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akaashioppa · 3 years ago

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Forever Will Never Be The Same

pairings: oikawa x reader

summary: The reader finally confronts her husband Oikawa after cheating allegations in the male locker room. angst!!!

warnings: curse words, mentions of the reader having a son with Oikawa, confronting of cheating.

w/c: 1736

A/N: first time writing for Oikawa :)

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“Everyone get out now!”

Your voice echoed off the metal lockers of the locker room. Eyes widened as you made your way into the changing room, not because of the fact that a girl was entering the male’s locker room. It was the fact that Oikawa (Y/N) was coming to kick her husband’s ass. Just as every man passed you to flee, their musky scent filled your nose making you cringe.

After the final whistle of the game, people were scavenging to take pictures with Oikawa Toru except you. Each morning that you woke your husband up he would give you one of those cheeky grins that he was giving the fans right now, the stupid grin was fake. Laughter, jokes, and cries filled your ears, for what reason? The Great King made his grand entrance back to the court, winning both sets with the help of Iwaizumi. The Great King himself showered his fans with love and pictures while you stood from afar, anger flowing through your veins. Knowing the Poker Face King for ten years and having been married to him for two, it was easy to mimic the grin. As girls would pass by screaming about the pictures they took with him you would shoot them that famous grin.

You timed each moment perfectly, celebrating the win, pictures with fans, interviews with the sports commentators, more fan interaction and now he hits the locker room for a shower. Luckily for you, he was beginning to take his sweaty jersey off, beads of sweat from the previous game were still prominent.

“What are you doing here?” The look on his face was one of a kind, it was a mixture of panic and anger. Nothing to be afraid of, it’s not like he didn’t give you the same look when you caught him at the bar with another woman. Or the time you were driving down the road with his phone constantly going off, every other minute he’d get notifications, this would go on for hours.

The yelling of the men from the locker room made you come back to reality. Have they not seen a woman before or was it because you were standing there looking at their dick prints? A white tint cast over their knuckles from how hard they were holding their towels around their waist. ‘What a sight to see

“You can either tell me the truth or you can tell me the truth there’s no in-between.” You barked at Oikawa, men were still scattering out of the locker room. You barely gave them time to leave before you bombarded your husband with your question.

The panic on his face was quite entertaining, he moved in front of you so you couldn’t see his half-naked teammates running out of the locker room.“What are you talking about!?”

“When were you going to tell me that you went to a nightclub with Iwaizumi!? He told me everything so I’m giving you the chance to come clean about it!”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be mad.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You got straight to the point, there was no need for you to sit here and procrastinate any longer. This has been on your mind ever since you got those three attachments from Iwaizumi.

“No” He scoffed, “Why would I sleep with her? I have too much respect for you to sleep with her.”

“Oh really, the way you were holding her waist makes me think differently. The way you kissed her neck makes me want to snap yours!” You held up a photo on your phone with him and another girl at the nightclub. His head was in her neck, you could see that he was kissing on it, his arms were wrapped around her waist but his hands were dangerously low.“Respect? Do you even know the definition of respect because if you did you wouldn’t have me out here looking stupid!”

He sat down on the bench of the locker room, his arms were tightly around his chest. Oikawa was already over this conversation, this wasn’t the first time you blew up in the face about this. Nor the second, he respected you in a weird way. He never laid hands on you, or even yelled at you but he couldn’t keep his hands off other women.

“How do I make you look stupid!? I give you everything you want!”

“Everything but love.” You yelled desperately, the thing about arguing with him about these situations was that he’d always claim that he knew what you wanted. He’d always try to bring light on the situation when he clearly fucked up. He was a great husband, you guys had been dating since high school. Since he got the fame and money things turned upside down, he became a legit monster.

“I show love to you every day, I make love to you every week!” His voice rose an octave, his hand was flying all over the place when he spoke.

You were appalled, sickened, offended, that he could say something like that. It hurts to know that he thinks this way, it almost makes you feel worthless. Does he really consider having sex as love? “That’s not loving Toru, that's lust.”

He sighed, his hands were on his knees, he got up to finish packing up his things. “Well, I’m over it. I don’t want you here anymore. Leave”

“How can you give up so easily on us.” You forced his hands away from his bag, he looked at you with a confused face. You poked him hard in his chest slowly provoking him, “I forgave you so many times after you treated me like trash. All the times you cheated and came home with women’s numbers falling out of your pockets. Many sleepless nights just to make sure that your knee would stop bothering you. I wake up every morning to make you your special breakfast so you can be game ready and yet I haven’t given up on you.”

“I’m just tired of arguing with you. All you do is complain about my lifestyle. If you can’t keep up then we shouldn’t be together. How can I keep consoling you after you get all jealous about me hanging out with fans or me taking pictures with my fans? It’s just toxic (Y/N).” He spat back, he didn’t seem angered. It was more of an annoyed look.

“Because you only hang out with female fans, it’s fine and all but when they’re posting sexual pictures with you, it’s a different story. I scroll down my feed to see you with more women than see pictures of us together. It’s like I don’t exist”

“Whatever (Y/N) I need to get ready for the after-party.”

“What about us? How are we going to fix this?”

“There is no us!” He screamed, his voice echoed off the lockers. He placed his hands on his hips trying to compose himself. “It’s only you and Torio. And me, Torio and volleyball! There is no us, not anymore and that’s it!”

You took a step back, each word was like a dagger in your heart. He would often bring your son into the matter. Ever since your son was born you’ve always felt like you and Oikawa had grown apart. It was like you were forcing yourself to stay for Torio’s sake. There would be days where things were good, on those days you and Oikawa wouldn’t argue. However, when days like this occur he’d make you hurt, you’d always end up questioning your ability of loving. Deep down you felt like you guys were drifting apart but you didn’t want to admit it. It was too painful, Oikawa would have been left if it weren’t for Torio. He wanted his fans and the sports media to look at him as a family man.

“Why is it so hard to ask someone to love me!?” Your breaking point had finally come, you held your hands over your mouth to stop the loud sobs. It was hard to know that your husband and high school sweetheart didn’t want you. You gave up everything to support him with his dreams, family, friends, work, school, and even your fucking sanity and yet she still treats you this way.

He stood there watching you beat yourself down, he didn’t do anything but place a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, the last thing you wanted was for him to touch you. “Listen I loved you back in high school but now high school is over. You’re still basing this love off of that and I’m not here for it. All these insecurities you have are a bit annoying in my defense. Maybe this relationship would work if you grew the fuck up.”

“You can’t give up on us now. We need each other. Torio needs his dad. ” Lie, you needed him. Yes, Torio needed his dad but you needed your husband. It was crazy to think that you would go back to him but it was just your toxic ways. You never loved anyone but him, he was all that you had. Your life that you lived was based upon him.

“Look, we can talk about this later if you want, but right now I have thousands of fans waiting for me to show my face. You can either suck it up and go out there with me or you can hit the back doors and go home.”

“Toru…”

“What do you want?” He groaned, he turned back around with an annoyed face. He was fed up with you and even the situation. You knew he wanted you gone, he was waiting for the minute you’d leave so he could go and party.

Obviously an answer, he was too consumed with himself to even realize that. It was the reason why you came in here yelling at his teammates to leave, you wanted to ask him a question in private. The thought of getting your feelings hurt in front of everyone was not ideal.

“I just asked a simple question. Did you sleep with her?”

You looked up at him for the first him, your vision was blurry but you could see him well enough to see that stupid smirk.“What do you think?”

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pretendfan · 3 years ago

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{Roommates} THREE

(A/N welcome to chapter three! You’ve got everything in this chapter that went on longer than planned BUT Adrian is being a legit snack, Phoebe tries to play matchmaker, Scott is well being Scott , Lara teases her BFF easily whilst trying to give words of obvious wisdom and dear female reader figures somethings out but not liking the consequences…enjoy🎉)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

(Summary)

Desperately in need of a roommate, your co-worker knows a guy, but why did it have to be Adrian? The guy both annoyed and frustrated the hell out of you getting under your skin from the very moment that you had meet him.

But this was only temporary there was no need to complicate things by really getting to know one another or even worse catch feels along the way. Sure it had been a while for both of you but hooking up with your roommate was a terrible idea…wasn’t it?

(Words)

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(Warnings)

Mentions of asshole ex , exes behaviour, therapy, talk about Vigilante, more of your favourite roomies being adorable, awkward moments take a turn, friends doing their best (kinda) and a whole heap of tension on top of the already built up tension…. 18+ ONLY

(THREE)

Lost in your own thoughts, on a random Tuesday afternoon during a slow part of your shift at the coffee shop, an old memory hits you right between the eyes.

You, out with your ex at the local market that has since closed down at the exchange where it had been held, but on that particular day you’d been happy together.

The pair of you holding hands walking through the small crowd around the square, three years into your relationship before you realised who your ex really was.

Before everything had blown up in your face your ex had decided to buy you a bunch of pretty sunflowers, which had delighted you because they were your absolute favourite, but that would be one of the only times he’d ever do anything that nice again.

After that memory follows the bitterness which awakens inside you, leading to obvious questions such as why the hell didn’t you leave him when you realised what an asshole he was, and more importantly why couldn’t you stand up for yourself?

Having attended therapy alone before your ex had decided to finally up and leave regardless, you now knew that you were better off but it still hurt either way, like a cut that just wouldn’t heal.

It was actually hurt mixed with embarrassment at the idea of letting him treat you like he did, but you hadn’t known any better, and now you were trying to finally move on from that.

But the memory had left you feeling confused, because how else was you supposed to trust someone new, after what your ex had said and done to you?

You had to avoid getting too close to anyone especially Adrian, which annoys you briefly why did he have to suddenly appear in your thoughts, of all the people to get under your skin it just had to be him.

The day was now ruined you decide or cursed because either way, this was how you had pretty much felt every single time you’ve woken up on the couch just to get away from your boyfriend, before he had walked out of your life until recently.

“Are you ok?” Phoebe asks breaking into your collection of thoughts that were starting to give you an intense headache.

“Thinking about dating again.” You retort out loud then instantly regret it, when you see the excited smile that passes over the barista’s face.

“Really? So who are you thinking about no one here I hope!” Phoebe laughs excitedly but stops when she sees you’re not joining in.

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud, even though I’m considering getting back out there since after me ex you know-“

“You can’t talk about your ex here!” Phoebe cries loudly whilst holding her hands up in front of you , which alerts Scott who was leaning against the front counter instead of working.

“An ex is supposed to be forgotten about just move forward and have some fun!” Scott winks at you making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t want to be talking about this at work-“

“Is it because you like Scott?” Cuts in Phoebe causing Scott to almost choke on the drink of water he was having trouble swallowing.

“Wrong friend.” Scott states with a wink once he’s finished choking causing you to glare in his direction.

Phoebe gives you a confused look but you clearly get his meaning ,telling yourself to stop blushing but your body isn’t listening, when your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Ok, let’s just get back to work-“

“But we haven’t finished talking about you yet!” Cuts in Scott adding “Now that your ex is completely out of your hair you can get to know-“

“Oh! Did you mean Adrian?!” Phoebe announces cutting off Scott who rolls his eyes at you, whilst you just now glare at them both, yep today was going exactly to plan, like shit.

“Look you both know I don’t normally talk about my private life and I want to keep it that way-“

“But we have a mutual friend now!” Scott declares with delightful relish, and a smirk you want to slap off his face, because he was of course winding you up on purpose.

“Oh I get it, does Adrian just want to be friends and you want more-“

“What I want!” You cut off Phoebe with a firm voice as you continue “Is to just please stop talking about me and lets get back to work.”

“But there are no customers in here.” Phoebe shrugs like that means she could just sit down, and do nothing which she proceeds to do using the counter as a seat.

“Plus I don’t think Adrian would ever say-“

“Just go do something!“ You hear yourself plead to your colleagues who look at one another, not used to your soft tone of voice, maybe you should try and be less robotic around these two get to actually know them a little more.

Hell, you were finding out lots of strange facts about Scott most of which you would never repeat, thanks to your roommate telling you even though you hadn’t even asked him to.

“Someone needs to get-“

“I’m working on it!” You snap then collecting yourself, smile awkwardly at Phoebe and Scott who both grin back in unison.

“I might know a guy-“

“Adrian is free -“

“End of discussion for now.” You state heading out towards the kitchen to the large fridge to check dates, just be alone for a few moments to cringe in peace.

The rest of the shift leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth, it was just embarrassment from the conversation with Phoebe and Scott which didn’t end but instead got much worse, yet despite all of that you had enjoyed chatting with them both.

Which was why you was in such a shitty mood because since meeting Lara here at Karma coffee, way before Phoebe or Scott started you had been content with just the one best friend.

But if earlier had told you anything it was that in your moment of needing to vent your colleagues had been there for you, all you hoped now was that Scott kept his big mouth shut which you knew was obviously impossible.

Carrying your bad mood which was pretty much self inflicted at this point, home with you heading quickly inside your apartment ready to put today in the trash, until you notice the state of the kitchen.

Of all the times to make a mess Adrian had chosen completely the wrong moment, causing you to drop your tote bag angrily on the floor, and very almost stamp your foot hard on the wooden floor in annoyance.

First of all the TV was on super loud with some game show you didn’t recognise, but there was of course no roommate in sight, the kitchen was a complete mess with food left out and plates piled in the sink you could feel your blood suddenly begin to boil.

“Hey Adrian!” You shout over the TV but then you recognise the noises from the bathroom, the shower was on which somehow manages to annoy you even more.

“Of course I want to come home from work and tidy up after you Adrian, it’s like we’re in a relationship which we are far from it, because being with you would be like the worst thing ever!” You shout to yourself angrily whilst contained in the kitchen tidying up the mess around you in a sudden rage.

Adrian pats the flat palm of his hand against his ear because he was pretty sure he had just heard you shouting out his name, but under the running water of the shower thinks he is just hearing things, so instead continues to wash the shampoo from his curly brown hair.

But now you were there in his mind which he knew was wrong, because his body’s automatic response when thinking of you was blood rushing to his cock, which was frustrating as hell.

Because now really wasn’t the time and he definitely wasn’t going to be thinking about you whilst jerking off, not again at least it felt wrong especially if you were here in the apartment, which you weren’t but he needed to control himself.

Adrian had to head out soon anyway to meet Scott then much later go out alone, for a scout around town those were his plans for tonight so he needed to get out, there was no time to satisfy himself even though he knew it wouldn’t take very long.

But instead Adrian choses to ignore his aching erection as he switches the water to freezing cold, which does the trick despite your pretty face illuminating his thoughts all the while he quickly finishes washing himself feeing like an idiot all the while, of all the people it had to be you caught in his head space right this second.

Meanwhile in the kitchen you scan your eyes around the clean counter and sink, feeling a little better until you turn around to go grab your tote bag from the floor, and you hear the bathroom door open which makes you snap all over again.

“What did I say about tidying up your own mess you can’t just-“

Looking back towards the kitchen you freeze mid sentence when you spot Adrian, standing by the kitchen counter grabbing his glasses from the side, as he rewards you with a weird look.

But all you can see is Adrian wearing his dark peach coloured towel low on his hips, damp bare skin showcasing sculpted muscles and abs you didn’t even know he had, hearing his voice in your head but you was focusing instead on the trail of dark hair on his flat stomach leading downwards towards…

“Are you ok?” You hear Adrian ask with a chuckle which snaps your eyes away from his stomach, as you realise all too late that somehow your roommate, was now standing right in front of you.

But you cannot form words to answer his question because you have somehow, forgotten how to speak noticing Adrian’s damp hair which was curling at the front, making you want to reach out and move it away from his forehead.

Adrian notices how red your face has gone from seeing him appear out the shower, which in turn has now got his heart racing at an alarming rate and blood re-routing to a place he really wished that is wasn’t, just this once he didn’t need to be getting a boner right now.

Yet what surprises him the most in this moment was the fact that you were actually blushing in front of him, it was both adorable and a bit of a turn on as he adjusts his towel around his hips as subtly as he could, not to cause anymore distraction.

The movement of his large hands grabbing hold of his towel kickstarts you, as finally capable of speech you look Adrian in the face, then at his bare feet as you mumble “Just stop making a mess.”

You notice Adrian look around the clean kitchen realising you had tidied his mess from earlier, which makes him pull an awkward face in your direction, he needed to perform some quick damage control.

“I’m sorry I-“ Adrian begins but stops when he sees how red your face still was, and how you were trying awfully hard not to look him in the face or anywhere else for that matter, it was very interesting indeed.

“This is all just too much!” You retort suddenly motioning to all of Adrian with one hand waving it in front of him, until you realise what your doing and you drop your hand then just walk off towards your room leaving your bag on the floor, desperately needing to get away before you did something completely stupid.

Like snake a hand around Adrian’s thick neck to pull him closer to you, as your hand threads it’s way into the back of his hair and your lips do all the talking as they meet with his, feeling your roomies hands grip onto you hips tightly as he pulled your body flush against his…

Walking into your bedroom you practically slam the door behind you, then leaning your back against it you try to calm your breathing as the obvious realisation that Adrian is fucking hot, repeats in your head complete with at least fifteen exclamation points after it.

This was bad you could feel your body responding to what it had just seen and you felt so embarrassed, for just standing there like an idiot because Adrian had been talking but you had been lost somewhere near his abs, and what laid below the towel he had been wearing.

Staying in your room you quickly change from your work uniform of a blue polo shirt, leaving on the black skinny jeans for a dark grey fitted tee shirt realising that you needed to get out of here, like right now.

Luckily you soon hear the front door open and close signalling that Adrian had left the building, making you sigh to yourself then decide that regardless, you needed to get out of this apartment.

Messaging Lara you decide to head over to her place she shared with a women named Cleo, who you hoped wasn’t home because she freaked you out, she made Adrian look like the perfect roommate.

Well he did have the perfect body- you stop yourself finishing that sentence with a firm shake of your head, you needed to get a grip and fast no more daydreaming about Adrian.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that I definitely need to start dating again, or at the very least just go on one date.” You state a few hours later in front of a not-so surprised Lara, thankful that her roommate was out for the night so they could talk in peace.

Pizza and late night conversations was how to make things right again, this much you knew because you needed your mind to just stop, wandering back to your roommate and quick.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come to that conclusion but what is really wrong here you seem really spaced out tonight like your mind is elsewhere or should I say focusing on someone else?” Lara questions with a smirk plastered across her face that makes you worry.

“All I’m focusing on now is meeting Rob when you finally set me up with him, and of course I’m not thinking about Adrian before you say it.” You retort in one long breath just to get your point across which you nail in one take.

“Like I even need to, you do it at least every twelve minutes yourself.” Deadpans Lara who laughs when she spots the face you pull in response to her funny comment.

“That’s clearly a lie I’ve mentioned him once just then, it isn’t as if I have much to say about him in the first place!” You say out loud causing Lara’s eyebrows to raise up behind her blonde fringe.

“Ok, your freaking out something happened between you two didn’t it? You don’t often come by here unless you want to talk about something.” Lara points a well manicured finger at you causing you to hold your hands up feeling guilty as hell.

“I have nothing to say.” You tell Lara whilst trying not to sound or look guilty but when she gives you that look you know it’s just easier to talk.

So you do, explaining what had happened earlier as vaguely as possible but you end up detailing Adrian’s muscles so informatively, that Lara ends up laughing at you which makes you stop talking.

“Let me get this straight you left lover boy at home to tell me all this, when he’s back there waiting for you clearly whilst looking all kinds of hot by the sounds of it!” Lara laughs with glee then she adds “But you’re here telling me this instead of being back at home, getting over your ex by climbing on your sexy new roommate.”

“First of all I didn’t say anything about how hot he was-“

“You didn’t need to your face says it all, believe me it’s a picture right now, wait where’s my phone!” Lara goes to grab said phone but you narrow your eyes at her making her stop halfway.

“Fine. But most importantly I’m not going to climb Adrian, need I remind you I hardly know the guy-“

“For now, sure start off with Rob and see where it goes but don’t forget about poor Adrian all alone at the apartment, probably still awaiting for your return as we speak!” Lara comments with a smirk.

“He’s hardly ever there and I doubt he even thinks of me in such way, I’m pretty sure he likes tall blondes instead so-“

“You really are digging yourself a hole here I don’t even need to talk, I could just listen to you spiral all night long it’s so funny!” Lara cuts you off then descends into more bouts of laughter.

“I hate you, you do know that right?” You question which only makes Lara laugh harder because she knows you’ve been beat, dammit.

Beers turn into shots that night as you decide enough was enough, drinking would help you forget at least for tonight deciding to crash on Lara’s couch, where she eventually leaves you passed out muttering in your sleep which makes her chuckle.

Sitting by himself on top of a tall wall with very little happening around him, Adrian tries to find sense in what had happened between you and him, before he had to practically run out of the apartment.

Scott had noticed how off he was with him but Adrian couldn’t even begin to explain earlier, because he was pretty sure he wouldn’t like what his friend would say on the matter, but why the hell did he chose to run away?

Closing his eyes Adrian could easily picture the look on your face, as your eyes stared at him hungrily causing his combat trousers to feel very tight all a sudden, ok right now definitely wasn’t the right time to be having these thoughts.

Jumping down from the tall wall which was an obvious mistake because Adrian almost lands funny on his left ankle which would have really finished his mood off to say the least, why the hell wasn’t anything distracting him around here when all he could think about was you.

You decide to hold off heading back to the apartment the next morning until you really had to for work, hoping against hope that Adrian wasn’t there you needed to just avoid him for a while and gather your thoughts together, or failing that really try to stop picturing him in the kitchen with that fitted towel wrapped around his slim waist.

On Saturday you reward yourself with an extra shot of coffee in your first drink of the day, courtesy of Karma coffee and the fact that you had successfully avoided Adrian, for three whole days but you had kind of secretly missed the guy.

But now it was time to face reality because sure Adrian we super hot underneath his clothes, but even though you didn’t really know much about the guy, you knew there was more to him than that you just hadn’t figured out what yet.

Besides being really sweet and a good cook of breakfast foods, at least there were two solid reasons already to believe he was a nice guy, but you wasn’t after that because you knew hooking up with Adrian would be a terrible idea.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Scott doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up, he reminds you of somebody else actually but the only difference is you would actually let Adrian talk.

“So, did you see the news last night?” Scott asks you again for at least the eighteenth time which makes you roll your eyes.

Two colleagues had called in sick today so you were helping out, around the front counter with Scott and Phoebe, who was hanging onto his every word.

Ok, if truth be told you didn’t want to hide in the office you had wanted to see these two idiots but right this second, you were kind of regretting that decision.

“I don’t watch the news-“

“Even I watch the news Y/N.” Phoebe scoffs at you which makes you smirk back.

“Well, if you had watched it then you would have seen how Vigilante kicked ass last night-“

“Yes we all know your a fanboy of this so called hero Vigilante.” You interrupt Scott with a laugh winding him up because it was so easy.

“I am not a fanboy I know-“

“You do get kinda excited when you talk about this Vigilante dude a lot, kind of like a tween at a boyband concert.”Giggles Phoebe making you laughing because she had actually made a funny joke for once.

“Says you looking all pop princess there with pink dye streaks in your hair!” Scott retorts lamely but then wanting to carry on his rant continues “Vigilante is an actual badass, sure two out of four of those dudes died from gun wounds but he’s out there making a difference.”

“How do you know it’s a guy?” Phoebe asks Scott who momentarily looks caught out but then he quickly states “I don’t know of course but what I do know is that they are a badass.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You deadpan with a grin causing Scott to narrow his eyes at you.

“Like how can you not watch the news? It’s important and this, Vigilante, is doing way more than what the local PD could ever dream of doing!” Scott declares proudly causing Phoebe to nod at him in agreement, it seemed she was easily lead on.

“First off Vigilante what a lazy name choice? And secondly I chose to not watch the news as my choice, and not wanting to see this quote un quote anti hero, out saving people when I’m pretty sure he’s more serial killer than hero at this point.” You state calling time on this conversation but according to Scott they were just getting started.

Of course there was a queue of customers out the door with Scott working the register, Phoebe prepping the drinks and you with your back to everyone focusing on using the coffee machine which liked to be temperamental on a good day.

“How is Vigilante a serial killer?” Scott half snorts half yells at your back whilst you was preparing coffee shots for a couple of tall lattes.

“Being linked to multiple murders around here kind of makes you one of those don’t you watch murder documentaries on Netflix?” You tell Scott sweetly turning round to see him roll his eyes, as he had given up talking to you in favour of Phoebe.

This you didn’t mind one single bit right this second, hoping that the subject would swiftly change, and we could all work a little quicker together to get this line down.

But of course the topic of the day is still Vigilante because both of them talk at great length, and at high volume causing some of the customers in line, to pull faces at what they are discussing.

“Usually the victims are known criminals so in a way he is helping the local community, the police try to track them but Vigilante normally finds them first.” Scott informs Phoebe who is nodding back eagerly waving a bottle of caramel sauce around in her left hand.

“The news don’t often go into too much detail but that’s what the internet is for I’ve seen so many sick pictures-“

“Can you two quit it!” You snap at them both but a guy next in line begins sarcastically “No, keep talking I haven’t got anywhere else to be I’m totally interested in the absolute shit you’re talking about.”

“Hey listen-“

“Sorry sir!” You cut off whatever Scott was about to say to apologise to the customer, feeling shitty for doing so but it was your job, you were the supposed supervisor of this place.

Taking his order personally you feel bad for sucking up to the creep, but afterwards Scott apologises and you say it’s fine, just less murder talk at the front of the shop please.

Heading out back to finally get on with some work you try to focus on something, just anything to get your roommate out of your head, but it’s useless.

On the one hand it was great to have someone else occupying your mind who wasn’t the ex, but on the other hand you hadn’t been expecting Adrian to be so different to how you had always pictured him.

He was sweet, kind of funny at times and to have asked about the phone calls you were getting perhaps you should be giving the guy a bigger chance, at what you weren’t exactly sure yet.

“Hey, we kind of need your help out the front?” Phoebe tells you with a giggle a little while later, not like she was actually panicking or anything hell she sounded pretty chill about the whole thing.

“Like right now?” You ask not sure what was happening right this second, but Phoebe nods enthusiastically so with a sigh you follow her out the front.

Not exactly sure with what you were about to be met with, you did not imagine the tall blonde guy standing in front of the cash register, in a blue suit looking pretty damn good if you were being honest with yourself.

“I just wanted to introduce you to my older brother Adam.” Phoebe grins widely at you whilst your eyes widen in return, not knowing whether to laugh or cry right now.

“Good to finally meet you.” Adam winks at you with a cheeky grin, they guy was cute but he knew this fact you could obviously see by the confident look on his face.

“I’ve never heard of you-“

“Sure I’ve told you about Adam before, he is around town for a few days maybe you two could go out for a beer or something?” Phoebe cuts in with a rehearsed voice, whilst you glare at her knowing full well what she was up to.

“Sounds perfect-“

“I can’t!” You cut off Adam who looks down at you with his wide blue eyes that briefly distract you, until you spot Scott walking back inside the coffee shop and he wasn’t alone.

“Oh sure, I’m busy you’re busy this is a stupid idea I best get back to, er what I was doing before.” Adam nods and with an unreadable look aimed at his sister as he heads off.

“Why did you do that?” You hiss at Phoebe who looks in shock for a moment.

“I’ve never actually seen anyone say no to my brother before!” Phoebe’s eyes widen whilst you roll yours listening to the barista talk at length, about how good a guy her older brother is and she could give you his number.

“I’m not interested-“

“Is it because Adrian’s here?” Phoebe asks with a childish smile, but your thankful that she doesn’t says this out loud.

“Can somebody do some actual work around here?” You snap quietly because you were right by the counter, and three middle aged women were giving you curious looks, having seen you talking to Adam who had been so good looking.

“Ok boss!” Phoebe grins heading to the cash register whilst you wonder what in the hell had she been thinking, inviting her brother along for you to meet sure it was a nice offer he had been pretty hot, but you didn’t want to start having everyone try and set you up with their brother or even worse dentist.

More importantly, why hadn’t you said yes to meeting up with him? Shaking your head you turn away from Phoebe and finally focus on Adrian who was stood near the counter in his Fennel Fields uniform, complete with a cute smile on his face.

The very smile makes your stomach flip nervously which was new and you don’t like it one bit, clearly blaming seeing him emerge several days ago from the bathroom like a nerdy Adonis…

“You look a little flushed there.” Winks Scott making you glare at the barista, as he stands besides Phoebe who was chatting to the ladies she had just served.

“So, what are you having the usual?” Scott asks his oldest friend who was trying not to look at you, whilst you kept your eye on Phoebe you must have looked ridiculous.

“Caramel, just all the caramel and a little coffee!” Adrian nods in the affirmative using both his hands to readjust his burgundy hat he had to wear at work, causing some of his hair to ping out at the sides, making you stop yourself from sighing out loud like an idiot, what was wrong with you.

Whilst Scott gets to work on his drink, Adrian notices the way you were looking at him which was surprising, because he had been sure you’d been pretty much avoiding him.

“So, how goes it roomie?” Adrian asks to break the concentration on your face, watching your eyes glance up at the top of his head then back down your eyes meeting up instantly.

“I’m busy.” You tell Adrian turning round to grab the green folders, you had bought out here earlier but they had clearly been moved.

“Okay then!” Adrian states whilst your back is still turned to him, you don’t see the pained look that briefly passes across his features.

You spot the folders by the counter deciding to carry on the facade of looking busy, whilst you listened to the conversation around you, trying to make sense of today and why it sucked so much.

If only you had said yes to Adam then you wouldn’t be standing here, recalling how great Adrian had looked in his towel like some lovesick teenager, this thing was escalating right before your eyes.

“So you don’t like Vigilante then?” Adrian asks you after talking a long gulp on his drink, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and distract you.

“I don’t watch the news that often.” You reward him with a shrug, as Adrian looks a little smug suddenly and you have absolutely no idea why.

“Yeah but Vigilante is like a hero, and I think he’s kind of hot.” Laughs Phoebe whilst you widen your eyes at her admission.

“But he’s a killer-“

“I think Vigilante is so cool!” Cuts in Adrian causing Scott to give his friend a look, one that you can’t read and this point in time you couldn’t care less.

“How do you know if it’s a guy even?” You ask Phoebe who shrugs and mumbles something but you don’t ask her to repeat herself.

“Either way they are pretty heroic and fucking badass!” Adrian cheers going to high five Phoebe who lets him what the hell was going on here.

“Could you imagine how romantic it would be to be rescued by Vigilante?” Phoebe swoons which you notice gets Adrian’s full attention, as he stands his full height against the counter.

Luckily there were hardly any customers you notice watching the ladies from earlier, giggling and chatting away making you briefly miss Lara, the pair of you working here together when you had first rolled into Evergreen.

Finding friendship in the mutual dislike of the town and both pretty much surviving on coffee throughout your shifts, until one day Lara had an opportunity to change careers, and now she works in an office instead still moaning about how shit this town was.

It was only a matter of time before the pair of you ended up Thelma and Louise-ing it out of here, the very idea brings a brief smile to your face.

Looking up causes said smile to fall off your face and annoyance to appear behind your eyes, when you spot Adrian and Phoebe chatting at the counter still, whilst you had been lost in your own thoughts.

Scott had left them to it yelling something loudly at one of the kitchen staff out back, but your eyes were focused on Phoebe instead and how she was taking this in her stride, standing close to Adrian leaning over the counter to hear him talk.

Thankfully you end up seeing an elderly couple walk in and set to work serving them, because it appeared everyone else was busy, there was a metaphor there but you were too annoyed to consider it right now.

Setting to work you start to make the coffees like it was second nature, but you end up swearing loudly when you knock over one of the espresso shots, needed to make the cappuccino’s hot liquid pouring over your hand in the process.

“Ow! Fuck!” You snap grabbing at the espresso cup before it fell off the counter and caused more of a mess.

Looking from your hand you see three pairs of eyes watching you, Adrian looking like he wanted to climb over the counter and help, but you tell Phoebe to take over as you head out to the kitchen.

“Too much coffee, I’ve had too much coffee that’s all!” You tell yourself out loud and very disbelievingly because you had very little else to blame this on, and now you were swearing on front of customers that was sure to lead to a complaint.

With your back to the door you don’t notice Scott walking into the kitchen until it’s too late, and you turn round to face him grinning at you.

“Who would have thought that Adrian and the pop princess out there have literally so much in common!” Scott begins instead of actually asking if you were ok or anything like a normal person.

But there is no denying the slice of jealously that cuts across your stomach but you chose to ignore it, how could you have gone from thinking very little of Adrian to, all of this so soon.

“My hands fine thanks.” You tell Scott trying to change the focus, as you use your other hand to switch off the tap your red skin stinging but just some cream on that would put it right, shame there wasn’t some miracle to stop you from freaking out around Adrian.

“Oh sure! We’ve all burned ourselves on that thing before what I’m more interested in is what distracted you enough to have that accident.” Scott asks with a laugh thinking he was being funny but you was ready to inflict pain.

“I was distracted by your shouting.” You tell him matter of factly which makes him roll his eyes, and you ignore him as you head back out to the counter deciding to drink water from now on, no more coffee.

Thankfully Adrian has gone but you do notice the look Phoebe gives you, as you go to grab your folders and actually get on with some work.

“Adrian is pretty funny I wasn’t sure because he is a bit nerdy but chatting to him just then about Vigilante he was like a whole different guy.” Phoebe explains to you with an excited smile as she announces in a low voice “He is pretty cute too don’t you think?”

“I’ve grown out of cute I can’t-“

“You never grow out of liking cute guys!” Phoebe admonishes making you roll your eyes for the eighth time at least in this hour alone.

“So you think the guy who you normally tease and wind up is cute all of a sudden?” You ask Phoebe in a confused voice.

“I’ve just seen the way you look at him-“

“Ok, enough of this conversation now! Thanks for helping me earlier when I burned myself.” You cut in with a sincere smile on your face.

“That was when I noticed you staring at Adrian like you thought he was a legit snack, and it made me kind of see it too.” Phoebe winks at you as you go to say something but thinking better of it you end up heading to the office instead.

The thought of Phoebe actually liking Adrian strikes you as weird to begin with, but as you start on some paper work for today that changes to a sudden sting of annoyance, making you wonder the hell why?

…maybe it was time to actually switch to decaf.

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It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly�� glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

#maribat #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #batfam salt #batfam is concerned #Daminette #the aftermath of ‘Like I did with you’#everybody talks by neon trees #max kante has blackmail and will use it #Alix will bite if provoked #dc x mlb #damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a meta?#supportive Dupain-Cheng parents ❤️

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anna-justice · 3 years ago

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like i’m gonna lose you

summary: my take on the fall out of 8x16.

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“Get your hands off of me”

Hailey stirred in her chair, her grip on Jay’s hand tightening a bit. They couldn’t bring themselves to care about appearances as they sat in the waiting room of MED, anxiously awaiting news on Kim. Hailey had dozed off on Jay’s shoulder pretty quickly, not that he minded. He was sure she had had a rough few hours, despite her vague responses.

“You knew exactly what to expect when you came here.”

There was a soft moan from beside him and Jay looked down to find his girlfriend’s eyebrows laced together. Her knee shook slightly, grabbing his attention. “Hailey?” He whispered, earning no response.

“This is what it feels like.”

Hailey flinched hard in her sleep, her bottom lip beginning to quiver, Jay’s heart dropped into his stomach. She was having a nightmare. He shifted slightly, bringing his free hand to her hair and tightening his grip on her hand. “I’m here Hailes, come back to me.” He said softly in her ear as he ran his fingers through her hair.

The movement startled her, causing her to flinch again. “I saw.” She muttered - still asleep - a stray tear falling down her cheek, “I saw-” Before Jay could react, she shot up, grabbing the attention of too many people around her.

Jay’s hand immediately found her shoulder, “Hey, you’re good. It was just a dream, you’re safe.” He took note of the half nod she gave him, the fake smile, the way her blue eyes were clouded with tears. Hailey looked down at their intertwined hands, pulling hers close to her body. “Hailey?” He asked, a little hurt.

She looked like she had seen a ghost, and honestly, she felt like she had. The only way to describe the feeling in the pit of her stomach was absolute terror: she was scared that Voight would walk through the sliding glass doors, she was scared of what she had become, she was scared of what Jay would think of her. She was absolutely terrified of the shell of a person he would leave behind when he finally came to his senses and walked away. “I-uh-I,” She stuttered, standing slowly, “I need some air.” She barely got the words out before running out of the building.

Jay stood to follow her, he had always been good at giving her space, letting her handle things on her own first, but this was killing him. She was spiraling, he could see it. She had spotted it in him so many times before. He was sick of standing on the sidelines while she fought alone but she wouldn’t let him in, not this time. And as much as he wanted to be her husband, he knew the proposal was only a product of whatever the hell had happened, he just never got the chance to ask what that was.

“I don’t want to be without you.” Hailey said, her sad eyes locked on his. He knew (or at least he thought he knew) what she was getting at. He remembered the way he felt when she was kidnapped, he remembers the panic that set in on her face when he was shot.

Jay felt the tears forming in his own, squinting a bit. It almost wrecked him to see her like this, so scared of losing what they had. He understood, he felt the exact same way, but it was different. He knew that no one else had ever stayed for her, no one else every cared, and he was determined to be the one that did. “You’re not gonna be.” He said, because how the was he supposed to say everything that he tried to push into those 4 little words? How could he make her believe that she was it for him?

Hailey searched his face for any sign of regret or inconsistency, but she found none. Somehow though, she still wasn’t one hundred perfect sure. She couldn’t bear to lose him, she wouldn’t survive it. How could she ever feel secure when she had so much to lose? The second the thought crossed her mind, the words tumbled from between her lips, shocking her as much as him. “Maybe we should get married.”

Jay looked at her blankly, obviously in shock. She could see it all over his face, he couldn’t believe what she was saying, she couldn’t either. “I’m serious, let’s get married.”

In a split second, Jay saw it all. The life they would have: the white wedding, the lazy saturdays, the holidays, the kids, the house, the dog, the years they would spend growing old together, the family trips to the cabin. He saw it all, and it was in reach. He never believed that he would could have any of it, but with Hailey, he wanted everything. He would marry her tomorrow, but not like this. Not when the love of his life was standing in front of him so broken down that the only way she thought she could keep him was through a meaningless certificate.

Hailey watched his smile fade, causing the panic to set in. “Jay, we can elope. We don’t have to wait. We can fly to Mexico or Hawaii or anywhere. Hell let’s do it here, I just want to be with you-”

“Hailey, breathe.” He said delicately, placing his hand on her cheek to keep her grounded. He leaned in, kissing her gently before pulling away to look her in the eyes, which were focused on anything but his. “Look at me, please.” She did - reluctantly - taking a deep breath when she realized his soft smile had reappeared. “I love you. And I will love you for the rest of my life. Nothing is going to change that. All I want to do is be with you, please believe me.”

Hailey shook her head, tears beginning to fall. “I love you so much-”

“Baby, tell me what’s going on. I want to help. Let me help you.” He was practically begging her.

She shook her head again, “Jay,” She gasped, “I can’t. Not until you say yes. I need you-”

Suddenly, his phone began to ring. If it was any other day, he would ignore it, but today was not any other day. “It’s Kev.”

Jay talked quietly on the phone for a minute or two. Hailey took the time to compose herself, to prepare for the worst: the end of her relationship. By the time Jay turned back around the light in her eyes was gone and there was a fake smile on her face, one that only he could see through. “Is she okay?” Hailey asked.

“Uh yeah, he just wants us to come so that he can go switch with Adam.” Hailey nodded, grabbing her phone off the table along with her keys. He cautiously followed her to the door. “We’re gonna be okay Hailes, no matter what.” He said, knowing full and well that this conversation was far from over.

Hailey nodded, “I know.” The left the apartment, and Hailey did her best to ignore the feeling of dread deep in her chest, but it was inescapable. No one could walk away clean from she had done, not her, not even Voight.

Hailey leaned against the wall outside of MED, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was racing and her eyes were burning, she clenched them shut to dull the ache, but every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was a gun pointed in her face.

“Just because your stomach can’t handle it.”

Hailey gagged, doubling over and leaning against the concrete wall.

“Cause you’re scared.”

She emptied the content of her stomach into the grass, choking and coughing violently as tears continued to stream down her face. Her vision clouded again, images of Voight’s face splattered with blood as he approached her running through her head. It felt so familiar.

Maybe it was her father’s reappearance in her life, but she felt like she was a child again. Hiding behind the couch or in her room, him screaming at her and her brothers as they ran scared. Her past was taunting her, like it was trying to prove to her that she would never be rid of it. That history would always repeat itself.

Jay followed her, watching from the doorway as she threw up. He rushed to her, “Hailey-” His hand touched her shoulder and she gasped, pulling away quickly and facing him, her arms shielding her face. Jay took a step back, caught off guard by the terror clearly shown on her face. She was frozen, panting hard.

“I-I’m sorry-I,” She said softly, slowly bringing her hands down to her sides. Jay watched as her gaze fell to the ground, his heart dropping into his stomach. He took a cautious step forward. “I’m not, I’m not afraid of you, I-”

Jay’s expression softened, “I know, I know. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He was hurt, sure, but this wasn’t about him. It was so much bigger than him.

Hailey wasn’t sure what emotion was more overwhelming: the fear, the guilt or the physical pain she felt in her chest. He looked so defeated, and it was her fault. He thought she was afraid of him.

He took another step forward, “Can I?” He motioned to his outstretched hand, holding it out to her. Hailey nodded, slipping her hand into his. He slowly pulled her into to him, her arms snaking around his waist and her cheek pressed against his chest. She took a deep breath, instantly calming her. “Hailey?” She hummed in response. “Can you please tell me what happened? You’re starting to scare me.”

Hailey took a step back, looking him straight in the eye, memorizing the way they were looking at her, in case it was the last time they ever showed that much love. She nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him to a bench further away from the hospital. This was the last place she wanted to tell him, but he obviously couldn’t wait any longer, he shouldn’t have to. She couldn’t be selfish with him.

They sat down, facing each other. Hailey let her hand fall out of his, folding hers in her lap. “Voight did find a lead.” She said, shrugging. “Ruzek and I didn’t know, he gave us the legit addresses. Adam, he um, he kind of lost it so I told him to go be with Mackayla, and he did. So, I went to find Voight.”

Jay’s eyebrows were cinched together, listening intently. “He was at some warehouse, he had Roy. I walked in and he, uh he, he pulled his gun on me.” Jay’s jaw clenched, but he kept his cool (barely), letting her continue. “He was beating information out of Roy, then you radioed that you found Kim, but-but he was going to kill him anyway. We fought.” Hailey took a breath, but continued to ramble, “I convinced him to bring him in. I wanted to do it the right way, we were going to do it the right way, like you. I wanted to do it right, like you, Jay. But then, then-then he reached for Voight’s gun and, Jay I swear he was going to shoot Voight, so I-” Hailey choked out a sob, unable to look her partner in the eye.

Jay slid his hands in Hailey’s lap, wrapping them around hers. Hailey’s head shot up, shock written all over it, “So you shot him, to protect your Sargeant.” Jay finished for her. She risked her career to protect him even though Voight had no care for hers.

Hailey shuddered, “I promise, I tried. I told him to drop the weapon. I saw him, he had the gun in his hand. I wanted to do it right.”

“Shhh,” Jay said, pulling her to him. “It was a good shoot Hailes, you did it right.” He held her as her tears soaked his shirt, running a hand through her hair. He was trying to soothe her, but he was seething. He couldn’t believe Voight had put her in that situation. Voight had been on the job a long time, he knew better than to come into close contact with a violent offender with an exposed weapon.

Once he wrapped his brain around his anger, it hit him.

“No Jay, not until you say yes.”

Hailey was scared that he would blame her, or leave her over this. He held her a little tighter, his own tears gathering in his eyes as he held her. “I love you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That grabbed Hailey’s attention. She peered up at him, her blue eyes filled with tears and hope. “Really?” She asked quietly, her voice breaking.

Jay nodded, not trusting his own voice. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Hailey’s eyes fluttered closed, this time, no flashbacks plaguing her mind. His hand settled on her cheek, brushing his thumb over her cheek. Jay pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “Really,” He whispered

There was a cough beside them, and Jay looked up first. Hank Voight was standing before them. “How’s she doing?” He asked.

Hailey stared at him in shock. He looked like he always did. He was no longer wearing his tactical gear and his face was no longer splattered with blood. He was Voight, like nothing had happened. For a split second Hailey envied him, his ability to walk away unscathed, like it was any other Wednesday night and the only thing wrong was Kim’s life was hanging in the balance. Then she looked at Jay, whose jaw was clenched and his eyes were stuck on sergeant. He was just as strong, maybe even stronger, and he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. If he could do it, so could she.

Jay stood, looking like a force to be reckoned with. “You need to leave.”

Voight scoffed, quickly glancing at Hailey, “Excuse me.”

“You heard me Sarge, leave. Now.” Jay said. His voice staying low, but intimidating nonetheless.

“I have a right to be here Jay, to see Burgess,” Voight said, his words becoming louder as he took a step forward.

“Then go, be the leader you’re supposed to be, but don’t you dare go near her.” Hailey’s breath caught in the back of her throat, her heart swelling at the sight in front of her. Voight glared at Jay, nodding shortly. Jay took another step forward, so that their faces were level, “And if she is brought into this, in any way, I will bury you.” He never raised his voice, or made any move to physically escalate the situation. The last thig he wanted to do was scare Hailey more than she already was.

“Understood,” Voight said, with a trace of venom that could have been deadly.

They parted ways, Voight entering the hospital doors and jay turning to face his girlfriend, who had been silent. “Are you okay?” He asked.

Hailey nodded, “Yeah, I’m okay.” She met his concerned gaze. “Thank you.”

Jay gave her a soft smile, “Of course.” She glanced between him and the hospital doors, a nervous look on her face. Jay held out his hand, which she gladly took. “Come on, we can come back in the morning.”

Hailey sighed in relief, standing. He guided them down the sidewalk, wrapping his arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Let’s go home Hailes.”

“Hold on.” Hailey said, her anxiety getting the best of her again. She turned to face him, their eyes locking. She felt tears gather in eyes once again at the look in his, the one she had memorized, that she had prayed would never disappear. She smiled as he eyed her. “Ok, I’m good.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction of his truck. “Let’s go home.”

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A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I had to haha. I can’t believe the premieres are only a month away! Thanks for reading <3

#jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #upstead one shot #8x16 #chiacgo pd #one chicago #hank voight

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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years ago

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Hiiii!!! 💫💕🌸🥳

Can I bother with a question... I was (re)watching that zhang qiling edit (not today) - 'cause it's so cool, btw- and I wondered if Reboot Xiaoge’s your favourite one...? And if you're up to answering, what do you think about the other adaptations? Especially (our small bean) xiao yuliang's interpretation of xiaoge?

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Hey, my precious patootie hehe ILY it always makes me very happy knowing that you rewatch my vids <3

lol dang it, I was kinda hoping to avoid this question, just because I feel like I'd find it hella hard to explain some things, but I'll try my best and hopefully it'll make some sense xD

I'll start from afar bc I wanna try to explain my reasonings, since I don't want to go without arguments into such highly debated question lolz. I talked about this a bit in my previous asks somewhere, but not broadly as to why that one guy hit all the right spots.

So throughout the books Wu Xie always does this wonderful thing, where he very tangibly describes the feeling he gets when Xiaoge is near, I mean like the aura around him. And he always somehow does it so colorful, that this mix of safety, assurance, calmness, composure and some things I can't quite put into one noun, that he brings to him, I think everyone who've read the books can recognize as this almost magical "Xiaoge feeling". It's not just the way he acts in some dangerous situations or smth like that. It's just everything. You either have it or you don't. And here goes my first argument... to me none of them, except for Huang Junjie and Yuliang have it.

I mean it's not even the obvious stuff, it's like the way they move during the action scenes, the way they even stand and hold themselves, the way they touch Wu Xie, the tone of their voices (both of which are like soothing as fuck), little things you'd think wouldn't matter, but when you watch it and all the puzzle pieces are together, you're like... fuck yeah, thats him.

Also not really that weighty of a point, but to me there's always a joy to see that the actor who plays the character not only gets what's he's playing, but also loves it, bc it's always seen on screen. Usually when some asked about the character they play and what they have in common for example they answer with obvious things like if some character is introverted they're like "well I also don't talk very much" or smth like that, you know what I mean. When I was watching interviews of Yuliang and Huang Junjie I was just smiling so much, bc they've said such things that made me go "yeah, Qiling is safe in their hands".

In Reboot case working in such close proximity with the author definitely also played a huge role here. Bc it kinda gets complicated in some aspects since the books are written from Wu Xie's point of view and you can't only base your picture on his perspective, just bc it's coming from a person who after being basically told "you're my whole world" goes "I'm just a person he randomly passes by in his long life" in his thoughts. Not only he's utterly clueless and dumb when it comes to all this, that he wouldn't notice the way Qiling looks at him and other things, its also not that kind of book, that would go "I suddenly caught poker face looking at me like I'm his whole existence" (and I honestly don't want it to be that book lmao). So you have to take into the account here stuff like what author says to get the whole picture, bc if you look at that from the point of Qiling's view for example, this shit takes a whole wild turn. So I really loved that in UN and Reboot ways of showing Qiling's feelings were well thought out and fit the timeline.

Bc it also works both ways, when it comes to other adaptations. Like Qiling is very and I mean ETREMELY hard to win over. We all know that it was a very long process of gaining his trust and even longer for him to fall for Wu Xie to the point of him being his everything. So what I want in those interpretations is for them to get at which point of their relationships what Xiaoge's behavior makes sense. I do not need any fanservice if it ruins the character, I'll just hate it. The thing that their feelings didn't come out of nowhere is what I LOVE about this ship, bc I'm not the kind of person who believes in "we love for nothing" thing and love at first sight thing (only "got hots for each other" at first sight), bc thats bull. Wu Xie became his everything after a long LONG process of getting to know each other. At the beginning tho he was the same stranger to him as everyone else. So what Reboot Qiling feels for Wu Xie is not what UN's Qiling feels for Wu Xie yet and what UN's Qiling feels for Wu Xie is not what Lost Tomb's Qiling feels for Wu Xie (which at that point was nothing). And I feel like not everyone gets the fact that you can totally wreck the character if you make him behave not the way he behaved in that particular time. Like for example, if someone would make a MDZS adaptation where at the very beginning of their relationships LZ treats WWX the way he treated him after the reincarnation just because "who cares, it's still LZ", that would be dumb af, see what I mean. So Xiaoge having a weakness for Wu Xie in part one is automatically not a Xiaoge to me, bc a huge part of his character and the thing NPSS speaks a lot about is just how IMPOSSIBLE it is for someone to catch his attention and how long it took Wu Xie to get there. So let's just say to me UN and Reboot Qilings for the first time didn't feel like some mashup or character summary/parody, they were Qilings the way they are supposed to be in that part of the story, bc it was the only times someone actually bothered to coordinate it.

Now as to why I prefer one to another. Xiaoge has this thing... the way he holds himself with other people, that is sometimes intentionally and sometimes unintentionally suppressing.

Like everyone knows that if you're a passerby, Qiling genuinely doesn't fucking care and would in fact be pretty harsh about it in terms of treating people like they do not deserve their attention. He won't be like "please, don't bother me", he simply ignored them like an empty space. He is also like that with acquaintances who in his opinion do not deserve his respect like that girl who went hysterical, bc she was upset that he was the only one who wasn't drooling on her like all other men on the crew, Chen Wenjin, Wu Xie's uncles and etc. He's not openly disrespectful unless they trigger him in some way (usually by trying to act superior or later on for not treating Wu Xie right), but if they do, he will in fact remind them their place in sometimes a very rude way, at times humiliating them in front of ppl bc he looks younger than them and talking starts.

He's always doing things on his own terms and hates being told what to do. Like he legit scared Chen Wenjin just with a look and the tone of his voice when he said "let go", when she tried to command him on the mission and grabbed him trying to lecture him about what he should or shouldn't do. That's why Wu Erbai didn't even try anything like this and let him do whatever he needed to do and equally lead the mission in Reboot. And why the scene where Wu Xie 'commands' "Xiaoge, come back" and he immediately listens holds another special place in my heart. Bc he NEVER and I mean NEVER allows such things to ANYONE.

So here I came to a point of why despite loving them both dearly, my favorite Xiaoge is Huang Junjie.

I have this dissonance with Yuliang's version when to me in many scenes it felt like he and Wu Xie are the same age. Like if he was Xiaoge, but in his 20s. In his interactions with Chen Wenjin the dynamics was turned upside down, with him being okay with her telling him what to do and just in general the way she behaved with him. Same as like I didn't always quite believe him to be on par with older generation or even Pangzi, it just felt like he was truly younger than them. Some scenes that I do find extremely cute just don't fit book Xiaoge at all, I'm talking about some moments like his face when Wu Xie gave him food, or him pouting and many things he's done, when you were going "uwu he's a baby". He just never gives me this feeling in the books ever, not just bc he's 100 years old, but sad fact here.. bc he's simply unable to behave that way. Like in the books you'll desperately want to shower him with love, but he's just... I can't quite explain, it's very sad.

I guess it's just you know these characters, who are like hundreds years old, but look like they're 18? I think you have to be very careful with how you write those, so you could deliver that. And in UN because of some changed dynamics and scenes I straight up forgot about it, until Wu Xie threw some joke like "he's an old man" in front of a restaurant.

In Reboot Xiaoge could make Wu Erbai stutter with one move, put Yuliang's version in the same scene, I just don't think it would've worked. Like I'm trying to imagine him telling UN's Wu Erbai what to do and having troubles already haha. Same as I don't think he's capable to be genuinely mad at Wu Xie, and HJJ nailed it esp in one of my fav when Wu Xie was laughing at Pangzi's joke about him catching cold. The look he gave him and how ZYL just retreated was priceless xD. And boy could Qiling get angry with him in the books!

Otherwise I didn't have any drastic fall outs there, like with Joseph's Wu Xie and Ah Ning's death, because that was just too much of a difference, but there were still moments where it was once again this the same scene completely different emotion thing. He was more tolerable to ppl in general here, more pliable. And 50% of the time he gave me the cute lost kitten type, which I just cannot connect with the feeling he gave me in the books. His personality is a cat type 100%, but like seriously "cute baby" is the last word combination I would ever apply to book Xiaoge, but with Yuliang's version it's easily applied. So small bean he is indeed. With Joseph and in UN it works incredibly perfect to me, but the way he is in UN is at times too gentle. And there are lots of scenes where Joseph himself looked at him in a way "you're too cute, let me pinch your cheeks" kind of way, or the way he like sat down next to him on the coast, he was a bit babying him at times. I can't imagine book pingxie doing that. It's just a whole different vibe, the way he takes care of him, the way he lets him take care of him... it's...uuuuuuuuu another vibe (see, I'm so good at explaining lmao).

It's also kinda funny to me, bc HJJ who's the smallest and who irl truly a kitten never once gave me that feeling on screen for some reason. The one babied and loved by every crew and old ppl, who was cutely hiding behind ZYL's back on set, who won't sue an ex who almost ruined his career bc of how stupid she is, bc he "didn't want to hurt her", who according to staff can't even step on a fly, whom CMH was petting for several minutes after he had to hit him with a prop brick bc he didn't wanna do it lmao. I was just like.. ok, this is hilarious, bc I in fact didn't expect him to be a small bean, so watching all the bts made me go LOOOOL. Probably ZYL acting like a 3 year old helped him transform and the age difference problem got lost lmao

As for other adaptations. You know I can't watch seriously "Lost Tomb", I think some ppl probably have some nostalgic feeling about it, but I'm sorry, to me it's fucking hilarious. Like I've already said it looks like some type of twilight parody thing or smth. Soft damselle Wu Xie esp killed me, bc 1st when he ever was that, 2nd in the first book he's salty af, I don't even know this dude in this interpretation, I was like who's this. YangYang I know him from other things, I really don't think it's his role. I know the script and everything is bad. I know the costume and hair are horrendously funny, but it's just I was watching him in those action scenes and was like no... just I'm sorry but I'm not feeling it. I simply just don't know what to say about the whole thing seriously, bc I don't even know where to start. 10 episodes of some salad finished with one mutilated scene from book 6 for no reason the fact that characters are weird themselves also I can't quite tell, did they really just meet or they imply smth else lmao.. I'm sorry, but I do not get it.

I've given LT2 another try after finishing all the books and I've dropped it half way through, Cheng Yi wasn't even close to how I pictured Xiaoge in any aspect. He in fact didn't do anything OOC or off the book or anything, I just was like "not my Qiling". Happens sometimes.

Explore with the note you already know how I feel about this lol let's just forget.

P.S. To be fair here also maybe we should take into account the fact that some got luckier than other with "at which point" Xiaoge they're playing. Like for example, "Wrath of the Sea" and "Qingling Tree" books which is LT2 is not exactly you can say much about Qiling there, he trolls them there in the beginning (in a brilliant way that was totally lost in the adaptation) and he is there in "Wrath of Sea", but it's not the part that can make his character shine in any way, there's not much things happening there that would make you fall for him or get to know him; Yuliang grabbed the fattest piece bc it's middle several books, when they're always together and his character shines the most in terms of clues about past, opening up to Wu Xie and Pangzi, and there are many many events where you can get the picture of what kind of man he is; Huang Junjie grabbed my fav piece of utter devotion, where he's already fully and wholeheartedly belongs to Wu Xie, that I'm just weak for. So like... there's also that I guess xD.

#answered #jaecomments #zhang qiling #daomu biji #dmbj #lost tomb reboot #i still feel like i couldn't quite explain stuff lol #its a complicated question xD #do not kill me for my i guess weird opinions haha #huang junjie #xiao yuliang #lost tomb #pingxie

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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13 Anti LO Asks

1. ok but thats seriously what bugs me so much about LO, it never actually lets serious moments be serious, it's always lampooned by rachel's insistent need to force in her juvenile "humor" and never actually depicting how pressing things are. even the following moments from persephone's r//pe was undercut by hades making stupid puns! i understand if rachel cant write something more serious than "[x] is bad" but if thats so, then dont try it? because thats how you end up with this pretentious mess.

2. since when did lo hades have earrings??? i legit do not remember this ever being a thing??? is he trying to be hip with the kids 😭my man you still look like a crusty old man the earrings arent helping 😭

3. lo hermes looks and acts like flaky from happy tree friends and no thats not a compliment (TW for gore, blood, and violence if any of you google it)

4. Even though the earlier art style was better there are still some cursed panels from the earlier pages that still haunt me. Especially the way Persephone was drawn differently in so many of the panels.

5. lo hades has such "how do you do fellow kids" energy and im not sure why

6. im also confused on the fertility goddess stuff because how stupid is persephone if she didnt notice? she can create life and nature without even thinking and shes implied to be a genius in biology, so how would she not even notice this? if RS really wants to go with this plot, then why have her professor bring it up in class? why not show persephone going to her uni's library to research the topic and pouring over it? that's an easy way to show persephone's intelligence, yet LO doesnt even try.

7. What I wanna know in LO was how Demeter and Hestia were compensated after the war. The three brothers got to be kings and Hera is queen, but what we know of Demeter is that she had a millionaire dollar business that’s probably made it on its own (unless she was helped out) and then Hestia all we really know about her is that she runs that TOGEM and idk if there’s only 4 of them, Hestia really had a group by herself for a bit since Athena is Zeus’ (assumed) daughter, Artemis (Zeus’ assumed daughter) and persphone (newest member) which seems shitty since they won a war together

8. I think what happened with LO’s art style was RS got “lazy” (I’m lacking the right word). I feel like without the colors all of the men in LO have the same body type, and Hermès and Apollo may even have the same face if they smile the same. So to compensate for that lack of body diversity, RS doubled down on Hades’ features to make him stand out more to really show he’s the male lead. However, even in her own words he looks like Persphones’ “dusty ass dad”

The women use to be a little different but they’re all starting to blend with body types. Her was small, but now she’s short and busty like Persphone. RS makes Persphone look short and busty all the time but almost childlike. Minthe was skinny but her last moments she was busy. Aphrodite I feel was just busty but then tried to make her look small also with Ares and Hades beside her. Hestia stayed the same but is still small and busty. Athena was tall and thin (?) but now she’s tall but busty (and her relationship with Hestia looks like it mirrors HXP). Idk I just feel like the longer screen time the female characters get the more they start mirroring Persphone’s look. Like even Artemis was getting empathized on being small next to her brother Apollo. Like all the girls gotta look small but curvy as the story goes on.

9. Demeter: watched her friend get ripped in half. Watched her friend get continually cheated on, paying the price for not hiding a mistress , watched metis get eaten, her back clawed, fought in a war. Later made a daughter who’s a fertility goddess (probably an accident) and now has to raise her. That same daughter then went on a rampage and isn’t really remorseful

Fans: Demeter is such an overbearing mother who gets in the way of our ship.

10. on regards to ace characters, asexuality is a spectrum like everything else, so a lot of asexuals actually do enjoy and have sex, so the maidens doing so isnt inherently a problem, its the fact rachel is clearly viewing it through a strict binary where she assumes asexuality is something that can be "fixed" over time/when the right person comes along. its also a bad modern reading of it, as "virginity" in an ancient sense meant via marriage, not via sex, but I doubt rachel cares to factcheck it.

11. Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution. The humans think elves don’t need bathroom breaks, since they know they can hold it for days, but this elf has been traveling to reach their job, and has already been holding it to the point they are in pain. They ask for a break, but their job is important and time sensitive, so they admit they can still hold it when asked. After a full day of work, the elf tries to reach the bathroom in time, but they were never told where it is.

From OP: I think this might be a nymph allegory? Anon never specified so I'll put this here anyway.

12. ya know if hades has to lie to make apollo seem worse (who does not need much in this comic) its like??? why is he persephone's lawyer then?? lawyers are literally told not to lie, this is basic law 101. thats why they dont want their clients to mention to them if they actually did the crimes because then the lawyers have to say it in court. if hades lies so casually just to keep persephone away from justified punishment, then thats bad actually! both in being a decent person and as a lawyer!

From OP: Hades didn’t lie but he was definitely out of line. RS liked a tweet saying that the wife thing was “subconscious” so it probably was. (Still doesn’t make it right but I doubt he’d say those things on the stand.)

13. I know Minthe was written in a way she was suppose to be unlikesable, she’s rude, she yells and she doesn’t hesistate. HOWEVER RS wrote her character badly. Minthe is so unliked? How was she able to be a bad gf to hades and Thanatos? Like yes it’s an affair but how was she able to pull 2 gods?! We don’t hear Hades or Thanatos say what they like about her BUT they both still had a fling with her. (Honestly I feel it’s cause RS can’t bare writing one nice thing about the female anatangoist without trying to make Persphone look good)

The other thing bothering me was everyone knew about her relationship with Hades after she put it on fatesbook, but everyone talked about the kiss in such a positive light IN FRONT OF HER. Aren’t they suppose to be scared of her? Why did the girls in the yoga class/dress shop had so much to say about that kiss? Because they knew persphone? Did they know every other detail too? What was their actual beef with Minthe?

I feel like realistically some more characters would have sympathy for Minthe if they didn’t know her that well because of Hera. Everyone knows Hera is a pill to deal with and she’s the goddess of marriage who hasn’t really tried bringing Minthe and Hades to the alter. That right there should let everyone know that Hera probably doesn’t help the situation.

Idk, I feel like RS could have gone deeper and made the character not such HXP shippers cause most people wouldn’t cheer for cheating nor an old ass guy getting with a 19 year old. (Idk how fast the news of the slap spread, but I doubt it made it to every place in their fictional world)

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝐴 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Feeling bad for not being able to keep you company because he spent most of his time in the recording studio, Hongjoong decided it would be cute to get you a pet.

So on a free day, you went to the pet store and looked at all the animals.

From the beginning, you both knew you wanted a pet on the more 'exotic' side of things.

That's how you ended up taking home 2 sugar gliders.

You named them Mocha and Latte, cause they reminded you of coffee.

At first, it was difficult cause sugar gliders are nocturnal, so either they were bustling in their cage, waking you up.

Or you were pouty cause you couldn't play with them during the day.

"Have fun with them!" Hongjoong would tell you before leaving.

And you'd always respond "Yeah right".

Your sleep schedule changed because of them though.

You started staying up at odd hours of the night just to play with them.

Of course, that meant you'd sleep in till almost noon the next day.

Meaning now Hongjoong was seeing, or at least, spending less time with you.

And he was pouting.

Pouting cause he got home early but you're sleeping and can't hang out with him.

Pouting cause he wants to fall asleep next to you and cuddle you but you're too busy playing with the Mocha and Latte.

So you looked over at him, sitting up with the tiniest pout on his face.

"What?" You asked.

He whined cutely. "You're not interested in me anymore!"

You simply snorted at how cute he was when he was jealous.

You put the gliders back in their cage and settled next to your boyfriend.

"Maybe now you'll understand how I felt when you'd leave me alone for the whole day. "

Hongjoong looked at you and realized you were right.

He couldn't really complain, he got you the pets specifically cause of that reason. But still....

"That didn't mean replace me completely!"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa agreed to get a pet with you so you'd have someone while he was gone.

He knew you tended to get lonely while he was on tour, so maybe a pet would be nice.

"But please let's get something that won't make too much mess."

So you took his OCD into account.

That's how you ended up with Pepe, a cute green and red parrot.

He actually didn't talk at first, he was a little shy.

But after a while, he started saying words here and there.

That's when you decided to teach him a few phrases yourself.

"The possibilities are endless. I will teach him the entire dictionary."

Seonghwa just shrugged, not really paying attention.

"Ok you have fun with that. But he's a parrot, I doubt he's that smart."

Pepe was indeed smart, incredibly smart.

And if you rewarded him with crackers or berries, he learned even faster.

You spent any second free you had with him.

Literally, you got out a dictionary and made him learn at least 5 new words each day.

Surprisingly, he learned more by watching you communicate with Seonghwa, picking up phrases you used.

That's when a funny moment happened.

Seonghwa was mad that you no longer hung out with him.

And the few times you talked, you just went on and on about how smart the parrot was.

Scowling he blew up one day.

"All you ever talk about is that stupid old bird!"

Pepe, hearing some of his words, suddenly blurted out.

"Stupid angry bird Seonghwa! Stupid angry bird Seonghwa!"

He repeated what he often heard you mutter behind his back whenever Seonghwa made you mad.

"Stupid what?!" Seonghwa's eyes nearly popped out of his face while you just laughed at him.

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho couldn't wait for you two to get the puppy you adopted.

He was super excited at the thought that you two would officially become parents.

So when your Welsh Corgi finally arrived, he was over the moon.

"I'm going to name you Peanut and we're going to spend so much time together!"

Meanwhile you stood behind him like "I'm his owner too! Don't I get a say?!"

Yunho and you spent so much time with the puppy.

He was a very active puppy, and at times you had to definitely scold him.

Cause he liked to chew the furniture, especially the legs of your kitchen chairs.

Yeah, one time it was so chewed up, the chair ended up breaking while you were sitting on it.

It was too much for you, you considered taking the dog back.

"No please don't! He's only a baby and doesn't know better!"

Yunho insisted he'd train him better.

That was bullshit cause he ended up having to go on tour for 6 months, leaving you to raise Peanut as a single mother for half a year.

You sighed. "Might as well get used to it."

You were amazed that without Yunho interfering, Peanut behaved a lot better and you were able to train him.

So you became even closer to him.

Soon he became your baby that you loved to pamper and cuddle with.

Yes, Peanut ended up sleeping with you in your bed.

When Yunho came back, not only was he surprised that Peanut didn't recognize him...

But Peanut actually barked at him whenever he got close to you.

"I'm just trying to give my girl/boyfriend a hug!"

And when you two were getting ready to go to bed, Yunho couldn't even join you in bed

Cause Peanut was already cuddled up next to you.

So Yunho stood there with the saddest look on his face.

"Did this dog seriously just stole my place?"

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang layed down on the couch, hoping to relax from an intense day of dance practice.

He closed his eyes, already feeling like he was going to sleep anytime soon.

He felt something tickle him on his nose and he giggled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Baby, not right now. I'm tired. Let me rest first. Then I'll give you some cuddles and kisses."

He then felt nibbling on his nose which made him raise an eyebrow.

"What are you- Holy shit!"

He fell out of the couch after he opened his eyes and saw two large beady eyes, that were definitely not yours, staring straight into his soul.

"Yeosang? Are you ok?" You asked stepping out of your room.

"Something just tried to eat me! Do you think I'm ok?!" He exclaimed.

You looked at him on the floor and saw what was the cause.

"There you are Cookie! I've been looking all over for you."

Yeosang just watched as you picked up the rabbit that he deemed menacing.

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall you having a pet?"

"Nope, but I saw him while I was shopping for groceries and thought why not? And what do you mean my pet? He's also gonna be yours"

"Uhhh come again?"

It's not that Yeosang didn't want Cookie around.

But he found him rather bothersome, especially since he liked to hide in corners and jump on his ankles.

Sometimes he'd even let out a cry of pain cause Cookie likes to bite his feet.

And through all this bullshit, you never take his side.

You're always taking that damned rabbit's side.

"Honestly, what's so great about him? I have big sparkly eyes too! And I can eat lettuce cutely. Watch."

And Yeosang legit grabbed a piece of lettuce and ate it like an actual rabbit.

Meanwhile you just cringed.

"Please don't get jealous, it doesn't suit you and please don't ever do that again."

Yeosang let the remaining lettuce fall to the ground, just like his will to compete with the big eared furry.

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

When you told San you were planning on getting a sibling for Byeol, he was expecting another cat.

He just stood there staring at the long nosed, long eared whiskered animal on the floor.

He pointed at it. "What is that?"

"That's Tiny!" You exclaimed happily.

"It's not a cat?" He asked rather confused.

"I know! It's a fennec fox! Isn't he adorable too?!" You were just so happy.

San was wondering if it was even legal to keep it as a pet.

Spoiler: it was.

San did think Tiny was cute and he didn't really seem to be vicious, despite it being an exotic animal.

Tiny was actually very sociable and active.

Unlike Byeol, Tiny needed you to play with him almost every 2 hours or it'd get bored.

And when he get bored, he'd start snarling and eventually growling if you didn't pay attention to him.

It freaked San out the first time he heard him snarl.

"What the fuck kind of demon possessed you?!" He shouted, causing Tiny to become more agitated

You quickly ran in, with a rubber bouncy ball in your hand.

"Hey it's ok! I'm here! Now go fetch!" You said as you threw the ball to the other side of the room.

Tiny immediately ran for it and spent a good amount of time searching for it.

"That thing is possessed!" San told you.

"You get possessed when you're on stage. Tiny is just bored and wants attention." You explained.

"I want your attention but you don't see me growling at you."

You rolled your eyes. "No. You just get whiny and fussy."

San scoffed and walked away to the couch, glaring as you played with the fox.

Looking over, he saw Byeol laying next to him, just staring.

He smiled. "Hey babygirl, wanna play with me and make Y/N jealous instead?"

Byeol simply stood up and walked to another part of the room, leaving San all sad on the couch, feeling lonely.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"Mingi, I want you to meet Coco!"

You held up the brown ferret against Mingi's face.

Being the scaredy cat he was, Mingi backed away immediately at the sight of the unusual pet.

"Relax! He's not going to eat you! You big baby." You said

"What kind of rodent is that?" He asked, inspecting the creature.

"He's a ferret! Think of him as a long and stretched out hamster." You explained as you cooed at the cutie pet.

"Well if he makes you happy, I guess ok."

He did make you happy. You had never had a pet of your own, so obviously you doted on Coco as if he was your whole world.

Your social media now was filled with pictures and videos of the ferret.

"Coco, look at the camera! I need that Instagram pic!"

Seeing your social media bombarded with nothing but the ferret made Mingi upset.

Before you used to post only pictures of him.

Now.....a long rat has invaded your relationship.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"You pay more attention to that rat than me!" He huffed.

"He's not a rat! He's a ferret!" You shouted.

Finally getting fed up, Mingi took away the ferret from you and told it to run along.

He then pulled you into the couch and wrapped his long limbs around you.

"We haven't cuddled in a long time. I want at least 20 minutes of your undivided attention each day."

You smiled and petted his hair. You couldn't blame him for feeling neglected. It had been a while.

You turned around and began kissing his face.

His frown suddenly turned into a smile and he was happy again.....

Until Coco climbed into the couch and popped out from between your bodies.

"Oh my god! You had them all day! I've only had them for 2 minutes you cockblocker!"

You started laughing at his reaction and quickly put Coco on the ground before anything else happened.

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Babe! I'm finally home!"

Wooyoung sprinted from the couch, running up to you and wanting to see you open the portable cage you held.

"Is it here already?! Tell me is it a boy or girl?! What breed is it?!"

He was jumping for joy since he knew you decided to go buy a pet.

He immediately thought you meant a dog. He loves dogs and just wanted to start playing with it.

"Wooyoung, this is Ginger! Our new baby!" You said as you held up a tabby orange cat.

Wooyoung suddenly stopped jumping and stared at the cat for a long time.

Then he looked at you with an 'are you kidding me' expression.

"It's a cat." "No way! Really?! If you don't tell me, I wouldn't notice!" You replied sarcastically.

Wooyoung stomped his foot. "I thought you'd get a dog!"

"What? No! You know I'm a cat person."

Wooyoung clutched his chest at what you said, gasping dramatically

"I don't know you anymore! You're not my girlfriend/boyfriend! They've been replaced by some maniac cat person!"

You just rolled your eyes and decided to enjoy your new pet.

You just loved Ginger. She was so calm, so serene, well behaved and obedient.

She also seemed to know when you were stressed or feeling down since she'd then climb on your lap and nuzzle herself to your body, purring softly.

She melted your heart and you did not regret adopting her.

Wooyoung on the other hand did not like her, and started disliking her more since Ginger never listened to him.

He didn't realize she could sense his animosity and therefore proceeded to avoid him.

"Seriously what does Y/N see in you? You don't fetch, can't do tricks and you certainly don't guard the house. What are you good for?"

Ginger just continued lying on the couch, ignoring him.

"Hey don't ignore me you little butter ball!" He said as he tried moving her.

But before he could even touch her, she began hissing at him, daring him to come closer.

"What are you doing to my baby?!" You screeched from the kitchen.

"I didn't do anything!" He then turned and pointed a finger to the cat."You know... for a pussycat, you sure are one hell of a bitch!"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho had been getting really tired of the pet raccoon you decided to get.

First of all, he kept coming to your house, making a mess outside cause it kept looking through your trash can.

Of course being the softie you were, you kept leaving food out for it.

So naturally it came coming back for more and practically lived outside your house.

"I told you if you kept doing that she'd end up staying." Jongho reminded you.

"It's actually a he. He's a boy." You corrected him.

"Geez. You already know that much, why not just bring him inside and just make him your official pet?" He said that sarcastically but wasn't expecting you to take it seriously.

"Ok!" You then went outside to bring it in.

"Wait! I wasn't being serious! It's a wild animal and could have rabies!"

Despite his protests, you ended up keeping him, taking him to the vet to get him vaccinated and checked on.

That's how Bandit was now a part of your life.

And true to his name, he stole your heart.

He was so adorable and fluffy and you just loved cuddling him.

It certainly felt nice since Jongho rarely cuddled with you, so of course you seeked affection from your raccoon.

Bandit was also pretty mischievous, but you didn't mind. You just kept thinking he was absolutely adorable.

Jongho on the other hand was having his patience tested every day by Bandit.

He'd often find his socks ripped or missing and he had a pretty good idea who it was.

He finally caught him red handed tearing apart his last pair of black socks.

"That's it! You're dead I tell you! Dead! Square up! I ain't afraid! I will fight you!"

Jongho actually began taking off his jacket and holding up his fists.

Bandit also began snarling and arched his back in a fighting position.

You walked in just in time to stop Jongho or Bandit from launching at each other.

"What is wrong with you?! Were you seriously about to go Jack Jack on a raccoon?!"

"He started it! Beneath that mask, he's evil!"

You decided to just keep them away from each other before you end up with animal control on your front door.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

#ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez headcanons #ateez fluff #ateez imagines

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dreamingsnowflake2013 · 4 years ago

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Tharn and Type discussing in detail financial issues like paying for bills and the division of household chores - some of the most mundane and unromantic but also the most important and complex aspects of every relationship, which are rarely touched upon in dramas for that very reason, makes the OTP acutely authentic and relatable. Because it’s precisely these realities of everyday life which are often the most poignant. Most dramas don’t touch upon them for the very same reasons: most viewers want their OTPs’ relatinships to be “healthy, fluffy, sweet and unproblematic” therefore arguments, the mention of money and who is paying for the happily ever after make them uncomfortable and offend their sensibilities.

One of the reasons why arguments are so messy is not only because both parties believe they are right, but because each parties often is at least partially legit as with TharnType’s argument about the laundry which comes from a very real and relatable place.

To understand what leads to it one needs to look at their respective professional lives. That’s why the writer spends so much time on exposition in episode 1. After graduating with his Bachelor degree, Tharn found a job and have been working for over 2 years now. He has a friendly working environment and he’s well-settled in it. On the other hand, Type went on to study a Master degree programme so he could stay with Tharn in Bangkok (his father had wanted him to come back home after finishing his Bachelor studies). Studying medical school is always hard, making it difficult to have a part-time job, so this is Type’s first working experience. The transition between school and work is always demanding: physically, mentally, socially, but also financially because fresh employees get a much lower pay. It’s already difficult enought, but Type has to deal with the added stress of a superior who makes his life a hell. Type is strong, smart, hard-working and very good at what he does and he knows it which makes it so much more frustrating for him that no matter how hard he works, his boss keeps bullying him and demeaning him. The worst thing for Type is that he can’t defend himself and punch his boss in the face like his former self woufl have done. He needs to last and keep the job a whole year to get the necessary working experience for his CV and find a better job with better pay and boss. Therefore Tharn and Type are in a very different place in their careers and it translates into their private lives, as well. As a result, Tharn bears most of the costs and has been doing it for several years, now.

He knows Type’s been struggling and doing his best so they can be together, that’s why he supports Type in any way he can, including comforting him, driving him to work and paying for the bills, to help him overcome this challenging period. Tharn does it gladly because Type needs him. And that’s also one of the reason why their relationship feels like real marriage - they are married in every sense of the word, with the exception of a marriage certificate and a wedding ceremony.

Type sees all of it and loves Tharn even more for it, happy that he isn’t in this alone and has someone to depend on. He’s mature enough to rely on Tharn and realize that right now, there isn’t much he can do and help. He needs to survive another 6 months with his hellish boss. And he really does it all for Tharn, so they can spend their lives together as they’ve promised each other. That’s the reason why he’s been controlling his temper, putting up with the bullying and why he haven’t told his boss to go fuck himself - he wants to be a worthy partner for Tharn, his equal, help him pay the bills, not a useless person who beats other people and Tharn has to be ashamed of. Type accepts this reality but wants to express gratitude and appreciation to Tharn in his own unique way because with Type, actions always speak louder than words.

So when Type says that everything he does, he does it for Tharn, he means it in every sense of the word - controlling his temper, putting up with the exhausting job and terrible boss, studying a Masters degree programme,... - just like he did 7 years ago with Lhong, curbing his temper in front of Jeed, introducing Tharn to his family and friends,...

Type decides to iron Tharn’s clothes to repay him for always being there for him and to show him how much he cares. He actually feels happy doing it, giddy to do something for Tharn, so when Tharn tells him he shouldn’t have, it feels like Tharn just stabbed him into the heart, leaving Type literally struck dumb for a moment, eyes filled with sheer pain which immediately turns into irritation and anger as Tharn digs his grave even deeper. Tharn’s words sting even more because when Type told Tharn that he’s ironing the clothes, seemingly annoyed, he’s actually expecting Tharn to praise him, in his adorably cheesy way that Type secretly loves so much, that Type’s such a good wifey who always takes care of him but none of it comes.

It’s not only Type’s heart that is hurt, but also his pride. Type always felt confident in his studies and abilities, but he struggles now in his first job, while Tharn is successful, satisfied and well-adjusted in his. This disparity drives a certain wedge between them.

Type misunderstands Tharn’s attempt to ease his workload as a rejection of himself and his love for Tharn. Type knows that right now, he can’t do much for Tharn so Tharn’s words break his heart. It makes him feel that he is not good enough, useless. Back in episodes 8 and 9, Type learned that if he only kept receiving from Tharn without giving anything back in return, it would make their relationship eventually break and he’s been trying ever since to become a good boyfriend to Tharn, someone who would make Tharn happy and not hurt him.

And at this moment, due to his issues at work, he must feel like he doesn’t give Tharn as much as he should in certain aspects of their relationship.

So when he thinks Tharn is rejecting even the little he can give, Type feels useless, disregarded and rejected. So he lashes out because that’s his defense mechanism and no amount of growing up is going to change that because that’s simply who Type is, lashing out his claws like a feral kitten when he feels threatened and hurt.

Tharn is usually so good at understanding and interpreting Type’s actions, but his mindreading ability can only do so much. More importantly, he is very drunk, which is a very important factor, and that is muddling his brain and, after 7 years, Type’s become much better at communicating his emotions with words so Tharn doesn’t need to read all of Type’s hidden intention because he’s grown used to the fact that Type tells him and shows his love more openly. He also feels secure in the relationship so he is much more unfiltered, not minding his words so much, no longer fearing that Type might get angry if he told him about his dislikes. Ironically, the argument occurs because they both mean well and are being considerate of each other, trying to show their love and care, but it backfires on them because they have different personalities and use different methods to show them so they clash. Therefore the argument comes from a very common and real place.

When Type throws the clothes at him and leaves, Tharn is compeletely baffled what has just happened. However, after he sobers up a little, it dawns at him that he must have hurt Type and hurries to apologize, desperate to make amends and clear the misunderstanding before it grows into something serious.

He is nervously fidgeting with his fingers the whole time, so insecure and vulnerable, and with his sad puppy eyes and the way he nuzzles against Type’s body he looks so miserable and needy, Type has a hard time not to forgive him right away.

It’s such a joy to watch two adults having an honest, unfiltered conversation about the realities and demands of everyday life. There is nothing romantic about it but it makes TharnType’s love story feel palpably real and authentic. It means so much when Type actually voices and openly communicates his insecurites about their relationship being unequal because Tharn has been the main breadwinner.

It’s undeniable how much Tharn understands his boyfriend. When he gently begs him not to think too much, you can tell that Tharn can feel that Type's struggles at work are weighting down on him, making him to overthink things. And Tharn assures him that none of those things matter to him. It reminds me of the time when Tharn told Type that he doesn’t have to push himself into accepting that he’s dating a man because Tharn would wait for him no matter how much time it would take. And now it’s similar. It doesn’t matter how long it takes Type to settle in his work or how much he struggles because Tharn will always be there for him.

Finally, it makes so much sense that Tharnk seeks reassurance that he’s been forgiven with cuddles because intimacy and physical closeness has always been such an important and integral part of their relationship. In the very beginning, they used to be the only reciprocation he got from Type since even when Type denied his feelings for him, Type’s body never lied to him and always wanted Tharn.

#tharntype #mew suppasit #tharntype 2: 7 years of love #mewgulf #gulf kanawut #analysis

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yakumtsaki · 4 years ago

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Cyneswith rolls the want to dine out with her Methuselahian boy-toy and I’m hoping we can knock this love out during this date so we never have to see him again. Naturally the road to 20 simultaneous lovers is gonna have some duds, but did we really have to start with one?? Between Cyn’s gray hair turn on and Shajar’s fitness/fatness ones the chemistry mechanic is ruining my life this generation.

Yea that’s great, CADP, here’s an even more appropriate green face: 🤢🤢🤢

-I don’t get paid enough for this shit.

Random Waiter sweetie, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we’re romancing this old bitch in front of you, oh my god.

Mercifully CADP wastes no time falling in love with Cyneswith after this public woohoo witnessed by every townie within a 20 mile radius, and the date is a stunning success:

LMAO. Watch Cyneswith become a pillar of the community thanks to publicly banging the elderly, she truly can do no wrong. No wonder she’s the only child Jojo acknowledges.

Beyond over for Don.

Cyneswith returns home in the glowing triumph of her platinum plumbob. She literally hasn’t even made it to the front door yet-

-and CADP calls to ask her out again! Man, these drama professors are relentless, remember how half-alien prof stalked Gunther? Did this guy even go home or is he calling us right from the diner where we left him?? Whatever the case, hardest ‘Stay Here’ ever pressed, grandpa.

-But I wanna go out with him again! 🌸

Yea well we don’t have time to be systematically dating these flops, Cyn, if you wanted in depth affairs you should have rolled a different LTW.

NICE. Another fine addition to our yard of wonders! We’re still not dating you, CADP, but when we’re throwing ragers on this thing, we’ll be thinking of you with some nostalgia and a lot of disgust.

With Cyneswith platinum for the foreseeable future, I take a look at how everyone else is doing to ensure there aren’t any aspiration failures lurking. Ti-Ning and Frances are ultra-loved up and doing great-

-Angel rolls the want to get engaged to Wulf as well as the want TO INVITE OVER GUNTHER AKA HER TEENAGE FLING FROM 30 YEARS AGO, FFS ANGEL-

-and Don.. well he’s seen better days. The sad ‘go on a date’ want is killing me, I’ve considered it a given so far that he’s endgame for Cyn but they haven’t been interacting much lately, we’ll see how it goes, it might legit be over him.

The semester ends and with it Sophie’s insane 0 studying A+ streak, which is understandable since she literally almost died. Proud of Wulf and Don for bringing their grades up since they were both doing terribly, Don especially was flirting with academic probation last semester. I guess once your gf is no longer distracting you because she’s too busy cheating on you, you start hitting the books.

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life.. and Sophie autonomously goes to gossip with Shajar!!! I was so shocked I unironically took a screenshot of the little action queue window, but whatever, it’s a big deal!

-Hey Shajar, you know who’s an even bigger turbocuck than you?? Ti-Ning! God I can’t stand that loser.

-Haha couldn’t agree more, Sophie! 🖤 Not like I’d agree with anything you say, I have my own personality and opinions and everything!! Why are we talking about him like he’s not right here? I’m not questioning you, just curious! 🖤

-It’s my new bullying tactic!

-It’s great!

-Congratulations on your ever-evolving bullying techniques, Sophie! 🖤

-Congratulations on idolizing me! Maybe you’re only a cuck and not a turbocuck after all.

AAAAAAA THEY’RE PLAYING RED HANDS OMG OMG IS THIS FINALLY GONNA HAPPEN????

-Haha great punch, Sophie! I actually felt the nerve damage as it happened!

-Thanks, ever since my post-workout coma I’m stronger than ever!

OMG THEY FINALLY BECAME FRIENDS. Bro I still cannot believe Cyneswith not only befriended Sophie first but is LITERALLY BFFS WITH HER. UN.REAL. ANYWAY there’s only so much blue balling I can take from these two, it’s time to find out if there’s something there once and for all. But first, we need a slight adjustment so let’s head to the nearest mirror..

-OH BROTHER.

In the name of love, Shaj, come on!

-So, Sophie.. As I’m sure you can see, I’m blonde now. And I had to sign a contract promising I won’t sue for how terrible it makes me look, so I’m legally blonde. Now that that’s out of the way..

-..it’s Ti-Ning trashing time!

GODDAMMIT SHAJAR NO. NO MORE TI-NING TRASHING, NO MORE USELESS PLATONIC INTERACTIONS, IT’S GO TIME. Check her out, and let the chips fall where they may!!!

F I N A L L Y I L N L A A L N L I Y L L A N I F

OK. SO NOW WE KNOW. What you do from now on is up to you, first and last time I’m intervening but these two were driving me insane.

-And so after careful consideration, it became clear that blonde is truly my color!

-Are you sure, Shaj? Because when I saw you upstairs you were sobbing and doing vomiting motions in front of the mirror.

-Aw Angel, that’s not a very nice thing to say! Don’t worry sis, I love your new look! In fact, I’m so proud of the way you look I want you right there next to me when I meet potential lovers! 💗

NOW THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE. I mean I wish I wasn’t seeing Shajar’s terrible blonde hair but Sophie’s blondeness turn on forced my hand. But the rest of this pic is what I like to see!

Despite recent developments, Sophie remains elusive af but I’m not butting in anymore, I’m returning to my go with the flow playstyle. So Sophie once again leaves us dick in hand and goes inside to.. you guessed it, socialize with Cyneswith. Shajar follows suit.. and..

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SHAJAR. YOU FINALLY STEPPED UP. I guess there’s only so much cucking from Cyneswith one person can take!!! If Sophie rejects this I’m literally gonna die-

-HELL YES OMG FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

CYNESWITH ARE YOU KIDDING ME. BRO. LITERALLY THE BIGGEST COCKBLOCK TO EVER LIVE

And Shajar is now in love with Sophie, whereas Sophie isn’t even best friends with her yet, oh Shaj.. Well whatever, you’ll get there (I hope). ACR gets right down to business, let’s ignore Sophie thinking of Cyneswith, istg..

Boy, that escalated quickly. I mean we literally went from first kiss ever to woohoo with 0 other interactions in between but after all those years of incelitude who can blame Shajar.

And it’s official!!! ❤️ I’ve been convinced these two belong together ever since they were teens but I was also convinced Gunther belonged with Melody/Daniel belonged with Brittany/Jojo belonged with Frances and we remember how all 3 of those went so only time will tell.

In the meantime let’s marvel at how uneven this burgeoning relationship is thanks to Shajar unilaterally obsessing over Sophie for half her teenhood. But she finally got her! An inspirational tale about never giving up on your dreams even when your dreams prefer your sister.

#gen 2 #ts2

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milk-addicc · 4 years ago

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I really liked that post you made about how Capcom feels about Narumitsu. And I'm wondering how do you think they feel about Narumayo? Personally to me it feels like they throw more hints at Narumitsu since with the other one if Takami wanted it to be canon he would of done it at the end of T&T. I also think the team could of made it more obvious in SoJ with Maya's big return but I never really saw the hints but I know I'm biased lol.

oh i’m glad you like my rambles haha;;

ahh... that ship,

well first, about the whole Takumi “wanting narumitsu to be canon” thing, its not exactly making them canon but have more fanservice leaning heavy towards narumitsu (which was declined by the director(?) who claimed, i sorta agree with, that the game did well even without the narumitsu hinting since in the first game they didn’t have that intention and it was pure coincidence that their relationship was just THAT deep and meaningful which is incredible lmao, Takumi and co managed to slip his warning and still put at least some of the hints in TT tho hhh-). so even then, i doubt the crew actually want the endgame to come so soon hh.

okay, back on topic. what i think about naru//mayo? yea, i’m not keen on that ship personally at all, actually i despise it. like, they first met in the office, in front of their dead loved one, Mia. Maya was 17, Phoenix was 24. you have Maya, who’s supposedly still in HIGH SCHOOL and Phoenix, who has GRADUATED COLLEGE, has a JOB, and most likely has PAID HIS OWN BILLS. from that point alone, it should already feel weird.

Maya’s an adolescence, a teenager, she just lost her sister and barely grew up, in a way she’s still innocent, notice how she tend to ask random questions and or say things that she thinks makes sense or amusing, she tends to be naive too. its kinda like.. a child.

and Phoenix on the other hand, is a grown man. heck even Maya says he’s an “old fart”, they’re legit aware of their own age gap in game and outright say it. if anything, they both act like self-aware best friends/brother-sister than romantically. even Maya said it herself, she wants to be a good big sister for Pearl and Nick.

now how about we ignore this obvious fact just for a little while and try to see it from only their interactions in-franchise. heres the kicker, you may not see it in game since they only lightly nudges about this ship (usually with Pearl, and was dismissed by Maya right after.), but in some of AA spin off mangas (and from what i heard, one of the stage shows), for some reason, this ship has their own hints despite being completely aware that Maya is a teenager.

but its okay now don’t hold your breaths,

their “hints” are more of a one-off ish thing, most of the time a gag and not taken seriously, and unlike other ship per say narumitsu, where it actually affects their lives and changed it forever IN-GAME. “i care about Maya and understands her” and “i became an attorney because of you, Edgeworth and i don’t have any regrets” are both literally incomparable, especially given Phoenix and Edgeworth’s history together in-game canon.

anyway, here’s some common arguments i’ve encountered about this particular ship :

“but Phoenix cares about Maya a lot! he literally went through a trial against a hitman and run through a burning bridge for her!”

“Phoenix blushed and goes red when Pearl says he’s Maya’s special someone and he stutters!”

“Well my parents had a huge age gap!"

“well, Maya is 18 in AA2″

“considering Maya is a christmas cake now, Nick better tap that”

“she’s an adult in AA6 tho”

now lets dissect each of these,

yes, Phoenix cares about Maya a lot he literally did cross a burning bridge for her but people seem to forget that this is the same man who turned his life around, abandon his dreams, study law for four years, and became an attorney to meet one man and willing to defend a girl who looks like his psychotic ex that nearly poisoned him in court. he literally would believe in his clients’s innocence no matter what, he’s by nature would sacrifice anything and even his life for someone. so its normal that he cares about Maya, but is it romantic? i doubt it, he cares about her safety and well being but does it have to be a romantic hint? no, of course not, he’s just very selfless for the people he cares about and Maya has no one to help her but Nick when she’s in trouble, he’s one of few adults she can trust and will help her out.

oh so blushing and stuttering due to embarrassment means having feelings now? and about the stuttering, he literally stutters around Edgeworth a lot lol. i’m starting to feel like people ships naru//mayo not because of their depth but because Pearl said so. Pearl finds them should be together and keep shoving the audience with Nick being “Mystic Maya’s special someone”, well if thats the case, they also explained why this happened, in-game. Pearl grew up very sheltered and among unhealthy marriages she just assumes a girl and a boy together means they’re dating and being “special someones”. she most likely just wants her cousin to be in a happy relationship unlike her parents where her father left both her and her mother but didn’t know any better because she was eight years old.

https://youtu.be/FGAqQkMEKNs?start=674&end=776

now about the parent thing and taking it personal, well my parents too had a huge age-gap of 7 years. but how come is it okay? its because they met when my mum was already a career woman at 26. she’s already an adult when my dad met her. what does this mean? it means my parents were both adults when they’re together, this is why i still like GumMaggey despite their age gap so wide, they first met when Maggey has already had a career, supposedly in her 20′s, she’s a young adult, she can buy alcohol by herself, already knows whats right and wrong and has live life independently, not a still hormonal teenager who depends on one adult figure. did your parents date when your mum is in highschool while your dad is like in his mid 20′s? sorry to hear that.

as for the last three arguments, i don’t even want to touch any of them with a five-foot pole. are you listening to yourself? do you not feel like you’re a creep typing that?

let me give you a benefit of the doubt. yes she’s older and legally an adult, but are you really discrediting the fact they met when Maya was still in highschool? they met and became friends when she’s 17 and he’s 24. sure they barely met during disbarment era, but should that change anything? why should it? how should it? like this?

“Oh this is Maya, i haven’t met her in years but boy she sure has grown up can’t wait to date her since she’s legal now.”

because thats what that argument sounds like, YIKES.

you know? if they met under a different circumstance and Maya was like 19, i’d let it go. but they didn’t, they met because of a horrible loss, Maya, still in training, 17 lost her big sister and Phoenix, a rookie, at 24 lost his mentor.

in conclusion, i don’t like naru//mayo at all

pairing them feels like pairing Edgeworth with Kay or Phoenix with Ema, just because they partnered in investigations, make playful jabs at each other, and saved each others’s lives before, people just think they like each other romantically despite their age-gap in first meetings (not to mention Kay sees Edgeworth as somewhat of a father figure, and she’s nearly 18 while Edgeworth is the same age as Phoenix). especially with how Maya, being a zoomer, calls Phoenix an “old fart” and just makes jokes about how so out-of-touch Phoenix is with the modern entertainment.

from observations, i have a huge hunch that almost all of them pair these two because :

1. Maya’s a girl protagonist so its a male protagonist x female protagonist type of deal and despise narumitsu because “yaoi”

2. AA6 she’s an adult so she’s legal which is damn creepy on its own, or last

3. because of Pearl shipping them in game despite being an eight year old and was so sheltered she thought a man and a woman being next to each other means they’re special someones.

either way, i only see them as best friends, sibling-like relationship with self awareness here and there since they tease the audience a lot with their gag “hints” in spin-off mangas and game.

not only that, it kinda showcase how all male/female bond don’t have to be romantic, they can be just friends or familial and still hang together. another plus for the franchise right after encouraging moving on from ex partners. *glancing at Phoenix//Iris*

and as to the people who pairs this for some odd reasons, sometimes i just want to ask these questions,

“how would you feel if you’re in Phoenix’s shoes? met your mentor’s little sister at age 17 while you’re 24, would you feel romantically interested in this high schooler?” because i don’t, to me anyone 3 years younger than me is like a baby, how would Phoenix feel when Maya’s 7 years younger?

“also... why even? narumitsu and other less questionable pairings are RIGHT THERE in the open!”

but oh well people can like and pair whatever hhh,

and there you have it, my even longer rambling hahaha sorry;;

Edit : To add the final nail to the coffin, Phoenix outright has said that Maya’s like his kid, like a niece.

Edit 2 : remember that this is simply my personal take, you can somewhat use this to make yourself feel better about your pair nor simply just to hate on the ship itself but do not use this to dictate actual people what to ship and not to ship.

please don’t be destructive towards others.

#NOT n*rumayo #notp #naru//mayo #can't ship them sorry #im almost 20 and everyone 3 years younger feels like a child #imagine being phoenix and knowing maya is like 7 years younger jfc #slight #narumitsu #encouragement lol #dont harrass the shippers of it please

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