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bitches-who-write · 3 years ago

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Can you do headcanons siblings of the gang ? Like, how they act with them and how they treat them and how they let the gang act with them ?

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Patrick With A Little Sister-

Oh boy… Patrick is crazy over protective of his little sister.

Maybe the word should be obsessive and controlling instead~

He watches her every move. He even comes into her room as she sleeps just to occasionally check on her.

Whenever she gets out of Belch’s car heading to school, Patrick keeps a close eye on her again. Mentally noting everyone she talks to.

He makes sure everyone is in line. It doesn’t matter if it’s an adult or a kid. If they do something Patrick doesn’t like, they’re getting fucked up.

Patrick refuses to let guys talk to her. Only Henry, Vic and Belch are allowed to.

When Patrick isn’t around, he puts the other Bower’s Gang members in charge of her. And she knows well enough to listen to them.

He sometimes makes inappropriate comments about her, resulting in a smack off the head by the other guys.

Patrick LOVES to mess with her.

Always holding things over her head so she can’t reach.

Laughs as she tries to jump up and grab it from him.

He’ll lean down and rest his arms on the top of her head since she’s so much smaller than him.

When she doesn’t listen to Patrick, he will literally just pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and laugh as she struggles to get down.

Even though she’s a girl and a few years younger than him, doesn’t mean she’s safe from how rough Patrick gets.

He still wrestles her to the ground and puts her in a damn headlock.

Definitely gets a few bruises from Patrick playfully hitting her. (Patrick doesn't realize his own strength.)

One word… tickled. Patrick is always tickling the shit out of her to tease her.

It’s even worse when the entire Bower’s Gang joins in on torturing her.

Look… this is Patrick. So he still has a mean, sadistic side.

He gets off on fear so he loves to scare her anyway he can.

Whether that is by jumping out at her, or doing something dangerous and reckless like picking her up and dangling her over the cliff edge to the quarry. (she hates heights and doesn’t know how to swim.)

“Uh no! You’re slipping! Better hold on, sweetheart. I know you don’t know how to swim.” He chuckles darkly, smirking down at her as she grips onto his forearm tightly and cries.

Patrick doesn’t hesitate on the low- blows, either. Making comments that he knows will make her cry.

If she threatens to tell their parents on him, Patrick will grab her from behind agressively, making her gasp as he covers her mouth tightly and whisper tauntingly in her ear:

“Now, Now.. Just why would you say that? You know that only gets you in trouble, little one..” He chuckles darkly and tightens his grip in a painful manner.

Patrick With A Little Brother-

…… I think we all know how this ended…. Patrick disliked his little brother, Avery… a lot. You see, Patrick likes being the only male sibling. It’s less competition and less hassle for him. Only Patrick is allowed to make (more like break) the reputation of his family’s name in the small town of Derry, Maine. Bottom line, if Patrick had another little brother, it would result in the same outcome as Avery. Sorry.

Belch With A Little Sister-

Very protective. Does not let her out of his sight for a second.

Hovers over her when they walk in the woods so she doesn’t trip or fall down.

He brings her along when he goes out with the guys sometimes, unless he knows they will be partaking in illegal activities.

Keeps snacks in his car for whenever she rides with him and always makes sure she eats 3 proper meals during the day.

Not only does he have extra snacks but he has a first aid kit, too.

He’s always prepared knowing she’s small, so there’s a good chance she’ll accidentally get hurt hanging around the guys.

And yes, it has happened on more than one occeasion.

He checks on her during school and makes sure no one is messing with her.

After school, Belch makes sure she does her homework but never really helps her with it. Why would he? He doesn’t even do his own assignments.

For the most part, he’s pretty sweet but sometimes the big brother power goes to his head.

He makes her do her chores and his around the house.

If she ever did something wrong, Belch goes right to blackmail.

“I won’t let mom know about that F on your report card… only IF you wash my car everyday the rest of this week.

Henry purposely spills his drink on the hood of the car right after she just got down cleaning it.

“Opps.. looks like you missed a spot. Better get to it, kid.” Henry says mockingly as he ruffles her hair walking by.

Belch always makes sure she’s safe in bed by the end of the night though.

He even kisses the side of her head when the guys aren’t around.

Belch With A Little Brother-

He takes him under his wing.

Loves to talk about cars- the makes and models, horsepower, you name it.

Even though his little brother isn’t old enough to drive yet, that doesn’t stop Belch from giving him driving lessons.

But bet your life he threatens him before taking off. “I swear to fuck though man, if you crash my car, I will end you. Okay, now put it in reverse. Let’s go”

Belch watches sports with him and even plays in the backyard, as well.

Belch acts as if he’s his coach to prepare him for the school’s team.

He also teaches him how to properly lift weights and spots him, too.

Belch told him “the ladies love a man with muscles, so to keep lifting bro.”

Speaking of girls, Belch was the one who gave him ‘the talk’... in very elaborate and explicit detail leaving his brother shocked, disgusted, and intrigued all at once.

Although he does hang out with his brother from time to time, sometimes Belch chooses friends over family and takes off for long periods of time.

Belch for the most part tries to be patient with him, but still gives his brother tough love as a form of preparing him for the real world.

Overall, Belch is a pretty decent big brother.

He means well but sometimes misses the mark.

Henry With A Little Sister-

Their father works long shifts, often resulting in an absence in their home life.

Henry’s dad basically tells him he’s fully in charge of his little sister.

Henry acts pissed off about that like she’s a bother and interrupts his life but deep down, it makes him feel important for once in his life.

Henry is both very strict and protective over her.

He’s also very controlling such as who she’s allowed to talk to or what she’s allowed to wear.

Nothing short or low cut is allowed. She better not even think about talking back, either,

Henry doesn't have much patience for anything and his temper is even worse.

For example- Her short legs means she walks slower than the rest of them.

Henry rolls his eyes and ends up dragging her by her wrist or sometimes just throwing her over his shoulder because he can’t stand waiting for her.

When it comes time for school, Henry makes sure everyone knows she’s a Bowers. If anyone (child or adult) even just so much as looked at her funny, Henry is throwing hands.

Speaking of school, Henry doesn’t help her with any bit of projects or homework. “Don’t fuckin’ ask me! You do it, or don’t, I don't really give a shit.”

When it comes time for dinner, Henry makes simple stuff like peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, mac n’ cheese, or sometimes just fixes a bowl of cereal. But he always makes her clean up the mess / dishes after.

If she talks back, Henry has no problems getting in her face and yelling loudly.

Sometimes when his anger gets the best of him, he’ll smack her across the face.

He stiffens up when he sees the tears form in her eyes. Sometimes he just walks away and doesn’t want to deal with it, and other times he stands there stiffly and gives her an awkward hug.

“Sorry kid. I didn’t mean to hit you. You just pissed me the fuck off.”

Henry would never let anyone ever see this but occasionally he gives her a quick kiss to the side of her cheek when he’s feeling extra guilty.

Similar to Patrick, Henry loves to get on her nerves.

Tripping her as she walks by.

Embarrassing her in front of the other guys just to see her blush.

Smacking her off the head as he walks by- her angry face makes Henry laugh.

Tickling her to make her admit something or as a form of punishment because he knows she hates that.

Barges in her room without knocking first.

Warns her she's never, ever allowed to have a boyfriend. And if she has a crush on either Vic, Belch, or Patrick...she’s dead meat.

Won’t allow her to drink alcohol or smoke. If she sneaks and does it, Henry teaches her a ‘lesson’.

“Find you wanna drink? Then here, take it. But now you have to drink the entire thing.”

He smirks and watches her get sick from the alcohol thinking that actually taught her a lesson and will deter her from it in the future.

Speaking of drinking-

When their dad comes home drunk, Henry is the one to take all his shit just to protect her because deep down he does care about her even though he calls her a “little fucking shit” daily.

Henry With A Little Brother-

In Henry's warped mind, his brother is a guy too, so he doesn’t need to be coddled like his little sister does.

If Henry has to withstand hits and verbal abuse, then his little brother should too. “Why should he get a pass?” Henry scoffs.

Henry gives him a lot of tough love.

He tries to make him ‘stronger’ by saying some really rotten shit to him. “Builds character, get used to it, kid.”

Henry does teach his brother how to fight though. “Put those stupid fuckin’ books down pussy. Books can’t teach you how to be a fucking man, but throwing punches will.”

Henry gave his little brother his own knife for his birthday.

He told him since he’s a Bowers, he's a target so it will come in handy~

Gives his brother “advice” on girls and sex; telling him which girls around town ‘put out’ the most.

One day when his brother asked Henry about a particular girl Henry responded with: “Ooh yeah, (random girl’s name), the only thing good about her is her pussy. Face is busted.”

Overall, Henry isn’t too bad towards his brother but once again, when his temper is raging, no one is safe from him.

Vic With A Little Sister-

Overly cautious and protective of her. He’s basically like a helicopter parent.

When the guys are swearing around her, he covers her ears and tells the guys to cut it out.

“Guys! Language!”

“I’m only a few years younger than you guys, I’m not a child!” she retorts.

Patrick, being classic creepy Patrick circles around her. “Just give it a few more years babe. Based on how your mom looks...” Patrick licks his lips envisioning Vic’s mother until Vic smacks him in the balls making Patrick hunch over in pain.

Vic likes to keep her in sight so right after school, he goes straight to her locker and makes sure she rides home with them, too.

When they get out of the car to bully some kids, Vic tells her to stay put. He doesn’t want her involved in anything.

When walking through the woods to the quarry, He always has a hand around her upper arm for support when climbing down the embankment.

He watches her like a hawk when swimming, so paranoid something will happen. Again, think helicopter parent

While he’s sweet for the most part, there’s times he just loses his temper.

He’ll explode and begin yelling at her, only inches from her face.

Sometimes when she does something really, really out of line, Vic will shove her into Henry and Patrick.

“Here guys, teach this little bitch a lesson for me. And don’t go easy on her.” Vic says walking off to calm down.

A part of him feels a little guilty when he sees her cry but other times he feels it’s justified.

He isn��t overly affectionate with her around the guys, the most he does is put an arm around her shoulder.

Sometimes sneaks behind her and tasers her sides and laughs when she jumps and collapses to the ground.

But when no one is around, he 100% gives the best hugs.

When she’s going to a sleepover at a girl-friend's house, Vic tells her to be safe and mumbles, “love you.”

Back at home before bed, Vic will tease her for being paranoid as she makes her way around the house, triple checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked.

“What? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna getcha?” Vic mocks.

If she’s having a nightmare and calls for Vic, he’ll come and sit on the bedroom floor next to her bed until she falls asleep again.

Vic With A Little Brother-

Vic isn’t as protective over his little brother as he is with their little sister; but he still cares for him.

He just feels that his brother is able to hold his own while his sister needs more protection/ guidance.

He let’s his brother tag along with the guys. They all don’t mind. If anything, they refer to his little brother as Vic number 2.

He genuinely listens to his brother’s interests. Okay.. sometimes he zones out when he drones on and on but he always acts interested.

Vic is pretty book smart so he helps his brother with school work, especially in math.

Tries to make his brother more confident when it comes to talking / picking up girls.

Basically acts as his wing man.

The guys try to give his brother tips on how to pick up girls...Vic usually tells him to ignore everything they say because all that's gonna earn him is a slap in the face.

Tells him not to listen to Henry or Patrick for girl advice.. EVER.

He does teach his brother how to fight though.

Just because Vic is one of the sweeter ones in the gang; that doesn’t change the fact that he’s in a gang to begin with…

When his brother told him he was being picked on, Vic taught him how to fight, but also got involved himself.

Nothing like sending an intimidating message to a few assholes.

When Vic and his brother fight with each other, he doesn’t hold back just because that’s his little brother.

Overall, they get along for the most part and Vic is a pretty decent older brother to his siblings.

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lonelyreputation · 4 years ago

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“Cuts!” (Dad!Shawn)

A/N: Well…After mobile decided to just do away with this whole fic…Here it is! Again!! Woot! Gotta love google docs though! Also! Thank you, thank you THANK YOU for all your kind words with Chameleon! It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so your kind word have made me 🥺

But I figured some fluff is in need after it soooo…Here’s some Dad!Shawn🥳

Summary: Your kid runs on stage in the midst of Shawn performing

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂

Warnings: absolutely none😌

WC: 3.1K // Fluff

You’d never forget the feeling the first time Shawn asked you to watch one of his shows side stage. You were just nineteen, hopelessly enamored with the boy who played guitar, that looked back at you after every song. And to reassure him, you always gave him a thumbs up.

And you’d never forget the day where you first watched a show with his family and friends. You were twenty-one, not knowing how it took you this long to watch a show with his family and friends, but then again, a relationship between an international pop-star and a university student was a bit challenging. You sang with his mom, kept your voice low as you talked with his dad about how proud both of you were of him, and held Aaliyah’s hand as the two of you danced around.

Then later on in your relationship, you eventually invited your friends and family to see Shawn perform. And soon after that, it was both of your families watching Shawn from the side stage. And even after years of watching him, he still looked back at you after every song, and you still gave him a reassuring thumbs up.

And now with being married to Shawn…It was time to take your son––Jake––to his father’s shows and watch from the side stage.

It was a very hot and muggy summer night as Shawn played an amphitheater somewhere in the United States. While you and Shawn wanted to have your kid live a normal life as much as possible, that meant not traveling around with Shawn for the entirety of tour. Jake was five and had his own little world of sports, making friends, and summer camps in Toronto.

You always thought standing side stage was the best view. With the crew members rushing by, Cez off to the side mumbling into his headset, and Andrew typing on his phone while glancing up every once in a while…It made you feel like you were nineteen again.

Caught up in your own nostalgia of when you first dated Shawn, you almost didn’t feel the tug on your shorts.

Looking down, you smiled at your son who was an exact replica of his dad with his straight brown hair––that you knew would curl as he got older––and a smile that you would do anything for.

You bent down to his height and smiled, “Yeah?”

“Hungry!” He shouted at you while pointing to his stomach. With the protective headphones you and Shawn made him wear, he was compensating for not being able to hear his voice loud enough, which made you chuckle.

You nodded your head, placed your hands on your knees before standing up, and reached a hand out for him to take. He gripped his little hand around yours and you felt your heart swell up because how on earth did you and Shawn make an absolute perfect person.

Walking back to the dressing room for the snacks, Jake would either enthusiastically high-five or fist bump every crew member he saw. The smile on his face when they reciprocated his high-five made your heart swell even more. Jake was just like your husband in that sense, always loving the attention he got from people.

Once you made it to Shawn’s dressing room, Jake pointed at his protective headphones, “Mommy! Can I take these off!”

With a soft laugh, you nodded your head as you walked over, taking them off for him. Once his headphones were off, he made a dash to the table in the back.

It warmed your heart to see animal crackers and fruit snacks on the table with juice boxes in the mini-fridge. Whenever Shawn knew you and Jake were coming out to see him on the road, he always added Jake’s favorite snacks to his rider so that they would be in his dressing before they arrived.

The first time Shawn did it melted your heart, and he continued to have Jake’s favorite snacks on demand. Sometimes he would even request some rice krispy treats or chocolate brownies. That would earn him a glare from you, but he always said he wanted to give his son something special when he came and visited his dad.

And then the eye roll you gave your husband would always turn into soft eyes.

“Jake,” You said his name, and he looked up at you with wide eyes, as he stuck his whole hand into his mouth to put one snack in his mouth, “We don’t want to miss the show, come on.”

He nodded his head and grabbed a red box of animal crackers as he scurried over to you, “Is daddy done soon?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll be done in a little bit,” you said as you made sure his protective headphones were snug in place on his head.

“Can I sleep in the tiny bed on daddy’s bus again!” Jake was now back to his yelling, “It’s like a fort!”

Before you left the room, you picked him up so you could walk to the stage faster, and answered his question, raising your voice just a tad so he could hear you, “We might be in a hotel tonight, but you can ask him.”

“Okay!” He yelled in your face.

Once you were back in your designated spot on the side stage, Jake pointed up at Cez’s large headset that he used to communicate with the rest of the crew, “Uncle C has phones just like me!”

Just barely hearing the comment, Cez turned around, offered your son a fist bump and smirked at Andrew, “I think I’m the favorite uncle.”

You didn’t hear the rest of their bickering, as you moved a bit closer to the edge of the back stage, still behind the curtain, wanting to get the best view of your husband. Setting Jake down on the ground, he instantly plopped down as he shouted, “Criss-cross applesauce!” before sitting down in that exact position.

“Mommy!” Jake looked up at you with wide eyes as he yelled up at you.

You bent down, setting the plate you brought from the dressing room on the ground, as you opened up the box animal crackers, “Yes, sweetie?”

“Can daddy have applesauce in the next room?!”

And like when he asked you about sleeping in one of the tour bunks, you said, “If you ask him nicely, maybe he’ll get it.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead as you dumped out the animal crackers on the plate.

A song had just finished, and like every time since you were nineteen, Shawn looked back at you, but the only difference was now he also looked at your son. You threw both of your thumbs up, and when you looked down at your son, he was playing with the giraffe and elephant, making animal noises.

With a shrug and a roll of your eyes, you blew Shawn an overdramatic kiss and he laughed.

Shawn was in the midst of giving an introductory speech to one of his songs when you heard the unmistakable mommy shout from your son.

Like routine; you bent down, hands on your knees, and smiled at your son, “Yeah?”

He took a sip of his juice box, sipping up all the contents until his cheeks were hollow and a slurping sound was made, signaling an empty drink. He set the justice box down and let out an ah, “Is it hard to do what Daddy does?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “You have to be good in front of a lot of people.”

“Like…” Jake looked down and started counting on his hands, eyes growing wide as he shoved all ten of his fingers in your face, “Ten people?!”

You threw your head back in laughter, but then controlled yourself when you saw your son’s eyes wide with worry, “A lot more than ten,” you smiled, “There’s a lot a lot of people out there watching daddy now.”

“A lot…” His voice trailed off, not truly understanding the figurative concept of a lot of people. He was silent as he stared at Shawn, strumming his guitar and singing into the microphone, before looking back at you, “I think I wanna do what daddy does.”

You always thought that you were prepared to answer any one of Jake’s outrageous questions or statements. You’d gotten questions about why tigers had stripes, why was the sky the same color as the pool water, and even the dreaded––where do I come from, mommy––question. Never had you once entertained the idea of Jake wanting to be a performer.

You let out a nervous laugh because there was a lot more to Shawn’s job than just singing in front of people. And it was way too complicated to explain to your son now. So you went with a simple skill that was needed to be a performer, “You have to be able to play an instrument.”

“Like the pino daddy plays at home?”

Another genuine laugh escaped your lips, but your son was all serious as he looked straight into your eyes. You cleared your throat before answering him, “It’s pronounced piano,” you softly corrected him, “And yeah…Something like that. Or play the guitar––like the one daddy is playing now,” Jake’s head whipped around to see his father, “Just talk to him about it and I’m sure he’ll teach you.”

“Okay,” Jake nodded his head as he went back to eating his animal crackers, “I wanna be like daddy.”

Your heart melted at how determined he sounded. Most little kids wanted to be like their parents when they grew up. And hearing Jake say those words gave you an indication that you and Shawn were doing something right with parenting.

But what happened next caught you off guard.

One second Jake was sitting next to you, playing with his animal cracker, and then the next second…He’s up and running towards Shawn on stage. You tried yelling out for your son to come back, but he couldn’t hear you with his protective headphones on.

You looked at Cez with wild eyes and he nodded his head, saying something into his headset along the lines of––Shawn, you got a visitor––and you saw Shawn’s posture straighten up as he stopped singing into the microphone.

Both you and Shawn were caught off guard by the intensified shrieks of the crowd when your son came into view on stage. Shawn would occasionally post about his son on social media, but the two of you agreed it would be best to keep him off for the most part.

It didn’t take long for Shawn to look back at you to notice that his son was missing because he saw Jake running across the stage.

Shawn took the microphone off the stand and nervously laughed into it, “Just a second, guys.”

When Jake finally reached his dad, Shawn gently slung the guitar so it was resting on his back and bent down, “What’s up, bud?” While he wasn’t purposefully speaking into the microphone, the machine still picked up his voice and broadcasted it to the audience, “Mommy’s over there on the side.”

There was a mix of screams and aw’s from the audience as Shawn pointed toward you. But Jake shook his head. He took after his father in being stubborn, although Shawn was convinced that he got the stubbornness from you.

Like his father, Jake wanted to be the center of attention.

Jake grabbed the microphone out of his hands, which caused both your eyes and Shawn’s eyes to widen in surprise, as he spoke rather loudly into the microphone, not knowing that he could just speak in his regular voice.

“I wanna be like you, daddy!” Shawn’s face lit up with a smile as he tilted his head back in laughter, “I wanna––I wanna sing and play pino and gitar––”

You didn’t think the screams could get any louder, but you were highly mistaken. While you would’ve gladly gone out on stage to carry your son off of it, you were quite the opposite of your husband and Jake when it came to attention.

Shawn placed a hand on his son’s shoulders, a prideful smile on his face, “You want to sing?”

Jake nodded his head as he gripped onto the microphone with two hands, “Mommy said––Mommy said,” he mumbled with his mouth directly on top of the microphone, “That I–That I need to talk to you, and play the pino, and and…”

Jake looked over off to the side at you, and you could see that he was getting shy in front of everyone with how his hold around the microphone tightened up and how he tucked his chin down into his chest. Your heart melted, and just like how you would encourage your husband, you gave your son two thumbs up.

And it seemed like that was what he needed before he went on, “And she said I––Mommy said I need to be good in front of a lot of people.” He looked at Shawn with wide eyes as he whispered into the microphone, “More than ten.”

Shawn let out another loud laugh as you heard the audience laugh along with him as well.

“Being in front of more than ten people is a good start,” Shawn controlled his laughter and looked behind his son’s shoulder and sent a small smile your way, “Mommy said some good things.”

“So can I sing?”

Shawn reached his hand out for the microphone and Jake gave it to his father. He stood up, taking Jake’s small hand in his and spoke into the microphone as they walked to the center of the stage, “Can we get a chair? Like a stool if there’s one backstage?” He was looking backstage at Cez who was mumbling into his headpiece, “And another microphone, please?”

You let out a soft laugh as you heard the audience’s screams grew louder.

In no time, Shawn’s request for a stool and an extra microphone was granted. Someone in all black ran out a stool and handed a microphone to Shawn. They rushed off stage, but not before your son yelled out an enthusiastic thank you!

Shawn placed his hands under Jake’s arms, lifting him up to sit on the stool, and in your head you could hear Shawn saying “up you go” like everytime he lifted Jake onto something.

Once Shawn made sure Jake was all settled on the stool with his microphone, he brought his guitar back around and started to slightly strum it, “What do you want to sing?”

There was a loud muffled hm into the microphone as Jake thought, but once he thought of what he wanted to sing, his eyes brightened as he looked up at his dad, “Cuts!”

You let a laugh out at the same time as Shawn. His eyes immediately found yours backstage and he shook his head in amusement before looking down back at your son, “We’ll sing cuts.”

Shawn then turned to the audience, letting out a few more laughs, “Okay, just a little backstory here,” you rolled your eyes knowing exactly what was to come, “The first time I was really away for an extended period of time from this little man,” Shawn ruffled Jake’s hair, “Y/n would play my songs around the house.”

You let out a chuckle at the bittersweet memory. Because the first time Shawn was really away from home when you had Jake was hard. When Jake was born, Shawn did radio tours and a few spurts of shows here and there, because he didn’t want to miss Jake growing up. But when Jake was three, Shawn had to get back on the road to tour. It was hard––for both of you––but you made up for it by playing Shawn’s music everywhere.

“So when I came back home,” Shawn briefly made eye contact with you and you gave him two thumbs up. He turned back to the crowd with an infectious smile on his face, “Jake ran to the front door and kept asking me to sing cuts for him.”

“And I was thinking to myself; do I not know one of my songs?” He let out a small laugh, “So a few minutes later Y/n comes down and tells me what song he’s referring to.” He stopped talking to take a dramatic pause before softly laughing again, “Apparently Jake kept asking what stitches were.”

And in reference to the song that sent Shawn into mainstream pop, the audience erupted in ear shattering screams.

“And Y/n told me that she told him that stitches helped heal really bad cuts,” he said as he looked down at his son with a beaming smile. Jake was looking up at his dad with a nervous smile, but his eyes wide with admiration for his dad.

Shawn started strumming the opening chords softly as he leaned into his microphone, eyes not leaving his son, “So here’s Stitches, also known as…” he let his words trail off as Jake finished his sentence.

“Cuts!” Jake shouted into the microphone with a little giggle following.

“You’ll sing the first part?” Shawn asked your son who nodded his head eagerly.

At five-years-old, of course your son was singing off key, but it only made the moment more endearing. And if you were being honest with yourself, you preferred this version to the one Shawn recorded when he was fifteen.

You didn’t want to miss this moment, and while you were sure you could find a whole clip of Shawn’s monologue on YouTube or Instagram later, you wanted to have a piece of it from the side stage. And you were sure Karen and your mother would want to see the video right away.

While there were times Jake mumbled into the microphone, trying to cover up not fully knowing some of the lyrics, you could feel yourself getting choked up at the moment.

When the chorus came around, Shawn leaned into the microphone to sing, but he never took his eyes off his son. Jake’s eyes were either trained on the ground, or they looked up at his dad for a split second for some reassurance. And Shawn would nod his head with the biggest smile on his face as he tried to keep singing along.

There was no better feeling in the world than supporting your child, and you never felt more proud of raising a child with Shawn as you did in this moment. Jake was only five, he had his whole life ahead of him, but you knew that you and Shawn would support him in whatever he wanted to do.

And when the two were finished their duet, you swore you never heard a crowd cheer that loud in your entire life.

And just like when you were nineteen, watching your then-boyfriend sing the exact same song, both Shawn and your son turned their heads to the side to look at you.

Wiping a tear from the corner of your eye you gave them both a thumbs up.

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Sidequests are part of the story so it’s still my ballpark shut up it’s time for

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Side quests, side quests, side quests. What are they? And what are they doing here, on an Age of Calamity rewrite? I must admit, game design is not an inherent forte of mine, and I like to think that my only “expertise” would be on writing and storytelling. So what the fuck is a fool like me doing here

Well my dear ladies, lads, and gentlefolk, if your memory does serve, I did say that the format of Age of Calamity was one that served the major plot and story beats for it’s cutscenes, and its worldbuilding and good parts of it’s character development for its gameplay and side quests. It’s actually a concept that can be seen in shows and movies too, although obviously it’s origins are in TTRPGs and videogames. Definition wise, a side quest is any deviation from the main story and plot that serves to flesh out an optional/overseen aspect of the game. So there’s out perfect outlet for worldbuilding, characters, and even a bit of humour. Side quests, by definition, can’t simply be just XP grinders, because otherwise you could…..just make an XP grinder. It’s like saying you’re getting your kids a bike, but then you get them a stationary exercise one. Sure it’s functionally the same and gives the same benefits, but it could be so much more.

Does Age of Calamity have good side quests? I’d actually argue, yes. I mean sure, it’s not exactly gonna hold a candle to Fallout or Witcher 3, but there are great memorable side quests that do serve their purposes in this game.

A fan favourite is “The So-Called Knight,” in which Link spars Mipha, Teba, Sidon, and Revali, a conflict of the Sidon’s confidence and belief in Link, with Revali’s skepticism and grudge against him. Not only is it great fandom content, but it explores the carrying POVs of several characters in a fun way. We also have Hestu’s Dance Competition, and the Miss Vai Battle Pageant. What they lack in serious character tone, they make up for in humour and world building. Even the quests that have nothing to do with the main cast of characters, like the Questionable Escort Mission, still provide funny and interesting details about the world, like how the Yiga Clan is still ever persistent in trying to take down Link with monsters and Windcleavers alike.

It’s not like those side quests were functionally useless either, all of them still provided great amounts of exp and materials. What specifically made them great and memorable was their small little stories and character/world details. Of course, that’s not to say you can’t have the occasional plotless boss rush every now and again, those are fun in their own right and it’s good to have variety. But just thinking about it...what were everyone’s least favourite sidequests? The timed Yiga Escape? The ones where you sit around defending strongholds? The one hit death Hair-Width Trials? Ah...so all the least enjoyable side quests were the ones that were difficult, with no enjoyable character or worldbuilding to back it up….interesting interesting….interesting pattern indeed.

So, let’s improve the game a bit further. I do need to pace out my future character arcs somehow. I tried to make use of the existing quests where I could, but it’s just eaaaasier to just not think about it and do it from scratch. Just shove these in place of all those quests whose only description is “monsters have been spotted here! Take Mipha and go to work!” and stuff like that. Alrighty then! Here’s my take on cool side quests for every single character thus far, along with their paired gambit attacks. Prepare for heists! Drama! Simping! And Bananas!

Link: Mastering Stasis

Ok I have no idea when this quest unlocks so just for my purposes assume this only becomes available after Link pulls the Master Sword.

Engage the hordes of monsters that have been spotted in Hyrule Field. Now is a great time to master the use of the Stasis Rune. Impa and Zelda accompany you, but it seems stasised monsters aren’t the only thing coming to a tense standstill…

This isn’t anything that special, I just want to further highlight this tension that Zelda and Link have, as it’s something touched upon in Botw, but never really mentioned or used ever in Hwaoc. Now more than ever, Zelda has an excuse to have a rocky relationship with him because she could actively see just how far he’s coming in such a short amount of time. Classic “he probably hates me so I guess I’ll hate him” thing.

You play as Link, the game gives you your little prompts on how to use Stasis, you take out a few hordes of Bokoblins and blah blah blah. I wanted to use an earlier level to establish Zelda’s relationship sooner as obviously it’s gonna be important to the story. But of course like all side quests it won’t kill you to skip out. Text dialogue can be Zelda saying science shit like “This will be a good opportunity to test out the full limits of the Stasis rune” and then Impa’s all “Yep! We got your back, Princess! We’ll clear out these monsters in no time.”Then Link the little angsty shit that he is says nothing, and as you play you clear out more and more bokoblins Zelda just says “...” and then we can toss in a Moblin or two in there for gambit voice stuff.

Gambit dialogue with Impa would be supportive, her usual spunky dialogue. I had two ideas for Gambit attacks with Link: One where Impa does that thing where she cuts a giant laser through the air, but it’s aimed towards Link and he parries it right in a monster’s FACE because I think it’s badass and also a good way to show trust and stuff. The second thing was Impa’s giant bomb barrels, but Link is the one to somehow ignite them, because he is an arsonist after all. He can even have a chaotic Sheikah blue glint in his eyes like blue flame, I can already picture it so clearly given how anime/dramatic Impa’s movements are. Impa sets bombs, Link *teleports behind Moblin* nothin personal, kid.

Also right at the end of their gambit attacks, Impa and Link should try to fist bump or something (cause the whole “cool guys don’t look at explosions” thing that Impa usually does on her own) but are interrupted by eggbot jumping up to try and join in. And then Impa can be annoyed and try to punt it or something. That’s not just self-indulgent that’s in her character she totally would and I want to make use of the fact that eggbot travels around with Link. The success of her attempts to punt him can vary.

If Link does a gambit with Zelda, her dialogue can just be her usual monotone Princess stuff, “Thanks for lending your strength,” or “There is still much more to do!” just purely professional, we’re not at a stage yet where she’s buddy buddy with Link. Their gambit attacks can still be cool though. One idea I had was Zelda using stasis, and you know how when you use it in botw everything lights up with that sonar effect? So Link stands besides Zelda, and she activates stasis, the first “sonar” light wave reveals the stasised monster, and you see it from the view of the Sheikah Slate. Then with each additional flash of sonar you just see this silhouette of Link going absolute ham on a monster. And then when the stasis “ding ding ding ding ding” is done, everything’s just dead. Can you see my inspiration from Persona 5 yet? Second idea was Zelda using cryonis and makes an ice ramp for Link to shield surf on and ram into a monster. For entertainment purposes Zelda should also be putting frogs on said slide. (Also also the reason I’m putting Link as the main focus for those gambit attacks is because I want to juxtapose it with future gambits where Zelda may or may not be more powerful…)

Anyhow anyhow, so this side quest, you beat some bokoblins, theres a moblin or two. However as you progress Zelda’s dialogue because a bit more passive aggressive, maybe Zelda can be a bit irritated at how quickly Link is defeating everything before she can even contribute. Impa can comment on this like “She hasn’t exactly been warming up to you, has she…” and then the last point of the side quest, Zelda runs off, there’s a...let’s say a big horde of blue or black Moblins. Or a horde of Wizzrobes, I’m not too picky on it. Link can save her and do a gambit or whatever, but the point of importance is that Zelda leaves with the clear mindset off, “You don’t need to keep coddling me, I can handle my own” to Link, but is “Thank you, I’m glad you’re here,” to Impa.

Now I stole was inspired to use this based on this comic by @novellanova, and you should check it out here. But basically, at the end when all the monsters are dead and the last few text boxes are rolling, Impa says something like “Gee, at this rate I might have to protect you from the princess! Hmm…. you know, maybe if you two had the opportunity to hang out more and get to know each other, she’d warm up to you! Ha! That’s it! I’ve made up my mind. Listen up Link, from now on I’m gonna let you man the wheel when it comes to protecting Zelda. So with me out of the picture you better take the opportunity to be the nicest, most helpful, and most effective body guard there is. I know you already are, but still, if I hear that one little Chuchu so much as splat in her direction I will take you down...got it?” And, that’s that.

Side quest done. Fun Link gambits with Impa and Zelda, some little character POVs on the situation, plus an explanation as to why Impa doesn’t accompany Zelda everywhere/nods to the cutscenes of Botw as to what happened to Impa. Alright, that was probably the most boring one so let’s move on to

Daruk: A Rumbling Stomach

Alright I’ll be honest...I have no idea what to do with Daruk. Especially when Yunobo’s not here, I got zip-zero to work with considering his character is non-existent. Further down the line I’ll certainly try to give him more nuances and the like, but I’m afraid the majority of my character efforts have been towards Astor, Revali, Zelda, and [REDACTED] so this is my apology ahead of time, rock fuckers.

This is my take on how to make those timed quests more fun. So basically, the premise of this stage is that Daruk was just happily hanging around trying to enjoy his rock roast, when a monster surprised him and he dropped it, and now it’s rolling down the hill. This is based on my real Breath of the Wild experience where I had to trek up that Volcano path to bring a rock roast for that shrine quest, but at the very top I dropped it and had to chase it down before it fell into the lava below.

Daruk is eager to chow down on the finest rock roasts this year has to offer! It’s too bad things go downhill when monsters start to ambush. Defeat key enemies and rescue Daruk’s tumbling meal before this year’s wait goes to waste!

So, that’s what this is. The stage opens and Daruk says “NOOooOO! My rock roast! Damn monsters!” and you have to defeat baddies and catch up to the rock roast before the timer runs out and it falls into lava. And then when you finish and get back the rock roast that’s pretty much it….except SIKE no it’s not. Because a lot of these timed quests usually have a “surprise! There’s more!” thing at the end so I’ll do that here too. So Daruk has saved his rock roast and he’s talking about how he’s going to enjoy it in all its deliciousness, when he’s cut off by a random Goron’s scream. Turns out, Daruk’s yelling at the monsters about desperation to retrieve his lost lunch has attracted monsters to some traveling civilians, and now you gotta go beat a Talus, or a couple of Moblins, or something...Again I don’t really have level set or idea when these side quests unlock so just use your imagination. Once Daruk defeats the monster(s) the Gorons can thank him, and then one of the Goron kids can be like “Ooo! Is that a super special rock roast?!?” And Daruk is all: “Ah! Well all the best Goron heroes eat plenty of rocks! This here is the gourmet stuff. You can only get it once a—” And the kid’s like “Woah! I’ve always wanted to have one, that’s why I’ve been training hard so I can explore more of the mountain. Where’d you get it??” And Daruk can sputter a bit, before finally sighing and giving into his instincts. “Ah….well, why don’t you have it? You’re probably really hungry after running around with those monsters…”

“Woah really?? Are you sure—”

“YEAH JUST TAKE IT ALREADY GO”

“Woah, thank you!” and then the Goron kid and co run off. Cue Daruk crying to himself in the background. Daruk may have an appetite, but I like to characterize him as the Goron Hero first and foremost.

I’m sure that doesn’t stop him from mourning his rock though.

Mipha: Stronger Sentiments

Mipha and Daruk talked a whole bunch about training together so that Mipha can grow stronger, and Daruk was catching on to her crush on Link and it was a nice interaction in between them except for the fact that we never see them do the damn training so that’s what this is.

I think this is as good an opportunity as any to make this a Hair-Width quest, the ones where you can’t take one hit. The difficulty of a level is one of the most effective ways to put the players in the boots of a character to experience the same struggles they do. If the player works hard, then they automatically associate that with the character working hard. So, yeah, let’s have Mipha kicking ass and working to be strong enough to protect Link.

Mipha is determined to grow stronger. Daruk and the other Gorons are helping out with an intense training session by Gut Check Rock. Prove yourself by defeating all the enemies you encounter!

So Mipha is sparring with the Gorons, you fight through them and the captains and blah blah, the final boss is fighting Daruk without getting hit.

“I promise not to hurt you more than I’m capable of reversing.”

“Ha! Give me all you’ve got, princess!”

You fight, cue the special music or whatever. I mentioned that gambit dialogue/attacks could also work to be custom for the character that you’re fighting, so I’m thinking something like this. Daruk slams the ground and rocks and magma sprout up around him like jagged pieces of glass, but Mipha is no where to be seen. Daruk’s kinda huffing and puffing, “Where’d you go Mipha…” and then FWOOSH, giant geyser right behind him. [yes I KNOW I overuse the *teleports behind you* “nothing personal, kid” thing but I think it’s COOL and you can’t stop me] So anyhow, you know that thing in Avatar where Pakku is just riding at the top of a whirlpool and destroying everything? That’s Mipha.

Daruk turns around and scratches the back of his head. “...huh….that’s not good.” Cue Mipha swooping down to deal the defeating blow.

So Mipha wins, she can mention how wonderful it was and how much stronger she feels. And she can thank Daruk, and he’s all “No problem!” but he mutters something like “And I thought Gorons hit hard...now I know how Link feels.” End side quest….SIKE it’s another surprise boss at the end. A Goron captain suddenly reports that an Igneo Talus has appeared nearby.

Mipha goes up to fight it, but wow! Link is already there. They both fight it, but it’s clear that Link didn’t need her help that much. You can defeat the Talus with a Mipha/Link gambit. It’s similar to Link’s usual “swing sword in a giant circle and become a death windmill” but Mipha kinda enhances it with water or something and it puts out the Talus. I wanted this ending with a focus on how strong Link is just to show that while Mipha is improving, she’s still not yet where she needs to be.

Daruk: “Sorry I wasn’t much help at the end there, I was busy, uh, stretching.”

Mipha: “Oh it’s quite alright, Daruk. We were both quite tired from today’s training.”

Daruk: “Well I dunno about that...seems to me you were quite lively and active as you fought beside Link. *wink*”

Mipha: “Huh!?!? W-What is that supposed to mean??”

Cue laughter from Daruk. Mipha is flustered. And Link is just...confused, as always.

Urbosa: Mighty Thunder of the Gerudo

So in the game this is just some normal outpost capturing, stronghold defending side quest, but we’re gonna spice it up just a bit.

An important excavation site is being overrun by monsters, and Urbosa has set out to engage them. Defend and capture the outposts, in order to prevent this valuable place from falling into enemy hands…

So you fight as Urbosa, defeat some enemies and blah blah. When you first arrive there, I want one of the Gerudo Captains to be like “Lady Urbosa? Where did you come—What are you doing here? Aren’t there areas of greater importance for you to be at right now?” Urbosa says something like “Nevermind that now, let us focus on achieving victory over these rotten beasts.”

As the battle goes through, it is revealed that this excavation site is where Zelda’s mother would often work and hang out with Urbosa. Urbosa says some stuff like “Her Majesty would not be happy to see all these monsters heading here!” *decapitates Moblin* and then she can say other dramatic stuff at the end like “We have fought well...for her memory” and other classic lesbian pining. Some guard at the end can say “Perhaps you should move on and help out somewhere else, Lady Urbosa. We can handle the clean up from here.”

“Sure,” Urbosa replies, “Just another moment.” And then cue reminiscing. “She always did love these machines…”

And just other sentimental stuff like that. If you’re gonna be a coward and hold out on the Champion death angst, then you best be pumping that angst and emotion from somewhere, you know?

Also yay for worldbuilding! At least in my rewrite, the Guardian excavations and stuff were overseen by the Queen. Could be a reason Zelda hangs out with Sheikah tech so much...who knows who knows... who knows what other implications this has, it’s just a side quest after all.

Revali: Anti-Ice Training [get it??? Cause in this one, Revali’s gonna break the ice with some other characters?? I’m funny I swear]

Ok so for this one, I want to pull Revali’s character away from just “the birb that doesn’t like Link” and give him some other stuff to stand on. Obviously, there would be other side quests in a fully fleshed out game that did even more to characterize him, but for my rewrite I’m only dedicated this post and one other future post to sidequests, so I gotta really bring out what I can for the few side quest stories I have time to tell

Revali sets out alone to deal with some monsters by the Hebra trail. Although intended as an isolated moment to hone his skills, he finds himself with unexpected company. Defeat key enemies.

So you play as Revali and at first you’re alone, taking out Ice Lizalfos and the like. Revali’s text dialogue can say stuff like “Hmm...not fast enough” “My current needs to be stronger” “*mutters* Can’t compete with lightning and magma with aim like that.” Just stuff that establishes that he’s working hard to really prove himself as the best, but is still a bit insecure about his position. He thinks he’s better than Link, sure, and he certainly thinks that being a princess or a chief doesn’t automatically make you the best. However by this point, Revali has battled alongside the other Champions and seen their skill in battle, and has developed some respect for them. Afterall, Champions were chosen in some part for their skills, unlike Link or Zelda who destiny just thrust greatness upon.

So Revali has this slight insecurity that compared to lightning, and magic healing, and magma, with chiefs and princesses and titles of heroes, he and his efforts will be overshadowed and forgotten, unfairly deemed the useless one. Thus, here he is, training in solitude, not wanting anyone to see the imperfections and mistakes until he is absolutely perfect.

Except for the fact that after you beat a Wizzrobe, the other three Champions show up.

Revali: Wh—Huh?? What are you all doing here?

Urbosa: Well, we all have to travel with the princess to that Tower in a few hours, so I recommended we find you and hang out until then

Mipha: And a good thing too! Look how many monsters there are

Revali: I’m actually doing very well on my own right now. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold or something, so why don’t you head on back and let me handle this.

Daruk: Aw, it’s not that we think you can’t do this. It’s that you’re hogging all the fun! Urbosa: And that it would be more efficient if all of us went to work

Daruk: That too

Revali: Look it’s not—you all can’t just—this is not just about—AUGH, look, I’m just trying to train myself at the moment, and I don’t need you all to mess with my drills

Urbosa: Training, hm? Well how about this...you let us continue helping you with these monsters, and after, I’ll let you in on a good Gerudo training technique

Revali: Hmph. Fine, whatever gets you out of my tail feathers faster

So Revali and the Champions clear out the monsters. Revali can have gambit attacks/dialogue with each of the other Champions. This is already incredibly long so perhaps I’ll save specifics for another time, feel free to use your imagination. Urbosa teasing Revali and they make a thunderstorm, Mipha and Revali swimming in the sky and kissing—wait that’s—

When all the monsters are cleared, which honestly isn’t tooooo many, Revali speaks again.

Revali: So what’s this oh-so-holy technique you had in mind, then?

Urbosa: Ah yes, well really it’s quite simple. It’s called…

Urbosa: One-on-one combat

Now Revali fights Urbosa. It think it’d be really fun if your allies on a stage could swap to a boss, and I wish hwaoc had a bit more freedom with the interactions as a whole, but ah well, that’s what I’m here for I guess.

So when you/Revali defeat her, it’s a good accomplishment! Not only for you the player, as Urbosa would not be the easiest to beat, but also because match-up wise, Revali prevailing over Urbosa is a big feat as their styles are quite opposite, arguably with the strength in favour for Urbosa.

Revali might at first have the mindset that Urbosa is overconfident and thinks she’s got an easy win on Revali, but that mindset is quickly proven wrong when 1) the difficulty of the gameplay itself shows how they’re both doing their best and 2) Urbosa with her Gerudo qualities is probably shouting stuff like “give it your all!” and things.

And so, as you beat her...

Revali, kinda huffing and puffing, but just a bit:: ...you….held back

Urbosa: Come now, do you really think of me as someone who’d do that? I’m almost insulted.

Revali: Hmm...perhaps not then....

Mipha: Wow! What a wonderful fight from both of you.

And then insert some other dialogue from Daruk or something that shows the Champions acknowledging the training and hard work Revali must have put in to be so skilled. Perhaps it’s not so bad, when you train with others and your skill is fully appreciated by your frie—GAH. Perish the thought, they’re all just a bunch of royal fools who can’t hold a candle to the skill of a Rito Master….probably…

Revali: Well unlike you lax fools, I tend to take my job seriously. I don’t have time to longue and banter when the princess is still expecting me in an hour or two

Urbosa: Oh alright, let’s get to it then. What’s the expression? “The early bird gets the w—”

Revali: Gross. No. Don’t finish that sentence, I beg you.

Urbosa: Oh? Well why don’t you fly off to escape my dreadful tones then?

Revali: ...Heh, don’t be absurd…

Revali: Without me, you’ll all probably get lost. So, I suppose I should stick around for that sake Great Fairies: Dress to Oppress

The Great Fairies are holding a fashion competition and rating people’s outfits. Poorly judged outfits gives them the right to compensation combat. Defeat all your less than fashionable allies.

...

...yeah.

It seemed funny in my head, alright? cOme on, just imagine…

Revali, fully expecting to win: Well?

Great Fairies: Hm...I don’t know dear, all the colors are very clustered. Perhaps if you were taller—?

Revali: bWHAKT!? *other angry bird noises*

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Daruk: I brought my BEST out today! :D

Great Fairies: Is that a….chain?

Daruk: TWO chains, actually. :D

Great Fairies: Oh honey…

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Great Fairies: Ooo! Our little hero is about to come out! Wonder what he chose...a knight in shining armour? A handsome desert voe? Ooo!! And those Snowquill braids always made him look so cute…

Link: *comes out in the Tingle Outfit*

Great Fairies: …

Great Fairies: …………..hm…..

At the end of the side quest, after you beat everyone, the Great Fairy wins because of course they do.

Great Fairies: Oh my! What an unexpected outcome...but it really couldn’t have gone any other way. I declare the judges the winner! I mean just look at me, I’m as dazzling as a jeweled desert flower, because I am! Ohohohoho…

This side quests unlocks the Tingle Outfit

Hestu: Forest Dance Festival

Alright this quest was already pretty perfect, BUT, I just want to use this opportunity to say that all of Hestu’s gambit attacks makes his allies and enemies do special dances. Absolutely abSURD that Hestu can only make the lesser smaller enemies dance on occasion, nonononono, my guy Hestu is making everyone dance. You can’t stop this. Nothing I say will ever top the imagination, so just take my word that this is a good thing. [Reluctant Revali doing the macarena against his will in sync with Hestu and they bash someone’s head in...ah the possibilities.]

Maz Koshia: Links to the Past

Ok so before I get into this, a few things. This quest takes place well after the tower activations in Akkala. Age of Calamity leaves a whole lot of plots holes as to why a Monk is just...here, and what the point of the shrines are, and personally my first reaction to all this was just a five minute extended “huuhhhhhh???”

So here is my headcanon, explanation, thing, canon to the world of the Kip Cut story. Ones all the Sheikah Towers were activated, that officially woke up all the Shrines, because we know that the Towers and Shrines are all connected to the same system. [See Great Plateau Tower activating all the Shrines and Towers, and Creating a Champion explanation on the system] But when all the monks were in their little altars and noticed how Link hadn’t dont a single one, they were like “what the fuck.” Monk Maz Koshia, who is kinda the head honcho of the monks and probably the only one powerful enough to go out in the world anyhow, sets out to see what the deal is, and after many a teleportation and telepathic communication, he figures out that Link is just running around with the Master Sword already. This kinda confuses him, because the whole point of the Shrines was to test Link and give him the spirit orbs so that he could grow strong enough to get the Master Sword, but he somehow already has it...so hmmmm something fishy is going on in this timeline. So Link technically hasn’t proven himself at all, Maz Koshia ambushes him, they do their little combat trial, Link passes, and Maz Koshia’s like “ok cool so you’re not useless.”

So now Monk Maz Koshia has cast aside his old monk duties of waiting around for a couple hundred years, in favour of just hanging out with Link and continuing to train him combat wise. Shrines are still explored by Zelda and co because they are important areas to establish teleportation pads, and whenever they’re there, Maz Koshia forces Link to get in a shrine to get a spirit orb, which is not only useful in general for health, but since Link already has the Master Sword, the other characters can get the spirit orb too. (So all those little heart upgrades that you see on the map, those are all just in the real Botw Shrine locations, rather than just scattered around randomly. Also I’m ignoring the stuff about talking to Hylia in order to exchange for stamina or heart containers because the game never talks about her, or stamina, and I’m not about to create an entirely new custom gameplay feature for this game, fuck you.)

I like to think that Maz Koshia is very selective about the Shrines he encourages people to try out. “Oh nonono, don’t bother with Qukah’s….lazy ass, only set up one little mountain that you have to blast through with lightning and that’s the entire puzzle! Disgraceful...Here, Kaam Ya’tak has set up a wonderful Trial of Power for you. I’m sure you’ll find the level design quite thrilling. They spent a lot of time on the critical thinking aspects so have fun!”

“I should warn you that this one was made by one of the millennials...yes, those youngins who were only initiated 1000 years of age. Honestly, they lack so much experience. Ms. Agana over here was experimenting with something called ‘motion controls?’ Pretty lazy if you ask me. Traditionally I would just stick to combat and block and switch stuff...but ah well, variety I suppose.”

Right, what was I talking about? Oh right! This is a sidequest. So Monk Maz Koshia doesn’t really have...a character??? Or a personality??? So I don’t really know what to do with him other than use him as an outlet for world building. Apologies to the Monk….fuckers? Stans? Feel free to leave me a comment about how I missed all the nuances of his character or something I’m all ears.

On an expedition to mark more Shrines and establish more teleports for the Kingdom, a large horde of monsters is spotted, seemingly with the intention to destroy these Ancient relics. Link and Maz Koshia use this opportunity to sharpen their combat skills. Protect the stronghold and defeat key enemies.

And then that quest would just kinda echo the stuff I said earlier about the world. (As Maz Koshia defends a Shrine, somewhere Qukah Nata is smugly shouting “Bet you wish ALL of them were protected with a giant mountain now, do ya?)

Also Link and Maz Koshia’s gambit attack involves the Master Cycle. I don’t have the specifics, but damn if I want some call backs to Botw while also having fun.

Impa: Steal Yourself [Yiga Clan Escape]

In an act of pure hatred and malice, the Yiga Clan has snuck into Kakariko Village in the dead of night…and stolen all the Swift Carrots! Impa sets out to get them back, as well as taking something else as a form of swift revenge...Escape before the time runs out.

Ok I can explain.

So you know how the Yiga and the Sheikah have kiiiiinda been murdering each other a bunch in Botw, going as far as to kill a deserter’s wife and threatening to murder his kids, and also people on both sides were sorta massacred for no reason? And alsoooo one of those people who literally lived during that time of the massacre is just kinda floating around now? And you knooooooooww how the Yiga Clan just kinda joins Zelda’s side later on and we’re not supposed to think about the implications of that too hard because they’re the funny banana ninjas, haha? Yeah well neither Age of Calamity or I really have time to explore the moral grey areas of an alliance between two warring factions, one of which has a leader who doesn’t really seem to remember the reason why they hate Hyrule which brings into question whether the lackeys even know their clan’s history, and brings about the moral dilemma of criminalizing the ignorant, and also there’s the whole other dilemma of depicting the side that submitted to their oppression as being “in the right” and the topic of a race of people being pitted against their own by a higher power is really brushed over sO WE’RE JUST GONNA TOSS ALL THAT OUT THE WINDOW AND MAKE THEM ACT LIKE RIVALLING HIGH SCHOOLS, OKAY? OKAY! This is fine this is fine—

So I have dubbed the High School mascot of the Sheikah, the Swift Carrot. And although there does seem to be some internal debate about whether the carrot should be replaced by the Fortified Pumpkin, the hero of Hyrule Link favours carrots so that’s that. Then of course, the mascot for the Yiga Clan is the Mighty Banana. The two sides hate each other and steal their food symbols to be petty. I’ll be covering the side quests of Kohga and the other later characters in another later post, but just know that Kohga will have his banana heist sidequest too.

So anyhow, you play as Impa. Maybe she can say a piece of dialogue or two about how she has to uphold the image of her people as she has to lead them one day. And then, this side quest is just her retrieving the carrots and running off with the Yiga’s big banana supply before she’s caught. This is based on that “Escape the Yiga Clan” quest if you couldn’t tell.

Custom gambit defeat of Impa vs Kohga: On one hand I think it would be badass to see Impa’s Sheikah skills go up against the Yiga Clan tactics. Kohga summons a giant metal ball to throw, Impa teleports behind him “nothing personal, kid” nO fuck I’m doing it again away goes to swing a blade at his face. He blocks it with his little energy shield thing, but not before an entire conga line of Impa clones start slashing at him until he’s defeated by a giant explosion. So yeah, that’d be badass and cool. But on the other hand…

Kohga, stomping his feet and having a fit: I cARROT believe you would do something this terrible! Give us back those bananas right now! D: ….please? You can keep the gross orange sticks.

Sooga: He asked nicely. You wouldn’t deny the wishes of the most polite and charming Yiga Chief there is, would you?

Impa: No can do, Yiga scum! I’m afraid this cruel action wasn’t veggie nice of you so I must exact justice! Now it’s my time to split. *Impa clones gather and throw Kohga into a giant frog’s mouth. Impa runs off with a sack of fruit [fruit (derogatory) if you will] cackling into the horizon*

Zelda: The Path She Laid For You

The King has order Zelda to head to the Temple of Time, in order to see if anything there could help awaken her powers. Zelda sets off quietly, with minimal company, as not to attract too much attention lest the Town’s folk be hit with another attack. It seems, however, that these precautions won’t be enough...Defeat key enemies

So this is a pure Zelda sidequest, with no other characters except for eggbot because I said so. Starts out normal when SURPRISE! Bunch of monsters appear and Zelda has to whip out her iphone and fight them.

Also!! Good time for the Hollows to show up, and you know, tell her what a failure she is and all that. Convince her that she's useless and gonna doom everyone. All that good stuff!! It’s just nice to catch up with the villains and see how they’re doing, you know? ‘Sup Hollow Urbosa, last I saw you were barely spitting words in the Lost Woods, and now you’re giving full hard-hitting insults to Zelda’s character and ability? Good for you, Queen, good for you.

So Zelda and a handful of guards are fighting off monsters, and Zelda has to beat the Hollows too. Her gambit dialogue when she defeats Hollows can be stuff like “You’re not the real ___” or something idk, I don’t have a lot of experience with the evil clone trope, I’ve never played Ocarina of Time. But one specific I DO want to highlight is that Zelda uses the nearby Sheikah Tech to defeat the enemies. I find it a bit weird how Zelda just knows how to use those random water canons in the Faron region in later chapters, so we’re just gonna at least set up a pattern so that it makes a bit more sense later. Plus! This is in front of the Great Plateau, AKA Gate Post Town/Garrisons AKA oh lOOK it’s that area where Link and Impa and eggbot first meet in that Impa introduction scene of my rewrite so we have already established that Sheikah Technology is being stored here and ready to use! Continuity in world building! Nice.

So Zelda uses her knowledge of Sheikah Tech to defeat the Hollows, when...dun dun dun! Astor appears. But you don’t fight him...

Astor: Have you listened to one word spoken to you today? Why are you still resisting? Let me help you.

Zelda: And what exactly is your plan? You wish to kill me, then?

Astor: Not quite. I mean, if you do die, there are ways I can manage, so if some stray Yiga blade happens to strike you I’m not completely doomed.

Astor: But no, the most optimal outcome for everyone is the one where you live yet. You must see the truth as I do, and let me fix this. I can undo this terrible knot destiny has thread for you. [and insert other fate sisters and sewing metaphors here]

Zelda: But how? What’s your game here, if you’re truly claiming to be in everyone’s best interest then why all this secrecy?

Astor: Ah...ever the one to look for the facts and logic, hmm? Can’t blame you, you get it straight from your mother.

Zelda: …!

Astor: But...I’m afraid even if I did tell you now, you’re in no state to truly grasp it. No...the only way this works is for you to truly understand the position you're in, and the stakes that hang in the path before you.

Astor: And if I have to kill every King, Champion, or knight to get you to understand…

Astor: Then so be it.

[dun dun dun]

Zelda: No! I won’t let you hurt anyone, I swear it!

Eggbot [just pretend eggbot can have dialogue boxes too]: *chirps*

Astor, suddenly noticing eggbot: ...You…you’re one thing I still don’t—

Eggbot chirps again beside Zelda, both seeming to be angry at Astor’s words. Eggbot releases a glowing flash of light. Kinda like a...flash bang? [is that the right word idk]

Astor: Ah—! *and he teleports away to escape* Astor: Until next time then...Princess

And that’s pretty much the sidequest. Zelda can question what exactly eggbot did, but he’s not exactly the most verbal in responses. Finally it ends with Zelda going home, “He was still right though...I’m still sitting in failure, with not a hint of my powers awakening. All I have is some Sheikah tech, some exhausted shoulders….and well, you, I suppose, little one.”

“Come, it’d be a waste to continue forth in this condition. Let’s go back to the castle.”

Eggbot: *happy whistles and chirps*

= = = = =

Tune in next time folks, as we dive back into the main event! Needless to say, Chapter 4 is where the shit starts to go down...

#Hwaoc: The Kip Cut #hwaoc spoilers #hwaoc #hw aoc #hw age of calamity #age of calamity #hyrule warriors age of calamity

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dumbfuck-mojave · 4 years ago

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Soft Vampire Boyfriend™ Content

I huff in annoyance as my computer screen goes black again. I swear, everyday it’s shutting off faster and faster. Maybe I need to get a new one….

My thought is cut short by the sound of my oven going off. I take a step back and look at the outline of tiny dough bats on the cookie sheet. I’m actually pleased about how they came out. Neat, smooth lines. The past few years I’ve ended up with misshapen “ what can barely be called '' cookies that I end up breaking up into pieces and pouring over a bowl of ice cream. Which isn’t a bad outcome mind you, it’s just I’m really trying this year to get actual cookies. Setting them to cool, I start on the frosting as the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it!” A voice from the living room pipes up. William jumps over the side of the couch and runs to the door with a bowl of candy. I can hear the excited voices of children at the door, along with William’s equally enthusiastic voice.

It was very obvious what William was from our first meeting, no matter how much he tries to deny it. Sitting in the dimly lit back corner of a restaurant, he was staring at his slightly burned hand with a sad expression on his face. I just came in to pick up some take-out for myself, but he looked so sorrowful I just had to go check on him. Turns out, that was a great decision! He has such an alluring aura, but not in a typical “regal vampire” kind of way. More of a I watched him burn his hand twice more in the span of a few hours because he kept subconsciously moving it like a ditz kind of way. Hours went by in that shadowed corner, and he offered to walk me home when the sun finally went down.

“There were two kids dressed as werewolves this time!” William exclaims gleefully as he walks into the kitchen, “Ooo! Dear, these look so good!”

“Thank you. Once they cool, I’ll start frosting them.” I reply, looking up at his locked gaze on the pan, “Would you like to help me?”

His face lights up for a moment before he falters a bit.

“I would love too dear. But also I like looking at the children’s costumes! They’re all so cute!” He says frowning. It’s adorable. I smile wider and put my hand to his cheek.

“That’s ok babe. You can keep handing out candy while I frost and decorate the cookies. It will be a surprise how they turn out.”

With that, he’s sated once more and basically sprints back to the door once the bell chimes again. Let me tell you, this isn’t a vampire who looks down on the costumes and movies just because they might be” unrealistic”. Instead of seeing humans as fickle inferiors, they are little creative beings. I suspect his one true love is awful horror movies, but he doesn’t even notice the very obvious mask or the corny screaming; it’s the thrill of life for him. A 500-something year old vampire. I don’t question it. It’s cute. Like everything he does.

As the moon moves further into its nightly shift and the trick-or-treaters slow down, the porch light is turned off and William and I settle down on the couch with a pan of meticulously frosted tiny bat cookies. He was a bit sad when the light was turned off but again, that was fixed with a quick talk and show of the cookies.

“They came out good this year.” I think to myself as William slouches over, concentrated on finding a new movie to watch. His mouth hangs open a bit and I scoot over to place one of the cookies into it. For a split second, he flinches in surprise before grinning and taking it into his free hand.

“Got one! Never seen this one before!” William says as a,,, sentient knife-wielding gingerbread man appears on screen?? I look over at him bemusedly as he gushes over it having sequels.

Halfway through this peculiar horror movie, I’m sitting in between his legs as he lays sideways on the couch. We have since run out of cookies, but popcorn takes its place. Zoning out, I place the back of my head against his chest and close my eyes. Even if he is a bit cold, William is still very comfy. Once he notices my lack of attention towards the screen, he pauses it and lightly pokes my hair with his nose.

“Finish your movie babe.” I say softly, grabbing one of his arms to wrap around me and pushing the other one in the direction of the remote. He mumbles something incoherent and turns the movie back on, gently rubbing his hands on my skin.

“I think that was a good movie.” William whispers in my ear as we lay in near darkness, aside from the soft glow of small lights around the living room. “We can watch the sequels when you’re more awake, sleepy.”

“So, how was your first Halloween with me, hmm?” I laugh, opening my eyes to see him already looking at me. They’re so full of love. Softness and comfort. A sense of home.

“The best I’ve had in awhile, dearest.” He replies, pausing a moment before looking up at the ceiling.” I can’t recall the last time I’ve had such domesticity in my life. Ever since I was turned, my life has been all travel. Not that it wasn’t fun, but you wish to settle down at some points. I’m glad I settled down with you.”

My heart bursting, I blush in the low light, “You’re so sweet William. This was the best Halloween I’ve had in awhile too. And it’s because of you.”

“Seraphina and Rosemary are off being wives in the mountains of Peru and I sit here holding you. It’s a win-win situation, I think. We’re all with who we love.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure if Seraphina were here she would’ve loved your horror movie.” I giggle, thinking about the quick-tongued woman who has a displeasure for anything not brimming with psychological thriller and mindplay. Rosemary maybe, but not as much as the kind vampire below me.

“Next year, we’ll have to stop them from going to the Dardanelles and watch it with us then, yes?” William hummed and picked me up. I laugh as I get carried off towards the bedroom. “But for now, I think it’s time to sleep in a proper bed.”

Getting lulled into heavy sleep with a mixture of arms wrapped around me and warm blankets producing a comforting weight on top of us, I hear one final thing before I slip off into dreamland.

“I love you.”

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Yay I’m super happy with how this turned out! Is the pacing a bit odd? Maybe. Did I break a writer rule and add characters last minute? Yeah but I do not care. I hope it isn’t that obvious I’ve never been in a relationship before lol I was just feeling very soft tonight and this was the result. If you enjoyed it please leave a like, reblog and comment! I also copied this from Google Docs and everything looked fine on there but if something is off tell me. Thank you for reading :)

#my writing #original writing #first person #writing #halloween writing #monster x reader #vampire x reader #please reblog #and comment #I need validation™#halloween #idk tags :(]#vampire #vampires #vampire boyfriend #domestic #soft #gender neutral reader #boyfriend imagine

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sml8180 · 4 years ago

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CiN Behind the Scenes ~ Ch 3: Infiltration

Original Upload Date: 9 September, 2020

Length on Google Docs: ~11 pages

Docs Word Count: 3,651

Reference Tally: 3

NOTICE: This chapter contained content featuring Janus’ father, who is Homophobic and Transphobic. As such, he misgenders and dead-names Janus throughout their conversation, and things do get physical between them at the end of their argument. I’ll be putting bold notices by any sections talking about this content, so that you can skip those sections if you so choose.

1) This was, obviously, a pretty long chapter. I think the average chapter length for this story was around 8 or so pages, with a few breaking 10 pages, and at least one hitting 12+.

A) Fun Fact: This entire universe was originally going to be a 10-chapter idea and end at that. Obviously, I got really into it, considering Chaos is Normal on its own ended up 22 chapters.

2) You do not wanna know how much I looked into different types of hidden/wear-able cameras for this chapter. You really don’t. I did learn some really interesting stuff, though.

A) The cameras Remy and Remus wear in this chapter are based on some stuff I found. Technically speaking, neither camera (nor any of the others I feature later in the story) are really out of the realm of possibility in the real world. Maybe a bit advanced, but they could be possible.

3) The team trying to get cameras going and clear, along with audio stuff is honestly fun to write. Similar segments pop up in other chapters, and it’s always amusing to me, for some reason.

4) “I was born first and you know it, Remus” is a line I forgot I wrote, but adore, honestly.

A) My older brother and I have a 10-year gap in age, so I was literally winging every single sibling moment that goes down between the twins. Hopefully they mostly came out okay.

5) Apparently there’s still a typo in the original Doc that I managed to correct immediately before posing. Uh....

Dunno how I didn’t catch that going through before I got it into the Ao3 editor, but I did catch it before actually hitting Post on the chapter. So... At least there’s that?

6) I love writing Janus and Virgil being good friends/caring about one another. It’s just something I love.

7) Having Virgil and Janus get spotted by Remy and Remus (as well as by Logan, and Roman, via the camera feeds) is honestly something I originally didn’t really intend to put in. But, I felt like having these passing glimpses of the teens made things feel a little more connected when I went through and added it as an experiment, so I kept it in.

8) Giving Remy and Remus their various nicknames and codenames in this chapter was too fun.

A) Calling Remy “Sandman” was something I really wanted to do at some point in the story, and the opportunity seamlessly presented itself here, so I couldn’t resist.

B) Later in the chapter, Remus claims that members of the Venom Order (who all use a sort of codename, to protect their identities; hence why Virgil goes by Spider and Janus goes by Deceit) call him “Beetlejuice” literally came from the fact that while writing this chapter, I was listening to the “Beetlejuice” musical soundtrack a lot, and uh... Yeah, it kinda just happened from there. Opened up the perfect opportunity for a joke in a later chapter, too.

9) Logan having to divide their attention between the cameras, Remy and Remus’ audio, and having to listen to make sure Patton and Emile are alright is something I planned from the start of the story. I wanted this to happen at least once. Logan has been protective and even at times a bit paranoid over Patton’s safety for most of the boy’s life, and this is an example of them doing their best to make sure he’s safe, despite the fact they’re doing something extremely dangerous just upstairs.

10) I can’t help but headcanon that Janus almost always wears layers not just to help with dysphoria, but also because he fidgets with the top layer of his clothes when he gets nervous. As such, he has a lot of hoodies, jackets, and vests in his wardrobe.

A) He also wears layers because he just likes how it looks. Yes, this is me projecting. I like layered looks, okay?

NOTICE: This is where I’m covering the conversation between Janus and his father. This section does describe Transphobia, abuse, and emotionally-distant “parenting” (if you can call anything Janus’ father does parenting at all). There will be a second notice once we are beyond that particular section, so simply scroll to that point if you don’t wish to read these next few points.

11) I wrote Janus’ father as being a very cold sort of parent. If he weren’t a Homophobic, Transphobic, all-around piece of shit, he’d still be a bad parent. He hardly gives a damn when his son does well, and only ever really responds if he feels Janus has done something wrong (like, y’know, existing, since Janus is trans, and Joseph refuses to see him as his son).

12) Joseph repeatedly misgenders and dead-names Janus throughout the conversation, and it was really hard to write. I had to check my work several times to make sure things were “correct”, and I didn’t have any slips that Joseph wouldn’t make.

A) If any of you hated Joseph immediately once he opened his mouth, then I did my job. I wanted everyone to hate this asshole. I hated this asshole, and I created him. So, yeah, fuck Joseph “Viper” Prescott.

B) Luckily, I didn’t need to write a ton of Joseph in this story (and likely won’t need to in future stories), because I really hated him from the start, in the “I created you to be awful, and god damn, you are awful” way.

13) Janus telling Joseph off by saying “I am your son! If you can’t see that, then you’re fucking blind, old man!” was a line I wanted to include some form of from the start of the chapter, and it went through a few different iterations before I finally decided I liked this one best.

A) Also, Janus immediately realizing he went too far with that statement is intended to be a relatable moment (as we’ve probably all had that moment of, “I shouldn’t have said that”), but also intended to show that Janus knows how his father reacts to that kind of thing, and the resulting “Anxiety vs Might as well go all in” sort of conflict Janus has is there to hint that things really aren’t good at home, and it really has changed the way Janus tends to think and approach some situations.

14) Depicting the very quick emotional shifts with Joseph was another thing I had trouble with, but for a very different reason. I have ADHD (I don’t keep this secret, I’ve posted about it and make an effort to be open about the various ups and downs I deal with as a result), and it has a big impact on my writing style. It’s why I try to be descriptive (especially when it comes to places and character body language, expression, emotion, and clothing), since the details help me keep track of tone, location, and the like.

With Joseph, though, I had to throw some of that out the window. I try to keep emotional shifts for characters consistent, and at least hint to them coming up, to make it easier for myself (and other readers who might also have a hard time with sudden shifts and cues like that) to keep track of things. I couldn’t do that with Joseph. Because of how I wanted to portray him in this story (especially this chapter), I had to make things sudden. Hence the sudden and quick way he lashed out (though the inciting force is “clear”; he was angry concerning Janus’ comments), and the rapid shift to him once again being cold and stoic once he’d struck Janus and the teen was on the ground. It was hard to keep it draft-level quick, rather than going through and “refining” it.

NOTICE: We’re done talking about all the really bad stuff. There’s some talk of the aftermath, but all the really explicit things are out of the way, so it should be safe to continue.

15) Virgil is basically me at any gathering. Just, stick to the edges, people-watch, and silently panic if anyone approaches.

16) I think this is the closest Virgil gets to really flying off the handle in this story. I don’t think I ever have him get this close to going and physically fighting someone at any other point, and damn do I wish I had, honestly. Virgil is really protective of Janus, and seeing his friend (read: crush) in his current state sets him off. He’s still fuming when Janus gets his attention again and is clearly desperate to just get out of there, but he pulls himself together and helps Janus out, because he knows that going after Joseph won’t be the helpful thing in this situation.

17) Logan flexing their fingers before starting to really get to work once Remy patches them into the Order system is honestly something I have a habit of doing when I start writing, especially if it’s cold, since the joints in my hands tend to get stiff and lock up a little. Also, I really couldn’t resist the really obvious spy/hacker bit. The opportunity was right in front of me, and you all know by now I take the opportunities when they come.

18) I originally didn’t want to leave the chapter where it ended, since it was a pretty decent cliff-hanger and felt like an awkward stopping point at the time. That being said, I’m glad I did it. This and most of Chapter 4 were going to be one entity, but that would’ve ended up way longer (Chapter 4 ended up roughly 8 pages on its own), and it would’ve been a lot of fairly heavy content all in one go, so it was better broken up. It made me very glad for the little POV shifts throughout, because it gave me a clean place to cut the chapter apart and made it a little less awkward.

And, I think that’s about it for this one! This was a really long chapter (probably the longest I’d ever written as of when I wrote it), and it was full of stuff to help kick off future interactions in the story.

#Chaos Behind the Scenes #Chaos is Normal AU #Long Post #tw: transphobia #tw: abuse

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alovesickdork · 5 years ago

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Soft times with N-Prof

A/N: Y’all remember that RP I said I did with myself that was super soft? I made the fic. Rosea’s my OC/Self-insert. you could literally just replace “Rosea” with “Mary” and it’d be the same. I wrote this in a google doc first and my friends proofread and put stupid comments on it.

Rosea stood in the doorway of the kitchen as she held her arm. She looked into the room towards the phantom version of Membrane that had made his new home in her house. She liked him. Through the few days since she had accidentally let him out of the nightmare realm the two had gotten close and actually started dating. She dubbed him “N-Prof”. Sort of a shortening of Nightmare and Professor. She gulped and went over to him and tugged on his sleeve a bit. She was somewhat in a mood where she was needing affection and found that he always seemed willing to cuddle her.

N-Prof looked down when he felt her grab his sleeve and give it a tug. He was happy to see her as always and smiled under his collar. "Is there something you need Little Wisp?" Little wisp was the nickname he gave her the first moment he saw her. He gave everyone a nickname but that one was his personal favorite because it belonged to her. He placed a hand on her cheek and raised an eye ridge at her. It was almost comical how big his hand was compared to her head but he found her cheek fit very nicely in his palm.

She felt her cheek squish slightly before leaning into the touch. It felt... Nice. Whatever his glove was made out of, it felt cool against her warm skin and it was very much welcome considering the heat of the summer. She let out a contented hum as she nodded a bit. “Yeah actually. I was kinda wondering if we could. Well.” A blush spread across her face as it seemed she was a bit shy about this sort of thing. Even after all the times he had picked her up out of nowhere and just held her, she still wasn’t used to asking him for affection directly.

There was a chuckle from him as he rubbed her face slightly. Her skin was nice and soft and he found it somewhat intriguing. "You need to tell me what you want to do. " He could somewhat figure out what she wanted when she grabbed his attention, but he wanted her to say it.

She gulped before putting a hand over his and looking up at him. He was so tall compared to her and even when he had knelt down slightly he was still pretty massive. “I. I wanna cuddle right now. I just.. I just really wanna be with you right now.” Her face had become somewhat redder as she spoke. She really wasn't used to asking for people to give her affection of any kind.

He gave a nod and scooped her up into his arms without really waiting for her to protest. "Shall we go to the couch then? I find sitting there to be more comfortable than just standing up." He held her to his chest as he floated towards the living room. Once there he sat down on the couch and let her sit in his lap. He watched as she shifted slightly as she got comfortable in his lap.

Once she felt that she was in a position she could say for a while she leaned up and hugged his neck as she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. It felt nice and he was surprisingly cool to the touch. Giving a content hum, she wondered if his lack of body heat was due to his phantom status but then decided that she didn’t really care at the moment

He had stiffened slightly when she hugged his shoulders but relaxed when she gave out a sigh. He put his hands on her hips and just held her there for a while while she let herself get comfortable. This really was unlike anything he had experienced in his home realm and he liked it a lot. He cared about her so much and to have her trust him like this made him feel special.

After a few minutes, she sat up again and looked him in the face. Her eyes trailed over his features, what little he had shown, and then moved to his collar. She hesitantly moved one of her hands to the fabric and looked at his eyes again. “C-Can I? I'm curious.” She was filled with a burning need to know, wondering if there was a proper face underneath the fabric.

He seemed nervous about gesture and went to put his hand on hers. He knew what he looked like was rather odd for humans to see. He furrowed his brow slightly before speaking. "Are you sure? It's. It's not what you're used to here." He wasn't sure how she would react. Yes, he cared about her a lot but that was the exact reason for his hesitation. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him.

She gave a nod and looked at his hand again with a smile. “I'm sure. I've seen a lot of weird things and I promise I won't freak out or anything. I'm not one to judge by appearances.” This much was true. She rarely judged someone by how they looked, only by how they acted, mainly because she's seen things while living where she did.

He sighed before nodded finally. "Very well. But if you are frightened you are more than welcome to tell me. I will put it back up." He was unsure of just how this was going to play out but he trusted her. That trust is what decided that she was allowed to see what he had hidden with his collar. He never let anyone see it. Unless they were going to die by his hand, then they couldn’t tell anyone. But he wasn’t going to let that happen to her. This was special.

Rosea nodded once more and pulled down the fabric of the collar gently and slowly. Almost as if she was scared to damage it or something. She tilted her head slightly as she did this. She had always been very curious and it showed through a lot with her actions, much like it was now. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she pulled it down but what she was met with when she finally pulled it down wasn’t that.

Once the fabric was down her gaze was met with fangs. Where his mouth was there were fangs. They were smooth and seemed to blend into the rest of his face. His nose wasn't there and was more like a skeleton's nasal cavity. He frowned, the fangs moved in the same fashion as lips. It was strange, to say the least, but it wasn't frightening or unappealing to her. In fact, she was almost transfixed on the fangs. They were oddly elegant to her. She reached her hand up to them but stopped right before her fingers connected with his face. “May I?”

His hand had moved to her back to support her as she did this. He nodded before speaking. "Be careful. They're sharp. I'm not sure if your skin would be cut just by touching them or not. I'm not too familiar with human biology yet." That much was true, he hadn’t had much time around humans yet and learning about them was time-consuming. He would much rather use that time to spend with her, he didn’t really care about what they were doing as just being close to her was enough.

“Alright.” She reached forward again and ran her hand over one of the larger fangs. It felt like bone but she knew that it probably wasn't. It felt nice and almost smooth. She mildly wondered what it would be like to kiss him but went against it. “I think they're fascinating.” A smile formed on her lips as her fingers ran over the edge of the fang.

Her comment made him slightly flustered. It felt genuine and it probably was considering she has yet to lie to him about anything. "T-Thank you." He actually leaned into her touch slightly. It felt really nice to have someone actually appreciate his face and not be scared by it. He had gotten many fearful looks upon entering the mortal realm. It was honestly a bit of a blow to his self-esteem.

Rosea smiled as he leaned into her touch. Guess they weren't so different after all, both of them needing to be comforted and held from time to time. She continued to trace her fingers along the man's fangs, silently admiring all the details of his face. She felt like this was something very special she was allowed to do. In truth, it was very personal and very rare that he ever showed his fangs to someone and they didn't die afterward. And letting someone touch them was almost unheard of. At least until now.

He took her hand again and moved it away before planting a soft kiss onto her forehead. She wasn't expecting him to kiss her forehead like that and it caught her off guard. The act was so very simple but it was enough to make her whole face go red as she moved to hide her face in her hands. She let out a small squeak when she did so. Which he found was rather cute.

He chuckled lightly before placing his head on top of hers and pulling her close once again. He found her more and more fascinating the more time he spent with her, And even more progressively endearing as he learned about her. He rubbed her back in a soothing motion, much like he had done the other day when she had an anxiety attack.

The motion of him rubbing her back caused her to relax and look out from between her fingers. Eventually, she lowered her hands and snuggled up to him a bit more. The familiar sensation caused her yawn and start to nod off. She hadn't slept much lately and she was rather tired. Maybe falling asleep in his lap wouldn’t be so bad for tonight.

He kept up the motion as she nodded off. Only stopping once he was sure she was asleep. He then stood and floated towards her room. Once there, he opened the door and headed inside. He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. He debated if he should stay or not.

Once safely tucked away in bed, Rosea held onto her pillow and nuzzled into that. She made a content noise in her sleep as she shifted into a more comfortable position. Her breathing became more steady as she entered a state of deep sleep.

He decided that there wasn't much harm in watching her sleep for a while, seeing as how he didn't really need to sleep himself. He stayed in the room for a while, watching her breathe and looking at the smile on her face. He noticed that there were a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face. He quietly reached over and brushed it out of the way and smiled before pulling his collar up again. It made him happy to see her content. Afterward, he exited the room and headed towards the kitchen. Time for him to make more toast.

#self shipping #self shipping stuff #self ship writing #Nightmare Membrane #spooky science husband #Professor Membrane #skeptical science husband #Self Insert #self insert stuff #oc stuf #I am stupidly proud of this

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mcalhenwrites · 6 years ago

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While I’m chugging water in an attempt to rehydrate faster than my body is losing said hydration, I’m gonna...talk about something that’s not important, might seem silly (even stupid)? I’m just rambling here. :’) When time allows for it, I would like to finish a few of my ongoing ff15 fics. I don’t want to think about sharing them, I just - for my sake - want to finish them. I’ve been slowly chipping away at some of them, and there are a couple that had unposted chapters completed before I started slipping away. I do have the White Collar AU for ign*ct, too, and I’ve shared a bit on here (didn’t delete it, but did make it private after a day xD) and then have it on google docs to let some people read it. Which is an inconvenience, but I don’t mind at this point. There’s a big conflict inside me that hasn’t made sense for a while. Part of me would love for my content to be enjoyed. Another is overwhelmed by it, and after a handful of notes - especially when I purposely do not tag my content - sets off anxiety attacks. I’ve had to hide my phone on days where notifications blow up. (This isn’t so bad with crochet, but honestly, I got really fucking bad when carbuncIe exploded the day I posted him. My writing threshold is apparently like 2-5 notes, including writing down HCs and meta, but my crochet threshold is a little higher at like...20-100 notes. Though sometimes I’m reassured that some are bots anyway, sooo. xD) I also think there are a lot of people in the fandom - several of whom don’t get the attention that they deserve - who do a better job than me. I’ve said this a lot, I’m sorry I’m saying it again. Maybe (hopefully) no one is reading this ridiculous post anyway. It kinda makes me sad/annoyed when I’m just one person to shower love and don’t seem to have the kind of pull that says “read this thing!” - I’ve never been the person whose recommendations lead to more than maybe a couple of people checking something out, which is ultimately pretty cool but usually only works with games and manga. Not so much with fics. Unless they’re already popular to begin with, and that does nothing for the brilliance of the lesser noticed talents. ;A; Anyway, do I want my stuff read? Yes. Do I want it read a lot? Apparently not. Though if it’s original, I wouldn’t mind more attention? (But then I often think, “Oh, wow, how did this get notes?” because I’m actually kind of fortunate that even 5 people would give a shit about original content. People struggle pretty hard on finding any audience for original content, so it seems ungrateful to want more.) I know one thing... Sometimes, when people say that I’ve inspired them to write or work on their stuff more, it really lessens the pain and anxiety. I don’t think there’s a greater payoff than knowing you inspired someone to create the ideas that were already forming in their heads. (I feel like maybe I don’t play that great of a role. That’s really on them? But then I remember how I’ve been inspired, and maybe it’s possible that I helped. I dunno.) Hoping I can get back to reading more again so I can leave comments that inspire. I miss doing that. Sometimes, I miss just being a reader and not a writer, too, and I also...kind of miss just talking to close people about fandom stuff and not really worrying about a wider audience. (Maybe I’m afraid of strangers seeing my works, but then I remembered...no, I get anxious about friends - especially talented friends - seeing my stuff.) Anyway, it turns out if you discourage people from your writing, it does somewhat work. For good or bad, I don’t know yet. I learned something, though. I’m probably not really cut out to be a writer, if I’m going to be this stupid about putting work out there. “Get over it” sounds simple, but maybe I need a job and therapy first lmao, let me have stability. Maybe have my whole life not depend on a job I don’t have confidence for and another job that aggravates my chronic pain? Maybe when I have a home of my own for once, I can write the way I want to write. For me, without any pressure on whether it is good or bad. Fic instead of original? Yay, guilt-free, I can write what I want and not feel bad it’s not going to progress my career! Maybe someday. ‘Cos guilt does come with fic, too, but I’m not sure how that applies to the attention thing. If you read this, I am SO sorry lmao it’s just thoughts being tossed in my head that needed out ^^

#mcalhen nonsense #(just rambling as a distraction on a topic that's been on my mind a bit lately)#I needed to run around in circles outside my head #it's nothing important I promise you can keep scrolling lmao #(I hate if you say that it might imply it's not okay and honestly this post probably isn't even coherent)

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segadores-y-soldados · 7 years ago

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Personal and Fic Updates

Hey everyone!

I know it’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these personal update messages. I’m trying to get my stuff in order but life continues to outpace me, it seems.

The quick and dirty: Fic Stuff:

Moira has been integrated into the overarching plot of “And Overwatch For All”

Because of this, I am currently rewriting major portions of Old Habits. Yesterday, I finished a major rewrite of chapter 10 (the “evil council is introduce” chapter). I have the majority of chapter 11′s rewrite done and hope to finish that today as well. With luck, I will start working on a rewrite of Chapter 13.

Shockingly, I’m keeping a lot of the “present day” plot elements the same (aka, all the stuff leading up to Recall). But several major “past events” have changed, including Reaper/Gabriel’s backstory.

More on this later. I will also be writing a separate post JUST for fic stuff, if you prefer to read only that.

Personal Stuff:

Extra expenses have started showing up in my life. Details are under the cut.

My job has not yet promoted me and a coworker the way they said they would in the timeframe they gave us (1 year). Because of this, I am starting the job hunt again.

I have created a Ko-Fi (https://ko-fi.com/U7U063ZJ)

More under the cut

Alright, so here’s the longer version of what my last like...three months have been like, with both personal/work stuff and fandom stuff.

Personal life/Work:

I have said this in a few places, but I currently work as an entry-level archaeologist for a state department in California. Full disclosure: I and my fellow coworker are underpaid for our work, which is as variable as conducting documentation research through databases and organizing research on behalf of our higher-level archaeologist and historian supervisors to performing surveys and actual fieldwork digs in every type of weathers in California. As an example, two weeks ago (the week of Thanksgiving here in the U.S.), myself and one of my supervisors did an 8 hour fieldwork day which consisted of 3-4 hours of surveying through waist-high grass in pouring rain at 55 degrees F/12 degrees C. This upcoming week, I and (other underpaid) coworker will be doing two 12-hour days of construction monitoring. Our work consists of traveling all over the state, with driving that can take a full day to get to a work destination (these are charged to work, don’t worry - I don’t have to pay for that, thank god).

The reason I’m explaining this is because this is a huge reason why some days (or even some weeks) my activity on tumblr, twitter, and AO3 will take a straight nosedive. On Thursday of this past week, I spent 8-10 hours without checking my phone and came home to 4 missed calls, 8 “active chats” on messenger, 600 messages on discord, and basically a whole day of “social media-ing” missed out.

If you’re rolling your eyes over this, I get it, I really do - it sounds like all the stuff that older people complain millennials “overvalue,” but (for example) one of those phone calls was from my dentist’s office saying that they will not serve me because (after three months of them NOT checking) they realized that I don’t have the right dental insurance for them.

Fun.

I don’t make enough money to switch to higher, “better services” health and dental insurance, but since I work a job that requires physical labor, I’m scared to cut them from my life. Said coworker twisted his ankle earlier this year, and work only compensated him for 1 week of “missed” work, when in reality he was walking with a slight limp for 2-3 weeks. Because of our low-level, we are not given access to benefits that many other state workers get.

Moreover, our sub-department has been promising that the two of us would get promoted “within the year.” We reached a year working with them in mid-November, and that promise still hasn’t been reached.

So in terms of my personal life, I’m at a cross-roads: I will tell them that they need to promote us, even to the next “low-level position” because that will give us just a few more $/hour which will help A LOT when accumulated, or I’m going to tell them that I’ll have to search for something else.

On top of this, my parents have decided it’s time for me to “pay rent” to live at home with them - a discussion we, frankly, haven’t had on a serious level yet and one which blindsided me this morning. I am looking into my options but without a better job, they’re not good.

This also doesn’t cover whatever it will take to help me start the legal and medical processes of transitioning, which are, frankly, the main things I’ve been saving money for.

What does this mean:

I’m looking for places to cut costs, but the combination of current expenses + what my parents want from me will take 1/3 to 1/2 of my current monthly paycheck. I already spend next to nothing on personal stuff, so all my current expenses are “necessities” such as food, gas, and insurance. I’m looking to cut down on gas costs but it may be awhile before my daily schedule gets adjusted.

The alternate is taking a second job that will permit me to only work my free three days a week.

Doing this means I will have zero time to write or produce content.

For now, I’m not jumping out to do that. I’ve made a Ko-Fi account (https://ko-fi.com/U7U063ZJ) that I would greatly appreciate any spare money you’re willing to contribute. Something as simple as a few dollars can go to me covering the cost of my health insurance per month, while I figure out the bigger problems of searching for a job.

The reason why I started with this is because:

Fic Stuff/Writing Stuff:

I do the equivalent of 3-4 full days of “writing” for fandom stuff per week: on my days off, I can write anywhere from 8 to 14 hours a day. Using just Friday and yesterday as an example, I wrote 9k words, and with whatever I do today, I will likely push that to about 11-12k.

Yes, it is all voluntary, and I do not have to write at the pace that I do, nor the amount that I do. I do it because I enjoy it, and because, honestly, writing for Overwatch has given me some of the biggest joys and happiness I have felt in like, a decade. And that includes writing the long essays. My last big R76 post (http://segadores-y-soldados.tumblr.com/post/167321630835/everything-you-want-to-know-about-reaper-and) spans a whopping 67 pages and 7.5k words in Google Docs (that includes pictures and sources/credits/links/references).

Again, this isn’t to brag, but just to put my writing into perspective, I guess. This is the equivalent of doing a second part-time job, which was something I attempted last year but was unable to balance my current archaeology job + a part-time retail job + writing. I dropped the second one because, at the time, I finally had the luxury to choose a job in my profession and writing on the side. This is a luxury I was fortunate to enjoy for the first half of 2017, but it is steadily becoming undoable as my work increases my responsibilities without increasing my pay.

Fic Updates:

For those of your who have been waiting patiently for information on “And Overwatch for All” I do have some good news that I’m finally ready to share:

Moira has been integrated into the plot.

I got a number of comments here and on twitter that were really supportive of my current version of “AOFA” and I just want to say, thank you all so much. It means a lot to me that you guys have liked the version of Overwatch I’ve built up and that you found all the characters, including my silly OCs, to be engaging and well-written. It was soul-crushing to think I would have to lose some of them, but after some time and doing more research on Moira, I feel ready to talk more about her and how she’s going to factor into the updated plot.

To start off with:

None of the OCs will be cut, but some of their roles will change.

Lmao, this surprised me as well, but I’ve figured out a few different ways to make all of the OCs, especially the very obviously contrived “Death Agents,” stick around in the updated plot.

Only one OC (and you can probably guess who, if you’ve started “New Wars”) will change names: the character called “Reaper” in “New Wars Chapter 1″ (the “young Hanzo chapter”) will be called “Reaver.” This is due to his updated role in the plot. His background has changed only slightly.

If it wasn’t apparent, this “Reaper” was meant to act as a plot device to cause confusion over Gabriel/Reaper’s actions after the fall of Overwatch, but that has changed because:

I’m switching to Crisis-era and “undercover mercenary” Reaper.

If you’ve read some of my more recent posts on Moira, you’ll know that I’ve switched over to supporting the idea that “something went wrong with Gabriel Reyes during SEP/the Crisis.” This is due to the fact that you can find a folder labeled “Soldier ID: 24″ in Moira’s Oasis lab, that Michael Chu said that Reyes was interested in getting her help on “matters of genetics,” and that this appears to mesh the “Reaper has existed for decades” concept in Reaper’s hero profile.

Truth be told, I’ve actually been a supporter of this idea of “Gabriel has been Reaper behind the scenes for decades” plot point for a long, long time, almost as long as I’ve been posting Old Habits. “Reaper”/“Reaver” was semi-messy OC that attempted to bridge Reaper’s original hero profile with the “Old Soldiers” explanation that Gabriel/Reaper gave that “Jack and Overwatch ‘left [him] to suffer.’” However, I also knew when writing Old Habits that the “Mercy is evil” theory was ALSO not true, so I was kinda stuck:

“If Gabriel = Reaper for decades, why did he appear to blame Jack and Overwatch for his current condition?”

My original solution was to make “Reaper” a different character and have him operating the situation in the background (like a mystery story), but over time this solution got trickier and trickier to work with. With Moira, I have a chance to rework much of Old Habits/AOFA to better suit some of the details that have come out since drafting it.

This does mean, unfortunately, that all the “76+127″ content is going to become its own, standalone series.

To switch over to integrating “Soldier: 24,” the “76+127″ stories will have to become their own standalone series. Don’t worry - I’m not deleting anything. Old content from “Old Habits” will be moved to their own fics, so you can read the whole thing in chronological order.

A new version of my updated ideas on SEP has already started being drafted. Writing it out is just a matter of time at this point, haha.

The conspiracy/Talon council “mysteries” will become more transparent almost immediately.

With Moira, I finally get the chance to explore some of my ideas in “full format” instead of the kinda awkward “Sombra hacking a chat log” parts yall originally got. This DOES mean that written portions will suddenly be much, MUCH longer. For example:

Old Habits original chapter 10 (Sombra hacks an SSO chat log): 17 pages

Old Habits revised chapter 10 (Moira discusses the Route 66 battle with council members + Sombra hacks a chat log): closer to 34 pages

The explosion fight has been changed.

Because of the changes to Gabriel’s plot, the nature of the explosion fight between him and Jack has changed significantly. It does incorporate new information that Moira revealed.

If it wasn’t obvious, I’ve had a draft version of my ideas for the fight sitting in GDocs for about a year now, and I use that for all my flashback/memories, and also for when Reaper and Soldier: 76 are arguing in the present. There was a major plot point in the explosion fight that I was extremely uncomfortable with, but found it to be “solid angst material.” In retrospect, I dislike this plot point and have removed it for another plot point that sits better with me, and fits the overall story more comfortably (I think).

So yes, I DO have a new draft of the explosion fight - written completely from scratch, 100% different in tone and emotionality. Parts of this should begin to show in updates to Chapter 13, when Soldier: 76/Jack reflects on some of the fight.

The Goal:

The goal for AOFA right now is to update Old Habits in “two big batches” - update the first half (Chapters 1 - 15) within 1 - 2 weeks, and then update the second half (Chapters 16 - 31) shortly after. Optimistically, before January, but realistically, closer to late-January/early-February.

Thanks for sticking with me - both with this post, and with my life changes. Things are incredibly and often overwhelmingly busy for me, and I don’t really know where many of these things (both personal stuff and fic stuff) will end up. I really do appreciate any and all support, even if I’m not able to respond to comments. You guys make it worthwhile to keep writing, and I apologize for how distant I’ve been with this stuff.

#personal #my essays #my writing #an update #ko-fi #segadores y soldados #long post

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ankyouweek · 7 years ago

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This link we share - Part 3

((Final part of the submission ! But probably not the last part of that story, haha. On another note, editing fics copypasted from Google Docs is a nightmare, and I’m bitter that Tumblr doesn’t allow to right-align specific paragraphs within a post.))

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Sugaya Sosuke, Mimura Kouki ; minor apparitions of other characters. Relationship: Sugaya/Mimura

“And to Sugaya’s success, cheers !”

Sound of glasses full of liquid colliding resonated within the living room. The artist had received a message to inform him his painting had been chosen by the jury for the exposition. To celebrate this, he had invited a few friends at the apartment for a drink during the end of this week. While Okajima and Chiba were sitting on the couch, Kimura was content staying on the floor, despite Mimura offering him to take his chair.

“I wondered for a while if I had done the right choice for the works to send, I only heard of a name among the jury, and let me tell you, it’s not a nice one, like… one of those ‘elites’ that only swear by the old masters, you know the ones ? -Yeah, I see what you’re talking about.” Okajima nodded. “Even if you know what you could send to them for them to accept, you gotta have some pride, ‘this is what I want to do and if you don’t like it then too bad for you’, right ? -It’s good in theory, but you need to be able to sell your works too.” Chiba muttered in a tired tone. “Uh, well, I guess it’s hard for an architect to take personal liberties with their work. At least that’s a problem I won’t have, there will always be people to buy gravure magazines. -You say that, but it took you a long time before you became a regular for them… -Man, being an artist seems so tough.” Kimura looked at them, his glass full of juice instead of beer like the others. “I don’t think I would be able to do this… -That’s okay,” Okajima replied, “ I don’t think I could be a police officer either. Be proud of what you’re doing instead ! Here, let’s do a cheer for Kimura, too ! -If you’re using excuses like this to drink, you will get completely wasted by the end of the night. -It’s fine, it’s fine ! If I’m too drunk to go back home, I can still sleep here !… Wait, no, the couch is already taken. Don’t even know how you can spend two week on this, bro, that’s uncomfortable as hell.”

Mimura did a great job of not looking embarrassed as he raised his glass to hide his face.

They didn’t talk about it, but Sugaya understood very well that the two of them sharing a bed, no matter the circumstances, wasn’t something to mention to others. He himself felt a tad sorry about the event, insisting for his friend to sleep besides him as if that was the most natural thing in the world. That was… childish.

Sure, it could be excused by the fever. It was just one night. Nothing they couldn’t ignore.

And, well, if his fever was much milder the next day, it was still only normal they took precaution and installed themselves in Sugaya’s bed, just in case he fell asleep. The resulting night together was an awkward consequence of this, but they could justify it.

The third night, though ? Not so much.

He didn’t even know how this was possible. If Sugaya though there was a problem with that, there was no way Mimura wasn’t freaking out about the situation ; yet the man had made no comment about it. He instead had carefully sidestepped the conversation, even let himself be convinced oddly easily- and it could be really hard to convince Mimura to do something he didn’t want to, Okajima’s failed tentatives to include him in a weird project of his was a proof of that.

It wasn’t even that spending the night together was that great in the first place. Sure, it feel more comfortable to have someone Sugaya trusted near him. But Mimura had cuddling tendencies that would be fine if they were directed against a pillow, instead of the blanket that was pulled into some weird ball of cloth he clung to. And then he complained that Sugaya rolled over his side, something that would naturally happen to any sleeping person seeking cover from the cold. Yes, it was Mimura’s fault if he ended pushed near the border of the bed. He could only blame himself for falling on the floor.

Sugaya wondered if, in fact, his friend accepting so easily to share a mattress was just a form of masochism.

“Yes, I have to admit that the couch was really uncomfortable.” Mimura blurted the words in a way that could almost pass off as normal. “Was ?” Kimura noticed. Mimura stiffened at the remark. “You’re not going to sleep here tonight ? Ah, that’s right, you only stayed for two weeks. -Yeah, I… actually, I didn’t really plan whether I would leave this night or tomorrow.” He threw a glance at Sugaya. “Thanks, anyways. For letting me stay. -You’re welcome.”

Sugaya thought of suggesting him to stay a little longer, but decided against it. He didn’t dislike the idea, but this needed to be thought carefully, and this wasn’t the kind of discussion to bring over in front of others.

Because Mimura was a guest and a friend, he had refused the money the man wanted to give him in compensation ; though, in the end, Mimura ended up buying some items while he was ill, and similarly refused any cash for fuel as he helped Sugaya transport his paintings to the gallery by car. However, those kinds of deals would bite them in the long-term if they weren’t careful, as neither were particularly rich. Even if neither would prioritise money over their relationship, they had to be responsible about it.

Plus, if this current arrangement was fine for a short period, it’s not something that could last. Surely Mimura might need to bring more clothes, and maybe he wanted some time alone too. Sugaya knew he also needed moments for himself to concentrate on his job - he might have lot of time in the afternoon, but he was used to work till the late hours of the evening, and his body was adapted to it. It was harder to focus outside of his schedule, and he felt restless when he stopped too early.

They would need to talk about the bedding too. As it was said, the couch was too uncomfortable to sleep for weeks on it, so they needed an alternative. Now, whether that alternative was the same as they did those last three nights… Yep, it really wasn’t the kind of discussion to have in front of friends.

“That can’t be happening.”

It’s been a good half of an hour that Mimura muttered things of this kind, his nervousness visibly growing as he was pacing through the apartment at an accelerated pace. The agitation was starting to make Sugaya restless, too. This frustrated him.

“Are those documents that important ?”

After their friends went home, Kimura driving the other two back safely, Mimura had suddenly noticed he had lost something. On the moment, Sugaya didn’t think the search would last more than a few minutes, and so decided to wait before handling the famous subject of Mimura’s departure, even tried to help him find the precious stack of papers. Something to do with work, apparently.

Yet, as the time passed, no sign of the precious documents. Sugaya could feel Mimura getting impatient, and that was influencing him, too. He could understand, once having an urging problem in head, it was hard to concentrate on anything else. But, it was the same for him. He would have liked to settle this choice of whether his friend would stay, and not have the stress of the upcoming conversation weight his mind. However, his attempts to speak of that were cut short by a ‘Not now, I need to focus’.

“Yes, yes they are, my whole organisation depends on it, this could mess up weeks of work, I can’t afford to lose those.”

There was a faint note of anger mixed in Mimura’s unsettled tone, which grated on Sugaya’s ears. He couldn’t help but hear that as a mark of aggression. Toward him. This was really, really frustrating.

His friend was usually handling stressful situations way better than this. So this must be something really important. That this irritated him, Sugaya could understand. But he refused to be a casualty of this. Few things could make him angry, but unfair treatment was a very fast way to piss him off.

“Yet, you can’t remember where you put it. -I remember exactly where I put it, and it wasn’t there. That’s how losing something work. -And you’re sure you’re not misremembering ? -Look, I searched anywhere where I could have put it, so it’s not just a memory problem. And I can’t have left it at my apartment, I clearly remember putting him on the table.“ Mimura pointed at the coffee table near the couch. "I thought that maybe someone moved it away to make place for his drink, but they couldn’t have brought the paper with them… Do you think ?” He looked incredibly anxious at the idea. “…Wait, on the coffee table ? -Yes… Why, do you have any idea where it could be ? -Maybe, wait a minute.”

It was Sugaya who cleaned the table before their friends came. He hadn’t paid much attention on the moment, just went through the usual method ; taking everything on it and put where it wouldn’t be cumbersome nor immediately visible to any guest.

The small corner behind the wall and the bookshelf had a variety of objects hastily grouped together, and the multiple papers among them hardly stood out. Yet, once focusing on it, it was quite easy to sort out from it an ensemble of sheets stapled together, the whiteness of the paper indicating it was quite recent compared to whatever else what in there. He really should think about cleaning this mess at some point.

“Is that it ?” He raised the document to eye level in Mimura’s direction. “…It looks like it ?” The man approached to verify, taking it into his hands, almost in disbelief. “That… was unexpected.” His brow relaxed as relief ran through his face.

But his expression was soon replaced by irritation.

“Wait, so you’re the one who moved it?” The sudden hostility startled Sugaya. “I… Yes, I did move it, but it wasn’t intentional ? -Oh God. I was about to go back at my place to check and be sure it wasn’t actually there, but no, turn out that you… How could you even do this ? -As I said, it wasn’t intenti- -That’s not what I mean, you saw something that was obviously to me and moved it like that, without thinking at some point that I might want to be warned beforehand ?”

It’s as if all the anxiousness Mimura had just experienced turned into irritability as soon as the problem have been solved. Irritability toward Sugaya.

“So it’s my fault now ?”

Yes, he had some part in it, and in another context he would have felt bad about the whole thing. This was unfortunate, but this happened sometimes. But the aggressive tone his friend used was as if he had done it deliberately, out of malice. Taking his sweet time to give back those documents.

“I was just cleaning, how could I know it was so important ? I mean, you just left it on the table ! -And it would be too much to just ask or at least warn me ? ‘Hey, Mimura, I’m moving your stuff right now, is that okay ?’ That would have hurt you ?"

He hated it. Being made the guilty party for doing something perfectly normal. Maybe it was said due to the stress, but even so, was that a reason ? He wasn’t the root of all of Mimura’s problems, he just… he moved a paper, the error was justifiable, and besides it was already found back !

"I don’t heard you asking for permission every time you use something here, either. -Yes, that’s really comparable. Excellent argumentation there. I don’t see what I thought of it sooner.” What, sarcasm now ? And why wasn’t it valid ? “Anyways, this wouldn’t have happened if you actually cleaned, instead of just… moving your mess somewhere where people won’t see it ! -It's my place, I’m allowed to clean as I want to!”

The sheets of paper wrinkled under Mimura’s grip. Oh, he was right to be tense like that. He knew what buttons he should not push, and now he made Sugaya angry.

“…Yes. You can do as you want in your apartment."

There was something to the way he insisted on the last two words. A sensation that Sugaya could only feel as hostility. They looked into each other eyes with a palpable pressure in the air, with a few instant of silence that Mimura broke again :

”…I guess I’m being too invasive, asking things like that to you. I suppose I don’t need to ask you about staying here ? -I’m not…”

He was twisting his words, creating meanings out of thin air. Was he doing this on purpose ? To antagonise him ? Was that a fight he seeked ?

“…Oh, fuck it.” Sugaya was fed up with the whole attitude. “If you want to go away that much, then do it.“

It came out harsher than he intended.

No, he had perfectly intended this. Somehow that still surprised him.

Mimura blinked a few times, taking a moment to digest the order.

“…Fine.”

To the man’s credit, Mimura was awfully calm as he reunited his belongings. It went really fast, too. Sugaya had never noticed it, but his friend had been cautious to not spread his stuff too much, his toothbrush in the bathroom, his computer on the bed, almost nothing outside the bags he came with. On the moment it annoyed Sugaya, without really understanding why. If he even had a reason. The inverse situation would have grated on his nerves just as much.

It’s only when he was about to leave that Mimura stopped, already wearing his shoes, his eyes fixated on the door.

“…Thank you for letting me stay. -…You’re welcome.” Sugaya might have been a tad too aggressive in his answer. “Goodbye. -Goodbye.”

And it ended just like that.

This was… unsatisfying. Like a painting that, midway through it, turned out way less impactful than it was supposed to be, but still needed to be finished, and each move of the brush felt tedious.

He wasn’t used to it. Getting angry, sure, like everyone, but not at Mimura. He couldn’t say this never happened, of course. It just was too far in time for him to remember clearly.

They should have separated more properly. Those two weeks felt spoiled in retrospect, with such a conclusion. All that fun, wasted. Just thinking about it, Sugaya was uneasy.

…Tea. He… he needed a cup of tea. Relaxing, thinking of nothing. No anger, no annoyance, no bitterness.

He entered the kitchen, ready to go through the usual motions, but interrupted himself from opening the cabinet when he saw a cup resting on the rack.

Ah, that’s right, Mimura made a fuss about it. Sugaya’s fingers rested over the teacup, ready to grip it yet hesitant to do so. He was reminded of a scene of those past days.

He was leaning against a wall at the kitchen’s entrance, watching Mimura pouring water in the used mugs.

“You don’t have to wash them now, I will do it with the dishes for dinner. -No, it’s best to wash them right away. You sure you want to do the dishes today ? I don’t mind doing it, after all you’re letting me stay. -Well, you’re a guest, so… -I should still participate, you’re already doing the cooking, isn’t it normal to share the chores ? -…Let’s just say the first to finish eating will do it.”

Things like that, when to wash mugs or who should do the dishes… that didn’t seem enough of a deal to argue over, so Sugaya didn’t bother. Cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry… He had gotten bad habits while living alone ; now that he had to do the chores properly it felt tougher to manage, so he was a little thankful for the other man’s help.

Besides, he liked seeing him like this. Viewing his back as he slightly leaned over the sink, his shoulders relaxed, made Sugaya feel…peaceful. He wasn’t sure why, but the vision of Mimura doing housework and acting like he was starting to feel at home was soothing him.

It didn’t seem like a memorable moment, yet it was stuck in his head with vivid details, right down to the folds in Mimura’s rolled-up sleeves and the concern in his voice as he spoke.

…That’s right, how could he not have noticed.

From the start, Mimura felt like he was intruding on his life, didn’t he ?

Hesitating to stay. Helping in the ways he could. Keeping his belongings ready to be packed, so he could leave as soon as he was asked to leave.

As soon as Sugaya asked him to leave.

…Ah. So that’s why it hadn’t sit well with him. This unpleasant feeling at seeing how fast he was. From the beginning Mimura was prepared for this to happen, as if Sugaya was the kind to be easily frustrated at his friends, easy to anger and displease.

…Well, no matter how much he could disprove this was his usual attitude… In the end, that’s how he acted, right ?

He couldn’t help but think that Mimura had his share of faults in how the things unraveled. But now that he was calmer, he had to admit. He could have done things better, too.

A cup of tea… Right now, he needed something entirely different.

If it had turned out that his graduation book he searched for a whole fifteen minutes was the whole time in the same pile of junk that started it all, Sugaya might have felt really guilty about his cleaning methods. Fortunately, it just had slipped under his bed, maybe due to a time where the man had browsed through it and put it on the floor, then pushed it to make some place for something else.

He had forgotten how big it was. It was worth saying it after so many years, but Korosensei truly was a monster, to casually create a monumental list of advices. Even half the condensed index took a number of pages in the double digits.

With so much preparation, of course the octopus teacher had things to say on such a common problem as Sugaya’s.

‘How to solve a dispute, Part Five: The Aftermath.’

Neatly divided into different categories according to the kind of person was the other offended party, from hierarchical superior at work to a family member, including cases such as the cashier at the convenience store, an annoying guy who shared a common friend, and a stranger you just bumped into on the street.

…Because Sugaya’s first reflex in this case was to check through this book he would conveniently have in his pocket at this moment. Of course. What did Korosensei thought.

He searched for the word ‘friend’ written in bold characters, when his eyes met instead the category for ‘partner’. Uh. This wasn’t really his case. But then, maybe friendship was too vague, too… not strong enough of a word ?

…Nevermind, there was also a part dedicated for ‘people you’re intimate with’. Thank you, Korosensei, forget what he said a instant ago.

‘While frequent disputes may be the sign of a deeper problem, being in conflict once or twice with someone you spend a lot of time with is normal, even among close friends ! The important is how you choose to deal with the situation once it calmed down.’

The commentary stretched over a dozen of paragraphs, that Sugaya read multiple times to assimilate fully. ‘Effective communication’. ‘Clear away any misunderstanding’. ‘Pay attention to what the other is saying’. ‘Do not blame or accuse each other’. ‘Explore any underlying issues’. So many things to think about… He had to admit, he had hoped for a step-by-step solution, but he guessed that would be asking too much.

He wondered whether he should call Mimura right now. The man might want some alone time for now, after all. Or be with someone else, for all he knew he could have went to a friend’s place. Would that make things worse if Sugaya tried to call, though ? Solving everything by phone seemed wrong, but at least to try to contact him and met somewhere.

He compromised with a text message. Mimura could pretend to ignore that. It was a pain to wait and not know when or whether he would get an answer, but that was the less invasive method he could think of.

‘Hey. You forgot to take some stuff to eat. I was thinking of ordering some food, anything you want ?’

Was that too insensitive of the situation ? As if he tried to ignore what happened earlier. What if Mimura had stopped at a convenience store and already ate ? Or read the message hours later. He would probably ignore it then. Bad move. He should have thought about that.

Surprisingly, the answer came only a few minutes later.

‘I’m already home, I don’t feel like driving back.’

‘Then, is it okay if I come ? It might take a while, though.’

Because he answered immediately, Sugaya thought that Mimura must have seen the message. It still took a moment before he replied.

‘Pizza, then. It’s been a while.’ ‘Cheese and Mushroom for me, btw.’

‘Noted, I’m leaving the house now’

Sugaya had forgotten how small Mimura’s studio was. The entrance led directly on the kitchen, and the way on the main room could easily be cut if someone forgot to close the door to the bathroom. The owner of the place took his bag away from the only chair here and put it on his bed, suggesting with a move from the head to his friend to sit here.

All the words he thought about on the way here were starting to slip away from his mind.

Perhaps it was better, then, that Mimura was the one that started.

“Sorry. For earlier. -…Ah ? -I… I shouldn’t have lashed on you. I mean, you… No, you were trying to be helpful, it’s not your fault. Anyways, hm. Sorry. -That’s… it’s fine.” Sugaya was a bit taken aback. He had been prepared to begin the conversation, not the other way. “I have excuse to present too. For getting… you know. Angry. -It’s okay, it was understandable given the situation. -Still. And for…” He took a deep breath. He knew he just had the sentence in mind, why wouldn’t it come out ? “If I made felt you like I didn’t want you around. I’m sorry. -…That’s fine. Even I know I’ve been around a bit too long. -That’s not true.” Sugaya frowned. “It is. We… I felt happy staying at your place. I knew I was pushing the limits of the acceptable, but… even so, I stayed. -…I was happy too. With you being there.” More than he had expected. At the start he might have agreed that this couldn’t last long, but he grew too fond of this situation. “You know, I… I wanted to… Before the whole… thing, with your documents. I wanted you to stay longer. I mean, I wanted to suggest to you to stay longer. -…Oh.” Mimura smiled, in an apologetic way. “Guess I blew that up, uh. -Well, I don’t think right now, it’s a good idea. In the first place, I didn’t consider your perspective of things at all. -….You mean ? -You -I want to know how you feel about the whole thing. About staying over with me.”

Mimura pondered the sentence, not daring to look at Sugaya in the eyes. Then, slowly, he spoke with hesitation.

“If… If you want me to stay around, then… -No.” At the surprised, the hurt face of his friend, Sugaya immediately realised how what he he said could be interpreted and corrected himself in a panicked hurry. “I don’t mean I don’t want you around, it’s… I want you to answer me without considering those things. How you truly feel, independently of what I might be thinking on the subject. -That’s… -Look. Didn’t I told you that if I needed anything, I would tell you ? I want you to do the same. Not hesitating on whether or not that would bother me.” Mimura looked at him with confusion. “…Wait, wasn’t this over groceries ? -…Yeah, but, my point still stands. If you have anything you… well, maybe ‘need’ isn’t really the most appropriate word here. Anyways, I think… I think you should be more… That you shouldn’t hesitate to say what’s on your mind, I won’t… I won’t think lower of you if you act a little more selfish ? Aw, that’s not really…”

Sugaya stopped blabbering and took a deep breath, before asking straightly.

“Mimura, please tell me how you feel.”

This was such an unfair request. At least, that’s what Mimura wanted to tell him. Of course he wanted to know Sugaya’s opinion beforehand, wouldn’t he felt guilty if he imposed himself and turned up to be a nuisance ?

It was much easier if Sugaya invited him first, even if Mimura wouldn’t want to come back. Saying something is possible but not doing it is much different from asking for something that turn out to be impossible.

Well, the way the conversation turned, he would guess that his friend wasn’t opposed to the idea, but… that might just be wishful thinking on his part. After all, if Sugaya really did want to have him around, why wouldn’t he just tell him ? Did he thought Mimura would felt pushed to accept against his will to live longer together ?

That wasn’t it, that wasn’t the case at all.

If Mimura hadn’t wanted any part of this, he would have said it.

His dream job involved dealing with lot of different people to create a work full of his own personality ; sure, it required to be considerate of others and do compromises, but this wasn’t something he could achieve by letting other shove him around. Sugaya could trust him a little on that point instead of suggesting he wasn’t bold enough. Ah, that might be Mimura’s interpretation of things, though. He should put words out in his friend’s mouth, especially considering how said friend hated that.

But, really. In those last two weeks, there was nothing Mimura had felt forced to do. Helping for housework or cooking, he might not necessarily like those, but it didn’t felt bad when it was for someone else.

Even sharing a bed, he…

When Sugaya had told him he had waited for him the whole day, it moved him. Knowing that as long as he was living there, he would not return to an home where no one expected him to come back to. That someone wanted him.

That Sugaya wanted him.

…In the platonic sense of the word.

It didn’t matter, to be honest.

Mimura had met a lot of people, both during his school years and at his work. He went through new friendships and got girlfriends. He had his heart broken and observed relationships fading away. Both felt incredible to experience, and both felt terrible to end.

That’s why, it didn’t matter. Friendship or romance. They were of equal importance to him. Either way, Sugaya was the most important person for him out of all his relationship. Receiving a proof of his affection made him incredibly happy. Happy enough to indulge in sleeping near him, knowing fully well he would regret it.

It was also because Sugaya was so important to him that it hurt so much when he had seemed to reject him. He had feared that would happen, and the only way to ease his worries was to be ready to leave at the first sign of conflict, keeping his belonging packed, not daring to get too used to the place. But it still hurt.

“I care a lot about our relationship.” Mimura spoke gently, weighting each word before pronouncing them. “I can’t decide this alone.” He expected Sugaya to interrupt him, but he quietly listened. “Of course if I had the choice, I would stay with you. But… if you don’t care about it… If this link we share don’t matter to you, then I’d rather live by myself.”

His voice was so low on the last words, he almost wondered whether they were audible.

Sugaya didn’t reply immediately. Just some seconds of silence, that seemed to stretch forever.

“…I want us to live together.” His mouth stayed open as if he wanted to add something, but couldn’t find the words. “Not just two weeks or a month.” He paused, hesitating. “Sorry. I can’t really promise those feelings won’t change, or that I will never get angry at you. But I mean it. I want us to live together.”

This answer could have been handled better, surely.

But, there was one thing, one little thing that Mimura almost missed.

‘Us’.

Not ‘I want you to come back’ or ‘I want you to live with me’.

‘Us’.

“…Should we try it, then ? -Let’s try, yes.”

Sugaya smiled at him, one of those shy smiles where he tilted his head on the side ; as far as Mimura remembered, he always had this habit, even during middle school. He replied with a smile on his own.

“…That’s being said, I think we have a problem. -…What ? -My night table,” explained Sugaya, “it’s a gift from a friend, I think he made himself. I’m not sure where we will find a matching one for your side of the bed. -What… Is that seriously the first thing you… No, in the first place, why do you assume I want to sleep with you again ?! …Wait, that sounded wrong.” Sugaya laughed at his confusion. “I was just joking, we shouldn’t rush those kind of decisions. Should talk about it. Maybe while eating, too, I don’t remember, do you have a microwave ? I think the pizzas must be cold by now. -I do, pass them, I will reheat them.”

Now that they switched topics, Mimura had to admit he did felt hungry. The few snacks they ate with the drinks weren’t really filling, and it was already late when Sugaya sent him a message, so with the time it took him to order something and come with public transportations… Would Sugaya even be able to take a train before the stations closed for the night ?

…Well. If Mimura was to live at his apartment, he could let Sugaya sleep over here, just for one night.

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My BTS WINGS Tour in Chicago Fan Account

THIS IS A LOT. Like 4 whole pages in google docs 😬. Don't feel obligated to read the whole thing just because you follow me. If you have any questions to ask me feel free to message me :-)

OK first things first shout out to the uber guy who was blasting a kpop spotify playlist when he pulled up to get me lmao

He told me he personally wasn't into it but that he had been driving people to the venue since like 11:00 AM and he already saw people lining up so i was like 💀

I got to the venue by 6:30PM and had to wait like 5 minutes to get in

OK…..so I ended up getting an ARMY bomb ewhvfqghrlhotw

And….here’s the kicker……….it was $60 🙃🙃🙃

It was impulsive af but i had the money and i was so afraid i wouldn't get anything else because shiz was selling out fast so i panicked 😬

I waited in this long ass line because i knew I had to get some kind of souvenir but by the time i got to the front the ARMY bombs were the only things left

And you know what's hilarious? i ended up not even using the ARMY bomb because after waiting in the second line i didn't even have enough time to charge it 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

So i was just like Fuck It and bolted to my seat which was 2nd tier

Even though my seat wasn't close to the guys...it didn't feel too far away? The venue is really nice tbh like i was of reasonable distance and could see everything fine.

My seat was at the end of a row in the middle seats so i didn't feel squished which is a HUGE bonus cuz that was my main concern so overall I think my seat was pretty good.

Before i talk my head off about the performances i want to give a big shout out to the people who filmed, did artwork and put together the VCR’s throughout the concert. Everything was so beautiful and fit the themes and songs well.

After the first VCR, which was arguably an art film, these guys came out with Not Today and y’all….

It wAS SO HYPE

That was honestly when i realized that this was...Actually Happening.

Like these guys i care about so much were performing right in front of me

I screamed so damn loud lmaooo

After Not Today they did their introductions and they were all SO CUTE ☺️

Ofc Hobi did his iconic “I’m your Hope!” and my heart fell out of my ass LMAO

Yoongi was so freakin Extra™ he took his damn ear buds out and made that cocky hand gesture where he closed his eyes and put his palm to the back of his ear to get everyone to scream for him I CAN’T with him 😒

But.. i still screamed as loud as i could 😏

I screamed for all the members everyone did

After their cute introductions and small talk they continued on with the concert where they performed Am I Wrong (an under appreciated tune), Baepsae (LIT 👅👅👅 they all looked so hot) and the Dope which i hadn't listened to in a while so i felt nostalgic jamming to it.

And then we got to the solo stages...

Jungkook is such a talented kid tbh. Like i joke about him a lot in my tags but he looked so cool performing Begin. His footwork was something else 👌🏾

After him was Jimin with Lie and HE HAD HIS TIDDIES OUT (I’m calling his mama lmao). But no it was just a reallllllly low cut shirt like 👀 I see you chimchim. The performance was literally art in motion for me with the choreography and background VCR, and the song itself is just a masterpiece, my fave solo after MAMA. Jimin is so captivating to watch.

After him was Yoongi with First Love and it was so beautiful and passionate. The background VCR had really well done art and complimented the beauty of the song. Yoongi has such a cool energy to him, very confident and unafraid. I really appreciate what he had to offer.

And look... I already knew Yoongi was a good looking dude but like…Idk what happened but this concert made me realize how beautiful he really is??? Hobi is my bae you guys know that but Yoongi had me swerving a couple of times jesus 👀

After that they came back together as a group perform Lost (vocal line only, and another under appreciated bop) Save Me (my favorite group performance, when Hobi’s part came on I screamed and then loudly repeated the only english line he had in his verse,”The best of me!”) and then I Need U (a classic)

After that was Namjoon who performed Reflection which was very mellow. It is a very vulnerable song that encompasses emotions I think anyone can relate to. I am glad he could openly share those feelings in a song. When he go to the part where he repeats the “I wish I could love myself” line we were all chanting WE LOVE YOU like the fans at Brazil and Newark. It was so sweet ☺️

After him was Taehyung with Stigma and HE DID THAT. Tae really gave his all during that performance. I still worry over his vocal technique tho cuz he is a natural baritone and that solo had a lot of high notes. But he was so immersed in his song and it was so soulful like 😭 I’m super proud of him.

And after him...MY MAN CAME OUT 😰 😰 😰

Y’all i was NOT ready Hobi KILLED IT. Mama is such a bop but the meaning behind it is so gorgeous this boy really does love his mom. He danced, rapped and during the ending chorus he had his lil singing adlibs and I was just felt so content and happy seeing him perform with all his energy. He really is our Hope 😭😭😭😭

And during Hobi’s solo they showed soooo many baby pictures 😱 they showed pictures of him I never seen before including awkward pre teen photos of him posing like a superhero and I LOVED THAT cuz we all have those super awk photos we took when we were 12 thinking we looked badass and then we see them now and we’re like 🙄 so I’m really glad he was confident enough to show that he’s just as human as everyone else. And then...

JIN’S SOLO MADE ME CRY 😖

ALRIGHT so here’s the deal…

Hobi is my Official Bias™ and Yoongi is my now confirmed Bias Wrecker™ but…

Jin is…idk I can’t explain it but he has such a special place in my heart. He gets overlooked a lot and in his solo song Awake he sings about this. Feeling like he is sometimes not a part of his own group and I’ve felt that way before so many times. Hell all my life even. When he was singing his solo I honest to god teared up like he’s just such a great guy with a great sense of humor who works so hard in everything he does. I sang most of the song and I screamed so loud for him, everyone did. I just hope he felt loved that night ❤️

Jeez i teared up just writing that…

And then….after that was the cypher 💀💀💀

EVERYONE was hyped, rap line went off, it was around this time were my voice was starting to hurt 😥

After that was Fire, another hype song

And then it was a huge mashup of their debut/rookie years title songs. It made me realize how far they’ve all came when it comes to music.

Diring that they performed Run which is the era i really started to stan them. It brought back some more nostalgia, mainly back to when the fandom life didn't feel so damn dramatic 25/8 😒

After that was when the started to talk with us again. They talked about how they spent their time in Chicago and how happy they felt to be there.

HOBI WENT TO THE CHICAGO AQUARIUM AND GOT THIS CUTE SHARK HAT AND HE WAS SHOWING IT OFF LIKE IT WAS A TROPHY IT WAS SO CUTE!!!!!!

Namjoon said he went to look at Lake Michigan and the Michigander in me was like 😵😵😵

Like yes boys come to Michigan sometime! Swim across the lake lmao 😭

Namjoon also said that if he had to chose any US city to live in it would be Chicago which i thought was super cute and everyone around me was going nuts. I like Chicago a lot too and i hadn't been there in such a long time so it was good to come back for the concert. Hopefully I can stay longer next time

Also! The Chicago Armys did the rainbow project as well!!! It was so pretty. The organizers did such a great job. I remember when American Armys were first talking about making a project with the light sticks but people (including other American fans) were sort of putting them down because they thought we should leave making good fan projects to the Korean Armys which made me go??? But you guys really pulled it off!!!! Im proud of y’all.

The boys looked shocked that the American fans did it again because they had already did the same project at the Newark concerts, they all looked so happy and commented on it and how grateful they were.

After that they performed their more recent songs off the WINGS album including 2! 3! Hope For Better Days which had a beautiful montage of all the members from debut era. I know i keep saying this but it was obviously nostalgic

The also performed the WINGS Intro which I LOVE and wish it were made to a full song but for the concert they made it longer than usual so the boys could goof off and interact with fans and the stuffed animals the fans tossed at them. Jungkook wore these cute bunny ears ☺️ ☺️ ☺️ super cute. They all looked like they were having a blast with the fans at the floor seats. That was the only time I felt jealous of not getting a floor seat. There’s always next time tho!

The last songs they performed were Boy Meets Evil(Hobi’s other solo that was the album intro, and ofc he freaking killed it!!! He is such a talented dancer and i hope he goes on Hit the Stage one day so everyone, especially non-fans, can finally see how great of a dancer he is) BST(LIT!) and Spring Day(Beautiful performance, a great way to end the concert)

The boys stayed on stage for the longest time even after Spring Day ended. They all took their sweet time doing final bows and saying goodbye to the fans. They were so sweet this whole concert and always kept the crowd hyped when they could talk to us throughout the concert. I'm so thankful I saw them. I'll never forget this and I hope to see them again.

#bts #wings chicago #bts wings

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