#sorry another disclaimer but also i know my experiences are not universal
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Help for when youâre having a rough time
(If you're looking for my old pinned post with my whump masterlists, you can find it here.)
In light of some deeply sad news in the whump community today, Iâm thinking about how many of us here struggle with mental health, sometimes including physical or mental self-harm and suicidality. Since I know lots of folks might be having a hard time right now, I wanted to share some resources that have helped me in rough moments. Please feel free to add on to this post (or make your own, if you want!) with the resources that have worked for you.Â
First, a note:
Trauma, shame, and suicidality all tend to isolate - they make us feel like weâre all alone in the world, like no one else would understand us, and like the only solutions we have available to us are ones we can think of all by ourselves. In my experience, the antidote to that is connection. If youâre feeling scared or alone, you can hop into my asks or DMs if you want. Iâm sure there are other folks in this community who would offer that, too. Many of us have grappled with mental health struggles, including suicidal ideation, and sometimes we can offer each other the care that can be hard to offer ourselves. Donât be afraid to reach out if you need support.
A quick note about location: I live in the US, but about half the resources in this post are written guides you can access from anywhere. The hotlines and warmlines linked below are US-based. One or two are accessible in Canada or have an online chat or moderated forum that could be accessed anywhere. If you have good local resources from another place, please reblog and add them! (Thank you, @straight-to-the-pain, for flagging this in the notes!)
That said, hereâs my absolute first recommendation if youâre feeling generally awful and donât know what to do:
1. You Feel Like Shit (also available at its original site here)
If youâve read a lot of ~self care tips~ in your life (and if youâre a bit of a salty bitch like me), you might be sick of being told to eat something and take a nap. (I donât think we can hydrate our way out of long-term trauma and late-stage capitalistic hell, but thanks.) That said, Iâve found this site REALLY helpful. Personally, I have ADHD and CPTSD, a combination that makes it ROUGH for me to know how to take care of myself sometimes. This site speaks to you calmly, like a non-judgemental friend, and walks you through steps that you might struggle with if you have a hard time with executive function in general, or if youâre ill, grieving, overwhelmed, or otherwise just off your game. I pretty much always walk away feeling at least a little better, even if I donât complete every step.
There are more suggestions and resources below the cut. Wishing everyone in this community love and care. <3
2. The 15-Minute Rule (info available in many places; after a quick google, I really like this site as a place to start)
One key principle to understanding the resources Iâve put together here is the 15-minute rule. If youâre feeling an urge towards physical or mental self-harm or suicide, studies show that the urge is unlikely to last more than about 15 minutes at its peak intensity. (Sorry I donât have data on this off the bat - anecdotally, I can tell you that this rule also tracks with my own personal experience.) This means that, if youâre presently feeling overwhelmed by grief or pain thatâs turning inwards on you, if you can stay afloat through the next few minutes, the tide of it is likely to ebb. The site I linked above has information about this concept and some great harm-reduction ideas, too. (Another resource on this that I liked in my quick search is here.)
3. Read This First (a compassionate distraction from feelings of self-harm)
Iâm gonna be honest; this resource is aimed at folks having urges towards physical self-harm, but it looks like something I would find helpful with urges towards emotional self-harm, too. (It also looks like it could be handy for body-focused repetitive behaviors - BFRBs - like dermatillomania/skin-picking or trichotillomania/hair-pulling).
4. Resources from Pete Walker, psychotherapist and author of Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving
Obviously not everyone reading this will have complex PTSD (also called C-PTSD), but if youâre a person who, in general, tends to beat yourself up a lot, Iâd highly recommend checking Pete Walkerâs work out. If some of it doesnât apply to you, thatâs okay - take what you need, and leave the rest. This site (and the book it references most heavily) assumes you may have had parents who were emotionally or physically abusive or neglectful. If that doesnât ring true for you, but other parts of the resources seem helpful, use them anyway! A handy place to start maybe this page on Shrinking the Inner Critic in Complex PTSD (that is, reducing the volume of the voice that screeches unpleasantness at you when you feel ashamed or scared).
As a note: this website looks VERY mid-2000s (which I kind of love). Most of the resources you want will be in the right-hand column full of links. Some of those links will open new pages, and some will automatically try to download a PDF of the article you want to read.Â
5. Warmlines:
This is something I just learned today - if youâre feeling really lonely and sad, but youâre not in immediate crisis, there are warmlines you can contact! These seem to be numbers where you can call (or sometimes text) to talk with a counselor or trained peer when you need support and connection. I canât vouch for any of these numbers personally, but as someone who has definitely thought, âItâs not bad enough to REALLY need help,â I think this is a fabulous idea. Hereâs a list of warmlines you can check out in the US.
6. Specialized hotlines:Â
There are lots of good crisis hotlines out there, but some may be better for your needs than others. For one thing, if youâre feeling seriously suicidal, itâs good to know the policies of the hotline youâre calling. In my opinion, everyone deserves bodily autonomy and the right to refuse care; for that reason, I think itâs important to know the policy of the hotline youâre calling as to whether or not theyâll call emergency services without your consent. Everyone has to make their own judgment call on this one, and Iâm a little too (lightly!) triggered to go deep into my analysis on this right now, but I wanted to flag that itâs something to be aware of - if youâre going to call a hotline, you can try to look up their policy on calling emergency services before you contact them. You could probably even ask them in the beginning of the call. (A script: âBefore we start, can you tell me what your policy is about contacting emergency services on behalf of callers?â If this is true, you can add: âIâm having some feelings of [suicidality/self-harm], but Iâm safe and am not in danger of hurting myself or others.â)
With that in mind, here are some hotlines that seem promising to me, in no particular order:
A. For queer and trans folks in general:
Trans LifeLine
Available in the US (1-877-565-8860) and Canada (1-877-330-6366)
Available in English and Spanish
Will NOT call emergency services without your consent (you can read more about this policy on their website, including here)
Peer to peer support for transgender and questioning folks; also, microgrants (small amounts of money) for trans-related needs!
Does not offer text/chat-based support
Iâve never used Trans LifeLine myself, but Iâve heard excellent things about it from peers who have.
The Trevor Project:
Support from trained counselors for queer, trans, and questioning folks
Definitely available in the US; Iâm not sure where else.
Offers support via phone (1-866-488-7386), text message (678-678), and online chat (link here - scroll down to Start Chat)
Also offers an online peer support space, TrevorSpace, for folks ages 13-24
Their site says, âIn very specific instances of abuse or a clear concern of an in-progress or imminent suicide, Trevor counselors may need to contact a child welfare agency or emergency service.â When you click Learn More, it takes you to their Terms of Service (informative, but in legalese that might be hard to parse if youâre in crisis).
Again, not a service Iâve used myself, but Iâve heard good things!
B. For BIPOC folks (Black folks, Indigenous folks, and people of color more broadly), especially those who also hold LQBTQI identities:
Call Blackline:
Available via phone or text (both at 1-800-604-5841)
Available for people in crisis. Call Blackline can also help connect you with local community organizers and officials if you need to report a negative, inappropriate, or physical interaction with police, other law enforcement, or vigilantes.
From their website:
Call BlackLineÂź provides a space for peer support, counseling, reporting of mistreatment, witnessing and affirming the lived experiences for folxs who are most impacted by systematic oppression with an LGBTQ+ Black Femme Lens.Call BlackLineÂź prioritizes BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, and People of Color). By us for us.
Hereâs what I found regarding their policy on emergency services:
You do not have to provide any personal information to use the service. All calls remain private and will never be shared with law enforcement or state agencies of any kind.
Of course, a BIPOC person can contact any hotline for support, but for people dealing with racism, anti-Blackness, and other specific bigotries, I can very much see the importance of talking to someone who shares or understands that experience.
C. For folks processing bad psychedelic trips:
Fireside Project:
This one is something I didnât even know existed! They do call- or text-based support (1-623-473-7433, or 1-62-FIRESIDE) for people processing psychedelic drug experiences, available 11am to 11pm Pacific time. I donât have a ton more info, but their site seems really interesting and like theyâre serving a unique need.
7. A soothing distraction:
One of the glories of the internet is the fact that it enables us to conjure up images of kittens at a momentâs notice. In that vein, I want to offer up a VERY cute distraction: Peptoc is a hotline (1-707-873-7862, or 1-707-8PEPTOC) where you can hear encouraging messages in English or Spanish from kindergarteners. How sweet is that? (Thanks to the wonderful @newbornwhumperfly for this suggestion!)
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Beloved whump community, I want to know about things that help you when youâre struggling. Please feel free to share them if you want.
And, Moya - weâll miss you so, so much, even those of us (like me) who didnât know you well. May your memory be an absolute blessing. <3
(I was going to put this in the tags, but oops, itâs going up here - I really hope this post will be helpful to someone, but it was also helpful to me to build. I feel better in a crisis when I can find a way to help - itâs how I soothe myself when Iâm sad or scared. I really hope this doesnât seem preachy or self-aggrandizing - itâs really just me processing-processing-processing. <3)
One more note: if this post makes you think you might want to follow my blog, you're totally welcome, but you should check out my note here first. This is not a DNI list; it's just a heads-up about my content, which could be inappropriate or triggering for some people.
#whump community#how to be a person in the world#ways to stay afloat#suicide mention cw#suicidality mention cw#self-harm mention cw#resources for taking care of yourself#bel talks#touchstones#sorry another disclaimer but also i know my experiences are not universal#my feelings might come from a really different place than other people's feelings#idk for instance if any of the shit in this post would have been at all useful to moya#but I'm sharing it anyway in case it's useful to SOMEONE
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I will admit upfront that this is just 100% me being bitter, and probably a bit petty, not to mention basically just repeating myself since Iâve said stuff like this before in previous posts, but as a biracial person, I really wish that there was more representation/recognition of biracial people, and the mixed-race experience, not only in canon media, but in more fandom circles.
#rhys-ravenfeather signing on#mixedpeople#mixedheritage#earlier today i was thinking about a CERTAIN popular headcanon from a certain popular series again and like...#look putting everything else aside#looking at that particular character and what they happen to be i...kind of see another take#and not just them but honestly half-human/hybrid characters in general#i may have mentioned right now that i've been rewatching trollhunters and i'm ngl...i feel a certain kinship with the changelings...#look full disclaimer--it's 2023 if you want to see fictional characters as having a certain sexuality and/or gender identity go for it!#i'm just...i don't know; i guess i just KIND OF wish my experience was more universal?#that certain character views/headcanons didn't drown others out?#again this isn't to dump on anyone or any group of people#but on the other hand; like i mentioned some time back the character i related to most for a while as a kid was a hecking WOLFDOG#and let me tell you--as a fair-skinned mixed-race girl who grew up in the tropics#and constantly thought about the fact that she didn't look like most of the other people around her that was pretty dang CATHARTIC to me#yeah again sorry i know this is dumb and it got long this is just kind of something i had to vent about#also sorry if i stepped on anyone's toes--all of you are wonderful and valid
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Starving Yourself | Dream Reaction #6
Reaction: When their gf skips meals
Genre: Angst, slight fluff
Warnings: subtle mention of eating disorders, body image issues, lots of crying (I apologize)
Word Count: 3435k
Author's Note: I've had this subject in the back of my mind for a while now. A few days ago, I just got into it and thankfully finished today. I want to first credit my friend who helped me come up with scenarios for this lol.
Just a little disclaimer, I wanted to say something for those with poor body image. I feel like you hear things like this a lot, and you might read more things like "oh I also struggle too," and "please don't feel bad about yourself." When I was working on this, I did write some of the stories based on experience. So I don't have any right to advise on improving your self-esteem or working to have better eating habits. I'd be a hypocrite if I said those things. All I can say is that I know how what self-hatred is like, and how it can take you down some dark paths.
Please stay strong. I am very sorry for how long this note is đ
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MARK
His life was going normally, being a workaholic as always. At the same time, he felt more at ease since he was dating you. The other night, you guys went out on a movie date to see the new Black Panther film. It wasnât until near the end of the movie that he noticed the popcorn you bought was barely touched. But knowing your slight dislike for greasy foods, Mark didn't think too much about it.
After dropping you off, he returned to his dorm. He was met by the Dream members who appeared to have been waiting for him. They watched quietly as their leader removed his shoes and took his jacket off.
âHyung?â Jisung asked cautiously.
âYeah? Whatâs up?â The Dreamies exchanged looks with each other that he couldnât quite read. Was it uncertainty?
âI donât think he knows,â Chenle murmured, causing Markâs brows to furrow in confusion.
âKnow what?â
Chenle glanced at his hyung, and back toward the members beside him. But he was going to tell Mark the truth no matter what.
âThat (Y/n) collapsed at her university last week.â
Mark stepped back, clearly shocked by this news. âWhat? Why?!â
âApparently she wasnât eating much,â answered Jaemin.
âSheâs your girlfriend. Didnât you notice something was off?â Haechanâs voice raised slightly. As one of your good friends, the singer couldnât help but show his irritation. He knew Mark had been so caught up in work recently. But youâve been struggling for a long time now.
Now in distress, Mark ran a hand through his hair as he searched his memory for anything he mightâve missed. He paused for a moment, remembering the popcorn from earlier. Then he was dashing back out the door, despite it starting to rain.
That was how you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing close to midnight. Luckily you were awake, but you were surprised to see Mark soaking wet. He also looked as if he was about to cry any second.
Despite your befuddlement, you pulled the man inside so he could change into some dry clothes. Mark would bring up to you what the guys told him earlier. At that moment, you began to regret hiding your problems from your boyfriend. Youâve never seen him so worried before.
You spent the rest of the eveningâor morning cuddling in bed. Mark kept repeating how much he loved you and apologized for making you feel like you couldnât come to him. All he sincerely wished for was for you to be happy and healthy. He wasn't going to allow another incident to happen.
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RENJUN
You had spent nearly an hour getting ready to meet up with Renjunâs parents. Seeing them was the first thing on your list for a weekend trip to your boyfriendâs hometown. Itâs been nearly a year since you last met his parents, which made you more nervous than usual.
Renjunâs eyes lit up when you finally came out of the bathroom. He instantly recognized the white blouse with a dark blue floral print and the matching blue skirt you were wearing. It was the outfit he bought you not too long ago.Â
âWow, you look so pretty!â He exhaled. There was no hiding how taken away he was with you.
Even though you didnât agree with his compliment, you thanked him shyly. Renjun noticed something wasnât quite right pretty fast. The previous times you were about to meet his parents didnât feel like this. But he couldnât pinpoint why things felt strange with you.
Deciding to not dwindle on it, you guys left the hotel to meet up with Renjunâs parents at a restaurant. His mother quickly stood up when she spotted you two coming in. While she happily hugged her son, you exchanged greetings with his father.
âItâs so nice to see you again, (Y/n),â Mr. Huang smiled warmly.
You bowed your head politely, âThank you. Iâm sorry itâs been so long.â
Mrs. Huang pulled away from her son to get a better look at you. Her eyes filled with slight concern, and she took your hands. âYouâve gotten skinnier my dear!â
That's what it was. Renjun now knew what he was wondering about earlier. Preoccupied with carrying on a conversation with his mom and dad, you didnât notice how he observed you throughout dinner. He waited until you guys came back to your hotel room to confront you.
â(Y/n), are you okay?â
Your body tensed slightly at his question. âOf course I am. What makes you ask that?â
âItâs justâyouâve become so thin lately. Also, you barely ate anything tonight, and you love Chinese food,â He pointed out. âSweetheart, whatâs going on?â
Honestly, you felt like youâve been playing a game over the past few weeks. Wondering how long you could hide your unhealthy eating habits from Renjun. Of course, it didnât take him very long.
Your eyes dropped to the floor. âNothingâI just havenât been hungry recently.â
â(Y/n)-ah, please donât lie. You have to eat,â Renjun chastised.Â
He walked over to your side and lifted your chin with the tips of his fingers. âNow I know why youâve been so tired lately. If you keep this up, you can faint or something worse might happen.â
âIâm sorry. I guess, I just wanted to look my best for you and your parents,â You admitted, after a short pause.Â
In return, Renjun pressed his lips against your forehead. âFor the record, my parents love you, and so do I. You donât need to change anything about yourself. Especially if your health is at risk.â
You melted into his touch, and let yourself sink into his embrace. Renjun was always there to reassure you that you were more than enough for him.
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JENO
Jeno and you were a newer couple, after having met through mutual friends at university. His major was computer programming, while you studied creative writing. So your schedules were different, but you did share one class.Â
Your boyfriend was the one to convince you to take dance. Honestly, you were a little reluctant at first. But you ended up signing up for the class to spend more time with him. Since Jeno was more athletic, dancing was a lot easier for him. YouâŠnot so much. It was still fun, despite the increasing levels of anxiety the class gave you every week.
One afternoon, you met up after both of your classes finished. Thatâs when he asked to eat lunch together later. Yeah, a typical thing for a just-got-into-a-relationship boyfriend.
You agreed to his sweet offer. But you didnât think when you jokingly added that it felt weird since you usually ate one meal a day. Jeno turned to you in astonishment.
âWhat? Only once?!âÂ
Confused by his reaction, you slowly nodded. âYeahâŠâ
He stopped walking and moved his hand to your shoulder.
â(Y/n)-ah, that isnât healthy,â He lightly scolded.Â
But you quickly brushed off his concern for your eating habits. You took his hand and dragged him to the schoolâs dance studio. âItâs not a big deal, Jeno-ssi. We better hurry, class starts soon.â
In spite of Jeno being slightly wary, you seemed to be learning the new dance routine fairly smoothly. That was until you were changing formations and you started to become dizzy. Huffing quietly, you shook your head to dismiss the slow onset of a headache and kept up with the next moves. This feeling was something you were used to whenever you did any intense physical activity.Â
However, things were different when the room suddenly began to spin. Your legs were the first to give out, shortly after. Wincing, you pressed your knuckles against your forehead. Gasps and words you couldnât process only irritated you more. Fortunately, Jeno rushed to pick you up off the ground and carried you to the health office.
The nurse checked up on you after getting settled. âDid you eat anything today?â She asked.Â
Jeno couldnât hide a scoff when you told the woman you had. He frowned when the nurse advised you to rest. Once she left, Jeno allowed himself to sigh.
â(Y/n), you need to eat more.â
âI-I think I just need rest,â You contradicted him.
The boy crossed his arms in persistence. âHow can you rest when you have a headache because you donât eat three meals a day?â
His tone softened a bit when he realized how fatigued you were. Lecturing wasnât going to help you in this state. With another sigh, he made his way to the chair you were sitting in.
âRest for now,â He said gently. âIâll bring you something to eat.â
Jeno petted your head and pecked you on the lips before dashing out of the room. You waited anxiously for about 15 minutes before your boyfriend came back with assorted types of kimbap. He mustâve bought some from the nearby stand owned by a halmeoni.
You almost cried when he opened the wrapper and fed you. For the first time, someone showed you that they cared. Though you were both early in the relationship, you couldnât stop yourself from falling deeper for Lee Jeno. Most likely, love.
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HAECHAN
Due to upcoming exams, you and Haechan spent your Saturday afternoon in the library preparing. Studying on a weekend may not be an ideal date in Haechanâs opinion. At the same time, he knew how stressed you got when exam season came around. But that didnât stop him from complaining now and then.
âAish, I missed breakfast because Jaemin was taking too long,â Haechan groaned.
He pouted when he received no response from you. His salty mood prevented him from getting anything done. On the other hand, you were ultra-focused on finishing up an essay for one of your English classes. However, you snapped out of your zone by Haechanâs hand tapping on the corner of your laptop.
âAre you hungry too? Did you have breakfast?â
Almost instinctively, you replied to his question with a simple âno.â You shook your head when he asked if your roommate was also running late this morning.
âI just forgot,â You said absentmindedly.
He watched your eyes flicker back to the computer screen in front of you. It kind of seemed like you wanted to end the conversation quickly. But you couldnât escape your boyfriend that easily.
Then he asked, âHow do you forget to eat breakfast?â
The cool expression on your face slowly faded, as you stopped to think for a moment. Lately, finals haven't only been your source of stress. This past month was spent traveling back and forth between Seoul and Pohang to take care of your sick mother. On top of that, you were balancing school life and hiding your problems from everyone. You guessed self-neglect was a result of all that.
Haechan noticed your sudden change and instantly became worried when tears formed in your eyes. He proceeded to reach his hand across the table to take yours.
â(Y/n), is everything okay?â
You promptly clasped your opposite hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs. At least you still had half the mind to cry quietly, remembering you were at a library. Usually, you were the last person to have an emotional outburst. But Haechanâs question made you realize how not okay you were.
Fortunately, your boyfriend was quick to act and rushed to your side. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in a tight embrace that would hopefully calm you down.Â
A few minutes later, Haechan closed your laptop. âOkay, youâre going to stop thinking about school for the rest of the day.â
âHyuckâŠâ You wanted to argue, though you knew he was already standing up and packing your things away.
âYou can tell me whatâs been bothering you over lunch,â He added, âDoes jjamppong sound okay?â
Haechan had no idea what was causing you to break down, or why you werenât taking care of yourself. But getting you to eat was his priority, and he started by recommending your favorite dish.Â
Since then, heâs become a lot more protective and gone out of his way to take care of you more. Whenever he was down, you were always there to support him. So thatâs what he was going to do for you.
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JAEMIN
The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to look for you. He was a little sulky that you didnât get to wake up together. Especially since he hasnât seen you in one month and two weeks. Jaemin loved his job, but he hated how it also brought this distance in between you two. What made him feel worse was how you never complained. Not even this time, when he showed up at your apartment at one a.m. Instead of scolding him for coming over at such a crazy hour or for walking to your place in the cold, you simply led him into your room to get some much-needed sleep.
Luckily, it didnât take long for Jaemin to find you. He was greeted by one of his favorite aromas when entering the kitchen. And there you were at the counter, carefully pouring a pot of steaming dark liquid into a blue mug. Watching you he realized you had gotten up early to make coffee for him.
As his heart swelled with a dozen emotions, he walked up to stand behind you. Barely startled by his presence, you merely glanced upward to see the tired grin on his face.Â
âDid you sleep well?â He responded with a delicate kiss on your exposed neck.
His arms circled your waist, gently pulling your back to meet his chest. It was then, did he notice how his girlfriendâs waist was practically nonexistent, or in other words, thin. Thinner than usual and definitely not healthy.
Jaeminâs smile contorted into a look of concern. Slightly pulling away, he turned to you.
âJagiya, have you been eating well?â His tone was soft, despite his deep voice.
Automatically, you could tell your boyfriend wasnât speaking in a casual small talk way. Nonetheless, you pretended not to be fazed.
âIâve been on a dietâŠâ You set the coffee mug down.
He frowned. âWhat kind, if you donât mind me asking?â
You cursed in your head, as you hurriedly made up a lie.
âA low-carb diet,â You tried your best to sound assertive.
âA low-carb diet or a no-carb diet?â
You froze in place when you noticed the hint of anger in the last part of his question. Jaemin slowly turned you around to face him. â(Y/n), be honest. Have you been eating well?â
Several seconds of silence passed by, as you couldnât even look him in the eye.
âNo.â There was a catch in your throat, as your lips quivered.
Jaemin brought you back into his embrace when you began to cry. His chin rested on the top of your head, as your tears soaked his shirt. His heart broke at the sound of your sobs. All he could do was press kisses into your hair, and pat your back.
You sniffed, âI justâŠI just see pictures of us, and I hate how I look when youâre so perfect.â
â(Y/n)-ahâŠâ
âI know it sounds stupid. But I want to be a girlfriend who is also beautiful.â
Jaemin cupped the right side of your face and sighed, â(Y/n)-ah, youâve always been beautiful to me. You donât need to lose weight or do anything else to prove that.â
As comforting as his words were, Jaemin knew that it would take more than that to make you feel better. From then on, he didnât miss a chance to shower you with compliments and affection. He loved you and had no problem making sure you believed that.
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CHENLE
You were currently on opposite sides of the room. Chenle was watching Instagram videos on his phone, and you were writing the next chapter to a story you started a while ago. This was agreeably considered hanging out with each other. Doing your own thing until someone broke the silence. And this time, it was Chenle.
His stomach growling did not go ignored by him. Naturally, he pulled up a delivery food app. He then paused and looked over to you who was typing away on your computer.
â(Y/n)-ahhh, Iâm ordering food. What do you want?â
âI donât know,â You replied, without looking up.
Chenle sat up in his spot on the couch. âDo you want tteokbokki?â
âUm, Iâm not in the mood for tteokbokki.â He saw your head shake behind the computer.
âJokbal?â
âHaechan will be upset if we eat that without him.â
âHow about gukbap?â
âEhâŠâ
âOkay, what about-â
Losing concentration, you shut your laptop in frustration. âIâm not hungry! Just order something for yourself.â
âI want to eat with you though,â He whined. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed before starting to speak again.Â
âButââ
âNo buts. Youâre going to come here and help me choose something.â
Just as you opened your mouth to protest, Chenle already decided he had enough. He lifted you from your chair which earned him an âare you crazy?â look. Then he brought you to where he was previously sitting. While doing so, he noticed that you were very light.
âHow are you not hungry?â Chenle asked. âYour stomach is practically crying out to me.â
You wrapped your arms around your waist self-consciously. âYouâre exaggerating, Chenle.â
Even though you made it sound like not a big deal, Chenle had a feeling there was an underlying problem here. He knew that you had a small appetite, but having no desire to eat was separate. For someone who was such a big foodie, the idea of his girlfriend starving herself worried him.
âWe havenât had a meal together in so long,â Chenle pretended to sulk. âBut if you really donât want to eat, I wonât force you.â
Ugh, you just couldnât resist the rare look of sadness on the boyâs face. He knew you hated to be guilty.
So with a sigh, you slowly made a new suggestion. âActuallyâŠmaybe we can get tteokbokki. Can we just share the bowl?âÂ
As if he wasnât moping a second ago, Chenle smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. âOf course. Anything for you, Cutie.â
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JISUNG
He sat patiently in the lobby, waiting for you who was at a doctor's appointment. You insisted this was nothing but a normal check-up. But that didnât stop Jisung from accompanying you. He stood up in slight surprise when you came out earlier than expected.
â(Y/n)-ah! Youâre done?â You bobbed your head and grabbed his hand with a small smile.Â
Jisung noticed you were being quieter than usual during the drive to your place. But he thought you might be tired from a long day of classes before having to visit the doctorâs office. Youâd probably feel better when you got back home.
Once you guys arrived, Jisung was left alone when you went to change into more comfortable clothes. As he plopped down on your small couch, his eyes darted to the medical papers you had previously left on the coffee table. Out of habit, Jisung picked up the papers to organize them.Â
However, your recorded weight on the first page caught him off guard. His eyes widened in horror at the number. He knew you were small, especially compared to his size. But he didnât think you were underweight to the point that it was dangerous. This mustâve been why you barely said anything earlier.
Tears flooded his eyes in an instant when he saw you walk out of the room. Suddenly confused as to why your boyfriend was crying, your lips parted to ask what was wrong. Then you spotted the slightly crumpled papers in his hands.
âJisungâI can explain,â You spoke calmly, in an attempt to keep your voice stable.Â
Jisung looked at you in despair. âIs this why I havenât seen you eat lately? Or how you donât want to go shopping together anymore?â
Your confirmed silence made him feel worse. Regardless he rushed up to hug you, engulfing your small frame into his taller figure. The two of you stayed in that position for a long time. Your fingers stroked his back as you also tried to calm him down. You made sure to reassure him that you knew you had a problem and were going to try to build better eating habits. Jisung would offer any support he could give you.
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Being in relationships as a romance neutral/favorable aro (for alloro readers with aro partners)
Iâm romance neutral* and greyromantic*. I have been in romantic relationships. I donât believe I was attracted to my partners as much as people thought I was. But I chose to be in those relationships and stayed with those people until other factors didnât work out (ie unfixable communication issues or different long term goals).
Iâve had some of my partners ask âso you donât love me?â when I opened up more about being arospec with a sad tone in their voice. Or Iâve had friends say âwhy would you be someoneâs partner if you donât love them?â with a hint of judgment and disdain as they say it.
Here is how I look at it, and keep in mind, this is most likely NOT a universal aro experience. BUT I know that some alloro people worry that since their aro partners donât âloveâ them, they canât be sure about their relationship at all.
Aromanticism is the lack of romantic attraction. In my personal experience, this generally means I have equal attraction to everybody in a romantic sense (side note, this is why I thought I was biromantic for a long time). So, imagine, baseline I just feel neutral about everyone. My relationships are largely based upon experiences and connections I have with people, not solely on attraction.
A lot of my partners thought that this means I feel less about them or that they were just like everyone else. But hereâs the thingâI literally chose them out of everyone else to be partners with. In a broader sense, take how alloplatonic* people view friendships: you may be closer with some friends, you may trust some friends with certain things more, or you might have just become friends and are learning more about each other. These people are all friends, and the friendship dynamic isnât always built on platonic attraction. It can be extremely circumstantial.
If you worry about your aro partner leaving you because theyâre aro, I assure you that they will not just up and leave at random just because theyâre aro. If they do, there is a very different reason for that. Itâs a very personal and complex topic. It ties into factors such as commitment, communication, life goals, and relationship satisfaction and compatibility.
So if anyone is alloromantic and questioning if they can be in a relationship with an aro person, think about it this way: the question shouldnât be âdo they love me?â, and try thinking about it as âdo they care for me?â
Glossary* and footnotes after the break
Just some disclaimers so I donât have to explain later:
1. Yes, some aro people can feel love in other ways. Yes, some aros are loveless. We are all different. I mostly think that alloro people associate âdo they love me?â directly with âdo they love me romantically?â, which is understandable, but personally I think that in any relationship, CARE and ACTION are the most important aspects in any relationship. Even in an allo relationship, two people can love each other but not properly care for one another.
2. Also, love is not easily defined, so âdo they care for meâ presents a much more concrete and observable question that is much less stressful than âdo they love me?â And I say this as someone who ended up in abusive situations because I told myself âwell, they love me, so this must be fine.â I am mostly making this post to tell alloromantic people that being aro does not directly affect how someone may act in a relationship. Yes, it might be a factor, but saying aro = unloving partner is not true and extremely harmful.
3. I wrote this while sleep deprived and I talk a lot when sleep deprived so sorry if this all made no sense or was very rambley.
*GLOSSARY:
Romance neutral - feeling indifferent to romance, whether it be romantic coded actions (ie kissing, hugging, cuddling, etc), romantic situations (ie dates), or the general idea of a romantic relationship
Romance favorable - desiring to engage in romance despite being aromantic, generally the opposite of being romance repulsed
Greyromantic - feeling romantic attraction but less frequently or intensely as alloromantic people. Also an umbrella term for other microlabels in the aro community
Alloplatonic - people who feel platonic (friend) attraction, as opposed to being aplatonic (lacking platonic attraction)
#aromantic#aromanticism#arospec#romance neutral#romance favorable#alloromantic#alloro#aro relationships#aspec#aromantic spectrum#aro#lgbtq#queer#relationships#lgbtq+#lowkey i just realized i am a sociology major rn and i can write a paper about this#thatâs unrelated but now i wanna write about relationship dynamics within aspec x allo partners#anyways. this has been on my brain for a while
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silent conversations ~ 3
⣠pairing: jeon wonwoo x ocÂ
⣠summary: Maxine found comfort in regularly sending messages to the number of her deceased ex, seeing no harm in itâuntil she received a response from a persistent stranger named Wonwoo. What are the chances of forming a connection with this unexpected stranger? How will their story unfold?
⣠genre: strangers to lovers. angst.
⣠chapters:
one
two
⣠disclaimer: The ideas and personalities depicted in this Alternate Universe (AU) do not reflect the actual views or characteristics of the artists. Their names are used purely as placeholders. Please remember that these stories are fictional and do not represent reality. Thank you!
Wonwoo's POV
In a world where billions of people live, there is that unique shared characteristic or experience with someone you have never or will never meet.
This shows the undeniable interconnectedness of one another.
They say, one of the few ways to connect with people is to have a high level of empathy or to have lived a similar life as the other.
I'd typically be glad that in at least one in a billion, there stood a person who can understand me.
But here I am in that exact situation, nowhere close to feeling ecstatic.
How? How can you feel such positive emotions when you know someone is struggling?
How can I feel relief upon catching sight of a lonely, lost soul?
~ TEXT CONVERSATION ~
Texting Stranger
I'm sorry.
I was drunk out of my mind. I called you at such an inappropriate time, you should have not picked up. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Wonwoo
Will all our conversations play out like this?
Texting Stranger
What?
Wonwoo
You apologizing despite not doing anything wrong.
Texting Stranger
I called you. I'm a stranger.
Wonwoo
I don't mind.
Texting Stranger
It's still wrong. I'm sorry. I'll refrain myself next time. There's something about alcohol that alters my brain chemistry.
Wonwoo
If it helps you to message the number, then it will never be a bother.
~ A FEW DAYS LATER ~
Wonwoo's POV
It was 2 am and I was just about to go to bed when my phone suddenly rang.
"Texting Stranger," appeared on the screen.
I looked at it with wide eyes, expecting a call from her soon but definitely not this soon.
I cleared my throat before picking up, "Love..." said the other end with a drunken voice.
"P-please, come back. I'm sorry, love. I miss you, please."
In a situation like this, no amount of words can comfort a person. In fact, there were no right words.
So I did what I seemed to have been doing best.
I hummed her a lullaby.
It went on..Â
And on...Â
And on...
Until slurred words turned into murmurs.
Until murmurs turned into quiet snores.
Similar to the other night, I waited.
I waited with the moon.
I waited until the quiet snores stabilized.
I waited until the sun rose.
I too was falling asleep but how could I leave?
When the person at the end of the line had put up with sleepless nights.
What was a little waiting, right?
~ TEXT CONVERSATION ~
Texting Stranger
Fuck.
I did it again.
I can't help myself.
The next time you see a call, please decline.
Or simply do not pick up.
Do both of us a favor.
Wonwoo
What?
No one is stopping you.
Call me if you need to.
Text if you need to.
As long as it brings you comfort, then keep doing it.
Texting Stranger
Why?
Wonwoo
What?
Texting Stranger
Why do you speak as if what I'm doing isn't a bad thing?
Wonwoo
Why do you speak as if what you're doing IS a bad thing?
Wonwoo's POV
And so the late-night call became a routine.
There were no words exchanged between the both of us.
Just the phrases she consistently slurred, calling out to the unknown.
And my humming echoed throughout my dark room, with the reflection of the moon being the only source of light.
Moments like these I think of being under the same moonlight.
With someone, I've been talking to for weeks.
With someone, I can somehow relate to.
But also with someone who I do not know.
A FEW DAYS LATER
I'm falling asleep. No call from you tonight? I thought to myself.
It's 3:30 am, I guess not.
However, my thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly heard the loud ringing from my tiny device.Â
Incoming Call From "Texting Stranger"Â Words on my phone flashed.
Just when I was about to fall asleep, the call I've been waiting for is finally here.
"Hey! Love! Hello, love! Let's party like old times!" said the voice.
What? Is she out partying?
Based on the loud background and her voice, I was able to tell that she was not within the comforts of her home.
She was out.
In a club.
So as calmly as possible, I asked.
"Where are you?"
Just as expected, there was no response from her.
Nothing but slurred words.
"Please, help me out here. Where are you?" I said as slowly as I could in hopes of helping her understand it better.
"I don't know. I'm here." She said, followed by a giggle.
I sigh and waited for any sign.
I was losing hope until I heard a booming voice from the background.
"Are you feeling hot tonight? Well, the night in Xylo has just begun!" said who I assume to be the DJ of the bar.
Got it.
As I was on the way to Xylo, I thought about the odds of me doing this in the first place.
I shouldn't feel obligated to do this.
I was a stranger.Â
She was a stranger.
But maybe for once, letting go of the infamous notion, of "Stranger, danger" wouldn't be too bad.
My thoughts were interrupted as soon as I saw that my ride had stopped in the club I promised I would never step foot on.
Yet here I am to save another lost soul.
But this time, it was no longer myself.
As soon as I entered, I let my eyes wander.
There, I locked eyes with people who drank in celebration, heartbreak, and simply to let loose.
But how can I possibly find someone who I do not know the appearance of?
How do I find someone who refuses to be found?
Thus, I let my eyes wander then as if everything had gone in slow motion.
Bingo.
I spotted her.
How?
Because she was shining.
Because she looked sad.
Because out of everyone there, one only had the ability to look dashing despite being in such a state.
Because there she stood with a glint in her eyes that held a thousand emotions.
Because there she stood silent, with hundreds of people that somehow made her look lonelier than ever.
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disclaimer: I'm new to this fandom and running on my observations, please tell me if I've missed something.
Kaboodle SMP Theory lets go! Okay so we know what 2/3 of the primordial entities are, I think the third entity is the Elder Guardian. I also think that the Elder Guardian's host is going to start off as being Kaboodle, but then move to Maddie.
Okay so lets tackle the first part, both of the primordial entities we know of speak to their hosts and display some level of intelligence, this immediately rules out the warden as the primordial entity for the Overworld as they were shown as anything but intelligent in season 1. Not to mention if the warden was the primordial entity, it likely would have had Riice or Ivo as its host.
Another piece of evidence is that all of the primordial entities take the form of something unique to their home dimension. Wither skeletons are unique to the Nether, the Void is unique to the End. Water is unique to the Overworld, so it would make sense for its' primordial entity to be connected to it in some way. It also helps that we haven't seen an Elder Guardian or ocean monument in the series so far.
It would also tie back to the start of the series, the stronghold where Kab, Maddie, and Rae first met is underwater after all. Plus the library where the group learned about the primordial entities had several water features and was directly on the beach.
Plus cc!Kaboodle has stated she has intense thalassophobia, or fear of water. It would make sense if she took that fear and somehow worked it into the story.
With Clownpierce's colonization of the end, and the fact that Rae is likely going to be visiting the end soon; it would make sense if this season's plot revolved around taking him down and stopping whatever master plan he's been setting up.
Thing is, Clownpierce is OP as fuck. Odds are a deal with a primordial entity, similar to the one Kyle made would be necessary to take him down.
Now we get to the second part of the theory. I think the first host for the elder guardian would be Kaboodle cause 1 she's the main character 2 she has a repeated theme of sacrifice.
For a few examples; Pyro calls her a "necessary sacrifice" in season 1, in season 2 Ivory tries to sacrifice her post stabbing Maddie, 3 her stabbing Maddie could be viewed as an act of sacrifice to get her sanity back, 3.5 same with Izzy, 4 she also almost sacrificed her life to take Kyle down during the season 2 finale.
She's also one of the characters most connected to the primordial ones who hasn't been possessed by one. There's obviously her connection with Kyle, but there's also her interactions with Magic, with Pyro, etc.
Overall if anyone was going to make a deal with a primordial one, it would probably be Kaboodle. However I doubt other people would want her to do that. Which leads us to Maddie.
First off, Kyle would probably not be down given his experiences with the Void and the fact that he just got Kab back so he probably wouldn't want to lose her again.
Secondly, and more importantly, there is no universe where Maddie would be okay with this. Given Maddie's interactions with Artemis in the season 3 premire and just before the season 2 finale, it seems she has forgiven or is on the road to forgiving Kaboodle for the stabbing incident. She has also now had to abandon Artemis twice, so its unlikely she'd want to lose another little sister.
Maddie also has large themes of abandonment and running away. If Maddie did sacrifice herself, yes she would be facing the larger problem, but she'd be abandoning both of her families, possibly permanently, in the process.
Plus, Maddie just makes sense. Hear me out. If Maddie hosts the Overworld's primordial entity it mirrors Kyle hosting the End's primordial entity. She'd also complete the trio since Kyle's from the Overworld and Pyro's from the Nether.
There might be a few holes and I'm still new to this so please tell me anything I missed! Sorry for this being so God damn long lmao.
#kaboodle smp#Kaboodle#Clownpierce#pyroscythe#maddiemilkberry#idfk#fan theory#kaboodlesmp#Kaboodle SMP season 3
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Loverboy [Jotaro Kujo | Reader]
So, think I met Jotaro about⊠a month ago? Maybe a bit more. Iâm not the bad guy by any means â thereâs just followers of the cult all around. White-haired buzzcut guy spewing bullshit about revenge. Iâm young and breezy, I want no trouble. Iâm no part of no band â no delusions there. I just got friends, need to return favours and hooked on love. See, so thatâs the key most times. But also, like, you could call it a release and a sealant at the same time.
I was five when my momma told me stories about love. She ainât ever love my father, though. There were cigarette butts and liquor bottles all around the house. Nice little picture right there. No modern stuff. Sundresses and hats â she beat my ass when I asked what the weird balloons in my dadâs pockets were for. So, you see, love isnât all peachy all the time. Hard to fight for it. My momma fought for it constantly. Oh, and when she lost the battle, she was beaten. But like, repeatedly. Wore sunglasses a lot. Didnât curse, though. Bless her little soul. My father loved too much was all.
I loved a lot like him â high school came easy and popularity was a competition I didnât bother to win. Was mine to begin with.
I have my dadâs good looks and my mommaâs patience. The old man died some two years ago â his lady took off her ring way before but sheâs doing good in the nursing home. So Iâm what? Young, handsome, loving and just a bit weird. It makes me cool, though. How I got in with the friends Iâm currently doing favours for â you could see I had a falling out with a band, then a girl slapped me, and another one, and some pink shoes were in a dumpster down the street, my car bumper wasnât doing well, I switched locations, ainât nobody chasing me and, well, itâs a long story.
Iâve personally got nothing against nobody. Unless they disrespect love. And I can tell you Jotaro Kujoâs big on disrespect.
Disrespect this and that and him and her and â who are you to be calling women bitches when they just want a piece? God, you gotta thank them and give them love. So our main guy had a problem, dragged his geezer along for it â if Iâm not mistaken, a Frenchman, a cherry-lover and a weird shaman were involved, too. And the fucking dog â tell you the truth, dogs are no best friend, they the devil waiting for a weak spot to lunge at.
So, a merry band goes to kill a vampire with a big following. Of course some are going to get angry. Iâm not one of them, Iâve only listened to stories. Here and there, and this oneâs a dirtbag, that died, those were nasty, we laughed here and ran there, lots of failure and now weâre here.
Iâm not a man who fails â have that as a disclaimer. So, it might be forty days since I met Jotaro now. You know, for a big as fuck disrespecter, heâs trying to be smart and, I gotta give it to him, he manages. Dreams â marine or something biology. Fine with me. Not interesting since itâs got no love inside of it but hey, perfection runs short these days. And I know from experience itâs hard being a good guy.
So, if youâll be asking how I met Jotaro â we bumped once. Didnât say sorry or anything. That when I knew the favour will be a breeze when it came to conscience. No guilt can torment me over a guy who donât even say sorry when he bumps into you. Ah, but thatâs not the important point. So, this job takes a bit of devotion and some inspection. I have to be careful with schedules, placements and the time of day. I also need collateral damage. Iâm good at picking that shit out. Trust me on this. So Iâm doing my thing, following, looking, inspecting, analysing â shouldnât underestimate me when it comes to analysing.
I can sniff impossible love across a street. Cause some people just stink, you know? Jotaro especially. So it donât really matter who collateral damage is. All it matters is to find somebody as stinky. And thereâs this girl, man, theyâve probably talked twice or something of the sort. Share all their university classes. My momma would laugh if she knew I ever stepped foot inside a university. Back to the point. The girl stinks and Jotaro stinks. A match made in heaven. Pichit will have a fucking blast when I tell him about it later.
So, I got my collateral damage â a smarty pants with terrible hair. Sheâs got nice ears, though. Not big enough of a redemption but still. Nice feet, too. All I need is the placement and their universityâs got this gorgeous fountain. Green stuff around, birds chirping, nice things. If theyâre lucky, Iâll pin the time to two in the afternoon so they can have lots of sunlight. But that depends on circumstances, not on me.
Target â check. Collateral damage â check. Placement â check.
I need a time and thatâs all up to fate but inspection lets me believe it should be coming along soon. You see, their schedules just barely brush at the fountain each Thursday. For â what? â fifty days now, I been watching the moment come closer and closer. They gotta come in contact or nothingâs gonna work out. But I said, Iâm patient like my momma. And then weâve got about a second to go and the job is done. Itâs complicated shit when youâre telling it to somebody dumb. But I need lots of ingredients and, how do I dumb this down? I make prisons out of love. Here you go. Simplest description there is.
Iâm hanging around on the rooftop, swinging legs and all, waiting for lunch break. Iâll probably have to hang around for another week before I can get to work but, hey, sandwiches here are pretty good. I have a perfect view of the fountain, too. I push my sunglasses and I see that big disrespecter come out of the building. Itâs just the thing. He sits on the side of the fountain.
Some chick comes along begging for love and heâs being rude. And then my pretty collateral damage shows up â opposite direction, heading for him. Not for him, though. I know she sits on the other side of the fountain. But if thereâs contact, thereâs a miracle. Iâm hanging off the edge of my seat. Literally. If Iâm not careful, Iâll end up repaying favours from the clouds.
âYou, bitch, come over here.â Or so I can picture him saying it. His hand waves. The chick next to him is smiling â wait, shit, thereâs a spot on my sunglasses. No, no, sheâs frowning. My collateral damage stops in front of them. I lean down further and stick out my tongue in concentration. You know, the worst part is not hearing shit when you gotta keep a distance. Something splatters on my shoulder. Man, this is a brand new suit. Fuck that bird. Oh, this stinks. And while Iâm wiping at my suit with my glove â remind me to throw it away immediately after â thereâs a giant as fuck splash down by the fountain.
Correction, in the fountain. I nearly gape when I look. Shit, fuck, this is perfect. Golden opportunity if Iâve ever seen one. My collateral damageâs in the fountain, soaked from head to toe. Jotaro probably pushed her. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Oh, this is spicy. She slaps his hand away when he reaches out for some reason. Dude, why you gotta make it worse on the girl you pushed? But this is my moment of contact. And here goes the job.
You gotta meet my buddy â Loverboy. Real cute guy. So I snap my fingers and he snaps his and itâs done. Well, not that quickly, but when weâre out of the loop, it will be. And Iâll still have to wash the freaking suit the bird shat on. Pichit will be paying for it. Now, honestly, all I gotta do is sit and watch the show. Do hope they make it interesting for me.
âWhatâs going on?â Big wide eyes and clothes sticking to a shivering body.
âHold still.â A commanding voice. Sheâs standing in the fountain and she can feel the water creating nasty friction between her socks and her toes. Heâs looking around. Heâs got the same mean look he does every day. Itâs pissing her off because, all of a sudden, everybodyâs gone and heâs telling her to hold still like itâll make people reappear.
âDonât tell me to sit still, Kujo. This is weird. I need to try to find somebody.â She crosses her arms and his eyes strike her, glaring sternly even when heâs the one sitting down.
âI told you not to move.â He tries to reach for her but she huffs and turns around, crossing the fountain and making water pour on the ground when she steps out and shakes her head before heading for the building.
He glares at her back and cautiously rises from his seat. This is a Stand at work. But whose? He needs to figure out the ability and the range. Thereâs nobody around when he was surrounded by people a second ago. And why is (Y/N) the only one with him? It has something to do with the ability, heâs sure of it. Either that or sheâs the Stand user. A scream echoes and he whips his head in its direction. He sees brain particles splattered on the door frame as it crushes her.
Just let me make a small disclaimer again. I canât laugh in situations like this because Iâll be found quickly. But, man, seeing Jotaro the disrespecterâs shock when the door takes out my collateral damage â precious. Beyond precious.
And trust me, I donât like squashing pretty ladies. But this oneâs in for a lot of squashing and impaling and whatever else I can think of. Because, you know, I gotta make things plausible. Not just dangerous. And with how little chemistry thereâs here, one or the other is sure to walk away from the safe starting point I picked out. I just have to wait for it and bam. But also, I didnât actually think the door would work. If it hadnât, I wouldâve probably resorted to a bit of legwork. And I always have to kickstart shit because itâs not fun if I just leave them be. We all need a shock factor. Anyway.
First try. First fail. I think Iâm aiming for twenty or so. Sounds plausible. Jotaroâs strong and heâs seen some shit so heâll beat the average ten. But whatâs twenty battles when youâre losing the war? Yeah, exactly â nothing. Oh, this will be quick, easy and fun. I love when things are quick, easy and fun.
The same vacant yard. The same building. The doors are intact. Jotaroâs back to sitting down. His eyes widen and he glances at the fountain. Sheâs there and she makes no attempt to stand up. Wet from head to toe, staring ahead. She canât see anything.
âStand still now,â he commands immediately, reaching out a protective hand to prevent any movement in case she tries to be reckless again. This is without a doubt a Standâs ability. But it doesnât give him any hints as to the range and the essence of it. It gives him nothing besides the fact they shouldnât go into the building. It would be safest not to move at all.Â
âI died.â Her voice quivers and her shoulders are shaken by violent tremors when he looks down at her. âIt was real,â she whispers blankly, eyes wide with horror. His lips purse. He canât make sense of this just yet but he knows now at least sheâs not the Stand user. In that case, he has to protect her. He tells her sheâs fine and she registers his presence. âYouâre not the one who felt it! Kujo, I fucking died! It--- my fucking arm and my head---â But sheâs frantic and he has to lean over to grasp her shoulder.
âQuiet. Iâll get us out.â He lets it slip and she immediately asks if he knows whatâs going on. âNo. Not yet.â His eyes are scanning the space. The building seems empty. Thereâs no place around the yard that can hide a person and a Stand. It could be a long-range. Sheâs asking him what he knows. He keeps quiet. Approaching the building is dangerous. The opposite direction could be safe. Heâll have to test it. Whatâs the essence of this ability? Encapsulation, isolation â but a normal human is here, too. He hasnât encountered such ability before. Sheâs saying he has to tell her because she died back there. He sighs. âThis is the work of a Stand user. Our circumstances are the ability of the Stand.â
âAnd a Stand is?â Sheâs staring at him doubtfully while he explains a Stand is the manifestation of the ownerâs soul and nobody knows exactly where they originate from. âSo⊠a manifestation of somebodyâs soul wiped everybody out and killed me?â She seems more and more dumbstruck by the second. She tries to scoot closer to his edge of the fountain.
âI donât think everybodyâs wiped out.â It would be impossible. A Stand cannot have such instantaneously giant destructive power and wield manipulation of space at the same time. If it did and he was the target, he wouldâve died, too. She says that theyâve been wiped out and he shakes his head. âWe couldâve been transported.â Itâs the most plausible conclusion taking into account everything else.
âWhat, like an isolated case?â Sheâs staring up at him while he tries to surmise their surroundings again. Everything is faithful to reality but there are no other life forms besides them two. No birds when there were birds. No insects as far as he can see. Itâs a mental trick.
âItâs the only thing I can think of which would allow for a restart the moment you died.â Because bending reality and time like that was impossible even for The World. It could freeze time for seconds but it couldnât warp the physical world at will. Even Jotaro canât. And when she asks if this is a mental or physical space because dying felt pretty real to her, he snorts. âItâs a mental space, no doubt. Now I just need to find the Stand user.â
âBut if itâs a mental space, he wonât be here,â she argues instantly. His eyes narrow at her face â thereâs water trickling down it. He knows sheâs smart. He knows sheâs quick to soak up information â quicker than him. He likes that about her. She might even prove to not be a nuisance while heâs trying to figure this out.
âSo I have to gauge the ability more. If heâs here, Iâll find him. If heâs not, Iâll have to find a way out. Heâs affecting the space around us so itâs a relatively long-range Stand. Which means it might be useless in close combat. When we find him, weâre out.â Jotaro stands up and spins in order to inspect the yard from all directions. They shouldnât near the doors but can they go and check out the opposite side? And where would a Stand hide in here?
âYouâre speaking from experience,â she observes solemnly. He spares her one look and doesnât say anything. This requires more logic than it does strength. âWhat? So all of this is actually true and Iâm supposed to believe it?â Sheâs just a bit outraged. He makes a step towards the fence on the left.
âWhichever you choose, donât move.â The order is flat and harsh, and she sits in the fountain, crossed arms and a glare aimed at his back.
âYou say, while youâre moving. What are you doing?â He nears the fence and tries to estimate whether movement in any direction signifies danger.
Heâs about to look up when he can hear something moving down by his feet. The stone moves quickly but Star Platinum emerges just in time and grabs it as it's about to smash into Jotaroâs face. (Y/N)âs eyes widen at the happening. She canât see anything but the rock hanging in the air next to Jotaroâs head. It happens way too quickly. Star Platinum is busy when the fence bends and pierces his chest. The pain is so indescribably familiar and he hates it. The sensation of dying isnât so palpable.
âSeriously? You told me to sit still while you went ahead and died?â Her voice is loud and reproachful and heâs back at the fountain, sitting on the cold stone side while sheâs inside, wet from head to toe and scowling at him.
âIt wasnât my intention.â But this proves it doesnât matter who dies for the setting to restart. It also means the death isnât truly real â if it was, the job would be done since heâs the target. Thereâs more to this ability. And surely, thereâs a door of opportunity for them to leave its influence.
âLetâs just sit still and talk this time, okay?â She sits with her legs crisscrossed in the fountain and scoots closer. âWho is doing this to us? Not in the sense of a Stand user because Iâll just have to accept that part. I mean, who wants to kill us?â He sighs and says heâs the target since this is a Stand user. âYou have how many enemies?â She quirks a brow and he looks at the way she wipes the water off her face. The sunlight makes each drop glimmer.
âI thought none,â he says with an averted gaze. She huffs and gets to clearing the wet hair from her forehead. He glances once and regrets it. Her neck is bare and while sheâs flipping the hair behind her shoulders, he sees the way her shirt sticks to her chest.
âSo we canât figure out the personâs identity based on who youâve spited,â she concludes slowly. âIf youâre the target, why am I here?â He instantly dismisses that as unimportant. She gives a firm look. âI think itâs not. Now, I feel like youâre speaking Italian when youâre talking about Stands but theyâve got abilities. This particular one needs me here to be activated. So, is it a random pick or an ingredient?â He hasnât thought about it but itâs more important to find the Stand user and beat his teeth out.
âI canât say.â Itâs a random pick at best in his opinion. He canât be concerned with why itâs exactly her. But maybe he wonât be able to beat the Stand user seeing as this is a case of mental isolation. Could be a hallucination, an inner world, a visual trick or a way to manipulate and combine consciousness.
âWe have to inspect that. Maybe itâs the way to getting out,â she insists on pursuing what for him is a dead end and he snorts at her adamancy.
âFirst, thereâs no âweâ here. Second, all I need to do is find the Stand. Somebody is controlling our surroundings and if theyâre confined in a mental space, the Stand has to be here to observe and monitor it.â In the least, the Stand would be present. The user canât chart out a predictable script for their behavioural changes â he has to monitor and adjust his tactics according to their actions.
âAnd how do you plan on finding the Stand when we canât move from the fountain?â She argues with a challenging look, making him glare. âI think my approach is better for our circumstances.â So she crawls out of the fountain carefully and sits next to him, glancing down at his backpack. âCan I use your notebook?â He sighs and waves a hand to convey that she can do whatever she wants. He turns to observe the fence that impaled him. Like the door, it wasnât plausible for it to move in the way it did. Next to him, the girl chuckles. âThis is cute, Kujo. It looks a bit like me.â
âItâs not you.â His head whips so he can observe what sheâs talking about. Her fingers are leaving wet prints on his notebook and the page in the back is home to a sketch. He was bored and she was just two rows away. She was also the best subject. Her hair was nice that day. And she always seems to be immersed in classes she enjoys â her expression is very specific then. And pretty.
âIt has my signature bun. And those right here are my favourite earrings,â she points out with a smug smile. His jaw clenches and he turns away from the drawing. âYou had to look a lot to get the details. But my elbowâs a bit off. You werenât listening in Anatomy class.â Sheâs mocking him and her elbow is nudging his arm. He purposefully moves further away and glares at the building to his left.
âJust shut up, (L/N).â But he can feel heat creeping up his neck and crawling into his face. His teeth are gritted. So what if he drew her that one time? It was a mistake anyway. Like when he stares at her. Or asks for her notes. She asks for his, too. Theyâve had lunch together a few times. And just before the fucking Stand attacked, he mightâve been on his way to help her out of the fountain after the other girl pushed her and suggested that she wear his jacket.
âAre you embarrassed, Kujo?â She drawls with a smirk and water is dripping from the ends of her hair onto the notebook. She flips to another page so as to not ruin the sketch. âIâd show you how I made a cursive of your name when I was bored in Zoology but itâs drenched.â The offer makes him huff. His eyes are still on the university building on his left. She reaches into his backpack for a pen. âWhat if this is the link? I mean, us.â Heâs about to call it ridiculous when he hears her breath hitch. Sheâs toppling over and he just barely catches her.
The fucking pen is jabbed into her throat.
Sheâs choking on the blood and thereâs a gurgling sound just barely leaving her lips. His heart freezes at the sight. Her eyes are staring at him pleadingly. He swears heâs never felt this helpless. But also, this death is not real. Itâs not real. The pain is hot and terrible but itâs not real. Three blinks later, she tries to say something. Doesnât manage. And then sheâs back in the fountain and the water isnât turning pink because her bloodâs dripping into it.
He lets out a ragged breath and reaches for her. Her eyes are wide, brows pinched together and she grabs his hand with no hesitation, clinging to it like her life depends on it. The shock will become too much for her at some point. He has to get them out before that. He pulls her closer, and slowly coaxes her out of the fountain and next to him. Waterâs dripping from her, seeping into his clothes as he lets her cling to his arm for support and her breaths are quick and panicky.
He wonât be parting his eyes from her this time. Not for a fucking second. Heâs responsible for this.
âDid you get scared, Kujo? You donât let people touch you just like that.â Sheâs trying to mock him but sheâs trembling and he tells her to shut up before grabbing his backpack and tossing it across the yard. Her fingers are weakly clutching his jacket. Maybe itâs about time he gave it to her because this might be a mental prison of some sort, but the sensations accompanying every action are very real. âI got scared. I couldnât breathe. I donât want us to be here.â Her lips are pursed and slowly pries her hands from his arm so he can take off his jacket.
âIâll get us out.â He drapes it over her shoulders and she looks up at him, asking if heâll do it her way. His lips purse. He still sees no sense in that. âCrack the ability by discovering why youâre here?â She nods and swears thereâs a connection before asking if Stand abilities have ultimatums. He shakes his head. âTheyâre usually fit for combat. I havenât seen such a Stand before,â he concedes with a lowered head. She scoots closer.
âAnd if thereâs a way to get out without fighting it? It could be why Iâm here.â He quirks a brow at the inquiry. Getting out without a fight seems too optimistic. And this isnât supposed to be a puzzle.
âFor conditions to be met?â She nods and her hair is wet. She tugs the jacketâs collar so it envelops her back better. Itâs too big for her. Sheâs still shivering when, a minute of silence later, she asks if he has a Stand. âHis nameâs Star Platinum.â Thereâs a chance they wonât remember this after they get out.
âAnd youâve fought Stands before?â She looks up at him. Her eyes are big and they twinkle in the sunlight. His lips purse as he remembers Egypt.
âIâve killed their users, too. When a Stand dies, so does the user.â She doesnât nod but he sees the fleeting shadow of horror on her face. He doesnât want to scare her but sheâs the one asking the questions. Of course, he can choose not to answer them. He doesnât know why her presence predisposes him to honesty. Heâs talkative around her. Itâs weird.
âBut if this Stand userâs goal is to kill you, he shouldâve managed when⊠you know.â Her brows furrow and she puts a hand to her chin. The jacket slips off her shoulder. He reaches over and adjusts it. âAnd if the point of this is to restart when either of us dies, its goal lies in another course of action altogether. And maybe thatâs why Iâm here as an ingredient.â Her theory is as adamant as she is. But if her speculation is true, that means he either has to find the Stand or figure out the conditions he has to meet to get them out.
âWhatâs the course of action we need to take then?â He knows sheâs smart. He respects her because sheâs smart. She knows when to talk and when to think. Knows when to act and when to observe. Her intelligence has fascinated him since long before. But she only shakes her head now and says she hasnât gotten that far. Silence settles again. He thinks about the conditions and the position of the Stand. He thinks about how he can move and act without leaving her alone or putting her in danger.
âWhy have you fought Stands before?â Sheâs curious and he says itâs a long story. Quietly, he admits his mother was in danger. âHow long ago was that?â Sheâs looking up at him and he snorts. He doesnât like to think about it. When he thinks about it, he remembers Kakyoin. They couldâve studied here together.
âThree years.â And he got over it and kept going but he has so many nightmares itâs unbearable sometimes. He sees the pity slowly crawl over (Y/N)âs features. It makes her nose scrunch a bit at the bridge. Two wrinkles. Theyâre three when sheâs disgusted. And two between the brows when sheâs concentrating in class. âWhy did you ask for my notes in our first year?â He doesnât know why he asks it. She snorts and smiles.
âYou were so antisocial I wanted to be your friend. You also seemed grumpy all the time. I didnât actually need them but they were nice. Youâre really diligent, Kujo.â The compliment makes him click his tongue before he says thatâs not enough to cover up the fact she just called him antisocial. And the pity if there again for a second. âI get it now. So why did you give me your notes?â She asks in return and he rolls his eyes.
âBecause Iâm not a jerk.â She keeps staring like thereâs another reason. He remembers it like it was yesterday â she stopped him after class and roped him into a roundabout introduction before begging for his notes. And he caught her lying because he learned later that the corner of her mouth twitches when she lies. She lied that she didnât know his name. âYour smile was nice.â He canât believe the nonsense heâs spilling but she only chuckles.
âNot anymore?â He doesnât say anything when she teases him but he can deny it. Her smile is still very pretty. âYou know, Kujo, that time you asked my favourite colour.â They were having lunch. She asked his. And then she lied that she didnât know her own but he didnât press. Now her smile didnât twitch. âItâs actually your eyes. If it werenât for the muscles and the dark and mysterious aura, youâd have fangirls because of them.â He scowled at the mention of fangirls and she snickered. âWhat? You donât enjoy your fangirls?â
âNo.â He hates them, in fact. Because heâs here to study, not to be surrounded by hordes of obnoxious girls. She is the only girl whose presence he can tolerate. It might have something to do with the smile.
âAnd if I was a fangirl? Youâd be insulting me.â But he immediately says sheâs not, to which she nudges him with her elbow. âTrue. My approach is way calmer. And better. Staying quietly in the periphery actually brings me a lot closer.â In order to prove it, she scoots closer. Her shoulder presses against his arm and he decides to leave it be. Then she jumps up. âWait for a second, thatâs it!â
âStay down.â He grabs her wrist and tries to pull her down but she fights and turns to face him. Sheâs standing in front of him and their heights are levelled like this. He can see her eyes flicker excitedly as she tugs â not to free her wrist from his hold but to drag him along.
âNo, itâs fine. We need to go. Inside, right now.â He says her name when she attempts to rush off towards the building and his fingers clutch her wrist harder. He canât let her be harmed again. âHear me out, Kujo. You said the Stand at least has to be here to monitor us, right?â She talks the same way when sheâs cracked the code to a nasty question theyâve been asked in class. âAnd we donât get harmed unless we step away from the fountain or come in contact with anything that can be used as a weapon. This means the Stand is watching us from the periphery â from a place that lets it analyse which objects it can use on us. I doubt it can see through walls.â
âSo the building is a safe place,â he finishes her thought and she grins.
âExactly. And it kept me from going inside the first time because the door was all it could see.â It sounds logical. It sounds too logical and it also sounds like a weakness they can use to their advantage. He canât leave her alone so heâll take her along. He stands and her wrist wriggles in his hold. He lets go and follows her towards the entrance. Whatâs the only place that allows a perfect view of the fountain?
âItâs on the roof.â His eyes dart upwards. Theyâre closing in on the door when he sees the railing on the steps leading to the entrance rip itself from the concrete and bend in her direction. He acts quickly but not wisely. He pushes her out of the way but heâs the one who suffers for it. A scream gets stuck at the back of her throat. The door comes undone and pierces him.
So, I gotta tell you that love is all about sacrifice. That happening down there is no sacrifice to me. I mean, love is about sacrificing others, not yourself. Love is about power, too. My old man liked to sacrifice others and my momma was powerful â they had love right there, somewhere between the bottles and the weird balloons. Whatever happens, Jotaro the disrespecter canât love. Not really. Maybe his own mom, sure, but like â a piece of work like the collateral damage? Yeah, no way. Iâm confident about that. Like Iâm confident about a lot of other stuff.
Like when Pichit was about to break his leg on the rollercoaster or when Don lost his shoes and I told him the racoon got them. They donât believe shit, those friends of mine. But itâs fine because we have our bromance and sometimes, we trust each other. Like they trust me with this favour and I trust theyâll wash my suit after itâs done. Loverboy, I gotta tell you, has real good eyes. Like an eagle. And sure, he needs a spot to watch from but I always pick a good spot for him. Heâs my best friend because, you know, heâs me in a way. We both got good style. We love a lot and we hate people who canât love. Strongest bond ever.
I think I got him when I was sixteen or something of the sort. Couldâve been seventeen. But he was no scary thing to me. Actually, he was my buddy right off the bat. Took me a while to figure out what he does but, hey, every friendship needs time to blossom. Kind of like when youâre getting to know a girl and she can make a cartwheel but she also wears flip-flops often. You gotta measure the sacrifice. Do I love the cartwheel or hate the flip-flops? But Loverboy and I got no such problems. Weâre a good team and weâre strong in our own way. My momma used to say a friendâs there for you through thick and thin. No kidding. And that---
Ah, shit. Why do I have to waste so much time preventing stuff? I donât fail so we got that. But seriously â whyâs she protecting Jotaro now? Welp, here goes the sharp fence. I didnât pick the fountain as a starting point for nothing. I can do this all day and they canât stop it. Canât figure it out anyway. What, like theyâre geniuses? And Iâm told Jotaro likes to work alone so there ainât no chance in hell heâs going to warm up to teamwork, much less feelings besides frustration and helplessness when heâs in danger. He donât give half a fuck for my collateral damage, dragging her along or not. If he leaves her alone, I shoot my shot. I donât miss so thatâs that.
Oh, how cute, heâs giving her his jacket. If it was me, I wouldâve straight-up told her to take off her clothes. But the disrespecterâs not experienced or interested enough in true love tactics. Which proves to me Iâll be out of here and on my way in about⊠a second. Itâs always a second anyway. Less sometimes. Iâm good at mind games and not so much at calculation. But this donât take no calculation. It takes patience. I got more of that than them. More love, too. Oh, here goes again. Letâs do the window this time. Haha. Quick, easy and fun. Iâm having so much fun. Whatâs that? Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Theyâre inside. Shit. I wonât be telling Pichit this part. If he asks, they never got away from the fountain. If you try to tell, well, whoâs he gonna believe? You or me? Yeah, I thought so, too. Now I need to do some legwork. If youâll excuse me.
âI think weâll be fine here for a while.â He watches her slump against the whiteboard in the classroom on the second floor with a sigh. Water is dripping from her clothes and she grabs a marker from the professorâs desk. âLetâs get down to thinking. This is either a time capsule, an isolated loop or whatever. And weâre here. What do we have in common?â Sheâs writing on the whiteboard and heâs leaning against the first row where she usually sits.
âOur major,â he joins in the speculations reluctantly, making her shake her head. She writes down their names next to each other and hums.
âIâm thinking more character-wise. Itâs a bit like a grumpy-sunshine trope.â He clearly doesnât understand it and she clearly doesnât want to explain. She draws a small raincloud next to his name and a small sun next to her own. He scoffs. âSo, weâre opposites more often than not. We interact often. But why today?â He instantly says they canât be sure whether the Stand user chose today purposefully or just activated his Stand the moment he got here. âThe fountainâs a good spot he shouldnât have known about, though. Visitors arenât allowed on campus so heâs either sneaked in or is part of the student body.â For some reason, Jotaro doubts the latter. He would notice a Stand user in the student body.
âYouâre saying heâs inspected the place?â He asks with a frown and she points out the fountain is a perfect starting point that can be guarded at all times from the roof. He admits it is. This has taken some research at least. The Stand user would have to familiarise himself with the place. Which means Jotaro has gotten too rusty from living normally to notice his presence.
âAgain.â She taps the marker against their names and draws his attention back to the board. âWeâre opposites. What do we make of that?â He makes nothing of it because the Stand userâs goal is to get rid of him. By all means, itâs the only thing he can aim to achieve.
âNothing. Itâs a useless train of thought.â Jotaro snorts in a gruff voice and she tucks her wet hair behind her ear and frowns in disagreement.
âAnd I think itâs useful.â The moment she argues is the moment a stiff realisation crosses her features. Itâs a fleeting instant and then the words drop from her mouth. âOpposites attract.â Jotaro knows thatâs the law of magnets. So what of it in this case? She grows frantic the more she explains: âIf this is about opposite-sex isolation, it couldâve been any fangirl of yours. You even had one close by. The difference is⊠you donât like them.â Sheâs written down their sex and squints at the board before looking at him. âHave you heard about the experiments where they put a man and a woman in a dangerous simulation and observe the spike of their behavioural changes?â
âNo, and I donât see what thatâs got to do with anything.â He truly doesnât. She canât just weave a Stand ability out of thin air and unsupported speculations. Abilities in Stands are fit for battle, too â not social experiments. They usually differ according to their ownerâs character, temperament and ideology but the main rule stands â theyâre meant for combat.
âCould be nothing or everything. This Standâs ability reminds me a lot of that. A man and a woman are in an isolated space with their adrenaline constantly being stimulated. In situations like these, the couple tends to bond way quicker.â Sheâs blabbering and he crosses his arms, watching her sceptically.
âYouâre not saying this Stand is based on a social experiment meant to simulate love.â Itâs audible how much he truly doesnât believe in her theory.
âStimulate, not just simulate,â she corrects with a huff. âPairs who underwent the experiment had a spike in compatibility and are often recorded as dating in the aftermath even when they went into it as strangers.â He can feel sheâs lost the point of this. Theyâre talking about experiments that have nothing to do with their predicament and the Stand is probably looking for them. The building has five floors. How long would it take for it to catch up to their location? Jotaro suspects another five minutes at best. Two if she keeps being this loud.
âSo the point is to fall in love and weâll get out of here.â He glares when she smiles in approval. âCan you hear how ridiculous that sounds? And even if itâs true, how would the Stand user know how we interact? And wouldnât he rather put me in with somebody I hated and had no chance at all of becoming fond of?â He mightâve accidentally indicated he prefers her to any other girl he couldâve ended up with but she goes along with it, like she hasnât considered anything else.
âThink about it, though. That mightâve been his exact thought. He wonât put you with any of your fangirls because they like you already and they show it a lot. Maybe he doesnât know you so heâs just watched you and based on observation â Iâm the only girl who appears to be disinterested.â She indirectly hints at something, too. Heâs not dumb enough to miss it.
âAppears?â He echoes and the pointed intonation makes her lips purse as she considers what to say. She puts the market back on the professorâs desk and looks into his eyes. The green mingles with a bright baby blue and creates the perfect turquoise shade. She gulps.
âSure. If heâs had a limited observational period â two weeks or something to pick me out, he wouldâve seen that we barely talk and I donât swoon when I see you.â And Jotaro instantly defends that itâs exam season and theyâre busy, which just makes her nod along. âExactly. He might not know that. It might just be a miscalculation on his end. This is good.â She seems almost excited to announce it. He huffs and pushes himself off the desk. He thinks he can hear something.
âYouâre trying to convince me the point of this loop is to fall in love. Itâs ridiculous,â he states once heâs positioned right across the door. Heâs standing between it and her while she asks what else he can think of. The answerâs immediate: âThat weâve given the Stand enough time to sniff us out.â And when he puts a protective hand to tell her to stand back, her eyes widen. Maybe she can hear the steps, too.
âI love you.â But his eyes are pinned to the door and sheâs tugging on his jacket. âSay it back.â Her fingers tremble and her voice wavers. He wonât be saying it because even if thatâs the point, nothing will happen if itâs just words prompted by survival instincts. Then both of them can hear the windows behind her vibrate.
He turns around and cradles her head to his chest just as the glass explodes. She screams. Such a fucking cowardly Stand â canât even use its own strength to overpower him. Glass shards are piercing his face. Blood drips on her hair. He has to lure him out and fight him. Star Platinum is on edge, waiting for guidance.
âJust say it!â
But he doesnât have the time to part his lips when the door slams open. His vision is impaired â one of his eyes is positively blind and the other is full of blood. He feels her wrestle out of his hold and she canât see Star Platinum but she stands in the way. Itâs then he realises it might not be wise to let his Stand be harmed. But he doesnât want her to be harmed either. He blindly reaches for her in an attempt to tug her back. Her armâs in his hold and itâs too late. Through a red veil, he can see the blurry shape of a tall pink figure with flaming hair. And when her body falls back in his arms, the hole in her chest is visible. His heart flinches inside his chest. Star Platinumâs unharmed.
And then they're back at the fountain. In an instant, he turns around and his feet splash inside the water, glued to the stone under as his arms extend to he can hold her shoulders. Same exact time, sheâs crawling closer to the edge with her fingers hastily reaching for his face. Horror is coursing through their veins and they think one and the same thing when their eyes meet:Â Youâre fine. The relief is grand and visible, almost tangible in the air. No words are spoken as he draws her closer and she complies until sheâs on her knees and her arms just barely envelop his back, fingers desperately clutching his jacket. His digits tangle in her hair. His free hand is splayed over her back, between the shoulder blades where the hole was.
âYou were scared,â she mocks in a weak voice, face buried in his chest as he exhales, nose burrowed in her wet hair.
âShut up.â The command makes her chuckle. He was scared shitless. Heâs angry, too. Then she parts from him and her hands are damp as they cup his jaw. She slowly rises to her feet and he looks up. Her thumbs rub against his skin and when their eyes meet, thereâs the rage of a thousand suns in her hues. He likes the sight of it. He hasnât seen this side of her before.
âLetâs smash this guyâs face in.â She sounds deadly serious and he agrees. His fingers slowly wrap around her wrists and he stands up, head slowly turning towards the roof. Now they know where the Stand is. Heâll take her along and Star Platinum will be her bodyguard in case the fucking coward tries to pull another trick. If this is a mental space, Jotaro might be allowed the pleasure of beating up the Stand on his own.
When they step out of the fountain and kick their backpacks in the opposite direction, the fence acts up. It bends and its foundations tear the ground apart in their attempt to shoot in their direction. The attack is spoiled when Star Platinum prevents contact. And (Y/N) gapes at the fence suspended in the air, then he nudges Jotaroâs side and hums.
âIâm assuming I canât see your Stand but is he, like, strong enough to rip out one of the sharp edges from the fence for me?â And before Jotaro can tell her thatâs unneeded, Star Platinum does exactly as heâs told. She blinks at the fence that seems to be breaking on its own. Jotaro glares at his Stand. âI just think I need a way to defend myself. I took one year of fencing in high school.â And the rest of the fence drops to the ground but one metal rod with a sharp tip hangs in the air in front of her. She takes it from Star Platinum with her smile blindly aimed up. âThank you very much, Star. He can hear me, right?â She glances at Jotaro, who only scowls.
âRight. And heâs being way too complaisant.â She chuckles at the sour note in his voice.
âYou are, technically. A manifestation of your soul and will, if I remember correctly.â Her smile is bright and teasing, and he snorts.
When they head towards the door, a few stones try to create trouble. They evade the railing with no casualties and Star Platinum wrecks the door before it can collapse. Once theyâre inside, the danger is gone. Jotaroâs walking ahead and sheâs in the middle with Star Platinum behind her.
When they get to the stairs leading to the rooftop, the group stops and exchanges looks. Theyâre quietly ascending the stairs, Jotaroâs the one who breaks the lock on the door to the roof and (Y/N) clutches her weapon a bit tighter. Heâll make sure she doesnât need to use it. When he slams the door open, the Stand is caught off guard. Instead of fighting, it adheres to its cowardly ways. Only Jotaro can see it.
He gives chase and sheâs behind him, following even when she canât see their target. The Stand is cornered easily and, whatâs more, when it tries to use its ability to make a random inanimate object attack them, both attempts are foiled. Itâs probably weird for (Y/N) to sit still, unaware that Star Platinum is beating up the other Stand while Jotaro observes.
One of the punches seems to hit the switch.
God, this hurts. My momma didnât teach me enough to deal with pain. And whatâs this unfairness? The bad guy isnât supposed to win. Iâm not supposed to fail. I canât fail. This favourâs supposed to be quick, easy and fun. I love it when things are quick, easy and fun. My jaw might be broken. And my ribs. I can barely move. Fuck, I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. This wasnât planned. This canât be happening. The bad guy canât win.
And what if I was told not to underestimate him? I didnât. It was all perfect. So why was he working with my pretty collateral damage? Heâs not supposed to work in a team. Theyâre not supposed to get out before they off themselves. Fuck. I have to run. I have to run far and Pichit has to wash my suit and pay for the goddamn hospital bill. I ainât taking any jobs after this. I donât care about the followers or the favours. Fuck my friends, they didnât even warn me this could happen.
Ah, I just want to go back to my flat with Loverboy and order take-out. I want shiitake mushrooms and shrimp. My momma used to make them tasty. Fuck.
Everything is loud and bright. Birds are chirping and a fly is buzzing by the top of the fountain. The noises are everywhere â so many people talking at once itâs almost deafening at first. Jotaro is blinking at the water splashing around inside the fountain. There seems to be a small rainbow where the sun hits the miniature drizzle just right. (Y/N) is inside, wet from head to toe and staring up at him with parted lips and wondrous eyes.
Both of them are overwhelmed by the noise and the colours and the people. Some are having lunch, others are talking in small groups, walking around, crossing the yard, standing still, laughing, joking, and complaining. Voices and people everywhere. Even the girl who pushed (Y/N) into the fountain is still at Jotaroâs side, looking down at them with a scowl.
Everything went back to the instant they were transported by the Standâs ability.
Jotaro gets the very intense urge to get in the fountain and hug her. She, in turn, is struggling with her own wish to jump and tackle him to the ground in front of everybody. Instead, she grins up at him and he offers her a hand. This time, she takes it. His fangirl doesnât enjoy the sight. He couldnât care less but she obviously has a vengeful side to her because once sheâs standing to her feet, at least three people are looking at her wet form and Jotaro helps her jump out of the fountain, she slowly lets go of his hand and aims a big smile at the fangirl.
âThank you for this, Hori. Iâm indebted to you and I like how my hair looks when itâs wet. Iâll buy you lunch tomorrow, okay?â The girl blinks at her, utterly stupefied and just a bit disturbed. (Y/N) turns to Jotaro and smiles at him, too. âNow, should we go?â He sighs and they hold onto their backpacks while rounding the fountain. Jotaro knows theyâre heading to the rooftop.
âYou didnât make a scene,â he remarks on their way into the building. Sheâs just a bit wary of the door. Her shoes squeak down the hallway and people are staring at her weirdly. Sheâs not used to it because she forgets her appearance is supposed to inspire confusion.
âYouâre taking me out on a date later, Kujo. She deserves gratitude.â The quip makes the dark-haired male glance down at her doubtfully. He has to admit maybe he doesnât mind the idea of taking her out on a date. Most of all when it wouldâve taken him way longer to get out if heâd been on his own. Still, heâs just a bit surprised at how well sheâs taking this â mostly the aftermath that mightâve left her scarred. He hands her his jacket and she drapes it over her shoulders. âThanks. How about you donât kill the guy? I want to ask him about my theory.â
âYou look quite unaffected by the experience, (L/N).â The remark makes her lips purse. Even if the death wasnât real, the sensations were quite on point. He glimpses momentary discomfort on her face before she lets out an airy chuckle.
âI think weâre close enough to use first names at this point. And also, I might be a bit more adaptable than I thought.â In spite of that, Jotaro stays mad at the stupid fuck who intervened in their normal lives. She wouldâve been better off not living this. Theyâre climbing the stairs and the lock on the rooftop door is already broken when they arrive. Jotaro opens the door and expects a fearsome enemyâs attack. Heâs not prepared for the disfigured bleeding mess on the floor. Next to him, (Y/N)âs eyes widen in fright and her nose scrunches up. Three wrinkles for disgust.
âG-Get away from me!â The guy draws back in horror, splayed on the ground and trying to crawl back. He has two pink tresses in his blond hair. âF-fucking psychos! How did you---â
âLet me stop you right there,â (Y/N) says, stepping forward and glaring down at his bloody face. As far as Jotaro can see, heâs got a broken nose, a split brow and two busted teeth. His ribs are probably cracked. âWeâll walk you out of the university premises and you wonât come back ever. But before that, I want to ask you about your Standâs ability. Itâs a mental space, right?â The guy blinks at her.
âA loop, yea. B-But youâre fucking crazy and I donât have to answer any questions.â His voice comes out wheezy and squeaky. Heâs shaking in fear. Jotaro quirks a brow at his defiant behaviour and (Y/N) glances at the dark look on his face.
âI think youâll prefer it to the other option.â Sheâs not smiling but her voice is upbeat and placid. âNow, since itâs a loop in a mental space, was there a way for us to get out without beating your Stand?â She isnât nearly as disturbed by the sight of the beaten-up man. Jotaro thinks this much is enough although he wouldnât be against some more. An additional punch or two just to be safe. The guy spits out a spiteful spoonful of blood and snorts.
âYeah, the disrespecter here had to give up on shit a-and off himself because youâre not compatible at all and---â
âSo we had to fall in love or kill ourselves?â She cuts off with wide eyes, making Jotaroâs lips purse. The guy at their feet growls in outrage and points up at the dark-haired Stand user.
âT-Thatâs the whole point! He canât love shit and youâre the perfect collateral damage because you barely talk to him!â His words would have made sense if it werenât for her theory. Sheâs grinning and her hands are on her hips when she tips her chin proudly and looks up at Jotaro, who only averts his gaze in spiteful defeat. He shouldnât have let her come along. She couldâve gone through life without the knowledge she was right.
âI told you! I was right the whole time!â Her finger jabs into his biceps and she tugs on the jacket around her shoulders while clearing her throat and looking down at the guy again. Heâs staring at her like sheâs crazy. He probably thinks theyâll kill him or something. âI figured it out. Without the part about killing ourselves. Itâs a smart move but⊠we actually like each other, I think.â She gestures at them and the guyâs face contorts in utter disbelief. Jotaro clicks his tongue at the pathetic sight.
âSo thanks for the date.â His deep voice makes (Y/N) grin.
âY-You werenât supposed to⊠Y-You canât possibly, I watched you! You hate everybody! A-And---â
âLetâs get you out of here, huh? Youâre pretty shaken up.â She crouches in front of the guy and he doesnât dare strike her for fear Jotaro will act faster. They force him to his feet and heâs shaking like a leaf. Jotaroâs the one who has to support him on their way down the stairs. âDo you have a car or should we call an ambulance?â But heâs nearly catatonic because of the shock and doesnât answer. âI didnât think youâd beat the sense out of him, Jotaro.â She shoots Jotaro a look of reproach and he huffs.Â
âLetâs just walk him out and leave him outside.â Less than three minutes, theyâre sneaking out of the side door leading to the parking lot. Sheâs wet from head to toe and theyâre helping a bleeding man limp between the cars. When they reach the side entrance, Jotaro lets the Stand user slump down to the ground against the fence and glares at him. (Y/N)âs the one who crouches down, grips his nose and harshly pushes to the left. The guy screams and bites down on his tongue.
âI hope it hurt like a bitch. Thatâs for the long-term paranoia Iâll have around doors. And for making me see the guy I like being in pain.â Jotaroâs eyes widen at the action and her words, and then she stands to her feet, leaving the Stand user to whimper in pain while she heads back to the building. âDo you have anything to say to me about my theory?â She teases when Jotaro opens the door for her.
âItâs a bullcrap ability that wasnât supposed to exist at all,â he states with a huff. She smiles and says itâs enough that heâs a bit spiteful in his rejection, then complains that she needs dry clothes to attend her next class. He hums and he knows itâs out of character when he suggests: âWe can skip.â
âI didnât think you were a bad boy, Jotaro.â She smirks and he clicks his tongue. âWe do deserve rest after this. Mightâve been less than a second in reality but all the stress drained me. Are you hungry?â But both of them know neither had time to enjoy lunch and the experience messed with their heads in terms of orientation through time. He nods and sheâs very transparent in her offer. âCome over so I can change and maybe I can cook for us.â
âTraditional?â He questions with a quirked brow and suggests omelettes and miso soup. Heâs on board. And when theyâre heading for the main entrance, she asks if he thinks the guy will try to attack him again. He sees the uncertainty on her face and shakes his head. âHis Stand is the most cowardly thing Iâve seen. He wasnât much better. He wonât risk it.â
âItâs weird how he accidentally picked the right people,â she muses with a hum. âHe was so shocked we worked together, too. Do others think we donât get along, too?â He thinks whoever even cares enough to be acquainted with them is pretty much aware theyâre on good terms. And some â the ones she calls his fangirls â might even be suspicious regarding more. She wouldnât be getting pushed into fountains otherwise even though Jotaro is greatly annoyed by the fact girls have turned pursuing him into a competition with him as the prize.
âDo you care about that?â He glances down at her and sees her tug his jacket and burrow her nose in the collar with a thoughtful hum. Sheâs cute sometimes.
âDepends. Maybe not.â So he thinks the conversation is done for the time being. Less than a minute late, she asks: âHey, Jotaro, that one time we got to the classroom â would it have worked if youâd said it?â He knows exactly what she means and his blood runs cold in nervousness at the mention. Seeing as he refuses to answer, she nudges his arm with her elbow. He wonât say it. âOh, come on, we survived a shitload together, you can tell me that at least.â Her eyes are twinkling up at him pleadingly.
âWeâll never know,â he concludes in a gruff voice. Heâs scowling when she says she can just get the guy to activate his Standâs ability again and have them test her theory. But there will be no need for that. âIâll just beat him up again.â Heâs glaring, tipping his hat lower, and she laughs. Itâs a nice sound.
âYouâre red, Jotaro.â Sheâs annoying. Annoyingly smart, too. His face is red, sheâs smiling knowingly and sheâs pretty even when sheâs annoying. He doesnât say anything. He doesnât need to. It wouldâve worked.
#jotaro headcanons#maaaan jotaro kujo is a big boy#jotaro kujo x y/n#jotaro kujo x reader#reader insert#x reader#jojo x reader#jojo fanfiction#i know many don't know about my love for jojo but here it goes#wrote this in two days and am hyped to post it#even tho the storyline do be wobbly#i dreamed it btw so that's my excuse#JOTARO IS SO FUCKING UGHSSHDBHDNAKJNFS#frothing at the mouth#this man is just... perfect yes gimme#anyway 10k words for a 20-min plot#anyway enjoy?#also villain pov because i'm experimenting with unreliable narrators
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Replying to a STAY on YouTube
(I've had to publish the YTube comment here as YTube wouldn't let me post it there because of how extensive it was xdd anyways):
Hi, firstly, I'm sorry for replying so late! I was moving into another house lmao đ and secondly, sorry again, because I already know my reply will be long as h3ll (because I'll give you the links but I'll also answer your reply and comment some things so that you and others can know more about MinBin and its rather different/weird fanbase, as there are many interesting things I've found out that are worth-shared!). That being said, let's begin! (Links are embeded in point number 2):
1) About them combining so well: it's not just a perception of yours, it seems to most probably be the truth (disclaimer before starting: tho that doesn't mean anything else, of course xd, and I'm not invalidating MinSung just because of MinBin getting along so well; I don't care about ships in that sense, I just adore them as, I think, both of them are probably the most wonderful bonds w/ Minho because of how well Han and Bin blend with Minho), as shown by the "⥠Kids Room" series: in Minho's episode, Changbin beat everyone, and he did so effortlessly. Every single one out of about 7 rounds. I strongly recommend everyone to watch this episode as there's a lot it can be learned from, about Minho and Changbin as a duo but, most importantly, as them as individuals. Chan only became the chosen one at the end because Minho thought it'd be funny to get rid of the one who was doing it all perfectly, just for the sake of a plot-twist. So yeah, just Minho doing Minho-ing xd Quoting: "Number 1 (Changbin), you've been alive for too long, haha bye, it's been funny!" -- Of course Minho would do something like this. However, that doesn't take away the fact that still Changbin always responded in the precise way Minho liked, plus they even thought the exact same in some cases: "Samba!! I thought of it too!" or when Minho comments "That's exactly what I thought." And just an annotation: although it could be that Minho is choosing the same person over and over again just because it'd be funny to toss that person away at the end (which would arguably be a very Minho thing to do xd), it seems rather unlikely, as he actually seems to be taking it quite seriously, as it can be seen in the way he took seriously Jeongin's response, alongside other ones: whenever he found a response he didn't like or found "illogical" to him, he didn't even hesitate to reply in a direct, sometimes slightly harsh way. So yeah, he was actually taking it quite seriously, he wasn't picking the same person over and over just to get a funny sketch out of it at the end.
This is just one of the multiple times when Changbin and Minho's personalities have shown to be patently compatible (again, that doesn't mean others aren't compatible, or that MinSung aren't compatible; quite the contrary: they are, a lot), and I could enumerate all of the things that make them so compatible, from a psychological point of view (I'll graduate from Psychology at University, so yeah, I'm studying Psychology xd I love the human mind), but this message is already way too long. I'll just comment one thing: they both LOVE having experiences, experiencing new things (which can be explained because Minho is a 6w7 and Binnie is a 7w8 if I don't remember wrong, at least according to people in PersonalityDataBase; they share the 7 urge to "experience" and "obtain"), having fun is something crucial and quintessential to them, which can be seen in the way they're always goofing around (I don't say it, the members said so in a radio show: "you two are the worst at dance practice: you're always goofing around!"). In contrast to this, for example, we have Han, who on the contrary prefers to "gather" in a much more controlled and known environment: he is always gathering information while staying at home, watching YouTube, as he's explained in many occasions.
(Again, I'm utterly sorry for posting such an immense comment, and for my English too: it's my 3rd language and I'm only 20, so I'm sorry if there are any linguistic flaws x'd. I know I shouldn't post such a long comment here on YTube, that maybe I should return to Tumblr to publish all of my essays regarding K-Pop groups and other themes, but I'm scared to de4th because people is unscrupulously diabolical, without a modicum of logic or rationality in their bodies. Freedom of speech is de4d, something intrinsic to the Cancel Culture era (I already got a bit canceled on Twt) for being too logical. I know it's nothing new, but I can't stop being disappointed. )
LINKS
2) The links! (Gosh, finally) · Here there go the links + what I've noticed about Bin's community.
If I had to start over, I'd watch them in this order, more or less:
1-2) Shunbun vid 1: https://youtu.be/W1dhR4H8-g4?si=6R0eRqYpuXcLEH8f
1-2) ELIAKAI vid 1: https://youtu.be/wgYXzVVqPh8?si=s9PI7jmg3UzVThNV
(the vid that made me discover MinBin; amazing. The most watched MinBin video in her channel for a reason). Talking about the MinBin fanbase, first of all, and let's take ELIAKAI as an example, as she's therefore the MinBin creator who made me discover it existed such thing named "MinBin" (before stumbling with one of her/his/their videos, I had never even thought Minho and Changbin could be an actual ship): it stands out how beyond artistic and "deep" most MinBin supporters are (it's nice to see how everyone is different; exmaple: imo, ChangJin fans are definitely the funniest, and sweetest, as far as I know). I think I've never seen "ship" videos with so much artistry, artistic sensitivity and deep thought, at least within the 4th Gen group fandoms. We could resume it with the word "angst" xd. It's something I can't explain here as it's already too long, but you'll probably understand it if you watch some MinBin videos. Her videos are made in a way that makes the spectator feel a kind of love that's unspoken, that not even them can individually say to themselves or to the other.
Eliakai's videos are always outstanding (not only MinBin videos), I can't begin to explain how amazing she is (and how beyond talented!). She doesn't over-analyse, she just shows what they've done and said, and lets you reach your own conclusions, while adding some story-like ambiance (which will lead immature people to take as "they're in love 100%" as they don't understand it's slowed down just for the sake of artistry). She just exposes the FACTS, without blatantly manipulating, but people can misunderstand it and take it as a proof for something else. Of course sometimes it can get too cheesy and fanciful with the slow-mo clips and all, but it's still way better than 99% of the fan-made "ship videos" out there. Her vids are a nice merge of thought, creativity, objective observation and artistry. Of course the "slow-mo" clips don't demonstrate sh!t, it's just part of the artistic ambiance. Not everything is made or added for the sake of an analysis, but toxic fans don't seem to understand it.
3) ELIAKAI vid 2: https://youtu.be/GC5nFRf5Lk?si=UUrlc6kv7JphXN-m
The 3rd vid I'd see if I had to start over. It actually causes me some pain and I have so many things to say about this video, as it's actually portraying something extremely relevant, but it'd be so long. I'll publish it on Tumblr I guess. Anyways, I just say this: let's dive into an hypothesis. What if they liked e/o? Not MinBin but any two people, in any group or any place where this kind of relationship is punished. Do fans realize that accepting your own feelings, and then also confessing and THEN starting a relationship can be extremely difficult in this world (even much more in their society)? I had, and I'm still having, such a h3ll of a time accepting I like women way more than I like men and that I'll probably marry a woman, even if my family kindly supports it and I'm in one of the most progressive countries when it comes to LGBTQ+ acceptance. Therefore, I can't even imagine how DIFFICULT it could be for any of the LGBTQ+ idols to accept themselves (I'm not saying MinBin are). It's not only that society tells you "you're sick/wrong", but YOU also think so, it's you yourself who has it the most internalized, even more than society (therefore it's definitely not surprising that most homophobes turn out to be LGBTQ+ years later). So, the fact alone of realizing you like someone you're not supposed to like can already be beyond difficult to THEM, not just to society. If that's not enough, we have a huge plus here: Minho and Changbin are the type of people who'd have EVEN MORE of a hard time accepting their feelings, as they tend to keep everything chilling, fun and lightly, on the surface, not diving deep into things that may hurt them (they've shown it in uncountable occasions). That's what I madly love about this video. The lyrics exactly depict this: "I might never be the one you take home to mother. but I can be the one tonight." -- Acknowledging you have no possible future with that other person, in this world, and therefore spending all the time you can have with that person, pretending it's not serious and you're just friends: "we're just being silly, it's not something serious, it's not that we're in love, we just want to experiment and play". You don't even confess to that person, irregardless of how sure you are that you both like e/o. You simply can't, it's bigger than you. It has happened to me with almost every female best friend I've had. I can tell you all: confessing to them is the last thing I'd do. So I somewhat imagine (just imagination, people, I'm not stating this as a fact) MinBin this way too: I imagine two friends who flirt, play with the other (as it's the only way they can interact without thinking of something serious), act like Tom&Jerry⊠They stay low-key, they don't wanna break their friendship by confessing to the other. They try to think of something/someone else, and they achieve it. But feelings sometimes never vanish, and there's still a remaining. And someday they'll get married, probably with a girl. They'll have kids and live a "socially-accepted" life as they, who have very much probably felt weird inside, have always unconsciously dreamt of. But whenever the group meets again, or they both meet again, there'll be some unresolved issues hovering in the air, the reminding of some unspoken tension years ago. 4-5) ELIAKAI vid 3: LeeKnow is like sea wind https://youtu.be/u2U3ElodDdo?si=BfvObWdLJ90F4hw
Okay, too much "angst" and story-like vids, I guess. Here I leave some more chill and short vids I found out:
4-5) Shunbun vid 2: https://youtu.be/Jm63wsoqS2U?si=fBM1cB6R8ZcfOXve
6) ELIAKAI vid 4: https://youtu.be/BCQi1H3ZfPM?si=eOpmTwLwwi43kLTX
7) Lavern (one of my fave SKZ content creator) also has a series of vids regarding MinBin which I think is VERY worth watching! (like all the other series of the channel)
And finally, here I leave the link to Minho's episode: Minho's "⥠Kids Room" episode: https://youtu.be/rbLMIUU0jzI?si=ZO3M95mA4VAaP0Wj
There are many more videos and, also, I recommend to watch all of Eliakai and Shunbun's videos, not only MinBin ones, as they're too talented and it's a shame there's not a lot of STAYs who support these channels. For instance, as I'm Jisung biased (maybe it was something unexpected? People must think I'm MinBin biased or Changbin biased, lol, which is understandable) I adore the video she created for Han, as it depicts why I connect so much with him (https://youtu.be/Rxm8LfXPHpg?si=z52cNdQY-SuIU63Q), or this BinSung vid: https://youtu.be/a4ZehDaeA_A?si=jsm8T-Y3dRl8gCr6. Also, I think it's quite interesting how many MinBin fans are hardcore HyunSung enjoyers too; my top 2 ships of SKZ may now be MinSung and MinBin, and then ChangJin, ChangLix, ChanLix and HyunIn, and also 2Min and BinSung, but I also find HyunSung a very interesting, wonderful and unique dynamic, considering all they went through together).
I also leave the link to the most known channel about MinBin: https://www.youtube.com/@stayminbin
Again, I'm SO SORRY for writing such an extensive comment (exactly 2320 words⊠gosh), but I hope it was worth it :( I will publish my MinBin essays on my Tumblr (https://www.tumblr.com/minsungderstandings) and on Wattpad. Things such as how Minho adapts to everyone and acts slightly different when it comes to every member (and how, surprisingly, he doesn't seem so "intimidating" and "dominant, agressive" when he's interacting with Changbin and instead he really acts soft and sweet, genuinely, organically, not pretending or trying to be this way in order to protect and show care for the other person, as I suspect he does with some members, but because he WANTS to, which surprised me A LOT).
Pease remember to not take everything I say too seriously, I don't have the absolute truth (I wish I had xd), I may be wrong about lots of things, so I don't even take it seriously myself, I'm humble in that sense xd.
Have a splendid day!! <3
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Life update-24th February 2023 (Updated and edited on 27th February 2023) [Part 2]
Author's note: This life update is entirely based on the writer's own personal point of views in life plus the views in this post here are entirely reflected based on the writer's own personal experience in real life.
Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse and depression
My personal blog: https://realpaulaleah4everwrites05.blogspot.com/
My Twitter: https://twitter.com/Goallisha
Part 1:Â https://aggold15hi01.tumblr.com/post/710375084394708992/life-update-24th-february-2023-updated-and-edited
Plus speaking of verbal abuse; you know I have been through an intense amount of countless emotional abuse as I didn't feel way too good about the emotional abuse that I have to very much go through in my very own life additionally I just don't feel truthfully okay at all as you know I have been through an intense amount of an endless amount of emotional abuse throughout my whole life plus at first I may not truthfully pay too much attention to the whole experience of verbal abuse at first when I was younger but now as I got authentically older; I do know that any forms of abuse does seems to be authentically/ truthfully/ truly and greatly/ intensely inexcusably dangerous/ perilous/ hazardous yet they are truthfully nasty and awful as they do felt mentally traumatizing for  anyone and yet they are authentically (And completely) unacceptable in any different types of forms to be honest FYI.
Sorry, it is just that I am feeling truthfully upset additionally it is just so hard for me to realistically be happy and upbeat yet having to be so positive all the time as already this is the personal reason why I am very seldom at Pinterest most of the time in general because of their "Toxic positivity" type of energy and this is the reason why I sometimes I don't truthfully like Pinterest at all.
Additionally let's just say that I am feeling deeply and genuinely upset at the two people who are greatly responsible for both the yelling towards me but also intensely and equally responsible for having to make a verbal threat on both taking away the technology devices that I have with me and having to smash all of it with the full-force of their energy into trillions of tiny pieces of fragments plus having to throw all of the remains of the tiny fragments into the trash plus already: I am deeply feeling traumatized by what they had spoke to me and if they did truly; I am going to cut all ties with them and having to save all of the money which means no more takeaways; no more buying books and no more living in a permanent home as I am sleeping from one place to another as a homeless person whilst having to be on the run authentically.
Also; let's just say I am feeling a lot more upset these days more so than you realistically/ actually think.
Plus if you ever do get abused in either one of the methods of the abuse; two or more; in the words of the late *Michael Jackson on one of his famous song "You are not alone": I am going to truthfully share this again just in case if you are not feeling authentically okay to be honest:
"That you are not alone:
I am here with you;
Though you're far away,
I'm here to stay:
But you are not alone,
I am here with you:
Though you're far apart,
You're always in my heart;
You are not alone"
(*Note of disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the song as I give credits to the people (including the late Michael Jackson himself) who did worked on their magic behind the scene to create this magical piece of creation whilst having to enjoy this song universally and equally.)
As you can tell; I did feel authentically sorry for the people who did have to truthfully suffer in the hands of the people who is truly and deeply responsible not only for the way that they did abuse them (Not just emotionally but in any different types of forms FYI--including both physical and ****** abuse as well.) except to also simply force them to have a relationship with them when there isn't a genuine chemistry/ attraction between the both of them/ both parties.
#My writing#my own writing#my own words#my own thoughts#my own creation#personal#personal life update#real life stuff#life update#my own post
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Linking Adventure!!!
OKAY SO I FINALLY CAVED
iâve been daydreaming about link redesigns for years but always figured it was too big a project or nobody would want Yet Another Link Redesign but i actually love every link redesign iâve seen and there have been more and more lately (props you guys theyâre all awesome) so here are mine! i have no intentions to turn this into a full AU even if i do have the plot for it kicking around my brain, i just wanted to share my fun character ideas :3 obligatory disclaimer that this is not LinkedUniverse (or linkedmaze, or linkverse, or bonus links, orâ) so donât tag it as such!
itâs called âLinking Adventureâ because *cough* maybe it was an adventure but also because the Point of the adventure is to link the three timelines together before the universe disintegrates. fun! this selection of links, then, is all the ones who get recruited for the quest.
hereâs how that went down btw:
Hylia/Zelda (âVegaâ in this AU): UGGGGH SkSw Link (âAltairâ in this AU): whatâs wrong? Vega: I JUST COMMUNED WITH THE GOLDEN GODDESSES Altair: oh no Vega: THEY LET THIS NINE YEAR OLD BREAK THE FABRIC OF REALITY. TWICE Altair: oh no Vega: AND NOW THEYâRE TRYING TO FIX IT Altair: yay? Vega: BY SMASHING ALL THE REALITIES TOGETHER Altair: oh dear. where is this? Vega: in like a buncha millennia Altair: oH. so wait where will you be you at the time? Vega: I doNât KnOW! Altair: can i help? Vega: yes please Altair: cool. how do i do that. Vega: Iâm gonna yell at Nayru and get her to yeet you into the future. thereâs three heroes, one in each timeline, whose help youâre gonna need Altair: nice Vega: Oh also go grab the Hero of Legend, too. Heâs pals with her oracle and will definitely come in handy Altair: sick Vega: cool okay so to stabilize the Convergence youâre going to need to find the full Triforce in each era and merge them togetherâthat should hold most of reality together pretty solidly. youâll need each timelineâs master sword to do that, though, since itâs the only artifact strong enough to withstand that kind of power. Also you canât bring your own Master Sword because that might break reality. iâm sorry. is that too much? youâve done so much already, you donât have toâ Altair: this isnât like last time, though. iâve got more experience, thereâs no demon king to fight, and youâll be safe. thatâs all that matters. Vega: thank you. so much. Altair: just donât erect any statues in my honor while iâm gone Vega: no promises!
and then he went and found everyone and they had a little adventure. hereâs the gang! (transcriptions and clarifications of the handwritten text under the cut)
And hereâs just some concept sketches about how theyâd all fit together as a team
transcription: Favored battle positions (this is really loose) Windâ ranged support Altairâ taking out main enemyâs weak point Fireâ high damage output Travelerâ distract enemy Nightâ misc.
Anyway! donât expect more content of this! i just donât have the patience for comics and i wouldnât want to tell the story any other way.Â
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FIRE: âThe Big Gunsâ [LoZ 1 & 2] 19 yo (she/her) Nicknamed herself for her favorite spell - uses she/her, donât question it - has Down Syndrome & ASD - is mostly nonverbal - can speak with a stutter but prefers to sign - if she gets emotional while signing, her hands Will catch fire - abandoned as a baby and raised by fairies - insane magical potential - near-constantly casting life to counteract various health complications - her favorite spell is fire. - she did not hide from Ganonâs cult - fiercely protective & loyal - is very no-nonsense; to the point - when she casts fire, the ends of her scarf flare out like fairy wings - her hands always glow faintly so she can be âheardâ in the dark - solves problems with fire - prefers to speak with actions over voice or sign
TRAVELER: [aLttP, OoA, OoS, LA, ALBW] 17 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his passion in life - LOVES adventuring & traveling - hates fightingâprefers to avoid/distract enemies - incredibly fast & agileâattacks by surprise - the lightning strike just before Koholint made him almost completely deaf - and gave him arrhythmia (tachycardia) - gets chest pains/short of breath sometimes - when heâs backed into a corner, heâll go feral with his magic rods - kidâs a walking encyclopedia - super kindheartedâcannot refuse someone who needs help - incredibly curious & nosy (if someone needs help, he will find out about it) - prefers to sign, but can still talk, since he could hear for most his life, but sometimes heâs hard to understand b/c heâs been deaf for a year. - his eyes are really, REALLY vibrant blue ever since he used the Triforce the second timeâthey glow faintly in the dark - somehow more level-headed when in danger than when heâs safe - heâs like a freaking cockroach he WILL NOT die - damage reduction items have no effect on pain <3 - pretends Koholint never happened (claims to have only been on 4 adventures) - âšavoidance copingâš (Dialogue Sample): âhey, is this place upsetting you? If it helps, Iâve catalogued 4 separate exit routes and have strategies set up for handling all the monsters weâre likely to encounter here!â (Outfit Description): he has pegasus boots, the magic cape from aLttP (which turns him invisible and invincible), the Protection Ring from OoA/OoS (which makes him take 1 heart of damage from every attack), the red tunic from ALBW (which reduces damage taken by 75%), and the Heart Ring L-2 from OoA/OoS (which heals him over time)
WIND [WW+PH] 14 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his position as Wind Waker and his love for the oceanâs breezes - ADHD (hyperactive) and misophonia - he will flip out if a noise bothers him too much - somehow, he always seems upbeatâmaster of mind over matter - never loses sight of the big picture - can be curled up in a ball, crying, hands over his ears, and still say with full certainty that he loves life - âIâm not okay, but I will be, and thatâs enough for me.â - If he loses hope, the world is literally ending - Really Freaking Good with a bow and arrow - his ice, fire, and light arrows are so OP - uses one of Tetraâs cutlasses ever since he jammed the Master Sword into Ganondorfâs skull - heâs had a no-killing-humanoids policy since then, too (clarification: heâll only kill things that burst into purple smoke upon death) - even though Phantom Hourglass took 10 irl minutes, he counts those months towards his age - has no items from PH except for the empty hourglass - the Pirateâs Charm around his neck glows faintly in the dark. members of the Royal Family can speak through itâeveryone else can only play the messages heâs recorded on it - oh yeah, he can record and play audio messages on it (Dialogue Sample): âhow dare you! thatâs the same as just giving up!â (Outfit Description): friendship bracelet Aryll made (a set of 4 for her, Tetra, Wind, and Grandma); bracelet of grass he learned how to weave in the Ocean Kingâs world; custom made coat a 13th b-day present from Tetra (heâll grow into it); socks were a gift from Aryll
ALTAIR [SkSw] 22 yo (he/him) Nicknamed himself for his Loftwing, who he named after the brightest start in Aquila, the eagle constellation - ADHD (inattentive) - has prophetic dreams - Team mom energy - usually tries to avoid combatâfocus on support/defense (clarification: unless he deems it appropriate to draw his sword, in which case, Oh No) - may or may not be the King of Hyrule - he is trying to be very diplomaticâlikes to talk things out - loves talking about everyoneâs feelings but his own - heâs the kind of person you grow really close to really fast and tell everything to and then realize several months in that you know NOTHING about him - kind of under a lot of pressureâacts like it doesnât affect him so people still feel comfortable coming to him for help - heâs nominally in charge cuz Hylia sent him to grab the others but he honestly doesnât careâitâs all Laissez-faire - unless you make him angry - itâs very hard to make him angry - but when he is, heâs like a completely different personâgrows completely silent and becomes brutally efficient - his left eyeâs been purple ever since Demiseâdonât worry, itâs totally fine and normal for it to be doing that.
NIGHT [TP] 23 yo (she/her) Nicknamed herself night because night is what comes after the twilight and she felt really lost after the events of TP - just kind of a girl dw about it - what happened to her leg? well she HAD it when she fought Ganondorf... idk where it went~ sheâs got her knee but nothing below that - she got that canon repair guy to make her a new leg - it has a gun in it. it shoots explosive rounds & has 10 shots - sheâs ambidextrous and decided to take full advantage of that by dual wielding blades - ever since she lost her leg, she had this awesome fighting style where she switches frequently between hylian and wolf, darting around the battlefield on 3 legs before shifting into a hylian in midair, lashing out with both blades, and landing as a wolf. sheâs very good at it but after a long battle sheâll be sick for a little while from the magic. - takes on the leader role determinedly. fiercely protective - she cares so, so deeply and honestly all the time. it hurts so much but she canât help it and doesnât want to. sheâll keep caring even if it kills her. - has, on some level, lost hope that sheâll ever be happy. Ordon feels intensely wrong, somehow, and she doesnât know where else to go. everywhere she goes, she feels trapped. - Midna said âsee you laterâ and then destroyed the portal. Night doesnât take people at their word. She wonât be vocal about it, but she wonât believe them, either. - harbors distrust towards Altair but still cares so deeply for him. fully expecting to get backstabbed and that the pain of it will kill her (clarification: this killing is metaphorical)
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Scars, chapter 1
A/N: Yes, Iâve got WIPS. Yes, this is the BIGGEST trope in the Bucky!Universe, BUT I cannot for the life of me get this story out of my darn head. Thus I simply had to write it out.
This will be a mixture of full throttle angst, smut and fluff, so be warned.
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Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x reader
Warnings: Language, mentions of blood, violence and death, slight angst
Chapter 1: Famous Last Words
You werenât supposed to be here. Your stupid friends had dragged you along under the guise of oh, thisâll be so fun! And you had begrudgingly gone with them to the stupid underground rave in some obscure section of the outskirts of New York.
And you hated it.
It was loud, everyone was either high or drunk, your friends had disappeared somewhere in the crowd, leaving you to fend for yourself at the rusty bar, that served as a stark reminder that you should disinfect your entire body, when you got home.
âAnother?â The bartender looked bored, but pointed at your beer. You nodded. Another hour and you were out of here, friends or not. He put the beer in front of you with a hard clang of metal meeting glass, and you thankfully took it, handed him the money and took a large swig, scanning the room.
You hated big crowds. No way you could keep track of everybody, the exits were obscured and you hated not having any plan of exit.
âHey, there, pretty girl, allââ you held a hand up to the sweating, blond man who had slid into the seat next to you.
âDo I look like Iâm in the mood to talk?â You asked, not even looking at him.
âI Justââ You silenced him again, a finger in his face. âAh. Turn around, leave me alone or I will throat punch you so hard, your children wonât be able to talk.â He sulked off as you finished your beer, setting it gently on the bar.
âBathroom?â You asked the bartender, who pointed down the hall next to him. Great, loved that for you. An empty, creepy hall with fluorescent lights? What could go wrong?
Apparently, many things can go wrong when taking a wrong turn in a dark, empty and creepy hallway.
Mainly, you might stumble onto something, you definitely shouldnât have seen. Like maybe holding cells full of dried blood. Or an operating table thatâd seen better days, also full of dried blood and various other fluids. Or, maybe, maybe it would be the mountains of files strewn around the room marked Experiment 34B, section 12, test 67.
And yeah, maybe you shouldnât have grabbed some of the files, covered in what looked like bile and droplets of blood and gore, but the investigative journalist in you just couldnât help it. Especially when you saw a date ending with 2021 on it and the Hydra skull. Maybe you should have kept your nose down when leaving the cold and creepy room, because you didnât notice the cameras following you as you left, stuffing the files into the waistband of your stockings, hiding it under your dress.
You had been tossing and turning all night - you didnât even try to find your friends in the mass of bodies on the floor, simply texting them that you left, found a cab and were totally, superduper top notch fine.
The files youâd grabbed seemed to burn your eyes every time you looked at them, leaving scorching visuals of the holding cells and blood on your retinas. It was, in hindsight, probably not the brightest idea youâd ever had, but now you were here, stuck with them and no idea what to do with them.
You had considered going straight to the police, but thought better of it - you couldnât know if some of them might be involved, and it seemed way too dangerous strutting in there, files in hand. Then you considered your editor, but since you currently were benched on fluff-pieces, that might be a shittier idea.
In the end, you decided to let them stay where they were - on your desk, probably burning holes in the wood with pure evil, and sat down on your chair, staring at them. It would be a bad idea to open them. A really bad idea. A terrible, horrible idea that would 100 percent give you nightmares for the rest of your life.
So naturally, you opened them and started reading.
It was sickening. Pictures lined the folders, flooding your brain with the absolute horror, some of the people pictured, had to go through. Open wounds, bleeding and decaying being filled with liquids. Death. Silent screams, etched into the photos, a stark reminder of the absolute monsters Hydra kept.
Even worse was the actual reports inside.
Subject 44, fatal consequences after injection of serum Ai223#. Brainmatter melted out from ears.
Subject 12, fatal consequenses after injection of serum Be77#. Disfigurement.
And so forth, and so forth. It was terrifying, and when you saw the dates on the different reports, you knew you couldnât sit with this yourself. It seemed like Hydra was still actively trying to perfect a Super Soldier-Serum, failing and trying again. You made up your mind quickly, gathering everything, including the text from your friend where the address was clearly stated, and stood up, quickly pulling on a pair of joggers and a hoodie, stuffing the files into a bag along with your computer, wallet and phone and stalked out of your apartment, flagging down a cab.
âStark Compound, please.â You said breathlessly, already on edge, grabbing your bag and holding it close to your body. It felt like every eye in the city was on you, a red mark on your back.
âThatâs outside of the city, Iââ You groaned. âIâll pay the extra fee, just get me there, and get me there fast.â You rumbled at the probably sweet cab-driver, your eyes flicking to the street.
As the cab started driving, you spotted something that made your breath hitch and your heart to stop.
A man, covered in the darkness, held a hand up and waved a single wave at you, gun in hand.
âPlease, please, drive fast.â You said desperately to the driver, who, to his credit, sped up. He mustâve sensed the urgency in your voice.
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The compound rose over the hill at the same time as the sun. It took your breath away - massively impressive in stature, the safety of the building washed over you as a wave. I would be safe. At least, you would hand the damn files over and then go on your merry way, hopefully just as normally as the day before.
The silvery bling of the metal plates on the building was almost blinding as the sun hit it, and the driver slowed before stopping fully and turning to you.
âAre you okay, miss?â He sounded sincere in his worry, reminiscent of how your dad used to look at you, when you were sick as a kid. You gave him a grateful smile and started rummaging your bag, finding your wallet.
âI am now. Thank you, thank you for driving fast and all the way out here.â He shook his head as you tried to hand him the money.
âDonât worry about it. I can feel a girl in trouble, itâs my duty to get you safe.â You insisted on paying, until he finally agreed to take 30 dollars, but no more.
âIâm Pete, if you ever need a safe ride again, you call the central and ask for me, no matter what day, time or year. Okay?â You nodded, feeling overwhelmed by his sincerity and smiled at him.
âThanks, Pete.â
You got out of the car and made the small trek to what you assumed was the front door, clutching your bag tightly. You didnât even need to try to look for the doorbell, because a very familiar voice rang out from the coms.
âTours are monday to thursday, no more, no less. Itâs Saturday and birdshittingly early, come back another day.â The com crackled.
âUhm⊠I, uh, Iâm not⊠Iâm not here for a tour.â You said, trying to find somewhere to speak into. Crackle again.
âAutographs are given in the city, if you bump into us. Not here. Goodbye, now.â You rolled your eyes.
âIâve got something you guys need to see. Iâm not a fangirl, Iâm not here for autographs and Iâm not here because I think it would be fun to cosy up with the Avengers.â You said, huffing in annoyance. Snarky asshole.
âWhat do you have?â You glared at the closed door.
âJust⊠Hold it up to the door.â You did as instructed, showing one of the files with the Hydra symbol on it to the door.
It buzzed.
You stepped inside, taken aback at the white and silver walls and stopped dead in your tracks at the foyer. You had no idea where to go. You heard footsteps approaching and suddenly, Tony Stark was in front of you, hand outstretched, in a monogrammed robe and slippers.
âThis better be real, or Iâm gonna be pissed. Walk with me.â You snickered and handed him the file, following him as he weaved through halls and rooms, leading you to what looked like a conference room, motioning to a chair. You sat down, crossing your legs and arms, waiting.
âCare to tell me how you got this?â He glanced at you.
âI didnât know Tony Stark was a cuddly fucker with slippers.â You said, slightly annoyed at his all-business way. He rolled his eyes.
âI asked you something. And theyâre comfy.â You sighed.
âHi, Iâm Y/N, by the way, thanks for asking.â He glared at you and you leaned back in the chair, pointing to the file in his hand.
âI went with my stupid friends to a stupid rave, where I took a stupid turn looking for the stupid bathroom and found the stupid papers. Files. Plural.â You pulled the remaining two files out of your bag and slid them across the table to Tony, who picked them up, looking increasingly worried.
âSo now Iâve given them to you, which I thought would be the right people to give it to, and Iâll go.â You tried to stand, but his hand was on your shoulder in a flash, keeping you in place. You groaned. âMy guy, this has been a hellish night, itâs late and I havenât slept. Iâm too tired for this shit.â He didnât answer.
âFRIDAY, call everyone, and I mean everyone, no matter how tired Captain Wingman is, to conference room B. Now.â A soft, female voice sounded.
âThey have been alerted, sir.â He turned to you, fully facing you again.
âYou need to tell us everything about this, got it?â
âIf I can go home after, fine.â
âDo you have any idea what you stumbled upon in your drunken stupor?â He asked.
âI wasnât drunk, Tin-man.â You retorted as several pairs of feet rushed to the room. Slowly, they all filed inside - Natasha, Clint, Sam, Wanda, Vision, Steve motherfucking Rogers and, in the end, walking sluggishly with a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, Bucky Barnes. They all glanced at you with curiosity on their faces, all but Bucky, who had sat down in the closest chair to the door and closed his eyes.
âWhatâre we doing here, Tony, at the crack-ass of dawn?â Sam asked, stifling a yawn before pointing to you. âAnd when did you get a new intern?â Tony rolled his eyes and threw the files on the table.
âNot an intern, an informant, apparently. Or, at least, sheâs an accidental informant.â All eyes turned to you and you felt a little intimidated.
âUh, hi.â Every set of eyes flicked back to Tony, who sat down and gestured for you to talk.
Okay, so⊠Uhm, I went to this rave-thing at the outskirt of the city, super fucking skeevy if youâre asking me, uh, and I found.. By accident, I might add, like⊠A room?â You looked at Tony. âOkay, hang on.â You sat up in your chair, drew a deep breath and tried again, this time with confidence. âSo, I was looking for the bathroom and I mustâve made a wrong turn, because suddenly I was in this room full of holding cells, tubes, an operating table and a shitton of these..â You pointed to the files, one of them already in Steveâs hand. âAnd I thought well, maybe someone could use these for something good and I⊠Took âem.â you said, huffing out a breath. âAnd now Iâm here with you fine folks, giving it to you and going home. Thanks, bye!â You stood up, but a single look from Tony had you falling back on the chair with a groan.
âListen, did anyone see you take these?â Steve asked, his brows furrowed as he flicked through the files, disgust painted clear as day on his face.
âI⊠Donât think so?â you said. He looked at you. âYou donât think so?â
âWell, there was like⊠A weird man outside my apartment waving with a gun and all as I left, but I mean, thatâs just New York.â You looked at Steveâs shocked expression to Tonyâs exacerbated one to Bucky rolling his eyes.
âRight?â No answer. âRight, guys?â
Silence.
Natasha leaned forwards and rested her elbows on the table.
âLook, you mightâve stumbled on some pretty damn important shit.â âNo shit, Sherlock.â
âAnd itâs probably more valuable to Hydra than you know.â She continued, clearly unbothered by your interruption. She glanced at Tony.
âWe need to get her under protection.â You blanched.
âUh, no, no we donât need to get me under protection. It was one dude!â Natasha looked at you with empathy.
âIâm pretty sure that if you went back to your apartment, youâd be dead come morning.â You groaned.
âBecause of one guy? In New York? Being a creep?â You asked, looking around at the gathering of very serious faces. âCome on!â
âYou really have no thoughts of self preservation, do you?â Bucky piped up, his voice bored and his eyes focused on his metal arm, flexing and releasing the fingers. You sneered at him.
âOkay, I do have self preservation, dude, Iâm just not going to put my life on hold because a single creep spotted me. If I did that every time that happened, I might as well let the earth swallow me whole.â
âWhich is exactly what you need to do now. Youâre staying here until further notice.â Tony said sternly. You rolled your eyes.
âAm I being grounded, dad?â He narrowed his eyes at you and you drew a deep breath. âIâm grateful for your concern, but I do have a life. Work, friends, a favourite coffee shop. Iâm not putting it on hold.â You said, trying to sound stern and final - it mostly came out a little worried and whiny, but it would have to do. âBesides, thisâŠâ You gestured around the room. âIs far away and a screaming, blinking light to anyone involved with Hydra. You donât think thisâll be the first place to look?â Tony sighed and exchanged a quick look with Steve, who, in turn, smiled tight lipped.
âFine. Youâll be in a safehouse, with a bodyguard until thereâs control over this.â You narrowed your eyes at Steve, who at least had the courtesy to look bashful about giving you orders.
âSure thing, letâs just boss me around.â Steve glanced at Natasha and Bucky before folding his arms over his chest and nodding to Bucky.
âBuckyâll be your 24/7 protection. Where he goes, you go and vice versa.â You flew out of your chair, while Bucky looked like he had been handed a warm pile of shit.
âNo way, I donât need a babysitterââ
âI donât want to be a babysitterââ Bucky tried to say something, but you cut him off. âI donât need a babysitter or even 24/7 protection! Iâm fine.â
âListen, doll, youâre clearly ready to meet deathââ Bucky glared at you and you folded your arms.
âAm not, I just donât wantââ âbesides, I canât and wonât be responsible for picking up your shit from the floor when this goes sideways, because you canât fucking control your desire for death and dangerââ You narrowed your eyes to slits, pointing a finger at him. âListen here, you tin-armed wannabe bad boy, Iâm not a soldier you canââ you got cut off by the glaring tones from your phone. You quickly swiped it from your bag and looking at the number. Strange, your landlord never called you this early.
âY/N?â He sounded frantic.
âYeah?â
âOh thank god, I was terrified you were in the building!â You could hear the faint whistle from sirens and he sounded out of breath. A weird crackling sounded behind his voice as well.
âWHat? No, Iâm⊠Running errands.â You glanced at the group of superpeople around you, suddenly very aware of where you were. Your palms were sweaty.
âOh god, thank god.â Your heart was in your throat as the sound of sirens came even closer.
âWhat, Mr. Larsen, whatâs going on?â Your hands shook as you heard his voice, shaking in fear, form the next sentence.
âThe complex. It⊠There was an accident. The entire building is gone.â
âWhat do you mean, gone?â Your face felt cold.
âIt blew up, Y/N, the entire thing blew up.â
You hung up and slowly sat down, your stare unfocused.
âLooks like I might need that babysitter, anyhow, Tony.â
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Hi! Way back when in your disability pride month post you mentioned you hc Logan w/ some depression and Finn with adhd. I'm adhd, and sometimes it causes issues with my friends with depression, when I am just SO much and they really can't handle so much. I was wondering if you'd write a fic about something along those lines and maybe leo just in the middle? And/or how they solve it (i.e, finn going for a run to get out energy or smth) i LOVED your logan h/c leo's depression and would love more!
Yes! Okay so disclaimer, this is based of my experiences with things similar to what anon is talking about.
Also, does this feature some Logan / Sirius bro-lationship because do I have another ask Iâm working on about that? Maybe. Maybe. (Who am I kidding, definitely yes lol.)
Iâm sorry this took soooo long to get out, but itâs long (like, over 2,700 words) and took a lot of time and energy and I havenât had the energy or people points to deal with things lately. But finally, it is finished. (You may ask yourself, what are people points? Well, read on to learn what I mean lol. It's a real thing my friends and I use to express how we're feeling.)
Credit, as always, to the amazing @lumosinlove who created this universe and let's us play around with it!
CW for depression and anxiety references
Finn woke up very excited. He was so hyper; he could barely contain himself. He was practically vibrating with excitement for the day. He had been feeling a little cooped up the last few days, having a lazy weekend with his boys, watching movies on the couch. Today he was finally able to let out some of that pent up energy playing tennis with Kasey and Nat, who had only agreed to go last night when Leo suggested it after the whole day of Finn not being able to sit still for a single movie scene.
Finn sat up in bed, pulling his phone from the nightstand to check the time a shoot a quick text to Kasey to confirm that they were up and would be ready to meet at the courts in an hour.
He heard Leo start to rustle on the other side of their still sleeping boyfriend and thought it odd that Logan, ever the light sleeper, hadnât moved yet. He reached down to grab his shoulder and shake him awake not exactly gently, being a little too excited for the day ahead.
Logan only groaned and roughly shifted away from the touch, pulling a pillow over his head.
Finn shot a questioning look over to Leo, who just shook his head and whispered, âLet him sleep in. He hasnât been doing well the last few days, he probably just needs some rest.â
âThen whoâs gonna help me beat Kase and Nat in doubles? You already had plans to help Celeste bake for Katieâs bake sale.â Finn pouted.
âYâallâll just have to play singles and switch out, Iâm sure they wonât mind. Come on, lets get some coffee brewing.â
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Leo, having already seen one boyfriend off to the gym, crawled back into bed and pulled the other into his bare chest.
Logan only sighed, snuggling closer into the warmth.
Leo soothed a hand through Loganâs hair, whispering, âI have to get ready to head over and help Celeste, are you gonna be alright by yourself today?â
Logan hesitated for a moment before nodding against Leoâs chest.
âIs it a bad one today?â Leo asked softly.
Logan took a shaky, deep breath and started to silently cry, nodding again. âIâm sorry.â
âNo, donât be sorry. It happens, alright? Youâre alright darlinâ. These last few days were hard, I know, and itâs okay. Do you want me to stay with you?â
Logan hesitated again before shaking his head. âGo. I think Iâll try to sleep it off a bit.â
Leo sighed, knowing that what Logan wanted was to be left alone for a bit. âOkay, but if you need anything⊠or me⊠just text, âkay? Just let me know what we can do.â
Leo sat there a few minutes, letting Logan settle down before getting up to head to the Dumiasâ.
When he got there, he let himself in and saw Sirius helping to wrangle the kids and keep them occupied playing âgo fishâ while Celeste got the kitchen set up.
âCap, hey, didnât think youâd be here.â Leo let out a surprised chuckle.
âJust swung by for a visit while Re had to do some work at the rink.â
âAh.â Leo continued to make his way to the kitchen, but then stopped and turned back to Sirius. âHey. Um, could I have a word with you quick?â
âOui, of course.â Sirius said, setting his hand full of cards and walking over. Right before he reached Leo, he turned around, âAnd no peeking at my cards!â He called back to the kids, who only giggled. âWhatâs up rookie? Am I in trouble?â
âNo, no, of course no.â Leo let out a nervous laugh. âItâs just.â He sighed. âLo. Heâs⊠been having a rough go of it and⊠I donât know. He stayed home today, and I know he wonât talk to me about whatâs going on. I⊠youâre like a brother to him. He respects your opinion. Not that he doesnât respect ours, itâs justâŠâ
âDifferent?â
âYeah. I⊠itâs been getting bad again. I think he should go see Heather, but he never wants to talk about it with us and⊠Could you talk to him maybe? I justâŠâ
âOf course. Yeah, I wondered what was up when he missed team dinner Friday. I get itâs the off season and rest and all but, he never misses, unless he really not doing good, you know?â Sirius let out a heavy breath. âI mean, Iâve been there and⊠it sucks. I want to help him. Whatever I can. Just tell me.â
âYou should say that to him, Iâm sure he could use the support right now. This weekend⊠Finn was just bouncing off the walls, I donât think he sat still long enough to really notice it. And then they were supposed to go play tennis today but- Lo really wasnât up to it. Heâs home, wanted some space. And I get that, I just wish⊠heâd, I donât know. I donât know.â Leo started to get a little choked up.
âHey.â Sirius said, pulling him into a hug. âItâs okay. Heâs hurting and that hurts. You can feel upset about it too.â
âBut heâs the oneâŠâ
âHey, non, donât go down that rabbit hole. You can feel what you want without having to feel guilty about it. You support him the best you can and that takes a toll on you too.â Sirius said, holding Leo at armâs length. âI mean⊠I know Iâve put Re through the ringer a few times trying to get me to calm down when the world starts to spiral. And he still has his days too when the world is too much handle and getting up is too much energy. But we get through it together. Itâll be okay, Knutty. I promise.â
Leo sniffled and ran a sleeve across his eyes. âYeah. Thanks, Cap. Youâll talk to him?â
âYes. Iâll give him a few hours to rest then shoot him a text and see what heâs up to, ouais? Now, Celeste had more ingredients than should be in one household, better go help her bake up a storm.â Sirius said, giving him a pat on the shoulder and a gentle nudge towards the kitchen.
***
Logan knew from the moment he woke up that it was going to be a rough day for him. He sat up slow, still groggy, and looked over at the clock. 11:47 am. Almost noon. He looked around the room to take in his surroundings. He vaguely remembers Finn trying to get him up this morning, excited to go out and play some tennis today. He remembers being grumpy and Leo saying something about letting him rest. Then Leo coming back, acknowledging that it was a bad day, and letting Logan cry before leaving him on his own for a bit.
He pushed the covers aside and planted his feet on the ground, getting up to walk to the bathroom. It felt like everything was in slow motion. He made his way to the kitchen, the apartment unusually silent. He stopped at the counter and stared at the coffee pot for he wasnât sure how long before two long arms wrapped around his waist slowly. He blinked back to reality and realized Leo was behind him, talking.
âLo? Logan? Hey, you in there?â He sounded worried, tossing his keys on the counter.
Logan turned around in Leoâs arms and brought his hands up to rest on the younger boyâs chest. âQuoi? Oui. DĂ©solĂ©.â The world still seemed to be moving too slow and muffled. He hadnât even heard Leo enter their apartment just now. He wasnât sure why, but it felt like there was cotton in his ears, and all his thoughts being drowned about by a dull ringing. âIâŠâ Loganâs words died in his mouth. He didnât know what was going on or what was wrong beyond the fact the something was wrong. Tears started to well in his eyes.
Leo gave a sad sigh and pulled the shorter boy into his chest, one hand on the back of Loganâs neck, the other rubbing soothingly up and down his broad, bare back. They stood there for several long minutes as Logan sobbed silently into his chest.
After Loganâs tears tapered to a stop, he held Leo close and whispered, voice a bit rough, âI though you were helping bake?â
âI hadnât heard anything, so I came by to check and see how you were doing. Drink any water?â
âHavenât had anything.â Logan mumbled into the taller manâs chest, shivering in the cool apartment in only a pair of shorts.
Leo held him close. âHow about I make some peppermint tea? Yeah?â
âYou should get back.â
Leo sighed, noting Loganâs subtle attempt to hint that he just wanted to be left alone, though the physical comfort he seemed to seek begged to differ.
âI have time to make you a cup, then Iâll get back. Is that okay?â Leo asked softly, running a hand up and down the shorter manâs back.
âOui.â Logan grumbled, pulling away from Leo in favor of curling up on the couch with the blanket they kept there.
A few long and silent minutes passed before Leo handed him a warm mug, placing a soft kiss to his head before saying something Logan couldnât focus enough to hear. He just curled around the warmth of the mug and watched Leo go.
Logan wasnât sure how much time passed, but he had only taken a few sips of tea and now it was cold. He set it on the coffee table and made his way into the bedroom, picking up his phone and seeing a text from Sirius.
Hey, missed you at dinner the other night. Everything okay?
I yeah just wasnât feeling it ig
Fair. Anything I can do to help?
Are you busy rn? No worries if not
Iâll be there in 20. Never too busy for you Tremz <3
Thanks cap
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âHey Leo?â Sirius said, walking into the kitchen. âI just got a text from Tremz, Iâm gonna head over, dâaccord? Iâll let you know how it goes.â
Leo gave a sad smile. âOkay. Thank you.â
And with that, Sirius headed out the door and made his way across town to the cubâs apartment.
When he got there, he let himself in and toed off his shoes. He found Logan curled up on the couch, nearly asleep under a comforter that Sirius knew had been dragged out of their bedroom. Logan seemed to not even notice him until he sat cross legged on the floor in front of him.
âHey, Tremz. What can I do?â
Loganâs only response was to sniffle and pull the oversize blanket tighter around himself.
âHey,â Sirius cooed as he got up to settle on the couch next to Logan, wrapping him up in a hug, âCâest bon. Itâs okay. Shh.â He pulled the shorted manâs head to his chest.
âBut-â Logan hiccupped, âI ditched him. We- we were supposed to play tennis, bu- but I just couldnât.â
âItâs okay, Finn will understand. Iâm sure he understands.â
âBut I- I did it last week too. An- And Kasey and Natalie, we were all supposed to-â
âLogan,â Sirius said more sternly, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, âIâm sure they understand, it happens. If they donât, theyâll get over it. You have to take care of you, and if you donât have the energy, or people points, to do things, thatâs okay.â
âPeople points?â Logan hiccupped again.
âOui. Like, some days you can have lots of people points to use up by being social? And some people take more people points because they can be a lot to be around, which isnât a bad thing. Like⊠I love Finn, yeah? But heâs got a lot of energy sometimes and talks a mile a minute, and sometimes I canât keep up. And some days, I just donât have people points to use up, or I have only a few. For me, Re doesnât take a lot of my people points to be around, and when he knows Iâm having a bad day, we just snuggle up to a movie, or, I donât know, we just sit in companionable silence? We just donât do socially exhausting things. And Dumo, heâs good at seeing when Iâm just out of points, and heâs easy to be around, even when Re is too much. And he understands. Your boys will understand too.â
Logan had pulled away to sit back and had been nodding along slowly, staring down at the floor, deep in thought. âDâaccord. That⊠makes sense, I guess. I just⊠I feel like Iâm low on people points all the time lately.â He sniffled quietly.
âThatâs okay. You just need to get some rest and⊠Iâm gonna say this and donât get upset, but I think you should start seeing Heather more regularly.â
âI- yeah.â He sighed out. âWhy would I get upset when youâre right? I⊠I saw her a few times, but then I was fine, so I thought- I donât know, that I didnât need to see her anymore or waste her time.â
âTremz, there doesnât have to be anything wrong to see her, and itâs not a waste of time. Not if it helps keep you in a good place. And- And sometimes itâs not enough. To keep you good, and thatâs okay. IâŠâ Sirius let out a long exhale, steadying himself for what he was about to admit next. âFor a while, when I was still living with Dumo, nothing helped. And even after I was with Re, I⊠My childhood sucked, yeah? And I had a lot of nightmares because of it. Still do once in a while, but itâs not- just not as much? I⊠So I went on medication for it. And thereâs nothing wrong with that. Itâs helped. A lot.â
âI- I didnât know that. That you took medication for, well, anything.â
âYeah⊠I donât really like talking about it. Not because Iâm embarrassed or anything, but because itâs my business. And Reâs too. And Dumo knows, but only because he had suggested I bring it up with Heather in the first place. I also have high blood pressure I take medication for, but I think thatâs all the stress of the job.â Sirius joked, giving a small chuckle, trying to lighten the conversation a bit.
âI- Thank you. For sharing that. I never really considered that as an option. Finn and Leo might have something to say abo-â
âIt is an option if you want it to be. And the decision isnât Leo and Finnâs to make. Itâs yours. You donât have to bring it up to them if you donât want, but I think you should tell them what your thinking. Just donât let them make the decision for you. Itâs up to you.â
Logan nodded. He moved to pick up his mug from the table but retracted his hand when he realized it was cold and gave a sad sigh.
âYou want fresh tea?â Sirius asked, gesturing to the mug.
âNo, itâs okay.â He said quietly.
âIs it? Iâll ask again, would you like a warm cup ofâŠâ Sirius trailed off as he leaned forward to snag the mug off the coffee table and give it a sniff. He laughed to himself, â⊠of course, peppermint tea?â
âI mean, kinda, but I donât want to get up so-â
âIâll be back.â Sirius said, taking the mug into the kitchen to dump it out and make a new one.
âSirius-â
âAh ah ah, nope. Iâm doing this for you, just sit tight.â
A few moments later, Sirius returned, pressing a warm mug into Loganâs hands, tea bag still steeping.
Logan whispered a soft, âThank youâ and took a small sip, huddling himself around the warmth as Sirius settled next to him, shoulder to shoulder.
âIs there anything else I can do? Leave? Stay?â Sirius asked softly.
âStay. If you donât mind?â
âOf course, as long as you need.â
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So with Rise of the Titans coming in less than a week now, I just wanted to make a clarifying post of sorts on my current mental state with it, since ToA is my primary active fandom at the moment and I have a decent number of followers who came for it. A sort of heads-up on what to expect from this blog when the film releases.
I have made it no secret that I was extremely crestfallen by the decision to reverse Jimâs transformation at the end of Wizards, for a multitude of reasons that I have discussed before. However, I have also always tried to allow for the caveat that I donât know what will happen in the movie, that such a change might have been necessary for the events of said movie, and that seeing the movie might change my mind.
However, while it is possible that the movie might change my mind....itâs highly unlikely.
As I have mentioned before, one of the things that draws me to troll!Jim specifically as a character is the fact that I find his hybrid nature extremely intriguing. It is this intrigue more than any other aspect of the show that drew me into the fandom.Â
That said, there are really only two scenarios the movie could potentially pull that would make me change my mind about reversing the transformation:
Bring Jimâs halftroll form back in some way, shape, or form.
Present a different scenario that I find even more intriguing.
Note that neither of these are speaking to the objective quality of the movie. I have no doubt that, whatever happens, it will be very well-done in terms of animation, emotion, storytelling, etc. And I do not say any of this to diss on the creative team who put it all together, as I have nothing but respect for their passion and skills.Â
But as for my personal experience and interaction with the series up to this point...well....Iâm sorry, but itâs been clouded.Â
My anticipation for Wizards last summer was higher than that for any other show that I can remember looking forward to, ever. So much so that it took a physical toll on me because of how high my anxiety spiked leading up to, during, and a while after its release. And I got burned. After all that excitement, all that anticipation, all that hype, the one possible thing that I was most dreading and hoped wouldnât happen...happened. And Boy Did It Hurted.Â
After that ordeal, Iâm in a...kinda weird place, emotionally, for RotT. Thereâs still residual anxiety left over from the emotional fiasco of Wizards, and with my favorite character now (sorta) gone...thereâs not really much excitement tbh...only apprehension. I havenât even been able to bring myself to really watch any of the trailers.Â
I will definitely still watch the movie, but at this the current moment it feels a little more out of a mix of obligation and âletâs-get-this-over-withâ just to see the canon ending. Which is a shame and believe me I wish I could get as excited as everyone else...but it is what it is.
As for my fanworks and how the movie will affect them...well, obviously I canât say 100% for sure without having actually seen the movie. Currently my post-canon works take place in a universe where everything thatâs happened in canon so far did occur, but sometime after the events of Wizards Jim chooses to go back to halftroll form, with Douxie making the potion for him and even slightly adjusting it so that he can still walk in daylight. Hereâs the current possibilities as far as I can imagine:
I completely ignore the events of the movie and just continue with ^ that headcanon.
I accept all the events of the movie but still have Jim transform back afterwards. So basically the current version but with a little more in-between.
One of two scenarios mentioned earlier happens, and I will adjust accordingly. Unfortunately I think this is the least likely possibility as I am not very optimistic about either scenario occurring (but would be more than happy to eat my words)Â
I accept all the events of the movie but only as an AU where Jim is still half-troll, be it that he never changed back in Wizards OR that he used Douxieâs potion as mentioned above.
I basically keep the current headcanon but pick and choose specific ideas or events from the movie to incorporate into it.
so...yeah, I guess. Thatâs where I am with RotT right now, and perhaps you now have somewhat of a better idea what to expect from this blog in the coming days/weeks.Â
mostly I just want to retreat into the headcanons that make me happy in peace. If that makes me a bad fan or something, then...whatever I guess. imma just continue liking what i like because dangit thatâs what iâm here for.
*another obligatory disclaimer that again this just applies to my personal subjective experience with the show and is not meant as any sort of objective critique or dismissal of its quality*
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Characters I Adore Despite Never Having Seen a Minute of Their Shows
DISCLAIMER: As it says in the title, Iâve never seen any of the shows I talk about in this post. Because of this, some plot points/character traits/etc. that I talk about might not be accurate. I do plan on watching these shows at some point so Iâm trying to avoid too much spoilery content, which is why I havenât done much extra research. I apologize if I offend anyone somehow, this is just something I thought would be fun :)
Hey all! My name is Moose, and for no reason in particular, I thought I would compile a list of characters whom I really like yet know next to nothing about. Does anyone else ever feel connected to/intrigued by a character without having seen the show or movie they appear in? Let me know! Also, please bear in mind that all I know about these characters/shows is what Iâve seen from fan posts on Instagram, and there will be slight spoilers. Without further ado, enjoy the post!
Dani Clayton and Jamie Taylor â The Haunting of Bly Manor
Their love is something that can actually be so personal. I know Bly manor is a horror show, or at least has prominent horror elements (which is something I donât enjoy), but seeing them together makes me want to watch it anyways. Even if you donât believe in soulmates, you canât see even one screenshot of them together and tell me they arenât meant to be together. Even in this gif they have heart eyes for each other. Dani is an American au pairâa live-in nanny, basicallyâwho was hired to take care of the children living at Bly Manor, and Jamie is the manorâs gardener. They were both intrigued by each other when they first met, and their relationship progressed very naturally. Theyâre so comfortable with each otherâDani goes through some rough times as far as I can tell, but Jamie is always there by her side to comfort her. I also love how attracted Dani is to Jamie, no matter how much time has passed (the âyou could...come back đ„șâ scene kills me). And I KNOW what happens to them already but please,,,,let me live with the illusion of their perfect love story.
Clarke and Lexa â The 100
Yet ANOTHER tragic love story. The gays really canât get a break, huh? Clarke and Lexa are from very different worlds, yet they work perfectly together as allies and lovers. The 100 takes place in a post-apocalyptic world, where Earth is no longer inhabitable and the rest of humanity lives on a space station called the Ark. Because of reasons, 100 teens from the Ark, including Clarke, are sent down to Earth and have to fight to survive on the ruined planet. Later, they meet Lexa, who leads one of the Grounder clansâpeople who survived the apocalypse and still live on Earth. Thereâs immediate tension between both groups, but circumstances require them to work together. Clarke and Lexa become closer as a result and eventually fall in love. Even though theyâre only together briefly because #buryyourgays, what I love most about them is how enduring their love is. Clarke has other partners, but no one ever makes her feel the way Lexa did. Lexa really was Clarkeâs whole universe; I think one of the other characters even says that Lexa was the greatest love of her life. And Lexa was so smitten with Clarke that she literally went against all her training and customs of her people just so she could make a pretty girl happy. We stan. Their relationship is only onscreen for like a season but I know that Lexa comes back later so I swear I will watch all 6 seasons of this show just for them. I will do it.
Quinn Fabray â Glee
Ok I know thatâs not what she normally looks like but that look makes me so gay Jesus Christ đ„”đ„” Anyways, I know the Glee writers really did her dirty even though I havenât made it past bitchy Quinn from season one. The fact that she was supposed to be a flat, mean antagonist for the whole show but was only saved because of Dianna Agronâs brilliant acting astounds me. She has particularly erratic moments (especially in the season where she gets this haircut), but for the most part she seems like a sweet person. She starts off as a very troubled girl who is under a lot of pressure from her cheer team, her parents, and herself, but after joining the Glee club she becomes more confident and learns how to accept who she is. She comes to care for the other club members as friends and relies on them. I love her development, and I love how Dianna portrayed her despite the writers trying to shove her back in the âstereotypical evil cheerleaderâ box multiple times. Also, her smile is so cute and so pure đ„ș Iâm in love.
Izzie No-Last-name â Atypical
Your Honor, I love her. I clearly have a soft spot for troubled characters, as Izzie starts off much the same as Quinn does. Sheâs confrontational and just downright mean to Casey Gardener, one of the main characters, after Casey transfers to her school. The two eventually find a way to get along and become friends, and Casey finds out that Izzie struggles with balancing her grades, running track, and taking care of her three (?) younger siblings in lieu of her unreliable mother and absent father. Izzieâs better traits also come to light: sheâs strong, independent, and fun-loving, if a bit wild at times, as well as incredibly loyal to Casey. She loves Caseyâs autistic brother, Sam, whom most people do not understand or try to get along with. And sheâs utterly in love with Casey, which is apparent by their immediate chemistry. She seems like such a fun and complex character. Plus, cute girls smiling is one of my greatest weaknesses and her smile is absolutely adorable.
Waverly Earp and Nicole Haught â Wynonna Earp
Finally a relationship on here that has a happy endingâand a wedding, no less! I love them both, but I feel more connected to Waverly than Nicole. Maybe Iâve just seen more content of her. Waverly is the younger sister of the titular Wynonna Earp, and she helps her defeat supernatural threats to their town of Purgatory (yes, thatâs actually the name of their town). Thatâs all I know about the actual plot of the show lol. Nicole Haught is the deputy and later sheriff of Purgatory and has a crush on Waverly right out of the gate. However, Waverly was dating a man (ew) at the time and somehow thought she was straight. Nicole, of course, was very respectful of Waverly and never tried to pressure her into anything. Even though she knew she might never have a chance, that never stopped her from helping Waverly or Wynonna when they needed it. And they needed it a lot. Of course they eventually fall in love, and while their relationship does have its ups and downs, they always come back to each other. They are also the definition of soulmates: they go through a lot together and are always there to support each other through fights, near-death experiences, and shocking revelations. They utterly adore each other and that adoration never fades no matter what. And I love how they get their happy ending! Itâs quite a welcome change from most wlw relationships in media.
And there you go! Sorry this post was so long lol, I didnât intend for it to be. I hope you all enjoyed, and let me know what you think of these characters. Much love, and stay safe đ
#dani clayton#jamie taylor#dani x jamie#damie#bly manor#the haunting of bly manor#clarke griffin#lexa#heda lexa#the 100#clexa#quinn fabray#glee#glee club#glee characters#izzie no last name#atypical#casey gardner#cazzie#waverly earp#nicole haught#wayhaught#wynonna earp#wlw#lesbians#character#the haunting of bly manor spoilers#glee spoilers#the 100 spoilers#atypical spoilers
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The Finer Things
Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~ 4,864
Warnings / Misc. -- Pining, Some Self Doubt, Fluff, Some Angst, Happy Ending
Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing for Blackpink. I hope you enjoy. Happy reading, as always! Let me know what you think.Â
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Part 1: Partners
âAlright class, settle in now. Today weâll be starting our new projects. You know the drill; theyâll be a quarter semester long, and youâll have a partner to work with. That gives you 9 weeks to complete the assignment and be ready to present your creations. Your topic is âthe finer things in lifeâ. Remember: thereâs no exact way to do this. Whatever that topic means, however you interpret it, just show us what you envision when you think of that. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.â
Unsurprisingly, everyone is rather excited for this project. Considering this class is an elective, your classmates signed up for it knowing what they were getting themselves into. Regardless, even the stray few that enrolled for an easy A would rather do this than Calculus and Statistics.Â
Your eyes scan the room, and you smile upon seeing everyone light up as they discuss their game plans. Familiar eyes meet yours from across the room, and you feel a blush begin to rise to your cheeks. You mentally curse yourself at how easy it is for her to make you giddy, but you donât look away. The small smile that she gives you nearly makes you combust from the cuteness; you canât help the dorky grin that takes over your features.Â
Before you can fully melt under her gaze, your teacher speaks up again. You silently thank the universe for that divine intervention. âNow that youâve had a minute to brainstorm, itâs time for everyoneâs favorite part: partner time! Iâve chosen your partners based on your individual strengths and weaknesses as photographers; I want this to be a true learning experience for all of you. Being an artist takes constant growth, and I see this as the perfect opportunity.âÂ
Since your class is a fairly close-knit group of students, no oneâs upset by who their partners are. Mrs. Johnson continues rattling off the pairs, and you take a moment to look out the window. Itâs a beautiful day, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. The vivid red hues of their leaves are complimented perfectly by the bright blue sky behind them.
â...Y/N, youâll be working with RosĂ©.â The second those words leave her lips, your eyes shoot to your partnerâs. Itâs an odd feeling, to put it plainly; those were the words that you were dying to hear, but also terrified of. After all, working so closely with your long-time crush would definitely prove to be nerve racking. You didnât have much time to worry, though, as RosĂ© sat down at the desk in front of you, turning the chair around to face you. It was clear that she loved to see what she did to you, your reactions to her words, everything. She studied you like her life depended on it, but you never noticed. Your brain was always too busy short-circuiting to take in the ways that she watched you from afar, remembering every detail, curve, and dimple of your face.Â
âSo, how about we meet up after school today to get some ideas going?â She proposes, and you nod. âHowâs the park sound? Iâd hate to miss such a gorgeous day.â Her face lights up at your suggestion, and you smile at the sight. In her excited state, she rushes out, âThatâs just what I was thinking!â The two of you spend the rest of class chatting and goofing around, and go your separate ways once the bell rings. You send her one last wave, already missing her presence. To say the two of you are eager for your next meeting is a major understatement.
Part 2: The First Few Meetings
The first couple weeks are spent getting to know one another better and spending more time together -- something you definitely werenât complaining about. Seeing her out of school, able to really be herself, was a magical experience. You often thanked your lucky stars that you decided to sign up for the class in the first place.
Part 3: You Go To One Of Her Practices
Attending school practices and games was never really your speed, but you made an exception for RosĂ©. Some family issues had gotten in the way of your meet-ups for a bit, so the two of you were a little behind schedule for the project. You werenât worried (the honor student in you knew that youâd get it done in time), but RosĂ© asked you to stay after school for one of her cheerleading practices. âWe can work on it everytime coach gives us a break, okay?â She had said earlier that day, during class. You were almost too mesmerized by the way her lips moved while she spoke to comprehend what she had said, her accent popping out in the most adorable way possible.Â
The memory brought a light smile to your face, and she saw it, stealing a glance at you. You looked up at her and tilted your head to the side, letting her know sheâd been caught. Her eyes widened in shock and she quickly cleared her throat, clearly not expecting that.Â
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âAh, ah, ah,â you protested, blocking her from sitting down in the seat beside you. âStand in front of me, I wanna take a picture.â She put on a horrified face, looking down at you. âExcuse me?? Absolutely not! I look terrible. Iâm all sweaty.â You rolled your eyes at her, letting out a dramatic sigh. âIâm sorry to inform you, RosĂ©, but youâre physically incapable of looking bad. My condolences.â You bowed your head in mock pity, adding to the effect. âOh shut up, you dork.â She said, pushing you playfully. âFine. One picture; you better make it a good one.â You smiled your signature grin at her, and she got a little lightheaded at the beautiful sight. â1, 2, 3âŠâ
Part 3.5: Could It Be?
âRosĂ©, I donât knowâŠ.â You begin, a grimace crossing your face. The object of your affection had spent the past 10 minutes trying to convince you to ditch work and accompany her to the local fair that was in town for the weekend. Itâs not that you didnât want to go; in fact, you canât think of a place youâd rather be tonight than with her, getting away from the stress of everything life had been throwing at you. If you were honest with yourself, though, the work was just an excuse for something bigger; you knew that with each step closer you got to RosĂ©, you would eventually be taking two steps back. You had long ago assured yourself that she didnât share your attraction, and you had done okay in accepting that fact. By okay I mean âtotally not at all, even in the slightest.â You liked to pretend, though, wanting to have some semblance of control over the situation.Â
âPleeeeease?â She whined into the phone, drawing the word out to torture you a little more. Surely she had to know what she was doing.
That simple question served as your command, and it became very apparent in that moment that youâd do just about anything that RosĂ© asked you to. You kicked yourself, a genuine feeling of nervousness rushing over you.Â
A sigh left your lips as you responded, âOkay, okay! But only for a little while.â
Her high pitched cheering drew a laugh from you, and you shook your head at her antics. What were you getting yourself into?
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RosĂ© looked stunning, as usual. Her long blonde locks fell elegantly over her shoulders, looking just as soft as always. The pink top she donned complimented her light blue jeans perfectly; if you werenât so enraptured by her, you mightâve gotten jealous. How can someone look so gorgeous without even trying? Itâs infuriating, to say the least.Â
âReady?â Her cheery accent met your ears, and you felt yourself pep up at the single utterance. Dear lord, youâre in deep. Pushing the thoughts from your head, you send her a simple smile and nod, pulling her in for a hug.Â
Freezing time had never been a thing that you thought about often, but it surely crossed your mind as you stood there with her in your arms, feeling her skin against yours. All too quickly she pulled away, already rambling excitedly about all of the rides she wanted to try out. You were still in a bit of a daze, her strawberry perfume making your head spin. Before you know it, she has a hold of your hand, dragging you towards the largest drop tower that the festival had to offer. Maybe this would be a good time to mention that youâre deathly afraid of heightsâŠ
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Hair disheveled and heart palpitating, you stumbled away from the ride. It was comical really, the state you were in. RosĂ© must have thought so, because she couldnât contain her laughter once she looked over at you. The sound was music to your ears, and you quickly decided that youâd be willing to get back on that ride if it meant you could hear her giggle like that again.Â
After your laughing fit died down, you suggested getting on the ferris wheel to see all of the city lights. Everything burned a little brighter this time of year, the downtown area bustling with life and activity.
âI was just about to mention that. I like the way you think, Y/N.â The combination of the look she gave you and the way your name rolled off of her tongue made you weak in the knees. Before your mind could even begin to question if she had meant something else -- something deeper -- you stopped yourself. It wouldnât do any good to read too far into the things she said. It was just innocent teasing, you reasoned.Â
You failed to notice the way RosĂ© had looked at you, her eyes taking in every part of you. She wanted to remember this sight; your head thrown back, eyes welling with tears of laughter. When you didnât pick up on her flirting, though, she took it as a sign to back off a bit. Surely it had been obvious, right? She told herself sheâd give it one more try, by the end of the night. No matter your reaction, she would have an answer.Â
With that decision made, she led the way to the ferris wheel, you trailing happily behind her.Â
âTwo?â The worker looked to be about your age, face marked with acne scars, and attitude already unpleasant. With a simple gesture of confirmation, the two of you made your way to the nearest cart. You held the small gate open, allowing RosĂ© in first. The metal was cool against your palm as you closed it after yourself.
A chilly breeze rolled in, and you noticed her body shiver in the seat across from you. You could tell she tried to hide it, but you were far too observant to miss that. âHere,â you start, already pulling your leather jacket off of yourself and offering it to her. She shook her head furiously, saying, âNo, I canât. Youâll get cold up there!â Maybe it had been the slushy you had earlier, but you got a sudden surge of confidence. âCome over here, then. Weâll keep each other warm.â Her eyes shined with something you couldnât quite place; something mischievous, perhaps. Â
She quickly repositioned herself next to you, snuggling up against your side. âYouâre still putting this on, RosĂ©.â You say lowly, lips grazing her temple. The way the words left your mouth, so matter-of-factly, made her bite her lip. You rarely told anyone what to do, so this role reversal was a bit unexpected. A welcome surprise, she thought, as she slipped the warm material over her shoulders.
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If someone offered you a million dollars to be anywhere else in the world right now, you would turn them down. You were sure that you had died and gone to Heaven, with how RosĂ©âs body fit perfectly up against yours and the distant skyline looked as though it had been stolen from a postcard.
Once the cart reached the top, the ride stopped for a short while, allowing you to get a picturesque view of the surrounding area. You grabbed the camera from your bag and snapped a few pictures, not wanting to forget this moment. A quiet wow left her mouth as she leaned over you, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Has she never seen the lights like this? The untamed beating of your heart echoed wildly at the feeling of having her so close. You prayed she wouldnât notice the tremble that ran through you as she placed her hand on your thigh, pushing herself up higher into the air for a better perspective. She mustâve noticed something in the distance, because soon she was pointing across the city and bouncing lightly in the seat. With some help, you located what she was so excited about: it was an inflatable cat. She had been that giddy over an inflatable animal on the porch of someoneâs apartment. Such a dork, you muttered. She drew in a breath, feigning disbelief. âI am not!â She started, about to defend her honor, when she turned her head. In the excitement, the two of you had pressed closer together -- much closer than either of you had realized -- and now you were face to face. Your eyes darted down to her lips, and you almost threw caution to the wind and closed the distance. You didnât, though, still missing the signs she was sending you. Her gaze raked across your features, and she grew bold; her hand came up to your cheek, her thumb soon brushing the soft skin. She was achingly close; you could feel the warmth radiating from her body, calling for you.
This cycle continued; both of you waiting for the other to make the first move, terrified that the other didnât feel the same. It was a wicked game of cat and mouse, and you were finally getting the courage to end it. Just as you were about to lean in, the rickety ride started back up again with a groan, and she was jostled away from you, back into the seat. Â
That had to be some sort of symbolism.Â
The rest of your night went well, soon again filled with laughter and jokes, but the two of you couldnât shake what happened. There was an air of something uncertain now, and only something significant was capable of putting an end to this cruel arrangement.Â
Part 4: The Realization
âShit!â You exclaim with a huff, realizing your mistake. âRosie, do you have any extra film for the polaroid? I lost the last pack I had.â You mentally slap yourself for that one. When you donât get a response, which is quite unusual for RosĂ©, you take that as a sign to go look for her. The two of you had chosen to work on the project at her house this time, and it was definitely more spacious than yours. âRosie?â You call out to her again, checking the rooms as you pass them. Sniffling sounds perk up your ears, and you follow them to their source: the bathroom. âWhat happened, Rose?â She just sniffles again, letting out a defeated sigh. âItâs nothing, Y/N. Iâm okay.â You shake your head, a pained look taking over your features. Knowing that she was hurting killed you. âI donât believe you. We donât have to talk about it if you donât want to, but at least let me cheer you up. Please?â You plead through the door, waiting rather impatiently for her response. Wordlessly, she gathers herself and opens it, choosing to lean against the frame and meet your concerned gaze. âItâs Joon. Heâs being an ass.â You set your jaw and quickly bite your tongue, not wanting to upset her more. Her sweater is soaked and matted with tears, large stains polka-dotting the fluffy material.
Whoâs Joon, you may ask? RosĂ©âs boyfriend and star of the football team⊠aka your arch nemesis. The two of you typically avoided talking about him, and dating in general. As far as you were concerned, he wasnât deserving of the attention. A muffled sob pulls you from your stewing session, and youâre quick to step forward and wipe away her tears. You cup her cheeks, softening at the way she leans into your embrace. Itâs not hard to tell that she doesnât get the love that she deserves. âYouâre too good for him, Rose. Heâs never deserved you.â You say softly, tired of seeing her being mistreated. One instance of this was more than enough, and knowing that this isnât the first time that heâs been the reason for her tears makes your blood boil. You pull her in, and she rests her head against your chest. If circumstances were different, you wouldâve been terrified to have her so close; however, thatâs not at the forefront of your mind right now. Youâre determined to be there for her, even if itâll never be in the way you want. âYou should be with someone who values you. You can do so much better.â You whisper against her temple -- just loud enough for her to hear -- lips in the same position as they were that night at the fair. It comes out as a gentle confession, but you say it like the simple fact it is.Â
After a few more moments of holding her close, her sweet vanilla perfume in the air, she shifts in your arms. Her eyes find yours, and the moment seems as though it was plucked out of some cheesy, coming of age movie. Something within both of you clicks at that point, and you just know. Her slightly puffy features look especially adorable right now, her eyes sparkling. That always seemed like such a strange, poetic thing to you -- how some people can manage to look so stunning after crying. Itâs as though she needed that, in some twisted way. It opened her eyes to the situation she was in, although it hurt. She knew she could get through anything, though, with you by her side. And standing there, wrapped in your warmth, she really couldnât find it in herself to even think of Joon.Â
Your eyes fell to her lips, and she didnât fail to notice. God, those lips. You thought, remembering all of the times youâve wanted to kiss her. She somehow managed to be utterly perfect without even trying. Your heart rate sped up at the feeling of her hands working their way down to your waist, gripping your hips tightly. The atmosphere shifted, and you didnât know what to do with yourself. âY/NâŠâ she says lowly, almost as if sheâs trying to keep herself from doing something stupid. âHmm?â You drag out, causing her to bite her lip in return. Just as the two of you lean in ever closer, the sounds of keys jangling downstairs interrupts your moment. Feeling brave, and not wanting that encounter to pass with nothing to show for it, you give her a sweet kiss on the cheek. You chuckle lightly at the whine that leaves her lips, and take a minute to gather yourself before leading the way downstairs to greet her parents.Â
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Over the next few days, neither of you mention all thatâs happened. You want to, but you have no idea how; your nerves would surely get the best of you. And what if she didnât feel the same? How embarrassing would that be? You wanted nothing more than to have that Hallmark, fairytale ending with her, but you knew that was unrealistic. So, you did what you do best; you continued falling for her from afar, attempting to settle into this routine. Â
Little did you know that she hadnât stopped thinking about it. She often found herself stroking her cheek, where your hand had been that night. If she focused hard enough, she could almost remember the smell of your tropical shampoo, too. Her feelings confused her, but she knew what she wanted. Her fear of rejection outweighed her courage, though, and she never knew how to tell you that she had fallen for you.Â
Part 5: An Overheard Conversation
As you made your way through the halls and towards the library, your mind wandered to a place it often frequented: RosĂ©. You had been so caught up in other things that you hadnât really registered that the project would be over soon. It saddened you to think about, but maybe it was for the best. Perhaps a little distance between the two of you would make it easier to ignore your feelings. Turning the corner, you collided with someone, sending their books into the floor. âIâm so sorry!â You apologize quickly, making sure theyâre alright, before helping them gather their things. They do the same, and continue on their way as you readjust your clothes.
At the sound of that achingly familiar voice, you freeze.
âI broke up with him, Jennie.â
Thatâs all it took for you to press yourself up against the wall, set on listening in on the conversation without getting caught. Part of you felt bad for doing that, but there was no way you were leaving now.
âGood, he never deserved you anyway.â The other girl, Jennie, said, and you made a mental note to give her a high five later on.Â
âHe took me for granted. Iâm just upset it took me so long to realize it.â
âHey, donât do that. You remembered your worth and didnât let that jackass hurt you anymore. Thatâs queen status, if you ask me.â Make that a double high five.
The sounds of her locker being closed lead you to believe that the girls are about to walk away and end the conversation, but you soon stop dead in your tracks, yet again.
âThereâs another reason that I ended things, though, and Iâve been meaning to tell you about it.âÂ
âOoh, do tell.â
RosĂ© clears her throat, and quickly checks to make sure the coast is clear before speaking again. Thank God she didnât notice your presence.Â
âIâve liked this person for a really long time, Jennie.â She confesses, before continuing. âTheyâre always there for me when I need them⊠and donât even get me started on how adorable they are.â
Jennie chuckles at RosĂ©âs words, and you can see her shake her head. âWhat??â RosĂ© asks, pushing her shoulder lightly.Â
âYouâve got it bad. Iâve never seen you blush like that at just the thought of someone. And thatâs saying something.â
RosĂ© hides her face in her hands, embarrassed but amused. âSheâs just so incredible.â
Your heart stops, blood running cold in your veins, and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. Does Jennie know she likes girls? SHE LIKES GIRLS?? I mean, you had thought so after that night but sheâd never admitted it before.
âShe?â Jennie asks gently, not even a trace of judgement in her tone. A little surprise, sure, but nothing bad. RosĂ© simply takes a deep breath and nods her head, waiting for her best friendâs reaction to her slip up. Itâs not that she thought she would be unaccepting, just that these kinds of things were a little bit of a shock to hear sometimes.
âWell, who is she? Iâll have to do some snooping on your next potential love interest.â
Rosé lets out a giggle, and you almost blow your cover by laughing with her.
âYou wonât be getting that information out of me yet, Jennie. No way.â She says, taking the other girlâs hand and leading her down the hallway, away from you.Â
Once alone again, you let out a breath you didnât know you had been holding. Could you be that girl?
Part 6: Presentation Day
As you make your way to your seat, you let out a tired yawn; you had stayed up late adding some last minute touches to your presentation. You wanted it to be a surprise for RosĂ©, so you hadnât told her about what you had done. Hopefully she would enjoy it.
The other groups each took turns showcasing their projects and explaining what the prompt had meant to them. Some said âmoneyâ, âluxuryâ, âtimeâ, etc. Your answer was a bit different than theirs, and you were excited to share it with everyone.
Once it was your turn to present, you made your way up to the front of the room, selecting the correct files and connecting your device with the projector. RosĂ© could sense that you were anxious, which wasnât new for you; school presentations had always made you nervous. Silently, she took your hand within her own and rubbed her thumb across your knuckles. None of the class was paying much attention yet, since you were still technically getting set up, and you were beyond thankful for that intimate moment with her.Â
A short time later, you begin.Â
RosĂ© expertly introduces the different topics you chose to cover with the prompt, explaining their meaning with sincerity. Images of old couples smiling, holding one another close, graced the screen when she brought up âgrowing old togetherâ as a finer thing in life. âNot everyone gets the opportunity to do that with who they love,â she said, and you noticed that her eyes went to you when she said that. Maybe you just imagined that last part, you thought to yourself. Surely so.Â
Other slides of animals, pets, and nature appeared as she continued her speech, followed by her suggestion that âthe act of loving and preserving Earth and its creaturesâ is another finer thing in life.Â
This process continued, with you jumping in for the slides that you had chosen to take over for.Â
Upon hearing RosĂ© finish her last stretch of rehearsed dialogue, you look to your teacher, who gives you a subtle nod and smile. RosĂ© shoots you a confused look, but you donât answer her with words. You move a nearby chair to face the board before bringing her to it. She sits, even more confused now, but trusting you.Â
You swallow nervously, and lick your lips. âOver these past couple months, RosĂ© and I shared new experiences,â with a click of the remote, images of your adventures flood the screen -- your trips to the lake, forest, park, and even the beach, capture the attention of the class. RosĂ© was right there with them, considering she had never seen some of these pictures, let alone expected you to present them. âWe tried new foods, left our comfort zone, and learned more about each other.â More images popped up; some from when you went on a tour of the different restaurants around town, some from bungee jumping, cave exploring, and open water fishing.Â
âBut as we grew closer, I realized more about myself in the process. Iâm totally, utterly, and undeniably in love with you, RosĂ©.â The next set of candid images shows a new glint in your eyes when you look at each other; this was when you had really gotten in deep. You shyly raise your eyes to hers, your stomach in knots. Tears are quickly forming in her eyes, and sheâs covering her mouth to quiet herself. âYou make me happier than Iâve ever been, and life feels better with you. You are my finer thing in life.â Despite all of the emotions sheâs feeling right now, she smiles at the dorky pictures of the two of you doing random things during your shared escapades.Â
Finally, you click to the last slide, revealing a series of pictures of you spelling out, âBe mine?âÂ
This was the final straw; tears finally make their way down her face, spilling onto her soft cheeks. You nod at Mrs. Johnson the same way she had done before, and she swiftly bends down to grab something beneath her desk. When she returns, she hands you a single red rose. âOMG! A rose for RosĂ©, how cute!â One of your classmates yells from the back of the room, and you laugh aloud. That broke the tension, and soon all of you were giggling loudly together. âWell, whaddya say?â You ask, holding out the rose to her in offering. Wordlessly, she takes the flower and wraps her arms around your neck, connecting your lips in a long overdue kiss. The class erupts at this and she smiles against you.Â
âMission accomplished.â Mrs. Johnson says to herself, once everyone is settled back in their seats and chatting about what happened. âI was hoping that would work out.â Confused, you decide to inquire. Reluctantly taking your eyes off of RosĂ©, you look to your teacher and ask, âDid you plan this from the beginning?â She gives you a curious look before scoffing, âIâm practically a matchmaker, Y/N. I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. It wouldâve been a crime not to pair you up.â
Your mouth hangs agape as you look back to RosĂ©, finding her donning a similar expression. âI was tricked into the plan!â You realize, laughing with her. âIt was destiny, then.â She says, pulling you in by your collar for yet another kiss, loving the feeling of your blushing cheeks against her own.
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Hi Mil!!
I thought those Meet Cute asks were so much fun!! I am glad you did too!! If you have time I would like to request #35 for Ethan and Olivia.
Thank you!!
-Kate
Please drive!
Pairing : Ethan Ramsey x f!mc (Olivia Valentine) ŠŠ Words/Rating : 1.4k / T ŠŠ Warnings : mention of aggressive dogs ŠŠ Setting : Alternate Universe ŠŠ
Prompt : They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving
A/N : Hello!! I'm sorry this took so long but it's here now and I really hope you like this Kate! I certainly had lots of fun with this. Request from the meet cute prompt list (requests still open). Happy reading!
Disclaimer : all characters belong to the rightful owners. Also the Thomas Mendez headcanon here is by @jamespotterthefirst
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It was a warm, sunny afternoon, the sun high upon the sky, the air unusually filled with humidity. A dreadful combination, for sure. The street was mostly empty, the sight of another soul, rare during this time that the heat was at its fullest. Most people would be sensible enough to not go out at 103°F, but as much as he needed to be one of those people, Ethan was on borrowed time that day.
Being an intern at a hospital was probably the hardest - and let's be honest, shittiest- situation you could be in, right? The answer is a big fat no. At least that's what Ethan Ramsey, a doctor who at just his second year as an attending was at the top of his game and highly successful, would say. Why? Because someone has to deal with the interns and that brave soul has to deal with a lot. He speaks from experience.
Hence why this was the only moment he could slip in his schedule to take a break and get some decent coffee. His best friend Tobias, had suggested he go to the new place in the suburbs to get his caffeine fix. Of course, Ethan didn't believe him at first. A coffee shop in the suburbs? Sounds like one of Tobias' usual pranks. Still, his curiosity won and he drove all the way to the suburbs in search of the infamous coffee shop.
He would die before he admitted that Tobias was right, but that was some pretty good coffee. Content and somewhat more ready to go back, he began walking to his car. He could hear some barking in the distance, but that was to be expected. All those rich people around here sure would keep a dog or two. "Well maybe I should adopt the pup Thomas stole. I could use the company of someone not constantly talking" , he thought to himself as he unlocked the car.
Ethan quickly got in and immediately turned on the air conditioning. He sinked into his leather seat and closed his eyes for a minute, finding some relief from the unbearable heat. Suddenly he heard the door of the car open and close along with some very loud barking and he instinctively jumped in his seat, turning to look at the person who jumped in his car.
He didn't even get to utter a word before the woman turned to look at him with pleading eyes.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry for barging in but please please drive ! I'll explain everything I promise!"
Not even thinking about it, he started driving, while keeping an eye on the woman next to him, who was breathing heavily and looking out of the mirrors. It was then that he saw six big dogs running after his car and all that barking he had heard started making sense.
The dogs stopped following them after a few more minutes, their endurance making them seem understandably terrifying. Only then did she relax and take a deep breath.
"Thank you so much for this. I'm so sorry for jumping into your car.", she thanked him with a small smile.
"Uh⊠it's no problem. Glad I could help."
"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Olivia Valentine, nice to meet you.", Olivia extended her hand towards him in a handshake.
Turning his eyes on her he briefly shook her hand. "Ethan Ramsey, it'sâŠcertainly interesting to meet you"
She laughed slightly at that, shaking her head and looking out of the window.
Ethan couldn't help but really notice how attractive she was. Her hair was gold blonde and tied back into a high ponytail, shaped in loose curls. Her eyes were big and green and her skin was spotless. Olivia wasn't wearing much makeup but what really stood out was her plump, bright red lips, perfectly contrasting with her fair skin. She was dressed in a simple, professional, dark blue , form-fitting dress with black high heels that accentuated her long legs. She was wearing a silver, elegant wrist watch and in her lap rested a black briefcase.
"Would it be okay if I asked what just happened to you, Miss Valentine?", the urge to solve mysteries whether it was regarding medicine or this beautiful woman, propelled him towards asking her this question. Besides she just came out of nowhere, I have a right I ask her. Right?
"Please call me Olivia."
"Only if you call me Ethan"
She grinned and nodded. "Deal"
"So, Ethan , I am a real estate agent. I had an appointment with a client to show him a villa that was for sale but I had been waiting outside the house for thirty minutes and he hadn't shown up. And of course, he didn't even call to let me know that he wouldn't come, instead of letting me roast in the sun. Anyways, I decided to leave and I walked a couple of blocks down the street in hopes of getting a cab. You can guess how well that went in this time and area, so I called a colleague to come pick me up. I was waiting for her to come, when two of these huge ass dogs escaped their homes, thinking I was an intruder just because I passed by and began coming closer, teeth bared and all. Since I am so lucky today, somehow more dogs gathered so I panicked and ran. They started chasing me⊠and then Olivia met Ethan", she finished her story with a dry chuckle.
Ethan was left speechless. His surprise must have been written all across his face because next thing he knew she was bursting into laughter.
"I'm-I'm sorry⊠it's just--that you should see your face", she said in between laughing.
"I mean. Wow. And all because of that jerk of a client."
"Definitely a jerk and not only because of that. He's a plastic surgeon and he's all about how successful he is or some shit. "I'm Dr. Thorne and I'm one of the leading plastic surgeons in Massachusetts." As if I give a damn. ", she rolled her eyes hard.
"Dr. Thorne you said? Ugh he's one of the worst of his kind"
"You know him?!"
"Yeah unfortunately. He works in Edenbrook, as do I. I'm a doctor."
"Ohh interesting! Let me guess. Internal medicine?"
"Actually⊠yes. How did you guess?", he turned to give her a surprised look.
"You previously said of his kind. I know enough about doctors that one working in internal medicine isn't particularlyâŠfond of surgeons. Am I right?", she asked giddily.
Ethan chucked at that. "Yes, you are. Mostly at least"
"Nailed it."
Valentine. Where had he heard that name though�
"You work in the big firm downtown don't you?" , he stated rather than asked after a moment of silence.
"I was wondering when you would figure it out Dr. Ramsey.", Olivia teased him, smirking.
"I am a diagnostician Ms. Valentine. I notice things. And your firm is difficult to miss"
"Technically not mine. My father owns the business."
"So it's safe to assume, your mother is the doctor?"
"Bravo, Doctor. Yes indeed. She works at Mass Kenmore."
"I see⊠So. Want me to give you a lift? We're already in the car and your work is on my way.", he raised an eyebrow expectantly.
"Sure! Thanks Ethan", she replied, grinning widely.
They spent the rest of the way comfortably talking to each other, both genuinely enjoying each other's company. For someone who was so talkative and gregarious, Ethan found himself interested in anything Olivia had to say. She was smart and confident, but in the most charming way possible. At last they reached the firm and Ethan pulled over.
Both turned to look at each other and started talking simultaneously
"Olivia--"
"I --"
"Ladies first.", he motioned for her to say what she wanted.
"Right. Thank you once again Ethan, both for the save and the ride. It was really nice to meet you.", her hand reached and squeezed his arm.
"You're very welcome, Olivia. I uh⊠wanted to askâŠonly if you want to of course⊠can I have your number?". He was quite visibly stuttering, but he tried to hide it behind a cough.
Olivia looked him in the eyes, clearly seeing through him and smiled. "Yeah, absolutely. Can I have yours too?"
He smiled back at her. "Yes of course"
They exchanged cards and after saying goodbye, Olivia got out of the car and walked back into the office. Just as she sat down at her desk she received a text message.
Ethan : Meet me this Saturday at 8, in "Gaston's Bistro"?
Olivia : I'll be there :)
Ethan : Perfect :D
She put her phone away and got down to work, smiling all the way, already excited for her date this weekend.
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