you started to slap your brother, “dude, are you seeing what I’m seeing or am I going crazy?” you whispered “duh, now stop hitting me!” he grumbled causing you to smirk.

Tony smiled at the two of you .

Peter stuffed his headphones in his pocket and nervously crossed his arms “what are… What are you - What are you - What are you doing here?” he asked with a small but confused smile on his face, you rolled your eyes at your brother. “It's about time we met. You've been getting my e-mails, right?” Tony asked him, you looked between them with narrowed eyes. “You didn't tell me about the grant.” May smiled at the boy who looked even more confused, Tony decided to jump in and save his embarrassment “the September Foundation. Remember when you applied?” he asked, Peter nodded his head, “I approved, so now we're in business.” Tony said whilst he clapped his hands together causing you to jump at the sudden noise, you glared when you saw him try not to laugh at you.

May narrowed her eyes slightly “you didn't tell me anything. What's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?” she asked, Peter quickly turned to her and shook his head “I just, I just… I just know how much you love surprises, so I thought I would let you know…Anyway, what did I apply for?” Peter asked Tony, you let out a sigh as you walked around and sat in between your aunt and Tony who sent you a weird look, you just smiled back and turned your notebook that you were currently writing an essay in. Tony shook his head at you and turned back to your brother “that's what I'm here to hash out”, Peter nodded his head, “It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt.” Tony said gesturing to your aunt. You turned to him with a look of disgust on your face, he raised a brow you just shook your head, “this walnut date loaf is exceptional” he said, you flipped a few pages forward and started writing something whilst May questioned Peter about school.

‘You are exceptionally awful at flirting’ 

You turned it towards Tony who craned his neck to read what you had written, you saw him scrunch his face up. He quickly snatched the pen and notebook out of your hand and wrote something else before tossing them back onto your lap before turning back to continue his conversation with Peter.

‘That’s rich coming from a twelve year old’

Letting out a snort of amusement you closed your notebook and put it back in your bag before looking at Tony and Peter as they walked towards his room, you stood up “I’ve got a lot of homework so I’m gonna go do that... homework” you muttered before speed walking to your room which was located next to your brothers.

You threw your bag on your bed as you pushed your window open, you climbed onto the fire escape, crawled towards your brothers window and pushed it up causing Tony to jump, you smirked as you stood next to him, patted his shoulder and sat on Peter’s bed. Tony pointed towards you, “does she need to be here?” he asked your older brother who smirked and shook his head, you glared at the older man “yes, I have to be here. Also, I have a name... you dumbass” you muttered under your breath, Tony glared and you glared back. “I know your name. You’re y/n Parker, you are two minutes younger than him,” he pointed to your brother, “you attend the same school and I also happen to know that you hack into SHIELD, NASA and Stark Industries in your spare time” your eyes widened, you leant back against the wall and crossed your arms “nobody like a stalker” you grumbled.

“Anyway I have a quick question of the rhetorical variety.” He pulled out his phone which projected a video of Peter in his Spiderman outfit causing you and your brother to glance at each other, “that's you, right?” he asked whilst his eyes flicked between your brother and the video. Peter scoffed and shook his head “um, no. What do you. What do you mean?” He asked, his voice raised in pitch which was a clear indicator that he was lying, Tony pointed at the video, “look at you go” the video then showed Peter jumping in front of a bus to stop it from crashing, “wow! Nice catch. 3,000 pounds, 40 miles an hour. That's not easy. You got mad skills” Tony complimented whilst he put his phone away, Peter shook his head “that's all- that's all on YouTube, though, right? I mean, that's where you found that? Because you know that's all fake. It's all done on the computer” you held in a laugh as you watched your brother try to wiggle his way out, Tony just hummed in agreement and walked over to where your brother was once stood, which also happened to be right underneath a hatch which hid his suit “yeah yeah yeah… Oh you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?” he asked, you waved and caught his attention, he looked to where you were pointing and sent you a wink. 

“Oh, what have we here?” he asked sarcastically as he made the suit fall from the ceiling, Peter quickly jumped up and threw it in his closet causing you to laugh, your brother glared at you as he tried to come up with an excuse. “So. You're the… Spider… ling. Crime-fighting Spider… You're Spider-Boy?” He guessed the name causing you to shake your head with a smile on your face, “it’s Spiderman” Peter glared as he walked over to the other side of his room. Tony sat in a chair that was located next to the closet, “who else knows? Anybody?” He asked Peter, you raised your hand with a grin which caused Peter to smile slightly and Tony to roll his eyes, “who do you think came up with the name?” you asked him with a shrug. Tony let out a snort and leant forward as if to intimidate you but you just did the same, “you came up with ‘Spider-man’?” he asked putting air quotes around it, “yeah, well Spiderling, Crime-Fighting Spider and Spider-boy doesn’t really strike fear into the hearts of his enemies” you sarcastically replied, Tony narrowed his eyes at you before chuckling, “so nobody else knows? Not even your unusually attractive aunt?” he asked causing you and Peter to grimace, “do you really have to call her hot?” you asked with a groan, Tony rose a brow in confusion, he leant back in the chair “I didn’t say hot” he said causing you to roll your eyes, “yeah, but everybody knows that ‘attractive’ really means hot... like, I call Thor ‘attractive’ all the time but what I really mean is that he is the hottest thing to ever grace our Earth” you replied leaning back against the wall with a grin on your face, “also no, our Aunt May doesn’t know. If she knew, she’d freak out and when she freaks out, we freak out” you gestured between you and your brother.

Tony nodded his head, Peter was now stood by the door and Tony was back by the desk, he picked up something and showed it to Peter “you know what I think is really cool? This webbing. That tensile strength is off the charts. Who manufactured that?” he asked.

“I did” Peter replied.

“Climbing the walls, how you doing that? Cohesive gloves.” Tony guessed whilst picking up your brothers goggled, he held them up to his eyes and pulled a weird face making you giggle, “lordy! Can you even see in these?” he asked, Peter snatched them out of his hand “yes. Yes, I can! I can see in those. Okay? It's just that… when whatever happened, happened… it's like my senses have been dialled to 11. There's way too much input, so… they just kinda help me focus” he explained placing them back on his desk.

Tony let out a sigh and stood up, leaning against the wall. “You're in dire need of an upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom. 100-point restoration. That's why I'm here”  Peter sat on the bed and looked at Tony. “Why you doing this? I gotta know. What's your MO? What gets you outta that twin bed in the morning?” He asked, you sat up and crossed your legs, “because… l've been me my whole life, and l've had these powers for 6 months, I read books, I build computers… And-And yeah. I would love to play football. But I couldn't then so I shouldn't now.” you shuffled towards your brother and leant your head on his shoulder, it was little things like this that showed you were there for each other. Whether it was a shoulder squeeze, a hand hold or something as simple as this, it was important that you both knew you could depend on each other.

“Sure, because you're different” Tony responded to Peter’s previous statement, “exactly. But I can't tell anybody that, so I'm not. When you can do the things that I can, but you don't…and then the bad things happen… they happen because of you” he explained with a sigh. “So you wanna look out for the little guy. You wanna do your part? Make the world a better place, right?” he asked, Peter nodded his head “yeah. Yeah just looking out for the little guy. That's-That's what it is”.

Tony hummed as he stood, he walked over to Peter whose leg was stretched out on the bed, Tony looked down at it “I'm gonna sit here, so you move the leg. You got a passport?” he asked after he sat down, Peter shook his head “uh, no. I don't even have a driver's license” you smiled slightly at what he said, you closed your eyes as you continued to listen in on the conversation.

“You ever been to Germany?” Tony asked, you knew Peter had shook his head no, you heard Ton clasp a hand on his shoulder “oh, you'll love it” you shot your head up and opened your eyes. “He can’t go to Germany!” you exclaimed, Tony furrowed his eyebrows at you “why?” he asked, you looked between your brother, playing with your fingers you let out a small sigh, “because... we- we’ve got homework” you muttered. 

Tony pointed towards you “I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that” you rolled your eyes “I'm-I'm being serious! He can't just drop out of school!” Tony’s eyes widened at your small outburst, “relax, Chipmunk. I only need to borrow him for the weekend. Besides, why can’t you do his homework?” he asked, you leant forward and gave him an exasperated look “hmm, I don’t know... maybe because I too have homework... besides the last time we tried that it didn’t work” you grumbled and crossed your arms, “it would’ve worked if you didn’t accidentally put your name on my History essay” Peter said with a smirk on his face, Tony turned to you with amusement in his eyes, you pointed a finger at him, “before you say anything, I finished writing his essay at five in the morning and I was sleep deprived” you grumbled whilst not so subtly hitting Peter. 

Tony stood up “it might be a little dangerous. Better tell Aunt Hottie I'm taking you on a field trip” he muttered walking towards the door, Peter shot up and webbed his hand to the door, “don’t tell Aunt May” he begged, you rolled your eyes “and stop calling her hot, it’s weird!”. Tony looked between the two of you before looking at your brother “alright, Spiderman” they shared a look before Tony gestured towards his hand, “get me out of this” he demanded, you smirked as Peter walked to his desk to get a pair of scissors.

“Nooo, don’t cut him out! let him stay there for a while” you said whilst taking a few photos on your phone, Tony narrowed his eyes at the young girl “watch it, or I’ll tell the US Government about your little hacking hobby” he threatened with a finger pointed at you, you let a smile grow on your face “I dare you” you replied, the man let out a soft smile towards you as Peter cut him loose.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning. There’ll be a car outside in the morning, be ready” he said to Peter, he then turned towards you and pointed at you, “and I hope to never see you again” he said, he then walked out the door smirking to himself when he heard you yell “asshole!”.

Series Tags-

@winchesters-favorite-girl @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @platonic-plots @daughters-and-winsisters @just4muggles @humanexile @family-business-one-shots @rosegoldquintis @sassy-specter 

[littlemisskookie]

Ready or Not: Epilogue

Ready Or Not: Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Epilogue Characters Ship: Taehyung | Reader Description: BattleRoyale!AU | A class’s field trip turns out to be a battle to the death. Warnings: Death Word Count: 1,956 A/N: Character list to be out soon.

Jisu clung to the bags, holding them tight against her chest as she ran past the row of soldiers and outside of the building. Her heart stopped the minute that her name was called. Both Yeseul and Dongwoo were called before her. Dongwoo she was confident in. He at least could manage to get serious when certain matters were at hand. This was one of them. Yeseul, however, she knew wouldn't make it. Yeseul had a weak heart, both figuratively and literally.

Instead of running straight into the woods, she clung to the sides of the building, running along the walls. Logically, most of the other kids would get into the woods. Not many would think of going around the other side. Besides, it might buy her some time to see what she was working with in her bag.

Once she felt as though she were in a decent place far enough from her competition, she swung the bags down, rolling back her aching shoulders as she dropped to her knees. Unzipping it, she shuffled through the supplies of food and water, finally coming to what she assumed would be her weapon. A taser.

One good zap to someone with a heart condition and it might do. However, as a weapon, it would be what her peers called 'lame'. She wondered which ones got the good stuff.

"Jisu? Jisu!"

Jisu turned around, eyes wide as she pointed the taser in the direction of the voice. Dongwoo soon emerged, a relieved smile on his face.

Jisu stared at him blankly. "How'd you know I'd be here?"

"Knowing you, you'd think rationally and logically, and want to be away from as many people as possible. I've known you for years, Jisu. There's no way in hell you'd run into the woods with our newly formed maniacs," Dongwoo grinned.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?" Jisu asked quietly, the blood draining from her face even as she said it.

Dongwoo's eyes widened. "What? No!"

She sighed in relief. "Good."

"Did you see what they did with Y/N? How does she know them?" Dongwoo asked, sitting down.

"No clue. I mean, trust me, I knew she was off- not from just her one blue eye since no one can control that. I mean everyone knew she was different- I just don't think anyone knew how different," Jisu confesses.

"You said it," Dongwoo sighed. A look of sadness crosses his face. "I ran into Jiwoo at the entrance. He had a crossbow and was shooting down a lot of the people who entered. Let me pass because we're friends. I guess he ran out of arrows or ran away or died- no clue- by the time you came out. But he told me that Yeseul... He let her go, you know because no one would hurt Yeseul- but she died from a heart attack before she really even got to start. I don't know if it's true but... I think it is."

Jisu froze, her body stiff. "Oh... Oh God," she said. She felt something rise up in her throat, a bitter taste that she hadn't tasted in quite a while. Bile. She gets on all fours as she coughs it up, vomiting on the patch of grass in front of her. Dongwoo grimaced but rubbed her back, trying to comfort her as she let it all out. It wasn't until her arms stopped trembling and stomach lurching that she sat back down again.

"All done?" Dongwoo asked, recoiling his touch from her.

She wiped the leftover spit and puke from her chin with the back of her hand. "Yeah, I am- I-I've just been holding that back since we woke up."

"I know what you mean," he confessed, frowning.

"I don't know how you're so calm. I'm shaking," she said.

"I guess I'm still in disbelief or shock. It hasn't entered my system yet. I don't want it to, quite honestly," he guessed.

"Lucky you. Yeseul is dead and we probably are too," Jisu said pessimistically.

"Hey, don't say that! Look, I'm sure we'll find a way. I'm positive of it! You've got a- what is this?"

"A taser, dumbass," Jisu rolled her eyes.

"There's Jisu," Dongwoo grinned. "But yeah, that would be able to work I'm sure. If you could sneak up behind the person and get a good jab at their neck."

"I don't want to think about that," she grimaced. "What do you have anyway?"

"Dunno, haven't checked. I've been looking for you." As he says it, he turns over to his bag, unzipping it and looking through. An elated smile spreads across his face as he picks up a gun. "Sweet! Now, this is useful?"

Jisu wasn't so keen. "I dunno... Dongwoo, you realize you'd have to use that to kill one of our classmates, right?"

His smile drops immediately. "I... yeah. I know. But there's nothing we can do though. It's either kill or be killed. And I don't want to be killed."

Jisu was silent.

"C'mon, Jisu. You don't want to be killed, do you?" Dongwoo asked. "I've gotta hear you say it so that I know you're with me on this."

"I don't want to be killed," Jisu parroted.

"That's my girl."

Jisu locked eyes with him, her face solemn. "But I'm not too keen on killing, either."

"I know. Neither am I. But we don't have a choice," Dongwoo reasons. "Think of Yeseul. She wouldn't want us to die, would she?"

"You're forgetting there can be only one survivor," she reminds him.

"I know that. Look, if we're alive by the last ten or five, we split so that we don't have to kill each other."

"That's morbid," Jisu cringed. "And if we're the last two?"

Dongwoo looked her in the eye, unsure of what to say. "Let's just hope that doesn't happen."

Jisu pressed her lips together, knowing it'd be a good idea not to press on the matter further. Eventually, the two of them hauled their bags over their shoulders, trudging along to find a suitable place to keep shelter.

A muffled scream awoke Jisu during the night. She rolled over on the grass, shooting up to see a shadowy figure over Dongwoo, a katana sticking out of him. The intruder yanked the blade out, taking a few steps back.

Before they can attack, however, Jisu grabs for the gun she had stashed under the bag, cocking it and pointing it at the intruder. "Who are you? Say it or I'll shoot?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Your voice was clear as crystal, and it was calm.

Jisu's blood drained from her face. "Y/N... How could you?"

"It's part of Battle Royale. How could I not?" you said simply.

Jisu stumbled to her feet, squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness. God, she should've known Dongwoo would fall asleep on his shift. "You did this before, haven't you?"

"What makes you think that?" Jisu could hear the smile in your voice.

"You're too calm about the situation. Like you've done it before. Not to mention how Ki said he was rooting for you, and how friendly you seemed with one of the soldiers."

"My my my, I've got a stalker it seems."

"So it's true?"

"I guess," you shrugged your shoulders.

"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you have left? Why would you play this game again?" Jisu asked, hands shaking.

"You act as though it's my choice," you said. "They forced me into it. If I win this one, I'll be free. People of your type never really win- they may survive, but they break eventually. No one really gets to go home."

"What?" Jisu's face paled. "But they said they'd let us go! We'd be free!"

"You think a government that has kids kill each other would have a problem with lying?" You laugh at that last part. "And from what I was told, you were supposed to be smart."

"I am smart!" Jisu defended, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Then why don't you notice the blade that's about to gut you?" Jisu looked down quickly, noticing your katana a mere inch from her belly. She had been so focused on keeping her gun aimed at you that she didn't even notice.

You were quick to swipe at her, kicking the gun out of her hand as you lunged forward. The blade pierced through the skin, weaving between flesh and organs to settle in her abdomen. Jisu stilled, and soon she could taste the blood as it rushed from the back of her throat to her parted lips.

You yanked the blade from her, watching as she fell to her knees before you. It was almost as though she were bowing to a ruler, begging for forgiveness. Or more accurately, someone praying at an altar. Whatever it was, it surely felt as though it were cementing you as her superior.

You raised your foot, pressing the sole of your shoe against the top of her head and quickly kicking it down, letting her face plant into the dirt as you kept her in place, your foot firm at the back of her head.

"You know... That boy had feelings for you. I noticed. He wouldn't have killed you," you said quietly. "I don't know if you liked him back... But I suspect you did deep down. You looked at him the same way I used to look at someone. The same way he looked at me."

You trail the tip of the blade along her back, settling between her shoulder blades. "But I suppose all things must come to an end."

Those were the last words Jisu heard before you plunged it once again through her body, and soon she finally died out.

You huffed, sighing to yourself as you sat down, wiping the sweat off your forehead. You had... what, ten more to go? They gave you an assignment, and these two weren't your first kills of the day. Too bad that the kids in this class were much quicker to dying than yours were. Whatever, you were sure you'd manage.

You rummaged through their bags, looking to see if they had anything worthwhile. Soon enough, you pulled out a small taser.

Your thoughts were instantly drawn to him, and you stare at it, wondering if it were the same thing. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, prickling at the corners of your eyes as they turned glassy. You press it to your lips, offering a chaste peck to the metal.

There wasn't a day that you didn't think about Taehyung. You were convinced thoroughly that he was the only man who could ever truly love you. He knew exactly what you were and accepted it.

And now you'd never get that again.

You hear footsteps in the distance, and wipe away the tears you didn't even know were running down your face. Taking a deep breath and standing up, you ready yourself for your next kill.

Now wasn't the time for crying over the events from a year ago. You needed to get over what had happened and move on- otherwise, you'd be mentally stuck on this island for all of eternity. Even you knew that. This time there wasn't so much of a rush to get anyone home other than yourself. You would only hope the easy kills weren't all taken up so that you'd finally reach your end goal that Ki and the rest had set out for you. Then you'd finally go home- and by God, if they held you back again, they'd be the next on your list.

You had suffered so many heartaches and alterations mentally that you were just a shell of what could've been. But did that matter? No. In fact, if anything it was closer to being an advantage. At least in this game. You had to remember despite all of that, however, you had only become stronger. When it came down to it, you'd still live.

And the only way to truly live is to move on.

[feminariden]

Curse of Chucky is a film that exist uhhh

Ok, generally i find something good to say for every movie, and this is no exception, but i admit i would have dropped this one if it wasn't part of this saga.

Let's start by saying this more feels much more like a typical horror movie than the others, we have a bunch of people trapped in a old-style creepy big mansion with a monster trying to murder them one to one except for the Final Girl, while i can't say this "style" is bad (it has his perks), Child's Play was an "open world" kind of story that averted these tropes.

Probably my least favorite thing in the whole movie is the fucking LIGHTING, every scene that wasn't the prologue, flashbacks and ending is WAY TOO DARK, i get they were trying to make the film edgy but it was too much, there is no excuse for making most frames that black, i won't accept any "the illumination was broken" bullshit excuse.

Child's Play 1 was a bright movie, did the light made it less thrilling? No, same here, a scene i really liked was when Nica was blocked in the elevator and it was so dark we can only see her silhouette, image how cooler the scene would have been if she wasn't in the darkness all the time.

Now, like i said before "a bunch of people in a cursed house" story has its perks, the characters are easier to write and rate.

My ranking, who i liked:

Nica: she was a strong character, i a admired how proactive she was despite the adversities and ableism, i related to her struggles if wanting to be indipendent while still living with her mom, she was the only smart one and one of the few character to win against Chucky as she survived (despite being unable to use her legs!) And she managed to taunt him with his own failures, kinda sad she still didn't her happy ending

Sarah: one of the most interesting characters and she dies in the prologue :P, i really want to know why CLR wanted her so much (btw i loved when in the flashback CLR asked her if she liked the yellow flowers and then it shows he already bought dozens of them lmao)

Chucky: he is back! From the character degeneration of the Bride/Seed it's nice to see he is a menace again, i might prefer him here than C'SP 3, he was scarier and smarter, the new addiction to his backstory were cool (when he run in the toy store and the only colored thing is the signboard? THAT was a good shot), the complex revenge plot was kinda like killing Eddy in C'SP 1, cool

The doll used seems a chinese knockoff but this is just a nitpick (i think the doll design peaked in C'SP 1)

Tiffany: she was here for five minutes but i still liked her, many good nods to Bride and Seed

Alice: she was more of a plot device than a character, still liked how she was written.

She seems to be Andy 2.0, both are naive children that love Chucky from the moment they saw it; she even repeats his own quotes (i liked to be hug/i liked hugging you too) but then it gets revealed that unlike him she is sadder, way less smart (in one of her first scenes she locks herself in the bathroom), her naivety is so high it's off charts and trusts Chucky to an insane degree (she is more similar to Tyler, no real kid is that dangerously stupid) while Andy has Karen, Alice's mom is cold, unpleasant and selfish, even with her own daughter, like when she leaves Alice alone in her bedroom despite her being VISIBLY very scared, they just came back from a funeral and there is a thunderstorm outside, poor child.

Another thing i liked is she remains hidden for most of the movie, it helps to create the little mistery of "where the hell is Alice? Is she fine?" For both the characters and audience, just to keep them on their toes a little more (i still can't image WHY she remained hidden for so long without hearing her family getting murdered, but after Jess and Jade i don't really have high standards)

She is pretty much Tyler if Andy wasn't in the military school

ANDY: Alex Vincent (bless him) himself bring the best scene in the movie and shows he is still the most preparated guy against Chucky, to be fair, when some stranger sends you a package of the same size of a Good Guy doll box the day of your BIRTHDAY, it's pretty easy to think it could be' a certain stalker doll, but shooting it to prevent another similar tragedy was a great way to end the movie.

Hated characters:

Father Frank: useless and without any personality, he just exist for being the first death and causing some incidents, you might think the story with the cop that he knew will land somewhere but it just ends with the cops arriving to the house, i don't really get the point of this guy

Jill: fuck her, terrible babysitter, not only she let the child she was supposed to TAKE CARE to sleep completely alone in a scary night, she also stripped down in her room like a camgirls. What if Alice suddently wake up?

She was also bad person that was in relationship with a married mother whose child trusts and likes Jill, how can you toy with a child's family like that?

Her death was kinda "nice" and original, i still don't get why the power socket was on the floor (that's pure r/crappydesign material), either way a funny scene with her was when Nica screams her and Ian's names, and we get a shot of Jill still frying on the floor and then a shot of Ian sleeping pacefully, i wish we had more of that humor

Ian: initially i liked how he accused Barb of cheating him with Jill without acting like an homophobe or mysoginistic prick; but then we get to scenes like he refusing to give Nica her meds and strapping her down so she can't move like a massive son of bitch, you would say "he thought she was a killer" ok fair, but it still doesn't explain why he didn't call the fucking police, or when he examins Chucky's videotape, even when evidence said Nica is innocent and that Chucky was coming he still did nothing to free her or protect himself

Dumb and bastard as hell, fuck him

Barb: what an toxic person, i didn't find a single reediming quality about her, both as person and character (same for Jill and Ian)

She is a terrible mother that leaves her scared daughter alone, a terrible wife that cheats on her husband and a really terrible sister that treats Nica (she has paraplegia and anxiety and Barb clearly never supported or helped her) like she is a nuisance when she doesn't want to sell her own house because Barb is poor and stuck up.

And the cherry on top is when she finds the knife in Chucky's clothes and then she leaves it! What a dumbass! Also how the hell they didn't noticed her eye is blue when it falls down the stair??

Overral, it wasn't the worst, but expected better from this franchais: 5/10

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28. worst review you ever got 

okay so this is from this fic, and i would like to point out that i got a fuckton of weird comments on that fic but this is one of the weirdest (and longest) (and tbh it’s not even dragging me, but it’s dragging tf outta stiles)

putting it under a read more because it is /long/

I kinda of want stiles to fucking die painfully. Theo is a disgusting rapist murder psychopath duchebag who deserves a bullet through the head and, okay, I also have a side of stiles belongs in Derek's bed only. Stupid fucker. Sleeping with the enemy and on the third fucking date. I've really only been skimming the theo parts bc he makes me want to vomit. He's a slimy scumbag, and even I could tell stiles he's up to no good. But nope, the dumbass sleeps with him. The dumbass has Derek right in front of him, literally dangled by theo, and he's like "no let me go sleep with my boyfriend of three dates because there's no way in hell him going to Boston is suspicious or the way he dangled my boo thang in front of me or the way he's pushing boyfriend after three measly lousy fucking dates" and I don't actually know if he's pumping stiles for information bc I refuse to read his shit.

Jesus Christ. A PROFILER is telling Stiles no. And his stupid ass friend Scott is like "ya man, he's jealous har har I'm a derp" I loved the prologue and I thought the slow burn was going to kill me but now this asshole is in the picture, and I will admit I have a problem with someone I ship sleeping with someone else, and sometimes my mind can make exceptions and be able to deal, but not this one. He's literally giving his body away to the enemy. EW. Theos fucking disgusting. The fact that he trusts anyone, fuck no. I'd be like "oh I work for the FBI and I have a stalker, now a stranger runs into me on the street and in five seconds gives me his number. UH, LETS NOT." I hope Stiles dies a horrible painful death BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING DUMBASS. Jesus Christ, not only does he have a stalker which he DIDNT FUCKING TELL ANYONE ABOUT FOR WEEKS, but they ESCALATED and Theo just HAPPENS in on his life? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID STILES. Not only that but he HAS A STALKER and Dereks telling him DUDE NO M GETTING BAD VIBES and that whole "you're just jealous" shit was TOTALLY set up by Theo (remmeber, dangling in front of Stiles?) like, Stiles was like "naw man Dereks not like that" even to Theo and when Derek tries to warn the guy he's suddenly like "yes let me trust the guy I've known for three dates over a guy whose life has been in each others hands for more than three years" and idk if a little bit of it is your writing moving too fast, because he just said no about that to theo and then quickly turned his tune around and it didnt take much. and if he still doesn't think Derek likes him after he called Derek out for being jealous than idk why he accused him of that. Jesus he slept with the guy after three dates AND is putting all his trust in him. Congrats, theo, if your aim is to put a wedge in the team via stiles and Derek, you're doing it.

likes, he's so fucking stupid. He has a stalker, he doesn't tell anyone, not even the guy who constantly worries and voices concern, whores his body out (okay it's not his fault he doesn't know he's a bad guy but it is his fault he's not listening to Dereks warning) after three dates, and TRUSTS the guy. What the fuck does stiles even know aout him? About theos job or why he suddenly went to Boston? Someone needs to sit down and explain to Stiles not to trust a guy who RANDOMLY bumps into you AFTER STALKING ESCALATES but, oh wait NO ONE EVEN KNOWS. He's a fucking DUMBASS. He works for the FBI, he should be SMARTER than that.

That's textbook how you become a victim.

Also, honorable mention, from the same fic: 

“I stopped reading when you used Cody Christian as an alias for Theo. You couldn't be bothered to find any other name, really?”

(they go on to explain in another (fairly long) comment that ‘how would you feel if you read your real name in a fic?’ or something like that. and i mean, that’s fair... cody being connected to theo must be terrible for him :/ it’s not like he actually plays the character or anything)

[holylulusworld]

Dumbass stalker (1) - Every step you take

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, obsession, possessive/delusional reader, mentions of violence/sex

A/N: Please consider this reader is obsessed with SB. Her behavior is concerning.

Dumbass stalker masterlist

DS - Prologue

It’s art.

Some might call it stalking. You call it mastering an art.

Since the day Vought announced that Soldier Boy is still alive, you are only living for him. Your world revolves around him.

Most of the fangirls scream and annoy their dream man. You mastered the art of following your man. He never sees you or gets annoyed with you.

While the others earn eye rolls and harsh words – you are allowed to admire Soldier Boy from afar.  Of course, you are allowed to watch him. He’s your man after all.

Your man only needs a little more time to realize that you are the woman for him, not the bimbos he bangs to release some tension.

One day and that’s for sure, he will see you, and his eyes will shine, and his heart will beat only for you.

First things first. You sneak around the corner to get a better look at him. He smirks at some fangirls and makes a crude joke.

While the girls scrunch up their noses, you chuckle. They just don’t get his humor. But you do.

Being locked away for so long, trapped by his enemies changed your man. If only he’d be free of Vought so you can take care of him.

“Soon, my love,” you whisper, and take another picture. “You look so good today. If only we could be alone.” You sigh deeply. “What a pity this is another stupid fan event.”

Snapping a few more pictures you smile. Soldier Boy poses only for you. He flashes a smile for the camera, and throws his head back, laughing loudly.

“Soldier Boy here,” one of the girls calls for him. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She asks. You square your jaw at her question. “What do you like in a girl?”

The spell is broken when he turns away to walk back inside the tower. “Stupid bitches,” you grumble. “You had to ruin it for all of us.”

Another day, another chance. You found him easily among the commoners. Soldier Boy leans against a bar counter. His true identity is hidden by a baseball cap and sunglasses. He tries to pretend to be one of the normal people.

Only you know the truth. Soldier Boy is extraordinary. A perfect specimen. Your one and only.

“Another one,” he barks at the bartender. “Fill me up tonight. I only want to forget.”

Your heart clenches in your chest. He looks so tired, and sad. If only you could take him in your arms and make everything better.

It’s not the time. Not yet.

You need more time to prepare for his arrival at your home. Your home is almost perfect for the two of you. Soldier Boy will feel welcome and comfortable the moment he steps inside your home.

“Hey, I was first,” a man barks at Soldier Boy. “Get in line. I’m the next man she serves. After I had my fill, you can have sloppy seconds.”

You scrunch up your nose at the man’s implication. Most of the men you have met in your life are crude, rude, or perverts. Or, if you get really lucky – everything at once.

While you watch your man from afar, hiding in the shadows, a fight starts. Soldier Boy throws the man across the room. You step out of the shadows to snap a few pictures before you flee the crowded bar.

The end is already written. The hero will take the pretty bartender he saved from a creep home and fuck her brains out.

You’ll return home and dream about being in his arms like most nights. One day, he will take you home, you’re sure about it…

[holylulusworld]

Dumbass stalker masterlist

Summary: You’re the worst stalker ever.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: stalking, kinda dark reader (but she’s an adorable dumbass), possession, obsession, angst, mentions of bullying, plussized reader, crack, canon level violence, language, more to be added

A/N: This is a short-chapter story. It contains of drabbles.

DS - Prologue

DS (1) - Every step you take

DS (2) - Crazy for you

DS (3) - I see you

DS (4) - Turned tables

DS (5) - Crazy together?