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furiosity-wills-the-cat · 4 years ago

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Chara, the fourth Blook cousin:

A crack theory that accidentally become way more serious than it should have because it somehow, despite my best efforts, ended up making sense

Brought to you by my idiot conspiracy brain (affectionate) and by encouragement from my Tumblr followers

Under the cut for the sake of your dashes and sanity

Ok here we go my very elaborate accidental theory, because in order to answer the complex questions simply you must first make simple things more complex or something

First, you need to know that Chara became a Blook cousin by adoption.

All of the Blooks are adopted.

Ghosts are not born into families, they make their own.

Got it? Great, because we’re about to start running

so first, im gonna make surprisingly uncommon claim in this fandom, and I am going to say that undertale ghosts are all dead

I’m taking the tiny details we know about ghosts and sprinting with them to new places

Ghosts also do not have souls I decided

Undertale souls do not work the same as souls in traditional mythology

So every ghost is soulless Unless and Until they become corporeal

Evidence: Monster souls cant exist without bodies, and ghosts are monsters, therefore ghosts cannot have souls without bodies

Further evidence: Asriel doesnt steal blooky’s soul, blooky is unkillable, we have no concrete evidence that blooky has a soul

What about mettaton? He only has a soul after he has completely committed to being corporeal and to a specific body.

Also maddy and mettaton are both only killable while corporeal

Im also connecting the dots we have about souls in a new creative way so let me live for a second

Additionally, i am going to claim that there are a lot more ghosts than just the blooks, some evidence given below

Theres like actual scientific knowlege of ghosts in the undertale verse which seems unlikely if theres literally only three or four

The underground is so much bigger than you think, theres that giant forest in snowdin, a large town in the ruins, the huge city of new home, who knows how much space in the large open areas of waterfall etc. Its really really big okay

Also based off evidence of blooky, we can conclude that ghosts can turn invisible whenever they want to and/or haunt objects to hide

So I personally think that ghosts are, generally speaking, extremely reclusive

And the blooks are just a special exception, a beautiful family, amazing for them

So anyway im going with typical ghost lore for now, for the sake of ease, so im gonna say ghosts generally come from monsters who are particularly restless or unsatisfied when they die

HOWEVER i dont think they remember being monsters or anything before being a ghost. They just kinda fizzle into existance with a fully formed personality and immortality while being unkillable and feeling vaguely uneasy

ALSO i personally think that chara was a ghost for a long time before they became a blook by adoption

Based on game lore, i think ghosts can possess any inanimate object and just kinda wear it? But it takes a lot of strong emotion to become corporeal

And chara is the super weird exception because they were a human not a monster.

They dont have a soul (i headcanon that their soul got destroyed when asriel died)

And they KNOW this, which is a huge part of why they kinda just... give up

Because they lost their ability to fulfill prophecy

Also, without a soul, they lost their ability to reset, so for the first time since falling underground, theyre subject to the relentless march of time

But theyre still weirdly strong and powerful and more emotional

ALSO they DO still remember being a human but they catch on pretty quickly that other ghosts dont have memories and because chara is stupid they just lie to fit in

Theyre too tired to explain themself, they just want to be alone and feel awful

Now back to ghost lore

Emotions are a lot harder for ghosts??? I decided

And they dont know why,, they tend to blame it on the soul thing

But realistically its actually more of the immortality thing making actions not have consequences and/or or not having a body so they cant have a sense of touch or have physical effects of emotion

They all know that ghosts just tend to be way more floaty and bored and numb

And thats part of why the blooks are so special

Maddy’s rage and Mettaton’s yearning and Napstablook’s misery are like... not great all of the time...

but theyre also way way more emotion than most ghosts have,,, they are just a family supporting each other, being as functional as they can,, just an emo(tional) ghost family

most ghosts barely do anything except like stare at walls but the blooks have their snail farm and that helps them have purpose and it is good

And they hold each other accountable and it is nice

So anyway chara just chills and is in a depression coma for a few decades before the blooks find them and are like “our child/baby cousin”

and they raise them for a cool minute

They are all very protective of the new baby emo blook

And chara doesnt get therapy but at the very least they once again have a family, and they decide they want to try to become corporeal eventually just like mtt and maddy

So anyway chara starts hanging out in the ruins a lot more and they finally tell the blooks theyre leaving to go become corporeal in the ruins

This is actually because they are trying to hang out with toriel

because they miss their mom ;;

but chara’s not gonna admit that to anyone, especially not to themself

And because theyre still repressing their emotions constantly and pretending to be fine, they cant become corporeal

And they hang out in the ruins for a long time because they feel guilty lying to everyone about everything

They still feel like its their fault that all the monsters are stuck underground, because they were SUPPOSED to save everyone and they COULDNT and it HURTS

But again, they are doing too much repression to use this guilt to become corporeal,

so instead they just kinda hide and watch toriel from a distance and cry

Blooky visits them the most, thats why blooky is chilling in the ruins so much at the start of the game

Theyre just there to visit their shy baby cousin ;;

Ofc they wont tell frisk about this because chara wants space and privacy and blooky respects that

but maddy and mtt also visit them a lot

Oh also when mtt and maddy start dissapearing, blookys mental health plummets as their family and support system starts to dissolve

Blooky was actually doing extremely well (for a ghost) for a long time, i headcanon,

but theyre doing the worst theyve been in a long long time during the game, because of family issues

So anyway, chara dissapears when frisk shows up, and maddy assumes this is becaude frisk hurt their fragile feelings

Maddy spends hours desperately searching the ruins for chara and cant find them and assumes that they had their heart crushed and went to hide and disappear in a depression coma for another few decades, and thats part of why maddy is so furious with frisk

Like,, to be clear, maddy is still jumping to conclusions and throwing blame around with no proof, but also, its a logical conclusion to come to

And mettaton has already disappeared too and been gone for a while, too, by this point, so it hurts even worse

But anyway, what actually happened to chara is that;

Because chara is a human ghost, not a monster ghost, normal ghost rules dont apply to them

And they can possess living things too they find out

Maybe they knew it a long time ago, maybe its a new discovery, but for whatever reason they end up possessing frisk and theyre like “what the heck”

And frisk still has most of the control

But now chara is like,,, “this is my chance, im a human again, gotta save the world for real,,,”

and they cant explain this to anyone without revealing their past

so they just chill in frisk’s mind while being super crypic and trying to figure out how it works

Pacifist route, this is pretty much exactly what happens

They manage to help frisk save the day

And in my headcanon, the no mercy route is started by frisk who is scared when faced by monsters attacking them

And then chara, who was aready hiding in a semidepression coma for a while, immediately transitions to a panicked “gotta protect this body, gotta protect my chance to be human, i died and threw away my chance to save everyone the first time, i CANNOT lose this chance again”

And so the combination of both frisk and chara is the genocide run

Because frisk kills in self defense, and whenever frisk hesitates, chara jumps in

Also theres leftover feelings from the whole asriel incident

Because again, ghosts come from monsters who died unsatisfied

And chara’s main source of unsatisfaction is how they were trying to get asriel to kill people before he died and then he didnt

So thats a strong strong feeling ruling them

So anyway by the time they both realize how bad its become they figure its too late and also the amount of LOVE has made them numb

And thats when chara who, despite everything, still has idiot hero complex and thinks they need to save the world

So, while panicking, they step in at the very end, and erase the timeline and delete everything

And also to clarify

They DONT HAVE this power at any other point in the game

Because, guess why

They become corporeal

Just like maddy, the no mercy route is the only thing that gives them strong enough emotion to spontaneously become corporeal

So they become corporeal and as soon as they have a soul again and can reset again, they just erase everything

Ok back to fluff

Post pacifist route, they are still a non corporeal ghost

They can still float around and look just like the other blooks

And it takes them a while to open up about things, but they do end up moving back in with blooky so that blooky isnt completely alone

And also they do way better with a family

Also they can float through the mountain and talk to flowey down below and bring him news

And now that they know about him, they can bond with him and explain that they dont have a soul either but that doesnt mean theyre worthless

Oh ALSO

The other dead humans dont have ghosts

BECAUSE

ghosts only come from restless dead MONSTERS

and chara is the weird special exception

Because they were a monster when they died

They became a ghost and asriel didnt because they were way more restless and stressed than asriel was when both of them died

Like sure, asriel felt awful, but chara was the one who was way more like “this is my fault, i CANT die now, the world NEEDS me”

So anyway

charablook the emo tween ghost and asriel flowey the eldrich goat daisy are siblings once more and they hang out and eventually they are okay and have a family again

Thank you for reading, this has been my thoughts on a crack theory that accidentally went too far

This isnt even everything, maybe i’ll make a part two eventually, but i promised to have this post out like two days ago, so i wanted to post SOMTHING

Anyway leave your thoughts if youd like

Im not looking for people to disprove it, i already know its crazy, i dont think it was intentional by the game writers, but i do think its a fun concept

thats the fun of it, so if anyone wants to run with it im all for it lol

Thanks again! Have a nice day!

#no mercy #as a warning tag #chara undertale #napstablook undertale #fic tag #meta #analysis #crack theroy #undertale #i didnt edit this very much #so if there are any major typos or parts that didnt make sense #or were illegible #feel free to let me know so i can clarify

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viola-canadensis · 11 months ago

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Mostly just that like lots of people are saying that its the best souls-like but its still not as good as the actual souls games cause it lacks “polish” or “charm” and like to me that just seems like people cant actually come up with a reason for not liking it other than the fact that its just not made by fromsoft. And there are some decent real criticisms but like most of them are also criticisms you can make about the actual souls games.

I guess like response to gameplay criticisms section? (Also usual disclaimer that i dont know fuck about shit)

Like for one people say its too linear. Well everyone says that about dark souls 3 too. So is it just more too linear than dark souls three and thats why its worse? Or is it equally as bad as dark souls three and its just worse than dark souls one cause as we all know dark souls one is the absolute peak of world design. And is being “too linear” actually a bad thing? Obviously being able to explore a fully connected world is a big part of dark souls one but is a game necessarily worse because its not like that? If all souls-likes are automatically bad because theyre not exactly like dark souls one then maybe we shouldnt be judging them on that basis. I actually prefer how linear it is. I get super stressed if i think im missing something but i actually managed to get through the whole game without having to look up item locations on a wiki because there was never so many branching paths that i got confused about where i was supposed to be going. Also i never got bored of going in a straight line because all the locations were really interesting.

You got a cool factory area with steam and grease and shit everywhere. You got this creepy village with some zombie people and stuff. You got fuckin some other places too idk theres a whole bunch. Only place i really have any complaints about is the final area cause i think it just dragged on a little too long. Its like 1.5 times bigger than all the other areas and to me was the most monotonous cause its like a bunch of greyish bricks for most of it. But again theres so many souls areas i dont like. I always speed through catacombs/smouldering lake and irithyll dungeon as fast as possible in ds3 cause i fucking hate those places. And all the fucking poison swamps in all the souls games? That shit sucks. And theres a poison swamp in lies of p but i actually dont hate it cause one its pretty short and two the poison isnt that bad as long as you wear the right converter for it and the game does a pretty good job impressing upon you the importance of having the correct resistances in any given situation. And youre not likely to have missed the best gear for that part of the game because the game is linear so its pretty easy to find all the shit you need.

Few more quick things. Some people were mad about a difficulty jump in the middle of lies of p. To me it didnt seem that bad. It was more of a skill check honestly. Once i starting using all the moves available to me it became way easier. And also you look at wolnir -> yhorm -> pontiff -> aldrich -> dancer in ds3 and tell me that thats not a crazy rollercoaster of difficulty for a first playthrough. (Lotta ds3 areas and bosses in this post cause im just most familiar with it).

Another quick thing is I FORGET RIGHT NOW ADD SOMETHING OR DELETE THIS BEFORE YOU POST VI.

I think to me people are just far more willing to overlook faults with fromsoft games but then use those same faults to criticize other souls-likes. And i mean im willing to overlook those faults too. But im just also willing to overlook them in lies of p. And in fact i dont really find a lot of them to be real faults. My main point here is just that i think people are confusing personal preference for objective criticism. (I feel like that sentence sounds stupid idk). Maybe there really is something special about fromsoft games that most people arent seeing in lies of p. But for me its there. And i just dont think lies of p deserves to be seen as a lesser game than the fromsoft games because its not exactly what people prefer.

Story stuff or somethin (the stuff im very passionate about) (still dont know shit tho)

Post isnt over yet theres more. All that other shit is like stuff i dont care about that much and some of it might be stupid as hell but there are two criticisms i will not let stand. One is that the story isnt as good as the souls games. And im just. Fucking. The souls games dont have any story bestie. They have lore. But that shit already happened. The story is just some guys tell you you gotta link the flame and then you either go do it or you go do not it. Thats all that fucking happens. Altho im being an asshole lol i know theres more to it. You being “just another guy” is kinda super important to the lore and overarching story and stuff. And the lore itself is obviously very fun and theres tons of it and shit. And all the fuckin *vibes* are there and it makes for a great experience. And theres some fun npcs you meet and they have nice little stories and stuff (if you can figure out how the fuck to progress them without getting everyone fucking killed). And obviously in ds3 all the gael stuff is super cool and makes for a final battle that you specifically actually have some stakes in. But the souls games dont really have like a plot and story that the main character drives and experiences and shit. And they dont need it cause its not what theyre going for. But that doesnt mean that when lies of p has that type of story instead of all the lore and shit its somehow worse.

And heres where the second point comes in. I saw someone say that lies of p just doesnt have the heart as the souls games. And idk if this is a big criticism or if its just that one person and so like sorry if im just shitting on one guy specifically but also not sorry cause thats a stupid fucking thing to say about a game where several key aspects of the gameplay and story revolve around the main character’s beating fucking heart.

Lies of P is a game about a boy named P (for pinocchio) becoming a real boy. But they made it weird and cool. Cause its also about killer puppets and mutant zombies and evil dads and dead best friends and fucking kindness and being fucking nice to people and no dark souls game is ever gonna make me fucking cry while writing a tumblr post about it a fucking month after i last played it.

Im doing a shit job at saying what i want to say. Basically your dad wants to make you a real boy and he kills you at the end of the game to do it cause he just needs your heart and not your body cause youre just a puppet not his son and so he takes your heart and puts it in this body he made and you become a real boy. But if you do nice shit for people and lie and stuff and do human things. You can do an optional finaler boss after the final boss to prevent him from killing you and prevent him from killing your friends cause thats what he does immediately after killing you. But so if you do this optional really hard fight and win then you get a cutscene where you almost die but he jumps in front to save you. But hes not actually saving you hes just saving your heart cause his “real” sons soul is in there. And so you finish off the boss and hold him in your arms and the last thing he says to you is “i knew it. Youre just a useless puppet”. EXCEPT if you gain enough humanity by being nice and lying and helping people and listening to fucking music yes this fucking game makes you sit down for minutes at a time and listen to music and it gives you humanity points cause listening to music and feeling emotions from it is so fucking human if you do all that shit then when your father is dying in your arms your puppet body starts crying because even though hes a piece of shit youre a 5 day old puppet and hes your fucking dad and he looks up at you and sees your tears and he apologizes cause he was fucking wrong because youre not just a puppet. Youre already a real boy. You dont have a human body but you understand compassion and love and you lie sometimes and make mistakes and youre fucking human and if you wanna tell me that a story like that doesnt have any fucking heart im gonna fucking eat you. And the fucking stakes are so personal. Im not fighting this boss cause im just supposed to. Im purposely fighting a really hard boss that i could tap out of any time and take the easy way out. But im fighting it for my friends because i love them and im fucking human and im not gonna let you take everything i love away. And lies of p has boss weapons like dark souls. Whats the weapon you get from that boss. Its called the fucking proof of humanity.

I guess i didnt really explain a lot of the story lol just the endings. But still i hope i kinda got what im trying to say across. I just really love this game and i dont like seeing people shit on it for seemingly arbitrary reasons. It means a lot to me. Also im not under the impression that it’s necessarily the most original idea ever i mean half of sci fi is about how androids and ai can be real people and stuff. And fighting a hard boss to save your friends is just fucking undertale. But i mean that doesnt make it bad. And the super fun and challenging gameplay combined with the engaging story and personal stakes just makes a really special experience for me. Theres some miscellaneous gameplay shit i love that i wanna talk about as just like stuff i enjoy without comparing it to dark souls or anything so i might add another reblog with that stuff but ive been writing this for like an hour which is way longer than the 10 seconds i thought i was gonna spend. Also by the way i fucking love the souls games. Dark souls 3 is like top 5 favourite games ever for me. But i just think some fans just cant get past the “im a dark souls fan” part of their identity and are unwilling to give other games a chance. And i mean lies of p doesnt have to be as special to anyone else as it is to me. But just try to engage with it on its terms rather than comparing every single part to dark souls. Anyway i feel like i just said the same thing 5 times i think im done bye.

Any of yous like lies of p? I really like it imma write some stuffs about it in a sec

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literaila · 4 years ago

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we used to

“the middle”

spencer reid x reader

summary: spencer cant remember the reader. she wont let him forget her.

this is actually part two! part one here

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of pain, memories? angst. theres slashes though words (for example) but theyre meant to represent numbness

also! i wrote some of this while some teenage kids were watching me sit against a tree. i just thought that was important to add. enjoy!

“Where did we meet?”

“A little park. I was laying down enjoying the sunshine, and you came over, worried, and started checking my pulse. You said you wanted to make sure I wasn't dead.”

She laughed.

But she didn't tell him about the way his eyes had gotten bigger when she looked up at him. She didn't tell him how he swallowed, his face suddenly nervous. He didn't tell her how she had started laughing at him, and he blushed embarrassed.

“After that, I asked if I could play chess with you. You let me win.”

She didn't tell him about the years she’d spent teasing him for that. She didn't tell him about the number she’d managed to slip into his bag when he’d been distracted. The number he didn't use for weeks. She didn't tell him how rejected she felt every day that went by, didn't tell him that she went to the same park almost every day just to see him. She didn't tell him about the disappointment that coursed through her veins every time she checked her phone.

“Where was our first date?”

“You took me to the museum. You were really nervous. I was almost worried you would run out of things to tell me.”

She didn't tell him that it was one of the first things she’d noticed about him. That she’d loved that he had so much to say from the very beginning.

They’d spent three days together.

Spencer had to stay two weeks after he’d woken up. The first week was spent testing his memory, making sure everything was still in order. He spent day after day, meeting doctors, in machines. People were visiting him right and left, but he was almost always gone.

She didn't see him much that week.

The next week his doctors were sure that everything was fine. Besides the amnesia, there were no other effects on his brain. His broken leg was healing nicely, and he would be fine in a couple of weeks.

But, they said, they wanted to keep him there just one more week, to make sure that they hadn't missed anything.

So he stayed.

And Y/N started going to see him that week.

She’d been hesitant, worried that he wouldn't actually want to see her, that he had changed his mind, but as soon as she knocked on the door he seemed to be bright and awake. She took that as a good sign.

Since then, three days have passed. They’d spent the majority of those days together. Spencer was full of questions, full of things that he couldn't remember he’d already told her, his brain never seemed to stop turning, to stop thinking.

She was used to it.

Most of the time, she was doing all of the talking. She was telling him about their relationship, about herself, she was telling him about all the things he’d learned about her in the course of five years, she was cramming it all into short sentences, giving up on giving any important details.

It was exhausting.

Sometimes, she started to say something, was about to mention something that they'd done together, but she always paused mid-sentence, reminded of the life Spencer had lost, of all of their days together that were lost.

And other times, Spencer was telling her something, was talking so that she didn't have to, and he mentioned something that she already knew. He mentioned things about his childhood, about the way Derek teased him, the way Penelope was good at making him feel flustered, and she always felt herself wince. Because she already knew all of those things. She knew more things about him than he did, she knew almost everything. And he didn't.

It was like two strangers talking.

Except the only stranger in the room was her.

She wasn't acting like herself.

She was trying to avoid scaring Spencer, rushing into things, scaring him away from her forever.

So she didn't act like herself.

She hid the little details, the tiniest things that she didn't want him to know, she kept them locked away, didn't add them into the stories that he was always asking for. She did it constantly. And to some extent, it felt like lying, it felt like taking something important away from him. But, she also knew how easily overwhelmed her Spencer could get, she knew about all of the things that would scare him. So she didn't feel as bad hiding things from him.

Derek and Penelope came almost every day. Some days the best they could manage was a call. Cases were taking over, the world not stopping for Spencer, and a couple of times they couldn't get to Spencer quick enough.

So they called. And every time, Spencer seemed almost uncomfortable. He always asked if Y/N wanted to talk to them, always hesitant, because he didn't know how close all of them were, he didn't know if Y/N would feel pressured by his friends if she even liked them.

All Spencer knew was there was a pretty girl, a girl he’d once known, sitting in his room.

Today was like all the other days, Spencer asking questions, this time about their history together.

Y/N had been looking out the window, daydreaming of a time where she didn't feel like a stranger to her own body.

Spencer cleared his throat trying to get her attention.

She looked over to him, her eyes wide and empty, she made a noise of acknowledgment, a sign that he could go on. She watched as he gathered his thoughts, already familiar with the look in his eyes.

“What did I like about you?”

She paused. Looked away from him. What did he like about her?

They’d talked about it many times. He’d told her thousands of times how much he loved her. She’d heard it over and over again, felt it pounding in her heart, racing around her head, every day for five years.

It didn’t seem long enough.

She thought about the things he used to compliment.

“Your eyes. They’re so beautiful. They look like they hold all the secrets of the world.”

She remembered him running his hands through her hair, moving it so he could see more of her face. She remembered his eyes. She remembered how comfortable they felt.

“I hope you’ll tell me one day.” he’d said, after minutes of just looking at each other.

“Tell you what?” she whispered, ducking her head down into his chest.

He hadn’t answered. They both fell asleep.

She thought of the time he told her she would look beautiful in anything.

“It doesn’t matter to me what you wear. You’re perfect to me, always.”

After that, he never stopped telling her that.

“You’re perfect to me.”

“You’re perfect for me.”

“You’re perfect with me.”

“Always.”

For a moment, she wished she could hear it again.

She removed that thought from her head almost as soon as it entered. She forced it away, locking it into her cage, somewhere deep in her body, where it wouldn’t be found again.

She shouldn’t be thinking about things like that.

“I think you liked that I was so open to learning new things. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t listen to you say.”

Spencer contemplated that. He thought of all the people that asked him to stop talking, told him that it was too much, too far.

She was probably right.

But that seemed like a silly reason for him to love her.

He finally nodded, accepting her answer.

And then the nurse came in.

And she had to leave

***

Later that week, it was time for Spencer to go home.

It was time for both of them to go home since Y/N had refused to leave without him, even when he’d woken up.

She was nervous.

She didn’t want him to know she was nervous.

They’d been living together for almost two years, together they had picked out an apartment, one that both of them had loved. They’d spent every day they had together, when they were both home, in their tiny apartment. She didn’t know what Spencer now would think about it. He’d lost all memories of it, lost all of their shared moments at home together, and when he’d asked about his apartment, the one he’d had five years ago, Y/N didn’t know what to say.

He’d given up that apartment for her.

He didn’t have any place to live beside their apartment.

She smiled at him when he asked and told him about apartment searching, about how he was sure to get the safest apartment they could find.

“We need it Y/N.” he’d whined when she refused to get the one apartment he deemed safest- because it came with a double lock and no balcony -she’d only smiled at him, kissing his nose and walking away.

Eventually, she’d caved in. Spencer didn’t seem to like any other apartments after that one.

After she was done sharing the story, done trying to remind him who he was supposed to be, he smiled nervously at her.

She knew he was uncomfortable. She knew that he didn’t want to live in a brand new place, with a strange girl who he was supposed to be in love with.

In his mind, they’d only known each other for two days, in his mind, she wasn’t anything special. In his mind, it was weird to live with someone you’d only just met.

Y/N didn’t know how to make him feel more comfortable.

She tried to remind herself that it would take time, that it had taken time when they’d first moved in, that it would take time again.

She didn’t want time.

She wanted Spencer.

She ignored that. Instead, she spent her time making sure she had all the proper medical equipment at their apartment. She spent the moments she wasn’t with Spencer online, looking for different things that could make a broken leg, a forgotten five years, easier.

She also looked for things to prevent the pain she felt every time she moved. She didn’t want to breathe out smoke every time she tried to speak, tried to breathe.

So far she hadn’t found anything. Her doctor recommended pain medication, told her about all the drugs that could help her.

She refused to listen.

She didn’t even know why.

And now it had been more than a month since the accident, and they were finally going home.

Together.

She helped Spencer sign all his release papers, reminding him where he lived, what his phone number was, who they could call in case of emergency.

She helped him and then it was time to go. It was time to go.

They walked side by side out of the hospital, Spencer enjoyed the air outside, enjoyed something that didn’t feel like the stale walls of the hospital he’d been locked up in. Y/N looked back at the hospital. Almost longingly. Almost as if she wanted to go back. She wouldn’t feel as nervous as she did if they were still in the hospital.

She brought him to her car. Helped him get in. They both smiled at each other awkwardly.

The ride home was silent. Neither of them spoke a word. Spencer spent the time looking out the window, observing the drive he couldn’t remember, watching the world pass him by. Y/N avoided looking at him. She avoided looking at anything. She drove and she tried to remind herself that everything was fine. They were both going to be fine.

By the time they got there, to the tiny apartment, both of them had only managed to rack up more nerves.

“This is it.” Y/N said, getting out of the car, trying to keep her face calm, her body comfortable, to go help Spencer get out of the car.

She showed him the way to the elevator. Listed out all of their neighbors that lived on the first floor.

“This is Mrs. Hankel’s apartment. She loves you. She hates me.” she said as she passed by a door.

It was the first laugh they shared all day.

As they walked Spencer looked back at the door longingly.

When they finally arrived at the door Spencer looked down at the welcome mat, laughing a little.

The mat, brown and boring, with a barely notice scrip at the bottom reading

“shoes off, fuckers”

Spencer looked back up at Y/N to see her laughing with him. They were getting closer, the invisible wall keeping them apart seemed to disappear for a moment.

“Why do we-?” he asked, chuckling as he watched her smile.

He could see the way she lit up, the life that had joined her eyes, he could see the immediate difference in her body just by looking at the mat.

“You kept pestering me about a welcome mat,” she laughed, shaking her head and looking up at Spencer. “But Y/N '' she imitated him, “Studies have shown that most toxic chemicals that end up inside a person's home are tracked in by their shoes. A doormat would stop that-'' she giggled, her words fading. “You just wouldn’t give it up. Eventually, we had to compromise.” she ended, pointing her hand at the mat and smiling at him.

It was her first real smile.

Spencer felt dazed.

But, almost as quick as it was there, it disappeared, fading off her face, her eyes becoming stone again.

The wall was back up.

She reminded herself not to overwhelm him, not to do anything that would be too much. She never wanted to be too much for him. He needed help, not her emotions.

She was still reminding herself of that as they walked in the doors.

Spencer looked around and he saw some things that he didn't really understand, like the art hanging up on the wall, the candles that seemed to rest on every empty space, the delicate paintings on the walls. But as he looked around he saw things that he did understand. He saw the textbooks, the bookshelves that occupied all the walls, and when Y/N told him that he was free to walk around, to look around, he saw all of his books placed on the bookshelves littering the apartment. He walked around and noticed all the tattered old copies that he had bought at second-hand bookstores, he saw the first edition books everyone always seemed to give, he looked around and he remembered all the books. He also saw new books, ones that he couldn't imagine reading without some persuasion. He saw old romance, new romance, he saw young adults and dystopian, he saw cookbooks, self-help books, and he laughed a little at the thought of reading any of them.

Those were so obviously Y/N’s.

“We have a lot of books.” he heard her say behind him, and he turned to see her standing watching him, observing him looking around. He wondered why he hadn't noticed her before.

He smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't bothered by him snooping around.

“Did I bring some of my books here?” he asked, turning back to look at all the books he remembered.

“Yes. Not all of them, I needed a little bit of room. But most of them are yours.” she smiled, her face still tense, still frozen solid.

She turned to go, wanting Spencer to look around without her hovering over him.

She walked into the kitchen to make them something for lunch, feeling the pain circle her lungs. She thought of the medication she could be taking right now, thought of the relief her body would feel, she thought about the pain, the writhing pain that lived inside her.

The pain on her lungs was nothing.

The pain on her lungs, on her ribs, in her chest, felt like pain medication.

It felt like nothing compared to-

She paused. She let her thoughts drift off, let her body become aware again, let herself turn to stone, let everything drain out of her.

This pain was nothing.

She was strong enough to deal with a little pain.

She continued to make lunch, continued to not think of anything, to only think of essential things, such as where she would sleep. How she would show Spencer their bedroom, show him where he kept all stuff.

She thought about showing him which shampoos were his, why he enjoyed them so much. He thought about showing him the clothes she’d been buying him for years, the clothes he used to tell her he felt at home in. She thought about showing him the photo album they had made together, Spencer mostly watching, as a present for their third anniversary. She thought about showing him how to lock the door, how to make sure their security system wouldn't start blaring when they left the house.

She had so much to teach him.

There were so many lost memories.

And finally, when she was about to let it go, about to forget about all the things she needed to do, Spencer walked in.

The pain she felt just looking at him-

Breathe in.

“Hey. See everything?” she asked, a perfect, practiced smile on her face.

Spencer smiled back, politely. “Yeah. Did you decorate?”

She laughed, the feeling burning her lungs. “You helped me choose the colors,” she said reassuringly as if she was worried he was going to be upset as if she knew how this stranger would react as if she knew him-

Spencer nodded, looking solemnly at the floor.

“So I was thinking-” Y/N started, only to be interrupted by Spencer.

‘When can I-” he started, looking up at her sheepishly. “Sorry,” he muttered smiling at her. She nodded, her face cold as ice, nodding for him to continue. “I was wondering when I could get my stuff?” he continued, softer this time.

She paused, her hands frozen, her face still poised, but her heart racing at his words.

“Get your stuff?” she asked softly, trying not to let her voice shake.

“Yeah,” he responded easily. “I asked JJ and she said I could stay at her house. At least until I can get a new apartment-”

Y/N had stopped listening.

She wasn't listening.

Spencer wasn't staying.

He wasn't.

He was.

He was leaving.

She felt her insides freeze, ice hitting every inch of her body, keeping her stuck, stuck in her head, stuck to the floor, stuck with the pain building, building up inside her.

She nodded, robotically.

Spencer said something else, something about her showing him where his clothes were.

She wasn't listening, she refused to listen, she wasn't listening.

Her body responded though.

She led Spencer through their living room, showed him where the bathroom was just in case, she led them into their bedroom, her eyes avoiding his, her heart avoiding beating.

She watched as he looked around their room, examined the bed, the small desk hiding in the corner, the dresser on the opposite side of the room. She pointed to the closet. Pointed and left the room.

She wasn't listening.

She sat down on the couch, staring ahead of her, not listening, not feeling, nothing. She sat there, sat there, and listened. She wasn't listening. She felt close to falling asleep.

She waited for him to come back.

Leaving.

Come back.

Always.

He walked back into the room, holding a bag, holding one of their bags. He smiled at her as he zipped it up, as he locked all his clothes up, as he got ready to leave.

“Thank you,” he said, clueless to the feeling burying itself into her chest. “Thank you for driving me here. JJ’s coming to pick me up soon.”

Her ears perked up at that. Confused when JJ had known to come over when Spencer had gotten a hold of her.

He must’ve seen the question in her eyes because he answered “Garcia showed me how to use my phone.”

She nodded. Her lips pursed, her eyes cloudy, her face void of anything, void of emotion, void of color.

Spencer looked at her and tilted his head, he thought he noticed something different, thought that if he was trying to be a good boyfriend, the boyfriend she’d had a month ago, he would’ve asked, he would’ve done something.

Spencer didn't know her.

He stood there, staring at her, her eyes void, not acknowledging his staring, and they both waited, just waited until there was a knock on the door.

They both looked over.

Spencer looked back at Y/N. He smiled, his hands awkwardly placed in front of himself. He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

He started walking to the door, looked back to her, said

“Thank you. I see you soon.”

And then he was gone.

He was gone.

Come back. Come back come back come back come back come back.

Her head was chanting at her, telling her what to do, telling her what she shouldn't do, telling her too many things at once. Her head was chanting at her. Over and over, chanting chanting.

She looked up at the ceiling.

Always.

Always wasn't real.

Always was a lie.

Always.

She looked back down, felt the pain fill her fingertips, felt the pain cloud her head, a storm forming above her. She felt it invade her heart, invade her bones, her muscles, felt the pain swimming in her veins, swimming everywhere in her body, she felt the pain the pain the pain.

Her face was nothing, her face was empty, it was empty

Her body wasn't.

She sobbed.

She sobbed for the pain, for the pain that was everywhere, for the medication she wished she’d taken, for the life that she didn't have, for the life, for her life, for her memory, for everything. She sobbed, and she sobbed.

She fell to the floor.

She let herself fall apart.

She sobbed.

Always.

It was just a little pain.

***

They saw each other twice a week after that.

Spencer went back to work.

Y/N stayed home. She worked from there.

She let the loneliness cloud her brain.

She let herself dream of the words that weren't there.

She never told Spencer.

***

“Where do you work?”

“I teach second grade. Earlier this year I decided to take a year off. We were going to do some traveling and I didn't want to be gone for too long. I’m an artist at heart though.” She teased.

Her face was stone. Her voice was warm.

Spencer smiled.

***

“Did you ask me to be your boyfriend?”

“It was more of a mutual thing. I was spending the night at your apartment, right after we had gotten back from one of those old movies you like, and you asked if I was your girlfriend, if I wanted to meet your family. I just agreed, told you I’d already told my Mom you were my boyfriend. You laughed.”

She smiled at him. Sipped her coffee.

Spencer nodded along.

***

“What's your family like?”

“Well, my parents love you. So does my sister. My brother likes to pretend you don't exist. You used to be okay with that. I’m in the middle. But I’m the favorite.”

She bragged.

She sat there. She watched him.

He looked off behind her.

***

“Did we have a favorite place?”

“We used to spend a lot of time at the park. We loved the park. You always beat me at chess, cause I told you to stop letting me win. You didn't like that very much. But mostly we just sat and talked at the park. You always liked going there after a hard case.”

Spencer didn't say a word.

The park.

***

“When did you meet the team?”

“A year after. You didn't want to rush anything. You wanted your secrets. But I loved them before I knew them. You’d praised them so much I don't know how I couldn't have liked them. Penelope and I clicked. She became my best friend. We bonded over always staying home. You loved that we were so close. Sometimes you forced me out of the house to spend time with her.”

Nothing.

***

“When did I first tell you I loved you?”

She paused.

She didn't want to answer that question.

She didn't want the reminder, the constant, consistent reminder of how much Spencer used to love her. He used to love her.

He used to.

“It was four months into our relationship. You blurted it out while I was sitting on your lap, watching you read. We were close then. You apologized after. I never had a doubt, I said it right back. ‘I love you.’”

And she said it so he knew. She said it so she could rebuild the memory.

She said it to help him remember.

She said it because it was easy.

She loved him.

He used to.

***

It was Wednesday.

It was a Wednesday, almost a month since they’d gotten home.

Since she’d been home.

Since Spencer had moved out.

It had been almost a month.

They’d been getting to know each other for almost a month now.

Spencer was coming over.

It was the first time Spencer had asked to come over. Since he’d first gotten his stuff, the first day he left the hospital, since then he had moved out completely, had taken most of his stuff, the things he wanted. He’d been inviting Y/N to coffee, they spent at least one day a week together if he was home.

She was talking to Penelope more. Checking up on him through her instead of directly asking him. She didn't want to be too overwhelming.

It had been a month of being with him from afar.

She was doing fine.

Her wounds had completely healed. She’d gotten a good report from her doctor, and she was doing fine.

She was doing fine.

Spencer was coming over.

He was coming over for the first real-time. And this time he had asked if he could come over, said he wanted to talk to her.

She let her heart bubble for a moment. Let herself imagine Spencer living in her house again.

She stopped herself before it got too far.

She would do nothing to ruin the progress they had made.

She waited at home, she waited and got herself ready. She prepared herself for talking to him, for not saying too much, for saying just the right amount. She prepared herself to see him again. To be in love with him while he watched.

She waited for him.

She turned herself to stone when he knocked on the door.

She opened it, smiling at him and letting him in.

He walked in, his body was tense, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were scrunched in concentration. Y/N tried not to stare at him, to stare at the familiarity in the face. He looked like her Spencer for a moment.

She kept the smile on her face.

“Did you need to talk about something?” she asked, she asked and she got him a bottle of water, needing to preoccupy her hands with something, with anything, just to keep the smile on her face.

She didn't want him to see through the cracks in her foundation.

She needed to be perfect for him.

For him.

You’re perfect to me.

Always.

She waited for him to speak.

“I think… I think I’ve been doing something wrong,” he said after a moment, looking down at the floor, guilty like he had just made a huge confession.

“Something wrong?” she asked, her face almost moving, almost breaking.

Not quite.

Spencer looked up at her. Looked into her eyes. Really looked. He looked for a girl, a girl he might’ve known, a girl that he would remember. He looked, he looked, and he couldn't see anything. She was still just the girl he had first seen, still just a person, someone he didn't know. He looked once more.

Nothing.

“I think I was wrong.”

She looked back at him, looked into her eyes, the eyes that she actually knew.

They looked so sad.

“W-wrong?” She stuttered out, her eyes moving in concern, breaking. Spencer was never wrong.

“Do you know who I am?” Spencer asked. His face was unmoving like he already knew the answer.

“You’re Spencer. You're my-” she swallowed, climbing over the words. “You’re my friend.”

Spencer looked at her. He shook his head, ignoring the panic in her eyes. “No. Do you know who I am?”

“I-”

“Because I don't know who you are.”

Y/N closed her mouth. She looked in his eyes, scared by the harsh tone, scared by the words. She looked at him and she didn't see her look. He wasn't looking at her like he loved her. He hadn't looked at her like that in mon-

“I don't know who you are Y/N. I thought I might-” he paused, baffled at his past self. “I thought I might remember you. But I don't. To me, you are just a girl I met three months ago.”

She stared at him.

Just a girl just a girl just a girl-

This pain was a memory that would never go away-

“I don't think I’ll remember you. I think this was a mistake.” He said. Final. Unmoving.

She felt stuck to the ground.

Stuck in place, stuck to the pain clinging to her.

“M-mistake?” she said, the words forced out of her mouth. Her body was shaking like she was freezing, she couldn't imagine not feeling pain, she couldn't imagine not knowing Spencer, she knew Spencer she knew him she knew him.

“I think we were only fooling each other by hoping.”

Hope.

Hope wasn't a word in her vocabulary. Hope didn't exist in a world where Spencer didn't love her. Hope wasn't a thing, hope wasn't available. Hope. Didn't. Exist.

Hope.

What was hope?

“I think we need to stop. I don't want to hurt you.” Spencer said. His voice wasn't familiar. His face wasn't familiar.

Did she know him?

“I don't think we should do this anymore.”

Anymore.

Not anymore.

Always.

Not always.

Pain glued her eyes glued her mouth shut.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

She watched him, frozen in place as he walked out the door.

She didn't know what he was thinking. She didn't know that Spencer did care, that Spencer had seen her once, that she came in glimpses. She didn't know that Spencer could see how much he was hurting her, how much spending time with him was destroying him.

She didn't see that he was trying to give her a clean break.

One that would hurt less.

She didn't know any of that. She only watched him pull her heart out of her chest, grab it, take it away from her, she watched as he threw it around.

She watched as he crumbled it.

He had said always.

***

There was a cloud in his head.

A cloud hanging over him, a cloud proving his world to be dark, to be covered in nothing but the dark clouds that surrounded him.

There was a cloud hung over his head.

The sun had disappeared.

Oh.

The clouds swirled around him.

He got dizzy with realization.

The sun.

His world titled.

***

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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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Kuroo’s Secret Relationship

Request: hello👉🏻👈🏻 i had a vision and i cant tell if this is dumb or cute but IMAGINE kuroo and his karasuno manager gf at training camp but nobody knows theyre datin so they just keep it a secret so during the camp they try to find time to meet but if one of them is free the other one is busy. so during sleepy time she gets up to like poo or sumn and kuroo suprises her but she didnt know it was him so she punches him but then she feels bad and the next day everyone thinks he got in a fight I LOV U❤️

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting!!! I am a total simp for Kuroo idk if you guys can tell. This is just a cute little scenario and honestly, I’d let Kuroo punch ME but that’s none of my business. ALSO requests are still open, I’ll close them once I reach a certain amount.

Kuroo watched from afar as you talked amongst some of his teammates that were practically drooling at the pools of your feet. He knew he wasn’t being subtle at all as his eyes raked up your figure but he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

You two had been dating for a while but you both thought it would be important to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. Kuroo didn’t want to make it seem like he would be putting volleyball as a second priority to his team and you didn’t want it to look like you were fooling around with one of Karasuno’s “enemies”.

It was fun sneaking off behind corners for private makeout sessions and sharing secret glances towards each other but as Kuroo watched you get blatantly hit on in front of him, he felt like he was losing his cool.

The worst part was that since the training camp started, the two of you had no alone time and it was eating away at the both of you. You felt like you couldn’t even smile at Kuroo when he did really well against your own Karasuno without exposing your relationship and frankly, the two of you were both at your wits end.

“ You’re making it obvious,” Kuroo turned around and looked down at Kenma, who’s attention was on his gaming console,” just go over there.”

Okay, Kuroo wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but Kenma was an exception. The two had been friends for so long and Kuroo trusted him with his life, plus Kenma was never the type to gossip.

“ Are you seeing this? They’re practically undressing her with their eyes! I can tell from here that Lev is into her just from the way he’s standing,” Kuroo kept his gaze on you as you let out a laugh and even though Kuroo didn’t hear the joke, he knew your laugh wasn’t even genuine,” I might actually kill them, would you help me bury the body?”

Kenma sighed as he continued to keep his attention to his game,” You’re hopeless.”

“ We would need to dig a bigger hole, Lev has a pretty big head,” Kuroo mumbled as you excused yourself to step away.

As soon as you turned away from the boys, your smile dropped and Kuroo could visibly see how annoyed you were with the conversation.

It made Kuroo feel better that you didn’t like getting hit on but it wasn’t like you could stop them, they all thought you were single. If they would’ve known you were dating the captain of Nekoma, their advances would stop but that wasn’t an option at the moment.

You looked over at Kuroo and your whole demeanor shifted. You gave him a big smile before you looked away and pulled out your phone to text him.

Y/N: pls tell me you saw that- i couldn’t wait for that conversation to be over, lev and yamamoto are going to be the death of me

Tetsuro: trust me, they’ll wish they were dead once im done with them

Tetsuro: r u free rn? I checked this morning and the janitors closet is unlocked maybe we can sneak off to have some alone time ;)

You looked up from your phone and up towards Kuroo who had the biggest smirk on his face. Before you could text back, Nekoma’s manager announced that Nekoma was next up to play for court two.

Kuroo groaned out loud, of course the universe was against him.

Tetsuro: im sorry baby, maybe later tonight then?

Y/N: that’s fine - good luck!

You watched as Kuroo put his phone away and sent you a quick wink before heading over to the empty court.

For the rest of the day, you two hardly even had the chance to share a glance between each other. Whenever he was playing on a court, Karasuno had their own match and whenever he was free, you had manager duties with the other girls.

Even during dinner, you were so busy running around doing last-minute tasks before bed that Kuroo never got to say goodnight to you. By the time you finished, Kuroo was already in bed snoring away with his teammates.

In the middle of the night, you woke up to Tanaka kicking you in his sleep and in retaliation, you grabbed your pillow and swung it over his face.

Tanaka only grumbled and flipped to face the other way, still in deep sleep whereas you were now wide awake. You rubbed your tired eyes but as you tried to fall back asleep, all you could think about was how dry your mouth was.

You contemplated on getting water before you sat up from your sleeping bag and walked out of the room silently, trying your best not to step on any of the sleeping boys. Once you shut the door behind you, you made your way down the hallway to the water fountain in a tired manner.

You weren’t terrified of the dark but the thought of going down a dark hallway at a school you weren’t familiar with was unsettling to say the least and you wish you brought your phone for some light.

When you reach the water fountain, you bent down and as you started to drink the water, you felt like something was off. Before you could turn around, you felt something touch your waist and every hair on the back of your neck stood up.

You whipped around and when you saw a tall and dark figure, your first instinct was to scream and swing your arm out to defend yourself. You made contact with the figure and once you heard the groan, you knew exactly who it was.

“ Tetsuro! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, you scared me! Are you okay!” You said as Kuroo held his cheek in pain.

He couldn’t believe you had actually punched him but he was even more surprised you landed a good punch in the dark,” See baby, I told you taking those boxing lessons would pay off but damn, you punch hard.”

“ You know you can’t sneak up on me like that, I’m jumpy!” You sighed as you squinted to see Kuroo’s face in the dark,” what are you doing up this late?”

Kuroo kept one hand on his throbbing cheek as the other reached down to pull out his phone,” I texted you to meet me in front of the janitors closet cause I wanted to have some quality time with my beautiful, sweet, girlfriend who I thought would never hurt me but instead of kisses, I got socked in the face!”

You knew Kuroo was only teasing you but you felt so guilty. You wrapped your arms around his large frame and pressed your face into his chest and apologized in a muffled tone,” I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

Kuroo let out a laugh as he weaved his fingers through your bedhead and planted a kiss on the top of your head,” Don’t say that. If it makes you feel any better, you could always just knock out guys who try to hit on you now.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend as he took the chance to lean down and kiss you softly, his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him.

Kuroo smirked against your lips as you moved your hands up to lightly tug on his hair,” You know, the janitors closet locks from the inside.”

“ Are you suggesting we have sex in a dirty closet? What if someone walks by and hears us?”

“ Get your head out of the gutter, I never said anything about sex,” Kuroo acted shocked as he tucked a strand of hair before leaning down to whisper in your ear,” unless you think you can be quiet for me.”

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Kuroo’s hand and led him into the janitors closet right beside the restrooms,” Whatever, we both know you’re the loud one.”

“ We’ll see about that kitten.”

The next morning, Kuroo went to practice normally but not without weird murmurs from his teammates. At first, he thought his secret was out and maybe you had left hickeys across his neck but it was an entirely different mark that he had forgotten about.

“ Woah, buddy, did you get into a fight? I’m pretty blind but I’m pretty sure you didn’t have that bruise at dinner yesterday,” Bokuto said in awe as he tried to touch the large bruise that was on Kuroo’s cheek,” that is a bruise! Akaashi, come look at this!”

Kuroo swatted his hand away and used his phone camera to get a better look at his face. Turns out, you had punched him way harder than he had initially thought.

Kuroo couldn’t even think of a lie in time so he tried to reveal as little as possible,” Who am I going to fight around here?”

“ I don’t know...has anyone seen Lev?” Akaashi asked right as Karasuno entered through the gym doors.

“Kuroo! Did you kill Lev? You can be honest with me I wouldn’t tell a soul!” Bokuto shouted loudly as a few heads turned in their direction.

Your ears perked up once you heard Kuroo’s name and as you turned to look over at the boys, your heart immediately dropped when you saw the bruise you had left Kuroo.

Without thinking, you dug into one of the coolers and pulled out an icepack, even though it was a little too late to ice it down.

You rushed over to Kuroo, not caring that some people had their attention on you as you pressed it against his face,” That looks really bad, I’m so- um what happened?”

“ Kuroo killed Lev!” Bokuto teased as Akaashi gave him a stern look that quickly shut him up.

You sighed as you looked up at Kuroo and bit the inside of your cheek before whispering softly,” I think we should tell everyone before you get in trouble. You know Nekoma has a no-tolerance policy for fighting and I don’t want it to be a rumor that you got into a fight with someone.”

“ I know, you’re right but can we wait until the rest of my teammates get here?” Kuroo asked as you gave him a confused look,” I want them to be jealous just for a bit.”

You shook your head with a smile as Kuroo placed his hand over yours that was holding up the icepack,” Okay, just for a bit.”

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rickriordanfandam · 4 years ago

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opinions on riordanverse ; my edition

a lot of people have been doing this so i decided why not right. probably gna lose some followers or smth but anyways. pls respect my opinions! if u disagree, thats fine, but please be polite. unless any of my opinions strikes u as morally wrong then pls point it out to me respectfully. thanks!

- i actually liked drew. im so sorry to everyone who hates her but full offence, why. think about it this way ok, first of all drew became hc because silena died. silena was the traitor, the one who betrayed chb, yet after she died campers celebrated her as a hero? and then drew suddenly has to replace her and live up to idk that legacy she left behind,, when all of a sudden this girl named piper swoops in and takes her place. idk abt u but i wld be salty abt that too. not only that, but as an asian, the chances of drew having faced racism/bullying as a child is pretty high (she studies at brooklyn academy). which means that when she finds out shes a demigod, and arrives at chb where most of the campers are white (this is an assumption btw), she’d obviously be scared of being bullied for her skin color right?? so the first thing she wld do before the campers get to bully her is to bully them before they can do so. (sentence structure here is wack i apologize) ofc this might not even have happened, drew could have had a perfect childhood && was a b1tch for no reason, BUT EVEN THEN HER ROLE AS A BULLY WAS PRETTY VITAL BECAUSE THAT FURTHER SHOWED THE CONTRAST BETWEEN HER AND PIPER,, HIGHLIGHTING PIPER AS A HERO//GOOD CHARACTER,, AND THEREFORE MAKING READERS LIKE PIPER MORE. anyway stop hating on drew please. ALSO WHY IS THIS SO LONGA SDFJHG

- jason isnt bland, the fandom just kinda erased his backstory (thanks to @pjohoo-memes for the phrasing lol)

- reynabeth wouldnt have lasted/would have broken up several times. idk i just see them as two extremely powerful characters who have firm opinions and will definitely clash at some point. in a platonic relationship,, i can see them as really good friends but as lovers? idk i just think theyll break up

- PIPABETH

- i dont really like jercy,, i see them as better friends than lovers. also idt jason and percy were that close..?

- the dam and not my type jokes are srsly cringey and were never funny. ik that seems hypocritical since my username literally makes use of the dam joke but honestly i dont actually like the joke. its not funny to me and has never been funny

- the seven were not best friends. they definitely argued,, and honestly probably werent as close as the fandom makes them seem. like ure dumped with 6 other people, out of which u only know a few. my introverted ass would have jumped off the argo 2 quicker than leo valdez could bomb camp jupiter up. also leo was a dick to frank. so what if frank is bigger sized?? thats not a valid reason to tease him

- the fandom needs to stop hating on octavian while worshipping luke. if u hate luke and u say u hate octavian too, then okay. but if u tell me ure a luke stan but u despise octavian?? imma disagree w u. luke was worse than octavian im sorry. first of all, octavian being a dick was kinda justified. hes been after the praetor position for so long, and everyone keeps saying to “wait for jason” when suddenly this dude, whos a son of NEPTUNE (neptune wasnt liked much by romans), and the camp decides to make him praetor?? dude i would be pissed off big time. and then afterwards, he finds out that greek demigods are real and the dude they made praetor is greek. AND THEN GREEK DEMIGODS COME TO CJ AND ONE OF THEM BOMB IT UP?? octavian has been told all his life that greeks are scum and this dude called leo valdez attacks cj. sure it was an accident, but did octavian know that? no. so it was honestly justified that he was such a salty prick im just saying. also some of yall be hating on octavian for cutting a teddy bear open and thats the funniest shit ive ever heard i swear

- luke didnt go to elysium

- travis and connor stoll r way too underrated. the two have been head counselors of the hermes cabin since luke was revealed as a traitor, can u imagine the stress? luke, the person they probably looked up to as a brother, betrayed them. and they didnt even have time to process this when they were thrown the roles of being hcs. that would have been so stressful and i would probably have broken down if i were them. the stoll brothers taking turns to wake up at ungodly hours because a new camper is crying and homesick and terrified, the stoll brothers having to comfort and take care of new campers, having to deal with the amount of people in that cramped space because not enough campers are being claimed fast enough. having to resolve issues between campers in the hermes cabin all the time. the stolls arent just comedic relief, and we need to stop treating them as such

- tratie shldve been canon idc idc

- demigods of the demeter cabin arent talked about enough and i love the fact that meg was demeters kid. like she isnt the child of one of the big three yet shes so powerful.

- we need to hype clarisse up more her character arc was phucking amazing

- rachel is overhated. sis found out greek gods exist and regularly come down to earth to fuck around and went “ok cool”. queen shit behavior methinks

- the floor 19 crew of mcga is srsly underrated. like do u even remember halfborn gunderson, mallory keen, tj, etc??? bc i feel like we only remember samirah, magnus, alex, and sometimes blitz and hearthstone

- sadie (tkc) was kinda annoying at first. i like her more now tho but i rmb not liking her for a phat while

- tkc and mcga need more love

- carter kane and jason grace arent boring. theyre just really sweet boys who are too good for this world and yes yes yes

- hazel and frank (especially frank) need to be hyped up more. i hardly ever see anything about them. also yall seem to forget that frank was literally made praetor and that even hecate admired hazel and was willing to fight beside her because of how powerful she was

- frazels age gap is kinda sketch but i still think theyre really cute

- nico definitely had trauma from going to tartarus on his own

- GROVER IS PERCYS BEST FRIEND

- annabeth isnt smarter than leo but neither is leo smarter than annabeth. ive seen a lot of discussions about who is smarter and heres my hot take on it: neither. theyre equally smart, just in different ways. leos a genius mathematically speaking. he has no issues solving math problems meant for people much, much older than him. annabeth on the otherhand, is great at strategies etc. she can make an army of 1000 more powerful than the enemy, even if theyre outnumbered. so in my opinion, both are equally as smart//u cant compare their intelligence, because their talents lie in two different areas.

- while i do agree rick riordan isnt a god and that hes bound to make mistakes,, AND that hes given us a lot of representation,, if the representation offends the people its sposed to represent, then theres a problem. im talking about piper as a poc and wearing feathers in her hair. im not a poc, so i cant speak for them on whether or not its wrong, because i dont know either. HOWEVER, i have seen multiple posts BY pocs talking about how they didnt really like rick’s representation of piper, and thats an issue. pocs have been and are still oppressed and discriminated against by many. as a white cis man, we cant really blame him for not knowing (tho he could have done a research,, asked some pocs,, idk), but by representing pocs in that manner, hes influencing impressionable kids/teens into thinking “oh pocs wear feathers in their hair all the time” etc, which isnt true. the pjo/hoo series is extremely successful, and kids who read the books will probably start forming inaccurate opinions on pocs. the amount of fan art that depicts piper with feathers in her hair dont help either. “but rick said so in the books, so its canon” yeah well rick isnt a god and he can get some things wrong at times. im not saying we should cancel him, im saying we should start educating ourselves and not spread false info like pocs wearing feathers in their hair all the time. also that snake song shit where she sang Summertime was just- yeah. bc heres the thing you can be racist, and still include minorities, but portray them in a racist way. And even then, ignorance isn't a thing to admire. Getting those facts wrong still has a major impact. It continues to perpetuate racist stereotypes.

“ With the feather thing, I looked it up myself; it takes less than five minutes to figure out that Cherokees don't braid feathers into their hair. I didn't grow up in the country where my parents are from. I have many other first/second generation American friends who have also been through that, with a bit of a disconnect from their culture. But something that most of us have in common is that when we didn't know something, and when our parents weren't that big of a help, we looked it up. We sought out resources online and through other people from our culture to be able to connect more with where we came from. Some of that took a Google search. So I find it hard to believe that Piper, a girl who Rick's trying to portray as someone who is attempting to connect with her culture and is totally against racist stereotypes, wouldn't know that eagle feathers aren't supposed to be braided into your hair casually. She may be disconnected from her culture, but she's also shown to want to connect back to it. Piper wouldn't be casually braiding feathers into her hair while also telling off people for being racist. It makes no sense.” - reddit thread (down below)

for those of yall who wanna know more please please read this, it has a lot of things i wanna add in here : https://www.reddit.com/r/camphalfblood/comments/gy3gl2/piper_mcleans_portrayal_is_innacurate/

as well as https://finding-my-culture.tumblr.com/post/189422373260/maxie-ratties-and-cattie-finding-my-culture

i will be posting screenshots of these in future posts so if ure viewing this on ig and u dont have tumblr,, dont worry

- the fact that most of the strong female characters in the series refuse to be “girly”, and ngl i dont really like that. just because ure girly doesnt mean u cant be strong.

- piper would have been a great way for him to start making the strong characters act girlier, but instead he went with the “I’m not like other girls” trope which is quite obnoxious to hear constantly, and I don’t think it’s necessarily great for younger girls to read that idea growing up. the closest we've ever had to a strong female character who was also into "girly" things was Silena. when I was younger I admired Piper's "I'm not like other girls" thing, but then I got older and realized that the whole mentality of "not like other girls" is super obnoxious, and a little bit toxic

i have a heck load more that i cant rmb rn but yeah feel free to add more

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ivyuns · 4 years ago

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landing in my heart: secret

han jisung

genre: angst

word count: 2.6k

warnings: lost in north korea, violence, mentions of chopping a head off, military stuff, mentions of car accidents, weapons, mentions of ending life and disorders (at the end), grammer mistakes, if i missed anything, lmk :)

part two of landing in my heart

landing in my heart information

2001

“y/n, choose your future!”

from that day, you always made the right choices. looking in front of you, you saw items which predicted your future by grabbing an item. instead of an item, you grabbed your fathers hand.

till that day on, you successfully opened your own fashion store. cutting the ribbon for your grand opening.

now that you heard jisung telling you to take the right path, you went to the other way. the night when jisung pulled you and hid you in his chest, you looked up in shock.

“oh my. i cant believe we met again”

“i thought you left”

you start flirting with jisung to get your way with him. smiling while jisung stares at you. ‘should i just kill her’ jisung thinks.

the following morning, you wake up and see yourself in the mirror. face full of marks and cuts. grabbing a cup of water and pour it into the bucket, you clean your face. “its okay, you’ll get through this yoon y/n”

as youre telling yourself to calm down in the bathroom, jisung makes you breakfast. “i-i dont know what you guys do but we usually give the host the first bite” you said, giving jisung a spoonful of the food, he stares at you.

“what wrong?” you asked. jisung sighs and crosses his arms. “are you concerned of whats in the food? because its poisonous?” putting the spoon back onto the food, you gave you. “im sorry if i offended you. but please do understand why im acting like this. wouldnt it be ridiculous for me to be trusting someone at this point?”

“hm, i guess youre right” lifting you head, you smiled. “see! i was correct-” “but you made an emergency landing at the DMZ while flying an unpowered aircraft on a windy day. right as the electric wires were working, you crossed it and came to a military housing area. ill sound crazy to believe someone like you”

“dont tell me youre suspecting me, thinking im a - spy. in fact i believe people are looking for me considered im famous down there” you paused, “one everyone knows im here, the south korean government, military authorites, and the UN wont stay still” jisung nods his head in agreement. “then, nobody should know youre here. i wont tell them”

jisung stands up and gathers your plate. hearing a knock, you look at jisung as he goes and looks who is here.

looking outside the gate, he sees hyunjin outside. “ah, captain han. i didnt know you went home early so i looked everywhere for you. so i knew you were home when i saw smoke from the chimney” hyunjin says and goes inside jisungs house without permission.

“oh and good news. about that south korean girl-” “listen she’s” “shes dead!” hyunjin laughs. “i know youre shocked too because i am too! there was an accident on the mountain and reporters said there was a young woman there” jisung shakes his head, “no thats not it hyung-” “aye, if im wrong then you can chop off my head” jisung nods his head and leads hyunjin back to the gate “wait let me use the bathroom real quick”

as both of the boys went to the entry way of the house, hyunjin takes off his shoes and talks about you. as he takes his shoes off, you went to lean on the door frame. hyunjin turns around and gets scared of seeing to woman he was talking about.

“how do you chop someone’s head off? ive never done it before” you spoke. with hyunjin’s mind going everywhere, he manages to speak to jisung. “c-captain han, whats going on here?” after realization, you realized he was the one who tried to shoot you. “y-you. it was you! you shoot the bullet at me!”

settling down, jisung rubs his temples as you tried to explain hyunjin that youre not a spy. “do you have trouble understanding or something?” “captain, do you have a shovel i can borrow?” you explain everything that had happened when you ran away, hyunjin gets scared and sits next to jisung.

moments later, another knock comes from jisung’s gates. opening the gate, he sees seungmin, felix and jeongin with food and drinks. “captain han! did you hear the news? the one with the young lady-” “thats not true” jisung cuts off felix.

“you must be jeongin” you called out. jeongin turns around and sees you. “yes, and who are you?” crossing your arms and leaning on the door frame, “i heard you might face a dishonored discharge. that means youll lose the job that you really need” you told him with a scared hyunjin next to you. “i-i thought she died!” jeongin screams and turns to the other two men next to him.

“and ah! youre felix! so tell me, which kdramas did you watch before leaving the post?” you pointed your finger at him. “stairway to heaven” felix answers. “ah thats a pretty old one. its the one with jiwoo and sangwoo right? im close to them, they live a few houses away from me” “is that true?!” felix smiles as seungmin tells him to stop.

telling everybody to come inside to talk, you demand them to take you back where you first landed in north korea. “im afraid we cant do that” jisung answers. “captain han, just let her be. let her get fried in the fences and say ‘so this is how the fences feels like’ if she’ll ever learn” hyunjin laughs out. giving a death glare at him, he stops laughing and puts on a straight face.

“basically, we cant go back to the post because we finished our job for two months and cant return there for a few months” jisung continues. “but you have a choice; i take you to the state security department. they may let you go home. or you stay here but heres a few rules. one, dont talk to us. and two, dont leave the house until we get you back home” jisung finishes. “my dad does a boat-to-boat. where a small boat goes to the international oceans and meets up with the bigger boats to another country” felix tells you.

nodding your head and agreeing with the second choice, the boys goes and makes you food since you were begging them to give you meat. after the food is done, you all eat as jisung steps back. “we must return to our post after this” jisung speaks out. “what? so i have to be alone now?” you exclaimed. “yah, do you just expect captain han to just stay here with you?” hyunjin jokes. “if you need anything thats urgent, press 8 on the cell phone and ill answer it in the outerpost”

instead of calling him for emergencies, you only called him, asking silly stuff. asking wheres the body wash, shampoo, and conditioner and wheres the candles, he responds with the bar of soap. you then call him how to take a bath since theres no modern showers inside his house. “you need to fill up the bucket with hot water. then take the tarp and hang it up with the clothes pin above the bucket. make sure to tuck the tarp under the bucket so theres no airflow. youll have your shower after that”

doing what jisung told you, you were surprised on how they lived. finally finishing, you went in the bucket after taking your clothes off. “ah this feels nice”

jisung, who was still in the office, got another phone call. “what is it now- ah master sergeant, whats the matter?” jisung answers to the sergeant. “its about the tomb raiders. they were killed in an accident on the mountain” jisung quickly hangs up and goes to the security state department and tell cheolgang.

he shows his military id to enter the place before the other military men opens the gate for jisung. as he goes to the room that cheolgang is in, he tells him what happened. “yes, i know what happen. but what can we do” cheolgang asks. “i believe there needs to be an investigation. what car did they crash into? was it on accident or on purpose? if it was on purpose, who was behind this? and why accidents like this keeps happening. so im asking if i can look into it” jisung says. cheolgang nods his head “go ahead. you should go to the headquaters in pyongyang tomorrow morning and get more information” he answers. jisung gets up and leaves.

the senior coloniel, who was next to cheolgang the whole time, asks cheolgang whats going to happen now. “dont worry about it, we hired somebody since hes responsible for a billion won scheme”

china.

minseok and his bodyguard enters the hotel where theyre supposed to meet someone. after finding the person, they talk about how minseok should be safe in north korea after passing through the other countries without being caught by sehyeong. minseok signs the contact and goes to his new home in north korea with extra protection.

back in north korea in the village, the kids were playing outside as you were still hidden in jisungs place. the mothers came out and gather their kids since it was dark and late and was now time for dinner. however, upil didnt leave until his dad showed up.

as manbok calls his son’s name, upil goes and hugs him and enters their house with upil’s favorite donut.

meanwhile in jisung’s house, you finished your bath and the lights go out. “whats going on? havent i had enough suprises today?”

the whole village had a blackout and you were scared. making your way to the telephone, you called jisung. only to be declined. you were hearing noises and you felt like you were going to be caught soon. closing the blinds, the noises were getting clearer.

grabbing the nearest item to hit the intruder, you were stopped as you saw jisungs face. tears threatened to spilled as your emotions came down are you. “why are you here” you said, lowering the item. “you said you needed a candle” jisung grabs the candle from the bag and gives it to you. “you said you needed it when you took a bath and when you sleep” “thats just a candle. i need a scented one” more tears spilled and jisung takes the item out of your hand.

“im sorry, you probably feel frustrated right now. but i just cant believe what im going through right now” sobs left your mouth as jisung guilty.

ranting to jisung about your problems back in south korea, you couldnt help but spill more tears. feeling frustrated at yourself back then, you felt bad for jisung since you were just crying in front of him. jisung puts his finger on the flame of the candle that was on. “there, i cant see you anymore” jisung reassures you that everything will be okay soon. he gets up and grabs his hat. “where are you going?” “i need to get on a train in the morning to pyongyang” he answers

“i dont know when ill be back so i might not see you when you leave. but my comrades will help you get on the boat in a few days. heres some things i bought that you needed” jisung says and hands you a bag and leaves the house. you open the door before he could leave.

“excuse me, but what is your name? i want to remember it to return the favor later” “you dont have to, there was no favor in the beginning. so its better to not remember it. and as i said before, dont tell anyone about this when you go back” nodding your head, jisung leaves the place.

going back inside, you open the bag and its full of the stuff you asked for earlier. looking at every product, you realize its from south korea. everything that you needed was in the bag, including undergarments and medicine for your cut.

jisung arrives pyongyang. hes then stopped for an investigation. jisung is led to a torture room to be questioned about the robbers. myeongseok enters the room and sees jisung being yelled at throught the glass window. he barges into the room and kicks the person who was asking jisung questions and aggravating him. “what are you doing? this is the directors son” myeongseok yells at the person, who is shocked.

myeogseok apolgizes to jisung and leads him somewhere to let jisung tell him what he needs to know.

the person who was just yelled at calls cheolgang and tells him that jisung is the directors son of general politics and gets angry.

later the night, jisung and myeongseok are talking about how jisung was to investigate into the car accident recently. “do you perhaps think this accidents was like your brothers?” jisung thinks to what myeongseok ask, and realizes the accident could be like his brothers. the same truck that ran into his brothers car and the others that the trucks ran into.

after company five visited you, they came back to the military zone to get some rest. they happened to see cheolgang leaving the place and quickly straightens up and salutes him. “fifth company, where are you guys coming from?” cheolgang asks. “from fixing the pump in out captains house sir” hyunjin replies. “ hes in pyongyang so good job”

“yes sir. may i ask where youre heading sir” seungmin asks. “lately were have lots of runaways so im going to run random house inspections today” “tonight sir?” hyunjin asks. cheolgang nods and felix starts hiccuping. “whats wrong with him?” “nothing sir. we missed what was in front of us, therefore the runaways must be in the military base. i believe that is a wise plan sir” hyunjin responds quickly. cheolgang nods and tells them to hurry inside and get some sleep.

they quickly go inside and hyunjin calls jisung as seungmin makes sure nobody is coming inside the room theyre in. “captain han, theyre doing random house inspections tonight. but we told the south korean woman not to answer any phone calls. so theyres no way to tell her” hyunjin tells jisung. jisung then hangs up and asks myeongseok for a favor.

jisung quickly drives back to the village as cheolgang arrives in front of jisungs house since is was the next house on the list. seeing the lights on, he doesnt believe that jisung is back from pyongyang.

looking through jisungs stuff, you look into a book that seems familiar. opening the book, you see an application form. “i swear i saw this face before” you were disturbed by your thoughts when you heard knocking. “captain han jisung! were here for house inspecting!” putting everything away, you hid in jisungs kimchi cellar, which was underground. cheolgang unlocks the gate and finds jisung as he sees the cellar’s blanket off of the door.

opening the door, the investigators finds you and clucks their guns. as youre forced to get off of jisungs property, everyones asking you questions as your hands are up in defense and silent. “it doesnt matter. once shes at the state security department, these muted people will talk” cheolgang says.

as a bright light flashes through, everyone stops and looks at the car in front of them. jisung stops the car and gets out to walk towards you and cheolgang. cheolgang suddenly aims his gun at you as tears fell.

“what are you doing to my fiancee?”

“what did you just say?”

“i would appreciate if you put the gun away from my fiancee”

additional ending:

location: switzerland

“its invalidation in our institute regulations, im sorry” the woman tells you after your request. “but why? i heard i can end my life here sure i have no physical pain, but i feel extraordinary pain in my mind. depression, panic disorder, eating disorder, insomnia, what all do i have to name? ” you questioned.

“we always recommend the sight seeing of switzerland to our visitors. most of our visitors change their minds after sight seeing. i dont know why you want to end it, but im sure youll be one of them”

after doing what the woman had told you, you went to visit a place where you can paraglide. amazed at how amazing paragliding looked, a guy stopped right next to you, admiring the view with you.

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misterbitches · 4 years ago

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some thots. having a bad time so this is rougher than usual. oh well

....

i guess he really does know hiim best cos if that was my mans (man specifically cos if anyone else did that id take it more srsly) i would be like oh my god ur singing me a love song? i would love it but i woudl SCREAM in embarrassment. UNLESS it was a really deep love song that's about us dying together.

like i want to eat ur skin type of thing (drain u nirvana) lmaoa but i really like this song it reminds me of that velvet underground song (the only one i know cos of juno lmao) and nico or whatever 'i'm sticking with you)

my adhd would be out of fucking control i had to spend my time listening to this looking around i kept getting distracted by a tissue and thinking "wow this song is nice but i wish it would end bc i am getting distracted" and lo and behold i paused it and i have to pee and i know it's gonna take forever to undo this

ok about 12m later i turned it back on and they kissed and then he bit the corn then that night li chen also lost his virgin teas after watching gay porn and being like "hm interesting" and he'll be like "i see, ur dick is not medium sized"

i'm honestly gagging i cannot at this 12 year old marrying his mom

beautiful theyre beautiful

ayea you fucking psycho we do too because he was 17 and we had to witness it (or well, other people did cos i didnt watch the show even tho wayne song is [BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEP] and i want him to [BEEEEEEEP] and ppl even liked it which is fine like i get it in theory but they put this in my eyeballs so i'm gonna make fun of it bc it's fuckin DUMB lmao like i can't I CANNOT and he said "u were so persistent" BITCH UR 30??!?!???!?!?!?)capi hve it on mute and i tried to get a screencap of li chen and mu ren like together and not just his face but i cant find the timestamp and seeing their faces as they get married is literalyl traumattizing i'm like scremaing at my screen going "HE'S 5 HE'S 5 HE'S 5" and every time theyre like "we acn live forever together" like no bitch ur bones rae creaking

also is the officiator white? if anyone knows why or if that's common i'd love to know more. EDIT: HE ISN'T I JUST THOUGHT HE LOOKED LIKE MOBY FROM THAT ANGLE

anyway here

i'm almost done with this fucking bullshit and i am in a really ould mood and usu they make it a bit better but imo it's kind of....annoying i guess balancing all these story elements and introducin gother couples (even in the periphery) since the story in itself can't focus. i feel like all in all the time spent with these two is a lot more limited and we get the feel for the rship because of their chemistry as actors, irl chemistry as friends and colleagues, and hopefully being happy and working on a good set. so it isn't the strength of the writing or production.

for some reason they get like less dynamic ways of being together which i think is part of their charm, they do things their own way, but the writers really should have substantiated this more. it's really just the way everyone in the show has managed to deliver these AWFUL story lines and production decisions (like seriously who the fuck was on costume? lighting?)

like maybe hot take but all the moments that are cringe and insane in the show are not pleasant, per se, because they aren't thought out clearly. so they're not a joy to watch in the normal sense but the actors are good enough to pull it off. i didn't cringe at the talks they had because it felt like actors like acting these lines out instead of us being embarrassed for it and you CAN TELL theyre embarrassed.

this is a huge kudos to the casting director and the actors and whatever crew that actually did a good job. i don't particularly like watching bo xiang and his grandfather husband not because of the content but because i feel like, to me, they're so awkward even though they have chemistry. i don't have that issue with xing si and his rapist brother boyfriend because watching them is actually really pleasant, it's intimate. this isn't to do with the story though because when it hits you how devoid this other person is and how stupid the situation is it changes (for me, for me, for me, this is all my opinion think whateverrrr u want im not telling u 2 ok!)

so truly kudos to this cast. idk if i'm misremembering here but imo the most cast appropriate series in this was crossing the line and close to you. one is a decent atmosphere and execution (yes even with that brother story line, notice the major key differences though because that's a sincere false equivalence. they try to execute power imbalances soooo badly and then fail every time but here's one meant to shock too and it was just likelmao ok girl?)

it may not make sense to say either in a writing way or for the character to do it but i believe that whoever the characters these people are supposed to be especially those super not well written on the page still get that message aacross (yong jie's actor is a good ex. not sure if i should ccongratulate him for having the worst job on earth and the worst character and his character is flat but. ostensibly they should let their actions speak for themselevs but what they do is they back themselves into a ccorner with unsuretyabout their characters or a dilemma that pops up they just want to excuse it. well guess hwat u couldnt do enough legwork. but to some extent the disposable side couple works here on a um "our eyes see them and get it" way

also to me it seems like they chose this story just to have this specific wedding. like it's a timely topic and i'm pretty sure like another provision? (correction? idk) was made WRT taiwanese same-sex marriage so it's topical but it isn't like a "papa and daddy" situation where they're interacting in it and there (for ex: the pride parade) and there being like real life terms and consequences. here it seems like they were like ah yes wedding ah yes dumb couple from modc bc we kiled off the other one sooooo (then outsource them to life love on the line u__u) then hamfisting in some fucking message which is funny bc

- despite the hints peppered in and the clear attraction they both acknowledge ur like ~not gay just him~ even tho...i mean i just. again they dont read over what they write i don't think considering. but wahtever.

- the only gay dude (verbally said) is with his rapist brother with an awful power dynamic oh or IS a rapist (gao) (or his brother but i think it was just a "im a psycho so it's him" thing unless they said it. in which case idc cos i wasnt paying attn but that's also not great) or i guess the wedding but like....that's also a ridiculously inappropriate and dumb relationship taht it's built on. i mean i don't really see much respect her so i dont particularly want to hear abt gay weddings being important when they didn't even utilize it in the story beforehand and have we ever. this is a huge indication to me that it was a reverse engineered chosen story beforehand (if it was one) or thought of

soooooo

so reversal of that....it didnt give us enough time to breathe with these two at all but for both of the actors they can capitalize what's on the page and the writers didn't. like their dynamic is very i give/you give like taking car eof each other etc that's why

again, no artist worth their salt will ever say their work meant nothing. that's a cover up. i'm sick of lazy production and then getting away with it claiming being subversive or attacking an issue by not doing anything. we show crazy shit all the time but it has a POINT and ur point is "i like the gays" then girl.....i mean it's not great

but the acting really carried it. i have a feeling if this series continues it might continue to use more experienced actors cos maybe the budget goes up but they also have less inhibitions now when it comes to acting. i like the way li chen expresss himself and teng teng too. i like anson a lot and there's some angles that did not do any favors and i think eh has to get more control of his body movements (bc he's SO LARGE and thin) but he wasn't bad at all and there were real human tears. of course i, personally, favor charles tu. he has more control over his body because he has...less to work with and he's a bit bigger and he was really great in this role. he's a himbo a bit of a meathead but you like him. you like them. there's some things i think they had them say and do that they wouldn't let happen if they stuck to the characters and the story (mainly liking that dumb idiot rapist)

what i notice is that the reprehensible actions people criticize others for in the show and in real human life lalways gets turned around. teng teng being surprised that this boy's grandfather boyfriend met him when he was a junior in high school and he's 12 years older and him apologizing for being shocked and then whatshisface going "ur better at it than most people" and then the convo about gao with whatshisface and then rapist brother comes to pick him up. they are admonishing gao but thinking that rapist brother is noble for doin gwhat he did (and oh rapist brother shows up) like the hypocrisy and the decisions are immense. so now it's like "guys see he's a great guy" like girl STICK TO SOMETHING but whatever so i live in this universe where muren and li chen do everything right and have lots of different interesting fun seex with all their friends. i would write this but i cannot i am dying

#history 4: close to you #history 4 #li chen x mu ren #a thot

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the-ekera-chronicals · 4 years ago

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My name is Etta Banes and I am 11 and 1/4 inches tall.

This isn't unusual though. As far as we can tell, everybody is pretty small these days. Not that we have a whole lot of ways to find out. A lot of things fell apart after what I call "the smallening." But we had some forewarning and my family has always been good at emergency preparedness.

We get power from the watermill in the nearby creek, but its really difficult to maneuver an outlet plug the size of your head. We get our water from the well and as far as heat goes, its a lot easier to keep one room warm for all of us than the whole house. Granted, heat's only an issue for a couple of months in the wintertime. Outside of that its keeping cool that we have to struggle with. Especially with all the work there is to do.

Yeah we only need a few plants to grow enough food for all of us, but its real hard to cook anything when you're only a foot tall. I mean, we've got electric appliances but theyre huge! We can cook over a fire but any fire thats manageable at this size is either too cold or goes out quick. Usually we use candles or a little modified straightening iron. If we're careful we can use the microwave on some things, but the bigger appliances drain a lot of power.

We already didnt really eat meat or dairy. More for health purposes than idealogical. Lactose intolerance and cholesterol, yknow, anyways. "Technically vegan" we called it. Not that it matters to anyone anymore. We've got a few chickens we can collect eggs from, theyre good for the feathers too. A couple angora rabbits for the wool. We dont exactly need a whole lot. We keep the garden in the sunroom, that way we maximize what each plant can produce, since theres only a few of them. Keeps them safe and close by.

Most of our spices we've got stocked up on from Before. Them and salt, and some other things we knew we couldnt get for ourselves. Suppose our meals are gonna get real interesting when those eventually run out. Or less interesting as the case may be.

We make our own tools too. I mean we kind of have to. But some things we were able to get set up Before, like hammers and materials. It'd be damn hard to make anything small enough out of a full size piece of metal.

But yknow we've got the house, which is less of a house now and more like a huge landscape. We tend to stay in one part of it or another for long periods of time, easier that way. When we go outside its in teams and we cant really go very far. Although we have been working on a basket-carrier set up for a drone, so you could cotrol it while you're in the basket and go super far super fast! Mom seems wary of that though. I guess she doesnt think its safe for her kids to be piloting, essentially a helicopter around. But we still haven't found everybody we wanted to find. Just because they didnt believe this was coming doesnt mean they shouldnt get a chance to survive too. Weve got plenty of room now.

My dad thinks after a while we should start flying the drone around to see if theres any safe food left behind by people who didnt make it. Mom said that was pretty dark but i guess its a fact of life now. Or not life? Whatever. People who werent ready wouldnt be able to get what they needed, especially after the water and power went down. And its not like you can get deliveries or anything either. But i do wonder how many other colonies there are of people who believed this was real. Around the world are there little groups in houses just like ours? Or wandering outside? I imagine for a lot of people ready living off the land not much would change but thats all just speculative. We probably wont be able to leave the county much less the continent.

Well if anybody finds this, you should follow the path thats marked from here. Dad said we couldnt lead anyone home without knowing them first, but there's a little shelter with some water and we check it every day.

See you soon maybe,

Etta.

#fiction #mine #writing #story #letter #the smallening

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swatato · 5 years ago

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fat. FAT. P H A T RANT INCOMING FOR ANYONE WHO CARES TO READ THIS NONSENSE CUZ @haldidoodh ASKED

That episode literally blasted the last of my serotonin into smithereens but TBH??? WHO AM I MAD AT I should have seen this coming this whole volume has been such a headache. I cant be bothered to type up a coherent rwde essay on everything that bothered me this episode so im just gonna copy and paste my earlier yelling here instead ;A;

Team Rwby was god awful in episodes 11-12. They’re so self-righteous, entitled, hypocritical and cocky as a team and it doesnt help that they all suck as individual characters nowadays (except for weiss but even she lost best-girl points this episode also lmao blake and yang aren’t even INDIVIDUALS anymore they’re just bumbleby). It was annoying at first but now its just infuriating how rwby thinks theyre always right with their uwu energy and think they can do whatever tf they want with ZERO CONSEQUENCES.

Basically any time there is a problem in this show they have Ruby uwu at it and its solved lol.

They kept giving ironwood shit for taking on this incredible burden SO THAT NOBODY ELSE WOULD HAVE TO and rather than offer any real solution they just kept going “but mantle” like okay?? But remnant??? Like obvi letting mantle rot is bad but HE WAS OPEN TO ANY HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS CUZ HES OBVI AT HIS WITTS END AND DOESNT LIKE THE IDEA EITHER but yeah they just proceed to be the fattest hypocrites by hiding secrets of their own after being all “no more secrets uwu” and WHEN THEY GOT EXPOSED THEY JUST WENT “>:[“ (yangs self-righteous little glare here pissed me off so much oof) especially when ironwood was laying everything out in the open to them from the start. AND ESPECIALLY WHEN THE SECRET WAS FKIN “OH YEAH SALEM CANT DIE LOL” They watched ironwood make every decision he did in hopes of beating Salem while KNOWING she couldnt die??? So literallY WHERE do they get off on screeching at him with their yOu doNt hAvE to Suffer In ManTle YOu doNt kNow whAt iTs liKe bs. Wtf made ruby distrust iw at the start anyway? Because he had a bunch of ships out? They kept this CRUCIAL piece of information from him because he seemed stressed out?? Like what made ruby keep the secret from him. Someone tell me.

And the fact that rwby beat the ace-ops makes no goddamned sense. The power-scaling in this show is non-existant. We finally got to meet some pro huntsmen in this universe who aren’t teachers but are actually on the job, but because we gotta move out of the way for that 👌🏽✨ Power Of Friendship✨ and ✨rwby is always right✨ they somehow managed to beat experienced huntsmen with YEARS in the field who’ve actually graduated school??? FARM BOI OSCAR WHOS *JUST* LEARNING HOW TO FIGHT MANAGED TO LAND A PUNCH ON NEO FKIN POLITAN??? Didnt neo dance circles around yang??? Yang, who punches for a living and also beat mercury and adam??? I cant yall (and the fact that he didnt even bother to sneak up on her this boi literally screamed “no!!” as he ran down a hallway and neo didnt even have time to blink??? Pls)

Ruby’s “you were the best, until you trained us :3” -for maybe 2 days before my team went dancing ruby sis shut right tf up pls my god is this line just so. UNEARNED. Training in a room for a short while does not simply grant you the years of field experience the ace ops have and whAT IS UP WITH HER TRYING TO REASON WITH HARIETT AFTER SAYING THAT COCKY LINE AND FIGHTING HER??? WHAT and also like. The entire idea of “the ops lost cuz they weren’t good friends and were bad at teamwork uwu” is just so dumb. Ur telling me this group of high ranking hunstmen who’ve most likely been working together for at least a few years didnt have teamwork down??? Learning to work together is the most BASIC concept for a team to learn!! Its like the first thing a team has to perfect!! If the ace ops are supposed to be the best of atlas you dont think the ops would have gotten something as fundemental as teamwork down?? I dont buy it. And who gives a shit if they dont hang out after work or take selfies with eachother. Being friends doesnt necessarily mean theyre great at working together. If they succeed at relying on eachother to watch their backs, to keep each other alive (in the words of hariett herself) then Id think theyd know how to protect eachother i.e WORK TOGETHER.

And for all the ✨friendship✨ and ✨going through so much with someone✨ talk rwby like to do, the show barely displays these people acting like friends. We’re constantly TOLD how great of friends this group is, but the actual CONTENT we are shown leaves a lot to be desired. Tell me the last time ruby and blake teamed up in a fight. Or weiss and blake. Or yang and weiss. What teamwork?? Yang only interacts with blake now and weiss is only ever allowed to interact with ruby. Has blake ever said nora or ren’s name out loud? Have jaune and yang ever held a conversation between just them? Team rwby just spent a GOOD DEAL of time seperated from eachother, but when they reunite their teamwork is still somehow better than the ace ops?? Honestly its easier to believe that ruby is closer with team jnpr than she is her own team. If they showed the ops messing up during rwby vs ace ops fight due to lack of communication, then it still doesnt matter. My point is that they shouldnt have lacked teamwork in the first place.

Robyn was m e h this episode “JaMes ConTinUes to UnDeresTimAte Me” *proceeds to get knocked over in .3 seconds and is then KO for the rest of the episode* also great job for starting a fight and aiming to take clovers life in a moving airship with a terrorist on board when clover was acting PEACEFULLY and qrow was WILLING TO TALK IT OUT WITH IW and potentially work on a solution, but naw robyn is big mad and shall shoot.

Qrow made zero sense this episode too. I was with him right up until he chose TYRIAN OVER CLOVER??? THE PSYCOPATH WHO CANNOT BE REASONED WITH OVER THE RATIONAL DUDE YOU KNOW IS GOOD except clover wasnt acting rational in this fight at all and ill get to that AND IS THE ONLY FRIEND YOU HAVE WHOS NOT 19????? Qrow rly looked at tyrian- a man who is literally an enemy to all of remnant and went after ur neice- and said lets get rid of this punk together u and me bro. Like screw teaming with clover to bring down the dude you ACTUALLY have a grudge with whos also a serial killer and then trying to talk it out with clover whod be willing to do things peacefully why is this show like this

and AS FOR CLOVER. where were the braincells this episode. Qrow was trying to fight tyrian-the WAY bigger threat here, but clover??? kept knocking him away from tyrian and restraining him with his hook like??? YEAH LETS HELP OUT THE DEMON SCORPION CRACKHEAD HES CLEARLY NOT THE PRIORITY ATM nvm clover deserved to die there m8

His death scene was emotional and I feel bad for Qrow but u literally sealed his death when u ganged on him with tyrian so why are you even surprised. And on the subject of fairgame, im glad it didnt happen. Qrow was in no state for romance and I was glad he finally had a friend. He just spent the last volume thinking he wasted his life away helping oz, drowning in misery, drinking til he passed out on the street and so drunk he couldnt even be of any help during the apathy situation, when up til now hes been shown to fight just fine while drunk. I don’t see this as a “bury your gays trope” because clover was never confirmed to be gay and all their scenes added up to 40 seconds of platonic friendship. These two are grown ass men, if they had the hots for eachother then im pretty sure they could openly show it and not dance around it like theyre kids. I do feel bad for mlm viewers who were hoping for some rep with fairgame/lucky charms (cuz rt only cares if ur a cute marketable lesbian) but idc for the overly entitled fans who try to force their own headcanons on the writers and go feral when they dont get what they want. You dont just get to prance around claiming whats canon and what isnt. If rep is there then great, but if it isnt, then why not look somehwere else and let the author tell the story theyre trying to tell? Shipping fairgame cuz you think its cute is absolutely fine but not when u start getting ready to casterate crwby for not catering to you. Also, rwby sucks with lgbt+ rep anyway so what were yall expecting.

The only thing that was great this episode was the chorerography. It just sucks that the animation/choreo continues to improve while the writing doesnt. Another thing that really fell off this episode was the whole “we’re friends but we have to fight” drama. It doesnt work when its only ONE SIDE SHOWING ANY DISTRESS OVER IT. Only the ace ops (marrow, clover, the vine dude) seemed to show distress over having to fight rwby (it sucks that the only 1v1 weiss has won was because marrow was going EASY on her cuz he didnt wanna fight her fr) but rwby???? They didnt give any shits. They were so quick to turn against them and aim for their heads. They were SMILING as they ran at the ace ops, while they looked conflicted. If you oppose their UwU philosophy, you’re dead to them.

I really wanna enjoy RWBY but sometimes this show (and the fndm) really tests me. Its ironic how this episode came right after last episode, which I thought was the best chapter this volume. Anyway I rate this 10/10 cuz it gave me best character ironwood and best boi marrow and I would like to give them hugs for carrying this volume on their backs. (Also tyrian and penny and winter have been great too)

#oof just oof #and idegaf about cinder yall #lowkey hoping she gets all the maiden powers so she can finally beat rwby up and HUMBLE them a little #rwby #rwby vol 7 #rwde

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chipsandwaffles · 7 years ago

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definition of a fuckbuddy (1/5)

Synopsis: You get invited to a stupid prestigious party by some stupid rich boy who wants to get laid. Maybe you’re going half as a favor to your best friend, and maybe you’re also going to get laid. Either way, it’s still stupid. Member: Doyoung/Reader Word Count: 4,886 Notes: i thought about posting this all at once but then i said fuck it and decided to give you it in parts for extra suffering :) there is going to be smut in here just as a forewarning + this is sort of that fuckboy doyoung everyone was asking for?? or something more ;) enjoy maybe? ^^ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

You, 7:27 P.M this guy in my econ class keeps looking at me

Jessica ^^, 7:27 P.M is he cute

You, 7:27 P.M I mean yes?? But why does he keep freaking looking at me

Jessica ^^, 7:30 P.M maybe he thinks you’re cute

Jessica ^^, 7:30 P.M or so ugly that he cant stop looking because youre just THAT hideous

You, 7:30 P.M damn jess thanks for that one

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M I’m kidding we all know youre pretty

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M but maybe confront him and see whats up

You, 7:31 P.M he’s coming ovER HERE ABORT

Jessica ^^, 7:31 P.M ooo tell me what happens

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M y/n?? are you still there??

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M did he convince you to follow him somewhere and now youre dead??????

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M mr cute boy don’t you kill my friend!!!

You, 7:33 P.M jesus jess chILL

Jessica ^^, 7:33 P.M youre alive ;;;;;

You, 7:33 P.M yes I am -_-

Jessica ^^, 7:34 P.M what happened with cute boy???

You, 7:34 P.M he sat next to me

You, 7:34 P.M and then passed me a note?? And then left

You, 7:34 P.M super suspicious that guy =_=

Jessica ^^, 7:34 P.M what does the note say???

You, 7:34 P.M uhhhhhhhhh

You, 7:35 P.M come to this address Friday night and find me and then it gives an address……..

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M …do you know this guys name?

You, 7:35 P.M uhhhhhhhh

You, 7:35 P.M I think he said doyoung? He had black hair and some fake earrings and looked really expensive

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M expensive??

You, 7:35 P.M like his clothes and shit. He looked rich

Jessica ^^, 7:35 P.M ………..

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M OAO

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M Y/N

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU

You, 7:37 P.M I got passed a note from a guy

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M NOT JUST ANY GUY

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M A GUY FROM THE SM IVY CLUB

You, 7:37 P.M the what

Jessica ^^, 7:37 P.M oh my god you need to get out more often

Jessica ^^ has sent a picture, 7:38 P.M

Jessica ^^, 7:38 P.M the sm ivy club is like a super prestigious club that every guy wants to be in. they throw wild parties and EVERYONE wants to be invited

Jessica ^^, 7:38 P.M if you get invited, that meANS SOEMTHING

You, 7:38 P.M …sounds fucking dumb

You, 7:39 P.M what is that picture?? Do they have photoshoots of themselves???

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M yes because they’re that cOOL and hOT and rich oh my god theyre so rich

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M they say if you get invited youre bound to get laid

You, 7:39 P.M sounds even dumber -_-

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M oh my goD YOU DON’T EVEN APPRECIATE THIS OPPORTUNITY

Jessica ^^ has sent a picture, 7:39 P.M

Jessica ^^, 7:39 P.M This was the guy right???

You, 7:40 P.M yeah that’s him except without the orange hair. He looks like a fucking dork in that picture and looks way better in person

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M that is not the priority here y/n.

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M you got invited to a pARTY. HE TOLD YOU TO LOOK FOR HIM

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M WE HAVE TO GO

You, 7:40 P.M I have a date that day

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M with your couch and Netflix bllAH BLAH WERE GOINg

Jessica ^^, 7:40 P.M I’m cashing in that favor you owe me in exchange for this

You, 7:40 P.M ……..goddamnit

You, 7:40 P.M FINE we’ll go to their dumb party

You, 7:40 P.M they better have expensive drinks and food otherwise we’re leaving

Jessica ^^, 7:41 P.M im sure they’ll have everything you want ;))

You’re standing in front of a big door, belonging to an even bigger mansion, with Jess, your ridiculous best friend who you were already thinking about knocking out with enough drinks in the first twenty minutes so that you could go home early. Or a plate. One of the two.

The music inside was blaring, and the vibe from the house was no doubt going to make you want to roll your eyes at everything.

You’re sure this was going to be nothing more than a glorified frat party, but you had to endure some of it if you were going to repay Jessica that favor you owed her.

“Are we supposed to knock or?” You ask. Jessica shrugs, and you watch her adjust her skirt. You told her she should’ve worn one that actually fit, but, she wasn’t one to listen anyways. “I’ll just try the handle then.”

You push down on the ridiculously large handle and watch as it moves smoothly, opening the door before you. Immediately you’re greeted with a large foyer, brightly lit with at least three chandeliers and people lingering everywhere. There’s two sets of stairs on either side of the foyer, leading up to an upper level that had many doors. Your eyes catch to the double doors at the top that are blocked by two men, clearly keeping anyone from going inside.

You guessed that was where you were supposed to go. You take Jessica’s hand and drag her to one of the stairs, stepping past the multiple miserable people sitting on the steps, no doubt sitting there because they couldn’t get in or because they got kicked out. You step past them all until you’re on the landing and you reach into your jacket pocket, pulling out Doyoung’s note.

“What if this note doesn’t work, Jess?” You ask as you walk towards the bouncers. She shrugs again.

“Guess we’ll just have to sneak in.” You roll your eyes and stop in front of the two men. They’re far bigger up close, towering over you in an intimidating manner that makes you want to roll your eyes again. They had to be hired, of course, which is utterly stupid. Who needed bouncers at their party? Even the frat boys didn’t hire bouncers.

“Invitation?” One of them asks. You hold out Doyoung’s note, letting the man take it. He looks it over only for a few seconds, and then looks you up and down a few too many times before handing it back. “Nice try, ladies. You can’t get in here with that.”

You stare at the man for a long moment, narrowing your eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean I can’t get in with this? Was I supposed to get some stupid invitation in the mail?”

“No invitation, no entry,” the other guy says. You throw your hands up in the air and shove the note towards them.

“Some guy named Doyoung gave this to me in my class. He didn’t give me any invitation except this. How is this not what you’re looking for?”

“The boys only use special paper for invitations. You don’t have that. Did you forge that note?” The first bouncer asks. You shake your head, shoving the note into your jacket pocket again.

“Why would I forge a stupid note for a stupid party that I don’t even want to be at?” You turn on your heel and are ready to walk off, but Jessica grabs your hand, turning you back around. She gives you this look, a look you have no power to say no to, and you groan in annoyance.

You didn’t want to be here. You absolutely didn’t want to be here. She couldn’t convince you with that look. She couldn’t.

She lets out a pathetic noise and you groan again, turning back towards the bouncers. “Can you just get Doyoung out here or something? I’m sure if he saw me he’d tell you he invited me himself.”

“That’s what everyone says,” the second bouncer says. “You’re not getting in ladies.”

You turn to look at Jessica again and she frowns, a dejected look on her face. She had been so excited about attending one of the parties, and now, here she was, probably not going to get in. You’re not sure there’d be any locked doors anywhere for you to sneak into either, so, at this point it was a lost cause.

“Sorry, Jess. I tried,” you say. You reach to take her hand, ready to drag her back to your car when one of the many doors you noticed earlier opens. Out comes Doyoung and some girl, giggling and hanging off of him drunkenly. He moves to set her down near the wall opposite the door, and then pats the top of her head, smiling at her awkwardly before standing up.

Doyoung ends up looking your way, his eyes widening when he sees you. He rushes over immediately, grinning at you.

“Hey, Y/N? You came! I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” he says. You frown at him, crossing your arms.

“Why did you assume that? Do I not seem like one for parties or something?” You ask.

“Not at all.”

“You know her sir?” The first bouncer asks. Doyoung looks at him and then nods his head.

“Yeah, I invited her and her friend. I gave her the wrong paper though so, sorry for that.”

“It’s alright man,” the bouncers say. Doyoung gives them a thumbs up before coming to stand next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He doesn’t do the same for Jessica, instead holding out his arm for her, and she happily takes it. He ends up leading you back to the door he came out of, closing it and locking it behind him before guiding you into the party.

It is far more glorified than you expected. At frat parties you’ve been to there were lights and a DJ and furniture pushed to the side for a makeshift dance floor. There was always pizza and drinks in the kitchen, and there was always at least a hundred people roaming the house.

But this was so much more.

There was hundreds of people below you, dancing, drinking, eating, making out and talking. There was a whole section off to the side full of tables where people were sitting down with what seemed like a food station behind the tables. In the middle was a giant dance floor, something you’d expect in a club or something, with a DJ at the front of the floor. Off to the other side of the dance floor was a bar and a lounge area.

It was almost too much.

“This… is so freaking cool!” You barely hear Jessica say. You look at her, still clinging at Doyoung’s arm and roll your eyes. It wasn’t cool, it was ridiculous.

Rich people had way too much money and time on their hands.

“Are the drinks free?” You end up asking. Doyoung looks at you, shaking his head.

“No, but just tell them to put it on Yuta’s tab.” You nod your head and shrug off Doyoung’s arm, making a beeline down the stairs and to the bar area. You don’t have to wait long to order a drink thankfully, and once it’s in your hands, you make your way to the nearest corner and stand there.

It wasn’t anything fantastic, nothing like Jessica had described to you on the car ride here. It was like being in a huge club, with the usual loud music and the usual people and the usual atmosphere that made you want to go home. Jessica had also said if you were invited it meant something, but, it didn’t seem that way at all. It seemed like any old party.

Really, if you could you’d have left by now, but, leaving Jessica by herself at a party like this seemed like a terrible move as her best friend.

Leaving her with Doyoung probably wasn’t the best idea either, now that you think about it. You sigh and push yourself away from the wall, looking up to the landing you had come off of. You can’t make out much except for silhouettes of people, and, at this point you’re sure Doyoung and Jessica weren’t even up there anymore.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration at your stupidity and pick out your phone to text her.

You, 11:19 P.M where are you? Are you still with doyoung???

You stare down at your phone, waiting for the reply, and when you feel something vibrate in your pocket you realize your dumb mistake.

Jessica had left her phone with you because she had no pockets. How could you forget that?

“Jesus fuck, this is the worst freaking night.” You mumble to yourself, quickly pocketing your phone. You’re about to head towards the dance floor to find her when you feel a hand grab yours. You turn to look at the person, finding Doyoung again smiling at you.

“Where is my friend?” You ask immediately, pulling your hand away from his. He frowns, and steps towards you.

“I left her with the most trustworthy person here. She’s in good hands,” he tells you over the music. You cross your arms and fix him with a glare, not fully trusting his words. You didn’t know these guys, and you definitely didn’t know Doyoung, so he could easily be lying to you. “…Do you want me to take her to you? To show you she’s fine?”

You nod your head quicker than expected and he sticks out his hand for you. You look down at it, and after a long moment of deliberation take it, letting him lead you through the crowd that lingered around the perimeter of the dance floor. You come to stand just a few feet away from the table area, and Doyoung points towards one of the middle tables where a bunch of guys and a few girls sat. You could barely make out Jessica sitting next to someone, smiling and passing out cards for everyone.

“See? She’s fine. I told my friend not to let her out of his sight for the rest of the night, so she should be fine then too.” You frown and turn to Doyoung.

“That’s awfully nice of you,” you say. He smiles, leaning in closer to you.

“I invited you to this party. If something happened to your friend, what kind of host would I be?” He leans in a little closer, his lips brushing at the rim of your ear. “Speaking of which, will you follow me to my room?”

“What, you don’t want to stay down here and party with everyone else?” You ask. He pulls away, and gives you an amused look.

“I’m not sure you understand what I’m asking of you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“If you follow me, I’ll explain it to you.”

You stare at Doyoung for a moment, then look back at Jessica. She’s smiling and clearly having fun. You didn’t want to leave her alone, but, Doyoung seemed sincere about all his statements. Maybe he was telling the truth.

Hopefully he was telling the truth.

“If anything happens to her, I’m coming back here to personally murder you.” Doyoung smiles even bigger and takes your hand once again.

“I’d expect nothing else.”

Ten minutes later of twists and turns and door after door you’re pulled into a room. The door is closed after you, practically closing off the party that was happening in some other part of the house, and Doyoung is immediately pushing you towards the bed on the far side of the room. He sits you down and then pulls up a chair for himself, sitting in front of you.

“I’m guessing you don’t know anything about our club,” Doyoung starts. You shake your head.

“Just what my friend told me. You’re rich, throw really big parties, you’re hot, uh… Something about getting laid?”

“I mean, sounds about right. What do you think?” Doyoung raises an eyebrow at you, and you, for the first time that night surprisingly, look him up and down. He’s wearing something that looked far less expensive than what he wore at school; jeans, a white t-shirt, and a bomber jacket that had a bunch of patches sewed into it. He still had that fake earring in his ear, and his hair was sporting little streaks of purple in his hair now.

He was definitely hot. Cuter than that dumb picture Jessica sent you, and more handsome than you remember.

He definitely fit that expectation.

You look around his room next, taking in all the décor. He had one wall full of posters, another full of shelves with figurines and pictures and trinkets alike, and then a wall with more shelves and a T.V bigger than any T.V you’ve ever seen in your life in the middle of said shelves. You look back at him and nod your head.

“Yeah, I think that sounds about right. You’re hot and clearly rich. That T.V is fucking huge,” you say. He laughs and then nods in agreement.

“I sit here for hours just watching T.V sometimes.”

“I am not doubting it.”

There’s a slight pause in your conversation before he’s scooting his chair towards you, talking once more.

“The last thing you said. The other guys and I… I wouldn’t call it a game necessarily, but, we bring a lot of girls here. Well, we invite a lot of girls, and then bet if we’ll get laid. If they end up coming, we end up fucking. And then if you got laid, you get paid whatever was wagered.”

“…that is absolutely a game. Is that why you invited me? To get laid?” You ask, not at all surprised by his words.

Rich people had way, way too much money and time on their hands.

“Yes, I did. But you’re the first girl I’ve ever actually gotten to come.” Doyoung moves to put his hands on your knees and you look down at them, then back at up at him.

“You must take me for an idiot,” you say. He laughs, and then smiles at you.

“I don’t. I’ve seen your test scores.”

“Test scores don’t necessarily make one smart, Doyoung.”

“Wise words,” Doyoung says. “Maybe that’s why I invited you.”

“Is it?”

“No. I don’t know why I did, really. Maybe I just like how you looked.”

“There are other girls who look better than me,” you say.

“And there are other guys who look better than me. I still think you’re pretty. Beautiful. Nice on the eyes. Whatever works for you.”

“I like ravishing,” you say. Doyoung lets out a hearty laugh for a full-on minute, his smile big and his eyes crinkled up in this really adorable way.

At least he wasn’t a super huge asshole. That was comforting at least.

“Either way,” Doyoung starts when his laughing dies down.

“Either way,” you repeat.

“Do you want to fuck?”

You look at him a second, a slight smirk on your lips, and put your hands on top of his. “Can I say no?”

“Absolutely. Though, that look you’re giving me…”

“I’m considering it,” you say. This was definitely a weird situation to be in, after all. Jessica was still downstairs too, and if you wanted, you’re sure you could just drag her out by now and leave. Though, fucking Doyoung wouldn’t be so bad. He was hot, and, if they did this often, he had to be good. You’re almost positive he had to be good. If it wasn’t, he said you could say no, which, was always a plus.

“If we don’t I’ll just end up watching T.V if you want to join me,” he says. You smile, and take his hands off his knees, placing them in his lap.

“How about we start with T.V and then see where things take us,” you say. You scoot back on the bed and immediately get cozy, patting the space next to you a moment later. Doyoung smiles back at you.

“I like where your head is.”

Soon enough, Doyoung has put in some movie that you’ve never seen or heard of before and then is cozying up next to you, an arm around your shoulders and a hand on your knee.

Two minutes into the movie, said hand is running up and down the expanse of your thigh. It distracts you immediately, but you ignore it as best as you can, knowing that whatever game Doyoung was playing, you could play it back.

You cross your arms and stare straight ahead, watching as what you assume are the two leads in the movie bump into each other.

And then you feel Doyoung’s other hand at your ear, his thumb beginning to circle the rim of it. It makes you tense up, the slow, soft movements triggering the sensitivity that your ears so easily gave.

In turn, you clench your fists and bite your bottom lip, blinking a few times to focus on the movie. Something happens with the lead girl, but Doyoung pulls your attention back to him before you can even figure out what’s happening in the movie.

Doyoung’s lips are soft against your neck, and the hand on your thigh has stopped to give it a light squeeze and his other hand has wandered into your hair. Every sensation is so much, giving you just what you could want, and yet so little, not giving you enough.

Doyoung knew how to get you to want more.

“Are you still watching the movie?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You shake your head, and he laughs against your neck, pressing two more kisses there. “Do you want me to stop? We can actually go back to the movie.”

You think for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts, making sure you wanted this.

After a minute of deliberation, you crawl onto Doyoung’s lap, straddling him, putting your hands on his chest and pressing your lips to his. His hands find your hips and then finds the skin underneath your shirt, and then he’s pulling away, finding your neck again.

“Is that a no, you don’t want me to stop?” He asks.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. Unless you’re shit at this. Then I’ll end up stopping you,” you say, rolling your hips against Doyoung’s. He lets out a quiet moan against your neck, and rolls his hips right back.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I hear I’m amazing at this.”

Your fingers curl tighter around Doyoung’s biceps, nails digging just barely into skin as he thrusts one last time into you. Your whole body practically tenses as you finally let go, your last orgasm wracking through your body in such a wonderful, sublime way that has you sighing in bliss.

Doyoung ends up pulling out moments later, falling onto the bed next to you, breathing just as hard as you were.

He was not wrong, at all. He was definitely amazing at sex.

Maybe it was because he ate you out or knew where to touch you in all the right places or made you come three times, you’re not sure. Whatever it was though, you didn’t regret coming here now.

“Was it good?” He asks when you think you’ve finally come down from your high. He must’ve gotten up at some point to throw away his condom because he’s patting you down with a wet cloth, the coolness making your skin tingle delightfully.

“So good,” you mumble out, letting out another content sigh. You feel Doyoung’s lips press against yours softly, and then he’s pushing a piece of hair behind your ear before letting out his own sigh.

“We should return to the party. You probably want to get out of here,” he says. You nod your head slowly and he moves to get off the bed, but you find his hand and tug at it.

“I don’t know if I can walk,” you say. He laughs and then tosses a piece of clothing at you. “Doyoungie, will you carry me?”

“Doyoungie?” He asks with an incredulous tone. You open your eyes and nod your head.

“Doyoungie. Carry me? My legs won’t stop shaking.”

You see him look down at your legs, and then back up to your body to you.

“I’ll give you a minute, and then if you’re still shaking, I’ll carry you.”

A few minutes pass, Doyoung dressing himself and helping you dress, laughter and smiles and short kisses being exchanged between you two as it happens. Once you’re finished he helps you stand up, and unfortunately you don’t fall or anything.

You pout as he takes your hand and leads you out of his room. You really wanted to be carried.

“Maybe another time,” he ends up saying. You look down at your hands entwined, and for most of the walk you just stare at them.

It’s… weird. Doyoung just brought you here to fuck but he’s still very caring and thoughtful about it. Your mind wanders to when he was eating you out, insisting on it before you and him did anything else.

You wondered if he did this with every girl he brought here.

“Hey, Doyoung?” You start when you’re nearing the party. The music is still blaring, the party probably not even close to winding down yet.

“Hm?”

“Do you ever fuck someone twice?”

He doesn’t answer right away, staying quiet as you finally reach one of the doors that leads into the party. He opens it up and pulls you inside, heading over to the table area. Jessica is still there, but all the people that had been with her are gone, and she’s just with Doyoung’s friend, drinking something out of a bottle and hanging off of the guy in such a sloppy manner.

It was definitely time to go home.

“Hey, Johnny, thanks for watching Y/N’s friend,” Doyoung says. You let go of Doyoung’s hand and walk over to Jessica, touching lightly at her face.

“Hey, Jess, ready to go home?”

“Y/N! I was- I was just telling Johnny about you!” Jessica whips her head to Johnny and then back to you so hard she ends up stopping any speech completely, blinking many times before leaning to the side to throw up. You turn away towards Doyoung and plug your ears with your index fingers, not wanting to hear her emptying her stomach.

When she’s done she tugs at your jacket, and you look down at her to hear her whine. “I wanna go hoooommeee…”

You nod your head and then lift her up gently to her feet, putting an arm around her middle and slinging her own over your shoulders. Johnny comes to her other side and helps as well, and you begin walking awkwardly back up the stairs. You leave through the door Doyoung had brought you through earlier, the same girl he had dropped off out there sleeping on the floor now.

As you head down the stairs, you wonder if maybe Doyoung invited her to fuck and then she got too drunk before they could do anything.

Maybe if he talked to you after this you could ask.

Eventually you make it back to your car, and Johnny helps you get Jessica into the front seat. He even goes as far as buckling her up for you before shutting her door and stepping a few feet away. You turn to thank him, only to find Doyoung and him whispering to each other.

You hadn’t even realized Doyoung had followed you outside, and you’re not sure if you should drive off or wait for him to be done with talking to Johnny.

Would he answer your question from earlier if you waited? Or maybe this was your cue to leave?

You start to walk around the car, making it as far as standing in front of your door before you hear your name being called. You watch Doyoung walk towards your car, around it, and then come to stand in front of you. He presses you to the door, his hands on your hips and a smile on his face.

“I have an answer to your question,” he says. You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Personally, I’ve never asked someone to come back here again… I haven’t really heard anyone do it either. Stuff can get complicated and if someone gets to clingy, it gets weird…”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you’re looking for something more with me… I probably wouldn’t do anything with you again,” he says. You laugh and move your hands around his neck, your fingers playing with the hairs at the nape.

“Earlier was really fucking good Doyoung… I’m not really looking for a relationship, but if you are okay with being fuckbuddies, I’m all for that. If I’m asking for anything, I’m asking for that.”

Doyoung stares at you a moment, and then he’s leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a sudden kiss. It only lasts for a few moments, but it doesn’t fail to make you feel absolutely giddy inside.

He clearly wanted this too.

“How about we start with you coming back here tomorrow and we’ll see where things take us,” Doyoung says.

You can’t help but laugh at hearing your words from earlier repeated back to you.

#kim doyoung scenarios #kim doyoung imagines #doyoung imagines #Doyoung Scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct fanfic #nct imagines #sheep writes #i'm too lazy to make a gif right now plus i gotta leave by e

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cloudbattrolls · 6 years ago

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Maidel Juzuxt | Present Night | Derevnya | Octavian Musical Arts Studios

Everyone calls it OMAS, or Oh, Masterfully Aimed, Shithead if they’re not fond of Treble. Even if they’re on the list of people who won’t kick him out of a room after ten minutes, they might still toss it off, teasing, but with an edge of bile.

It’s one of the reasons you get along with him, despite how different the two of you are.

“So!” He says, plucking at his suspenders. “What’s got you in such a sulk, Maidel-girl? Or is it boy today.”

You’re in one of the studio’s dance rooms, one that’s empty at the moment since the next class won’t be for hours. Mirrors cover its walls, and overhead glowworm lamps dot the ceiling, giving off light even as they’re in stasis. Treble can feed, wake, and rearrange them at his will if needed for a choreography practice, as well as brighten them with the right formula.

Right now they’re giving off a low yellowish glow as they sleep, clinging to the gray ceiling. It bathes your face in a sickly cast, or maybe that’s just your mood as you stare into one of the mirrors, clad in a suit that you look absolutely horrible in.

“Boy.” You say, but there’s not much spirit in it. Gender isn’t very important right now; it’s part of your bigger problem, but only in a small way.

Sometimes you think it’d be easier if you just had no chest to worry about, and certainly sometimes you hate having to leave off your binder or worry about damage, the kind your psi can’t really repair fully.

Other times you think rumblespheres at least give people something other to look at than your face or stomach. Not that they’re impressive, but at least it’s something.

“What’s got you so down in the dumps, Maidel-boy? You nervous? Don’t be nervous, my cool cat! This joint will love you.”

That gets a small snort out of you, mostly because of Treble’s ridiculous speaking manner. It’s been perigees and you still don’t believe he can naturally talk that way, no matter how much he swears up and down he was hatched with it.

You turn a little, looking at yourself from another angle in the mirror, your hair pulled back into a ponytail so everyone can see your face. Great. You put a finger to one cheek, but lightly, to not ruin the makeup covering your freckles.

Treble leans in slightly, his eyebrows raised and ears flicking slightly. His aren’t nearly as mobile as yours, but you know what he’s thinking.

“I look better this way.” You say. “A little. Don’t try to tell me freckles are cute again, I’m not buying it.”

Not much you can do about your face in general. Your hair is okay. then there’s your body.

You’ve always been on the heavier side, and maybe that wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t look so stupid on you.

Highbloods being big fits them like a shell on a scuttlebeast. They have the tusks, the intimidation, the big sharp horns to go with it. Their fat doesn’t look like weakness; it only makes them look stronger, heartier, able to dominate.

You’ve been mistaken for blue twice, when you were wearing heavy clothing and goggles against the steam and snow. You were alarmed, then flattered, then a little depressed.

Treble just clicks his tongue and shakes his head like you’re a silly, mildly disobedient lusus. “Maidel, Maidel, Maidel. Even if you don’t like them, doesn’t mean not a single troll in that joint won’t! You got to be honest about who you are! That’s the only way to make your brand.”

It takes a force of effort to not remind Treble that just because he keeps showing off who he is to the whole world, (despite getting laughed at and kicked out of multiple places) it doesn’t mean you want to go through the same.

That’d be cruel; Treble’s odd, but he’s been kind to you, and it’s hard to hate a troll who isn’t any more good looking than you but so much braver.

Even if sometimes you wish you could.

“I don’t need a brand.” You mutter. “I just want to sing.”

When you’re finally on the stage, finally manage to forget where you and who you are and what you look like, that makes it all worth it. When you sing, you’re somewhere else, someone else. People have actually clapped for you before, and it wasn’t all just polite applause.

Treble loves to babble about how you could be the next big thing. All you want is to keep feeling that way for the rest of your life, even for little bits at a time. It’s enough.

He pauses, perhaps aware of the usual argument and realizing you don’t want to hear it. He almost chews on his claws, raising two to his mouth but he’s been trying to stop lately and drops them.

“Maidel.” He says, gentle, which makes the hairs on the back of your neck prick up. “Singing aside, you really want to have this sort of bad juju brewing in you the rest of your natural life, my man?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You say, trying to be dismissive, but dismissive from you sounds about as believable as a honk from a limeblood and Treble’s face is understandably if irritatingly skeptical.

“‘Course it matters! You telling me you’re okay just going ‘aw, nuts, I hate how I look’ for all your sweeps? You gotta change yourself, or - ”

“ - change your bulbs, yes.” You sound a bit more testy than you’d like, but he’s told you this about ten times before.

“I tried to diet and exercise for a whole perigee, Treble. Aside from making me miserable, it barely did anything. I lost three pounds. Three pounds in that whole time! I don’t know what’s wrong with my stupid, garbage, messed up - ”

“Whoa! You really want to hate yourself that bad, man?”

You realize you’re breathing hard, eyes wide and - in the mirror - you see a hint of orange in them.

Groaning, you cover your face with a soft palm, dragging your fingers through your curls.

“Olives are supposed to be lithe and muscular. Or else average looking, since everybody likes to say we’re the most boring caste.” You say, bitter. “Even being average like you would be better. Nobody thinks you’re ugly. They just think you’re normal.”

Maybe that’s rude, but you don’t care right now.

Treble plucks at his tie thoughtfully, but you can see a trace of pain in his eyes that wrenches your digestion sac. You’ll apologize to him later.

“Do people really tell you you’re ugly, Maidel-boy?” He says, curious.

You snort. In a way, that’d almost be better.

“Hardly ever.” You admit, and he opens his mouth but you wave a finger and press on. “They don’t have to! They don’t even notice me, good or bad, compared to everyone else I know. They’re all pretty. None of them would ever consider a troll like me to be an option in any quadrant.”

You sound pathetic, even to yourself. It’s not like you expect the trolls you know to date you, or that you’d particularly want to date them in the first place.

It’s how you’ve seen Riccin flirt, seen Pheres flirt, seen them have quadrants. Have people interested in them. Seen them know they’re beautiful, that they can get trolls just by being themselves.

Must be nice.

“So...what brought all this up from its deep dark spot, huh?”

You look at him blankly.

“Usually you’re a little down in the dumps, but not fit to yowl about it.”

You flush slightly. You guess you did raise your voice more than you meant to.

“I’m sorry.” You say, throat tight. You shouldn’t even be talking to Treble about this. He has a moirail, a teal who works at one of the universities. You have no idea why he takes so much time with you to start with.

Especially if this is how you treat him.

You’d rather dive out the window than answer, but you owe him that much.

“I have an ash crush.” You admit, and it feels like a dirty word, a curse. Maybe it is. You have to be cursed if you’re stupid enough to have feelings for Riccin, who’s practically a clown, and who’s never cared about you.

Maybe it’s some messed up form of self-harm.

Treble looks puzzled, and for good reason.

“So why’re you all torn up about how you look?”

Ash isn’t about that, is the clear implication. You almost laugh. If only he knew.

“Riccin wants pretty trolls in every quadrant.” You say, staring into the mirror at the disappointing image with a suit on a too-round figure. “Their kismesis and their ex ash are both little, skinny trolls, with pretty faces. And they’re close with Pheres, and he’s the same.”

Then there’s you, who’s as heavy as any two of them, not to mention that they think you’re dull as ditchwater. Even if you wanted to pursue this - if you were so blindingly stupid - how could you prove them wrong? You’d wear yourself out trying.

Not to mention that Vide would probably cull you. She seems like she’s still interested in them, and for all you know they might still be interested in her too. Riccin doesn’t give up easily.

“I think you’re feeling a bit too sorry for yourself, Maidel-boy.”

You glare at him, then sigh. He chuckles.

“So you got a hopeless crush. Happens to us all. Why let it mess your groove up so much, man? If there’s no worth wondering if you can, put your bulbs into what you are good at! Which is: belting out the tunes and making us both a little cash, hm?”

You snort. With Treble it all comes back to money or fame. Given how hard he works for it, you can’t blame him too much. The chances of an olive making it big - or even being an agent for anyone who does - are minimal. Somehow he still tries, still teaches and manages and performs, no matter who mocks him, no matter how many times he gets chased off.

“Okay.” You say. “Let’s go.”

#I was never huge into vocaloids but this song is good for Maidel #cloud writes #Maidel Juzuxt #Treble Octave #warnings for:#negative body image #mild dysphoria #and Maidel being a bit of a baby

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Could we get some headcanons/more background on Abbey and Doyle’s kids? 🥺👉👈 I love the premise of this AU

YEEEEE (im just gonna ramble a bunch about the backstory i have so far but ill put it in bullets so its easier to follow lol i apologize for it being long as fuck-)

OKAY SO,,, first of all,,, doyle and abbey timeline,,,, [i am looking respectfully]

in this au, they get back together and have a sort of ‘lovers pretending to be enemies’ chaotic on again/off again hookup thing off to the side just between the two of them thru like Most of the final season, they try to keep it a secret (especially doyle who doubts the saturdays would be hAPPY if he was seeing her again) but in the end, saturdays ofc find out, probably are unsure about it at first, but she gains enough of their trust to be there for the big finale battle in the weird world mansion.

when shit goes down and argost becomes the vessel for the two opposing kurs (regular kur, and the anti kur from zak monday) and they like. explode his matter or w/e, i imagine instead of kur just completely disappearing, the ‘anti kur’ gets shot back to its universe, while original kur gets forced into a new vessel in this universe... the closest of which happens to be the unborn child abbeys unknowingly carrying. basically, what if the two kurs just LOOKED like they evaporated but actually did what happens when you try to like tape two same sides of a magnets together and they YEETED-

So thats how we have Parker, their firstborn daughter! and this... also implies ‘Parker Monday’ exists which. 8^) i havent thought about yet so forgive me on that but hoo,

they dont know parker is kur, they got no idea and rly just assume kur is gone for good. but after they find out abbeys pregnant (which is a huge emotional trip for both of them in its own right) they do eventually sort of agree they dont want their kid exposed to that whole world of mystery. like, ik its a vital thing to the whole family, and ik these two people were probably voted least likely to ‘settle down’ in high school, but i cant imagine they didnt escape the kur/zak situation without a LOT of trauma, so while the saturdays stay in the cryptozoology field, doyle and abbey slowly pull away from the mystery and mercenary stuff, and also instead of going for big dollar lifestyle settle with ‘independently wealthy’ parenting.

also, neither of them really . grasp the concept that theyve even started a family, and are ‘together’, and that this is REAL, until around when she gets pregnant with their second daughter, Kendall. and then theyre like. oh nooo wait are we actually like boyfriend and girlfriend EWW-

when kendall is born parker is 3, and the next like 10+ years are pretty smooth sailing. as far as what the kids know/see, they probably know the cryptids when theyre little but. (tw animal death sORRY TO BE DARK I JUST??????) idk,, how long komodo dragons live/how old komodo already is and i definitely dont know Anything about giant prehistoric birds and am not even sure if science knows that lifespan, so. im not sure how long they could really be in each others lives??? i almost imagine parker would have memories of them that she assumes she remembers wrong, like “oh yeah they used to have a lizard and a bird... my imaginative little kid brain thought they were a komodo dragon and a dinosaur”, and as for fisk im still working on it but i . actually kind of imagine he might have a much longer lifespan (since lemurians are like ancient or w/e? and also if hes by dna like a gorilla cat or w/e gorillas at least live long af) and also feel like once he got older and settled down a bit he might live somewhere in the woods, maybe even his old tree? and the saturdays see him ALL the time obviously, but hey zaks gotta go to college eventually, a gorilla cats gotta eat bugs in forest, we all have to grow up and leave the nest sometime,

so idk the last time parker has actually seen fisk and she might assume he was an imaginary friend or smth but, 1. if i do write a fic they absolutely have to meet again, 2. overall the vibe is they know the saturdays are cryptozoologists, like, the same way josh gates does destination truth, seeking answers and studying, they dont really. know that theyre REAL. to them its like, a hypothetical science. (this is also part of why they dont realize parker is kur, she isnt around cryptids and therefore whenever her powers would actually show up they wouldnt be recognized) anyways parker isnt embarrassed or put off by it but just thinks its a little wacky, meanwhile kendall is obsessed with the world of mystery/paranormal/cryptic lol

speaking of the girls personalities;;;

parker is like. not really normie/preppy, even if she seems it at first glance, shes nice and has a good head on her shoulders but also is a teenage girl (inherently unhinged) and shes THEIR teenage girl (+5 feral) so despite her success and charm shes also very witty/crass when she wants to be, and deep down shes closer to the kind of person that would on pure inexplicable instinct put something random in your mouth when you’re yawning so you bite down on it afterwards. or like. that video of the girl singing in the bathroom while her friends curl their hair and she grabs the curler to use as a microphone before realizing its burning hot??? shes. the voice of reason, but the voice is usually shrieking in fear, making a cursed joke, or half the time whatever shes saying is actually smart. she kinda wants to go to college and travel, but struggles with indecisiveness and anxiety, so she has no idea where to go, what to major in, etc. and is again kinda just livin thru the typical teen life in that regard

kendall on the other hand is like. weird kid culture, the kind of kid that believes they are secretly a new supernatural creature each year (mermaid phase, werewolf phase, alien phase, etc), probably completely accidentally starts cults or witch covens at school (didnt realize teaching peers how to become ‘blood brothers’ and ‘make potions’ from puddles and stolen school supplies would be taken so seriously by parents) , very into emo/scene/punk/alt culture but not rly in an overtly dark/edgy way, more of a having fun and expressing self way. she wants answers for everything, really loves mysteries and being open minded, and definitely a rebel/adventurer at heart, even if she gets naive or in over her head sometimes.

the girls get along well! parker is not dismissive of kendall she just. isnt really into the same stuff/is more freaked out by it most of the time, but she would tag along on certain adventures, especially if it was to keep her safe. and kendall definitely directs gentle mockery towards parker a lot but does see her as a good role model and guiding figure, their bond is really strong!

other details !

doyle and abbey prob decide to say fuck it and get married after kendall is born, they probably have a few rough patches but nothing is more important to them than the kids now and in the end they understand each other better than anyone else so . canon tension idk her! family ftw! power couple! they intimidate the teacher during parent teacher conferences together hand in shady little hand !

their parenting style is exactly what one would imagine, 70% fun and sass and controlled chaos where theyre the bigger children than their children, 15% ‘this is how you hack the government and dual wield swords-- i was not supposed to teach you that im sorry’, and 15% actual guidance / emotional depth / etc. flaws might be overcoming their own immaturity for the first few years, and then being lowkey overly protective (while claiming they arent, but just bc you semi jokingly tell parker she should join the football team doesnt mean you dont actually hide 60% of ur life from her and check that her bedroom windows are locked every night and have 24 people listed in her school emergency contacts and used to cut up her food till she was 7 and-)

so abouT THE BABY BOY (Phoenix), 1. his middle name is leonidas bc im gay and i love emotional turmoil babes , 2. fully unironically the idea behind such a late pregnancy is abbey would be mid fourties when hes born right. so like. [has two kids] ‘ok birth control time’ [when theyre teens many years later] ‘ok im old enough to stop taking this’ [the hyperfertility curse that plagues many women rears its ugly head with one last hoo-rah]

and finALLY a very quick elevator pitch of what id write an actual fic to focus on;;; kendall sneaks into the attic to look for old shit bc they BOTH know their parents have been hiding stuff over the years, she finds things like a cryptopedia (now offline), the claw, maybe even a piece of the kur stone, and ropes parker into the long haul of figuring out what all this stuff is. and ofc the second they ever find the naga relic and parker comes face to face with it, [rest in rip] time for mom and dad to find out and all this kur shit to start ALL over again-

#long post/ //#tw animal death ment//#GOD THIS IS SO LONG IM SRY--#idk what to call thsi au forreal yet so ill just tag it as #dabbey baby au #TY FOR ASKING THO HEART HANDS

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