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scribblingfangirl · 4 years ago

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WITH LOVE, THE GOSTS | Julie and The Phantoms - Part Three

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Author’s Note: I decided that this fic trilogy occurs a year after the season one final, making Julie and Y/N almost (or already) 17. Also… this part turned out waaay longer than expected. Which is why there is going to be a fourth part because I have one last idea but didn’t want to rush to write it. And to think this all started because of a rushed (haha) 1k Oneshot. I should really start to write more spontaneously, it seems like good things come out of it. Anyway, Enjoy! :D

word count: ~ 3.9k

summary: Even after meeting the boys they still aren’t tired of helping you out and they each have their own little ways to do it.

warnings: // (english is not my first language, not beta-read)

| PART ONE | PART TWO |

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Knowing that ghosts existed was an absurd feeling (even though you had always believed or hoped that there was more out there than just this world, especially with all those planets that had been discovered by NASA), but knowing that there were three certain ghosts that liked you enough to kindly haunt you, well… that was just plain unimaginable somehow. Yet, still less anxiety awakening than you expected.

After Julie let you meet the guys for the first time you thought you were prepared to accept that you would not be able to talk to them unless they played something (after all, you had Flynn to groan about that), but the occasional giggle from Julie and her glances into nothing still sent chills down your spine.

So you started to always look around very suspiciously whenever you were over at her house and make obscene hand movements just to be sure that the boys would move before you walked somewhere or sat down (which just earned chuckles from Flynn and annoyed sighs from Julie - “Just because you can’t see them, doesn’t mean they can’t see you. They know where you are, so please stop, or else my dad will call your parents and send you to Dr Turner as well.” The boys found it hilarious and liked to imitate you whenever they came too close to you.)

The boys also still kept doing little things for you, just not so in secret anymore (though… Reggie was never one for subtlety). Whenever you seemed to have had a bad day (or whenever they just wanted to make you smile) you knew you could count on them having something prepared for you.

You soon discovered that anything related to food (which sometimes were extremely odd and bizarre combinations) was Luke’s doing (except for pizza and meatballs, according to Julie that was always Reggie). And you knew it was Alex whenever it was something more calm and soothing, yet sometimes a little bit clumsy. And whenever it was blatantly obvious and/or slightly weird (in a good way!) it was Reggie.

Well, no. Not always in a good way. One time you came back from school and your whole room was filled with glitter and butterflies and a small note with a little ‘Sorry!’ on it was pinned to your desk - cleaning that had been a pain in the a-. But you couldn’t be angry at Reggie, even though you weren’t quite sure what his ultimate goal would have been.

Speaking of REGGIE...

All those helpful little deeds and nice gestures were always done within the limits of your house (mostly room) or Julie’s house and the studio, which is why you almost let out a loud yelp when suddenly during a math test your pen started to move on his own, filling out the empty space (because yes, you hadn’t been doing very much other than staring helplessly at the paper in front of you). Quickly you grabbed the pen as well (loosely and while trying to ignore the fact that you were practically holding hands with one of the guys) so that nobody would see a floating pen as you did a few weeks ago at Christmas.

From the corners of your eyes, you saw Julie slightly move her head towards you, as if she was listening to you - or rather someone right beside or behind you. ‘Of course. I can’t see them, so the only way to help me is by physically grabbing the pen, but Julie can hear and see them, so they (whoever this is - because let’s be honest, none of the guys really looks like a math genius) only have to tell her the corrects solutions and how to get there. My money’s on Alex.’

You were kind of shocked, and weirdly proud when Julie came up to you after class and said: “Reggie’s not so questionable after all, huh?” (Though… you should’ve guessed it, you did say subtlety wasn’t Reggie’s strong suit.) So you just giggled and shook your head while leaving some of your books in your locker (alongside the fact that Reggie was probably almost (if not!) hugging you from behind - you shuddered at that thought, it’s not like you were already awkward around living boys your age, no need to add ghosts to that list!)

A week later you and Julie entered the studio with blank faces and hanging shoulders. Julie threw a weak little wave towards the piano and sighed while you threw the blankets and snacks you were holding carelessly on the ground and let yourself fall face-first onto the couch, not being able to hide your smile anymore.

“We got our math exams back… yes the one Reggie helped us with.”

You couldn’t see what Julie was doing, but you heard her gasp and whisper “No! Reggie…” after a while. Then she was standing beside you, nudging your shoulder and willing you to sit up, but you didn’t bulge, needing a few more seconds to wipe the smile off your face again.

Faking to disgruntledly accept defeat as Julie’s nudges got stronger (the couch was really comfortable, you totally understood Luke now) you sat up and looked at Julie. “Who’s going to tell them?” you said with a heavy voice and felt how the couch dipped beside you. Raising your eyebrows you quickly glanced to the side (obviously not seeing anybody or anything) and looked back at Julie questioningly.

She nodded, telling you that it was indeed Reggie and gave you the okay to drop the bomb.

You sighed as you turned back around, facing the wall on the other side of the studio and hoped that Reggie would ignore the fact that you were probably talking to his ear or something. “So Reggie… the help you gave us on the math final? Well…,” you couldn’t keep your face straight any longer and jumped onto the couch, “WE ACED IT! I WOULD HUG YOU IF YOU WEREN’T MADE OUT OF CUTE AIR!” (Okay… maybe there was a little bit too much serotonin involved.)

Julie added smiling, “And I’m happy to announce that due to my good grades my father allowed Julie and The Phantoms to play at the upcoming Summer Music Festival!”

A guitar riff filled the studio, followed by a short drum intro and with a ‘puff!’ the boys appeared in front of you, beaming and glowing at the news. Reggie even threw a wink at you when you smiled back and said: “Thank you!”

Don't look down 'Cause we're still rising Up right now And even if we hit the ground We'll still fly Keep dreaming like we'll live forever But live it like it's now or never!

This allowed LUKE…

The music festival was an experience you would never forget. You were very happy Ray managed to persuade your parents to let you accompany Julie (sadly Flynn had no such luck). Not only did you turn 17 and the boys made sure to have the whole crowd sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you (as soon as you were back home you would add an extra point to your to-do: ‘find out how to kill ghosts a second time’), but the boys rocked the stage and Julie stood up taller and shined brighter than ever before.

Gone (yet not forgotten) were the painful shocks and the fear of never performing again and the serenity of the guys was visible.

It was the last night of the music festival when Julie got the phone call from her father. He would come by to get her the next morning and they would drive directly to visit other family members and spend the rest of the summer holidays there.

Of course, Julie was excited to see her cousins and aunts and uncles again, but she also felt bad to leave you to drive back alone (you had come with your car jam-packed with all the necessary equipment you needed and that wasn’t provided by the festival).

“Don’t worry! It’s only a four-hour drive! I’ve got good music, podcasts and audiobooks to keep me company and back home Flynn will be waiting. It sadly looks like I’m going to survive without you.”

Early the next morning Julie and some newfound fans of Julie and The Phantoms helped you load the equipment into your car and you said goodbye to Julie. Expecting the boys to just directly puff back to Los Feliz you didn’t waste any time and entered your car, connected your phone with the stereo and started to blast your favourite Broadway musicals.

You must’ve been on the road for half an hour when suddenly the playlist stopped and ‘Wake Up’ started to play.

So wake that spirit, spirit!

Confused you scrunched up your nose and touched the touch screen displaying the music system, trying to change it back to your playlist. But instead, the music changed yet again.

(Don't stop me now) 'Cause I'm having a good time (Don't stop me now) Yes, I'm havin' a good time I don't want to stop at all

“What the hell?” you muttered, staring at your stereo for a quick second before focusing back on the road, “Why you always going crazy on me dude?”

Once again the music switched.

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too?

It took you a hot minute to understand what was going on and then you couldn’t stop laughing.

Don't laugh at me, don't call me names Don't get your pleasure from my pain

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said mockingly, looking at the empty passenger seat, guessing that that’s where your invisible friend was sitting. “Your pain? I’m not the one who is able to puff wherever and whenever their heart desires and who sneaks up on innocent people.”

Silence.

“For what it’s worth. I’m sorry. I really am. It’s not like you choose this life, you deserved better than this. But I’m really glad I was able to get to know you. I’m really thankful for the light and happiness you brought back into Julie’s life.”

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

But I'm still learnin' to

using technology

You laughed. “Impressive skills nevertheless. Knowing three fitting songs and then changing them at the right time? Let me guess, Luke? Because I don’t think all of you three would fit into my tiny car full of musical equipment.”

At first, there was no music yet again, but then the slow melody of a (for you) well-known song flooded your car. It was the one Trevor Wilson song you never understood until you met the boys, the one song that was so totally different to his usual rock sound (except for the refrains, which, as you later would find out, were parts of the original lyrics Luke wrote for his version of the song).

I sing to remember the stories that used to be But I don’t write to create what could have been And as I scream words into the darkness around me They come out like a dying whisper

The kindest thing to do is to silence them and let them die To unleash my heartfelt sorrow into the sky And diminish the will to fight That pulses like fire and screams with pain through my veins

But life’s not always beautiful, it’s rare So I’mma chase it, watch you make it

Don’t need to introduce himself You will want to know his name Pushing your foundations down He is here to stay

Don’t call him a breeze when he’s a hurricane Don’t call him a tremble when he’s an earthquake Don’t call him an inconvenience Please just say his name

Leaving lyrics in my hands That I swallow like pills Like hurtful words, they rip and claw And press painfully against my chest

But no matter how painful they are I will soak them up, thinking of our hopes and wishes And as each word pushes a new pulse through my veins I keep staring out on the grave of our shared space of mind

Life’s not always beautiful, but it’s rare So I’mma chase it, watch you make it

Don’t need to introduce himself You will want to know his name Pushing your foundations down He is here to stay

Don’t call him a spark when he’s a lightning bolt Don’t call him a flicker when he’s a raging flame Don’t you dare to underestimate him Please just say his name

But even when the word flood finally comes to an end Fidgeting hands remind me of music never played

I owe him my voice I owe him my sound

So I give him this time I give him this space To sing it out loud To let him declare And let me be proud

What’s his name? (His name is Luke!) What’s his name? (His name is Luke!) What’s his name? (His name is Luke!)

How long do we say his name? (Until we explode!)

My name is Luke! (Tell your friends!)

Tears were rolling down your cheeks, the song now more emotional than ever before. You couldn’t imagine how this song must affect Luke. Thinking that his bandmate abandoned him (which honestly… he kind of did, only mentioning him in one song, not giving any money to their parents and so on) up until he heard the song for the first time.

“Luke…”

Forget about it Let's forget about it

The ensuing silence wasn’t awkward. You hummed along to the music Luke selected, sometimes it were old classics (probably his favourites), other times it seemed to be random newer hits he probably never heard before mixed with some songs from your favourite playlists.

It was nearing midday and your stomach made itself known. As if on cue a road sign hinted at a diner just up ahead. Setting the blinker you pulled into the parking lot a few moments later.

“I hope you don’t mind. I know home’s only like an hour away, but...” you began to trail off, not knowing where to look at and your stomach finished your sentence. And before you were able to grab the door handle it sprung wide open.

“Uh, what a gentleman. Thank you very much.”

The meal was over in a flash and once more you realised how much the boys actually knew about you without having actually interacted with you (perks of seeing other people without being seen themselves?).

It’s like Luke could read your wishes just from your facial expressions. Whenever you needed salt or pepper they were right there. Whenever something was too salty or had too much pepper on your drink was being pushed closer to your side. And when you accidentally spilt something and needed more napkins they magically appeared.

When you then spotted a cute little guitar keychain that reminded you of Luke that was being sold as a souvenir at the check-out it was suddenly safely tucked into your back pocket (though that was really really risky, and while you did not condone it you couldn’t really stop a ghost).

Back in your car, you didn’t even bother to turn on the stereo, knowing that Luke would take over as soon as your hands were on the steering wheel again.

However, a glance to your right presented you with a map of your surroundings, a big x hastily drawn over the Silverwood Lake in San Bernardino, which was basically just around the corner.

“You want to go swimming? We- I just ate! And my bathing suit is somewhere under that mountain of equipment on the backseat.”

Let's just get naked, just for a laugh Let's just get naked It's a trip and a half

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes and shaking your head, before stowing the map away and turning on the car. “I guess catching Reggie in the shower isn’t enough anymore?”

Hey!

“You started making it weird buddy.”

It had started to rain when you finally pulled up in your driveway, but you couldn’t be bothered to rush inside, enjoying the feeling of the cooling wetness on your skin.

“Look at that,” you said to nobody in particular, not knowing if Luke was still around or if he puffed back to the garage, “I didn’t even need to go swimming after all.”

He was. Sitting in the passenger seat, face on his arms while he leaned on the open car window, he watched you dance in the rain with a smile on his face. He was glad he decided to stick around and keep you company on that road trip. You gave him the courage to listen to My Name Is Luke for the first time (and getting to see you smile while showing off his impressive music knowledge was a bonus too). Because without knowing, you were doing little deeds for the boys too.

And made ALEX…

Whoever wrote that “Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain”-quote totally forgot to mention how dangerous small summer storms can be.

Well sure, it might have been your fault for staying out for too long and deciding to let the sun that came out a little bit later dry you instead of changing into fresh and dry clothes, but whatever happened happened and you got sick. (It’s not like you had anything better to do during the last few days of your summer holidays, right?)

Flynn had been a great friend and hung out almost daily at your house, playing board games, watching movies or tv or even just discussing upcoming Julie and The Phantoms possibilities with you. But your dearest little helper had been Alex.

The blond drummer had turned into the tall brother you never had but always wanted (focus on tall because the age thing with ghosts is seriously confusing) even if he was invisible to you 100% of the time. You had the same interests and were able to bond without actually having to say any words, little gestures and reciprocations on your side were more than enough.

Julie had come up with an easy solution and had bought you some of those sound buzzers (like the ones that dogs and cats use to communicate with their owners) and recorded some simple words and phrases the boys liked to use on them. Now the boys just had to press them to be able to communicate with you without having to use pen and paper or Julie herself (sure your parents were a little bit weary and confused, but you said it was for a longer school research project and that shut them up).

Now, feeling way better than during the last few days, but still very tired, you were sitting in your bed, not really focused on the tv show (or was it a movie?) that was playing on your computer. You had been contemplating and mentally preparing yourself to get something to eat and to drink for the past 15 minutes, but the thoughts alone were exhausting and binding you to the bed. Just then a tray with a water bottle, meds and a fruit bowl floated into your room.

Suddenly wide awake and full of energy you clumsily jumped out of your bed and grabbed the tray, throwing a quick glance out of the door to see if your parents were around and slammed the door shut, wincing at the loud sound and hoping that Alex had walked out of the way (not that it would have hurt him, but you know - rude).

“Rude.”

See? He thought the same. (Julie had to specifically add this word for Alex.)

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I would like not to get murdered or have Sam and Dean Winchester on my back because my parents think I’m possessed and need to be exorcised.”

“Me.”

“You what?”

“Me.”

“Alex… I need more context.”

“I do. Me.”

You just blinked blankly at the sound buzzers, trying to piece together what Alex was trying to say.

“Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. M-”

“THAT’S ENOUGH Y/N! WHATEVER THAT SCHOOL PROJECT IS, TELL IT I HEARD IT AND I DON’T CARE WHAT IT WANTS!” you heard your father's scream come muffled through the door.

The audience laughter from sitcoms filled your room and you groaned, grabbing a pillow and smashing it against your face.

Faintly you heard the telltale sound of a pen scribbling something on paper and when you peeked from behind the pillow a note was floating in the air in front of you. “You mean exorcise ME! You would be the one surviving!”

“What? Oh my god… yeah okay, YOU get exorcised… same thing. Both aren’t allowed to happen. Forgive my fever brain.”

“No.”

“Fork you, Alex.”

“No.”

“I have Carlos on speed-dial, I’m sure he already came up with other methods to get rid of ghosts other than the salt thing. He already told me that he’s sorry and that he thinks I might get haunted by you too with the amount of time I spend at their house.”

“No. Food.”

Confused at that topic change it took you a few seconds to answer. “What?” Looking around your gaze landed on the tray that you had deposited on your desk. “Oh right! Boy, I completely forgot how thirsty and hungry I am. Did I say thank you? Fang u!” you mumbled with your mouth full of fruit.

“No. Food.”

You swallowed down your food and took a big gulp of water. “Yes Alex, thank you. I am eating. You see? Here I am, here’s the food. The food is here and now whoops - ifs gan!”

You could basically feel the annoyance radiating from the ghost and weren’t really shocked when the pen started to scribble something down again.

“No! Argh!” He really wrote Argh… that dork really wrote Argh! “You can be worse than Reggie sometimes, but you do it on purpose and I’m just sorry for Reggie. A) Carlos thinks he got rid of us by making a french dip and B) You’re awfully lively for a supposedly sick person. I might need to use the buzzers more and see what other reactions I can provoke from your parents.”

Crumbling the note in your hands you thought ‘Challenge accepted’. “You know what? I think I’mma go back on Reggie’s offer and actually let him introduce me to Wilbur. He might know some stuff I could use to blackmail you. And you’re right! I feel much better, just very tired, but that’s nothing a little bit of fresh air can’t fix! Toodles!”

You left your room, leaving a flabbergasted ghost behind who had lost his snapback with the number of times he had been combing through his hair with his hands. And while angrily pressing a pink buzzer, the buzzer wasn't the only thing that screamed “WILLIAM!” after the girl. (That was another important sound Alex wanted to have recorded.)

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devinescribe · 4 years ago

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With The Memories

Chapter 3 to '100 Promises'

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing, violence, weapons, bullying, blood.

"Haha, come on (Y/N)! You don't want to miss this, do you?" The boy shouted excitedly. You two had gotten permission to go off to a festival by yourselves. He had been on a trip with his parents for two weeks, and it would be the first time you two saw each other since then. You giggled, running down the stairs. "No, give me a second!" You shouted back, basically jumping into his arms. He laughed as you hugged him, burying your head into the crook of his neck. "I missed you! I'm so glad you're back," you said gleefully. He smiled, letting you go to push up his glasses. "Well, let's get going," he said. You nodded, grabbing his hand as you two walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo.

"And there was this really cool arcade with tons of games! I was really surprised that they even let me go, but it was more of a way for me to let them have alone time. Well, it was more mom's idea than dad's, but still, I want to take you there one day!" He excitedly rambled about his trip. Over the past year, Niragi's mother had noticed the way she treated you and her son was wrong on so many levels. So, she apologized to you, saying that she knew what she had done was wrong, and that it was ok if you didn't forgive her. Forgiveness wasn't something that came easy to you, especially when it was someone who had wronged you so much. But once you saw that she was trying to change and making an effort be better, you did. "Aww, that's so cool Gigi!" You shouted. "(Y/N) that nickname is so embarrassing..." he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink. You laughed softly, apologizing.

You two had walked around, going on different rides, and trying different games. You had won a lot of games, and so had Niragi. "I'll trade you 5 ring pops for your sour patch kids," you said, holding them out to him. "Hmm... ok!" He said, switching the sweets with you.

The last game Niragi played, he had decided to give the prize to you. "Oh, is that your girlfriend?" The person tending to the game stall asked. You both shook your heads. "My apologies, well, you won so pick your prize young man," they said. Niragi, being more attentive than most, saw how you had looked at one of the stuffed animals on the wall. He pointed to it, and they got it down for him. They winked at him, whispering a 'good luck', before letting you two on your way. "Here you go, (N/N)," he said, giving it to you. Your eyes lit up with joy. "You're giving it to me? But you won the game," you asked, hugging it tightly. "Because you deserve it. I left you for two weeks," he smiled, patting your head. "Thank you!" You chirped, grabbing his hand, leading him to other places around the festival.

Niragi stood on the roof after Chishiya left, remembering the memory. It had only been a few years ago, when you were both 16. Could you really be here in the Borderlands? Or did Chishiya find out about you through someone, and now was using you as a way to piss him off? Or as a way to find a weakness in him? He looked out towards the people partying below. "All so pathetic. Having a party every day, every night as if none of them die. As if none of them could die right now," he scoffed out loud to himself. He tried to make his mind think of anything else, but he couldn't. She was the only thing on his mind. The girl who had been by his side for years.

"Niragi! Where are you? This isn't funny anymore, come out!" You yelled into the darkness of the empty park. You two had started a game of hide and seek, but it had gotten late, and yous still hadn't found him. You began to worry about what had happened to him, but pushed the thoughts aside, beginning to look more. "Niragi! Niragi Suguru, if you don't come out, I'm leaving and the next time I see you, I'll beat your dumbass!" You threatened, feeling frightened of the darkness. There were a few streetlamps, which only made it creepier to you. You heard boisterous laughter and yelling, and decided to go find what was causing it. Maybe it was Niragi? You sped walk over to the noise, it getting louder as you went. You tried to walk as fast, but as quiet as you could. You walked closer, seeing it was the guys from school. You looked up the tree they kept throwing things at, seeing Niragi up there. You gasped quietly, looking around, seeing what you could do. You saw one of them had left their baseball bat over where you were, and grabbed it. You put it over your shoulder, walking to where they could see you. "Don't you have anything better to do?" You asked, looking disgusted at them. Niragi's eyes widened with excitement. He knew you were not a delicate little flower, and as much as he hated to admit it, you were braver than he ever was.

"Aw, look it's his little girlfriend," one of them taunted. "What are you? Five? And if I was? At least he would have one," you laughed. One of the boys charged at you, going to grab you, but you quickly swung the baseball bat at his arm. You heard a cracking noise, and laughed, hearing him howl in pain, rolling on the floor. The noise wasn't sickening to you. It made you feel... in control. "Strike 1!" You shouted, looking at Niragi with a smile. He laughed as well, seeing the people who tortured you two feel pain. Another one of them had thrown a rock at you, which you easily dogged. "Do better!" You taunted. Another one of them had tried to hit you, getting to close. You swung your bat, hitting him in the head. "Strike 2!" Niragi shouted from the tree, watching to see if you needed his help. He saw you smile at him again. He would help if you asked him to. But, he also knew how much fun you had putting people in their place. Well, outside of your house anyways.

You laughed, seeing as they were scared now. "You bitch!" The second to last boy yelled, throwing another rock at you. You smiled, hitting it back with the bat. It hit his nose, and he yelped in pain. You watched as blood dripped from his nose, onto his lip, and on to the ground below. "Strike three, you're out!" Both you and Niragi taunted together. The leader of the group, or as you like to call him, the biggest idiot of the group, was the last one left. He pulled something out of his pocket. "People like you piss me off. You always think you're so good until someone else has the upper hand. You've spent the last 3 years of our lives tormenting us, and now we finally have the courage to stand up for ourselves. No more defenseless little girl. No more playing nice," you said. Niragi noticed him pull something from his pocket, and quietly jumped down from the tree. He walked behind, and you saw him. Watching his movements. "You think you know it all. But I bet you didn't see this coming!" The guy yelled, pulling the pocket knife out, charging at you. 'Child's play' you thought, waiting for him to get closer before you threw the bat towards Niragi. He caught it, and you smiled psychotically, crouching down quickly. Niragi threw the bat, and it fell just in front of the boy. He didn't have time to stop his attack, so he tripped over the bat. You heard a scream, and looked over, seeing the knife had gone through his hand. Both you and Niragi laughed watching him squirm in pain. You two watched as blood poured out onto the floor bellow him. "Karma's a sweet woman!" You shouted, walking over to Niragi. He high-fived you with a laugh. "Just to be nice, I'm going to give you advice, don't pull out that knife, and go to the hospital. And don't mention us, because you will live long enough to regret it," you smirked, walking off with Niragi.

Niragi found himself laughing at the memory. "I was so useless in that instance... but her? No way. She'll survive here, I know it," he said to himself. He remembered how he thought you looked like a goddess in that moment. A saving grace for him. Not an angel, because you were far from holy, but a goddess of... well, he liked to call it karma. "Maybe... maybe I don't have to wait for a game to see her. If I know her, I know where she is," he whispered to himself. If anyone could survive these games, it would be you.

Last Boss had come up besides him. "My patrol is over?" Niragi guessed, looking at the man besides him. He only nodded. "Alrighty, well, good luck, I might be out late tonight, but don't worry because I'll be back with someone who could be highly useful to us," Niragi said. "Who might that be?'' Last Boss asked, quite curious. "(L/N) (Y/N). The most badass and clever girl I've ever met," Niragi stated with a smirk. "Is she good with weapons?" He asked. Niragi nodded. He knew you were skilled with those things. The world had let you to be. "Well, you should be telling Aguni and Hatter, not me, but she sounds interesting," Last Boss commented.

Niragi walked to the room where he expected Aguni and Hatter to be. They were there, sitting at the table, drinking some kind of liquor. "Hey, I got word from Chishiya of a talented player. I know who she is, what she can do, and have an idea of where she might be. I'm going out to find her, and bring her back here," Niragi said as soon as he went into the room. Hatter smiled his usual charming smile. "Her name? What relation she has to you and how long you've known her, as well as the skills you say she has?" Aguni questioned, keeping the stoic look on his face. "(L/N) (Y/N), I've known her for 8 almost 9 years, she's skilled in weapons, reading people, and quite intelligent as well as clever. She doesn't get attached easily, and would sacrifice others to achieve her goals, so a potentially strong player for hearts and diamonds games," Niragi stated. "Ooh, how interesting! I like her already. If you can find her bring her back, I'm sure she'd be quite good for the militals, wouldn't she?" Hatter asked, looking over at Aguni, who nodded. Niragi smirked, nodding and heading out.

Oh wow, what's this? (Y/N) isn't a scared little baby who can't do anything for herself? That's right bitches! (Your all very lovely, don't worry^_^) I got tired of (Y/N) always being a crybaby and being to weak for her own good, so we are attempting to make her a Harley Quinn type character, with the confidence of the boys at my school who thought I'd say yes when they asked me out, and the badass attitude of... well... me? I don't know, all I'm saying is, she isn't going to all like "Help me! I can't do anything for myself and everything scares me!" Kind of character. It's totally ok if your (Y/N) is like that, it's just I didn't want mine to be like that. No hate to anyone who makes theirs like what I described, you guys are amazing nonetheless!

#alice in borderland #niragi #��reader #fluff #angst #100 Promises

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ceo-of-choco-bibi · 3 years ago

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HCLW 107 SPOILERS

I've actually been so upset over the past few days because of the new chapters... nothing to worry about though it's not too serious.

I am making content, in terms of fics I got one more oneshot to add to my current chocotemp collection, a HnK au, and a new series of oneshots, more precisely about how I feel GRG would respond to the current event in the real world. In terms of art I have a few sketch graphs and one piece planned, but it might take a while to churn out.

(Check out my ao3 for my fics! https://archiveofourown.org/series/1811194)

For now I just really want to talk about them because they make me so sad and happy at the same time. Enjoy my rambling.

Giga 13th squad! They're all so cool, Giga's squad are really just Squad 1 Legendary characters team, the other fillers and Squad 13th. I immediately fall for any teleportation-related character, so Veganic is like (chef's kiss)! He is adorable I want to pick him up and put him in my fancy coat pocket.

MASTER SWORDSMAN ALWAYS GETS THE COOLEST PANELS! AS HE SHOULD! HE SLAYS ALL THE TIME UGH I

I hate the word goated but he really is he's the coolest and I hope he knows it! I feel embarrassed for talking to a fictional character but I wish he knows how much I love and cherish him

"There are times in life when you lose. If you're bound to lose, then just do the best you can! Then there will be a next time." I'm so devastated. How could you leave like this. How could you leave so happy when I'm dying over here.

"Give it to Choco Bibi and tell him it's my gift to congratulate him for becoming the second guild master of Grass Roots."

"How about we fight with our swords? It's been a while!"

"There should be a home for him to return to after he's done wandering. I'm going to start a new guild."

You don't understand. I don't have words for how painful this is. Just revel in the pain with me.

And here comes the backstory fluff (aka a sweetener to make the angst more bitter)

"How about we dance to draw attention?" "I think that'll make things worse." HELP ME

I CAN'T BELIEVE BIBI CANONICALLY HAS PRETTY BOY PRIVILEGE!!!! AS HE SHOULD???????

I'm actually never going to shut up about how Bibi never blushes in the presence of women. Like never. MSM and Drip Soup are always blushing when there's pretty women around but really Bibi has never shown attraction. When Pooh Upooh was naked? No. When Coco first entered the guild? No. Here, where a girl literally says she wants to go on a date with him? NO. This is actually my queer agenda, me and Sehun Kim had a talk and we agreed on making Bibi queer coded.

I would have never guessed that Drip Soup and Tempest were both affiliated with Giga for a short while? Guess I manifested my Giga!GRG but in a different way

I've never let go of the headcanon that Bibi is fucking terrible with feelings and is always angry, this just solidifies it more (really, every interaction Bibi has is just solidifying the theory that he's emotionally constipated)

I've also got the feeling that Bibi's super prideful in the sense that he would rather not express weakness (cry, express pain) in front of others (seen when he gets beaten by NM!Bibi the first time on) and that he channels everything into spite and anger instead. I kind of want to see this when he realises MSM is gone later on also. I want to see him get irrationally mad and blame someone (HCLW) before realising (or realising but still feeling lost and like he has to target someone) MSM wouldn't have wanted this. Armes wouldn't have wanted this. His friends are the only ones left.

It really comforts me to see that Master Swordsman is happy with his life right now. I'm kind of stuck between "oh he's happy because he's well off from the game, his work doesn't count" and "anything that you're happy with in life is worth it. You don't need an office job to be happy" though, but for real. I've never wanted a regular office job and I'd rather just do something simple and get by since nothing matters in the long run when I die. But at the same time, I feel like I can only say this because of how privileged I am to be me. It's hard being alive, sometimes. I'll pull through.

Tempest appearance! This time it solidifies my idea that Tempest finds his friends to be more important than himself, at least at this point of time. I expand a lot more in my new fic and I've written a bunch there already, so I'll save it for then (haha, shameless plug)

It's so bloody funny that they're all from the same school and that they're meeting up for a battle. What are you, YouTubers with beef?

TEMPEST BEING A GOODY TWO SHOES NERD? HIS HAIR IS KIND OF FLUFFY? (I die.) TEMPEST AND BIBI IRL INTERACTION? THEY KNOW EACH OTHER IRL BEFOREHAND? (I die again.) BIBI EATING POPCORN? (I die once more.)

Anyways Bibi with a sugar addiction I really do not need to elaborate on this.

They are such LOSERS who does irl fights I swear to god yall EMBARRASSING /lh

I MANIFESTED HEAVY ALCOHOL TOLERANCE BIBI YOU HAVE ME TO THANK FOR THIS!!!!!!! I REALLY DID!!!!!!!! (My linked headcanon was that Bibi's the group protector when they're out drinking. It's sort of true.)

I can't do this. This is a lot for my heart. To whoever looks at this, why? But also thank you for being here it means a lot to me.

MSM RICH

Bibi gets couch rights as he should! Also Bibi and Tempest airpod users while MSM and Soup earphone users?

Glasses and WFL came from nowhere but alright I still love them

The gifts thing. The gifts thing. I am so upset it's unbelievable.

The hat... the hat was given to Bibi by MSM... I want to see him have a breakdown now. I want to see him wear the hat forever on after this arc because it's something solid he has left. He's an art major irl, I want to see him recreate the hat or make art related to MSM.

"You might be grumpy on the outside, but I know you always think dear of me. I'm glad you don't know what I'm doing right now. If you did, you would've stopped me by any means."

It hurts so much.

"Life doesn't always go your way. And sometimes... you just want to run away from the life that turned out so differently. Some people say, the place you run off to is no paradise. They may be right, but those who ran away can still comfort each other there."

GRG IS LITERALLY FOUND FAMILY! THEY ARE LITERALLY-

I cannot do this anymore it's horrible my heart is shattering into a million pieces

"How did we end up like this? You went through enough to deserve a little happiness. Hardcore. Go back to your friends!"

He does deserve it. You deserve it. I hate this. Thank you. Sorry.

And Bibi still doesn't know. He'll be the last to know. "Did he go knowing I loved him? What were his last words? How do I go on? What do I do from now?"

I do want to see them reunite and remember. I do want to see them waddle in their hurt and pain, to heal together, to move on as a guild knowing this is what MSM would have wanted. It's so fascinating seeing someone grow and oh how much have the Grass Roots grown in the past 3 years. They've been close to my heart since forever and I really love them so much.

Final conclusion: I hope you've hurt as much as I do. I hope reading this has shown you something from my perspective that has made you hurt a little more. Talk to me and be my friend so we can hurt together.

On a more self note: Like I said, I'm writing stuff. I'm drawing stuff. It sucks to think sometimes that so few people will see it, but I know that I love what I'm doing. I may be prideful and want more people to love me, but I think I'm not selfish for wanting so. Reading this drains me. Reading this fills me with inspiration and joy and happiness and pain and anger and sadness.

I hope you don't find it just plain cringe that my emotions work like this. I hope that you reading this find comfort in knowing someone feels this way too. Thank you.

#sun rants

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johannesviii · 4 years ago

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So I guess I’m hyperfixating on Death Stranding at the moment

And since I’ve finally finished the story after playing it for like 100 hours over the course of seven months or so I guess I have Opinions(tm) about things I didn’t like in the game

They’re eating at my brain so I’m gonna put them all in a single post to get them out of my system once and for all so I can enjoy the rest in peace

Spoilers, obviously

Hi welcome back to ‘Johannes is obsessing over yet another video game with horror elements in it’! I guess!!

Our latest entry in that category was Until Dawn but since UD can be played in like 6/7 hours and I spent 100 hours of my life on DS, as you can guess we’re talking about a full-blown hyperfixation, the kind that physically hurts because I can’t focus on anything else even after having finished the storyline

But it was super gradual. Again, seven months. I barely made any progress from December to May because I was only doing side-deliveries at the beginning of Chapter 3 instead of... you know... advancing the plot. It became an honest-to-god special interest about two months ago, then 6 days ago while playing chapter 10 it reached hyperfixation levels and now I am in PAIN

I hate my brain

Anyhow

At first I wanted to list the good and the bad hings in it but there’s too many good things to list them all in full, excruciatingly long details, so

Very Quick And Very Incomplete List Of Good Things That I Love

It’s a post-apo game based on travel, logistics, and good will, and it straight up goes AGAINST the whole ‘survival of the fittest’ trope that SO MANY post-apo things try to push!! YES

I insist but it’s built on helping each other and keeping everyone alive, seriously that is my shit right there!

The online community is wholesome?? People leave stuff everywhere, you never see anyone but people put little helpful signs and send you likes, and in my game we almost managed to repair all the roads together

There’s so many new & strange allergies and disabilities and phobias in this post-apo world and? nobody is trying to ““fix”“ anyone?? Like Heartman with his padded floor and his little box that brings him back to life constantly. He’s just... living like that. Nobody’s going “hey maybe you should get another heart operation buddy”

The hero and his phobia of being touched. I. Loved. That. The quiet scenes when he was just talking with Fragile, sitting next to her. In any other context this would just be two people sitting next to each other and talking but it always feels so soft and intimate everytime he allows another human being to just. be next to him. I love it. I love them

Everyone crying constantly because of chiral allergy!!

I loved all the important characters bar one (Bridget/Amelie)!

Why is this walking simulator so enjoyable why am I enjoying the fact that holding L2 + R2 while walking feels like holding your backpack and that you have to relax at times just like you’d have to if you were actually holding a backpack

Seriously. Why

The atmosphere was so great, the music was fantastic and the visuals were on point. A E S T H E T I C

The ghosts!! The giant Beached Things!!! Chiral crystals look! like! creepy hands reaching for the SKY!!

THE RAIN DESTROYS THINGS AND KILLS PEOPLE BY ACCELERATING TIME THIS IS SO COOL SHUT UP

Everytime the game got surreal it was electrifying

THE SURREAL WAR SCENES ON CLIFF’S BEACH

Everyone is using emojis

There’s guys addicted to delivering packages in that game and they’re trying to steal our stuff and we’re like “haha they’re dumb” but we’re basically addicted to delivering packages as the player. So yeah that was pretty fun

Terrorists thinking humanity isn’t going extinct fast enough and wanting to just rip the bandaid and speed things up. Simple but effective concept

People ask for SUPER VITAL ITEMS right next to completely trivial stuff and I’m LIVING for it. “Please fetch my toy dinosaur”. I feel you dude

The most isolated characters are like "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS THING I LIKE" in your emails because they haven't had contact with other humans in years, it's super relatable

There’s a farm where people use the fact that Timefall rain accelerates time to grow food super quickly in one (1) Timefall and harvest everything just before it starts to die and I LOVE that detail of worldbuilding so much

YOU’RE FIGHTING BEACHED THINGS WITH YOUR OWN BODILY FLUIDS IT’S SO STUPID BUT ALSO SO COOL?? I love yeet-ing my own blood at eldritch entities

THE T W I S T S

All the fanservice (bar one detail that I’m gonna complain about later) is on dudes. This game reeeeeeally likes to show dudes naked or somewhat naked. Mostly the main character but this mocap also L O V E S Mads Mikkelsen and there’s a shit ton of homoerotic shots in there

I love Sam the antisocial papa wolf delivery man and if someone touches him or his baby again, I will cry

LOU. LOU LOU LOU PRECIOUS BABY I’D DIE FOR YOU. Wait I did

I love Fragile and how brave she is and how she keeps helping people even if most of them wrongly think she’s a terrorist and yes I will eat this cryptobiote thank you

I love soft science boi Heartman who keeps dying again and again and is a bit too much interested in bodily fluids

I love garbage man Higgs and how complex, funny and still somewhat tragic this memelord actually turned out to be in the end

Seriously I want to stop fixating on this character but you can’t give me YET ANOTHER character who wants to die but at the hands of someone else, that is unfair to do that right after my fixation on the new Doctor Who Master

So yeah Higgs is yet another character who makes me want to grab him by the lapels and shake him and yell WHY! ARE! YOU! LIKE! THIS! STOP! BEING! LIKE! THIS!!

Cliff broke all three of my feelings beautifully and in excruciatingly well-acted scenes that transcended the sometimes lackluster dialogue

John made me cry during That Scene

Mama your background was tragic and terrifying and you didn’t deserve any of this shit and I love you

Deadman was more funny than anything, really, but I still liked him even if he had no sense of personal space whatsoever and it clashed horribly with Sam’s phobias

The ending had some sad parts but was mostly positive, thank goodness

Now I’m gonna explain things I dislike and this looks long but it’s actually only 5 main things so I bolded them to avoid confusion

Things I really disliked (and could have been handled wayyyy better)

We all know it but Kojima isn’t a master of subtlety and some parts of the dialogue kept repeating the same informations again and again AND AGAIN and I was like “ok ok I get it”

The dialogue can be so bad at times seriously

Kojima is a bad writer there I said it

It was particularly annoying with Amelie/Bridget and the fact she’s a horrible person trying (and failing) to justify her actions wasn’t helping

Bridges protocols are incredibly intrusive. All of them. I know it’s framed as bad and Sam hates being spied on all the time and in the end he destroys the device that does that, but I wish someone else would openly criticise it in-game

I guess Deadman sort of did but still

Also I know the whole BB technology was Bridget’s idea, and since she’s the actual villain it’s framed as a twisted, evil thing during the ending, but I wish that had been framed like that much earlier ; a lot of Bridges employees just... seem to accept the idea that their employer is using premature babies and their dead mothers as useful, if disturbing, devices. They seem to justify it by “uh we stole that technology from terrorists” to try to cope with the idea but... yeah.

I mean, one of the points being made very early on is that Sam sees his BB as his child who must be protected at all costs instead of a detection device, but I really wish he wasn’t the only one to object to that thing

Again, the game DOES frame "using babies and their dead mothers as tools” as evil and twisted, I just wish it was given a lot more weight and way sooner

Now let’s talk about the Token Straight(tm) in this game

In any other kind of context it would be a joke! But Death Stranding literally has a Token Straight Guy!

I mean, there IS a few hetero couples among the Preppers. Not a lot, mind you. Like, there’s the Montaineer and his wife for instance. But they’re just there and it’s not what their side plot is about

No I’m talking about this piece of shit right there

This f█cking Junk Dealer guy complains the girl he loves is dead because of Bridges and emotionally blackmails us by sending us old holograms of her before her supposed death (somewhat disturbing holograms too because she looks... pretty young in them), then he sends us on what’s essentially a suicide mission in a BT infested zone, THEN when we give him proof she’s still alive and living in another bunker nearby, he won’t go there himself to check??

But SHE’s like “ok, bring me to him, then!”

He doesn’t deserve you, girl

I’ve already seen several people pointing out that carrying a woman as cargo on your back is... debatable at best and sexist at worst, but that part didn’t really bother me to be honest? She asked to be carried to him and it’s her choice. She was talking to us the entire way too, so that made things a lot less awkward. Also Sam has this phobia of being touched by other people so I bet carrying another human being on his back isn’t fun for him. It was also super stressful to do, to be honest.

And then there’s this EXTREMELY AWKWARD scene when they’re reunited and decide to get married, and thankfully Sam finds it just as awkward as we do because he’s standing super far away from the bunker in a “can’t they talk about this later - I’m right there” way. And I’m under the impression it was intended as cringy, in a “yeppp young people in love are Like That” sort of way, so I can accept that, to be honest. If you don’t take that scene seriously, it’s pretty fun in, again, a cringy sort of way

BUT

Then you receive more emails later and this piece of shit guy complains about her and he’s like “ugh WOMEN” or “marriage is the worst” and they end up divorced in record time and she goes back to her bunker

Which isn’t my problem with this subplot either, I promise I’m gonna explain myself eventually but this context is important. It’s okay to have characters who are pieces of shit like this guy who reeks of incel cologne. It’s alright. Not every character has to be a role-model. It’s good to have characters you can hate.

BUT THEN they get back together later to try to patch things up and you learn he was part of a gang who murdered her parents even though he protected her against the rest of the gang and that’s what I hated about that storyline. I guess if you squint it can be read as “this woman is making REALLY BAD life choices” but I read it as “he saved her so she owes him something, he can’t be entirely bad” and y i k e s this left such a bad taste in my mouth, good lord.

But yeah miss Chiral Artist you’re making really bad life choices please get away from this dude as soon as you can, thank you

Also don’t do this ‘sending Likes’ pose ever again, it was hilarious but also you made me use the word “cringy” several times in this paragraph even though I absolutely hate cringe culture, look what you made me do

Now I have to talk about a scene that was intentionally disturbing as hell but ONE (1) detail in it was disturbing for the wrong reasons

To be honest, I really don’t like the Metal Gear Solid games and one of the reasons is the rampant sexism in them so I... was kind of bracing myself for Death Stranding and expecting it to have at least SOME really bad fanservice with a woman at one point or another but to my surprise?? There was none? All the fanservice is on dudes??? Hello? I really liked that (well at some point Fragile takes a shower in our room but we see literally nothing except her shoulder and then Sam looks away)?? What a refreshing change

THAT BEING SAID

And if you played the game you know exactly what I’m about to talk about

Yep this is the part where Johannes complains about how the bomb flashback was shot

Ok so I guess I should also give some context in case someone is reading this but hasn’t played the game, but the deal with this scene is that our friend Fragile was betrayed by her colleague Higgs who used to be a porter but became a terrorist after meeting the “main“ villain of the game. First he secretly put a thermonuclear bomb in one of her deliveries so she’d nuke an entire city without even knowing it, and everyone after that thought she was a terrorist. And then he tried to do that shit A SECOND TIME, but she noticed and decided to toss the second nuke into a bottomless lake of tar. But he caught her just before she reached the lake and he decided to give her a sadistic choice, which was “teleport away and the bomb stays there and nukes the city, or carry it to the lake but only in your underwear under this rain that speeds up time and it will do enormous damage to your health and your body”

And of course being the hero she is, she decides to take the second option

And it’s an incredibly disturbing scene and it’s genuinely hard to watch

But it’s also the ONLY time a woman is in her underwear in this entire game and there’s A COUPLE of shots that were male-gaze-y at the beginning before she started to run and the really horrific part started.

So in a way I guess it could have been worse? way worse, even

But it still tarnishes an otherwise disturbing (and harrowing at times ; seriously I know I’m oversensitive but it was physically painful to watch) scene with unnecessary shots

We know Fragile had a young body before this happened, this isn’t the point of this scene, guys

Whoever decided to keep these shots (probably Kojima let’s face it), that is bad and you should feel bad

Idk how to do a visual transition for that next one because I do not want to screen that memo

So here’s a screenshot with a nice landscape instead

tw: acephobia

Now I have to talk about something I like the GENERAL IDEA of, but not how the IN-GAME MATERIAL ABOUT IT was written

Because I have to talk about that “asexual world” memo

First I have to say that I absolutely love the fact that a mainstream game openly says in-game “this future is full of asexual people" and?? it’s just that, it’s a part of this world. That’s just how things are. It’s normalised. I love it. For crying out loud this memo has the word demisexual in it. I can’t think of any other mainstream game that had this word in it so far.

It should have stopped there and let me enjoy that in peace but it didn’t

THE MEMO ITSELF WAS CLEARLY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THESE CONCEPTS and there’s some really bad stuff there. I’d say it’s accidental acephobia but it’s still there. I’m not the best person to talk about this because I’m bi, but it still rubbed me the wrong way

The words this memo uses near the beginning are “"sexless lifestyle” among young people” and yikes, my dude. “Lifestyle”, uh? Really?

And then it goes on about how these new labels were already more and more common “among young people before the Death Stranding” and it also rubs me the wrong way, in a “wow young people and their weird labels lol” sort of queerphobic way?

However I’ve seen a post pointing out that the line “One theory posits that the Stranding accelerated the proliferation of these sexualities” was maybe a way of saying ‘yo asexuals are causing the end of the world’ but... I don’t see it, tbh? In the context of the game, society is extremely divided and a lot of people live in complete isolation and social norms have heavily shifted and it’s kind of normal that there’s queer people visible everywhere now, aces included obviously, because nobody’s bothering to hide it anymore. It’s a post-apocalyptic world! People are just being themselves! A lot of characters also seem to be bi/pan! They’re just vibing ok

At least that’s how I read that part, I can understand if someone had a problem with that bit but I didn’t

BUT! THAT’S NOT ALL because the memo concludes (I’m paraphrasing) “the birth rate has dropped, which might be a problem, but harassment and assault have also dropped, which is good, so idk it’s 50/50″ and. like. I get the intention. But it’s clumsy as hell and very bad. Please don’t confuse abuse of power and attraction. They don’t go hand in hand. Don’t do that. Please. And you know that aces can have kids if they want to, right. Come on. It’s 2020 my dude. This shit is harmful

Also. Like. It’s the end of the world in this game. People don’t want kids. It... has nothing to do with aces. Reality itself is crashing down. People are reluctant to have kids because reality.exe might f█cking crash down at any given moment!

Or a Beached Thing could VoidOut their city!

Or someone might send them a nuke, not naming names!!

Anyway!!!

It’s really badly written and whoever wrote it should educate themselves and maybe get an ace to re-read their stuff next time??

Again I’m not the right person to talk about acephobia and I bet an actual ace would have plenty more to say about this

Thankfully it’s a memo written in-game by a random Bridges councellor and NOT by any important character that we actually know

"I must preempt myself by admitting that I do not have any empirical data" yeah so, f█ck off maybe

So I’m just gonna call that guy “another piece of shit character” but it still doesn’t excuse the fact that the memo was written by someone who thought it was a good idea to put it in the game

Just let me enjoy my super queer post-apo world in peace and don’t write shit like that in your game thank you and goodbye

Minor stuff I also disliked but it wasn’t as awful

I get that Sam is upset at the end because Lou is dying but the way he said goodbye to Fragile broke my heart. It was abrupt and you KNOW he’s upset and wants to have nothing to do with Bridges anymore and that’s very understandable but it isn’t her fault

Seriously I want them to be friends again

I’m gonna pretend they’re friends again after Lou is saved and that Sam is a freelance porter again and sometimes their paths cross and they just talk together in the middle of nowhere and share cryptobiotes

The pacing is weird, there’s this deluge of plot in the beginning and the end but not much in the middle?

The BT boss fights could have been these epic Shadow of the Colossus showdowns but no, they were relatively standard boss fights. Wasted opportunity

The running on the Beach scene sdfghjhgfdsdfghjhgf that was... dumb

A lot of preppers are interesting in one way or another but some are just boring. Also I wish the design of their bunkers was more varied

Amelie/Bridget’s motivations are all over the place, both creating Bridges AND the Demens is... a lot? I know she both WANTS and DOESN’T want the actual, final end of the world to happen but that is a lot to take in and it’s all very confusing

Who the hell cares about ‘rebuilding America’ I just want to build a network where people can help each other

The ‘likes’ are fun but don’t make much sense

In conclusion

Death Stranding Good

Some stuff Bad

Some stuff Very Bad (but it’s just one memo out of 100+ memos, thank god)

I’m still hyperfixating

Send help

#death stranding #long post #eye contact tw #acephobia tw #from a minor unamed character but still it's there

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liliesoftherain · 5 years ago

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 5 The Fight of U.S.J Part 2

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Chapter 5! Thanks for the wait guy! I’ll be updating more often soon, especially after finals are over and I have the chance to relax. TAG LIST: @rizamendoza808 ! (:

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You guys were running fast, trying to make it to the center of the training facility in good time. You were behind the boys, trying to keep up but their legs were so damn long.

"What's the matter short stuff, can't keep up?" Kirishima snickered at you, looking back to see your face flush in embarrassment.

"You're calling me nicknames now too Eijiro? What's it with you two."

"I am obviously better at it than Bokugou, I mean short stuff sounds way funnier than glitter bomb, makes more sense too."

"Look it's not my fault you guys have super long legs okay." You ignore his comment, going back to the previous topic.

"Why (y/n), have you been checking us out," Kirishima flexed, "I mean we are handsome and manly young men but that's a little perverted don't you think." You could hear the smug attitude in his voice, causing your face to go an even darker shade of red.

You then used your quirk for a second to help you push yourself into the lead, making sure to knock shoulders with him as you did so. You huffed, legs burning not just from the physical activities you've taken part of today, but also your quirk usage.

"Shut it! I'm not a p-pervert! Shouldn't you be focusing on the task at hand?"

"Both of you need to shut your traps and focus before I kick your asses." Bakugou quipped, rolling his eyes at the whole, in his opinion, disgusting scene.

You all heard a loud crash coming towards the entrance and wondered what could be happening now.

"Have the pros arrived?" Kirishima asked, you squinted and saw more smoke circling around, and shouts of battle were heard.

Another large collision happened towards where you were all running, causing the three of you to move even faster.

When finally approaching the smoked filled area, you saw AllMight holding onto, and being held by, a giant black bird-like mutant. Being tangled together by the warp-guy and his quirky body. A flash of green crossed your vision, rushing towards them both.

You cursed under your breath, willing yourself to hurry up before it was too late. Izuku couldn't slow down and he was going to be absorbed by that stupid warping quirk!

Another blur whizzed by you, this time it being Bakugou as he lunged forward, his palm emitting his explosions and aiming it right at the villain.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY DEKU!" You skid to a stop next to Eijiro as Bakugou took down the shadowy figure.

A chill made its way down your body, looking toward your right you saw Todoroki freezing the mutant.

"One of your poorly trained thugs told me you think you can kill AllMight, and that's why you're here. " He said void of emotion.

His quick thinking allowed AllMight to remove himself from the mutants clutches. and spring away.

You and Kirishima needed no words, a strong look was all it took before you two charged at the man with the snow white hair. You didn't know his power, his part in this, but you just knew it was because of him this was happening.

You both jumped up and aimed, you were careful to avoid Kirishima while you sent a bolt of light at the man, hoping to keep some distance since you had no idea what his quirk was. He was able to dodge you both, but only barley and you almost managed to slice him with your heat, unfortunately only able to singe a strand of hair.

Backing off, you ignored Kirishima's grunt of frustration by wanting to be cool and landing a hit. You ended up in between Bakugou and Todoroki, barely registering Midoriya behind you while you kept your focus on the man in front of you. His battle outfit had you feeling uneasy, so many hands grabbing at him, it looked straight out of a horror film.

"Guess I found your body that time you smokey bastard." Bakugou sneered down at his prey, his stare daring him to move.

"The symbol of peace will not be defeated by delinquents like you." Todoroki stated, his tone definitely matching his quirk.

Sniffling came from behind and you instantly knew who it was from

"Kaachan... everyone."

"Izuku wipe your eyes and stand tall, this isn't the time to be letting your guard down." You told him sternly. You heard shuffling then a grunt, and assumed he had stopped.

Right now wasn't the time to let emotions overtake you, these guys were better than the low levelers you fought previously. The villain you attacked had his face blocked by another one of those hands, but even without looking you could sense the frustration. He slowly raised his hand, and you raised your guard in return. However, he just touched the hair you burned and stood there.

His hand tightened as he started to tug at it, and you all grew confused as he simultaneously yanked at his hair and ferociously scratched his neck. The scratching was making his skin blotch red, and you swore it was leaving thin lines of blood. He seemed to be breaking down till he suddenly stopped.

"Kurogiri, how could you let these brats... how could you let one get the best of you? You're causing a lot of trouble here." He sneered.

"You got careless you dumb villain," Bakugou smirked with pride, at being the 'brat' who took him down. "It wasn't hard to figure out why you wear armor on certain parts of your body. Back then you used the mist as a cover up, that's why we first missed."

"No reason to wear armor if you don't have a body. Which means he's not immune to physical attacks if well aimed." You said to yourself, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear you.

This Kurogiri moved, and in return Bakugou sent a hot explosion as a warning.

"Don't move, you try anything funny and I'll blow your ass up so bad that they'll be piecing you back together for weeks."

"Oh that doesn't sound very heroic haha.." Kirishima muttered nervously, you were thinking the same thing so you looked at the hot head on the ground and spoke teasingly.

"Geez what a guy, always has the right words to say. My hero. " His eyes stay firm on the villain on the ground but you saw a light flush cross his cheeks. You both must have really been pissing him off today.

"They escaped uninjured and captured my two strongest men. You kids these days... really are amazing. Making the League of Villains look like amateurs.. Nomu." The man spoke to the mutated bird. And like being commanded, the mutant moved. Even though he was trapped by Todoroki's ice, he was still moving.

You all gasped as he lifted himself out of the warp prison, letting his limbs break off as if no physical pain mattered while crouching down.

"How is that thing still moving?" The sound of Midoriya's voice said what was on everyone's mind, and you were sure your face matched Todoroki's. Full of disbelief.

"Stay back everybody!" AllMight's shout was drowned out as the ice on the mutants severed limbs busted off, creating a loud shattering noise. The muscles and tendons and everything else in between started to grow back, and looking at it made you want to gag.

"What is this? You said his quirk was shock absorption!" AllMight yelled.

"I didn't say that was his only quirk, he also has super regeneration." The ring leader replied.

'What the hell?' You thought, 'Two quirks, that aren't related at all. What's going on?'

"Nomu is modified to take you on even at 100% of your power. He's basically a highly efficient punching bag, that'll hit back. But first," The villain continued, " we need to free our method of escape. Get him Nomu."

You looked at Bakugou eyes wide in fear and tried to grab him, but before you could even raise your hand you were thrown back by a large gust of wind. You collided with someone, feeling arms wrap around your waist as you landed on them. Then feeling another body topple onto you.

The breath escaped your lungs but you didn't care about who you were being sandwiched by, the only thing on your mind was if Bakugou was okay. The smoke in the area cleared and you saw the Nomu guy crouching by his comrade, fist out like he had just swung.

"Bakugou!" You yelled, at the same time Izuku yelling out for him too.

"That's my ear you're yelling in glitter bomb." You sucked in a breath as you finally saw it was indeed Bakugou who was on top of you. He rolled off landing on his butt in a seated position, you too rolled off of whoever you landed on.

"Sorry Todoroki." He said nothing but simply stood up and picked you up with him. You allowed him to help you stand, looking where Bakugou was still on the ground.

"Bakugou? What just happened?"

"Wow Kaachan you managed to dodge him!"

"Shut up, no I didn't you damn nerd." His pupils dilated in shock as he looked where he once was.

"Then how did you get over here?" Kirishima questioned, and you all stared at the skid marks in the ground that lead your gazes to a hole in one of the concrete walls.

"Isn't it obvious." Todoroki cut in, and when the dust cleared from that area you saw it was AllMight who had rushed in and took the blow for Bakugou.

He was breathing heavily, that punch seemed to take a lot out of him. You gulped as you thought about how it would've affected Bakugou if he was the one to get hit versus AllMight taking the damage.

"These are kids and you didn't hold back!?" AllMight was furious.

"I didn't have much of a choice, that boy was threatening my companion. Besides, these kids are no angels. The plain looking gone? He tried to kill me with a maxed out punch." Turning to stare at Izuku, he looked taken aback.

"And the girl," He pointed to you, and now you were the one who felt taken aback, " that heat ray of hers would have seriously wounded me if I hadn't dodged. What kind of heroes do that. You think you can get away with being as violent as you want because you say it's for the sake of others. " His hands raised once again, trembling as he spoke.

"But you know what AllMight? That really pisses me off. Why do people get to decide that some violent acts are heroic while others are villainous. Who has the authority to pass judgment on whats good and what's evil. You're no symbol of peace, you're just another government toy they use to condone violence. Doesn't violence always breed more violence? It'll never end, and I'll make sure the world understands that when you're dead."

"You're nothing but a lunatic." AllMight countered, "Criminals like you always try to make your actions justified, but admit it, you're only doing this for your own selfish desires!"

"We've got them outnumbered." Todoroki's voice chimes in, breaking the silence between you students.

"As long as we stay smart we may have the upper hand." You chewed your lip, feeling a bit tired from how many times you used your quirk today, but with the blood rushing in your ears and adrenaline pumping through your veins there was no way you'd throw in the towel now.

"Kaachan found the mist guys weakness, so there's one advantage right there."

"These dudes may act really tough, but we could take them down now with AllMight's help," Kirishima said, activating his quirk, "heh, let's do this."

"Don't attack!" AllMight yelled, walking straight at the villains. His back facing you five while he raised his hand in an attempt to block you. "Get out of here!"

"You would've been in trouble earlier if it weren't for me remember? You need our help."

Side-eyeing Todoroki, you thought he was being awfully cocky but you kept your mouth shut. Because while it was pretty rude, it was somewhat true. AllMight was in the Nomu mutants clutches before Todoroki had frozen his limbs and giving him time to make an escape.

"I thank you for your assistance, but this is different!" AllMight's hand formed a fist, glancing behind with a tight smile.

"Just sit back and watch a pro at work!"

"But you're too hurt, you're bleeding! You're almost out of tim-" Izuku cut himself short, looking at you and making eye contact as he put his hand against his mouth.

You raised a brow questioningly, but looked away. Now was not the time for distractions, however interesting they may be. A warmth filled your heart as you saw AllMight's signature thumbs up. You remember being little and loving to see him and his victories broadcasted. While your favorite pro had always been, and always would be, your father: you always had looked up to AllMight.

"Nomu, Kurogiri, kill him. I'll deal with the pesky children. Let's clear this level and go home."

The leader of the group ran at you guys, and you put up your defenses ready to attack when you felt a gust of wind. You saw the leader fly back, catching himself so he didn't fall over, but now there was more space between you.

Watching AllMight this close was pretty amazing, noticing his continuous punches were going so fast you could barely see them. The force was extreme, making you crouch low to keep from being blown away. You felt something hard from behind you and saw Eijiro harden his body to add more weight, and place himself behind you as a support.

"He's going to fight that brain guy head on!?" Izuku yelled, clenching his teeth and shielding his eyes against the winds.

"Woah, they're so fast!" Eijior's voice was in your ear, and you couldn't help but shudder. While this wasn't the time to be flustered, it was hard not to be when he was breathing down your neck.

"Your quirk is shock absorption, not nullification, so there's only a limit on what you can take right!" AllMight concluded, his assault on the bird-brain never faltering.

Punch after punch it was showing that the Nomu was starting to slow down. Even though he was still going strong, compared to the beginning of the fight this was nothing. Well, to AllMight at least. No matter how confident you were, you knew you wouldn't be able to take it head on.

"You were made to fight me at 100% big guy? Well, lets see how you fare when I go beyond that and force you to surrender!"

Seeing the blood dripping down his forehead, his ripped clothing, and his non-smiling face made you want to cry. This was the symbol of peace, and he was giving it his all to make that statement true. To keep you all safe.

His punches were calculated, it may have been hard for any other person to tell, but you and your friends could see it. Plus, every single one of those hits was more than.. 100% of his power. You could not believe it, that someone was strong enough to handle that much power of their quirk.

Another large attacked sent the Nomu flying back, AllMight not wasting any time and jumping for him.

"A real hero will always find a way for justice to be served!"

The two clashed head on, the Nomu attacking relentlessly but AllMight still had the upper hand. The concrete ground beneath them was breaking into large chunks as they both dodged attacks, until finally the Nomu was caught by the arm, and was tossed to the ground after being spun around and then thrown over AllMight's shoulder.

Someone let out a strangled gasp next to you but you were unable to tell who did it, you were transfixed on the sight before you. The most intense battle you've ever seen was merely a few feet away, so close you felt the power off of every hit.

"Now for a lesson. You may have heard these words before, but I'll teach you their true meaning. "

His power only continued increasing, so much that it became a physical light you could see gathering in his palm.

"GO BEYOND. PLUS ULTRA!" The force of AllMight's last punch sent the Nomu back way farther than any previous knockouts. He literally went straight through the glass dome ceiling, causing shards to fall haphazardly below and lights to explode. The entire place was shaking from his force, and you stared out at him until he disappeared from view.

"That was like the finishing move from a video game! He beat the shock abortion right out of him! I've never seen that type of brute strength." Kirishima's jaw dropped, eyes sparkling in wonder.

"That was amazing, I can't even see him anymore, just how powerful was that punch?!" Your jaw dropping as well, still trying to see if you could catch a glimpse of the mutant, but to no avail.

"Imagine having power like that," Bakugou gulped, "he must've been punching that monster so fast he had no time to regenerate."

"I really have gotten weaker!" AllMight smiled, a fist raised in victory at you guys, "Back in my heyday, 5 hits would have been enough to knock that guy out. But today it took more than 300 mighty blows!"

You smiled at the large grin on his face, till you noticed his body was smoking. At first you tried to play it off as the dust clearing from around him, yet there was no mistake. You knew what it looked like because it happened to you.

When you overexert your quirk, your body begins to overheat due to the photons in your body replenishing itself, and from the constant use. So you smoked because it’s your body's way of sweating. You sweat to cool down, but your body needed more than that, so it literally steals and evaporates the water from inside your body to lower your body temperature. It sucks, so you have to pour water not only on yourself but chug a ton too to keep yourself from passing out.

'Maybe it's a consequence of using too much power like me?' You thought, hoping he would be alright.

"You've been bested villains!" The smile never leaving his face, so he must've not been worried about his smoking body. You relaxed, knowing AllMight had full control over the situation.

The leader was shaking heavily, hands twitching and you saw the anger in his stance.

"Surrender, we all want to get this over with quickly!"

"He.. cheated.." He brought his hand back up to his neck, scratching even worse than earlier.

He was clawing at his neck and muttering to himself, it was hard to make out what he was hearing, but it was something about how he was lied to and AllMight is strong as he's always been.

"What's wrong!" AllMight’s voice made their leader stop the scratching in favor of looking towards the hero.

"Not attacking me? Didn't you say you were going to clear this level earlier? Well come and get me. If you dare." The hardness in the hero's eyes made it hard to remember that this was the same person who had just smiled at you all not even a couple of seconds ago. The leader flinched back, raising arms as if trying to protect himself.

"Man, this is intense." Bakugou said, barely a whisper.

"As expected, there is no reason for us to fight now, he'll handle it." You all agreed with Todoroki, turning to walk away, but saw Izuku still hadn't budged.

"C'mon Izuku, let's regroup with everyone else. We don't want to get in his way." You waited for him to budge but he didn't still staring straight at AllMight, although his back was facing you so you couldn't see his face.

"What are you scared?" You heard AllMight bellow, you furrowed your eyebrows at Izuku.

"Earth to Midoriya? Are you okay?" You walked closer, reaching out to put an arm on his shoulder.

He didn't flinch when you did, but didn't make any move to acknowledge you either. The villain's nervous tick made you look again and this time it made your eyes open wide. He was slicing his neck with his own nails, blood running down to dip underneath his black shirt. The warp guy was trying to calm him down but he kept scratching and scratching, till he stopped due to Kurogiri's words of encouragement.

Around you all, you noticed many of the other lower level villains starting to stir, and you felt your stomach churn. Even though you knew AllMight was strong enough to take them all on, you still felt something was off deep in your gut.

"I'm sure we still have a few minutes till their reinforcements arrive. If we work together, we have a chance to kill AllMight, Tomura Shigaraki!" Kurogiri laughed.

"Yeah.." The boss named Shigaraki let his hands fall, red blood tainting the tips of his fingers and still coming up in small clots. "Yeah you're right, this is it. We have no choice. We have to do it now."

You heard more shuffling and villains starting to surround you all.

"I'm pretty sure he can handle those two, let's make sure these guys don't get in the way!" Kirishima let his quirk harden his hands, standing next to Bakugou. You made brief eye contact with Todoroki as he then looked at Midoriya. You too turned back to look, squeezing his shoulder.

"Will you fight with us Izuku?" You whispered, taking the question right out of Todoroki's mind.

He still gave no indication of hearing you, so you removed your hand and sighed. Next thing you knew he wasn't there, and a sound of surprise left your mouth as you saw he was heading straight for the three adults.

"Woah what the hell Midoriya!" Kirishima shouted but it fell on deaf ears.

Izuku's legs were dangling while he was midair, and you assumed he had broken them to go that fast.

"Fucking hell Izuku." You gritted out and moved.

You saw he was aiming for the warp guy and your body acted without thinking. Feeling the familiar heat spread throughout your body and the bright glow that bounced off of you was all that it took before sprinting forward, getting to Izuku before he fell into the trap. Tossing him out of the way you were trying to move yourself but you were already too close. Plus, your body had to power down to grab Izuku, so now you were feeling the drawback of using your speed. Body overheating exponentially so you had no power or control to move out of the way quick enough.

A hand popped out of the black mist and all you could do was brace yourself. You heard shouts of your name and noises all around. But they faded out, and all you managed to hear was the loud ringing of their leaders insane laugh. This was it, you didn't know what was going to happen. Even so, you felt no regrets, knowing you helped put a friend, someone in need, and that was all that mattered.

Blood splattered on your face as the hand was drawn away and you crashed to the ground. You quickly used whatever energy you had left and rolled out of the way, hearing the relief in AllMight's voice as he said two words.

"They're here!”

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Saviour : Chapter 21

"Why is it that every time you train with Vice Admiral you get injured so much?" Zack sighed as he put a band aid on Emilia's forehead. The child in-front of him had a bruise which now attained a blueish color and a bulge. "It never happens when Bogard-San trains you."

Emilia raised her hands and pressed on the band-aid and nervously laughed. "Garp-san has always been rough with his training. I used to run away from him when ever I got the chance back in Goa Kingdom."

"So.." Zack continued as he started putting his stuff back into the first aid box. "What was the training this time?"

Zack mentally prepared himself. Garp had always made up stupid training because he always felt left out when Bogard would train Emilia.

Just last week, the old man tied Emilia on a rope and threw her out of their marine ship.

"Gah?!" Zack shouted, panicking as Emilia, almost drowning , struggled to stay afloat since her arms were also tied up. "What are you doing Vice-Admiral?! Emilia will drown!"

"GAHAHA!" The old man crossed his arms and laughed proudly. "With this training Emilia will become one with the sea and become much stronger!"

"You do realize that doesn't make sense right?!"

"Huh...Are you doubting my training?" Garp stopped laughing and glared at Zack making him shiver under his gaze. "Guess you also need some training."

Garp also tied a rope around Zack and threw him off the ship and anyone who questioned his training method. And at the end of the day more than half of squad were in the sea, struggling to survive and fighting off any sea monsters.

"He blindfolded me and made me put of some ear plugs to cancel the sound. After that he beat me with my kendo stick." Emilia pouted. Although it might sound insane and impossible to counter back,she did think it might be helpful.

Without sight or hearing ability you start paying attention to every detail making you haki much stronger. But at the level she was in, all she got as a full on beating from the merciless Vice admiral.

Zack sighed. He goes too far sometimes but we cant go against him...

Just then something crossed his mind. "Emilia are you free during our break next week?" He smiled.

"You do know I am 10 turning 11 years right? How old are you?? 30?" Emilia said in a stoic tone. "And you call your self a marine..heh..."

Zack stilled for a moment before his face turned red in embarrassment at what Emilia was implying. "That's not what I meant! I'm not asking you on a date!!! Also I'm just 23!"

Emilia bringing her hands covering her mouth giggled. "I was joking" she then look at him in his eyes and smiled. "What is it?"

"I uh..." Zack scratched his hands at the back of his hands face blushing a bit. "I thought I would like you to meet my girlfriend"

Emilia eyes widened a bit.

"You know we have started dating for a while but I liked her from way before and ..." The man continued on.

"Why" Emilia's soft voice questioned making the guys stop his ramble.

"Why not?" Zack said as he smiled. "We've known each other for almost 2 years now Emilia and now I want the two people precious to me meet, that's all!"

This was the first time in a while,at least ever since she left Goa kingdom, her heart filled with joy giving her a giddy experience.

"No that not what my question meant. Why would anyone be dating you??" Emilia lied, just to tease him abit.

"I swear you're nice to everyone except me."

"That's because I feel comfortable enough to do that to you"

.....

"Emilia!" Garp called out looking at the girl who was simply looking at the sea with a dazed look. The weather was good and she didn't have anything to do.

Hearing her name being called out she turned around and faced Garp, slightly tilting her head.

"Starting tomorrow we will have a break of 3 days. I'm thinking of going to Goa Kingdom" Garp said as he put his hands in his pocket and walked towards the girl. "Do you want to come as well? You can meet the boys."

"No." Emilia simply said

"Eh...what did you say." His eyebrows knitted her asked. She didn't want to go with him...or meet the boys...? Was his precious granddaughter in her rebellious phase...?

"I've made plans with Zack so I'm going with him tomorrow." Emilia explained.

Zack who heard the conversation,gulped loudly.

Garp's face was blank for a few seconds before he shouted.

"ZACK!!! HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY PRECIOUS GRANDDAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME?!".

...

Emilia walked beside Zack. They were currently in marine ford headquarters and as some of you may know beside the Main offices at the center there are residential areas at the sides.They were currently headed there.

Emilia looked at Zack holding a bouquet in his hands,a small smile on his face, obviously looking forward to meet his lover. Emilia also noted that she didn't have to walk fast next to him unlike when she did when ever she was walking beside Garp or any of the other grown ups. Zack simply slowed his pace down so that's she could walk without rushing him self.

Soon they reached in front of a door of a small house. Inhaling deeply Zack knocked. This man was really out there getting nervous to see his own lover. This almost made Emilia want to tease him then and there.

Few seconds later the door creaked open. A woman with short blonde hair and green eyes appear her face showed a surprise expression at first and then a wide smile formed.

"Zack!" The woman laughed and opened her arms and jumped towards the man attempting to hug him.

"Wait Claire!!!"

"AH!!! THE BOUQUET!!!"

......

"Hehehe Sorry about that." Claire said, face a bit red,blushing. "And you are?"

"My name is Emilia. Ainsworth Emilia." Emilia replied as she sat down on the chair of their dining table. "Currently I'm waiting to get older so that I join the marine. Till then I will still be with the marine crew but I wont be able to do any official work." She explained assuming that Claire will soon ask what she was doing with the marine.

"Eh? Marine. Directly at the age of 13?"Claire gasped "How old are you right now?"

"I'll be turning 11 soon."

Claire eyes widened and the strayed to look at Zack asking for confirmation.

"Sorry the say this but she is right. That little girl doesn't act liked her age at all. Even her strength is like an elephant" Zack sighed "Must be from Garp's side of the family" he muttered as he picked his cup from the table and sipped on his tea.

Emilia eyes widened slightly... She forgot to tell him Garp and her aren't related by blood...

"You!" Claire raised her hands and smacked the back of Zack's head making his choke on his drink and Emilia winch at the sound of him getting hit. That must have hurt.

"What was that for?" Zack managed to say in between his cough,hands at the back of his head rubbing it to sooth the pain even abit.

"You should never compare a lady to an elephant,dear!" Claire shouted. "On top look at Emilia! There no denying that girl is really beautiful! Super cute!!" She pointed at Emilia.

Zack's eye twitched and look at Emilia only to get annoyed at her giving him a smug expression. This brat is enjoying this...

"Claire,I didn't notice that at all!" Zack said as he held Claire's hand. "That must be because no one is more beautiful than you" Zack said ,hoping his lover wont be angry at him anymore with this cheesy line. Emilia really tried her best to hold back her expression. She almost gagged in disgust at the show of affection in front of her.

Claire eyes widened and a blush formed on her face. "Oh you!! You make me blush!" Claire brought one hand on her face,smiling and the other hand slapped Zack making him fall from his chair.

"ACK!"

.....

Emilia watched Claire chop some vegetables. Right now Claire was making lunch for them. Zack had currently went out to buys some meat, Claire wanted in her beef stew.

"Do you want me to help,Claire san? " Emilia asked as she walked towards the blonde woman.

"Claire is fine." She corrected Emilia." And Emilia you're the guest. You can just sit down and relax. Besides I'm almost done chopping these up haha."

Emilia didn't move. It made her feel abit awkward, going away when someone was working also since back in Goa kingdom, it was Emilia who did most of the cooking,after all those boys were horrible at it.

"Emilia..." Claire said as she put her knife down and walked towards the sink to wash her hands. "Can..Can you tell me how Zack is at work?"

Emilia said nothing for a few seconds.

Claire laughed abit. "You see..." she started "He never really talks about these and always avoids talking about it... He isn't strong at all but he always wanted to be a marine. He accepted his weakness and so then studied really hard so he can get in as a navigator in the marine."

"But he probably still feels abit insecure by it." Claire's eyes dropped and smiled sadly. "But for me...Since I knowing how hard he always worked always made me proud of him..."

After that there was a brief silence.

"He is weak." Emilia said. Claire's eyes widened at the girl's bluntness. "Even I can also probably beat him. He panics every time we face an enemy..."

"But then he always makes sure to check up on me and make sure I am safe...He is the friendliest and kindest person in the crew. Even when I joined that crew, he was one of the first people who treated me as a person and not a burden since most thought of it that way as i am a child."

"He is also very knowledgeable" She continued. "He really taught me alot related to navigation. He is also one of the few people who I've opened up to."

"He gets frustrated when I make fun of him but then he never actually gets angry. That's the kind of person he is.Everyone on the ships likes him." Emilia smiled. "So I don't think you have to worry, Claire. And even if there is danger,I'll be sure to protect him."

Claire teared up and kneeled down to hug Emilia ,smiling "Thank you, Emilia".

If me and Zack will ever have a child, I want the child to be like you, Emilia.

"I'm Back!"

Zack shouted from the entrance and walked directly towards the kitchen. "Here Claire."

"Thank you ,darling." Claire said taking the grocery bag from Zack, kissing his cheeks and walking towards the kitchen.

"Emilia." Zack called out. "Follow me" he said and walked towards another room.

Confused but nevertheless Emilia followed Zack in a room. Zack opened the room. It was filled with boxes stacked one on top of another. Zack then crouched down and took out one of the boxes. A rectangular looking box which was quite long.

He blew on top of the box to make the dust go way and then opened it.

"What is it?" Emilia questioned curiously, trying to peek to see what was in the box.

"Here" Zack pulled out the item and handed it to Emilia.

"A sword..." Emilia was surprised.

"It was my grandfather's. He used this when he was also in the marine." Zack explained. "My dad didn't want to be a marine so this sword was directly given to me by my grandfather before he passed away."

"Is...Is it okay for me to have this?" Emilia asked gripping gently on the sword. "It must be precious to you..."

"It is." Zack smiled. "But I don't know how to use this nor do I think I can ever fight."

Zack brought his hands up and placed them on Emilia's head. "Besides it's always better to make use of things. Take good care of it,Emilia"

"I will."

"Also Emilia " Zack continued,making the girl look at it. He closed the previous one box and slid it to it's original place. "That sword has a name."

"A name..." Emilia whispered. This sword was a meitou.

"The name is Tenryu" He said. "Beautiful name,isn't it?" The question making Emilia nod.

Emilia was touched. For Zack to give something of such importance for him to her.

"But it looks like you'll have to grow more,for you to use it. Hahahaha" Zack laughed. "That sword is longer than you."

Maybe now was the moment to see if the sword got blunt or not. Emilia glared at Zack.

Just then Calire called out from the kitchen saying the lunch was ready. The food was delicious, The couple infront of Emilia were cheerful and kind. This made her feel as if she was back...back in her own world...

I miss them...

......

A/N: This chapter and few coming chapter will have alot of time skips and few more new characters which are not there in the canon One Piece will be introduced.

So I would like to apologize in advance if that may bore you.

Anyways Thank you for reading and Be Safe!

#one piece #one piece ace #one piece sabo #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #portgas d ace #ace #ace imagine #saviour #sabo #luffy

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ihavesomethingtoaskofyou · 4 years ago

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Not related to Seteth that much, but just wanted to say regarding this new chapter in FEH after reading your post about it- 1: I agree with all your points. 2: If you haven't played it yet, please do. It clears up a few things you've mentioned, though the story is still confusing as ever

YEAH I did actually. I’m still... Man. This story just threw me into a loop. I never Made a post after he actual chapter came out. because I’ve still been trying to figure out how I feel about it.

But thank you so much for sending this in! I’ve really been thinking about making another post discussing this but never got around to it because I didn’t want to turn this into a “Lin has feelings and opinions about FEH” blog. Though there is an Alfonse ask blog if y’all want my opinions on FEH there.

To also just mention this- I live where FEH resets is midnight but atm where I am it’s three am and I deadass stayed up until three for this chapter and BOY do I have opinions. Last time I stayed up for FEH reset where it was at three intentionally was Mila banner so I could summon for Líf. As much as I always say FEH bad and FEH stinky, I’m so attached to Alfonse that I’m the fool here.

This is going to be long because I’m going to mention a few things I’ve thought about since the midpoint and just going back to it. But basically, a whole bunch of things relating to Book IV and Book III because those are the only two really relevant anymore (thank you IntSys for at least attempting to make Veronica relevant. Maybe we should get her and Bruno as units and not their alts and more about them-)

ALSO WHEN I WENT BACK IN THE CHAPTER FOR THIS LET ME JUST SAY

Why does when you’re engaging an enemy does it look like you’re in front of the summoning stone. At least in the last part of the chapter. Please IntSys, this chapter already brought me enough pain.

A lot of this is may seem like “Wow that’s obvious” but still.

Starting with the beginning of the book, and all of it really. It’s so confusing. And what did this really... Have to do with the “plot”. It’s like IntSys forgot about the Embla and the conflict with Askr. Sure, Book II was somewhat related, and Book III was actually pretty related with the whole Líf/Alfonse and Thrasir/Veronica thing. Book IV finally doesn’t feel as disconnected from the rest of the “plot” (I say “plot” because it’s a tough subject on what the plot of FEH is) as the whole, “He died because of what happened in Hel/with Hel” thing. Book IV is literally some fever dream.

Alfonse being dead did not hit me well. Now this may sound childish, but when FEH first came out, I had finally moved back to my home state yet was still alone and all. All the friends I had left me one way or another over the years so when I first started playing, Alfonse was instantly one of my favourites. It wasn’t an “Oh haha he’s hot” thing but more of a “He gets it”. So with the whole Kiran is actual Alfonse detail?

Yeah me too.

With Kiran being from our world, you’d assume shitty things happened to them. It’s our world after all. So one could assume, going to Zenith was probably nice for them. Again, we don’t have any information about Kiran because they’re supposed to be us, but by the way Kiran hasn’t tried to leave yet (Unless they have and IntSys just. Didn’t show us until sometime later to fuck everything over) they wanted to stay. It makes sense they would want to stay, and have grown attached to the Askran trio and other Heroes as the summoner support exists (I say that as if my summoner supports aren’t Alfonse and Líf). So you could say that’s one reason they became Alfonse for his book, but honestly I say there’s more to it than “I didn’t want you to live without Alfonse/I wanted him to keep being able to go on adventures with his friends”. I definitely don’t think it was Kiran being selfish though, just putting that out there. I think it really does have to do with Alfonse and the game isn’t just saying that to not be like “Oh well in reality Kiran doesn’t want to leave”.

I went back to through the last part of the chapter again and I’m not wrong. Freyja’s line to Kiran saying they were all alone further supports the whole “Kiran finally has friends” thing.

I’m not going to quote Alfonse’s lines again, but I will quote Líf’s. Many of the things Líf says suggests that he was close with his Kiran. And obviously that means Alfonse and Kiran are close and the likes yeah yeah but. Looking at Líf’s lines...

“Get close to someone, and the pain of parting will be much more acute. You and Alfonse must remember this.”

“If you want someone to patrol with, ask Alfonse. I am not your comrade. But...be careful. Please.”

And then his whole level 40 conversation honestly.

“I once made a vow to Kiran... The summoner of my world, I mean. We trusted each other. I swore that I would keep Kiran safe... But in the end, I was unable to keep that promise. Alfonse must not make the same mistake I did. And I will protect you myself. Yes, I will continue to fight. Not as Alfonse, but as Líf. For your sake.”

Since Líf is technically still Alfonse, even with different futures, it suggests that no matter what, Alfonse and Kiran has a strong relationship and deeply care for each other. I’m not saying it’s something romantic because again, Kiran is the player and some people may not like Alfonse, but you can’t deny the in game relationship between the two is important to each other. So in all reality, part of the real reason could be that Kiran couldn’t cope with Alfonse’s death. Again this is just me speaking here but. I dunno.

I don’t think I need to say this but. The whole “changeling is Sharena” was to get everyone to focus on Sharena so Kiran being Alfonse was more surprising. With what happened, there’s no way they’d pull that too. Or they would but I feel like that would be more annoying than anything? IntSys definitely is aware how people feel about this chapter. There’s no way they wouldn’t.

Now to compare that part from the midpoint to the chapter!

Earlier, I started theorizing why “Alfonse” was in our world. I mentioned how close Alfonse and Kiran are, why Alfonse would be there, why “Kiran” came at “Alfonse”, but it’s really proven now. This may not have been noticeable because it was short, but “Alfonse” doesn’t seem phased at what “Kiran”’s doing. When Kiran comes towards Alfonse, we never knew the motive but for that short time you can see Alfonse’s face (I suggest watching the midpoint in .5 to catch it) and he just. Seems like it’s not really a shocker to him. He only just looks so dumb and needs a small bap in the face. So it’s like Kiran was aware they were going to see Alfonse again.

I’ve put this in my writing about this chapter but, there’s a possibility Kiran also wanted to lead them all to him through this to try and help him or whatever. Though that’s more just me writing angst off of my feelings of him being dead.

But as Freyja said, this is just one whole dream. So that would imply next chapter everyone will wake up and Alfonse would be alive.

Yeah.... I don’t think that could work. Because then Hel would have to be a dream.

Or you know.

They could break the fourth wall in a terrible way. Where everyone learns about FEH. And that’s what she could’ve meant by “everything is a dream”.

But I highly doubt it.

I hope the next chapter isn’t disappointing and that Alfonse can come back. Perhaps the Light’s Blessings can come into play? Become story relevant too.

This all may have not made sense but, I really do have opinions for the chapter.

Apologies if this doesn’t make sense, I’m still trying to wrap my head around a lot of things.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #feh book iv #feh book 4

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honeyjaez · 4 years ago

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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 17: Dinner with a bit of Angst

Authors Note:

HELLO LOVES. IM SLEEPY.

Anyways, this is a shorter chapter, but it sets up the highlight of this arc, which Im really excited about. Hope it isnt’ too shit haha.

The Under

An echo of a bell rang through Minho’s ears as they pushed through the door and into the little shack. He looked around and noticed small tables were placed throughout the area with wooden walls attached to the side, blocking people from others' sight.

Minho felt a familiar prickle of anxiety as he looked around. He always hated small, secluded places and actively avoided them. But he forced himself to relax and smiled slightly when he recognized Yunho’s fluffy brown hair in the back corner. He bowed to the neighboring table as he made his way through the store, Jisung at his side. As he did so, he heard Chan behind him stop near the entrance, calling out to someone, but Minho didn’t turn around to listen.

Minho caught San settling down next to Wooyoung who was situated on Yunho’s side When the young thief's eyes caught Minho’s he smiled, gesturing him over.

He swallowed a ball of saliva loudly. On one hand, he was glad San and him were okay, but he was also still VERY wary of the blond. Luckily, before he was forced to respond, Jisung tugged on Minho’s arm roughly towards Yunho’s other side, settling down in the other vacant seat.

As Minho followed suit, he could see in the corner of his eye, San giving Jisung a rather nasty glare, but the younger's only response was to stick his tongue out, mocking him. Minho felt his eyes rolling automatically, choosing to ignore both of their antics. He instead turned towards Yunho, giving the doctor a small smile.

“Glad you could take a break for a bit.” he said earnestly. Truthfully speaking, he was rather glad to see a nice member of Hongjoong’s crazy group.

Yunho took a sip of his water, nodding appreciatively “The other doctors can handle the situation for the night. I'm starving!”

Jisung broke his glaring contest with San to look over at the doctor, concern sparkling in his eyes. “There were a lot of sick people in there….Is there some sort of sickness going around?”

Yunho’s eyes flashed towards Jisung, and his smile grew tired as he ducked his head. “Nothing we can’t handle....Just a common thing at this time around….”

Minho's eyes narrowed as he caught the hesitation in Yunho’s voice. He looked to Jisung and could tell that the younger caught the tone as well.

There is something he isn’t telling us…

He opened his mouth, ready to ask the younger boy what exactly it meant, but, before he could, he was interrupted by Chan, who was walking up to their table with two new faces Minho had never seen before.

“Except for its not….” he said matter-of-factly “Is it Yunho?”

His words were harsh, but Minho couldn’t read his leader's face as he gazed down at the young doctor. Yunho who was looking up at the curly haired blond only chuckled humorlessly, a twinge of guilt passing through his eyes.

“There is nothing you don’t see, is there Bang Chan?”

Chan cracked a small smile and shrugged softly, “It’s a blessing and a curse.”

The older boy then turned and looked at the two of them, motioning to the strangers on his side. “Minho. Jisung. “ he started “I want you to meet two more of Hongjoong’s crew. This is Jongho and Mingi.”

The shorter one, Jongho, only gazed hard at them, a single nod of his head before setting down next to San. Mingi, on the other hand, stayed standing, and gave a wide toothy grin. “Sup! I heard you kicked San’s ass earlier. Care to give me pointers?”

“Uhhhh…” If a human could sweatdrop, Minho sure was. Luckily for him, the conversation was interrupted by Wooyoung hissing in annoyance at the pair.

“It’s not something to joke about Mingi! San could have died!”

Mingi’s only response was to roll his eyes at the silver haired boy, settling down in his spot at the table, “Please Woo. Don’t be dramatic.”

“Yeah” Yunho agreed, pouring a glass of water for everyone “Like San would be stupid enough to die from something like that.”

“That being said” Jongho spoke for the first time, voice hard as ice, looking at the blond with a small amount of contempt “Why didn’t you avoid the rocks?”

All eyes were on San now who looked at them all innocently. His eyes were wide as he stuffed his cheeks with rice. Minho gave a small laugh as the food piled up in his cheeks, puffing them out like squirrels. So Jisung isn’t the only one who does that huh….

As he heard Minho’s quiet laugh, San’s eyes suddenly shifted onto his, his face forming into a smirk, winking at the older. “What can I say?” he said lightly, swallowing the food in his mouth. “Maybe I wanted Minho to hurt me…. I’ve got certain kink you kn-”

His words were cut off as Wooyoung took a single fist and smashed it into the blonds head.

It was quiet for a moment before San suddenly cradled his head, crying out in pain and rolling on the ground behind him. Mingi laughed out loud while Wooyoung glared at the crying boy.

“You all are so noisy” Minho’s ears perked as he heard a familiar voice cut through the tabel.His eyes turned over to see Hongjoong walking up, the tall figure of Seonghwa right behind him.

Minho gulped seeing the dark haired boy again. He was just as beautiful as before, and the aura he radiated off of him was just as deadly. But to his relief, Seonghwa seemed to be ignoring him and that was fine by him.

“HyunggggG!” San whined, looking up at the two like they were his parents “Wooyoung hit me!”

“Yeah cause you can’t keep it in your pants for 5 fucking seconds!” he hissed back.

The noise was started to cause a scene and Minho spotted multiple eyes now on them. Hongjoong must have noticed too because he rubbed his palm in his face, looking down in annoyance.

“This is why I can’t take you guys anywhere…” Hongjoong then noticed Chan’s presence next to him and he looked up, suspicion in his eyes.

“Chan” he said coolly. “I didn’t know you would be joining us.”

Chan smiled, face still unreadable as he bowed in respect “Sorry for surprising you. San invited us. I hope it isn’t inconvenient.”

Minho caught Seunghwa’s glare at their leader but kept his mouth shut. Hongjoong waved his hand, settling down on the floor. “No. No. Just a surprise, we will have a full table tonight.”

“Who else is coming?” Jisung pipped up, motioning towards the opened seat next to Mingi. Hongjoong’s head turned slightly to look and then looked back, eyes shining brighter than Minho had seen since coming here. “Yeosang.”

At the sound of the name, Yunho’s head snapped up from the drink in his hand, and Minho didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up in mild happiness. “You mean he is coming?”

Hongjoong smiled at the younger, nodding his head “All the spies currently working in the field have been called back for a meeting by Zico. Yeosang should be here in a little bit.”

“Huzah!” San yelled, raising his glass in celebration.

Yunho sighed happily and Mingi did his own clap of excitement. All the other remaining members held a small smile on their face. When Yunho noticed the look of confusion on the outsider’s faces he laughed apologetically.

“Sorry” he chuckled “I guess we should fill you guys in. Yeosang is the last member of our group here. He is one of the best spies The Under has, and he is often traveling above ground on missions...so we don’t get to see him much.”

“The last time we saw him was nearly 3 months ago” Wooyoung mused, almost sad.

“Make use of his time” Seonghwa interjected, almost scolding them like a mother “We don’t know how long he will be back so make it worthwhile.”

“Sir yes sir!” the group hollowed.

The table fell into their own little groups as dinner arrived. Chan was talking enthusiastically to Mingi about some stupid thing Felix once did, while San, Wooyoung and Jongho were having their own private conversation-mostly scolding San about losing in a fight with Minho.

Minho himself was having a rather pleasant conversation with Yunho, with Jisung stuck in the middle.

Even Seonghwa seemed mildly interested in Chan’s story as evident of his wandering eye towards the two.

The only one who didn’t seem to be enjoying themselves was Hongjoong, who was frowning down at his full plate.

“So have you guys always been together?” Minho asked the brown headed doctor, mouth full of food “I know Woojin hyung said he found you guys together but was that always the case? You guys don’t look related.”

This earned a hearty laugh from the doctor and he shook his head in response. “Goodness no. Me related to them? I mean have you seen Mingi?”

“What about me?” the gruff boy voiced over.

But Yunho ignored him, looking almost sheepish at Minho “This may sound weird or stupid, but I don’t remember any of my childhood before i met them so I don’t really know where I came from. And actually…” he paused, looking around at the table “None of us do.”

Minho’s eyes widened as he felt a familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach. Just like me…

“None of you do?”

Yunho shook his head, a look of mild sadness on his face. “From as far back as we can remember, we have been together, but we know we know there was a time before where we were not together….”

Jisung who was enjoying the conversation silently, swallowed the bit of food in his mouth, eyes narrowing slightly. “But if you don’t remember anything, how can you know that?”

Yunho smiled again, but this time it was more guilty than anything. “Actually it’s just a hunch but also there is Yeosang….”

“Yeosangie has something that none of us do.”

Jisung tilted his head in confusion “What does he have?”

Yunho took his arm and placed a hand on the back of his shoulder “He has a tattoo right here. He doesn’t remember getting it, nor what it means. But even if he did, I don’t think he would talk about it….” there was something in Yunho’s voice that made for a melancholy mood. His eyes casted downwards towards his nearly empty plate and chewed the bottom of his lip. “I don’t even think he is aware that he does this, but occasionally he takes his hand and touches it...his eyes would get so sad...like the memory is trying to surface, but the sadness it holds is enough to cause him excruciating pain.”

Minho looked down at his plate, realizing his own appetite was gone. There was something about their group wide memory loss that was really causing him distress. His stomach churned and he quickly excused himself, rushing outside before anyone could stop him.

The city lights blurred his eyes as he felt his breathing going ragged. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. But what?

Calm down Minho!

He mentally cursed himself while trying to regain control of his breathing again. What set him off so suddenly? Was it Yunho admitting about the memory loss? That doesn;t make anysense…..sure Minho also suffered from his own intense memory loss. He could relate to the group suddenly more now, his own childhood lost in his memories. But that was nothing more than coincidence. Right?

But before he could explore these thoughts, he was interrupted by a hand being placed on his shoulder in a form of comfort. Minho, still trying to calm down, only reached back and placed his hand on top of the foreign hand, rubbing it as a form of gratitude.

He stayed like that for another minute before letting out one more ragged breath and straightening back up.

“You okay?”

Minho closed his eyes, hearing Jisung’s quiet, soothing voice near his ear. He nodded once but refused to turn around, afraid to. “I’ll be okay….” he admitted.

“You nearly scared half the people in there.” Jisung jokenly scolded “You rushed out so fast, they thought they were under attack.”

Minho let out a quiet laugh, appreciative at the younger's attempts to take his mind away from the problem at hand.

“I’ll have to apologize when I go back in…” he quipped back.

He heard light footsteps and felt Jisung brush up against his side, making his way to stand next to him. Neither of them looked at each other, and chose to stare at the city lights instead.

“What was it?” the younger finally asked, voice small and quiet. Minho squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what he was getting at.

“I don’t know…”

Liar

“Hyung” Jisung said,obviously not believing him.

Minho let out a long sigh, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but found no sound behind his voice.

He was ashamed.

But for what reason? His memory loss wasn’t his fault. He didn’t willingly wipe his memories away.

This was nothing to be ashamed of.

So why did he?

When Minho opened his mouth again, he let out a muffled cry, like he was admitting to a serious crime.

“There is something I haven't shared with the group yet….” he confessed.

He paused, expecting an immediate reaction from Jisung. But when he got none, and only felt the younger brush up against his arm he stumbled on his confession. “I don’t have many memories that I remember. I remember working at the plant. I remember becoming friends with Hyunjae. I remember Grandma Yoo taking care of us, but that has all been within the last 8 years….”

Minho looked to his side, teary gaze locking onto Jisung’s unreadable ones. “I have no memory of my parents, nor where I came from. The only reason I knew my name was Minho was because I found an ID with my face on it…” he paused, feeling his voice pick back up and his breathing laboring in his rant.

Jisung took his hand and squeezed his shoulder tight, pulling Minho into a tight hug. “It’s okay hyung” he murmured quietly. “Your memory loss isn’t your fault.”

Minho hiccuped, taking solace in Jisung’s tight hug “I know but... ” he trailed off, the fear taking over. “What if it's more than just a coincidence? What if The Ord-”

DRIIIIING DRIIIIING DRIIIIING

He nearly jumped out of his skin as a loud alarm rang through the entire city, red sirens flashing all around them. Jisung seemed taken off guard as well as they broke apart to look down at the downtown area.

“Whats happening?” Minho had to somewhat yell out over the loud sirens.

“It’s the city alarm system.” Hongjoong’s voice sounded on his other side, walking out from the shack. The others followed him outside and Minho caught Chan’s gaze who seemed fearful but not surprised.

“What does it mean?”

As if on cue, the sirens suddenly stopped and were replaced with a familiar cool voice that made the hairs on Minho’s neck stand up.

“Hello citizens of The Under” Zico’s voice filled the entire clearing and Minho nearly had to cover his ears in response. “I have some unsettling news…” the man continued “Right as we speak, enemies of our beautiful city are moving against us. Their armies have infiltrated the tunnels and plan to strike us with their high tech assault weapons.”

There were a few screams heard nearby as people took in their leaders' words. But Minho and the entire group stood still, listening intently.

“I have dispatched guards to fend them off, but for your safety, we need everyone to evacuate to the center of the city asap-”

“What is he saying?!” Hongjoong growled.

“I will be with the fighting force” Zico continued “But you will be in good hands there. Remember everyone, the safest place you can be is in the innermost part of the city. I won’t let anyone past the gates. The Under is my life, and the people are its future. Until we meet again.”

And suddenly, just like that, his voice was gone. The red hue from the sirens remained, but now all that could be heard was the panicked screams of the people who began rushing around heeding their leader's words. Only Minho, Chan, Jisung and the entirety of Hongjoong’s group stayed still, including San. They seemed to be digesting their leader's words to figure out their next steps. San was the first to make movement, heading towards the stairs that led to the inner city.

“San wait!” Chan yelled, causing the younger to stall.

Chan turned back towards Hongjoong, his eyes hard as steel. “Hongjoong”

Minho gulped realizing the situation they were currently in. Something wasn’t adding up and it all pointed towards Zico.

“What is he thinking?!” Seonghwa growled out loud “The center of the city? That is the worst place to evacuate to!”

“That's because it is a trap” Chan interjected, his eyes not leaving Hongjoong’s frozen body.

“Hyung” Jisung tried to warn, wanting him to stop.

“Watch your tongue rat” San suddenly hissed with venom. “He is our leader!”

Chan starred evenly back at San, his gaze cold and calm. “He sold you out.” He pulled on Hongjoongs arms, forcing the red headed leader to break out of trance. “Tell them Hongjoong.” He challenged “Something tells me you already suspected him of that.”

The clearing was quiet, all 9 of them there looking towards the one singular Hongjoong who finally after a few more moments let out a long, exhausted sigh, his fierce expression from before long gone now in the presence of strangers. “A few days before you guys got here, I caught Zico having a private meeting with someone.”

There were small gasps that came from Mingi and Yunho, while Jongho’s eyes widened slightly. Only San seemed unaffected by the news, his gaze cold as ice as he stared at Hongjoong.

“Who?” Chan asked, but Hongjoong shook his head, looking out to the city below.

“Zico claimed he was an outer spy of ours, but I had never seen him before in all my years here. And the way he talked to Zico….it was no way to talk to your boss…”

Hongjoong paused, casting a look out at the horrified faces-his eyes landed on San’s cold ones and he gave the younger a look of pleading sympathy.

“He was trying to convince Zico to take some sort of deal. One that only benefited himself….”

“No” San spat, disregarding his claims. “You’re lying”

“San.” Seonghwa started “This is Hongjoong we are talking about here he would neve-” the elder was cut off as Chan’s voice rang loud and clear over the sirens.

“Zico betrayed you all.” he growled harshly at the thief “The quicker you accept that, the easier this next step will be.

“Quiet rat!” San spat back, taking stance “One more word out of you, and I’ll kill you. I don’t care what the rumors say…”

The clearing went cold. Neither side made a move as San and Chan glared each other down evenly.

Jisung wasted no time after San’s very real threat in marching between the two, his eyes hard as steel as he glared at San.

“You’ll have to get through me first. ”

San turned his ice cold gaze on Jisung and Minho felt his stomach drop.

“San!” Seonghwa barked “Stand down!”

But to Minho’s dismay, the blond refused, pulling out his two daggers. Jisung mimicked the action by pulling out his own cuffs, electricity shooting out in waves almost immediately. Minho’s heart felt like it was about to burst, his earlier anxiety now gone and replaced with the stress of their current situation. No one seemed to want to stop the imposing forces, not even Chan, who was having an intense staring match with Hoongjong. All the meanwhile, the red hue from the sirens continued to flash all around.

Minho looked to Seonghwa, who seemed just as tense, but as they locked eyes, was relieved to find a similar sense of panic in them.

This was not the time to be fighting each other. Seonghwa gets that.

Minho opened his mouth, ready to say whatever necessary to quell the two fighters. But before he could get a single sound out, a new voice sounded from behind him, one he did not recognize.

“Stand down San. They are telling the truth.”

All heads spun around to look at the incoming newcomer, his ash blond hair growing past his ears, all messy bedhead like. His face remained calm and neutral, but Minho could tell from his eyes that the stranger was looking past Minho and them to stare straight at San as a sort of warning.

“Yeosang” Yunho breathed.

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yuiopiklmn · 4 years ago

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Angel Chapter 1

Word Count: 1846 words

Summary: Angel is about a girl with a secret that she doesn't even know about. Bobby Singer found her when she was only a couple months old. She has an awkward reunion with two of her childhood best friends, and then she is stuck on a hell of a ride till the end of the road.

Pairing: Unknown

Characters: Addison Singer, Two childhood besties, and some police officers

Warnings: Language and descriptions of gore

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Need to catch up:

Background

Prologue

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*24 years later*

(S1 EP1 of Supernatural)

I was driving decently fast down the road traveling from Sioux Falls, South Dakota all the way to Jericho, California. I was on my way to check out a bridge where a car was found, its owner was missing for quite a few days now. However, the reports aren’t clear. I plan to be the one to figure out if there is a mystery ahead.

After jamming out and driving for about 24 hours I was finally at my location. I arrived at the bridge where a man had disappeared leaving behind a bloody body and a locked car, as the reports would say.

Here we go again, I thought as I started walking to the site. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love doing what I’m doing because hunting is my life, but sometimes it’s tiring to walk in heels all day and investigate. I just want to gank some bitch and head to my next location, which is home. I am going to take a break from cases for a bit and go back to visit Bobby since he’s worried about my growing obsession which is….. hunting. Plus I miss my dad and would love to help out around the junkyard. I don’t see hunting as a bad thing, and I may only get 3-4 hours of sleep, maybe less, but I am saving people and that's what's important to me.

I got to the road approaching the taped-off bridge and parked next to some police cars. I turned off the ignition, checked if I looked decent, and got out. I fixed my leather jacket and headed over to the man standing next to the caution tape.

“Excuse me ma’am, but this bridge is closed for an investigation. No pedestrians are allowed on site,” he said, suddenly standing up much straighter than he was initially.

“I’m Agent Dawson. I was sent by the FBI,” I said as I pulled out my badge and quickly put it back just as quick, so that he wouldn't notice that it was a fake, then I continued, “I have orders to be here.” I might’ve said that a bit sarcastically, but he didn’t seem concerned. I sighed in relief as he moved to the side to let me through to the scene of the murder.

There were very few cops at the scene and they were mostly talking to each other, heads down writing quickly on clipboards and laptops. They didn’t even look up as I made my way over to the car. I was able to catch some of the conversations: a lead, the victim was dating the police chief's daughter. I got to the car and looked inside, but there appeared to be nothing, absolutely nothing. I don’t understand. There is no blood like the report said, no sign of struggle because there was no body... nothing. I made sure nobody was looking and pulled out my EMF reader. The numbers didn’t rise once… Something weird is definitely going on here. It doesn’t smell like sulfur, but I’m sure something supernatural happened here. Deciding to get some information, I went up to the two officers talking about the police chief’s daughter that I heard about earlier.

“Excuse me?” I asked trying my best not to sound young because sometimes I get nervous and they assume that I am a kid needing help. That can set me back a lot and get me kicked off the scene if I’m not careful.

“Yes, can we help you?” One officer said while looking to the other….with a confused look

“Yes, you can actually. What do you know about the victim that was killed?” I heard one of you say something about him dating someone.”

“Yes, he is dating my daughter, Amy. She has been worried sick about him. She has been out all day putting missing posters up around the town.”

“Thank you for the information. Do you know if there is any relation to the victims other than them being all male?”

“Not that we know of.” I nodded my head and quickly jotted the information down. I need to go downtown and find Amy. We need to chat so that I can get more information about her boyfriend.

“Thank you, officers,” I said hurriedly when I heard that two more men were on the scene, I think they were Federal Marshals. They might figure out that I’m not supposed to be here, and then my cover will be blown. On my way out I tried to keep my head down, but I walked right into someone a lot taller than me. “Shit,” I whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” He paused before saying, “Wait a minute, Addi! Is that you?” I looked up as the man said my name, and I was met with a familiar set of eyes. The exact pair of eyes that belonged to…

Sam Winchester, just as giant-like as I remember. He has been my best friend since childhood, and we just recently went our separate ways since I ended college. Last I heard he was still in college since he was 2 years younger than me.

“Sammy!?!” I yelled a bit too loud causing the cops to look in our direction, “Sorry…” I let out a nervous laugh as I turned back to face Sam trying to act casual, “Heya Sammy! Long time no see.”

“I could say the same about you, you look great, how are you?”

“I’m great now that you’re here, it's been a long day so far. How are you? How’s Jess? Why are you here? I thought you wanted to be a lawyer…” I said in a goofy tone to mess with him before taking a breath, and quietly laughing to myself. It felt good to talk to him again.

“I am doing good, and Jess is as well. I see you took on the family business. Did biochemistry just not cut it? Also, I still want to be a lawyer, and I’m younger than you, dummy.” he teased.

“I mean, I liked it at the start but I realized my heart was in love with the family business more than any job I could get, and I hated being in an office all day instead of going out, and saving people which is what I love doing, ya dummy. Anything new?’

“I have an interview on Monday, but then this one,” Sam gestured to his right. My eyes stayed on Sam as he continued to speak. “dragged me out saying that dad was on a hunting trip and hasn’t been home, so I decided to tag along and help him figure out where he went.” He paused and then mumbled something under his breath, I didn’t realize he had just swore and it took me a second to figure out why. I recognized who Sam had just mentioned not and how this said person usually causes…...pain for me.

At first, I ignored the person next to Sam. I love Sammy and I assumed it was just another hunter, but when he brought up John, I knew exactly who it was. That’s when I turned to the person on the right of Sam and caught the gaze of his beautiful, forest green eyes. Those set of eyes belonged to the one and only Dean Winchester, Sam’s older brother. It felt as though time froze when I stared into his eyes. I used to always get lost in them, and clearly, I still do. Then my gaze moved down to his nose and cheeks, and I started counting all the freckles on his face. I used to do this when we were younger. Oh, how I could-someone coughed and made me lose my train of thought

“H-Hi Addi…..um...it's been a really long time. Haha.” He cleared his throat again and rubbed the back of his neck like he was nervous.

Then Sammy continued trying to move the conversation forward from the tension between the two of us of what happened in the past. “Sooooo I see you are working the same case we are. Want to partner up for old time's sake? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He murmured something to himself again, probably quietly going through the rest of the sentence, but I cut him off before he continued his spiraling.

“I would love to, Sam. I might as well since we’re all here. By the way, I already took some interviews and looked at the car and crime scene, so you guys could go into town and find Amy; the police chief's daughter and former girlfriend of the man who went missing. She is putting up missing posters around town. Anyway, I got to go and take a breather…..you know...since it was a long drive. So, I will text you my motel’s address and my room number, so that we can exchange information.” a couple officers walked up to us when I was about to leave and we all stayed in awkward silence.

“Who are these two, Agent Dawson?” He looked at me and forced a smile.

“They are… Federal Marshals,” they showed their badges as I continued, “I would love to chat, but I have to go. Thank you for your time officers… marshals.” I said nodding my head to the brothers and turned away.

I briskly walked away before anyone could stop me. I don’t think I could handle much more of that. My heart was hammering loud and fast, I could hear it in my ears. When I was talking to Dean and Sammy, I was chatting faster than I could think, unaware of half the words coming out of my mouth. Why! Why him...why did he have to be here. I should have seen it coming…as kids the boys were always inseparable.

I unlocked my car and hopped in quickly. I started the ignition and sped away in silence. I pulled onto the side of the road a few miles away from the scene, so that no one would see me and parker. I opened the glove-box of my car, knowing exactly what I was reaching for before I even realized I wanted it. I pulled out a small box and opened it, looking at the contents inside before my eyes landed on a small black box. Inside was a silver locket that I’ve had since I was in Highschool. It was old and rusty and needed to be polished. The exact locket I got as a teenager. The exact locket I got from the man I thought I loved. The exact locket from the man that left me that night 9 years ago. The exact locket that the man that goes by the name Dean Winchester gave to me. Hearing that name ring through my mind made me go into hyperdrive. I threw the locket back into the black box before throwing it back into the compartment, not caring about the box that was still in my lap and drove off.

A/N: Gosh that took forever it feels like I have been pushing back writing this chapter, but I still added some snippets here and there, as the weeks progressed. Again I promise that this story will have a normal posting schedule, but I still haven’t figured it out. I am only going to put the author’s notes at the end of the chapters, not whole chapters dedicated to them like previous books. Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this book as much as I enjoy creating and writing out these ideas. Again this has been in my head since I was on season 4 and now I am on the show has ended and I completed it. So this is like a farewell thing I guess. I think I started to come up with this stuff in March or April of 2020 crazy right. These chapters are going to be somewhat increasingly longer as ideas start to come back to me and pasted together. Anyway, that is all. See you in the next chapter my lovely bumblebees. Buh-bye!

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calliecat93 · 5 years ago

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It’s the final RWBY Chapter of the year folks! Heck, last of the decade infact! And wouldn’t you know it? We’re gonna spend some time with the Schnee’s! Just in time for the holidays! With the growing Mantle problems, Ironwood losing it even more, and the fact that Weiss and Winter have to go back to their abusive home, it’s… gonna be one heck of a drama-filled night. So… what kind of party are we in for? Will they finally show us mercy and let things end on a mostly nice note? Or should we expect the RWBY equivalent of the Red Wedding? Well, lets get on our fancy duds and find out.

Overview

RWBY and Oscar are talking about the upcoming party. It seems via reports that all Jaques wants to do is talk/moderate, which should be good since they need Ironwood to talk to these people. But Oscar points out that he’s making this all be under his terms which isn’t good for anyone. Weiss is also still suspicious about her father, with Yang even asking if she thinks that he’s aligned with Salem. Weiss isn’t sure, but she knows that Jaques would do anything to win. Ruby though decides that if that’s the case, they should do the same. As such, they form a plan for Weiss to sneak through the Schnee Manor to see if she can find any kind of dirt on her father and his involvement.

Party Night arrives with RWBY, JNR, Qrow, Oscar, Ace-Ops, and of course Ironwood and his soldiers there. Winter is less than thrilled to be there, with Weiss feeling the same way. They are greeted at the door… by Whitley. Weiss is confused and asks about Klein, but we learn that as we feared, Klein was let go due to his part in letting Weiss escape. Something that Weiss is visibly gutted by. Nevertheless, everyone is let in and Whitley takes Ironwood, Winter, Penny, and Clover to the Dining Room to meet with the Council. Qrow goes to snoop around the grounds to avoid being tempted by alcohol, with Marrow leaving since… well, he’s a Faunus in the house of a well-known bigoted, descrimanitng jerk. Do I need to explain why? Harriet instructs the kids to behave… and of course, they have no intention to do so XD

Weiss starts to head for the stairs… only to be cut off by Whitley, who claims to want to catch up. Back in the Dining Room, Ironwood is greeted by Jaques, Councilman Sleet, Councilwoman Camilla, and to his surprise, Robyn. Yep, Jaques invited her as well. Why? We’ll talk about that in the review. For now, Jaques is skeptical of Penny being there due to the recent incident, but Ironwood says that she’s under his control. Make note of that specific phrasing people, it’ll be important later. But yeah, the topic of control. The reason that the meeting was called to begin with. Back with the others, JNR tries to cause some chaos to get Whitley messed up so that he’ll get out of Weiss’ way… but they hit another woman instead. Good thing that she spills her wine over him, haha!

The Council is unhappy with Ironwood’s recent string of decisions and lack of transparency. The closed borders have worsened relations with the other kingdoms. Resources are being used for projects that none of them know about, a fact that surprises Robyn. They still haven’t found the ones framing Ironwood, even with Clover pointing out that it’s still an open investigation. The people of Atlas are suffering due to all of this, and they should know why. So far, any efforts to downplay the situation fall on deaf ears. Jaques even outright asks how they can trust him. Throughout all of this, Winter has clearly been growing agitated, and this topic makes her snap, saying that Jaques can’t just buy trust like everything else. He has to earn it. Unfortunately, this was /exactly/ what Jaques wanted to hear, as he twists the knife deeper by pointing out all of the failures under Ironwood’s belt (Vale, the recent murders, etc) and asks how they can continue to trust him. Winter tries to take it back, but Ironwood stops her, which provokes her to leave the room.

Weiss continues to make her way through the Manor, with only one of the workers so far seeing her. She plays it off though and soon makes it to her father’s office with no problems. But… someone else is already there. Weiss is greeted by Willow Schnee, her mother. Yes folks, after over three volumes, Mama Schnee has arrived. Before we see more of that though, we cut back to Winter with Penny going to see if she’s okay. Winter tries to play it off, saying that Penny wouldn’t understand. This noticeably hurts Penny, but WInter seems to realize her wording and explains how despite trying to keep herself in line, she let her emotions get the better of her. Penny is confused about why this is a bad thing since Winter was just speaking from the heart, but Winter only says that she should be able to keep herself in check. Penny leaves her, agreeing that she indeed doesn’t understand. Ouch.

Back in the study, Willow apologizes for not being at the party due to not feeling well. She is clearly drinking vodka, with Weiss playing it off and saying that she came to get something that he left. Willow sinks back into a stupor at this as Weiss says that she needs to use her father’s computer due to him doing something bad. WIllow comments that this isn’t new, only for Weiss to reply that someone is actually doing something about it. Willow sips straight out of the bottle, which makes Weiss noticeably uncomfortable, before revealing that the computer is locked… but she has a Chevok’s Gun. As it turns out, Willow set up cameras everywhere just in case she needed to act and recounting this makes her go quiet. She asks if Weiss is there to stay, and of course, Weiss says no. WIllow… is relieved to hear this, giving Weiss her Scroll and telling her of the meeting with Watts. As she leaves, she asks Weiss to not forget about Whitley. Weiss points out that Whitley hates her… but Willow says “Of course he does, you left him here alone… with us.”. Willow leaves and Weiss seems to be processing the words before turning to the Scroll…

Meanwhile, down in Mantle, it’s another rainy night. Watts is standing along the rooftops, and he sets off the next phase of his plan. Now that he has access to Atlas’ networks, he uses it to hack into Mantle’s heating lines and shuts them off. The rain stops and he drops his umbrella… as snow begins to slowly fall. A young kid sees from the window and is excited because… well, snow! Good, right? Haha… nope! The snow continues to fall harder and if you recall Weiss’ words about how the tundra can kill regular people in a matter of hours… it paints a very bleak picture. And thus, the decade’s final RWBY episode closes as the snow continues to fall. A chilling ending, indeed.

Review

This was a shorter episode than the past few, but it was just as jam-packed as ever.

We were expecting Schnee Family Drama all volume… and ho boy did we get it. We all know how horrible Jaques is. We’ve seen for ourselves how he treated Weiss and how his abuse directly affected her. But now? We really get to see how it affected everyone in the family. We were told things before, like WIllow being a drunk and we saw that Whitley feared Jaques both in V4 and this volume. But now we’ve seen all four in person, and it creates a very depressing image.

First, we have Whitley. He is still a smug little brat, but it’s much more clear now why that is. Whitley fears his father. He’s seen what happens when you disobey. He’s been groomed all his life by him and raised to either obey or else. I did a whole Whitley Analysis a while ago, but his attitude is clearly a facade. And it’s not even one that he can use as often because Weiss left him. Weiss was pretty much all that he had, despite his poor attitude towards her. It’s half because it’s all that he knows, and maybe because he resents Weiss. Resents her for escaping. Reents her for leaving him. Now we all know why Weiss left, and she was 100% justified especially since Whitley only made her feel worse. But to him, it felt like Weiss abandoned him. Twice.

I don’t 100% like the implication that Weiss should feel bad for leaving Whitley behind. He gave her no reason to think that he wanted help, let alone from her. From his attitude, he made it sound like he got everything he wanted. Do I think that he hates Weiss? No. I think that on some level, he cares for her, but he feels abandoned by her and left with an asshole dad and an absentee mom. He’s focusing his resentment onto her, hence why he has no qualms in bragging about his position to her in V4 and here. Will Willow’s words to Weiss be the push needed to get her to reconcile with Whitley? It’s hard to say. It ultimately depends on how much Whitley wants help, and while I could see him losing his composure if Weiss pushes anything, I don’t know if he’s ready to turn against his father.

Then we have Willow. Oh God, Willow. We’ve been told for a while about her drunken state, but now that we see it? Man, it’s just… it’s just painful. Willow is a broken woman. You only have to take one look at her, and you can see how depressed and tired she is from her facial expression alone. Her demeanor is quiet and uncertain, not knowing how to talk to Weiss. Willow clearly knows how bad of a parent that she’s been. How she became so detached. How her kids suffered due to it. It’s so clear when she brings up the cameras, where she goes quiet when explaining the original intention, and when Weiss says that she is trying to do something. That line gets her to drink straight from the bottle. Willow knows how badly she’s done… but is so broken and likely guilt-stricken that she won’t try to better herself. This is what Jaques has done to her. He has broken her so badly that she feels undeserving of getting help or even helping herself. It is just… depressing to watch.

Still, we do have Willow give Weiss her Scroll and therefore the camera footage. I feel that this is her way of trying to make things up to Weiss. It doesn't fix it whatsoever, but this is her one act in showing her daughter support and digging her husband into a hole. Maybe Weiss getting out and confirming her defiance helped inspire just one little spark in her. It’s hard to say, but it does show that Willow does love her daughter. Very least, I feel much more sympathetic and understanding of her actions compared to say… Raven. As for her push regarding Whitley, I don’t think that she was trying to guilt Weiss. It was heavy-handed, but Willow clearly wants all of her kids to get out. As I said, Whitley is unlikely to do so on his own accord. Winter is unavailable, so Weiss is the only one in any position to give him a push. Willow can’t, and she knows it. But Weiss can. No, it isn’t Weiss’ responsibility. No, Weiss shouldn’t feel guilty about leaving Whitley especially with how he treated her. But he too is a victim who is in a similar place that she was before Beacon. Whitley has hope still, and I think that Willow wants her to see it and give him the push that he needs. Will it work? Only time will tell.

Finally, we have Winter. This is the first time that she’s been home in so long, and in her father’s presence. She had long since cut her ties, even saying that doing so was the best thing that she ever did. We saw her hide in the military van in V4 just to avoid facing Jaques. She signed up for the military just to get away and embraced the strict lifestyle full-heartedly. The Atlas Military was home for her. A safe haven. So much that even with the revelation that Ironwood groomed her whole career, she’s accepting of it and hopes to make the Maiden legacy her own. It’s admirable, but it’s so clear that she’s in a similar place that she would have been if she stayed with Jaques, and that makes it so bittersweet.

Here, we see Winter try to conceal her emotions. To be quiet and show as little expression as possible. But she can’t. Just by watching her in the Dining Room scene, tapping at the table faster and faster until she finally explodes tells us everything. This place has very bad memories for her. Her way of coping with it… well… how did Frozen put it? “Conceal. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show.” Winter feels that he has to keep a collected demeanor where she doesn't show any emotion. She has had this demeanor since we met her, only dropping it when either provoked as Qrow did in V3, and showing a warmer side to Weiss. But even with Weiss, she was introduced with this cold, stern persona and it’s still very much present even with her warmer moments. That is what she has embraced because it is what the military taught her. Because it’s what Jaques’s abuse forced her into.

This… is a dangerous mindset. It’s funny though. Winter is a young woman who is shutting off all of her emotions. In this volume alone we’ve seen her stick by Ironwood’s decisions, despite clearly knowing that it’s wrong, and feels that she must be in control of herself at every moment. Like Ironwood himself, she is shoving aside her humanity. Meanwhile, you have Penny. An actual robot. But she is arguably the most expressive of the current cast. She’s bright and joyful, and in cases like now sad and anxious. You can feel the feelings radiating off of her, especially with moments like Ironwood’s ‘under my control’ line and Winter initially rejecting her under the guise of her not understanding. To Penny, emotion is a beautiful thing and she can't understand why Winter would want to conceal it. On the one hand, Winter not wanting to have an outburst like she did especially with how her father twisted the words is understandable. But it’s just as bad to just shove it aside and she did just speak from the heart. There is no shame in that. It really highlights the difference between these two girls, and just how much everything is wearing them both down.

But speaking of Penny… Ironwood… it is getting so, so much harder for me to keep giving you the benefit of the doubt. I still think that Ironwood is a good man who keeps making all the wrong decisions, but Dear God that keeps dying with each new chapter. His comments regarding Penny were bad enough, but then there’s the Council talk. As much as I hate, hate to say it and I mean REALLY hate to say it… Jaques isn’t wrong. Ironwood is failing. He is worsening things for the Kingdom. He is giving the Council zero reason to trust him. He won’t be transparent about Amity. We all know why this is, but there is no denying that it is causing issues and it’s at a boiling point. Mind you, Jaques only cares about getting profit again so he still sucks, but Robyn is correct about the people suffering. It’s why she’s there, just so they can have someone to further twist the knife into Ironwood’s back but since she has no actual power, she can’t actually do anything hence why Jaques is fine with her being there. Still, it is suffering that Ironwood continues to cause, but do little to nothing about. I mean last episode we saw him not only ban public gatherings but consider martial law and I fear that if his seats are this much in jeopardy, he’s going to go through with it. That’ll shove away the last bit of humanity he has, and he may just be a lost cause. Which is going to make everything for everyone so much worse.

And of course on the topic of things getting worse, that ending. That was… well, cold. Very cold. Now it may not seem like a big deal, it’s just snow, right? Well… think about it. Watts shut off the heating grid. IDK if this is due to having access to Atlas’ network or not, but that isn’t important right now. He shut off the heating. He’s made Mantle vulnerable to the cold. Remember, Solitas is pretty much the Remnant equivalent of Antarctica. Weiss outright said in Chapter 3 that if you cannot protect an Aura, you will die within hours if you’re out in the tundra. Hours. Right now, everyone is at the dinner party, including Hometown Hero Robyn Hill. No one is there to defend Mantle. No one is there to correct the shutdown. While people indoors might be safe if they can make a fire or something, the people who are homeless like those kids we frequently see? They are going to freeze to death. Watts is about to kill dozens of people by this simple act, and that is terrifying. What a way to end before the Holiday Break.

This chapter, while not as strong as the past two, was excellently done. It has a very good showcase of all the Schnee’s and you feel bad for four of them and want to kick Jaques off a cliff. Which that may be too good for him at this point. It has an excellent balance of political drama with Ironwood’s decisions really coming back to bite him, and emotional drama with the Schnee women. Even just small things like Qrow turning away wine or Marrow’s apparent disgust of being in the Manor are such great things that add so much character. The ending isn’t the cruelest cliffhanger we’ve ever gotten… but it was still harsh. But fortunately, with Weiss having Willow’s Scroll, they’re going to discover Watts very soon. Hopefully, they can stop him now, but that all depends on how much worse Ironwood gets. Regardless, another very well-done episode that I thoroughly enjoyed.

Chapter Nine Predictions

This is gonna go one of two ways. Either we’re going to resume at the Dinner Party with Weiss informing the others of the new discovery and shenanigans happen. After all, the Council hasn't reached a decision yet and any of the others could still be called in as witnesses. But IDK how much more they need of the Dinner Party unless something big happens. So the other possibility is we begin sometime later with everyone back at Atlas discussing this and hopefully everything else like Robyn and the Relic. Because we really, REALLY need to see everyone just talk about everything, especially with the end so close.

Regardless though, we’ll likely see the damage that Watt called. Will it be in time to do anything? Or will it be too late? Maybe our heroes go down to try and help, and of course face multiple problems doing so. Maybe this will be the breaking point for people like Nora who can’t stand seeing the suffering/Ironwood’s inactivity anymore. Maybe this will be Robyn’s breaking point since she wasn’t there to do anything, though she is clearly now aware that there’s more going on. There is so much in the air about all of this, but if there’s anything guaranteed, it’s gonna be rough. For everyone.

Episode Stats

Favorite Character: Weiss and WIllow Schnee Favorite Scene: Weiss and Willow talk in the study Least Favorite Scene: JNR Chaos, I honestly did not find it funny at all even if I liked them causing chaos. Favorite Voice Actor: Caitlin Glass (Willow Schnee) Favorite Animation: Watts dropping his umbrella s the rain becomes snow Rating: 8.5/10

Final Thoughts

We were expecting a lot, and I’d say that they delivered. Lots of good Schnee drama. We finally meet Willow. We see everything for Ironwood falling apart. We have a chilling ending scene. This volume gets better and better with each chapter, and I am loving every second of it. This gave me everything that I was hoping for, and as such, I enjoyed it~ I’m grateful for the Holiday Break though cause BOY do I need a breather. Only five chapters left people. Get ready, it’s gonna be on Hell of a ride.

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deejadabbles · 6 years ago

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Not Quite Unrequited Yami x Reader Chapter 4

Four: Gentle Realization

One //// Two //// Three //// Four //// Five //// Six //// Seven

Summary: Yami would do whatever it took to keep his friendship with you intact, even if it meant putting on a smile and pushing his love for you aside. You knew Yugi loved Anzu, but getting over your feelings for him was hard, especially when time made feelings for another best friend arise.

AU where Duel Monsters is just a (vastly popular) card game and Yami and Yugi are twins. This is a fic I’ve already posted this on my AO3 but I wanted to spread the Yu-gi-oh x Reader love here on tumblr.

A.N: I hope all of you like brownies at least fairly well, because- oh, you'll see when reading haha. For those of you who don't know what "White Day" is, to my understanding it's basically a holiday one month after Valentines Day where men give women gifts and chocolate, since in Japan women give them out on Valentines day.

The March day was a chilly one and at first, you contributed that as the cause for Yami’s gloomy mood that morning. You had to admit, by the time you made it to school his cold attitude had left a pretty notable ache in your chest. He barely even acknowledged you when you greeted him in front of the game shop, only gave short, noncommittal replies to the conversation between yourself, Yugi and Anzu on the way to school, and even positioned his chair slightly away from the rest of you after he sat down in class. Before the teacher could come in and interrupt, you leaned in towards Yugi and straight out asked what was wrong with his brother. Yugi had only been able to offer a shrug, saying that he had gone to bed the previous night in a pretty down mood as well.

“I was going to wait until later today to ask what was wrong, but, how about you ask him?”

“What, why me?” you whisper back, casting a wary glance in Yami’s direction, thankfully he was staring very intently out of the window.

Yugi smiled almost sheepishly “I just think he’d like talking to you, is all. At lunch why don’t Jou, Honda, Anzu and I head out on our own and you two can stay here and talk it out?”

You bit your lip, not quite sure if that was the best idea or not. The teacher arrived before you could answer, or even think it over much, so you decided to simply keep an eye on your friend and play it by ear until lunch time.

Yugi was as insistent on the idea of you talking things out alone as he was with anything, apparently. When the class was excused for lunch the younger Mutou got up from his seat, gave you a thumbs up and instantly moved to intercept your other friends and usher them outside the classroom. You actually threw your hands up in the air at their retreating backs, already thinking up a light scolding to give Yugi on actually giving you a choice next time.

For the purpose of stalling, you pulled out your lunch box as you mulled over what on earth you were going to say to Yami. Finally settling on a straight forward but heartfelt approach, you got up and turned towards the young man’s seat- and found it empty. Your heart fell, having started to like the idea of cheering him up given his moody aura only seemed to darken during class. Where could he have gone?

Well, after getting your hopes up on talking to him you weren’t going to just let it go, so, you went looking for him. He wasn’t on the roof, nor in the student council room or by his shoe locker. With those options crossed out, you figured he might have returned to the classroom and started to make your way there. You were expecting to find anyone as you walked down the deserted halls- or not so deserted, as the sight that caught your attention proved.

You were coming up on an intersecting hallway and just so happened to see two reflections caught in the windows to the corner classroom before you rounded the corner. The sight made you stop in your tracks. Nearest your hall was a girl from your class, Mina, and facing her standing some feet down the hallway was Yami. He looked just as forlorn as ever, but the girl had a very…perky cast to her expression.

“Sorry I interrupted you” Mina began, her tone was so shy yet hopeful “I just needed to say something before you told me your answer. To be honest I’ve spent this whole past month in a nervous wreck. My friends were worried you’d tell everyone about my confession letter and embarrass me, but I knew you wouldn’t. Still, I’m still so nervous to hear your answer… I just wanted to say thank you. No matter what your answer is, thank you for at least thinking it over.”

Oh… the girl was…she was in love with Yami. She must have given him a Valentine last month and wanted to see how he felt now that it was White Day. Why…why did the pit of your stomach suddenly ache just a little?

Yami heaved a sigh after a long pause of silence “Your letter was…very flattering. Thank you for believing I’d never do something as cruel as what your friends thought, but, I must ask, why did you specifically say that you didn’t want to hear my answer until now? Besides it being White Day, that is.”

“Well, I wanted you to have time to think it over. I know we aren’t really friends or anything, but we’ve been classmates for a while now, and I thought maybe…maybe if you had plenty of time to think about it, you’d see me as…worthy of dating you…”

Again there was a long silence, and the look on Yami’s face was so guilty and self-loathing it broke your heart. “I’m sorry. I’m flattered that you feel that way, but I can’t return your feelings. I promise it has nothing to do with you not being worthy or any other nonsense, I can’t return your feelings because I’m already in love with someone else. I’m sorry.”

In the reflection you saw as Mina’s face slowly turned into one of despair the longer Yami spoke, now she let out a harsh sniffle while tears slipped down her cheeks. “I- I see. Well, I tried to tell myself that you might not feel the- the same, but I ju- just had to tell you before we gradua-ate.”

Yami attempted to step closer, but froze, his hands raised but helpless as he had no idea what to do. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to-”

“It’s fine! I understand- good- goodbye.”

And with that, the brokenhearted girl turned and ran down the hall, of course not taking notice to you in her despair, a despair you remembered the pain of well. Yami was still standing there, looking after the girl with a helpless expression. His posture slumped as he ran his fingers through his hair and looked quite thoroughly disgusted with himself.

You stepped out into the open finally and called out to your friend. His head snapped up and he looked at you with confusion and- did he look slightly panicked? No, that couldn’t be, Yami never panicked.

“Hey” you greeted as you closed the distance between him and yourself “sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard what happened” your tone turned gentle and assuring as you said, “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Yami, you can’t help how you feel.”

He looked away from your comforting gaze, obviously ashamed “I still hurt her. I wanted to let her down gently, but obviously I failed.”

You let out an impatient sigh and threw an arm over his shoulder, pulling him into a hug that surprised even yourself a little “You did what you could. No matter how you said it, it would have hurt. Trust me, I know.”

He didn’t answer, and his body was stiff at your touch, but only for a moment, after that he seemed to melt into the embrace and even wrapped his arms loosely around you. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just a simple, silent comfort.

Still in the embrace, you found yourself asking something before you could stop the words “You- you said that you couldn’t love her because you’re already in love with someone else…is that true?”

His posture stiffened once again and after a moment he pulled back, refusing to meet your eyes. “That was…a lie, I said that to help soften the blow. I didn’t want her to feel like she wasn’t good enough for me or something, so I told her that.”

“Oh, I see. Well I was” you had to pause and clear your throat- why did you have to clear your throat? “I was kinda hoping it wasn’t true in a way. I like to think you’d tell me if you ever fell in love.”

Finally, he looked at you, and once again you found yourself lost in trying to translate what expression was playing in his eyes. What was it? Damn it, why couldn’t you tell?! And why-… why did a pressure in your chest seem to lift when he said that his feelings for someone else were a lie?

He then reached out and took your hand, “Come on, we don’t have much lunchtime left and I don’t think either of us have managed to eat yet.”

Three days had passed since the White Day incident and winter was still biting in the air, though it was finally giving into the encroaching warmth of spring, even if it was at a snail’s pace. Thankfully you were stuck inside all of the chilly day. Yami and Yugi had been charged with taking care of the game store over the weekend while Grandpa was visiting his old archeologist friend, a trip he rarely got to take. Mrs. Mutou would be working late that evening so the twins were quite thoroughly on their own.

The boys were more than capable of the job, but you still offered your help for the day if only to have an extra set of hands and aid the more boring moments in passing quicker. The boys had accepted the moment you volunteered, even offering to pay you in takeout dinner after closing the shop down.

It was actually a pretty fun day, you knew your way around the store and talking with your friends made the time pass quicker. Though truly, besides dealing with a shipment of the new Duel Monster sets, there wasn’t much to do. Of course, you found a spot of trouble at one point in the day and you weren’t sure what to make of it.

At one point, you had gotten up on a stepladder to put the new display of decks in the proper place on a high shelf. As you called out to ask how you needed to orient them in relation to the previous sets, Yami had climbed up on the bench beside you. Oh, not just beside you, practically against you. His long arms lifted to match yours so he could move aside decks and other displays to aid in your task- and you actually felt like you couldn’t breathe for a moment! His body was so close, his chest leaning into your side, his warm breath fanning across your ear and neck. Your face had burned and your heart clenched in a rebellious reaction that you had not in the slightest bit expected.

Then he had leaned away, his act of aid complete, and after a quick assurance that your chosen spot to put the card was fine, he had hopped off the bench and returned to unpacking the shipping box. You actually needed to a moment to recover from the uncalled for onslaught of odd emotions. What the hell was that?! You had thought to yourself. But you were at an utter loss when it came to an actual answer.

“Alright, Naru, come on now, we’ve taken up enough of their time and they were supposed to close the shop fifteen minutes ago” said the mother to her card enthusiastic eight-year-old.

You, Yugi and Yami had just spent the last hour teaching the boy tips and tricks to Duel Monsters. He was a sweet kid and teaching him had been fun, not to mention he was walking away with quite the armload of purchases, so the sale was worth the time in of itself. Besides, it’s not as if you three had any pressing matters to attend to in that time anyway.

“Okay mama. Thanks again for teaching me!” the boy called as he gathered up his cards.

“Anytime!” Yugi insisted with a light laugh, waving the two goodbye.

It was indeed past closing though, so you worked on flipping the signs, closing the blinds and locking the doors while Yami counted down the register and Yugi went to order dinner. The process didn’t take long and as Yami closed the drawer and went to put the day’s earnings in the store safe he called out in an easy, light tone.

“Thanks again for helping today.”

A simple phrase, though his tone held all the true sense of gratitude within it. Of course you wanted to assure him that there was no need to thank you, and opened your mouth to do just that. However, before a word was out, a playful thought crossed your mind, and you just couldn’t resist acting on said sudden idea.

“Sure thing! I mean, I was stuck inside all day, but at least it was with two of my favorite boys. Then again,” you leaned yourself against the showcase near the stairs leading up to their home. Yami gave you his full attention as he turned away from the now locked safe, raising a brow at your playful tone. “if you really want to thank me, you could always…I don’t know…” you sauntered closer to the stairwell “give me the comfy armchair in the living room!”

You heard Yami dart after you as you sprinted up the stairs and laughed when he called after you. In the Mutou household there was a truly coveted spot in the living room: the cushiest armchair that was perfectly positioned in front of the TV. So of course, you laying claim to it for the rest of the night would simply not stand.

You had to let out a distressed shout when you saw Yugi at the top of the stairs; he had heard your challenge and sprinted into the apartment ahead of you, no doubt to claim the chair as his own. Yami was closing in on you as you cleared the stairs and bolted into the living room. To no one’s surprise, Yugi made it to the cushy armchair first, throwing himself on it as if he were sliding into home base. His victory made both you and Yami redirect your course, aiming for the side of the couch that was best aimed at the TV- Unfortunately you two were so close, that the simultaneous action caused you to crash into each other.

Yami had been just a half step ahead of you, so when he turned towards the couch and intersected with you jumping for the same spot, you effectively leapt onto him. The force sent him flying back and the two of you landed on the couch, you sprawled on top of Yami’s chest, practically pinning him to the cushions.

“Ow-haha that hurt my head!” you whined between laughs. You sat up just a little, clutching the spot on your head where it had made contact with the boy’s chin. “Is your jaw okay?” you asked, still laughing.

It wasn’t until then that you noticed how red Yami’s face was as he made a silent gesture to indicate that he was fine. Upon seeing this very un-Yami like response you felt a flood of embarrassment, perhaps fully realizing the awkwardness of your position, you honestly hadn’t thought anything of at first. So as to not make a bigger deal out of it, you simply climbed off of him and slid into the seat beside. He sat upright and after a little cough, seemed to return to normal.

“I hope I didn’t hurt your head too much,” Yami said, actually managing a slight chuckle.

“Nah, I’m fine,” you assured, still feeling an intense wash of embarrassment in your chest. You happened to look up at Yugi and were surprised to see a rather pleased grin on his face, though he quickly hid it by turning to the TV, asking what you two wanted to watch.

The food arrived and you three decided on a mini anime marathon for watching material. Three episodes in, with food starting to digest, Yugi asked if you guys could take a short break so he could give Anzu a quick call. Of course accepting the request Yugi scurried off to his room leaving you and Yami alone.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Yami said just a few moments after his brother left. He got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchenette just off of the living room.

Your curiosity was piqued and you leaned over the back of the couch to watch as he opened the oven “Please don’t tell me you forgot something in the oven again. I still remember the reason why you two usually order in when left home alone” your tone was light and teasing.

He answered by flashing you a raised eyebrow over his shoulder. “No I didn’t, I was just keeping it in there so it wouldn’t dry out on the counter. It’s actually something I made for you.”

“For me?” the teasing tone vanished as you got up and padded into the kitchen.

Yami turned to you, holding a round pan of brownies in his hands “Your 1am text stating that you were craving baked goods last night got me thinking. You were going to spend all day helping Yugi and I, not to mention a dessert would be nice for all of us. But I especially thought it would be a nice surprise for you,” he seemed to turn a little bashful and went to scratch the back of his head “I know I’m not the best cook or baker but I hope they turned out alright.”

You normally would have answered with a heartfelt ‘aw that’s so sweet!’ or something of the like, but you were too overcome to reply just yet. Since New Years you had been noticing these odd moments where you found yourself feeling strange around Yami. Well, if you were honest with yourself, it had actually started before New Year, but that’s when you had really started to notice it. The odd warmth you felt at his touch, the flutter in your chest when he leaned in closer than usual. Sudden floods of emotion like earlier that very day when you found yourself in unexpected positions with him. Or earlier that week, when the idea of him having love for someone else made your chest- oh…

Then of course, most paramount among these moments were scenes like this, where the small things he did to show his soft side touched and struck you deeper than ever. …Oh no.

You had remained silent too long, because an already adorably bashful Yami had looked up from the floor to gaze at you with concern. Quick to regain yourself, you reached out and took one of the pieces of brownie. Or at least you would have if it wasn’t still one pan sized piece. Yami said something about how he should have cut them, but you giggled and said it was fine, only struggling a moment before managing to break off a section. You popped it into your mouth, imagining how Yami must have gotten up early just to make these. They tasted amazing, or at least, the thought behind them amped up their quality.

“They’re great, Yami! You did an amazing job on them, you should be proud.”

He flashed that smile of his, taking your words to heart and looking quite proud of himself. But that smile. That flutter in your chest started up again…Oh no.

He went to cut the brownies and get glasses of milk, still looking quite happy with your reaction. He had probably made a mess out of the kitchen while trying to bake, likely sat by the oven, watching like a hawk in fear of repeating the last time he tried to bake something alone. Yami was so sweet, so thoughtful. He was confident in so much, but had his moments of bashful insecurity like anyone and perhaps his usually calm demeanor was the cause- but those shy moments of his just made everyone so endearing. He was loyal and brave and smart. He loved his friends, he was distant sometimes, sure, but that just made getting close to him all the more special. Not to mention in spite of his distant nature, you had things like this that showed he cared, just as much as Jonouchi or Anzu or Yugi. Yami was amazing, you had always known it, but now…

Oh no. You had done it again. Oh nooo! You had fallen for your best friend- again!

As you both walked back to the couch and Yugi returned, your mind was reeling- spinning- trying to make sense of this sudden realization. The show on the TV played but you couldn’t keep your focus on it, too engrossed with dissecting every time these feelings had overcome you in Yami’s presence. It had been often, even months ago, though they were growing in frequency and intensity by the week it seemed. Honestly, who could blame you? You hated yourself for doing this yet again, but Yami was amazing, he made you feel amazing. It made sense you would fall for him.

So much time must have passed as you sat on that couch working through these feelings, not even an arm’s length away from the man who caused this inner turmoil. Still, by its end, you could honestly start on the path of coping with this new realization. Over brownies of all things, you had come to realize that you were in love with Yami.

What were you going to do?

#series: not quite unrequited #reader insert #yugioh x reader #yami x reader #atem x reader #ygo #yami #yami mutou #shamless fanfic #yami yugi

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Chapter Three : THE DESOLATION OF THE GRINDR USER

« Grindr is a sociopath nest », Anonymous

Grindr was launched on March 25, 2009. About a month or so earlier, I lost my virginity to the sweetest guy you could imagine. I met him on what we could consider one of Grindr’s ancestors, Gaypax— I still have that account, out of nostalgia. The design is so ugly I wonder now how I did spend so much time on it (we weren’t picky back then…) So Grindr was born at the exact time my sexual and romantic life was unfolding. It means that, except for the few years I’ve spent frenetically masturbating to La Redoute’s underwear catalogues and downloading dirty pictures of Brad Pitt naked with a very slow wifi, I’ve always been accustomed to gay apps.

Recently, the new and improved french magazine Tétu published an article called « Faut-il brûler Grindr?». Though not as detailed as I was hoping it would be, it did not changed my general opinion about the dating app paradigm.

FLASHBACK France, 1971. A young gay man living in a beautiful city called Paris. Mike Brant just released his first major hit, Rock’N’Roll is slowly dying and Les Bidasses en Folie is this year’s biggest success at the box office. Unfortunately for him, the Gay Rights Movement is just at its infancy, homosexuality is still considered a mental illness and sodomy is punishable by law. So he shut his mouth and do his dirty business privately. he spends time around Place de Clichy and finds very discreet bars that can welcome him without too much judgement. He takes long walks toward the Tuileries bushes and sucks a stranger’s dong without any verbal exchange. He ends up marrying that fine young Marie, daughter of a friend of his dad, makes a couple of kids and from time to time, goes back to those places, shameful of himself.

That was the life of a gay man in France. If he didn’t get killed along the way. CUT TO 2009. Grindr is the first official gay dating app launched around the world. In France, the ban on sodomy disappeared in 1981 and since 1992, you are no longer considered a crazy person for being attracted to a person of the same sex (well, not from an official medical point, anyway). The app came to fruition through a simple question asked by its creator, Joel Simkhai : « WHO ELSE IS GAY AROUND HERE? ».

By 2012, 4 million people were using the App. 27 million as of 2017. Tinder followed in 2012 — you are welcome, straight people. Then SCRUFF, GAYROMEO, HORNET, BLUED, … What is wrong, then ? You damn well know something is wrong.

SMARTPHONE, 21st CENTURY’S NEW BACKROOM

If you go to a bar, you have to talk to the bartender, exchange a least a fews words with strangers, even dance as your look around and are being seen by others in the flesh. If you go to a gaybar, the same thing happens. If you go to a gaybar then the gaybar’s backroomn, rules change.

As the dating apps was closing in on worldwide domination, it became clear that the natural human kindness and respect would ultimately have no effect on the way people would communicate with one another on Grindr. I’ve been working in a bookstore for the past four years, you see. I expect a “hello”, “goodbye” and a smile during any interactions with clients — from them and myself. So there’s nothing more annoying that someone coming up to you, barking what they want to and leaving without any civility whatsoever. The Grindr equivalent would be Step 1 : A DICK PICK (or ass pick. I once had a fisting commemorative photo sent to me) straight up. Step 2 : A terribly convenient “cc sava tu ch?” or a “cho?” Step 3A : If you are polite enough to answer something, a conclusive “tu reçoi” or “tu bouge” Step 3B : you did not answer a singe word and the guy either sends you a “????” or insults the shit out of you. I sometimes do not answer impolite clients at work. Guess what ? Bitches say hello if you stare down at them long enough. On the internet, never gonna happen.

I remember the first couple of times I went on Grindr. I tried to answer everyone, even a “no, thank you”. There was always some “Hello”s, “How are you?”s, a few “My name is”s. But as the years went by, gay men (as I mostly talk to gay or bisexual cis men on these apps, I can only give my opinion on that category of people) adopted a series of unofficial rules to talk to each other.

1. If we are on this app, we are ready to fuck. 2. We do not have time for small talk. 3. We do not need your name, but dick size and multiple nudes are welcome. A picture is worth a thousand blablablahs. 4. We need to be very precise about what we want, so as not to waste our precious time. 5. Seriously, give us a full diagnosis of your body shape through pics, boy. 6. Chems ? 9. There are no rule 7 & 8, because 6 & 9. Now, turn around.

There are also lots of personal rules users seem keen on sharing them publicly as to implement unofficial rule number 4.

NO FEMS, NO BLACKS, NO ASIANS

“Pretty chill guy here. Very open minded and friendly. I love men from different cultures. Just no Asians. Asians leave me alone. I’m not racist” “Don’t message me. I’ll message you :). No Blacks Asians or fems. Love it when fats call themselves masc. hahahaha.” “Tell me if top/btm. Don’t really believe in “vers”. […] Attracted to Latin & White (trying to sound PC)” “Chill masc sane… just described nobody on here… Over 35, Asian or fem = block.. haha” “99% of you are losers. I’m the top 1%. So prove yourself first” The last one was written by a white male, by the way. They all were.

In our modern society, we’re not fools enough to believe that racism disappeared and everyone is accepting of others. Just look at the whole series of events called “while Black” where white people called cops on black folks for getting out of their airbnbs, talking in a Starbucks without ordering or falling asleep in a communal room at college. Nevertheless, you don’t see parades of racists proudly marching with “NO BLACKS” signs on the streets — you see another type of marches, yes. Free speech and stuff, sure. So why has it become acceptable in people’s minds to shade light on their racism in their profiles, barely hiding behind the “sexual preference” bullshit excuse ?

In an article dated September 2018 called “Why is it OK for online dates to block whole ethnic groups?” (2), the Observer related the appalling anecdote of an elderly white man who responded to a Grindr user of asian descent : “Asian, ew gross”.

I myself was told that I was too fat, too small, too twinkish, then not enough of those, or too white (but so we’re clear : RESERVE RACISM IS NOT A THING. STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT A THING!).

Racism also works with the beliefs that if you look or act a certain way, you obviously are what someone’s fantasy is. You are a black man so I assume that my hole will expand by ten once you’re inside me. You a blond light weight with feminine traits. You’re a submissive bottom and a real whore.

The world works on assumptions (ex : the myth of the BIG BLACK DICK or the for-sure global instinct that Tom Hanks would never have to face any #MeToo accusations) and apps follow that same path but without any policing. The absence of ramifications from someone’s actions further implement a feeling of unapologetic mindfulness — the same way being in a dark backroom with strangers you can’t see does not seem to add any consequences to what you’ll do next.

Recently, Grindr tried to course correct its past errors by creating “Kindr” (3). Was it a new app that would prevent people from actively using hate speech ? WELL WHY DON’T YOU PREVENT IT ON GRINDR THEN ? Was it a new platform to exchange ideas and experiences so that we can find another way to communicate together ?

Here’s how they introduce Kindr on their official site : At Grindr, we’re into diversity (MONEY), inclusion, and users who treat each other with respect. We’re not into racism, bullying, or other forms of toxic behavior (YOU ARE THE TOXIC BEHAVIOR). These are our preferences, and we’ve updated our Community Guidelines to better reflect them. Same app. New rules (DID YOU THOUGH?) Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Their type. Their tastes. But nobody is entitled to tear someone else down because of their race, size, gender, HIV status, age, or — quite simply — being who they are. (AS LONG AS IT DOES NOT PUT YOUR BUSINESS IN A RISKY POSITION) Join us in building a kinder Grindr. (DO YOUR OWN DAMN WORK). Express yourself, but not at the expense of someone else (OR US). Report discrimination when you see it (LIKE WITH THE JEWS BACK THEN. ALSO, WE THE USERS, ALREADY DID THAT). Use your voice and share your story to call out prejudice and spark change. Together, we can amplify the conversation and take steps towards a kinder, more respectful community (SEE, WE AT GRINDR ARE WOKE).

There you have it. A marketing scam to ease the pain of millions of users whose relationships and self esteem were affected by Grindr’s lack of interest in their consumers. How many years did it take for a simple statement from the CEO ? What’s actually concrete about these actions ?

in the community guide lines, it is stated that they “will remove any discriminatory statements displayed on profiles. […] Profile language that is used to openly discriminate against other users’ traits and characteristics will not be tolerated and will be subject to review by our moderation team”. FINE. So, if someone says “no short fat asians”, theoretically it would be removed from the profile. But if it says “more into vanilla and spice than chocolate and rice. So hit me up if this is you” (an actual Grindr profile, by the way), what can a Grindr moderator do about it ? The racism is still there. Are we to believe that EVERY single profile is being reviewed in detail ?

#deletegrindr was a popular hashtag over a year ago. I’m not on twitter and I still heard about it. Was it a cultural shift in the way gay people wanted to treat other gay people ? Were we on the verge of a revolution ? Nop. Grindr released data informations of thousands and thousands of profiles about HIV status (something that you can put on your Grindr profile) to third party companies. Since then, Grindr released the Kindr initiative and rewrote its policies.

I’m not against dating apps. I think it was a wonderful tool back in the day to extend one’s horizon, explore and experiment with love, sex and adventures. It no longer works that way. I didn’t even talk about the spreading of drug using through profile description and the real danger of stimulants in someone’s sex life.

#deletegrindr should come back and this time, it has to work. Silicon Valley, go make an app from scratch. One that would implement actual kindness to the machine, not based on popularity. Think of what people need, not what they want. People are shitheads. I’m a shithead. What I want is never good for me.

And YOU. You, little queer boy reading this. Don’t go on Grindr before going to bed to check the hotties in your area. Forget about that 6'2 monster cock Swedish god that lives nearby and offered you a quick hump for the ride. Ask him for a drink, put down your phone, get to know him a little and then fuck his brains out. You’re still gonna fuck but you’ll find humanity where there was once none.

That’s my preaching for the night. I gave up long ago on apps. I delete them all and stay away for months. Then, I feel lonely and get back to one or two. I met this new guy that way (4).The nice thing about it was that we did not talk dick sizes, favorite positions or any sexual desires until way after we actually met (and we’re talking two full weeks of messages). I’m not on any dating apps now.

(1) https://tetu.com (2) https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/sep/29/wltm-colour-blind-dating-app-racial-discrimination-grindr-tinder-algorithm-racism (3) https://www.kindr.grindr.com (4) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ezra_Miller

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osakaso5 · 6 years ago

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ŹOOĻ Special Story - Antagonistic Quarter

Chapter 2 - A Life of Selfish Lies

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Minami Natsume: I was a bit surprised that you'd say something like that to Inumaru-san.

Torao Mido: Whatever. I've already forgotten what I said.

Minami Natsume: I didn't think you were someone who understands the sadness that comes with not having your value recognized, nor the pain of people not needing anything from you.

Minami Natsume: I'm sure you always had people praising and desiring you, people you'd run away to whenever you grew tired of something.

Minami Natsume: If, by any chance, you were actually feeling hurt and having self-doubts...

Torao Mido: Minami...

Minami Natsume: I'd just love to be there to witness it.

Torao Mido: Tsk... Is this some kind of strange fanaticism? Do you think this is funny? Or is your personality really this horrible?

Minami Natsume: No. I just can't be honest with myself. The truth is that I'm worried about you, Mido-san.

Torao Mido: You won't fool me.

Minami Natsume: Ah... The difficulty of being sincere.

Torao Mido: Sorry to let you down, but I'm not hurt or doubting myself in any way. Pathetic emotions like pain and loneliness have no relation to me.

Minami Natsume: My, oh my.

Torao Mido: Aren't you the same? The fact that you used to be a child actor must mean that you were successful from a young age. You probably haven't experienced any hardships either.

Minami Natsume: Of course I have. I've got countless rejections behind me.

Torao Mido: ...Really?

Minami Natsume: Yes. That's exactly why I've become so twisted, you know?

Torao Mido: I don't like that answer...

Minami Natsume: Hee hee, you're so kind. You're not twisted, Mido-san. Though you're also not someone who'd be welcomed by the masses with open arms.

Torao Mido: Ryo-san told me something similar when I first met him.

Minami Natsume: Oh, what did he say?

Torao Mido: "You're messed up. But it's not your fault. It’s because you were living like an idol before you even had the wish or resolve to be one."

Minami Natsume: ...What does that mean?

Torao Mido: Who knows. I'm still not sure.

- - - -

Torao Mido: Wow, a new hero toy! Thank you, Nii-san!

Torao's Brother: Ahaha. You sure love heroes, Torao!

Torao Mido: Yeah! Defeating bad guys is cool!

Torao's Brother: Oh... Dad's yelling. Sorry, but I gotta go, Torao.

Torao Mido: Dad's so nice... Why is he always angry at you?

Torao's Brother: He has big expectations for me, that's all. It's my job to be the successor of this family. I'm proud that he's treating me like an adult.

Torao Mido: Expectations...

Torao's Brother: That's why you need to do what you like and grow up carefree for my share, too. I'll bring you another toy!

Torao Mido: Thank you!

Maid: Heh... Even our strict master and the young master like to spoil Torao-san. He's such an angelic, adorable boy.

Maid: Master is a kind man at heart, so he must feel the need to spoil his servants and Torao-san to make up for how harshly he treats his oldest son.

Maid: I'm sure he'll grow into a handsome young man, loved by everyone!

- - - -

Torao's Father: Well done! You were the top of your school year, and excelled in your extracurricular activities as well. The Mido lineage couldn't ask for a better son.

Torao Mido: Thank you, Dad.

Torao's Father: And on top of that, you have the same dignified features your mother had when she was young. You're the center of attention at every party you go to.

Torao Mido: Thank you. I wanted to talk to you about university. I'd like to aim for the one Nii-san graduated from.

Torao Mido: That way, I could probably help you two with work...

Torao's Father: You can't study abroad. I won't be able to see your face when I return to Japan. Besides, it's been dangerous around there lately, so a Japanese university is your best option.

Torao Mido: ...Okay...

Torao's Father: You don't need to worry about the company. Just do what you want and live an easy life. Oh, I get it. Do you need more pocket money?

Torao's Father: If there's anything you want to do, tell me. I'll support you in any way I can.

Torao's Father: I, your mother, and your brothers are all here for you. We all want you to be happy.

Torao Mido: Ah, I see... Alright. Thank you.

- - - -

Woman: Torao-kun, how did dinner with your father go?

Torao Mido: Same as always. He told me to live how I want.

Woman: That's so nice of him! In that case, let's go overseas for our next holiday! To one of your family's fancy hotels!

Torao Mido: Again?

Woman: Can I invite my friends this time? When I told them about our cruise, they all wanted to go, too.

Torao Mido: I don't mind going overseas... But I don't really like your friends. All they do is ask me weird questions.

Woman: That's because you're so cool! Pretty please?

Torao Mido: You're always asking me for things. Can I ask something, too?

Woman: Sure. What?

Torao Mido: Let's go see this movie. It's about an American comic book hero...

Woman: Sorry, I don't like violent stuff. Besides, mainstream movies aren't something celebs watch! I don't think they suit you, Torao-kun!

Torao Mido: Oh, I see...

Torao Mido: Sigh...

- - - -

Torao Mido: I don't know if everyone loves me or hates me.

- - - -

Door opens

Torao's Father: You call yourself my successor!? You need to do better than this!

Torao Mido: Dad. Ah... you're on the phone with Nii-san?

Torao's Father: ...Oh, Torao. What is it?

Torao Mido: I made my tutor angry...

Torao's Father: It's alright. Don't worry. I'll do something about that. You did nothing wrong, Torao.

- - - -

Woman: You're dumping me for a reason like that!? Why can't you listen to me more, and be nicer to me!?

Torao Mido: What do you mean, "nicer"? I did everything you wanted. You could've listened to me, too...

Woman: Whatever! You can't understand how I feel, anyway. Because you've got everything!

- - - -

Torao's Father: You want to go backpacking with your friends from university? You can't do that. What if you get kidnapped in some crime-ridden country?

Torao Mido: I'll be fine. Dad, didn't you tell me that I could do what I wanted..?

Torao's Father: You can do anything but that. You're so naive, Torao. Ahaha. That's another thing I love about my adorable youngest son.

Torao's Father: Torao, what do you want to do? What do you wish for? Ask me anything.

- - - -

Woman: I'm so happy... Just walking around town with you is total bliss.

Torao Mido: ...Oh, is that so?

Woman: Yes... I've always admired you, Torao-san, so just being with you makes me really happy.

Torao Mido: Sigh... I see.

Torao Mido: In that case, don't hold back. What do you want to eat? Is there anything you'd like?

Woman: I don't want anything! Ah... But, there is one thing...

Woman: Could I upload a picture of us on social media?

Torao Mido: .......

- - - -

Torao Mido: I don't know if everyone's being kind or unkind towards me.

- - - -

Torao Mido: I wonder what this person wants.

Torao Mido: I wonder what this person doesn't want.

Torao Mido: If you assume that you can do whatever you want, you'll find out that that's not true. Well, not like it matters.

Torao Mido: It's too difficult and bothersome to think about. They'll be giving you a sweet smile one moment and frowning the next. That's just how people are.

Torao Mido: Irresponsible, insincere, greedy, changing completely depending on the people they're with. I should just live like they do.

Torao Mido: I feel like I used to want something, but I've already forgotten what. Oh well, everyday's fun, so it doesn't matter. People seem to envy me, anyways.

Torao Mido: Even if not every night is fun for me, I'm pretty sure I've never felt unhappy.

Ryo Tsukumo: Hey mister, are you interested in showbiz?

Torao Mido: .........

Ryo Tsukumo: Wow, you didn't even stop to listen! Used to talent scouts, are you?

Torao Mido: You're bothering me. Go away.

Ryo Tsukumo: No, I'm not. You should be interested in what I have to say. After all, you're not a performer, yet your whole life is an act.

Torao Mido: ...What're you talking about?

Ryo Tsukumo: You're the very embodiment of an idol! On one hand, you're allowed to do anything, but on the other, your existence comes with endless guidelines.

Ryo Tsukumo: That's why you're so messed up. But it's not your fault. You're acting like an idol without the wish or resolve to be one.

Ryo Tsukumo: You're going down the road that many idols with hopes and resolve have collapsed on, with only an empty heart. Well done.

Torao Mido: ..........

Torao Mido: I don't get what you're saying, but okay. Seeya.

Ryo Tsukumo: Wait, wait. Give it some proper thought first. You're enrolled in such a nice university, after all.

Torao Mido: You're a pain in the ass...

Ryo Tsukumo: I just can't bear to see you become unhappy at this rate.

Torao Mido: Me, unhappy? Haha... Do you even know who I am?

Ryo Tsukumo: You are unhappy. It's unhappiness that nobody expects anything from you. Third son of the Mido household, Torao Mido.

Torao Mido: ........

Ryo Tsukumo: Your family treats you like a pet, your peers treat you like an oil magnate. But nobody expects anything from you as a person.

Ryo Tsukumo: I know the feeling very well! I'm an overlooked talent, myself! Though my older brother was the family pet!

Torao Mido: ...Who are you?

Ryo Tsukumo: Finally, I've caught your attention. Ryo Tsukumo. Future president of a talent agency.

Torao Mido: I'm not interested in showbiz. The entertainment industry is full of lies, anyway.

Ryo Tsukumo: What makes you say that?

Torao Mido: I mean... Everybody says so. They lie to get special treatment.

Ryo Tsukumo: Exactly, Torao. I went through awful things because of those lying performers and idols.

Ryo Tsukumo: I want to take revenge on them. I'll expose the truth to all those who see that filthy world as something beautiful.

Torao Mido: ..."Them"?

Ryo Tsukumo: Re:vale, for starters! Ever heard of them? The idol stars that everyone's talking about!

Ryo Tsukumo: Back when they were unpopular, they relied on me, used me, only to break their promise once they'd made their big break.

Torao Mido: I see... They seemed like nice guys to me.

Ryo Tsukumo: Momo is the Devil incarnate, while Yuki is the very embodiment of Death! They absolutely must be punished. Next up is TRIGGER!

Torao Mido: TRIGGER, too?

Ryo Tsukumo: Exactly. That Ryunosuke Tsunashi guy is a huge liar. He's pretending to be a celeb like you, but he's actually the son of a fisherman who's drowning in debt!

Ryo Tsukumo: And there's plenty more! Gaku Yaotome is domineering from the shadow of his father, while Sumire Hanamaki does nothing but beg for vacations now that she's made it big!

Ryo Tsukumo: They're nothing but selfish, crooked, dishonest people who can't be fixed! And yet, they're what's popular nowadays!

Ryo Tsukumo: This world is all wrong...

Torao Mido: ....... Yeah, I guess so...

Ryo Tsukumo: Hey, Torao. Please save me. I don't want to give up just yet. I need your help in order to deliver some justice.

Torao Mido: ...Justice..?

Ryo Tsukumo: Yes, indeed! I want to defeat Re:vale, TRIGGER, and all those other liars, too!

Ryo Tsukumo: To do that, I need an in to the entertainment business, a beautiful man who can rise the top in the blink of an eye. Someone like you.

Torao Mido: ........

Torao Mido: How do I know you're not lying?

Ryo Tsukumo: I have recordings and documents as proof. I'll send them to you, if you want.

Torao Mido: ...Fine. I'll think about it.

Ryo Tsukumo: I have great expectations for you, Torao.

Torao Mido: ........

Ryo Tsukumo: And I actually mean it when I say that.

- - - -

Torao Mido: ........

Minami Natsume: Mido-san?

Torao Mido: Ah... No, it's nothing.

Torao Mido: Hey, Minami. Why do you compose music? What got you into it?

Torao Mido: How does one find something they want to do?

Minami Natsume: ........

Minami Natsume: I used to play the piano. Before I became a child actor, I even took lessons. I absolutely loved playing.

Minami Natsume: However, eventually my work got so busy that I had to quit.

Torao Mido: I see.

Minami Natsume: I'm much like the Town Musicians of Bremen. I lost sight of my original goal and remained in place. Despite that, I thought I'd earned my happy ending.

Torao Mido: Was that a bad ending, then?

Minami Natsume: I suppose my story has yet to conclude.

Torao Mido: Oh...

Minami Natsume: I'll head home now. The stars are making me awfully sentimental tonight. I might blurt out something unnecessary.

Torao Mido: ...Alright. Take care.

Minami Natsume: Good night.

Continued in Part 2...

#idolish7 #zool #toma inumaru #torao mido #minami natsume #haruka isumi #other translations

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Text

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 1

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 2,510

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapter: 1

"CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!"

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34626863 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.15

14:00

Mochi_Moves:

Will this make you feel happier?

SUGA:

What the fuck

Who is this?

Mochi_Moves:

That doesn’t matter. Did the picture make you laugh? c:

SUGA:

No what the fuck

I think you have the wrong #

Mochi_Moves:

Aw :c

No, I just found this number and wanted to make you a happy emo boy!

SUGA:

Wait, who are you

How do you know I’m emo

Also it’s not emo

It’s grunge

Fuck you

Mochi_Moves:

But..I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name :c

Just call me Mochi

I’ll be your anonymous friend c:

Why are you a sad grunge boy?

SUGA:

Life is a bitch

That’s why.

Mochi_Moves:

Ohmygod, this poor soul

Who hurt you??????

SUGA:

Like i’m gonna tell a stranger my life story

Mochi_Moves:

But didn’t you know?

It’s easier to tell strangers

Come on c: c: c:

SUGA:

Add another smile to that and I just might strangle you

I’m kidding

But not really

Mochi_Moves:

SUGA:

Now that’s a relatable emotion

Mochi_Moves:

Okay alright

I won’t pressure you

You can tell me tomorrow c:

Instead tell me something happy about yourself!

SUGA:

I have mint hair.

I guess that’s happy?

Idk

Coloured hair makes me happier

Mochi_Moves:

Mint???? Wow!

I’ve never seen anyone with mint hair

That must look so cool *.*

SEND ME A PICTURE

SUGA:

No, what if you’re a predator

I’ve watched Catfish

I know how this shit goes

Mochi_Moves:

But I’m not! Just the hair

Pleeeaaassseee?

SUGA:

Only if you tell me who you are

Mochi_Moves:

How do I know you’re not a predator either?

Maybe you’re the bathroom janitor for all I know

SUGA:

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KNEW I WAS AN

EMO BOY

YOU MESSAGED ME FIRST

Mochi_Moves:

I just found it in the bathroom and wanted to

cheer up a sad grunge emo boy

SUGA:

Goddammit Hoseok.

He fucking put my number on the

stall wall again, didn’t he

I’m gonna fight him

Last time he did this, I got calls

nonstop

Mochi_Moves:

Hoseok?

JUNG HOSEOK??????

SUGA:

for a week.

Holy shit.

You know my arch nemesis?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeah! I dance with him!

He’s a great friend

Annoying sometimes…

BUt wonderful c:

SUGA:

Holy shit

You’re that Jimin kid he always

talks about

The revered dancer

“God, Yoongi you should see him. The way he moves his body is

the closest humans will get to magic.”

Mochi_Moves:

He really said something like that?? Wow, he’s really pushing it

Hah..

But you exposed yourself,

Nice to meet you Min Yoongi c:

SUGA:

That’s Yoongi HYUNG to you

Well, since I know you’re not going to prey on my gay ass

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, well

Two gay boys can be friends

So don’t worry

I won’t be a gay predator

SUGA:

Fellas,

Is it gay to have gay friends

Mochi_Moves:

Let’s try it and see if it’ll answer your question!

SUGA:

Well, I showed my face.

Your turn, punk.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m not a punk :c

According to Hoseok

I’m a soft mochi

SUGA:

Is that that Taehyung kid

He’s in my art class

I swear to GOD

Loudass motherfucker

But I guess he makes me laugh

Mochi_Moves:

BITCHDV

WATCH WOT U SAY BOU

M E

I KNOW WHE REY

YOU SIT

SUGA:

Holy shit he’s been reading over

your shoulder?

Hey kid, you’re wild. I admire it.

Especially when you got the fire alarm to go off

in the middle of free painting the other day.

Idk how you did it. You didn’t even leave your

seat.

Mochi_Moves:

I hav my ways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Next time i jasdskjf

Sdfgk

Sorry! Taehyung took my phone

When I left the room

But yes it’s the one and only

We’re roommates

SUGA:

I see. So no hanging at your place.

Haha

I’m just kidding

Not really

But yeah

Mochi_Moves:

Oh, so you do want to

come over sometime then?

Is that what you’re saying?

c: c: c:

SUGA:

I thought we had bonded over being

Hobi’s friend

I thought WE were gay pals

Without it being gay

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, you’re right!

I thought maybe

You already went onto the next base

Im so glad it didn’t turn out like that

My best gay pal c:

Second to Taehyung of course

SUGA:

I mean, you are a handsome fella

But

I don’t uh, date, really.

Mochi_Moves:

Ahhhh, does your love life

have to do with you being a sad emo grunge boy?

A tragic backstory?

SUGA:

A tale for another time.

(like far beyond this time)

Hahaha

Mochi_Moves:

So like

tomorrow?

SUGA:

Someone’s persistent

Why do you wanna know so bad?

Gonna try to fix the depressed grunge boy?

Mochi_Moves:

You’re just an interesting person

Min yoongi

I’ll figure you out c:

SUGA:

That’s hyung to you, brat.

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.16

02:30

Mochi_Moves:

Did this cheer you up?

He had too much soju last night

SUGA:

You all drank without me

What the fuck

Mochi_Moves:

I’m sorry :c

I’ll invite you next time!

It was a night out for the dance team

But it can just be us the next time

And I’ll bring taehyung

And hoseok

You don’t want to be around the dance team

When they’re drunk

Trust me

SUGA:

I’ll take your word for it.

Mochi_Moves:

But did it cheer you up????

SUGA:

How can I not laugh at his dumb face

Mochi_Moves:

Just don’t tell him

He’ll make me do push ups for days

if he finds out I have this

considering he blacked out

and doesn't remember a thing

heh

SUGA:

I told him you found my number yesterday

He screamed

Then he sent me this:

And asked how gay I was for you

Mochi_Moves:

DELETE THIS NOW

!!!!

SUGA:

No. it brings me joy.

Mochi_Moves:

Yoongi

Whyy

SUGA:

Hey, haven’t you been trying to make me

happy?

It worked.

Mochi_Moves:

That’s true..

My pain is your happiness

c’:

SUGA:

But I told him I wasn’t gay for you

AND THEN

He sent me this:

And said “how about now?”

I just need to know, what was the

occasion?

Mochi_Moves:

Why does hyung still have this

I swear

I’m going to go talk to this..

Brb

He’s in the other room

SUGA:

Tell him I said thank you for our new

Kakao chat background pic

Mochi_Moves:

YOU DIDNT

MIN YOONGI

TELL ME YOU

DIDNT

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

That’s..heh

I don’t know what to say to that

Asdfhjkl

That was a performance I did a few years back

For a dance competition

Hoseok hyung begged

I didn’t want to

But i did anyway, it’s hyung

I can’t say no to him

I retired the exposed chest look

So don’t expect another one

Ever

SUGA:

Not to sound gay or anything

But

You have a nice body.

Good job.

Mochi_Moves:

What about you Mint Yoongi?

What do you do?

SUGA:

Write/compose/play music

A lil art here n there

I’m skilled on the piano.

And I have some beats on soundcloud

Mochi_Moves:

Wow! I love a good artist c:

Have you released anything to music companies??

SUGA:

Uh...

Kinda?

Mochi_Moves:

You must be famous! Can I hear some of your work??

SUGA:

I’m about as famous as you.

https://soundcloud.com/bangtan/agustd103

There you go, I guess.

Mochi_Moves:

It sounds amazing!

You’re so talented

One day you could compose a song

For one of my shows???

How cool would that be?!

SUGA:

Woah, take me to dinner first

Mochi_Moves:

So are you asking for a date??

Mint Yoongi

We haven’t even met formally yet…

So fast..

SUGA:

You were the one talking about intimacies

Composing a song for someone is as

intimate as fucking them.

Mochi_Moves:

Alright alright

Just gay best pals

Who’ve never met

SUGA:

Well are you insinuating that we should get up

get out and go meet somewhere?

Mochi_Moves:

That would be a good start

Besides

Hoseoks been wanting me to meet you for forever now

I just never had the time

Let’s do it for the sake of this poor hyung

SUGA:

It’s a monday morning.

I don’t have class.

We’re getting coffee.

Also

Why is Hobi hyung but you REFUSE TO

CALL ME HYUNG

Mochi_Moves:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Meet me at the campus cafe at 10?

SUGA:

Yeah. Sounds good.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.25

13:00

SUGA:

Hey

Heyyy

Heyyyyyyy

Jimin

Min

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoongi?

Hi!

What

What is it?

SUGA:

Did I leave my composition notebook

at your place? I can’t find it

And I’m honestly freaking out

I’m gonna have a panic attack

All my songs are in there

And some stuff I don’t want people

poking around in

Mochi_Moves:

Give me just a second, I’m walking back to my room

I’m almost there

SUGA:

Fuckkkkk

Okay

It’s okay

Mochi_Moves:

Oh goodness

I found it!

I caught Taehyung holding it, but I don’t think he read anything

I’ve never lurched at him so quickly

Do you want me to drop it off?

SUGA:

Yes <3

That heart was so entirely

A you thing

Mochi_Moves:

Aw c:

You’re sending hearts now

SUGA:

Did it make yours go bangya bangya

Mochi_Moves:

Just a little

SUGA:

That’s fucking gay wow

Mochi_Moves:

I’ll safely return your notebook now!

I’ll guard it with my life

And I won’t read anything

I promise

SUGA:

Jimin

You’re a true hero

I might end up composing that song for

you if you don’t watch out.

Mochi_Moves:

You want to go to the next base already?

wow

I’m impressed

SUGA:

Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie

My emotional capacity is that of a

teaspoon.

Mochi_Moves:

If you triple the recipe, you’ll get a tablespoon

I just gotta triple my love

And your emotional capacity will go up

SUGA:

Which girl group sang that

Bc that’s what you sound like

It’s pretty gay.

Mochi_Moves:

I live with a gay roommate,

I learn a lot of gay things from him

Now open up Mint Yoongi

I’m outside

SUGA:

I would yell @ you for not calling me hyung

But i want my damn notebook.

I’m coming.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.27

02:50

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoondi

Min

Yonff

Ccd:

SUGA:

Wha

Are you drunk?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeff

Yessd

So muffh soju

Whaff aru yo u ding

SUGA:

Where are you?

Are you safe?

Mochi_Moves:

I jusf go t home

Tae t ae passef out

I wasa bored

And mussed u

SUGA:

You saw me like 7 hours ago

Mochi_Moves:

Oghmygo

Ohmydo

That wascd so lo ng ago

::(

SUGA:

Jimin

You should drink water and go to sleep

Please

For your health

Mochi_Moves:

Im nof tierd

Ill dinrk wahter though

Aru you still u p wrintinh musi

???/

SUGA:

As usual.

Mochi_Moves:

WHAt isi it about this tim e/?

SUGA:

My first love.

Mochi_Moves:

Fird love?

I neve r heARd anything abo ut your love life

Didi somethin rly happen to make u

An emo grunge bo y?

Can you ttell me about it??

SUGA:

Not when you’re drunk.

Ask me when you’re sober.

Mochi_Moves:

Ehehhehfdhe

You sitll won t share about yourself :c

I thoght we were best gay pals

I thoufht we got close enough to talk abuot these kind

Of things

SUGA:

Your hangover is gonna be nasty.

How about

I come over in the morning, bring some fire ramen

And tell you about me.

I just don’t want you to forget the conversation.

Mochi_Moves:

Wooooooooooow

minT yoon gi

The sweetest man

Fire ranen sounds

fantatiiiiiiifc

SUGA:

You bet your ass I’m the sweetest man

I’ll fuck up anyone who says otherwise.

Mochi_Moves:

Sweet as suga r

SUGA:

Damn right i am

Mochi_Moves:

<3/

Chat With The.V.Zone

2015.11.29

15:00

The.V.Zone:

Lstn Yoongz

I saw your notebook

SUGA:

I figured you weren’t above snooping in my shit

Trying to figure me out

Or whatever.

The.V.Zone:

I was nvr a fan of you in the first place

Ill b honest

SUGA:

Understandable.

I used to find you unbearably obnoxious

The.V.Zone

I don’’t kno what my Chim has goin on in his head

But he’s all ovr u these days

And im gttn weird vibes

I dnt feel comfortable with this situation

Bck off a little

Chim is a sensitive soul

I don’t want any1 hurting him

SUGA:

Just curious, but what did you read

The.V.Zone

Smthn abt ur first love

SUGA:

Ah.

That’s uh,

I wrote that about my piano

The.V.Zone

Wut.

SUGA:

Look, my family situation was kinda

It wasn’t great

So I played piano and wrote music

And well

I fell in love with it.

I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.

The.V.Zone:

…

weLL WHY DIDNT U JUST SAY SO

LOOK @ U

A SOFT EMO BOY FALLIN IN LUV

WITH A

PIANo

Wow u r so gay

SUGA:

My name is literally sugar, why are you all

so surprised to find out i’m nice?

The.V.Zone:

U always look rly grumpy

Like ur ready 2 kill someone

I dnt want my Chim around a murderer

SUGA:

It’s call resting bitch face and I’m sorry it

bothers you.

Jimin is a dear friend to me. I would never

do anything to hurt him.

The.V.Zone:

Well

If u say so

THEN BY ALL MEANS FEEL FREE 2 CUM OVR ANYTIME

But im not kiddin bout backing off

Chims mine

Furever

SUGA:

Wait, are you harbouring romantic

feelings for Jimin?

The.V.Zone:

Am i

Am i harborinfdsf

LMMAAAAAAAAOO

Ohmyg o d

Hyung

Ur so funny

Im crying

Oh dear god no

Im happily taken

But ty for ur concern

SUGA:

See, we don’t talk so I don’t know these

things about you.

Don’t worry

You still and will forever remain Jimin’s #1

The.V.Zone:

Good

But wait

What abt u

R u harboring feelings for my Chim??

SUGA:

…

I liked it better when we weren’t talking

The.V.Zone

O h

I liked it better when we weren’t talking too.

BUT 2 LATE 4 THAT

SPILL THE JUICES

I WONT TELL I PROMISE

SUGA:

Every single fiber of my being tells me that

that is a lie

The.V.Zone:

U dont kno me

SUGA:

Yeah that’s the problem

The.V.Zone:

Okay

Rmbr Jimin’s recent performance?

U 2 sick with the flu

And cldnt go

SUGA:

:/ I still feel bad about that.

He was so excited for me to watch.

The.V.Zone

Well

I hve pics

V good pics

If u tell me ill send them 2 u

U wont regret

:) :)

SUGA:

You know, I might have misjudged you, Kim Taehyung.

I apologize for that.

The.V.Zone:

U r forgiven

SUGA:

Well. I haven’t told anyone this

but

I have

emotions

regarding a certain person

named

Park Jimin.

The.V.Zone:

*sigh*

Some1 in luv

With my Chim

SUGA:

You throw the word “love” out so easily

I’ve only known him personally for like 2 weeks

The.V.Zone:

Gr8 point

Thats why ur perfct 4 him

An intellectual

I’ll deliver what i promised

Cherish these with ur lyfe

Regrettin that flu yet?

SUGA:

Holy shit

I’m gay

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