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delicate — geto suguru.

Suguru glared at Gojo. “I’m not concerned, I just—” “Uh–uhuh, keep talking.” “I’m just some friend—acquaintance. Worried.” Suguru narrowed his eyes. “Seriously, Satoru. I don’t know what you’re going on about. If I'm in love with them, shoot me.” Without missing a beat, Gojo grinned, “Bang.” He made a playful gun gesture with his hand and gave Suguru a wide grin. “Cupid’s bullets confirm!”

GENRE: Alternate Universe - Modern AU!;

WARNING/s: Fluff, Romance,, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Friendship, Confessions, Humor, Getting Together, Mutual Affection, Love, Pining, Kissing, Profanity, Mention of Fighting, Mention of Bruising, Outcast! Geto Suguru, Popular Cheerleader!Reader;

WORDS: 6.9k words.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i made this while thinking about what dynamic i wanted to see between cute couples. and here we are. this was supposed to be shorter too, but it ended up way way longer than 4k words. but im satisfied with this. i hope you enjoy!!! i love you all <3

ADDENDUM: i just found out gege akutami said jjk ends in five chapters and i just want to say that this is going to be hard for me since ive been a fan since 2019.

but i will say ill continue to write as much as i can for this story, enjoy the anime with you for years to come. im sad of course, but im thankful. im grateful for gege akutami for letting me meet his lovely story and his bountiful characters.

and of course because of him, i met all of you. i am very grateful. from beginning to end. i am crying but i am happy too. i love jjk a lot you guys. hugs and kisses to manga fans everywhere. lets hope for a happy end to the story we have loved 🥹🫶

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YOU WEREN’T LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. You were the it-girl, so sought after. The shining star. You were the girl everyone wanted to be—effortlessly beautiful, charming, and the center of attention at Jujutsu College. As a cheerleader, you had it all: the admiration of your peers, the envy of others, and the kind of popularity that opened every door.

Everywhere you went, eyes followed. Whispers trailed in your wake, a symphony of awe and envy that only fueled your rise to the top. You were untouchable, your smile a weapon, your presence a force. Parties, events, and the campus buzzed with your name. Everyone wanted to be near you, to bask in the glow of your effortless charisma. But all of that came crashing down when you chose to stand up for what you believed was right.

The whispers got worse the moment they took to the locker room. One of the newer cheerleaders, a girl named Emi, was their target—shy, awkward, and an easy mark for their cruelty. You watched it unfold for days, biting your tongue, hoping it would stop. They were the same, the seniors who already graduated. You let them do it then, because you hoped they’d stop like the seniors did. But they did not. Instead, it went too far.

You looked at them for a moment, trying not to be obvious. This was going too far. The girl was about to cry, maybe she’d even get even more hurt. This is enough. You cannot stay and just stay silent anymore. Maybe it was the memory of your own first days on the squad, when you weren’t yet the queen bee, when you still had something to prove. Or maybe it was just a sense of fairness that you couldn’t ignore. But you knew that this had to stop. This has to end.

"God, Emi, you can’t even get a basic cheer right. Why are you even here?" one of the girls sneered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Emi stood frozen, her eyes welling up with tears. The other cheerleaders laughed, egging each other on, pushing her closer to the edge. You bit your lip, closing your locker with a loud bang, causing everyone to look at you. You could feel Emi’s eyes on you too, shaking with fear as tears fell from her cheeks.

“Leave her alone, you freaks!” you said, your voice sharp as you stepped forward. “That is enough. She doesn’t deserve this. You’ve gone too far, even more than our seniors!”

They turned to you, surprise flickering across their faces before it morphed into mockery. You moved forward to the captain, eyes narrowed as you glared at her. You shook your head at her. “Just leave her alone. She’s a freshman. She doesn’t need your shit.”

“What, are you her knight in shining armor now?” one of the lackeys taunted, crossing her arms. “You’re supposed to be on our side, aren’t you? This is a tradition for us seniors.”

“I’m on the side that’s not full of bullies.” you shot back, your anger boiling over. “Being bullied doesn’t mean you should be one!”

“What’s your problem?” another girl snapped, stepping closer, her tone threatening. “She’s dead weight, and you know it.”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your temper in check. “My problem is that you’re all acting like a bunch of jerks. If you can’t see that, then maybe you’re the dead weight.”

The tension in the room exploded like a storm that had been brewing for too long. You could feel it in the way the air seemed to thicken, in the way eyes narrowed and lips curled into sneers. It started with a harsh word—one of those sly, cutting remarks that slid under the skin like a blade. But this time, you couldn’t let it slide. Not when it was aimed at Emi, the quiet girl who had been on the receiving end of too many of those slights.

You were on your feet before you even realized it, the words spilling out of you in a rush of anger and defiance. “What’s your problem? Why do you always have to pick on someone who’s done nothing to you?”

Your voice cut through the chatter, silencing the room. The others stared at you, shocked that you—of all people—would dare to break ranks. The lead cheerleader, the queen bee, glared at you, her eyes narrowed into slits. “What, are you her bodyguard now? Don’t act like you’re better than us.”

It was the spark that lit the fire. The room erupted into chaos as insults were hurled back and forth. You didn’t back down, not when they turned their barbs on you, not when they sneered at Emi. It all escalated so fast—too fast. Suddenly, hands were shoving, nails were scratching, and before you knew it, you were in the middle of a full-blown fight.

You could barely make sense of it all. The adrenaline surged through you, drowning out the pain as someone’s fist connected with your cheek, leaving a nasty bruise that would bloom later. All you could think about was protecting Emi, keeping her out of the fray, even as the world around you descended into chaos.

The chaos only ended when the coaches rushed in, their voices booming as they waded into the mess of tangled limbs and flaring tempers. They pulled you all apart, demanding to know what had happened, their faces a mix of shock and anger.

But it was too late—the damage was done. You could see it in their eyes, the way they looked at you now, like you were the problem. The principal was called in, and you found yourself standing in his office, staring at the floor as he lectured you about school spirit and the responsibilities that came with your position.

Your words fell on deaf ears. They didn’t want to hear about the bullying, about how you were just trying to protect Emi. All they saw was the fight, the disruption, and the girl who had gone from golden to tarnished in a matter of minutes.

When you returned to the locker room, it was like a slap in the face. Your things had been removed from your team locker, stuffed unceremoniously into a bag and left on the floor. You were no longer welcome. The cheerleaders, the same girls who had once been your closest friends, looked at you with cold eyes and turned their backs.

You had wanted to protect Emi, and now you were left with a throbbing bruise, a reprimand from the principal, and a cold emptiness where your friends used to be. But even as you walked out of that locker room, head held high despite everything, you knew you’d do it all over again. Because some things were worth fighting for, even if it meant losing everything else.

The next day, you found yourself officially kicked off the squad. Well, Emi was also kicked out too, but you were glad that she wasn’t at all hurt. That was what mattered. The news spread like wildfire, and the people who once idolized you now whispered behind your back. Your world felt like it was crumbling, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the biggest mistake of your life.

Later that afternoon, you found yourself sitting alone outside, trying to process everything that had happened. Emi had repeatedly apologized to you today, but you kept waving her off and told her to stay safe around school. It wasn’t really her fault. Maybe if you had acted much earlier, maybe Emi wouldn’t have had to go through the worst. Perhaps this was your punishment. This was what happened because of your inaction. And you feel like you deserve this. You deserve to be punished like this. You could only sigh.

That’s when you heard someone approaching.

“You know, I always thought cheerleaders were supposed to be a tight-knit group.” a voice drawled.

You looked up to see Gojo Satoru standing there, hands in his pockets, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Guess I was wrong, huh?”

“Guess so.” you muttered, feeling the sting of his words even though they weren’t meant to hurt. “I’m sorry, have I met you before?”

“I don’t think so.” He says, removing his round sunglasses. “Have we met before too?”

“Don’t think so.” You admitted also, face scrunching in confusion. “I don’t meddle around with unpopular kids.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not unpopular.”

“Then why have I never heard of your name before?” You raised your brow.

“I don’t know, maybe you were too focused on being a cheerleader and me being a Digimon stan?”

“Oh, so you’re a nerd!” You clapped your hands together. “That makes sense why I haven’t heard about you.”

He sighed. “You cheerleaders are cut throats, aren’t you?”

“I’m an ex–cheerleader now. Not really much of a cheerleader anymore.” You snickered. “Those pom pom waving mean girls, goodbye them!”

He plopped down next to you, stretching out his long legs. “So, what’s the plan now? Are you gonna go all lone wolf, or are you open to a new company?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Why do you care?”

Gojo shrugged, his smile widening. “Because I’m curious about the girl who went from queen bee to outcast in one day. That takes guts.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it came out a little bitter. “Or stupidity.”

“Or both, you know?” he agreed easily. “But I like guts. So does Shoko. And Suguru. And Kento and Haibara. You’d fit right in with us.”

“Fit in?” you echoed, not sure if he was being serious. Your face reminded Satoru of how Kento reacted to him asking to be his friend.

“Yeah.” he said, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky. “We’re not exactly the most popular kids on campus, but we’re fun. And we don’t care about that petty stuff.”

Before you could respond, Shoko Ieiri appeared, hands stuffed in her lab coat pockets, a cigarette dangling from her lips. “You’re not bothering her, are you, Gojo?”

“Me? Bother someone? Never, Sho.” Gojo said, feigning innocence. “Just making a new friend.”

Shoko rolled her eyes and looked at you. “He’s right, though. You’re welcome to hang with us if you want.”

You hesitated, glancing between them. “I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Shoko said with a lazy grin. “We don’t bite. Well, maybe Gojo does, but only if you ask nicely.”

You laughed again, this time more genuinely. “Okay… I guess I’ll give it a shot.”

As the days passed, you found yourself drifting away from the cheerleaders and into a new circle. It started subtly at first, with Gojo casually inviting you to sit with him and Shoko during lunch. Gojo’s easygoing nature made it hard to say no, and Shoko’s dry humor quickly drew you in.

They didn’t seem to care about the drama that had turned your life upside down. Gojo’s bright grin and carefree attitude were a stark contrast to the cold shoulders you’d been getting from your former friends. Shoko, with her sharp wit and laid-back demeanor, offered a kind of friendship that felt refreshing, real in a way that the cheerleading squad never had.

Soon, Geto Suguru and Nanami Kento joined in. Suguru had a quiet confidence about him, a steady presence that was both comforting and intriguing. He didn’t ask about the fight or why you weren’t with the cheerleaders anymore. Instead, he offered a warm smile and an understanding nod, as if he knew without needing to be told.

Nanami, on the other hand, was more reserved. He didn’t speak much at first, but his presence was reassuring. There was a steadiness to him, a sense of reliability that you hadn’t realized you craved. He welcomed you into their group with a subtle nod, a small but genuine gesture that told you he saw you for who you were now, not who you had been before.

Each of them, in their own way, made room for you. They didn’t treat you like the fallen star or the girl with the tarnished reputation. With them, you didn’t have to pretend. You could be yourself—no masks, no expectations.And slowly, you began to feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time: belonging.

That afternoon, all of you were sitting together under a tree on campus, watching the world go by. Geto Suguru was in the middle of explaining something, his voice calm and soothing, while Nanami listened quietly, offering his thoughts every now and then. Yu was more excited trying to make friends with you than before. You think it's interesting, how this ball of sunshine saw you as some sort of superhero for what you did, even if you didn’t.

Yu Haibara, ever the sunshine in human form, plopped down beside you with a grin. “Hey, I heard about what happened with the cheer squad. Pretty badass, if you ask me.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of genuine friendship for the first time in what felt like forever. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing, but…”

“It was! You’re so cool, you know?” Haibara said firmly. “Standing up for someone who needed it? That’s always the right thing.”

“Besides, it’s just what it is, you know?” Geto added, looking over at you. He was smoking his cigarette roll, one he made himself. “You don’t have to be what you aren’t.”

“Yeah.” Nanami agreed, his voice steady and reassuring. “You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not with us.”

You looked around at them—this group of people who had taken you in without hesitation, who saw you for who you really were, not just the image you had projected for so long. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

As the weeks went by, you found a surprising sense of belonging with Gojo, Shoko, Suguru, Nanami, and Yu. They had become your new circle of friends, and their acceptance gave you a fresh start that you didn’t know you needed. They were a new sort of fun, a different kind of excitement that was worlds apart from the polished, high-pressure life you’d known as the it-girl.

With them, your days became filled with spontaneous adventures. Gojo was always dragging everyone to the arcade, where his competitive streak made every game feel like a high-stakes challenge. Shoko would roll her eyes at his antics but still join in, her laughter adding to the cacophony of beeping machines and cheerful music. Suguru, ever the cool-headed one, had a knack for choosing the perfect music stores to visit, introducing you to tracks that soon became the soundtrack to this new chapter of your life.

Nanami and Suguru were more reserved, especially at first. You could tell they were still feeling you out, trying to figure out if you really fit into their group. But even in their uncertainty, they made an effort. Nanami, despite his serious demeanor, would show up at the burger joints Gojo loved, quietly indulging in the greasy food and ridiculous banter. Suguru, with his calm presence, would often give you a slight smile or a nod, a small but significant sign that you were being welcomed, even if it was cautiously.

Yu was the glue that held it all together, his infectious energy and boundless enthusiasm pulling everyone along. Satoru was as enthusiastic as he was, but unlike him — Yu was someone that tried to keep everyone in good peace together. And he was good. He had a way of making you feel included, whether it was by handing you a spare controller at the arcade or making sure you got the best seat at the burger joint.

That’s just how it was with them. You didn’t have to worry about the petty dramas or the constant pressure to be perfect. With this group, it was all about the moment—the thrill of a high score, the taste of a greasy burger, the discovery of a new song. And you liked it. You liked who you were becoming with them.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, tossing a sugar packet from one hand to the other. “You know, you fit in with us better than you did with that cheer squad.”

You shot him a playful glare. “Are you saying I was too good for them?”

Shoko rolled her eyes. “Stop teasing, Gojo. You’re ruining the vibe.”

“Hey, I’m not!” Gojo argues as his grin spreads, “Just that our new friend here is way cooler than they ever gave them credit for.”

You looked at Shoko, who was sipping her coffee with a look of amused tolerance, added, “He’s right. They were just too busy with their drama to see how awesome you are.”

Suguru, sitting across from you, offered a more thoughtful observation. He bit into his fries. “Sometimes, it takes getting knocked down to realize where you truly belong. You were always meant to be with people who appreciate you for who you are.”

Nanami, who had been quietly observing, nodded in agreement. “You’re a good blend with us, I think. We’ve had a lot of fun since you joined us.”

Yu Haibara, always the optimist, leaned in with a grin. “Yeah, and you’ve made things a lot more interesting around here. It’s not every day we get someone with your… spirit.”

You smiled, feeling a warm flush of gratitude. “Thanks, guys. I wasn’t sure where I’d fit in after everything that happened, but I really appreciate how welcoming you’ve all been.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time. It was a refreshing change from the pressure and pretense of your previous life.

As the night wore on, Gojo suddenly stood up and stretched. “Hey, who’s up for a late-night walk? I heard there’s a new food truck downtown.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “You just want an excuse to get more snacks.”

“Guilty as charged.” Gojo admitted with a wink. “But you’re all welcome to join if you’re up for it.”

“Sounds good to me.” Suguru said, standing up and grabbing his coat.

You looked around at your friends, feeling a genuine sense of contentment. “I’m in.”

“You feeling cold?” Suguru asked as he saw you stand from the booth.

“A little—” He threw you his jacket, which you were barely able to catch.

“Put it on.”

“O–oh, okay.”

As you all walked together through the city streets, the cool night air filled with laughter and conversation, you realized how different this life felt from the one you had left behind. There were no superficial judgments, no hidden agendas—just a group of people who valued each other’s company and had each other’s backs.

Later, as you shared food and stories under the streetlights, you found yourself in a moment of quiet reflection. You had come so far from the popular girl who had been kicked out of the cheer squad. You were no longer defined by your past status or the mistakes you’d made. Instead, you were part of a new chapter, one where you were valued for who you truly were.

Gojo’s laughter broke through your thoughts as he tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it with a grin. “See? This is what life’s about—good friends, good food, and not taking things too seriously.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the past lift off your shoulders. “I couldn’t agree more.”

In that moment, you knew that despite everything you had been through, you had found something real and genuine. And as you walked beside your new friends, you felt a renewed sense of hope for the future, knowing that wherever life took you next, you would face it with people who truly cared about you.

But in that moment, Geto Suguru looked at you and thought to himself for a moment, just for that moment — how good happiness looks on you.

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IF HE WAS BEING HONEST, HE’S NOT ONE TO TRUST PEOPLE EASILY. But coming from a rough place in life, it was something that can’t be helped. So, in the beginning, Geto Suguru had his reservations about you. He’d heard the rumors about the cheerleader who had once been the queen of Jujutsu College, and he wasn’t impressed. To him, you seemed like just another snob who was used to getting their way and couldn’t be bothered with anyone outside her circle.

When Gojo tried to blend you into the group, Suguru’s attitude was guarded, and for a good reason. So, he kept his distance and even interacted with you, he tried to be casual, trying to not get too deep into it.

He remembers what he said then — “I’m not really into the whole ‘cheerleader’ thing,” he’d said with a shrug. “Not my style. So they're still not my style either.”

You had sensed his cold demeanor but tried not to let it bother you. Instead, you focused on being yourself—friendly, outgoing, and always ready to lend a hand. You wanted to prove that you weren’t just the image people had of you. Even though you could still be rough in the edges with your personality, it didn’t stop people from enjoying your company.

And over time, Geto Suguru began to see a different side of you. You didn’t just laugh at his jokes or offer superficial compliments, nor were you as stuck up as people make you out to be; you were genuinely kind and considerate. You had a really good way of making others feel comfortable, and it wasn’t long before he found himself intrigued by the real you, the one who went out of their way to help others despite their own struggles.

One evening, as the group hung out at a quiet park, you were sitting on the grass, talking animatedly about a new project you were excited about. If he was being honest, excitement was a beautiful color on you. And he thinks that he wants to see more of that in you. He could only sigh as he thought about how much you’ve occupied his mind. He shakes his head. Suguru looks above the sky, trying to distract himself while Satoru spoke to everyone about his new date.

“You know, Suguru.” you said, glancing over at him, snapping him back to reality. “I really appreciate how you’ve been around lately. And how not awkward it is between us now. It means a lot to me.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “I’m just here because Gojo dragged me along. Don’t get any ideas.”

You laughed, unfazed. “Yeah, yeah. But seriously, you’re not as bad as I thought you’d be. I guess we’re not so different after all.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe. But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here because I have to be.”

Despite his words, you noticed subtle changes in his behavior. He was more engaged in conversations around you, his smiles more frequent, and he’d even started teasing you back. You found yourself drawn to him more and more, your feelings shifting from admiration to something deeper. The way he would look at you, even with his usual aloofness, made your heart race.

After a particularly lively conversation about your favorite books, Suguru caught you off guard with a rare moment of vulnerability. He looked at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“You’re really persistent, you know that?” he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I didn’t think I’d be saying this, but you’ve managed to get under my skin.”

You grinned, feeling a rush of hope. “Is that a good thing?”

Suguru looked away, his expression turning more serious. “I’m not sure. I told myself I’d just tolerate you, but… the more I hang around, the harder it is to keep my distance.”

He was fighting it, trying to convince himself that his growing feelings for you were nothing more than an annoyance. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do.” he continued, frustration evident in his voice. “But I’m not someone who easily changes his mind. So don’t expect too much.”

Despite his words, there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at you, a clear sign that he was fighting a losing battle. The more you interacted, the more he found himself charmed by your genuine warmth and infectious enthusiasm. And he didn’t know what to feel about that. He doesn’t know how to react to you.

You were infatuated with him, and it became clear that you wanted his attention—more than just casual conversation, more than friendly banter. You wanted to be the one who made him smile, the one he thought about when he was alone.

And though Suguru tried to keep his distance, you could see the cracks in his resolve. His stoic exterior was melting away, little by little, with every shared laugh, every meaningful conversation. He couldn’t deny the way he felt any longer, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

In moments of quiet, when it was just the two of you, Geto Suguru’s demeanor softened. He would catch himself gazing at you with an expression that betrayed his irritation with his own feelings. He was torn between his desire to remain aloof and the undeniable pull he felt towards you. As you continued to be your bubbly, charming self, Suguru found himself drawn to you more and more, fighting a battle he wasn’t sure he wanted to win.

The house party was in full swing by the time you and your friends arrived. The sorority house was buzzing with energy, and the crowd was a mix of familiar faces and new ones. You were excited to be there, especially because you had a date with you—Mark, a guy you had been seeing for a few weeks.

Suguru Geto, always the reserved observer, was there too, though he seemed more detached from the festivities. He had taken a spot near the snack table, his gaze scanning the room. When he noticed you with Mark, he gave a curt nod but didn’t say much.

As the night progressed, Suguru found himself cornered by Mark, who was chatting animatedly with a group of people. You had gone off to mingle with others, leaving Mark to his own devices. Suguru, being the stand-up guy he was, decided to introduce himself.

“Hey, I’m Suguru.” he said, offering a polite smile. “So, what’s your story, bro?”

Mark took a swig of his drink and grinned. “Oh, I’m just here to have a good time, mess around, party hard. You know how it is.”

Suguru nodded, trying to make conversation. “Yeah, I get it. So, how long have you and my friend been seeing each other?”

Mark’s smile faltered slightly. “A few weeks. But, honestly, they're kind of a handful.”

Suguru’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his tone neutral. “Oh? How so?”

Mark shrugged, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. “They’re always so cheerful and in-your-face. It gets old pretty fast. And don’t get me started on their mood swings. Sometimes they’re all sunshine and other times, they’re just… exhausting.”

Suguru’s smile faltered, and he could feel a simmering anger rising. “I wouldn’t say that. They’re actually really kind and caring. Maybe they’re just passionate around you.”

Mark snorted. “Passionate? More like over–dramatic. You must be used to it, though, considering you hang out with them.”

Suguru’s jaw tightened. “I think you should stop talking about them like that.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting. “Why? It’s the truth. You know, they could be a lot better if they just… toned it down a bit.”

Suguru’s eyes darkened as he took a deep breath. “Seriously, stop it.”

Mark continued, oblivious to Suguru’s mounting frustration. “They’re always making everything about themselves, always trying to be the center of attention. I don’t get why you’d even bother with them. They’re literally like….a bitch..”

Without warning, Suguru’s hand tightened around his beer bottle. He took a step forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I said, stop.”

The tension in the room was thick, a simmering undercurrent that everyone felt but no one acknowledged—until Mark pushed too far. He had been needling Suguru all night, his criticisms growing more pointed, more personal with each passing minute. The rest of you tried to steer the conversation away, but Mark wouldn’t let it go, his words becoming sharper, crueler.

Suguru had been holding back, his calm facade cracking only slightly as he tried to keep his temper in check. But when Mark ignored him and continued with his relentless criticisms, something inside Suguru snapped.

In an instant, he moved. With a swift, fluid motion, Suguru swung his beer bottle, the action so smooth it was almost graceful. The bottle connected with Mark’s face with a sharp crack. The impact was immediate and satisfying, sending Mark stumbling backward as beer splashed across the floor, the bottle shattering in Suguru’s hand.

The room fell into stunned silence.

“Goddamn it, Suguru!” Shoko’s voice was the first to break the quiet, a mix of shock and exasperation. She stepped forward, ready to pull Suguru back if needed, though there was a slight smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Couldn’t you have at least waited until he finished his drink?”

Nanami, who had been lounging in the corner, raised an eyebrow but didn’t move from his spot. “Well, that escalated quickly.”

Shoko sighed deeply, looking around. “I’ll call someone to clean this up. And maybe get some ice for Mark.”

Mark, clutching his face where Suguru had punched him, looked up in stunned disbelief. “What the hell, man? You’re crazy!”

Suguru’s eyes were cold as he glared down at him. “No. I’m done listening to your crap. You should’ve known when to shut up.”

“You all are a bunch of crazy freaks! Especially that bitch!”

“You don’t get to talk about them like that!” Suguru said, his voice steady but filled with a cold edge. “Not on my watch.”

Mark looked up at him, a mix of pain and surprise in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just backed away slowly, still holding his nose. Yu came between them. “Hey, hey. Let’s all calm down, okay?”

Suguru turned on his heel and walked away, heading outside to cool down. He needed some fresh air and space to collect his thoughts. You, having witnessed the altercation from a distance, rushed over to Suguru, concern etched on your face.

You spotted Suguru standing alone in the hallway, his gaze distant as he tried to calm down from the confrontation. Determined to get some answers, you made a beeline for him, your concern and curiosity palpable.

“Suguru, what happened back there?” you asked, trying to piece together the events of the night. “Why did you hit Mark?”

Suguru glanced at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “It was nothing. He just… he crossed a line.”

“No,” you said, putting the pieces together with a sudden burst of realization. “He called me a bitch, didn’t he? That’s why you hit him. You hit him for me!”

Suguru looked away, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. “No, that’s not—”

“Yes, it is!” you interrupted, your excitement and relief bubbling over. “I know I can be a lot sometimes, and I am a bitch! But you actually care about me. You love me, don’t you?”

Suguru’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and he mumbled, “No…I didn’t…”

Suguru’s thoughts were still a whirlwind, his mind racing to process the events of the night and the emotions that came with them. He needed to clear his head, and talking to Gojo seemed like the quickest way to do that. He excused himself and quickly went back inside. As he entered the kitchen, the room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside—bright, warm, and filled with the comforting aroma of Gojo Satoru’s sandwich-making.

Gojo stood by the counter, casually assembling a towering sandwich with practiced ease. His movements were relaxed and carefree, a stark contrast to the tension that Suguru was radiating. He glanced up, taking in the scene with a curious, slightly amused expression.

“What’s going on, man?” Gojo asked, his tone light as he continued to layer on the ingredients. “I heard there was a bit of a commotion.”

Suguru tried to compose himself, but the frustration was evident in his voice. “Mark was being a complete jerk. He was bad-mouthing them, and I… I lost my temper.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “He was talking about them? What did he say?”

Suguru’s jaw clenched as he recounted the encounter. “He kept going on about how they are a handful and how they’re exhausting. He was just being really disrespectful. Even called them a bitch, mind you!”

Gojo’s eyebrows knitted together in surprise. “And you punched him for it?”

Suguru nodded, his gaze intense. “Yeah, I did. He wouldn’t stop, and I just couldn’t let him keep talking like that.”

Gojo’s expression shifted from amusement to genuine concern. “Are they okay?”

Suguru’s frustration softened a bit as he considered your well-being. “They’re fine. I mean, they did seem surprised, maybe in some way upset, I don’t know. But they’re okay. It’s just… I don’t like seeing them being talked about like that.”

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and understanding. “So, you’re defending them, huh?”

Suguru’s face flushed slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not just about defending them. It’s just—”

Gojo looked up from his sandwich-making with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, but is your lover okay?”

Suguru froze, caught off guard. “They are not my lover, Gojo.” he snapped, defensively. “They are just—”

Gojo’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh? Then why’d you hit him? Seems like you’re more concerned than you’re letting on.”

Suguru glared at Gojo. “I’m not concerned, I just—”

“Uh–uhuh, keep talking.”

“I’m just some friend—acquaintance. Worried.” Suguru narrowed his eyes. “Seriously, Satoru. I don’t know what you’re going on about. If I'm in love with them, shoot me.”

Without missing a beat, Gojo grinned, “Bang.” He made a playful gun gesture with his hand and gave Suguru a wide grin. “Cupid’s bullets confirm!”

Suguru stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious? This is not—”

Gojo laughed, clearly enjoying the confusion. “Just kidding, Suguru. You know I’m just messing with you.”

Suguru sighed heavily, his frustration giving way to a reluctant chuckle. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Gojo shrugged, still grinning. “Just having a bit of fun. But seriously, if you need to talk or if something’s going on, I’m here. Just don’t let things like this get you too worked up.”

Suguru nodded, a mix of relief and embarrassment on his face. “Thanks, Gojo. I guess I needed that.”

With a final, reassuring pat on Suguru’s shoulder, Gojo returned to his sandwich-making. He took a deep breath and went back outside. You were talking with Shoko when you noticed Suguru come back outside towards your way. You were about to speak when Suguru turned back to you. There was a softer, more earnest look in his eyes as he met your gaze.

He looked at you with a determination, his voice steady but kind. “Take your coat, doll.” he said, offering it to you. “We’re getting out of here.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden decision but relieved by the prospect of escaping the party. Without protest, you slipped on your coat and followed him out into the cool night air. The contrast between the cold outside and the warmth of the party was a welcome change, the crisp air a refreshing balm against your senses.

As you walked to the parking lot, Suguru’s silence was a comforting presence. His demeanor was calm and purposeful, a stark contrast to the turbulence of the evening. He led you to his car, and you both got in, the engine’s hum a soothing sound against the backdrop of the night.

Soon enough, you found yourselves parked in the lot of a nearby fast-food chain. The neon lights of the restaurant flickered against the dark sky, casting an almost surreal glow over the scene. It felt like a world away from the party, a simple, unpretentious refuge.

Suguru ordered a handful of burgers and fries, his movements deliberate and focused. You followed suit, choosing your favorites with a sense of familiarity. As you both settled on the hood of the car, the comfort of the fast food and the tranquility of the night began to ease the tension.

You took a bite of your burger, the flavors surprisingly comforting. Despite the simplicity of the setting, there was something deeply satisfying about the moment. “This is the best date ever.” you said with a grin, the warmth of the food and Suguru’s presence making the night feel a little brighter.

Suguru looked at you, a bemused expression on his face. “We haven’t talked in half an hour.”

“That doesn’t matter,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s nice just being with you, even if this doesn’t seem like much.”

Suguru looked away, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It’s not as bad as going bowling.”

You blinked, puzzled. “Bowling? I didn’t know you liked bowling.”

He shrugged, leaning back against the car. “I do. It’s something I enjoy, and being with you is kind of like that—enjoyable and relaxing, even if it’s not always fancy.”

You tilted your head, contemplating his words. Then, feeling bold, you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. Suguru’s eyes widened slightly, but he responded, kissing you back with a tenderness that melted away any remaining tension.

When you finally parted, you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips. “Not too bad?”

Suguru’s gaze softened as he met your eyes, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “Not too bad.” he agreed, his voice warm.

You both shared a comfortable silence, the world outside the fast-food restaurant feeling a million miles away. As you finished your burgers and settled back into a peaceful quiet, you knew that despite everything, moments like these were what mattered most.

You and Suguru remained on the car hood, finishing off the last of your burgers. The night was crisp and clear, the occasional hum of passing cars providing a steady backdrop to your conversation.

“So, what’s your favorite part about bowling?” you asked, genuinely curious and trying to keep the mood light.

Suguru chuckled, a soft sound that warmed the chilly air. “It’s the combination of skill and luck, I guess. Plus, it’s fun to just throw the ball and watch it knock down the pins. It’s simple, but satisfying.”

You smiled, enjoying his enthusiasm. “Maybe we should go bowling sometime. It sounds like it could be a lot of fun.”

Suguru’s eyes twinkled as he looked at you. “I’d like that. I think you’d be pretty good at it. You’ve got a good arm from throwing those frisbees around at the park.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “You think so? I’ll hold you to that.”

Suguru wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “It’s a promise.”

The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and you snuggled closer, resting your head on his shoulder. The night was quiet, and for a while, you just enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment.

Suguru glanced at you, his expression softening even further. “You know, despite everything that happened tonight, I’m really glad we ended up here. I like these moments with you. They remind me of why I care so much.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes reflecting the soft glow of the streetlights. “Me too, Suguru. It’s the simple things, like eating burgers and talking about bowling, that make me realize how much I enjoy being with you.”

Suguru gave a small, affectionate smile, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. “Sometimes, it’s the simple things that mean the most.”

You sighed contentedly, feeling a deep sense of connection. “I guess that’s true. And, even though tonight didn’t go as planned, it ended up being pretty perfect in its own way.”

Suguru chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on you. “Yeah, it did.”

You both sat there for a while longer, sharing soft kisses and quiet laughter, savoring the simplicity of the moment. The night air was cool, but the warmth between you made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

Eventually, Suguru shifted slightly, pulling you closer as he gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “Let’s head back. I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

You nodded, standing up and stretching as Suguru helped you off the car hood. “Sounds good. But we definitely need to plan that bowling trip soon.”

Suguru laughed, offering you his hand. “It’s a date.”

As you walked back to the car, hand in hand, the night seemed a little brighter, and the world a little warmer. The small, spontaneous moments were what made your time together truly special, and you both knew that, no matter what, you’d always find a way to cherish them.

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London Calling

Tags: m/m, Erica Lives, Boyd Lives, Pack Feels, True Mates, Spark Stiles, fluff, hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, post Nogitsune, post canon, m/f

Main Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Side Pairings: Chris/Sheriff, Boyd/Erica, Jackson/Lydia

Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd III, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Chris Argent, Noah Stilinski

@writersmonth Prompts: passion + tattoo parlor

Summary: After graduation, Stiles decides to go with Lydia, who is heading to London, to be with her mate, Jackson, from whom she'd been separated for too long now. Stiles knows the Hale Pack has moved to London, reformed there. They know Lydia is coming, but they don't know about Stiles yet.

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London Calling

Stiles Summer Stories 2024

The first member of the Hale Pack to leave Beacon Hills had been Jackson, only weeks after he even became a member of the pack. His parents had packed up, uprooted the young beta and moved to London. The Hales had contacted a pack in London that Peter's father, Derek's grandfather, had been allied to and asked if they would keep an eye on Jackson.

That had happened before Cora even rejoined the Hale Pack, before she ever met her brother in his function as the new Alpha. Apparently, Jackson and Lydia's love and mate-bond had broken the kanima curse and they had been insufferable since then (though, according to Stiles, they had been insufferable before that too). Not that Cora saw a lot of them together, since Lydia was still living in Beacon Hills. But the mated pair made it work, with phone-calls and video-chats and by Lydia spending every single vacation in London to see Jackson (which were the times Cora had to endure them together and she had to admit that they were an exhausting couple).

When Cora joined the pack, she had first and foremost joined Erica and Boyd. The three of them had been bonded by trauma, by their captivity at the hands of the Alpha pack. The pack-bond forged between the three during these months was a strong one. It was what made Erica and Boyd stay in Beacon Hills and rejoin the Hale Pack, even though they'd first been captivated because they'd left the pack and had meant to leave Beacon Hills. And Cora herself, she… She couldn't say what would have happened if she hadn't formed these two strong bonds, because Peter and Derek had been total strangers to her, too much time had passed, they'd grown apart. But she stayed.

Well, she stayed, until they all left. Derek, Peter, Cora, Boyd and Erica. The remaining Hale Pack.

Scott claimed that Beacon Hills was too small for two packs, but Cora knew better. The real reason why Scott wanted them gone had been because Derek was growing more and more into a good Alpha, was learning how to lead and care. And there were three pack members who were with one foot in each pack. Lydia, whose mate-bond to Jackson did tie her to the Hale Pack. Isaac, who had been Derek's beta first and then grown apart from him during the months Erica and Boyd had been lost and had become Scott's beta, but who still held a tie to Derek, especially after Boyd and Erica were saved. And Stiles, Stiles whose fierce loyalty made it so he couldn't turn his back on the Hales even as his ties laid with his best friend and brother by anything but blood.

Derek's pack was stronger – Jackson, even in London, Peter and Cora, Boyd and Erica. While Scott had been a young Alpha, with barely a pack to speak of, and the majority of them with one foot in the Hale Pack. It was a power move, to strengthen his own claim and pack.

The tension between the two packs had steadily grown, but for too long, Derek refused to leave. Because he didn't want to leave his family's land, the last thing they had left of their family's legacy, and even more so, he didn't want to leave his mate. Even though he never told Stiles. In the end, Derek gave in. Because he didn't want to cause tension between Stiles and Scott, thought he was doing right by Stiles. So the Hale Pack left Beacon Hills for good, together.

The Hale Pack left, for London, because if they had to leave Beacon Hills, why not the place where one of their pack-mates was already living. And it was good. Cora actually liked it better than her return to Beacon Hills – because Beacon Hills was filled with memories and sadness and death and even more recently, the memory of her abduction and captivity and nearly dying when the darach had poisoned her. Beacon Hills was pain. London was a full, fresh new start. A place where the Hale Pack was allowed to grow and be happy. It hadn't been hard to convince Erica and Boyd's families to let them leave, after pulling some strings with the help of the London Pack to get them into a really good school. A little white lie about a scholarship and their parents were on board with it.

Things in Beacon Hills took a turn for the worse, because of course it did, it always did. All the more reason to leave it behind. Stiles got possessed by a demon. Not that they knew, at first. When Lydia called them in tears, she told them that Stiles was dying, of the same disease that had killed his mother. They returned to Beacon Hills, because he was Derek's mate, because he shared a similar trauma-bond with Erica and Boyd as Cora did, because he was pack.

He didn't die. He was possessed. A demon used his body to kill people. And though Stiles already had bonds with Erica and Boyd, that was when his bond with Jackson formed. Both having been used to kill against their will. They started texting, near daily. Cora knew. There was a special look on Jackson's face when he was texting Stiles.

When the Hale Pack had returned to London, Isaac had gone with them. After Allison's death, he couldn't stay. And seeing the Hale Pack again had reignited his bonds with them. He sought his family, his first pack, for comfort and companionship. Isaac found his place among the pack with ease, the change in scenery helped him heal.

And as graduation was growling closer and closer, the pack prepared for another member to move to them. Because Lydia had stayed in Beacon Hills for certain reasons, being a minor, still going to high school and having divorced parents who were trying to make up for neglect and failure of the past by being a bit overbearing now. Now that she was a legal adult and had graduated high school, she planned on joining their pack officially, to live with his mate.

Cora dreaded it a little to have those two be disgustingly in love all over the pack house every day, but she was happy for Jackson. Though she hadn't found her own mate yet, she knew how important and cherished True Mates were among wolves. Besides, gaining another pack-member would strengthen their pack further.

"It is funny to see Jackson clean," Erica pointed out, cackling.

She was holding her phone so she could take pictures of Jackson. Jackson glared at her and flipped her off before he returned to his task of cleaning the downstairs windows. Peter and Derek had bought a large, beautiful house near Hyde Park when they first got there. Gradually, over the past year that they'd lived here, it had turned into a proper home. Every member of the pack had their own room upstairs, and though some days Cora was annoyed by Jackson or Isaac or Derek, she also loved this feeling of pack, had missed this sense of family and community. Her pack in Mexico had been good, but… it had been different, it hadn't been family.

"Are you sending that to Lydia?" Isaac asked amused.

"No," Erica huffed. "She knows that Jackson is gonna do everything to make the place impressive and 'worthy' of her. I'm sending this to Stiles so he can get a laugh out of it."

Cora noted the tenseness to her brother's shoulders, at every mention of Stiles' name. Mates were meant to be together and though Lydia and Jackson had spent most of the past two years apart, their mate-bond had at least been sealed and Lydia regularly visited. Derek had never even told Stiles – there was always some kind of tragedy that got in the way, or them leaving, and he thought it would be unfair to tell Stiles, just to then leave, or worse yet, to make Stiles choose. Cora thought that was frustrating and stupid, but she also understood. Loss was the most formative thing in Derek's life and the thought of losing his mate, in any way, was too much to bear.

"Where is Stiles going to college anyway?" Cora asked after a moment.

She was probably the only one in the pack to not have regular contact with Stiles. Erica and Boyd had their bond from being captured and tortured by Gerard Argent and it had forged a deep friendship that stayed strong even as the two betas left. Jackson and Stiles, even though they hadn't been friends before Jackson left Beacon Hills, had formed a strong bond over the similar experiences of being the kanima and being possessed by the Nogitsune. Isaac and Stiles, having been in the McCall Pack together for so long, already had a pack-bond that didn't weaken even as Isaac moved to London. Even Peter was in regular contact with Stiles – Stiles was still working on translating the entirety of the Argent bestiary, while Peter was still adding onto the Hale bestiary and the two of them worked together on making it one big database. Cora had been in Beacon Hills for too short a time, too wrapped up in her own trauma and the revelation that two members of her family were still alive, to really make friends, but she liked to imagine that if things had been different, if she had gotten to spend more time with Stiles, she too would be friends with him.

"He hasn't decided yet," Jackson replied, scrubbing excessively on one spot. "Also, grab a damn rag and help, you losers. This is your house too, how the fuck is it ever clean at all."

"I have a maid come by once a week," Peter tagged on delighted.

Cora waved a hand. "What do you mean he hasn't decided yet, graduation is in a few days."

"He's taking a gap-year," this time it was Erica who replied, a small smile on her lips, though it was more sad than happy. "He kind of never really…"

"He never actually dealt with the possession," Jackson cut in, voice sharp, curt, filled with a restrained sense of rage and pain, a reflection of his own experiences with the kanima. "He pushed it down and he kept going, because he couldn't afford to take a couple months off to heal. Between school, which he didn't want to fail, and the McCall Pack literally being useless without him and Lyd, he dealt with it as best as he could while also dealing with a shit-ton of other stuff."

Cora hummed and she saw the pained look on Derek's face, the way her brother clenched his fists at his sides. Helplessness was never going to be a look she'd get used to seeing on his face. But this wasn't something Derek could fix, something Derek could protect his mate from. The pain had already happened and Stiles needed to fight through it. Healing was something only he could do.

"That sounds good," Isaac spoke softly, grabbing a rag and turning away from the pack. "I hope he gets out of Beacon Hills, even just for a while… I think that would help him."

Because it had helped him. It had helped him to get out of that cursed town. It had helped all of them, and Cora could see it in the faces of every member of her pack. She could see it in her own face. Getting out of Beacon Hills after the fire had allowed her to heal from the loss and leaving again, for London, had helped her move on from what the Alpha Pack and the darach had done.

She may not be close to Stiles, but she genuinely hoped that he'd find a way to get better.

/break\

The sheriff and Chris Argent went to the same grief group for widowers. Years ago, when Noah finally realized he had to sober up, he had to do better, be better, to be there for his son, for the family he still had, he had started going to these meetings. After Victoria's death, Noah had suggested the same to Chris. Ever since, the two went there together. They grew closer.

It was only after Allison's death that this closeness turned into something more, a friendship born from mutual support and a shared understanding of grief turned into the main pillar that kept Chris going after he lost his only child. Over the past two years, Chris had just lost too much. His sister, his wife, his father, now his daughter. He had nothing left, nobody left. Only the Stilinskis.

Not just the sheriff, but also Stiles. Because Allison's death had to mean something, he needed it to mean something, to have a purpose, to not have been in vein. She'd died when they all tried to save Stiles, so Chris? Chris needed Stiles to be safe. He needed Stiles to be safe, because his daughter had died to make sure Stiles would be safe.

For a long time, Stiles didn't understand that. He thought that Chris should hate him, should blame him for Allison's death. He'd yelled all of that at Chris, one evening, when Chris was over at the Stilinski home for dinner and him and the sheriff acted so unbearably normal and kind, in a manner that Stiles didn't deserve or understand. He yelled, and cried, and broke down.

How could they be so kind to him? How could Chris be kind to him? How could Chris even look at him? He couldn't even look at himself, all he saw in the mirror was the twisted sneer of the Nogitsune, all he saw was Allison's blood on his hands.

Chris had hugged him, hugged him and held him and... cried with him. Stiles didn't know how long the two sat on the kitchen floor, crying together. His dad had put dinner away into the fridge and given them some privacy, at one point, retreating to the living room.

"She died to save you," Chris had said, voice rough with tears. "We all fought to save you, Stiles. You didn't kill her, kid. A demon did, a demon that used you. You're... You're as much a victim of it as she was, but you survived and I need to... I need to cling onto that. That you survived, that she didn't die for nothing, that she... that we managed what we set out to do."

Stiles hadn't known what to say to that. So he just sat there and continued crying quietly, remembering every time Allison had smiled at him, joked with him, been his friend.

It took so much longer for Stiles to get... better. He wasn't good, he still wasn't good. He still had the nightmares, but they were more irregular these days. He still counted his fingers, by now a nervous habit really, just pressing his thumbs against each of his fingers one by one.

He got his first tattoo three months after the possession. After he sat down at the kitchen table with his dad and Chris, who at that point was over at the Stilinski home more often than he wasn't, and he told them that he still struggled with what was real. He counted his fingers, but it didn't always feel like enough. Reading, seeing that words were real, that helped.

He needed to carry words with him, wherever he went, so he could check, see if he could read them, know that he was awake. He wanted a tattoo. A simple phrase This is real, written out on his wrist. To make it more meaningful, he'd chosen his mother's handwriting – they had so many examples of it in her cookbooks and it wasn't hard to put the phrase together in her writing.

He was seventeen, couldn't get a tattoo without his dad's permission. But after hearing the reason behind it, the idea for it and how Stiles imagined the execution, his dad signed the permission for him to get the tattoo, because this wasn't a silly teen idea that Stiles would regret, this was something that helped him get better. And it did, it really did help, he could feel himself calming down much easier now that he could look at the words and know it was real.

He got his second tattoo three months after. Stiles... needed it. A silver arrow through his heart, with the Argents' family motto. We protect those who can't protect themselves. Because that was what they did, what they all did, that was what Allison had done when she had died. She'd tried to protect Stiles when he couldn't protect himself. His father had found it hard to deny Stiles this time either. Chris went to the tattoo parlor with Stiles and got a matching tattoo, to honor his daughter.

Both of those tattoos helped him. Grounded him.

His dad and Chris helped and grounded him too. Stiles could see the gradual shift in their relationship and one day, Chris simply stopped leaving. One day, Stiles came home and found the two men curled together on the couch, holding each other in a manner that was much more intimate than a hug between friends. One day, Chris just became a part of the Stilinski household.

While Stiles had his support at home, he slowly felt like he was losing the pack.

There were so many new people, people who had joined after the Nogitsune, people Scott had accepted into the pack. People Stiles didn't really have bonds with, people he… never cared enough to get to know, or who never really cared enough to get to know him. People who had no way of ever truly understanding, because they hadn't been there, hadn't lived through the things Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Allison and Isaac had gone through, had seen since the beginning. Even Malia and Kira understood more, had suffered through more with them. But those that came after, it… felt like a whole different pack, like there was a cut, a line drawn, and Stiles was on the other side.

His friendship with Scott wasn't what it used to be either, and maybe that factored into why Stiles didn't feel the same bond to the newer pack members. Though now, looking back, he wondered for just how long it had been like this. It wasn't just Allison's death that had broken something, their friendship had cracked long before. What truly broke it though was Theo, was how easily Scott let himself be manipulated by Theo. Believing Theo over Stiles, accusing Stiles of murdering Donovan, when it had been self-defense, not even asking for Stiles' side of the story, not believing Stiles. That night, those accusations, their friendship never recovered from.

On paper, he was still in the pack. Stiles still attended mandatory pack meetings, but he stuck to the background. He gradually offered less and less solutions, voiced less and less of his suspicions, because he wasn't being heard anyway. Neither him nor Scott really named it, the fact that Stiles wasn't really pack anymore, that they had grown apart. They simply… lived side by side.

Maybe he would have left, should have left, but Beacon Hills was where his dads were living, and he wanted to graduate here. He would bide his time until. And he wasn't all alone.

He still had Lydia, always had Lydia. The grief over losing Allison had brought them so much closer, even though, much like with Chris, Stiles had thought she should hate him.

Isaac left. He couldn't stay, after losing Allison, couldn't bear this place where his mother and brother had died, where his father had abused him, where he had now lost Allison. And Stiles understood. The blonde had ducked his head, looking guilty as he stood in Stiles' bedroom one night, telling him that he'd leave. But Stiles understood. He hugged Isaac and told him to say hi to the Hales, at which Isaac had looked at him in surprise.

Like Stiles didn't know where Isaac stood. With one foot in each pack. Isaac's relationship with Scott had been strained over his feelings for Allison already, but now with Allison's death, Isaac didn't feel like much was holding him here. Isaac had no reason not to follow his original pack.

There was a pang of longing in Stiles' heart at the thought.

Stiles imagined that having the Hale Pack back in Beacon Hills, even just for a short while, must have had a similar effect on Isaac as it did on Stiles. The Hales had come back, when they thought Stiles was dying. They had all hugged him and cried with him and he'd curled against Derek's chest, crying for an hour. But then Stiles survived and the demon was exorcised and the Hales all had a life in London – the betas all went to school, Peter and Derek had jobs. And so they'd left again.

The sense of longing was near physical, it ached in Stiles' chest.

His third tattoo was one that he got on his eighteenth birthday, without telling his dads first. Because he knew they both would disapprove of that one. He went back to the tattoo parlor and got a giant, beautifully detailed black fox on his back, curling around the symbol for self. It was a constant reminder, a manifestation of his guilt but also of his survival. A promise, both to himself and to Allison, that now that he was himself again he would be himself. However he was going to manage that, because he still struggled with it at times.

Graduation was coming up and Chris took him aside. Told him that he needed to live. At first, Stiles didn't understand, thought that he did. Allison had died, so Stiles had to live. Chris sighed.

"You're not living, kid," Chris said, voice rough and distant. "You're surviving. You have been surviving since the possession. I know there's a lot of trauma you've been working through, you kept your grades up through it all, you kept helping keep this town safe, but… that is all you do. You haven't lived since then. You keep your head down and you continue, but you don't start."

"I don't…" Stiles frowned at him in confusion.

"You haven't had a girlfriend since things between you and Malia ended, you haven't made any new friends, I know you keep your distance to the newer members of the pack, you… don't really spend time with anyone but Lydia, Malia and Kira anymore. You need to live, make new experiences, have fun, laugh, spend time with the people you love, fall in love."

Do all the things Allison would never get to do again, was left unsaid but both Stiles and Chris could feel it in their bones. He ducked his head and leaned into Chris, receiving a hug. Chris was right, Stiles hadn't really lived since Allison had died, he'd been so busy struggling to survive, he hadn't even had time to consider living yet. But now, he was doing better, he was on the right path.

"You need to leave this place," Chris whispered against his hair, still hugging him. "You need to get out before this city kills you too, and you need to find a place where you can be happy, kid."

Stiles tensed in his arms. Leaving Beacon Hills wasn't something he'd ever considered. This was his home, this was where his dad lived, worked, he couldn't leave. He was all his dad had… No, that wasn't true anymore. Blinking, he looked up at Chris. His dad wasn't alone anymore. There was someone who loved his dad, who watched out that his dad would eat healthy even when Stiles was busy. There was someone living in the Stilinski house, so his dad wasn't alone anymore.

"Chris is right, kiddo," Noah stepped into the kitchen, looking at them both with sad but loving eyes. "You aren't happy here, I haven't… I haven't seen you happy in a long time. I know your friends are all doing better, no longer living here, and maybe it will help you too. All I want for you is to be happy, kiddo. I'll be fine, don't let me hold you back."

Chris and Stiles opened their hug for Noah, allowing the sheriff to join them. They were right. He wasn't happy here and this place had been slowly killing him since the night Scott got bitten. Maybe it was time to leave before this town could finish him off.

/break\

The pack was buzzing with excitement as they were gathered at the airport, waiting for Lydia's arrival. This kind of energy, it made Derek feel... serene. His pack, together, all eagerly awaiting their newest member. They'd come a long way from the three teens he'd turned two years ago, from the in-fighting when Scott had briefly joined the pack, the strain of turning Jackson and him leaving Beacon Hills near immediately, the tension when Boyd and Erica had been returned and how awkward things had been when Cora first joined the pack.

Moving to London had been the right call. They were happier here. They were happy here. They had the chance to fully grow into a pack, to form deep, meaningful pack-bonds.

And Derek was eager himself, for Lydia to properly join his pack. Ever since Derek had relocated the pack to London, she had become more and more a member of this pack. With every visit to London, to be with her mate, with every video-call between Jackson and Lydia that Erica and Cora and later on Isaac and occasionally even Boyd would butt in. She had been forming pack-bonds with them all for months now. And still, when she actually called him, told him that she wanted to leave Beacon Hills behind and had applied to a university in London so she could be with Jackson and then formally asked Derek if he would accept her into his pack, that had meant a lot to him.

He was an Alpha whom betas chose. Boyd and Erica chose to rejoin the pack, after they'd been saved from the Alpha Pack. Cora had chosen not to leave for Mexico again. Jackson had chosen to be with their pack, even though he could have stayed with the local pack that had kept an eye on him until the Hale Pack moved to London. Jackson and Lydia, together, could have chosen to leave for a different place entirely. Isaac chose to come to them, after Allison's death.

He had a strong, happy, good pack. He was... happy. A feeling he still sometimes struggled with, the survivor's guilt usually made him remember Laura and their family, those he had lost. But he'd been working with a therapist on this, on the fact that he deserved to live, to be happy.

There was still a hole in his chest, a Stiles-shaped hole that left an ache in his heart, but he was going to fix it, he was finally going to move forward. He'd never dared to tell Stiles that they were mates. At first, because he thought the teen was mostly annoying and the age-difference mortified him. But the more often Stiles saved his life, the more Stiles proved himself to be strong and fierce and loyal, the more Derek could see why fate had chosen him as Derek's mate.

However, at that point, something seemed to always get in the way. After Scott and Stiles officially joined his pack, Derek had been overjoyed and was readying himself to actually tell Stiles. And then Scott had betrayed Derek's trust, left his pack after using him like a weapon, a tool, in his plan against Gerard Argent. And with Scott, Stiles left the pack too. Derek spent months bitter, deliberately not telling Stiles because he'd felt betrayed by his mate too.

While the Alpha Pack and the darach attacked, him and Stiles grew closer again. When Derek finally learned that Stiles had had no hand in Scott's plans against Gerard, that Stiles hadn't approved of it – that Stiles and Scott even had a fight about it – it was already too late. Scott was a True Alpha and the two packs in the small town were edging on, until Derek conceded and left.

Too many bad memories, too much loss. He wasn't ready to risk his pack in an actual fight against Scott's pack, if it came to that. And the longer they coexisted, the more it felt like that was where things were headed. A fresh start, somewhere new, maybe it'd help them all, was what he'd thought.

With no concrete destination otherwise, he decided to follow his first beta. He'd never gotten the chance to be a proper Alpha to Jackson before Jackson had left. He was glad that the local packs – London was a big city, it housed multiple packs who peacefully coexisted and even had alliances between them – all welcomed them with open arms.

Derek had thought it unfair to tell Stiles just as they were leaving and he saw no point in telling Stiles with the pack living in London, he'd never want to make Stiles feel like he had to choose, between his home where his dad and Scott and all his friends lived, and Derek.

When they returned to Beacon Hills, when they thought Stiles was dying – and Derek's wolf still curled together in pain at the memory of that feeling, at the memory of how small and fragile and exhausted Stiles had been in that hospital – Derek wanted to tell him. He didn't want to lose Stiles without Stiles ever knowing how much he meant to Derek. Before he had the chance to, did they realize that Stiles wasn't dying, not of a human sickness anyway. He was possessed.

After that, with the trauma Stiles had suffered, with the loss of Allison hanging heavily over their heads, it had felt selfish to tell Stiles the truth. He had so much to deal with, he shouldn't have to deal with Derek's feelings, on top of everything else.

And so Derek and his pack had left once more, returning to London. Words left unspoken.

Things were changing though. Lydia was joining their pack, because the betas had graduated high school. Stiles was eighteen now, which had also been part of why Derek kept looking for excuses not to tell Stiles. He never wanted to be like Kate, he never wanted to be unsure if he was coercing Stiles, because Stiles had been young and might feel like he was obligated to do anything just because of a mate-bond he couldn't feel to its full extend – yes, humans could feel the mate-bond, but to a werewolf, it was different, it was so much stronger.

Now, Stiles was a legal adult, he had graduated high school, both of them were in a better place, having worked through at least parts of their respective trauma. Once Lydia was properly settled in, Derek planned on traveling to Beacon Hills to see Stiles and finally tell him.

"Lydia!" Jackson's entire face lit up when he saw his mate.

She grinned and ran up to him, jumping into his arms to be whirled around by Jackson. They kissed, slow and deep and entirely getting inappropriate for the public. Derek cleared his throat, looking away. He understood, they'd last seen each other during spring break. They were mates, they shouldn't be kept apart. It made Derek feel warm, a pleasant sense of comfort at the thought that the two would get to be together now. That his betas would get to be with their mate.

"Put. Her. Down," Erica growled, shoving Jackson. "Share."

Jackson growled back but he still put his mate down so the other betas could get to scent mark and greet her too. Now that she was pack, she needed to smell like pack. Derek smiled to himself, standing back together with Peter and waiting for the pups to get their fill first.

"You smell like Stiles," Isaac noted as he nuzzled Lydia's neck. "Is that the surprise you said you'd bring for the pack? Did you scent-mark Stiles before you came so we can have some Stiles?"

The smile on Derek's lips turned a little softer as he watched Boyd shove his own mate away, not without Erica growling in protest, so he could also scent-mark Lydia and smell Stiles on her. Before coming, Lydia had called Jackson and ominously said she had a surprise for the pack. Derek crossed his arms tightly, trying to keep himself from going to Lydia and pushing the betas out of the way so he could inhale every last trace of his mate on his new pack-member.

"Not exactly. If you want more au de Stiles, she brought you the source."

The pack froze in place – which, in the case of the betas was somewhat a hilarious image, because Boyd was curled against Lydia's back, while Erica and Isaac were in the middle of shoving each other to get the left side of Lydia's neck, Cora nuzzling her cheek against Lydia's right cheek, Jackson in the middle of kissing Lydia. All pausing like some kind of statue. Though Derek couldn't blame them, he was holding his breath too, eyes widening at the sound of that voice. He turned.

Coming up behind Lydia, pushing the cart with so many bags and suitcases, it looked like Lydia had decided to bring all of her belongings onto this flight already, was Stiles. Stiles stopped the cart and stepped around it, aiming a carefree grin at the pack. He was real, this was really Stiles. Wearing skinny-jeans and a blood-red hoodie. His hair was a little longer than the last time Derek had seen him. He looked good, really good. Not so sickly pale anymore, the deep bags beneath his eyes were gone, his cheeks not as hollowed out. Healthy. He looked healthy again, no longer made to believe he was going to die, no longer possessed, but rather recovering. He was beautiful, he was everything, he was right here, in London, just a few meters away from Derek.

"Stiles!" Erica yelled, her voice pitching, before she launched herself at him.

Isaac growled, hot on her heels and also attaching himself to Stiles. Boyd grabbed Isaac by the waist to lift him out of the way so he could get a Stiles hug first. Stiles just laughed, a bright and beautiful sound, as he was being wrapped up by the Hale Pack's three original betas. With a heavy sigh did Lydia smack Jackson's arm to give him the go-ahead and the next moment, Jackson was also nosing Stiles' neck. Lydia used the opportunity to give Cora a proper hug.

"You brought us Stiles," Isaac grinned at Lydia from where he was resting his chin on Stiles' head.

"Can we keep him?" Erica turned large, pleading eyes and a pout on Derek. "Ple—ease, I promise I'll feed him and take him on walks."

"Brats," Stiles heaved a long-suffering sigh. "Okay, okay, enough scent-marking the Stiles in public, people are starting to stare, I feel like they think I have a harem, off, puppies."

Once the betas were all pushed off, Stiles took a tentative step toward Derek, a soft half-smile on his lips as he waved. "Hey, Sourwolf. Miss me?"

Miss me? Derek choked on the emotions bubbling up in him. Missing didn't even begin to cover what Derek had felt. Pure, raw yearning, a longing so overwhelming he was drowning in it. Until this very moment, he hadn't realized just how bad it really was. It had been easier to push down and ignore while he could focus on his pack. Seeing Stiles like this? So close? Close enough that Derek could smell him? It hit him like running head-first into a brick-wall.

With a deep growl rumbling in his chest did Derek stride forward, until Stiles was right in front of him. Those big, warm doe-eyes stared up at him in surprise when Stiles got wrapped up in the Alpha's arms and pulled into a tight, all-consuming hug. The rumbling grew softer, more pleased and content, as Derek buried his nose in Stiles' neck, rubbing it. More content rumbling when his mate readily bared his throat for better access. A small laugh escaped Stiles, his fingers entangling in Derek's shirt, holding onto him too, returning the hug.

"Yeah," Stiles' voice cracked a little. "I missed you too."

"I do think that was enough PDA overall, how about you bring us to the pack house?" Lydia piped up. "We had a dreadfully long flight with even more dreadful food. I need a shower and dinner."

"Actually, seconded," Stiles turned a bit in Derek's arms, regarding the betas. "Uhm. Sourwolf? You would have to let me go so we can leave."

Oh, Derek hated that idea. He would prefer to stand here for another hour or two, simply holding his mate, soaking in that unique scent of honey, chili and lightning. Huffing softly, Stiles gave him a light shove, at which the Alpha reluctantly let go of his mate.

"It's good to see you again, Stiles," Peter said, resting a hand in Stiles' neck. "You look good."

Stiles let him, leaning into the touch some, still grinning. "I feel good."

The betas went to get Lydia and Stiles' luggage – Stiles had luggage, Stiles was here. The only reason Derek had been able to let go of his mate was because he would get to take Stiles home with him, get Stiles into the pack house for the first time, get the pack house to smell like Stiles.

Once in the parking deck, Peter clapped his hands once and turned to stare at the betas expectantly. "Everyone, into the SUVs. No, not everybody can drive with Stiles."

Cora was the first one to willingly get into Peter's SUV, having the least connection to Stiles. Lydia and Jackson joined her, getting into the backseats, mostly because Lydia had gotten to spend so much time with Stiles already and Jackson primarily wanted to be with his mate right now. Derek got into his own car, watching Isaac climb into the passenger seat and smiling a little when Stiles ended up sandwiched between Boyd and Erica, the mated pair rubbing against Stiles from either side. Those three had had a profound bond ever since the basement. Derek's grip on the steering wheel tightened at that thought, the thought of Gerard torturing his betas and his human mate.

"So—o tired," Stiles groaned and leaned his head against Boyd's shoulder. "There was a screaming toddler sitting in the row behind me… Ple—ease tell me your pack house is actually big enough to have a guest room I can crash in because… I had considered calling ahead to ask if I can crash with you, but then I thought a surprise would be much more fun. Lydia said you would have room for me and it wouldn't be a problem, but now that I'm actually here-"

"There will always be room for you," Derek interrupted him lowly.

"Cheesy," Stiles looked utterly pleased. "Awesome. Oh. Oh, you guys totally have to show me around, I've never been to London. I mean. I've never been anywhere aside from Poland."

"You've been to Poland?" Erica asked, dragging her nose over his collarbone.

"Well, not in… a long time," Stiles' smile turned a bit sad. "I went when I was little, with my mom, to visit her family. My grandpa, my actual name sake."

"Mitch-is-love," Isaac dragged it out, the sounds heavy and awkward.

"So close and yet so far," Stiles gave a startled laugh. "You know, it used to bother me, hearing people try and butcher my name, but… it's kind of endearing with you guys. You try."

"It's more of a whaff than a love," Boyd corrected Isaac after a moment.

Stiles hummed, looking so happy as he melted between Boyd and Erica, who were both holding hands on top of Stiles' lap. Derek's heart felt full and warm when he looked at his betas and his mate, all content and together. That hole in his chest, it was slowly filling.

"We're here," Isaac announced when they pulled into their driveway.

"Wow," Stiles whispered in awe, staring at the Hale Villa. "Okay. Lyds was not exaggerating. Damn. It pays to have a Sugar Alpha, huh, guys."

Erica made gagging noises. "Don't ever call him that again or I will throw up."

She shoved Stiles, just making him laugh. As soon as they got out of the car did Derek practically herd Stiles into the house, earning a very amused look from the human. Where did he want Stiles first? Bed. No. Not a realistic place to get Stiles to go. Not yet. But now that he was here, Derek could tell him, could start courting him, could… ask the impossible question. Give Stiles a choice. Because it wasn't about making Stiles choose, it was about giving Stiles a choice.

"Want me in the living room?" Stiles guessed, a knowing smile on his lips. "Make the den smell more like me and give the betas more time to smother me. Sorry, 'scent mark' me."

Derek gave an affirmative grunt. That was part of what he loved the most about Stiles. Stiles understood Derek, understood him but also his culture. Stiles had always done his research, learned about werewolves and even when he lacked the natural instincts, he never acted like what the wolves did was weird, he accepted it, embraced it, even reciprocated it. Scent-marking them back, without anyone having to explain to him what it was. He knew, he accepted, he understood.

"Stilinski," Jackson grunted as he caught up to them and wrapped an arm around Stiles' waist to pull him close. "The fuck did you not say that you were coming, you asshole."

"Missed you too, Jackass," Stiles laughed, leaning his bead back against Jackson's chest. "It's called a surprise and telling the other party kinda ruins the purpose."

"So you're spending your gap-year traveling then?" Boyd asked curiously. "Made us the first stop?"

The look on Stiles' face turned a little more sober and maybe even an edge of nervous. "No."

Jackson growled a little. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but… use more words, Stilinski."

Stiles wiggled free of the beta and turned to look at Derek, searching the Alpha's face. What for, Derek couldn't guess, but he liked having Stiles' attention. And he liked the way Stiles looked standing in his living room, like he belonged right here, surrounded by the betas.

"Well, that depends on your glorious Alpha," Stiles' grin turned mischievous as he tilted his head, baring his throat to Derek. "Alpha Hale, I, Mieczysław Stilinski, formally ask to join your pack."

The growl ripped from Derek's throat was such a deep, primal sound that it shook the room, his eyes flashing. It wasn't even a conscious decision to step up to Stiles. One second, he was at the other side of the room, the next he had Stiles pinned against the wall, his mouth on Stiles' bared throat. His lips parted, but before he allowed his teeth to scratch soft skin, he paused.

"Stiles-" Derek whispered. "You can't be in two packs. Not fully."

"I know," Stiles' voice broke a little. "I choose you. You're my Alpha, Derek."

What little restrain he had vanished at those words, Derek's wolf taking over as he sank blunt human teeth into soft skin. A soft noise was drawn from Stiles as Derek marked him as pack. There were questions, a hundred questions running through Derek's mind, but all that mattered in that moment was that Stiles was his. Part of his pack, fully, officially, willingly.

"What… just happened," Isaac grunted, blinking slowly. "I mean, I know what happened, but… You left Scott's pack? You? And you're here to stay? For… good?"

"What about your dad?" Erica asked concerned.

Derek pulled away from Stiles, with much difficulty. Now that he was pack, Derek's wolf just wanted to drag Stiles upstairs and make their den smell like their mate. But these were questions that he needed answered too. He'd just claimed Stiles as Hale Pack, which… he had never thought he would get to do, not even if he ever got to claim Stiles as his mate. His unwavering loyalty was what had gotten him dragged into the supernatural to begin with. This had always been the Scott and Stiles Show, everyone else was just on the outside.

"My dads are fine," Stiles chuckled and went to sit on the couch, between Isaac and Jackson. "Two's company, as they say. I… never thought I'd be able to leave Beacon Hills because someone had to take care of my dad, but… now someone is. Chris is watching dad's died like a hawk. Honestly, he might actually worse than me, it's kind of funny. But yeah, I'm… not leaving him alone. And, to be honest, it was kind of Chris who told me to get out of Beacon Hills, to… live, instead of just surviving. Chase my own happiness or something like that."

"And your happiness… led you here?" Isaac's voice was unusually small, filled with hope.

The look on Stiles' face turned more sad as he tilted his head down to stare at his hands, his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers linked between them. There was something heavy there.

"I… never wanted to leave the Hale Pack," Stiles whispered. "I left because Scott left. And then Scott became a True Alpha and… But things are different now."

"How," Cora's voice had an edge to it. "How is it so easy to turn your back on your Alpha and your pack, now. Everyone always talks like your loyalty is your biggest plus point."

Derek gave a low warning growl at his sister, but Stiles simply laughed. Shallow and empty.

"Loyalty can break your neck if it's misplaced," Stiles shrugged and looked up, looked at Cora. "I've been training to be an Emissary for one and a half years now. When I started, I was… so sure… that it would be so I could become Scott's Emissary. But at no point did he ask me. I just assumed, it seemed obvious to me – and to everyone else. But he never asked me, he still got Deaton. I used to be Scott's right hand. And then this guy comes into our lives and it's so easy for him to gain Scott's trust and friendship and manipulate him. I'm not Scott's right hand and I'm not his Emissary and… I haven't really been pack, in a while."

Stiles turned his head, no longer looking at any of them, instead fixating a spot on the ground. "Maybe I would have become his Emissary, maybe I would still be his right hand, but… He can hardly look at me anymore, even when he's trying, and he is trying, but… we've never been the same after Allison's death, we've been growing more and more apart and…"

"He's blaming you for Allison's death?" Jackson growled, eyes flashing blue. "I'm gonna kill him."

The twist of Stiles' lips was hardly a smile. Derek noticed the way Stiles was pressing his thumbs against the pads of his other fingers one by one, over and over again. It made Derek's heart sink. He knew this was a habit Stiles had picked up with the possession. Counting his fingers to ground himself, to remind himself that what was happening was real, that he was awake.

"I don't fault him for that," Stiles whispered. "Can't fault him for that. I did kill her."

"Stiles-" Lydia's voice was pained but also exhausted, like she'd had this conversation a lot.

"I did," Stiles shrugged and looked up at her with tired, broken eyes. "I didn't want to, but… I remember it, and I will forever remember it. The fact that I didn't want to doesn't undo it and it won't let me forget it either. I understand the distinction, Lyds. I know I didn't kill her, in the ways that matter, but… I still remember it like I did. I'm doing better now, I've mostly made my peace with it, but I still sometimes see her blood on my hands and… I can't blame Scott for also seeing it. She was his mate and I killed her and it's a miracle we had any semblance of a relationship left after. But I can't live like that anymore. I can't live in a pack with mostly strangers and with a best friend who can barely look at me, I can't live filled with all the memories of the people it hurt while using my body. Chris is right. I've been surviving, I've been treading water to keep above the surface somehow and to keep breathing, but it's time I just… get out of the water. Before I drown."

"So..." Derek's voice wavered. "So you're really here to stay? With us?"

With me? A voice in Derek's head whispered and screamed at the same time, the pull to his mate overwhelmingly strong now that there was a pulsing pack-bond alongside their unsealed mate-bond.

"If you'll have me," Stiles tilted his head with a small grin, showing off the bite on his neck. "Though, I guess now's too late for you to back out. You're stuck with me."

Seeing his mark on Stiles like that, seeing Stiles show it off like that, it did things to Derek, things that went far beyond love, desire or passion. It was a raw, burning fire at the core of his soul and it felt like it was consuming all of him. Yet at the same time he wasn't scared, he was embracing it, letting it warm him.

"Finally!" Erica yelped and threw herself at Stiles. "Always knew you belonged with us, Batman."

"Oh, you have no idea," Stiles muttered beneath his breath, amused.

Muttering was pretty pointless in a room with werewolves though. Curious looks were aimed Stiles' way and a near bashful smile spread over his lips as he ruffled his hair. His cheeks had a red tint to them that Derek found himself appreciating more than he should.

"I have this theory. About why Scott never asked me to be his Emissary," Stiles explained, fidgeting a little and not looking at Derek. "I mean, beyond the way Deaton lives in his head rent-free. My magic... My magic first manifested when I was part of the Hale Pack, the first time I used it, Derek was my Alpha. I think that maybe a subconscious part of Scott's wolf rejects my magic because it's linked to the Hale Pack."

"Fascinating," Peter sounded far too intrigued. "Perhaps Derek's wolf has had a similar, opposite reaction. Considering we've been living in London as an established and respected pack for well over a year now and still don't have an Emissary."

Derek gave a low warning growl. He'd never done that on purpose. It wasn't like he at any point realistically expected for Stiles to move here, so he hadn't kept the position open with the intention of making Stiles his Emissary.

"It's okay," Stiles shook his head. "I didn't come here for that. I came here to join the pack. Besides, you guys... never really... saw my magic, I mean, I mostly started training it when you already left. Let me stick around for a while and prove myself before you even bring that up, mh?"

"Stiles, you really don't have to prove yourself, to any of us," Boyd noted, raising one eyebrow. "I, very confidently, speak for the whole pack there."

The others made noises of agreement and Stiles flushed again, a pleased look on his face. It was Lydia clearing her throat that drew the attention away from Stiles, for which he seemed grateful.

"I was the one who came here to join the pack, you know."

Lydia gave Derek a look for having been ignored, though it was half-hearted at best because she knew how much the pack had missed Stiles and what a huge, positive surprise this was for them all. Still, the Alpha couldn't help but rub his neck sheepishly at having ignored his newest pack-member. Lydia offered him a small, reassuring smile, before she bared her throat to him.

"Alpha Hale, I, Lydia Martin, formally ask to join the Hale Pack."

Derek's eyes flashed on instinct and he approached her to gently bite her neck too. Another pack-bond snapped into place and filled him with warmth. His. They were now his, his pack.

"How about we get you guys settled in?" Cora suggested after a moment. "There was talk about showers and food. I'll show you an empty room, Stiles, and you two can shower and unpack while we organize some food."

Stiles gave a sharp nod. "That sounds perfect."

/break\

Before he had left Beacon Hills for good, he had done four things. He'd hugged his dads, very tight and very long with many manly tears being shed. He'd gone to the cemetery and visited the graves of his mother and Allison, leaving flowers (he also went to the Hale mausoleum and left flowers there too, he always did when visiting the cemetery). He'd gone to Scott and said his final goodbye to his best friend, officially leaving the pack (there was pain in Scott's eyes but also understanding. They both knew they weren't what they used to be). And he'd gone to his trusted tattoo parlor to get one last tattoo in Beacon Hills.

Their first night as members of the Hale Pack, Lydia and Stiles got treated to an obscene amount of pizza (Stiles had tipped the delivery guy fifty bucks for the hard work of carrying thirty pizzas. He took the money out of Peter's wallet though, so there was that). After, the pack had cuddled up in the very cozy den for a pack pile. That was something Stiles had desperately longed for. The McCall Pack never really did that, Scott still fought too much against his own wolfly instincts. Stiles fell asleep with his head on Boyd's chest, his arms around Isaac and Erica spooning him from behind and he had slept better than in months.

The pack was more than enthusiastic to show him around – Lydia had already gotten various tours during her regular stays, but she was more than happy to play additional tour-guide for Stiles and they both enjoyed the bonding experience with their new pack.

They'd been in London for about a week now and Stiles felt... at home. He'd missed them all so much. When he walked out of his room – his room – and downstairs, he found Boyd and Erica snuggled together on the couch, Erica curled together on her mate's chest, napping instead of fully waking up, denying the day its claim on her just yet. Boyd was running his fingers through her hair, gentle and loving and looking fully content just staring at his sleepy mate.

Isaac sat curled together on the arm-chair next to them, a bowl of cereal on his lap that was most likely 95% sugar, while he watched some cartoon. The beta turned toward Stiles to smile and nod at him in greeting when he noticed.

Reaching the kitchen made Stiles smile. While the pack had an actual chores wheel and was very much behind everyone doing their share, it was apparently mostly Derek who cooked. Stepping up to the Alpha, Stiles brushed his arm against Derek's before taking over the pancakes, since Derek seemed busy with the scrambled eggs. Cooking for a pack of hungry wolves was no small feat.

"You don't have to help," Derek mumbled, eyeing him. "I'm fine here."

"As much as I enjoy being spoiled by your cooking, and I totally am, I'm also used to being the only one who does the cooking," Stiles offered a grin. "So, unless you actually mind, I'd like to help."

A grunt. The affirmative, soft kind. Stiles had missed being able to dissect Derek's grunts and growls and his eyebrows. The grunts and growls translated into phone-calls but the eyebrow language, now that he hadn't gotten to watch in far too long.

"What are you going to do now?" Derek asked after a stretch of companionable silence. "You're not meant to just sit around and do nothing. I think you may actually implode."

"First of all, rude," Stiles huffed and hip-checked Derek with a mild glare. "Second of all... true. I... Honestly, I don't know. I'm not ready for college yet, as much as I love learning, I really do think that I need some... time to myself. Also to get used to this place. I want to learn everything about London, its supernatural history and present. Meet all the local packs and Emissaries, I'm dying to know if there's another Spark in London."

"There is," Derek offered. "The Haynes Pack's Emissary, Marge Cotton, is the Spark of London."

Stiles perked up, visibly so. He'd never actually met another Spark, since they were pretty rare nowadays. Magic users, inherently linked to nature, fueled by it. Usually tied to the land. He'd gotten his magic from the Nemeton of Beacon Hills and he would forever be the Spark of Beacon Hills. But then, to him, Derek would forever be the Alpha of Beacon Hills, so he supposed it was okay if they lived in London for now. One day, they would return home. Together.

"What's for breakfast? O—Oh, is Stiles making pancakes?" Erica asked, sniffing the air.

"How could you possibly know that I'm making the pancakes."

"Cinnamon," Isaac, Boyd and Erica all replied right away.

"You put a dash of cinnamon into the batter, it's a distinct smell," added Jackson gruffly.

He looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep once again (him and Lydia were… very busy catching up). Once he reached Stiles, he gently nuzzled against him. Scent-marking. It was ridiculous how much Stiles enjoyed that, enjoyed the casual comfort and touch between the pack.

"How about you guys do something too? Lazy puppies. Set the table, squeeze some oranges, I want fresh juice to go with those pancakes. Shoo. Be useful."

Peter came next, making a beeline to the coffee maker. Which suited Stiles just fine, honestly, in this household, Peter was the only one who seemed to know how to actually use that. Whatever Erica did with it was absolutely not coffee. Isaac only drank hot chocolate. Jackson preferred going out to buy coffee in coffee shops. Boyd only drank tea. And the Hale siblings? Stiles was pretty sure they would drink the most bitter brew possible without flinching. Heathens, the lot of them.

As Derek and Stiles finished up breakfast, the kitchen got much more lively. So much bumping into each other as everyone tried to put one more thing onto the table – milk was missing, where was the butter, there needed to be jam had anyone seen the strawberry jam, why was there no syrup? That last one was what got Stiles, in the end. Erica bumped into him on her way to get the bacon, causing him to stumble back into Isaac, who elbowed Jackson, who lost his balance and spilled the syrup all over Stiles. All Stiles could do was blink and stare down at himself, dripping maple syrup everywhere, before he started laughing. Okay, yeah, he had missed this. This sense of family.

"I am going to get changed, I guess."

"You are going to drip syrup all over the floor," Peter gave him a look of disdain.

"He's right," Lydia's face matched Peter's. "Just, take your shirt off and put it in the sink for now, rinse it out in there later."

Stiles grunted his confirmation. That was a better idea than leaving a trail of syrup all over the place. Turning his back on the pack so he was facing the sink, he pulled his shirt off and put it in. Gasps and growls of varying degrees sounded behind him and oh. Right.

"Stiles-" Derek's voice never sounded more wrecked and Stiles didn't know what to do with that.

"Ri—ight," Stiles cleared his throat, rubbing his neck.

"Why would you get that as a tattoo," Cora asked startled.

Stiles braced himself against the sink. Knowing their eyes were on his back tattoo, on the large black fox sitting on it, staring at them right now. He frowned as he considered how to explain it.

"As a physical reminder of what I overcame," Stiles offered after a long silence. "This wasn't like a physical attack that I carried a scar from. It just… Sometimes, in the happy and carefree moments, it nearly feels like it never happened and that frightens me. I needed… I needed a physical reminder that it did happen, and that I survived. That I was stronger than him."

Silence again, but this one loaded with emotions. He could feel it through the pack-bonds. Not pity, but compassion and understanding – maybe not understanding in the sense that they could relate, but that they understood why he needed it. Stiles heaved a sigh.

"Never took you for someone to get a tattoo, at all," Isaac offered softly, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah," Stiles' voice was a little shaky while he started scrubbing at his shirt. "The first one I got like three months after… after the possession. It's on my wrist. Just… a sentence. To remind me that I'm awake. That this is real. Because finger counting wasn't working and I wasn't always around posters or books… It helped. Helps, still. That I can look at my wrist and read words, know that I am awake because I can read them."

And silence again. He could feel pain through the pack-bonds. Pain on his behalf. Not pity, but sorrow. Frowning, he scrubbed a little harder, not ready to face them to see the looks on their faces.

"I have two more," Stiles offered, because why not. "I got a silver arrow, with the Argent family motto that Allison came up with. Actually, Chris and I got matching tattoos of that."

The compassion and sadness through the bonds was getting suffocating and yet he appreciated it too because they weren't judging him. They knew that this was part of his healing process and they respected that, even if they couldn't relate to it themselves.

"You said four," Lydia spoke up after a moment and he could hear the frown. "I knew about those three. But only those. When did you get a fourth tattoo, Stiles."

Ah. Stiles grinned to himself as he turned around. "Not long before we left Beacon Hills. I figured, the others are all… tied to the past. It's time to look into the future."

Stiles actually startled a little when Derek growled, eyes flashing red. It put a flush on Stiles' cheeks. When he blinked, Derek was all of a sudden right in front of him. Stiles swallowed hard, because Derek was only a breath away and a large hand curled around Stiles' hip, just on top of the triskelion settled on his hip-bone. His heart jumped at the touch, the warmth.

"Mine," Derek whispered, yet that whisper was so forceful it vibrated in Stiles' heart.

A crooked, pleased grin spread over Stiles' lips as he tilted his head and rested a hand atop Derek's. "So, you finally ready to talk about the fact that I'm your mate, then?"

Startled gasps. Not because this was new information to them. Werewolves could smell mate-bonds on mated pairs, Stiles knew that. There was no way the pack didn't know. Derek was staring at him with wide, near fearful eyes, before backing off. A disappointed sigh escaped Stiles at that.

"C'mon, Sourwolf," Stiles' voice had a pleading edge. "I followed you all the way to England. I'm done waiting for you to figure out how to use your words."

"How…" Derek swallowed hard. "How did you figure it out, I…"

"Was being super obvious in your pining?" Stiles raised both eyebrows. "But also, like… I'm magic. I am a supernatural creature too. I can feel the mate-bond myself. Has… that not occurred to you? That me not being human might mean I might also feel the bond?"

Derek flushed at the pining comment, which looked too cute on the Alpha. But, seriously. Derek had gone from wanting to rip Stiles' throat out every time Stiles opened his mouth to being unbearably patient with Stiles even during stressful situations. They'd saved each other's lives so often. It had hurt, at first, when Derek had left, but Stiles also understood why the Hales wanted to leave Beacon Hills behind. Part of him just wished Derek had asked him to come with them. Yet another part of him was grateful Derek hadn't, because Stiles genuinely didn't know how he could have chosen between his mate and his dad. Now, he didn't have to choose anymore. Taking a step toward Derek, Stiles grabbed the Alpha's hand, pulling him closer.

"I get it," Stiles spoke softly. "We were stumbling from one disaster into the next, trauma after trauma, there was never really… time. But now there is. I'm here, you're here. I want…"

Stiles paused, suddenly feeling breathless with the force of emotions he was experiencing. "I want to be happy. I want to live and move on and I want to do all of that with you, Derek."

Lifting his free hand, he rested it on Derek's cheek, gently. The Alpha nuzzled into it, closing his eyes. Leaning in, feeling bolt, Stiles pressed a fleeting kiss against Derek's lips.

"I love you, Sourwolf," Stiles whispered. "And I'm done stepping back, letting my own life and the things I want take a backseat to what others may need or want from me. I want. I want you."

He spoke with all the love and passion he felt for the Alpha and he pushed as much of it through their bond. Bonds. The pack-bond, vibrating warm and gentle next to their mate-bond, a strong, thick tendril of sparkly red that pulsed with want and need, carnal and primal and infinite.

"I'm yours, Derek," Stiles bared his neck to the Alpha. "I'm your pack. I'm your mate. I'll be your Emissary, if you'll have me. I'll be anything you'll take. Please."

"You're everything, Stiles," Derek sounded near desperate, looking at Stiles with gentle eyes. "You're my everything. I always just… It was never the right time. It always felt like it would be unfair to tell you. Make you choose between me and Scott, between my pack and his, between here and Beacon Hills, between… us, and staying with your dad."

"Yeah, but… now I'm here. And I'm yours. And you're mine."

And it was that last word, spoken with all the possessiveness Stiles felt, that finally tipped Derek over into leaning down and kissing him fiercely and passionately. It would have been the perfect first kiss if Jackson wasn't making gagging noises in the background while Erica cheered and Boyd and Isaac argued about who owed whom money. But then that maybe made it even more perfect.

~*~ The End ~*~

#Sterek #Teen Wolf #Sterek Fic #Phoe's Fics #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #Fic: London Calling #Stiles Summer Stories 2024

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beautifulstarsbeastars · 11 months ago

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Why I Don’t Like Juno

⚠️Please note that this is my personal opinion on Juno as a character and how I think she could have been handled differently. This is not an attack on anyone who loves Juno or ships her with other characters in any way shape or form! ⚠️

Feel free to ignore me if you’d like! 😅

Firstly, Juno doesn’t contribute to the plot of Beastars in any meaningful way. Yeah she’s in the Meteor festival dance and all but she’s not involved in saving Haru, fighting Riz, capturing Melon or the Turf War. All she does is try to get Louis to come back (which he doesn’t) and lets Legoshi look into her mouth (which I just don’t get because couldn’t Legoshi just google that kind of info?).

I also don’t understand the whole relationship she has with Louis. She first had a crush on Legoshi but when that didn’t turn into anything she just starts liking Louis?

They never really have much meaningful interaction and when they do I can’t tell if Louis actually likes her or if he just likes hanging out and talking to her as a friend. I mean they did kiss and all but, since we don’t really see them often enough or how their relationship went from sort of rivals, to friends, to romance, it never feels genuine or like real love.

Finally and most annoying to me is that Juno basically has no personality other than what she wants (to be the beastar, be with Legoshi, be friends dad with Louis). We know she has friends and hangs out with them outside of Cherryton, that she felt segregation between herbivores and carnivores wasn’t a bad thing, and that she joined the Drama Club but we know nothing about her home life, her interests outside of all that, why and how she got into Drama Club, etc.

Again, my opinion and all, but I think we can all agree any character needs a motivation for what they do and what they want in the story:

Why does Juno want to be the beastar in the beginning?

What are her struggles and how does she deal with them?

Why was she neutral about the whole separation of herbivore and carnivore students?

What is her relationship like with her family and what her home life is like?

Why was it so important for her to be in a relationship with a guy (first Legoshi, a grey wolf, and then Louis)?

No, even better! What made Juno change her mind about being in a relationship with a carnivore and being open to a relationship with an herbivore?

What are the circumstances of her life that lead her to being scouted for the Drama Club in the first place?

There may be answers to some of these questions but Juno is not seen enough to elaborate on them or to make them memorable for her character.

Now! Juno is shown to be bold and strong when she wants to be. We saw that when she pinned Louis to the ground to get her point about wanting to be the beastar across (and about her wanting Legoshi too I guess) but that’s the only time we really see that.

She’s also shown to be very outspoken and not afraid to speak her mind when angry (confronting Haru, confronting Legoshi, demanding the Shishigumi to let her see Louis) and that she was bullied in middle school but these things still lead nowhere or are not expanded on in other scenes with her.

To sum this up, Juno is yet another Beastars character who didn’t have enough time for her to grow as a character and because of that she wastes time when she does show up as she never contributes to the plot and has virtually no personality. This would have been avoided or helped if Paru had A) given her more time, included her in major plot points, and let her grow and contribute when it most made sense, or B) just let her graduate to a side character and let Haru stay relevant at season 2.

If there was a scale of character and plot contribution of non-main characters in Beastars, it would go something like this:

1) Jack (Legoshi’s best friend, their friendship is genuine and Jack contributes to the plot by showing us more of who Legoshi is and motivating him)

2) Kyuu (has a personality and character despite not being used to her full potential, contributes to the plot by getting the Shishigumi out of the Turf War and joining them to get Louis, sort of trains Legoshi too even if Gouhin would have been a better pick)

3) Juno (doesn’t contribute to the plot and has very limited personality, goals, and development as a character)

Also, enough of Jack and Kyuu as characters has been shown for us to easily idea and picture them having their own stories and adventures outside of the main plot of Beastars. Juno is just barely shown but not enough to see her being her own character (due to knowing nothing about her but this does also make her a blank canvas for fanfic writers so make of that what you will I guess).

One more thing! Juno is, what 15-16 years old? She could have been the most normal teenage character in the series (like how does an average teen exist in the world of Beastars?).

Feel free to share your own thoughts if you want to but please be respectful! This is a discussion not a debate! 😅

#beastars #juno beastars #beastars juno #beastars manga #beastars anime #beastars thoughts #Beastars ramblings #I will shut up now lol

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des2dream · 3 months ago

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Hey, Winx Club Fans....💙✨

Were you a huge fan of the series in its Golden Years from Seasons 1-4? Were you disappointed in the direction the series took from Seasons 5-8? Were you okay with the later seasons, but wished there was something more? Do you wish the characters were expanded more? Well, have no fear because your wishes have been granted....in a way! I came across Thomas Vaccaro or Unicorn of War's Winx Club rewrite of Season 5 & 6 and it's been very entertaining! Season 5's rewrite decides to make some extreme changes by having The Winx stay guardian fairies & teachers/teaching assistants at Alfea since they canonically graduated, having Roxy be their pupil plus 7th member in the group, making Princess Krystal of Linphea more of an antagonist, using more Enchantix & Believix power (with added in Zoomix wings), only having Sirenix as the main transformation this season, and there's even some changes done for our villains too. While Tritanus is still a constant threat alongside The Trix, this season's rewrite is split into two different MAJOR threats! The first half of the season involves The Ancestral Witches while the second half deals with Politea. Each of The Winx have their moments to shine as they're faced with new challenges and new powers. To those who are interested, here's Part 1 of the 2-part Season 5 rewrite:

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To those who still aren't convinced, there's a ton of fun material put into Season 6's rewrite! While there are plotlines and continuity that came from the Season 5 rewrite, we still focus on what Season 6 had to offer. The wannabe witch Selina, Fairy Godmother Eldora, the villainous Acheron, and the power of The Legendarium! This time, The Trix aren't interested in being sidekicks to a greater evil anymore so they plan on making their own coven of powerful beings. In doing so, Selina offers to let them take her under their wings so she can use The Legendarium for her and Acheron's gain. Meanwhile, The Winx (especially Bloom) are now in a spot where they're drifting apart leaving them with having to reconstruct their friendship while also having to save the day once more with new powers such as Mythix and Ardorix (yes, Bloomix has been renamed Ardorix for this rewrite). Selina's use of The Legendarium brings out original threats like The Rose King, The Silent Phantom, & The Dark Sirens, but there's also a few returning threats like The Wizards of the Black Circle and Lord Darkar. Thankfully, this season's rewrite gives us some friendly familiar faces like The Pixies, Buddy the Dragon, Princess Galatea, & companions from Cloud Tower. This season's rewrite really uses the concept of the 10th year anniversary to take in nostalgic elements and expand on them. We have the return of previous transformations again, we have the return of Dark Bloom, we have the return of Chimera from Season 3, we have another Hallowinx episode, we have Professor Avalon getting more involved since Season 2, we have Princess Diaspro turning a new leaf (it was noticed before in Season 5's rewrite), we get to know more about Stella's lunar side of the family, & we even get proper yet slightly unofficial backstory on The Trix! The Winx Club are also faced with their own dilemmas in their relationships that they'll have to conquer. If you're still not interested, at least look at these Mythix redesigns made by @teawinx or Tixel Mcquade because they are GORGEOUS! They follow this traditional fairy aesthetic with their magic wands made of their Charmix pins! Here is Episode 1 of the 30-episode Season 6 rewrite:

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Personally, I really have to thank Thomas and his team who participated in these projects because they really did fill this hole that I felt regarding my feelings to how the series went after its golden years. The rewrites are so fun to listen to and they're so amazingly well-written. It's so good that I wish it was actually canon! If only...in a different universe. It's a lot to listen to, but I hope you get a lot of enjoyment from it just as I did.

#winx club rewrite #winx club season 5 #winx club season 6 #sirenix #bloomix #mythix #unicorn of war #Youtube #winx club

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llostwriter · 1 year ago

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系统错误 | SVSSS Fanfic

CHAPTER 1

Yuhong, a typical daytime female who had just graduated from college, boarded the bus as usual after visiting her friend's home. She looked through her phones as she searched for anything to do to pass the time. Novels. She wasn't a huge admirer of novels, but she also didn't consider herself to be a hater; she only read them because they were fascinating. The protagonist of the book "Proud Immortal Demon Way" is a young male pupil who killed his Shifu as a result of ongoing harassment and hostility. After Shen Qingqiu's passing, the majority of the novel was just plain pornographic with no discernible plot, which made Yuhong lose interest in the book.

Yuhong doesn't seem to have been the only one who was unhappy with it, as numerous more complaints were posted in the main comment section.

Luo Binghe had the option of choosing to be happier without the urge to exact retribution, but resentment and anger dominated his thoughts. He ultimately turned out to be no better than the monster he had previously battled. That's why it has a "abused becomes the abuser" vibe. Shen Qingqiu doesn't show Luo Binghe the affection he craves; instead, he is met with hostility and glares. Perhaps this is why he had so many affairs. That, however, does not justify his nasty behavior.

Shen Qingqiu wasn't deserving of being turned into a human stick and placed inside a pickle jar. Or maybe he did. Everyone has a different way of looking at the scenario, and some people believe that Shen Qingqiu's difficult upbringing should not be used as an explanation for his mistreatment of Luo Binghe. Others could choose to remain impartial because they think that both sides have committed sins. Others would counter that Shen Qingqiu was just jealous of Luo Binghe because the latter had a happy childhood while the former did not, as opposed to the main character.

Shen Qingqiu was initially only known to Yuhong as the villain, a cold-hearted Shifu, and as someone whose death was merited for torturing Luo Binghe. There is no history at all. Why would Shen Qingqiu abuse Luo Binghe in that way? Perhaps Shen Qingqiu was simply looking for someone to use as a punching bag for all of his issues, and Luo Binghe was the one he ultimately settled on?

Before moving on with her thoughts, Yuhong scowled at the idea.

The novel centers on Shen Yuan, a misfortune guy who was reincarnated into the body of Shen Qingqiu, otherwise known as the antagonist of the original book, in "The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System," an alternate version of the book with more plot than "Proud Immortal Demon Way". It provides further Shen Qingqiu background information.

Shen Jiu never experienced his own happy ending, as the saying goes.

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Yuhong was startled awake when she felt something, or more precisely someone, pulling on her arm. She was unable to recall anything that occurred after getting on the bus, and the ringing in her ears wasn't exactly helping either. She tries to open her eyes, but it takes her a few tries before she is able to see a hazy dark figure and an unfamiliar setting. As her sights grew clearer, she was able to make out a long, silky brown haired woman with lovely gray eyes that had a mixture of innocence and worry in them. She is no longer in the bus; instead, she is in a medium-sized room that is furnished with items that resemble those in manga, where the historical period is set in ancient China. She was lying on what seemed like a western four-poster bed.

"Ah, A-Ji! Finally, you're awake."

Yuhong offers the other woman a bewildered expression in response to the strange nickname she was given. She doesn't recall ever meeting the woman, yet the woman calls her with a familiarity that suggests they have been friends for a long time.

"Sorry, ma'am but I think you confused-"

Her surroundings were still, and the other female was standing still. She was somewhat startled as a blue screen suddenly appeared in front of her before she turned to face the screen.

【ƦᴇᴀᴅᴇƦ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛƦᴀɴsᴘᴏƦᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ "ᴘƦᴏᴜᴅ ꞮᴍᴍᴏƦᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀʏ", ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛɪɴɢ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ's ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴅᴏᴇs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ's ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ】

<<< ʏᴇs>>> ᴏʀ <<<ɴᴏ>>>

ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

Yuhong tapped on the 'ʏᴇs' selection, with just one tap the words in the screen quickly changed.

【xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ, ᴀ sʜɪᴊɪᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ-ᴄᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇsᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀʙs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ xɪʏɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, xɪʏɪɴ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ. xɪʏɪɴ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴғᴏrᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴡᴇʀ, xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀ𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥sᴋɪʟʟs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇs. sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ】

Yuhong was able to determine the name of the other female and her present body using the information the machine had provided. She was awakened and welcomed by a woman named Xiyin when she first entered the world of this tale.

"Why was Xuan Ji killed by Luo Binghe?" Yuhong enquired with the system in the hopes that it might provide her with some additional context.

【sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ xuan ᴊɪ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ǫɪɴɢ ᴊɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴄᴄᴇssғᴜʟʟʏ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏғғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜᴀʟɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ǫɪɴɢ ᴊɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 𝟸 ᴀɴᴅ 𝟷/𝟸 ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ. xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ-ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴢᴇ ʜᴀʀsʜʟʏ ᴏɴ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ. xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ, ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ-ᴏᴜᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ】

This simply serves to highlight how vicious and evil the actual Luo Binghe truly is! Just when Yuhong had a chance to settle down, become friends with the book's characters, and spend the rest of her days as a minor figure she had no idea even existed in the story. But since she couldn't recall how she died, she had to be reincarnated. Wait, does it even count as reincarnation? She must now live out the remainder of her days as Xuan Ji before dying at the hands of the main character, Luo Binghe. Oh wait, perhaps she could be more considerate toward Luo Binghe than the actual Xuan Ji, and one can only hope that Luo Binghe will remember her generosity and spare her life.

It as if the system could read her mind, the system immediately changed the word on the screen.

【ᴜsᴇʀ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴏʀ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ. ɪғ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ】

Terminated as in completely gone from existence? That seems like a bit of an overkill. For Yuhong, being slain is one thing, but having her existence completely obliterated... wouldn't that imply that her soul couldn't experience another reincarnation?

【ɪғ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏɢs ᴏғ ᴜsᴇʀ's ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇssᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss ғɪɴɪsʜᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ's sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ғɪɴᴀʟ】

Being too kind is therefore not an option. Yuhong let out a frustrated sigh that had a whiff of annoyance. She was not having any fun at all, and it was clear that the system was making things tougher than they needed to be.

"Wait, Xuan Ji is already a disciple of Qing Jing Peak?"

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇʀ's ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ: ɴᴏ, xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ ɪs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 𝟻 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ】

"Can I just avoid meeting Shen Qingqiu?"

Yuhong only needs to stay away from the setting of the plot and Shen Qingqiu in order to avoid seeing Luo Binghe, and if she did, she wouldn't be recommended for the disciple selection ceremony.

【ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ】

What kind of slow internet connection system is this based on to not even generate an answer for that???

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴇʀᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs】

"A stream of other systems? So aren' t the only system around? Also I would gladly appreciated if you don't read my mind without my permission", Yuhong knew arguing with the system wouldn't work, but the fact that her every single thought is being monitored is basically a invasion of her privacy.

【ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜsᴇʀ's ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ】

"Not been generated...you got to be kidding me right now!"

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ. sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ. sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ】

The blue screen vanished, leaving a frustrated Yuhong alone with her thoughts.

Clearly ignoring her inquiries, the system then abandoned her and left her to fend for herself. You crappy system, damn you!

She turned to check and noticed that the pause mode was still active.

"System, hey! You neglected to press the unpause button", the system stopped showing up, Yuhong yelled at nothing. She would be thought to be nuts for shouting at the air, if the environment weren't in pause mode.

Maybe she infuriated the system? Oh no, despite Shen Yuan cursing the system repeatedly, it continued to function. Therefore, it is implausible that the system actually abandoned her and put her surroundings on indefinite hold. Right??? Yeah, she wouldn't have to worry about being killed by Luo Binghe, which would seem good, but she doesn't want to live out the rest of her new life in a paused world!

【ᴜsᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs sɪᴅᴇ-ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ. ᴜsᴇʀ's ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ, ᴜsᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ】

Oh, thanks god...

Yuhong seems to have worried needlessly. She took a look around and saw that, as the system had predicted, there was a long, rectangular bronze mirror with lovely swirling curves on its sides. A beautiful woman with a slim build and dark black hair is reflected in the mirror. She is dressed in soft white fabric that suggests a clothing for a feminine cultivator.

She encircled a lengthy strand of hair with her thin finger. She was met with a long strand of black hair instead of her customary medium length straight brown hair. The hair was plainly considerably longer than Yuhong's typical hair length and had wavy ends without any broken ends. And finally she turned her gaze to the crimson eyes in the mirror. She noticed something dark near the wooden table in the backdrop out of the corner of her eye. Before moving toward it, she turned around with a her current body, spotting it was a black blindfold...

#the scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #female reader #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #proud immortal demon way #pidw #svsss #mxtx svsss #SVSSS x Reader #The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System X Reader

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your-local-uwu-artist · 1 year ago

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sharing ocs <3

i've shared kaiya before but anyway: some of this is a wip because this is essentially me revamping older ocs and I'm still reworking their stories

for example originally their magical girl mascots were little like orbs inspired by hanko-kun's haku-joudai but now they resemble teru-bozu

mini infodumps from left to right + design notes!

so basically their (yet to be named) story is a combo between a mahou shojo and an unidentified supernatural ... drama? Theres a few main parts: reincarnation exists in the world, the hometown/setting is called 'yureikikyo"(subject to change) and is home to a lot of graveyards and ghost stories. The magical girl characters are those that can see and communicate with ghosts and spirits. Their job as magical girls is to help keep spirits in check, moniter the balance between the two planes of existence, and help reincarnate souls that are stuck. Theres a bit more to it (like this weird side story thing that can be interpreted a number of ways, but is essentially a different story with different characters that are parrellls to the main ones)

kaiya!

the protag, I've shared her here before but anyway. Her color is pink, her symbol is an x and her bonus motifs are spiders and music

she's a new magical girl and is struggling with how the ghost world which was previously hers and hers alone being interrupted by the magical girl world. she spent a long time putting herself on a pedestal and socially isolating herself so the revelation that shes not alone challenges her worldview. shes sorta a jerk, but in a 'angsty teenager that is going through it and can get better' kinda way. She's depicted as cold-hearted, closed off and cruelly selfish with her peers. but as kind, cheerful, and caring when with spirits and ghosts. while she'd never admit it, most of her actions stems from anger against the universe. This anger fuelled source ends up hurting her as a magical girl

in the side story the character "Merci" resembles Kaiya. Who I'm not even sure how to begin to describe, she is one of a duo of characters who's premise is just 'a relationship so fucked up, like just manipulation and general horribleness from both sides'

Suika!

my beloved<3 she's the senpai magical girl, her color is green, her symbol is an upside down heart and her additional motif is skeletons and being hella attractive more traditional magical girl aesthetics like ribbons, pigtails, and hearts

She's also the adult of the group, I had to make up an imaginary school program thing so I could have her be graduated but draw her in the cute uniform, (basically I'm thinking being a small isolated town they only have a community college, so the post-graduation highschool program essentially provides students with additional resources for a higher education in exchange for assistance and work at the school)

suika's been a magical girl for a long time, shes at times can be a strict mentor. Shes pretty hard on Kaiya sense she sees her younger self in her and desperately wants to prevent her from downfall. she presents herself and is presented as close to perfect, disciplined, strong, responsible, and compassionate. But she struggles alot with her identity being built on her magicalgirlhood, and has a habbit of projecting on others and vise versa.

Joyuu!

the second oldest! his color is blue, her symbol a triangle and her bonus motifs are bats and flowers. Joyuu is a misfit that doesn't try to change that. She works at one of the local cemeteries and is softspoken and poetic. Their roles one of the ones thats changed most from the original so I'm still working it out. but bassically she willingly is sharing a body with a ghost. She's not as disciplinary, strict and mentor-y as suika, but unlike suika whos values are prone to falling apart with her emotions. Joyuu is very resolved. Their also transfem and nonbinary, (she/they/he) but the ghost he shares a body with uses they/it pronouns

joyuu is very reserved as a magical girl, she does her job well but unlike suika who really plays up the magical girl warrior aesthetic, Joyuu lacks these monologues of grandeur, their a lot more down to earth and logic based in their ideals as a magical girl. seeing it as a job where as suika really takes on the idea of this destiny of responsibility and heroics

koko

koko is the youngest, sorta too young. She's the tag-along little sister. (her 'first draft' actually was suika's younger sister) her color is purple, her shape a clover or flower if you prefer, and her motifs are black cats and kids drawings/arts and crafts) she's struggling with growing into her own person with her various role-models having such vastly different outlooks. she's sorta a mediator and provides a nuetrual perspective on things. all the characters are trying to preserve her childhood, while koko feels like her childhood isn't over yet

she's the least developed both in universe and out of universe: hopefully brainrot will hit so that can change tho

#kyukyudraws #yumehocshi #kaiya tag #suika tag #joyuu tag #koko tag #character design

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cairoamaya · 1 month ago

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“SOMEONE LIKE ME CAN BE A REAL NIGHTMARE - COMPLETELY AWARE”

INTRODUCING…

NAME: Cairo Adrianne Amaya

GENDER & PREFERRED PRONOUNS: Cis woman {She/Her}

AGE: 22

BIRTHDAY: October 13, 2002

ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Scorpio Moon, Virgo Rising

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

FACE CLAIM: Jenna Ortega

LABEL: The Hurricane

OCCUPATION: Educator @ Interactive Museology / Vinyl Specialist @ Main Street Records / Grad Student (Archaeology and Occult Science)

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Downtown Windsor Bay

LENGTH IN TOWN: 5 years

CHARACTER PLAYLIST: HERE.

UP NEXT: “NIGHTMARE” BY HALSEY

BIOGRAPHY:

Born in Cairo, Egypt, the girl was named after her parents' greatest adventure together and life long work. She was fortunate to be the daughter of two archaeologists. Not only due to her curiosity gene and brains to match, but because she never settled in one place for too long. Traveling the world was one thing she loved about her parents' job.She could be a lot of things, but never not well-traveled.

It was through traveling that she took an interest in history even at a young age. Well, that and her parents' jobs. But also due to the traveling, she never went to a conventional public school. She was homeschooled her whole life, up until she begged her parents to allow her to go for high school. Which, only lasted her Freshman year due to her parents getting an opportunity in Machu Picchu.

Cairo was always fascinated by magic and the occult. She's actually assisted her parents with artifact identification because of her self-research. Cairo and her family found their way to Windsor Bay due to the town being the hometown of her father. They wanted to settle down so that Cairo can attend college. What Cairo wasn't expecting was her mother retiring and her father becoming a professor. Finally the Amayas are planting roots. Cairo is both excited about it, yet now wrestles with a inner restlessness to leave.

Currently, Cairo is working on her graduate degree in Archaeology with a specification in Occult Science through an Anthropology lens. She is super excited to have her own adventures one day, even if she's stuck in her apartment in Windsor Bay for a couple more years before that could happen.

EXTRA-EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT HER!

Wise beyond her years, Cairo was sort of a grown up ever since she was a little kid. It was due to the fact that she was just mature for her age and experienced life so differently than the normal child. To this day, there is a wise otherness about Cairo that makes her seem somewhat intangible in a mysterious vein. Quiet and to-herself is only one side of the coin. On the other, she can be pretty fierce and somewhat of a spitfire. Never knowing what side of her one's gonna get, people tend to walk on egg shells around her from time to time. Cairo has a nasty habit of smoking. It's something she picked up her freshman year and never got over. She fully believes it helps numb her, so she continues to do it every so often. Having a love for the strange and unusual, Cairo has her own podcast where she discusses the occult, dissects film, and critics music. It's her niche little thing that not many know about, and she'd like to keep it that way. Prone to sarcasm, Cairo struggles with biting her tongue. It's honestly her intellect's fault and it's a reason she keeps people at an arm's distance away at all costs. She knows she can be brutal, but also she's just used to leaving so abruptly that she doesn't see the point in getting close to people. Having been in Windsor Bay for 5 years now, this is changing slowly but surely as she continues to work on connections. Cairo is pretty morbid with her humor and loves dark fantasies and other tales you can find her reading or watching in film. She loves deep talks and also the fun 3AM conspiracy talks. Definitely someone you'd want to be in your blunt rotation.

PERSONALITY:

+ Adroit, Dauntless, and Creative

- Morbid, Sarcastic, and Flighty

#windsorbayintro

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fragileizywriting · 6 months ago

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watched a recap of a romance erotica book called twisted love and i'd never heard of it up until like yesterday when i watched the video bc i have no idea what's going on in the tik tok world as well as the book world because i'm very bad at doing my hobbies. anyway, jesus christ what a wreck of a book. i can fix this. i can make a better adaption. i can write this story but better.

HERES HOW WE CAN STILL WIN, (felinette version woohoo o/ !!)

marinette, our main character, is a college student going for fashion design in paris at the age of 25. she's bright and bubbly and cheery, who works very hard at school and part-times at her parents bakery. she has a boyfriend— well, had a boyfriend— adrien agreste, known socialite, who had spoken wax of poetry over and over and over about how much he loved her, telling her that as a graduation present he'd buy her a boutique, an apartment, a car...... he decides to ghost everyone in his life after a breakdown, seemingly moving out of the city, for reasons that i haven't figured out just yet. i just need him to kick himself out of this city.

marinette, of course, is heartbroken. this sucks. she's grieving so hard.

enter felix, adrien's identical twin brother who has nothing to do with this, barely existed in her life up until now, but is attempting to snatch his brother right back from whatever dumb, impulsive ridiculous thing he did— adrien had a girlfriend, a solid apartment, a solid life, adrien had mentioned that he was so close to asking marinette to marry him...— finally knocks on marinette's door one afternoon. identical twin yet marinette has barely talked to him; the man's busier than anyone should be reasonably allowed to be, and isn't much of a sunshine as adrien is. i will routinely mention in this book that the light in marinette's livingroom/dining room makes felix's hair look whispy and nearly white against adrien's sure-fire sun-like flare of hair. even though felix's eyes are green just like adrien's, they're somber, and almost bluish at times.

marinette, obviously, wants nothing to do with felix.

"please leave," she tells him, because she's tired and lonely and is craving yet another box of icecream she keeps in the freezer for— well, moments like these, really. apparently. she's going to cry herself asleep for the fourth week in a row. girlboss behavior. "i kind of don't want to deal with your entire family right now."

"i understand," felix says, and he doesn't look all that convincing, because the man is standing there, awkwardly, hands fisted at his sides trying to figure out how to speak to her in a way that implies more than 'i've only ever seen you for a few hours every christmas when adrien invites family over and i'm the only family he has because our parents are all levels of fucked up and we don't really need to talk about this in depth right now'. and then, as a garnish, 'i've always been really thankful that adrien miraculously turned out fine from the whole ordeal considering that i had to go to therapy for multiple years, decades, in fact, to deal with our family, and i always thought he was fine everytime i'd see him probably four times a year, but apparently not, at all, and now i'm stuck dealing with his grieving... ex? girlfriend? ex??? and i don't know how to deal with women at all because i am an introvert the size of the moon but i'm really trying, here'. "i just don't think it's best to leave you alone."

"i'm fine," she replies, completely ignorant to his inner monologue. "i can handle myself. i'm an adult, felix."

and yet felix has the audacity to look— kicked, really. "i'm aware."

"could you give me some space?"

"of course." and then, because felix just apparently is all sorts of weird tricks up his business sleeves, blurts out: "not as much as i've always given you, though. right?"

"what do you mean?"

"i don't feel comfortable just leaving you completely on your own." there is an attempt for marinette to refute, to open her mouth and mention that she's still twenty-five, she's an adult, she's not a baby, and felix refutes it with a hand up in the air. "you're grieving because of my brother and i don't like the idea of not doing something about it."

and so, through reasons that i cannot at all comprehend how i will get here but i have to if i want to match (somewhat) the plot ("plot") points of the original book i'm rewriting, felix ends up (temporarily) moving into an apartment next door, for no other reason other than to make marinette feel safer and comfortable. just stick with me. ideally, there would be a plan of some kind here. for now, since this is only a tumblr post, i can just handwave that away. that's not my problem just now.

some of the main fixes i would make sure to change immediately is to change felix from a "ruthless alpha-lone-wolf dog behavior" to "i'm adrien's older brother (they are still twins but felix will routinely mention he's still the oldest born) and i feel a psychological, traumatic need to take care of him because i can't let my younger brother have any trauma from our parents, i refuse, i refuse, and if that means keeping his life together for him while he's gone, i'll do my best" and that means making sure that marinette is, at the very least, fine and not dead. that's a good plan. but as he spends more and more time with marinette, the more he realizes his mistake; he likes her as a friend, likes her a lot more, is impressed at her skills and slowly starts falling in love with her which is honestly very useful.

at some point, i'd have to have them have a solid "i'm not using you to replace him," she cries. "i just— love you." conversation. it's an important one. and a segue to the back half of the book that is just sex.

another thing that i would change from the original story is the ridiculous b plot of dark secrets and betrayal and incidents, because that's not necessary. i could carry this book entirely on sex alone as well as mutual pining. and felix's sad, kittenlike eyes whenever he's upset.

okay i'm done for now i gotta go clean the kitchen. please enjoy this

#speakizys

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johannstutt413 · 3 months ago

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god

I didn't write this; I needed somewhere to write about it beyond the comment section.

If you know Hololive EN, you know that the main character of this fic, Our Protagonist Amelia Watson, has graduated in all but name. Her IP's still part of the company, she might drop in for some project or another, but the real human who we were there for has moved onto New Stuff (unrelated have you seen this jerboa). It's a miraculous thing that we've only seen her and Sana go so far (Fauna's leaving after the new year, admittedly, but still, 3 graduations in 4 years is really good as far as these things go)... but there's still that nagging feeling I get, a sour note in the oboe section of Life's Orchestra, because I know how it is to be working side-by-side with the people you love to share life with and then, for one reason or another, lose that consistent access. It changes things. Changes them a lot.

The step past that is when you've been sharing physical space with people for years and have to give that up for one reason or another. Between my childhood, split between home and a placed that tried so desperately and failed to be one, and my brief stint in the War Machine, I've only recently started living the Single White Male lifestyle, and gawwwwwwd there have been days I've missed having housemates. It's one thing to have space to yourself, but it's another thing to be able to go from that space to a space with people, friends, people you chose specifically to share life with, without having to make An Event of it.

Socializing in-person now is something I have to go out of my way to do, or more accurately someone else goes out of their way to include me in. I miss when that wasn't the case, when we were close enough that we just Did Things together - that's the "sharing life" that I miss. Driving into town with a full car on a Saturday night, walking and talking nonsense before sitting down for a hot sandwich or bowl of ramen (fuck, man, real ramen's so good); sleeping in a common room while a friend cooked food because I'd gotten locked out of my dorm and she'd bought the stuff for khachapuri; DMing an almost entirely improv'd DND session while the world outside us fell apart, and later running another DM through an absolute gauntlet as I kept shredding character sheets on her oh-so-carefully crafted setting because "ooh shiny thing." Watching anime until ungodly hours of the night because it was just that good (jojo's, it was jojo's bizarre adventure, we got through to the final 3rd of part 6 before they left); random gatherings in the common space that turned into meandering conversations about Life and All Things In It; coming home to find Some New Thing someone had gotten and was excited to try out once they got through the five thousand layers of packaging it took to get The Thing out and put together. Thousands of moments like those lost to the draining hourglass and fragmented mind that witnessed them, that didn't know how much they'd mean when they stopped...

What Seaside did here was concentrate all the good of that experience, including the inconsequential yet inevitable imperfections, and gave that to a character I miss quite dearly in a way that feels like a reward or, maybe, a sort of afterlife. "Well done, good and faithful Detective; for your service, forever in the arms of your friends." I've thrown myself into existential crisis thinking (fearing, honestly) what Heaven might be. I hope it's like this.

I've already sent them two separate "god I loved this" messages; read this fic if you have the interest, let it sink into you, wrap around your soul, and if you feel so inclined after, do the same. We writers love when other people leave comments, but if you have no words, there's the ol' standby of kudos. I'm gonna see if I can stop crying and focus on finishing some chapters or smth.

#i guess this is a review?#fanfic #hololive #amelia watson #god i think seaside has written a good half of the fics that have made me cry

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mile15movie · 5 months ago

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Mile 15 is seeking actors and talents!

Ben here! We are looking for actors in south BC (Lower Mainland or Central Kootenay preferred) with availability in June 2025. These are unpaid, non-union roles (because we are a self-funded indie studio). If you see a role that appeals to you, please have a look at the sides linked at the bottom of this post, and send an audition tape via Google Drive or unlisted YouTube video via email to [email protected]. We look forward to hearing from you!

But before that: we are also looking for a musician who can contribute some banjo recordings to the film! No location restrictions. If that sounds like you, and if you can record yourself playing (even with a smartphone would be fine) we'd love to hear from you! It would be a bonus if you're in Vancouver.

Roles open for auditions:

MARTY (main character, mid 20's, presents as male, preferably a tenor voice)

Being named "Most likely to become a pop star" by his high school yearbook committee was perhaps Marty's greatest achievement. However, years after graduation, he hasn't come anywhere close to stardom. He might have the singing voice of an angel, but he also has the attention span of a housefly. As a result, he’s never made anything out of his talent. He's a little "behind" in the grand capitalistic scheme of all things — in his mid 20s and still living with his mother. No job, no driver’s license. His best friend Bill is miles ahead on the road of adulthood, and Marty often takes advantage of this. But somehow, despite everything, Marty is still incredibly optimistic for his future and still has a deep love for everything music-related. So when an opportunity to seek fame and fortune finally appears, Marty eagerly rises to the challenge.

RUSS (supporting character, mid-late-20's, female-presenting)

If Russ Simmons had known how utterly dreadful the professional music industry would be, she would have picked a different career path. But now she has to live with her teenage decisions as a microcelebrity in her mid-20s. Some might say that fame has gotten to her head, but Russ knows better. Even in high school when she was still performing at talent shows, she knew that she cared little for obligations or relationships. Success has only changed her attitude on life slightly; if anything, it has made her even more pessimistic about the world.

THE MANAGER (minor character, any gender or age)

The Manager has been in the music industry for many years. They've seen the best and worst sides of the musicians they represent, and they've watched stars rise and fall. They know what they're doing. They know how to wear their head on straight. Even if it requires stern talking-tos or threatening drunken musicians with their contracts, The Manager will do their best to keep everyone in line.

Link to sides: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BVrkVkR-DkAL8D_6LjY7EcQVFFtR2kB3?usp=sharing

About the production:

Join wannabe pop star Marty and pragmatic best friend Bill on a road trip through unexpected, strange occurrences. Eight years ago, Marty was voted "Most likely to become a pop-star" in his high school yearbook. But he’s yet to become anything even close. In fact, he’s unemployed and without education, still living with his mother. So he’s quick to take the opportunity when an old acquaintance asks for his help on her upcoming music album. He convinces his best friend Bill to drive him to California, and the two pick up three strange hitchhikers along the journey: A mysterious individual named Scab (who might have committed a crime?), a friendly and encouraging musician named Banjo-man Joe, and a glowing young woman who has been dead for nearly thirty years. Each character offers a new experience for Bill and Marty. And ultimately, the two best friends come to the understanding that it really is about the journey, not the destination.

About the studio:

Starless Sky Productions is Ben Macphail, Connor Nyhan, and their friends. Their films celebrate the queer, the weird, and the kick-ass. Their most recent film release, Chicken Surprise, has toured festivals in three countries and won several awards for their unique creative direction and performances with local actors. Starless Sky is based in Victoria and Vancouver, BC, Canada.

#filmmaking #indie film #acting #actors #casting #theatre #theater

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galaxysharks · 2 years ago

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Y'all I sneezed and fell back into this damn alphabet show. I love them, they're all so stupid and perfect. They're so friend shaped.

Season 4 Wishes/thoughts:

Carlos lead in something. Just to round things out. Maybe he can fill in for Ryan, assuming the original boy graduated.

Maddox and Jet transfer to East. I like the theory that they went to North before. Maddox was clearly comfortable with a bit of a higher production grade than high schools usually get, which would explain North having fantastic set and costumes. Jet wasn't back into theater yet, and Maddox doesn't act, so we wouldn't have seen them yet. Jet got expelled, possibly related to Maddie, so they both move.

Carlos vs Maddox hostilities continue, because it is genuinely the funniest shit.

Jet and Maddox being siblings and harassing each other.

Side note: do we know who's older. I headcanon that they are not full siblings, and are around the same age, like their actors are only a few months apart. I would have just said they were twins, but Maddox specifically said he didn't show to her 15th birthday, not their, so probably not.

Gina getting used to living with her mother again, Ash getting used to being an only child again.

Jet could be Chad.

Idk who will be Gabrielle if Gina stays Taylor.

I feel like Miss Jen will notice that Maddox has a beautiful voice and try to persuade her into the cast, because that's happened with literally every other main character crew. We also know Maddox doesn't like acting, so there's that conflict. Miss Jen: *trying to adopt a child* Maddox: *Tf with this whole adult talking to me?*

Also Maddox vs Natalie stage manager fight.

On the bright side, all the main characters that would be turned off by Maddie's lack of social talent have already been around her enough to adopt her into the group.

Also I feel like we're going to see Maddox struggle a lot away from camp. Shallow Lake is really her home, and now I think her slight abrasiveness will be more pronounced, since she won't feel safe at East for awhile. Or she'll be masking so hard that she is unrecognizable for an episode or two.

Ricky & Maddox Guitar Battle, for fun.

#hsmtmts Maddox #high school musical the musical the series #ricky hsmtmts #hsmtmts gina #kourtney hsmtmts #hsmtmts carlos #ashlyn hsmtmts #hsmtmts ej #hsmtmts jet #you get no points for guessing my favorite gay #i mean girl #i mean character #listen shes stupid and i love her #social ques #never met her

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leninova1997 · 2 years ago

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Really random headcanon stuff about Doom3guy from my novel (series) 'cause why not

Obviously, he is not and never will be my own character. Yet doesnt mean i cannot work on him and extend his personal depth in the name of creation.

- He is easily fitting into the “silent but deadly” type. Not a huge fan of wasting his time on small talk or somehow have them change their minds: he either takes his chances in action or nothing else (well, for the most part that is)

- From the outside, he can be seem like a cold, distant, unfriendly individual who has no feelings and only has interest in his own things. While in reality, he is just a person who is extremely picking when it comes to trust and reliability (mostly taken from his own experiences). He wont spare anything on those who dont deserve it. His introverted side doesnt “help” the situation either (he doesnt really care since this kind of operating has proven to be more useful in the long run, even with all the disadvantages intact). In fact, he may not be the most easily approachable person, however he has a truly loving heart that has all the place to those who he really cares about. You could even say he has a totally changed personality when they are around: he is talkative, friendly, very supportive, encouraging and smiles a lot. Its a rare sighing yet stunning to see and experience.

- He is the type of guy who would stay behind and fight to his last drop of blood just to make sure, anyone who is involved gets to have the change to be saved. He puts everybody in the first place, then himself on the second. It is not rooted in ego rather in his fundamental beliefs: he is the leader, he is the man, he is the father - he has to step up, has to be the strongest line of defence and at the same time be ready for the possibility to give the best of his best or even his life for others. And he is never shy about projecting this kind of view: he is absolutely convinced, this is the reason he is around and the main purpose of his existence. If you ask me, his father had a great influence on him for sure

- He was born on the 13th of January, 2118 (not friday!). Originally the place of birth was New York City, then decided to ditch the idea for a better alternative and a sharper narrative contrast. I hope one day you get to see why

- He joined the marines right after he graduated from high school. He was not only preparing heavily for the entry test (we all know who notoriously hard it is and i can confidently believe this wont change a lot in the future) during the 4 years but was a huge dream of his (again, his father’s influence since he served the UAC in the same way, for a fairly long time before his death). Before he got stripped from his rank and achievements, he made it to the “sergeant” (and wasnt too far to make it to “staff sergeant”).

- He got married with his high school sweetheart not soon after he got accepted to join the marine corps. Their connection is much more based on deep emotional and intellectual properties rather than purely on physical attraction (its there though). Essentially they are total opposites who complete each other (like she is an very open, overly kind hearted and emotionally expressive individual yet a little bit naive and shy) but that doesnt automatically mean they cannot attach to the same principles and live by that. Its more about balance and a steady state that they are both happy and confident in. Also, one of the simplest conformations about their dynamic is how they usually sleep: big spoon - small spoon since it not only represents perfectly their inner sides but their relation to each other in the relationship (or because its romantic in this way and they like it a lot, lol)

- His wife and daughter (born in 2138) not only represent a strong pillar in his life but something essential he can always return to find refuge and (emotional) support in. He is a tough guy with a strong personality and enough hard times behind his back, yet he is not immune to the overwhelming hopelessness and sadness that lingers around and even more inside him. This kind of craving for care become much more evident when he returned back from Mars and had to deal with the trauma of the invasion, the truth and the agonizing nightmares that never stopped haunting him for years. His wife worked as a psychiatrist for the Company, although it wasnt truly her expertise in the field that were needed in these cases, rather her affectionate and devoted nature that helped him out the gutter many times.

Sorry, i had to put this gif here because its so beautiful 😭 😭 😭

- He has his own interest in many things, but the most important was always drawing to him, especially in an illustrative way. He has a great photographic memory, so combining this with his skills, it often results in well made even stunning art pieces. He kind of neglected his hobby when he become the member of the army, but after his daughter was born, he started to return back to it more and more. He didnt really imagine himself doing this for long or for life, however the entertainment value never seemed to fade away

- He is a huge fan of travelling, specially in tropical and/or warmer areas such as the Mediterranean peninsula, Central and South America and some parts of Southeast Asia. Wasnt the best experience for him though when he had to serve in such places like Syria, Libanon and Libya since the temperature and the environmental conditions were unbearable at best (along with the warzones he had to anticipate in). But to prove somewhat he is an actual admirer: he had his honeymoon in Portugal (it was a short weekend) which he still likes to relive to this day.

- He is a great grandson of a somewhat “famous” individual (who is NOT polish and have nothing to do with WW2, rather was active during the difficult era from the early 2030s and later 2040s). His first name comes from his deceased uncle to honor his remembrance (thanks to his father) who was suffering from Duchenne dystrophy and died in an early age. His name was given when Mars and colonization was a hot topic during the 2090s and many parents named their child after or in connection with the planet.

I hope you liked my mindblowing post, hope to make more in the future. I guess

Cheers

#doom3 #doom3guy #novel #characterlist #doom #dontkillmeimjustacrazyfangirllmao

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kits-ships · 2 years ago

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filling out the entirety of this ask game for Olive because i love having fun and getting silly

1. what are the basics of your self-insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Name: Olive Madison Birthday: Sept 14, 1947 (Jumped 44yrs into the future) Height: 5��3 Current home: Maine Birthplace: Cincinnati, Ohio

2. when in canon does your self-insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Between ‘The Ark in Space’ and ‘The Sonatran Experiment!’ The Doctor drops off Harry + Sarah Jane to do whatever they need to do and goes ‘ok I’ll pick you up in a day!!”

But, when he’s by himself, the TARDIS dumps him in the middle of Ohio and he finds Olive injured after a protest. They go on a single adventure after the Doctor patches her up before she becomes a companion. <3

3. how do the other characters generally feel about your self-insert?

Olive is very sisterly/motherly towards other companions, so she’s generally well-liked by them. Some are confused as to why she married the Doctor, others feel the need to stand up for her when she can’t do it herself, and others are like, “How did you get the Doctor to even flirt with you? Hold on, let me get out a pen and paper-”

Some of the villains are intrigued by her, while others only see her as something they can use to manipulate the Doctor. The alien villains in particular see her as weak because she’s a human- including the Master- but he quickly regretted underestimating her after he tried to kidnap Olive and she bit the ever-loving shit out of him.

4. would you be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?

She would be a main character for the twelfth season but, after that, she’s a side character with a few appearances a few times each season. There are a few AUs where she might appear more often than that, though!

5. does your self-insert have any special powers or abilities?

No, not really! She majored in botany and minored in culinary arts, but that’s about as far as her ‘special abilities’ go. I’ve considered having the Master try to turn her into a Time Lord as well, but I like that she’s just a lil human :3

6. does your self-insert have any pets?

Olive had a long-haired, black cat when she was little. It grew up alongside her until she was sixteen!

When Olive graduated college, she adopted a kitten named Celeste a month or so before she met the Doctor. Celeste got to live in the TARDIS for a bit and even came to the future alongside Olive.

In a Doctor/Olive/Master polycule, the two Time Lords adopt two ragdoll kittens for Olive! I haven’t named them yet.

With Olive/Master, they come across two orphaned kittens that Olive bottle raises. The Master named them Artemis and Apollo.

7. would any other characters (besides your f/os) have a crush on your self-insert?

I don’t think too much about this, but Harry and Bill might have little puppy crushes on her that they never act on. River having a crush on her would be cute, too!! (Jack has a crush on everyone so he doesn’t count.)

8. what is your self-insert’s orientation?

Olive is bisexual and polyamorous!

9. who are your self-insert’s closest friends?

Excluding the Doctor/Master: Sarah Jane, Jamie, Donna, and Yaz.

10. how do the other characters feel about your self-insert and f/o’s relationship?

Copy and pasting from before: Some are confused as to why she married the Doctor, others feel the need to stand up for her when she can’t do it herself, and others are like, “How did you get the Doctor to even flirt with you? Hold on, let me get out a pen and paper-”

When she’s with the Master, they’re worried and confused. Did he hypnotize Olive? Is she safe? Should they try to help the Doctor win her back? Only Graham ever gets to see how happy she is with the Master after she showed up at her house one day.

With the Doctor/Olive/Master, they are so confused, but they do their best to trust Olive and the Doctor when they say that he’s changed for the better. Still, though, they’re a bit wary of it all.

11. what kind of outfit(s) does your self-insert wear?

Olive enjoys wearing sweaters, t-shirts, jean shorts, skirts, and short overalls! Her style focuses on being comfortable and being able to garden in outfits without ruining them entirely. She also likes to wear sandals but will put on a pair of boots if she really needs to.

12. how would the fandom view your character?

I like to think that they’d see her in a similar light to Rose and River! You either really like them or you pretend they don’t exist so you can focus on shipping Thoscei.

13. does your self-insert have any information about their family?

Olive does not get along with her parents. They took care of her physical needs when she was little, but were not affectionate or very empathetic. When she went off to college, they tried to get her to major in financial accounting so that she could follow in their footsteps, but Olive just moved out and cut ties with them. Her parents had even offered to pay for her classes if she switched majors, but she didn’t wanna!! She wanted to study plants and bake cakes, goddammit!

14. what hobbies does your self-insert have?

She likes to bake, garden, and dabbles in various forms of fiber arts! Olive also enjoys fostering animals.

15. how does your self-insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

Olive is just there to help the Doctor and be cute.

16. freebie! name a fact about your self-insert that you want everyone to know.

I don’t always draw her as such, but Olive is a redhead! Her hair is a very dark copper color but she always assumed it was just brown. It was Donna who pointed it out to her and Olive was so confused.

(I think an explanation for this would be books and audio dramas describing her as a brunette despite the fact that she’s a redhead.)

#d; youre a book thats not quite finished but ill watch you fill the page #m; ive been fooled many times; but you seem to truly be mine #sjs; lets count the stars and fly to the moon ill make you feel special if you want me to #jm; we are so much more than space dust a supernova couldn't break us #ask game #selfship ask meme #self insert #self insert character #self insert oc #selfship community #long post #rs; after sunlit days one thing stays the same #jh; i know no one will save me - i just want someone to kiss #gb; a promise of hope is enough to feel free #olive; the only one for me is you

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citrusstone · 2 years ago

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The Dunamis

It is a story about an innocent girl and a boy who holds unlimited power to the world. What happens when both of them meet?

A girl who's gullible, a troublemaker, clumsy and yet kind to everyone. But she is a manipulator. She can be deceived when it comes to the brand of a thing, or things related to expensive things but when it's schemes, you can hardly make her fall into it. She'd either play dumb that she doesn't know their schemes and let them taste their own medicine after math. Another side of her is that she is innocent, to the point she doesn't even understand the hint a guy would give to her. When you want to confess, say it. Dont give her hints cuz she'll never get it or more likely because she doesn't care. She's focused on academics and never played in any sports yet the school thinks she is a cheater that's why she is never considered as a honor student. She's intelligent in the field of medical Science. Her hobby is watching anime especially the adventurous one, that's all she wants, to watch. Now she is currently in 4th year college, 22 years old and about to graduate from Medical school.

A boy who has everything he needs and wants. He has everything that people dreamed for, the cars, the house, the company and all, But for him there's something that is missing, he can't determine what it is. Therefore he starts to find it.

He has anger issues, but he has a longer patience. He would only burst when he is already fed up, has a muscular build, with broad shoulders and chest with a lean waist. At a young age he already owned a company, a lot. At the age of 21 he already owned 3 main companies in different countries. At the age of 23 right after he graduated from college he went straight to handle his company.

After a month he hit the top chart of companies. By then he held more than 70 different branches of his company. By then he now hold the "unlimited" access to money and the world.

F.L - Cypress Amoureuse

M.L - Xiao Lixin

S.L - Chao Jicheng

Antagonist - Cheng Linze

Info of the main characters.

Xiao Lixin

Age: 23

Height: 194 cm

Weight: 84 kg

Bday: Oct. 3

Cypress Amoureuse

Age: 21 1/2

Height: 154 cm

Weight: 48 kg.

Bday: Dec. 3

Chao Jicheng

Age: 22

Height: 189 cm

Weight: 81 kg

Bday: Nov. 13

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19761107 · 1 year ago

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『What's Eating Gilbert Grape』 PART1～The best work of art! Life is filled with a few tears and a little laughter~

0.Introduction

~《Beautiful camera scene that I want to show you》~

☆The main character's mother, Bonnie, has become gigantic due to bulimia. She decides to pick up her severely mentally retarded son who has been detained at the police station. A scene in which the entire family supports the mother as she walks to protect her from the onlookers who have gathered in town. .☆ 1：06：54～1：08：14

~《Famous lines that I want to tell someone》~

☆Becky: "Then, is it your father's fault?" 　Gilbert: "No."☆ 1：27：25～1：31：15

Background: Gilbert finds himself a victim of the Grape family's misfortune. The lines Gilbert said when he was able to face himself head on and admit his weaknesses: his father, his mother, and himself.

1.Distinguishing features of the work

The original title of this work is "What's Eating Gilbert Grape".

In this film and director Lasse Hallström's other works, the main characters live in extremely difficult environments.

However, He never draw only dark tones.

It is depicted with funny and comical scenes.

I think it's because he feels compassion and empathizes with the main character and other characters.

In some scenes, a very tragic scene is turned into a humorous short story.

It does not plunge the viewer into the abyss of sadness, but instead envelopes the viewer with tears and laughter.

What is remarkable about this work is the visual art that is unique to cinema.

The main character's younger brother Arnie, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, has a severe intellectual disability.

I don't think the seriousness and characteristics of the disability can be conveyed to everyone unless the actor performs the role through his or her facial expressions, actions, and words.

There are many other scenes that can only be conveyed visually, but I will share them with you as they occur.

2.Opening scene full of hope

This work is the story of a family.

At the beginning of the movie, two brothers are waiting for something on a long stretch of road in the rural town of Endora, Iowa.

What they were waiting for was a convoy of camping trailers called Airstreams passing through this rural town.

Countless lights shined from the other side of the slope, and the trailer arrived with its silver body bathed in glitter.

The opening scene is bright and full of hope.

3.A depressed family

Arnie, who is almost 18 years old and has a severe intellectual disability, was told by doctors that he would not live until he was 10 years old.

He catches a grasshopper, holds it between the mailbox door, and starts crying, saying it's dead.

Their older sister, Amy, worked as a cook at an elementary school, but it was destroyed in a fire, so she is staying at home.

Ellen is a rebellious younger sister who has just had her teeth braces removed and has not yet fully grown up.

After graduating from college, the eldest son, Larry, left the family and left home.

Their mother, Bonnie, who was the most beautiful woman in town, suffered from bulimia after her husband committed suicide, and her large body made her unable to move.

She has not gone out for years to avoid being seen by people.

The main character and second son Gilbert's narration introduces his family in a light and comical way.

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Mother Bonnie:

"Where's my sun?"

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Arnie's mother dotes on him and calls him that.

There is no doubt that "son" and "sun" rhyme.

Older sister, Amy, and second son, Gilbert, kindly accompany Arnie as he plays hide-and-seek.

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Gilbert:

"Amy, where's Arnie?"

Old sister Amy:

"Aren't you with him?"

Gilbert:

"No, where?"

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Arnie hides in a tree and has fun.

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Old sister Amy:

"Where?"

Gilbert:

"Ellen, where's Arnie?"

Young sister Ellen:

"Up in the tree."

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Ellen spitefully told him the truth.

Gilbert glares at Eren.

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Old sister Amy:

"You looked for him properly, right?"

Gilbert:

"I looked for him."

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Arnie comes down in front of Gilbert and is surprised.let。

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Gilbert:

"Come on, don't startle me."

Arnie:

"I was climbing a tree. Didn't you know?"

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So he put Arnie on his back and go to the car.

You can see how much Arnie loves his brother Gilbert by the way he jumps at him and the way he clings to him.

This is a scene of friendly brothers.

4.What kind of young man is Gilbert?

Gilbert earns his family's living by working at a small general store in town.

A large supermarket has opened in front of them, and the general store where Gilbert works is not very prosperous.

Store owners have also given up and are becoming weak.

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Store owner:

"Can they have a sale at the supermarket?"

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Gilbert says with a look of compassion.

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Gilbert:

"I don't even want to go near a store like that."

Shop owner:

"Lobster, right?"

"Lobster living in an aquarium, right?"

Gilbert:

"Don't worry. It's just a moment."

"Customers will come back."

Store owner:

"Really?"

Gilbert:

"Absolutely. Absolutely."

Store owner:

"The way you say that sounds just like your father."

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Through these interactions, you can see that Gilbert is a very kind young man.

This work depicts an unhappy family and has many humorous scenes.

Betty, a middle-aged woman with whom Gilbert has an affair, often calls Gilbert over to make deliveries and they have a number of meetings.

Gilbert isn't too keen on it.

Betty's husband returns.

For some reason, a lot of ice cream comes out during her scenes.

They also put ice cream in their mouth while having sex.

Is this an allusion to Freud's "lip phase desire''?

That's an interesting expression.

Betty's husband returns cheerfully.

At the same time as Betty and her friends are having sex, her husband is jumping up and down on the trampoline with the kids in the garden.

It's a great joke.

Gilbert smiles and greets Betty's much older husband, not noticing the ice cream in his mouth.

Betty's husband gives Gilbert a tip from his wallet.

We don't know if he's aware of his cheating or not, and this kind of kindness is scary for us.

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Betty's husband:

"Come to my office. I want to talk to you about something."

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Betty's husband works as an insurance agent, and he asks Gilbert to come to his office, leaving it unclear whether or not he is aware of Gilbert and Betty's affair.

During this exchange, Arnie disappeared when Gilbert wasn't looking.

Arnie was climbing a 50m high water tower.

A large crowd of onlookers and police had gathered there.

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Gilbert:

"Arnie, come down!"

Arnie:

"Come on up. I'll go higher than before."

"Higher!"

Gilbert:

"Arnie!"

Arnie:

"Look! It's not falling!"

"My shoe fell off!"

"Gilbert, my shoe fell off."

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Gilbert sings his favorite song to comfort Arnie.

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Gilbert:

"♫ Do you know Arnie?"

"♫ It's almost his 18th birthday"

"♫ Do you know Arnie?"

"Arnie, come down!"

"♫ The cylinder explodes, boom, boom!"

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Arnie is seduced and starts singing.

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Arnie:

"♫ The cylinder explodes, boom, boom!"

Gilbert:

"♫ The cylinder explodes, boom, boom!"

Arnie:

"♫ The cylinder explodes, boom, boom!"

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Arnie finally got over his excitement and came down from the tower.

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Gilbert:

"Good!"

"Good boy, come down quickly."

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Everyone present gave a warm round of applause.

What a peaceful country town it is!

It's a funny scene.

A young woman named Becky, who was traveling in a camper, was also watching.

Becky is attracted to Gilbert's gentle yet calm and calm nature.

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Gilbert:

"I'm really sorry."

"I'll take you home. I won't let him do it again."

Policeman:

"You don’t know how many times he has climbed there because you always says that."

Gilbert:

"This time is the last time, right?"

Arnie:

"It's the last time."

Gilbert:

"Let's go home."

Arnie:

"I want to climb again!"

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5.Huge mother

They go home and prepare a meal with his family.

They carry the large dining table to the sofa where his mother, Bonnie, is sitting.

Gilbert's friend Tucker came over to fix their refrigerator.

A little boy came to see the huge figure of his mother Bonnie.

Gilbert picks up the boy and shows him his mother Bonnie through the window.

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Boy:

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Tucker:

"What do you do?"

Gilbert:

"Is it bad?"

Tucker:

"No."

"It’s your Mom, right?"

"It's your Mom. Things like that aren't good."

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There's something wrong with Gilbert.

These episodes express the creaks in Gilbert's heart.

Gilbert's repressed hatred for his mother is revealed in casual scenes and lines.

At bedtime, Arnie mistakenly said "goodnight" and said "goodbye."

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Gilbert:

"'Goodbye' means it's time to go somewhere. It's different now."

Arnie:

"I know that. Gilbert."

"My brother and I aren't going anywhere."

"Good bye"

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In these casual lines, the director hints at the feeling that Gilbert might abandon this family and go somewhere else.

In a line with a friend,

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Tucker:

"What about your mom?"

Gilbert:

"She's fat."

Tucker:

"Don't say that, Gilbert."

"I saw a guy who was a little fatter at the harvest festival.''

Gilbert:

"A little more?"

Tucker:

"There's a superior."

Gilbert:

"Mom is a whale."

Tucker:

"Let's take a walk."

Gilbert:

"Do you want to go jogging?"

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Friends who are willing to listen to these stories are very valuable.

Gilbert is able to speak his true feelings even when he uses bad language.

It's a breather. He's a dear friend.

6.Meeting the free-spirited Becky

While chatting at a cafe restaurant, Becky passes by.

She has a slender body and sharp eyes.

She was pushing a beautifully designed bicycle with a slender frame that matched her personality.

For a moment, Gilbert and Becky's eyes meet.

Arnie kept grasshoppers in a jar, and the general store owner would tear up lettuce from the store's produce and feed them to him.

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Arnie:

"It's a grasshopper."

General store owner:

"Feed it with lettuce."

Arnie:

"He's my friend."

General store owner:

"Look, he's eating."

Gilbert:

"Thank you?"

Arnie:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

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The townspeople treat Arnie very kindly.

Becky came to the store to buy something and we decided to deliver it to the trailer.

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Arnie:

"Yours? I'll pick this bicycle up."

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Arnie happily puts his bike on the back of their car.

The three people are riding in a car side by side.

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Arnie:

"Delivery anytime. Anytime."

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Arnie put his face close to Becky's and said,

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Gilbert:

"Arnie, stop it."

"Excuse me, where is it?"

Becky:

"Just keep going."

Arnie:

"Mom's throwing me an 18th birthday party."

"Isn't that so?"

"When is the party?"

Gilbert:

"Six days left."

Arnie:

"I'll be 18 in 6 days."

"You are not invited."

Gilbert:

"Arnie, that's rude."

Becky:

"Okay."

"He's honest."

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Arnie teased Gilbert and laughed.

They arrived at the place where the camper was parked.

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Arnie:

"I'll carry it."

"It's okay, I'll carry it."

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Arnie dropped her shopping bag.

Arnie became so depressed that he repeatedly hit himself on the head.

DiCaprio's natural and wonderful acting without overacting.

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Becky:

"Okay."

Gilbert:

"Sorry."

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Becky looked kindly at Arnie, who was panicking.

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Becky:

"Okay."

Gilbert:

"But…"

Becky:

"Stop it."

"Do you think it's bad?"

"I don't think it's bad either. Do not apologize."

Arnie:

"It's not my fault."

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This is a scene where you can see Becky's kindness.

7.Family quarrels

At home, the family was discussing Arnie's birthday party.

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Mother Bonnie:

"I like Viennese sausage."

"Sauce with grape jelly"

Arnie:

"Mom, hot dogs too."

Sister Amy:

"Would you like some Hawaiian-style hors d'oeuvre?"

"Wrap canned pineapple in bacon and insert a toothpick into it."

Mother Bonnie:

"What about bacon?"

Sister Amy:

"In the oven"

Mother Bonnie:

"The bacon has to be crispy."

"It's no good if it's sticky."

"That's bad."

Arnie: "Hot dog!"

Mom Bonnie: "Of course, hot dogs too. I promise."

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Little sister Ellen speaks with food in her mouth.

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Young sister Ellen:

"At a party I know…"

Gilbert:

"Ellen, Ellen"

"Don't talk while eating. It makes me nauseous."

Young sister Ellen:

"What?"

Gilbert:

"I feel nauseous."

Young sister Ellen:

"Okay, Dad."

"I apologize, Daddy."

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Arnie repeats, amused.

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Arnie:

"Okay, Dad. I apologize, Dad."

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Gilbert gets irritated and says something that hurts his family.

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Gilbert:

"Dad is dead."

Old sister Amy: "Gilbert, stop it."

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Arnie repeats it again.

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Arnie:

"Daddy's dead!"

Old sister Amy:

"Arnie, stop it."

Arnie:

"Daddy's dead! Daddy's dead! Daddy's dead!"

Mother Bonnie:

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

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Mother Bonnie became hysterical and began stomping on the floor over and over again.

Gilbert crouched under the table to wipe up the spilled milk and found the floor creaking under his mother Bonnie's shoes.

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Gilbert:

"Amy, look."

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There's something funny about the misery.

Gilbert called his friend Tucker over to look at the floor.

Tucker investigated the floor without mother Bonnie noticing.

Mother Bonnie watches TV and takes a nap.

Gilbert turns off the remote to turn off the TV, but Bonnie wakes up.

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Mother Bonnie:

"What are you doing?"

Old sister Amy:

"Mommy, why don't you sleep in bed?"

Mother Bonnie:

"Why?"

Old sister Amy:

"It'll change your mood."

Mother Bonnie:

"I'm fine here."

Old sister Amy:

"Really?"

Mother Bonnie:

"Good children."

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Gilbert lights Bonnie's cigarette and Amy covers her with a blanket.

This is a humorous scene that shows how much the children care about their mother and how much they are a burden to the family.

8.Sealed Basement

The next day, Tucker came to fix the floor.

Tucker asks Gilbert to help him in the basement.

Gilbert is reluctant and tries to let Arnie go.

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Tucker:

"Give me your hand."

Gilbert:

"Arnie, help me."

"It's the basement."

"Arnie, it's in the basement."

Arnie:

"I don't like it there."

"No, I'm definitely not going."

Tucker:

"What's wrong?"

Arnie:

"Daddy's here!"

"I don’t like it because my dad is here."

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Arnie imitates a zombie and gets scared.

He made a hanging gesture.

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Gilbert:

"Arnie, shut up!"

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After the work is finished,

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Tucker:

"If we use six of those square timbers, we'll be able to do something."

"You can support your house with them."

"I just forgot."

"Your father is over there…"

Gilbert:

"Well."

Tucker:

"That was bad."

Gilbert:

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

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Maybe Gilbert saw his father dead.

The family home was built by the father himself decades ago.

So it was very old and fragile.

The dark shadow of the dead father lingers heavily in the scenes of the Grape family's life.

What I think is so clever about this work is that the symbol of Gilbert's repressed feelings is the old house built by his father, and the wood that supports the floor.

Now, it has reached its limits and is starting to creak.

Something is about to collapse.

9.Gilbert's Melancholy

One day, Arnie was trying to climb the water tower again.

This time, his sister Ellen violently stops him.

Arnie was injured.

Gilbert tends to Arnie's wounds.

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Gilbert:

"Don't forget."

"What would you do if someone hit you or touched you with a finger?"

"Tell me. I'll take care of it."

"Do you know why?"

Arnie:

"Gilbert is my brother."

Gilbert:

"That's right, I won't let anyone bully you."

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Gilbert cares for his younger brother, but he is stressed and unable to take a break.

Gilbert gets in the car and goes for a drive alone.

He stops by Becky and her grandmother's place for fun.

Gilbert learns that Becky has taken an old woman who had lived in one place for many years and taken her out into a life of free wandering.

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Becky:

"I don't care about physical beauty."

"Something that won't last long"

"Eventually, I'll have wrinkles on my face, gray hair on my face, and sagging breasts, right?"

"What we do matters."

Gilbert:

"Yeah."

Becky:

"What do you want to do?"

Gilbert:

"There's nothing to do here…"

Becky:

"I'm sure there's at least one thing here."

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Gilbert is holding back what he wants so much that he unconsciously represses it inside.

He can't think of anything he wants to do anymore.

There was an expressionless expression on his face, as if he were suffering from burnout.

The two went on a date to an ice cream shop.

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Becky:

"Would you like to change?"

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Betty, who is accompanied by a child, witnesses this.

It's also a co-star of Betty and Ice Cream.

Betty was upset.

Gilbert and Becky talk about their relaxing time while looking at the sunset sky.

If it wasn't for Becky's generous and free nature, I don't think Gilbert would have had the chance to spend time with her like this.

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Becky:

"The colors are changing"

"Sunsets are beautiful."

"It slowly changes as I watch it."

"I love the sky"

"Wide and endless"

Gilbert:

"Yeah, it's really big."

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Gilbert had never had the time to look at the sky slowly, nor had the freedom to think creatively.

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Becky:

"The word 'big' is too small for the sky."

"Bigger words to describe the sky"

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Even during this relaxing moment, Gilbert remembers his errands and returns home, leaving Becky behind.

When Gilbert returns home, Arnie happily jumps on him and gives him a piggyback ride.

Gilbert gives Arnie a bath and washes him.

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Gilbert:

"I don't have time to play today."

"Stretch your neck."

"That's fine, you're big now."

"You're an adult now."

"You should be able to wash your body by yourself."

"What do you think? You're an adult, right?"

"Wash. The towel is over there."

"The robe is over there."

Arnie:

"I can wash it myself."

Gilbert:

"Great, I have something to do."

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Gilbert left Arnie in the bathtub and returned to Becky.

10.Self-assertion and self-derogation

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Becky:

"You missed it."

"Sunset"

"It was wonderful."

"Show me your house"

Gilbert:

"Stop it."

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Gilbert is ashamed of his family.

Becky tells Gilbert her story to get him to open up.

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Becky:

"Just look, okay?"

"My parents got divorced."

"I go back and forth between the two, and I keep moving."

"But it's my life, so that's okay."

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Becky lived her life with a strong separation between herself and her parents.

She has a strong sense of freedom from their parents and her ego.

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Gilbert:

"We also want to move elsewhere, but mom doesn't want to leave home."

"It's not that she doesn't want to leave, she's stuck at home."

Becky:

"What do you mean?"

Gilbert:

"That's my house."

"I was surprised. It's so small when I see it from far away."

"Even though the person inside is big."

"A beached whale on TV?"

"That’s Mom."

"What about your father?"

"We'll talk about that some other time."

"It was so fun"

Becky:

"Yeah."

"Good night"

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This is what happens when people become closer and closer.

Getting to know each other means getting to know each other's weaknesses.

It's never about putting on a show of bravado and making yourself look good.

I believe that by revealing one's true feelings and being heard, one can be healed, and the listener can be compassionate.

A relationship that is superficial and doesn't express its true feelings, doesn't assert themselves, or avoids getting hurt is not a close relationship.

Becky didn't blame Gilbert for saying bad things about her mother.

I think it's because she learned that Gilbert has deep emotional scars.

Becky just listened to Gilbert's thoughts and tried to heal him.

11.Discord

Gilbert comes home, goes to bed, and wakes up in the morning.

When Gilbert went to the bathroom to wash his face, he found Arnie shivering in the bathtub, having been in the bath since yesterday evening.

Gilbert desperately apologizes, saying ‘I'm sorry'.

Scenes like this really convey the emotion best with visuals.

Arnie is shivering from the cold, and Gilbert hugs him desperately to keep him warm.

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Mother Bonnie:

"You've been acting weird lately."

"Stay strong, Gilbert."

Gilbert:

"I apologize."

Mother Bonnie: "Just apologizing isn't enough, you unreliable child."

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Bonnie is completely dependent on Gilbert.

Gilbert's heart is completely indifferent.

One day, Gilbert makes a delivery to Betty's place.

She was just making ice cream.

Betty has Betty's husband call her to complain about Gilbert's date with Becky.

Then she did something naughty on purpose.

Gilbert gets angry and tries to leave.

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Gilbert:

"I'll be killed."

"be killed"

Betty:

"I was just kidding."

Gilbert:

"That's terrible, then this."

Betty:

"Wait."

"That girl’s place?"

Gilbert:

"Your husband called me."

Betty:

"I won't let you go."

"I won't forgive you if you leave."

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The oven alarm goes off, and Gilbert takes advantage of the opportunity to get out.

～CONTINUED TO PART2

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