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riridontneedya · 2 years ago

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Sapphire... (Pt 1)

Summary: (slight rant) life has been currently doing bits but we move! Anywho, breaking out the writing slump with amazing one shot ideas given to me, but would've been miles too long for one piece so now its in two segments. The stories follow up one another . Why are they called different things! I don't know I just felt like it and the jewel theme flowed following from "Emerald' which has the same vibe . Right also whilst this is a "Draco" one shot due to the nature of story so far I've not mentioned him by name...so if there's another blonde antagonist you fancy you could make that him lol.

I think "Ruby" (the continuation) is my fave of the two but you can decide for yourself. However don't play yourself and read both! . You'll thank me later for it lol! Cause tbh the best part about a good smut is the buildup!

Actual summary: Female Y/n reader and her best friend move to a new town.. follow along on her exciting encounters with a handsome stranger.

Pairing: Female reader x Modern day Draco

WARNINGS: Ive said it before and I'll say to again! If you forgo the warnings and you know you damn well you have no business reading it then thats on you DON'T DO IT! Mature adult themes , smut , Angst unprotected sex , Outdoors , Mature language , sexually explicit scenes.

Words: 2,490

A/NS: ENJOY! be sure to read both parts. As usual requests open! and let me know what you think! sending peace love and positivity to all xx

Time seems to have this terrible habit of fleeting once it comes to doing the things you love. But somehow it manages to come to a complete standstill when you’re somewhere you’d much rather not be. This was now the case for Y/n . Time was moving painstakingly slow , what had been only forty minutes had felt more equivalent to forty hours. She knew it a dramatic comparison yes.. but she couldn’t even pretend anymore . Everything about this place sucked the life from her. Anxiously she sent a stream of texts to her friend Lucy alluding to leaving but she had yet to receive a response . Just then her phone pinged . Racing to read it she was sourly disappointed as Lucy made it abundantly clear she had no desire to leave anytime soon. Letting out a defeated groan she slumped back down into the crushed velvet settee.

She had consumed a fairly large quantity of various drinks on offer but it wasn’t having the impact she so desired. It appeared the drunk stage was to be skipped altogether but the dull headache was to be welcomed with open arms. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy a good night out . In fact she was particularly fond of them. It was just in simple terms tonight was .. well boring . Ever since they moved further afield and with Lucy starting a new job she was promptly recruited by a group of affluent socialites, and their idea of fun was vastly different from Y/ns and Lucys . As irksome as it was for y/n she knew it was important for Lucy to make good impressions. So she set aside her reservations and traded in her wholesome fun filled nights for dimly lit swanky clubs with overpriced cocktails and vapid conversations.

The posse consisted of a fairly large group of both men and women , and much like any posse its incomplete without its ringleader .Y/n made it exceptionally clear from the beginning she had no desire of befriending the appointed ringleader who she found to be rather insufferable. As luck would have it the distaste for one another was mutual . So it came as no shock that she was to be ostracised from the group. Fortunately for Y/n she remained unfazed by these sort of ludicrous mind games, she could rest assured it wouldn’t be too long before her and Lucy would be in their kitchen laughing mockingly about them over a cup of tea .Fed up of the doom scrolling she flung her phone into her clutch and fastened the clasp. She was ready to call it a night, but she would find Lucy first and let her know.

From across the room a man seemed to be peering at her from over his drink. From what y/n could see he was fairly tall with a broad frame encased in a black suit . The retched dim lights made it hard for her to notice any distinguishable features such as an eye colour perhaps but she did notice how icy blonde his hair was and how it was an absolute contrast against the sharp black suit. Despite the group surrounding him his interests did not lay with them his eyes fixated oh her. Overall intrigued at his unwavering eye contact she decided to shimmy closer. After all she intended to go in that direction to find Lucy.

Upon closer inspection he appeared to be scowling , donning a look of disgust as if a bad stench rest under his nose. Bamboozled and quite petered she returned the glare with an eye roll for added embellishment . Despite her retaliation he remained glaring , As she was closer now she could now make out a his pale coloured eyes narrowing in on her scanning her up and down. What an earth is his problem! she thought, y/n had never seen this man before so he had no right to be to so uncivil towards her, and if he were for some odd reason to have an issue she’d rather he be vocal about it. She wasn’t going to yell at him and cause a scene obviously , but she had little tolerance for this uncalled behaviour and wasn’t going to be made to feel like she did. Tossing her hair to the side she stormed pass him ensuring to curtly brush pass his shoulder, and make her way to Lucy.

“In the infamous words of Kylie Jenner … rise and shine” bellowed y/n as she tugged open Lucys curtains . Lucy violently tossed around cocooning herself in her duvet , attempting to shield her eyes from the sudden burst of sunlight flooding the room. “You dick , shut them now before I scalp you” she hissed. “Well aren’t you pleasant this morning” y/n laughed “ I heard you tumble in early this morning . How did it end up going last night ? ” Asked y/n handing Lucy a mug of tea. “Oh god, it was eventful for sure I’ll fill you in once I don’t feel as rough as fuck”. Y/n sniggered “Well a cocktail of drugs and alcohol will do that to you … but once I'm back I'm ready for the latest instalment of gossip!”

Y/n knew despite their appalling choices for nights out they were never short of drama usually instigated by someones idle gossiping. “Where you going ?” Lucy asked wearily. “Im off for a run first then, then I have that doctors appointment”. “Oh yeah you finally changed doctors , right well I’ll see you later now close the curtains before you leave. If you want me to function properly I need a few hours to myself in a dark room”. “Yea yeah “ y/n chuckled as she walked back over to the other side of the room drawing the curtains. “Oh and on your way back feel free to pick me up a Maccies , thanks babes.” Giggled Lucy as she cosied up into her fortress of pillows. Y/n tossed her a playful glare as she headed out the door.

Y/n was finding it difficult to get into her rhythm with running. The lush green pastures and woods to run in were plentiful, but she was yet to procure that perfect route. Y/n had overheard some locals saying there was a decent running spot nearby her house that veered off into the woods , so she was determined to give it a go today. Once she got into the woods it seemed to stretch for miles . Not wanting to run the risk of getting lost, she opted to keep tabs on the maps on her phone. As her attention was now on wrestling her phone from its holster and not on the path ahead it was no surprise when she collided head first into something. The force in which she hit the object caused her to ricochet off it. Fortunately for her there was a hand that found her wrist and firmly jolted her back to her feet. “God , you really are just permanently glued to that damn phone!” came a deep voice.

Y/n looked up and gawped at the rude man who stood before her . The collision had knocked her for six and she had yet to come to her senses but she was adamant she’d seen him before. Thats when it dawned on her , the large frame , broad shoulders and pale eyes . But what had made it all come together was the tufts of ice blonde hair sticking out from underneath his baseball cap. Y/n immediately straightened up and placed her hands onto her hips. “Ahhh you’re that twat who was staring at me last night”. The blonde stranger cocked his head and once again his eyes bore into her with their judgmental gaze. “Twat .. excuse me .. I should just let you eat the dirt you ungrateful shit”. Y/ns eyebrows shot up , she should’ve know he would’ve been the type to retaliate. “Well maybe you should’ve .. Id rather that than have you pass judgment about me or my phone habits”. The blonde stepped closer to y/n with his arms folded against his chest. Y/n could get a better look at him now, make out all his distinguishable features . Much to her infuriation he was rather handsome and the long sleeve shirt he had on was on the tight side allowing the outline of his muscles to protrude.

“Is this the part where you flip your hair and brush past me again , you don’t have to do all that next time if you’re wanting my attention darling”. “Attention” roared y/n mimicking his stance. “Don’t flatter yourself darling , God you're juvenile .. can’t communicate your feelings instead you bully the girls you’re interested in pathetic”. The blondes whole demeanour shifted . He unfurled his hands from his chest and began striding towards y/n causing her to back into a tree. “You may of not wanted my attention but you sure as hell have it now … go on tell me more about how pathetic I am .. I dare you”. He snarled into the crook of her neck. Y/ns pulse was erratic as his lip grazed her ear as he turned to look at her face. “Fuck you” y/n croaked. His eyes fell to her lips as he sported a sultry smirk. “Your place or mine darling” . “Ugh , no thank you I’d rather spare myself the disappointment” scoffed y/n “Ouch” he placed his hand on his chest feigning upset . “Ill try not to take it to heart .. but if I remember rightly you assumed I was the one interested in you. “Im interested in you leaving me alone” she snapped .

With eyes still fixated on her lips he replied “Fine have it your way you little brat, maybe if you’d been fucked properly you wouldn’t be so uptight”. “Pssh ,You couldn’t make me cum even if your life depended on it”. “You sure about that sweetheart” he retorted sharply . “Try me!” .There was a devious gleam in his eye and with a swift movement he swivelled y/n so she faced the tree . His arm placed above her resting on it whilst his other arm wrapped around her middle. “If you want to act like a brat thats fine .. but be prepared for me to fuck you like one…” “go on tell me you want me right now and I'm all yours if not I'm leaving ”. The tension was palpable , The cool gravelly tone of his voice made y/ns blood run with ferocity. Y/n could feel herself begin to buckle under his body weight . Moments ago she despised this arrogant blonde but there was something exhilarating about being taut against a tree deep in the woods by a handsome stranger. “Im waiting” . Acknowledging his responsiveness to antagonistic behaviour y/n replied mischievously with “Talk is cheap, lets see what you can really do” .

That appeared to be enough ammunition for him. He let out a hearty chuckled as he slammed her further up against the tree. Kicking apart her legs to his hand around her middle now crept into the waistband of her leggings and began to delve deeper “Are you not wearing any underwear … naughty girl” he groaned upon his discovery. Y/n let out a light chuckle as she began to moan against his teasing touches. “Tell me have ever been fucked against a tree hmm” just as she was about to reply he had penetrated her with his fingers. Y/ns head flayed backwards with a loud gasp at the sudden intrusion. She hadn’t had a chance to look at his hands but by the sensation of his fingers its clear they were fairly large.

“Oh so you’re vocal both in and out of the bedroom… well woods” he sniggered beginning to increase the pace of his fingers. It wasn’t long before he could feel y/n begin to quiver around his fingers. Her moans grew louder and her body shuddered whilst she gripped onto the trees trunk for support as she violently orgasmed over his pulsating fingers. “Good girl” he beamed, pulling his fingers from inside her he turned her to face him. Grabbing he by the forearms he hauled her in for an intensely passionate kiss. Despite his fearsome demeanour his slow and searching kisses told another story. Entranced by his kiss it was short lived as he peeled her away from him and slipped back into his authority figure role.

‘Get on your knees beautiful’. Happy to oblige she sank to her knees feeling the cool damp soil against them. His phallus was visibly strained against the fabric of his running shorts and eager to spring free. Disrobing his lower half she was greeted by his vein riddled cock , his length was spectacular and his tip throbbed and ached glistening with pre cum desperate for release. Taking him slowly into her mouth she began gracefully at the tip.

His breathing soon became staggered and with each breathe he took he couldn’t help but shuddered as her skilful tongue rotated around his shaft. He perched his hand on the tree in front for support whilst his other hand rested at the base of her head following the motion of her bobbing. Just as he closed his eyes, slowly falling into a hypnotic trance, he felt a buzzing from his pocket. Despite his several attempts to disregard it , the ringing only became more and more incessant.

Rather irate he apologised as he withdrew it from his pocket . He answered with a gruff ‘hello!” “Fuck sake .. are you joking… no no yes its fine I can be with you in within the hour … yes fine ill see you then”. He let out a laboured sigh as he began to tuck himself back into his shorts. “Im assuming that’s a girlfriend of some description” questioned y/n slowly rising back to her feet. He tossed her one of his signature glares she had become all too familiar with. “Err no, thank you very much .. its actually work related .. I only answered because I knew I was on call today .. Im usually quite lucky with avoiding it.. but sods law I guess”. Y/n raised her eyebrows. She couldn’t necessarily fault this mans story , she didn’t even know his name but she did feel rather irked about her time being cut short. “Look I’ve really gotta go angel , but that was amazing , we still have unfinished business so don’t you worry iIll be seeing you around” “oh and watch your step , ey” he winked planting a quick kiss on her forehead before taking back off down the trail.

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slickricklj · 7 years ago

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Piers was ordered/forced to bring Chris back?

So I keep seeing folks trying to displace some/any of the blame on Chris being dragged back into the field in RE6 the way he was, off of Piers, as if he was merely following orders, but the files in RE6 suggest that is not the case.

Nowhere does it say the higher ups demanded his return. In fact, in both the original text and the English localization, Piers is only told Chris could be of help depending on his “situation,” and to bring him to China if reasonably possible.

Chris Redfield File excerpt

Bio6

A B.O.W. similar to the "J'avo" has been confirmed in the bioterrorism in China. The strength of the North American Alpha unit is indispensable with its combat experience against the J'avo.

I heard the report on your discovery of Chris Redfield. Depending on his situation, he'll no doubt become a major force in the recovery team. Please head to China with Chris Redfield as soon as possible."

“Depending on his situation...”

“Please....”

RE6:

We've got reports of J'avo-like B.O.W.s which your team has had experience with before.

We also heard that you've run into Chris Redfield, so if you can, take him with you to Lanshiang. He could be a big help.

“...if you can...”

So while they were banking on the NA Alpha team’s experience with J’avo, they didn’t require Chris simply come along. There’s also nothing about the methods Piers employed to bring Chris back the way he did.

Piers Nivans file

Bio6

As it is, I think if we allow him to gain experience, he could be made into the formal Captain of Alpha in the future, but Piers seems to think it's just a recovery team for Chris. Though we allowed him to search for Chris with agents, he finds time on his own to fly around Eastern Europe looking for Chris. For Piers, there can't be a BSAA without him. He'll find Chris as soon as possible"

RE6:

It's been about a month since Piers took over command of Alpha team and he's doing an excellent job. He's not as strong a leader as Chris was, but he's definitely up to standards. I wouldn't mind making him Alpha team's permanent captain, but I think he would rather see Chris return for the job. He really looks up to him. Probably feels like the BSAA isn't the same without him.

Let's hope our agents in eastern Europe find something on him.

^Piers was allowed to look for Chris with others, but also CHOSE to look on his own. We also know each branch offered to assist him in finding Chris (Sheva contacted HIM to offer her branch’s assistance for example). He wasn’t seen as being as good as Chris, but a senior officer felt that he had potential to take over the Captain role for good. They observe Piers likely doesn’t want to lead, and assume he is more concerned about Chris taking his position back. This would prove to be true in the main game, when Chris tells Piers he is going to retire after helping Jake and Sherry, and wants him to take his place as Captain. Same could be said for the moments after Chris decided to bring up Wesker to Jake, and didn’t care if Jake killed him, so long as Jake promised to live.

There honestly will never be a valid excuse, as to how Piers approached him in the bar—given Piers was made aware of exactly what Chris had been up to, how he behaved, and the fact he didn't remember anything. The way he approached Chris did NOT show a person who gave a crap about Chris as a individual—beyond the fact he wasn’t acting like himself. He was totally aware of the fact that Chris had endured many tragic events, and harsh battles, since age 25. Instead it shows someone with an unhealthy view of Chris, and his duty. Placing Chris on a pedestal, and having high expectations of him, and expecting him to live up to them.

Piers mentions bio-terrorism, and Chris has an image of Finn flash, that caused a painful trigger for him

Piers’ reaction?

“You can’t hide from your past Chris. No matter where you go, or what you do.”

Chris feels uncomfortable, and asks who he is, and what is this all about. Piers’ reaction?

Like, “Oh, you don’t remember ME? Oh I got something for you.”

Chris started to look down and around, and Piers was getting pissed he wouldn't look.

Piers tells Chris who the men were, and how they died under his command. How he owes it to them to remember.

Piers gets all pissed because, he devoted all that time to find Chris, and he found his legendary hero like this. Nevermind how Chris has BEEN feeling, or what he must've been going through ALONE all this time. Like did it ever cross Piers’ mind to WONDER or even ASK himself why Chris fled that hospital? And what kills me is this trash ass story tried to VALIDATE Piers, by having Chris say later on (even AFTER LEON got through to him with REASON *props to Claire for making that a possibility*) he WAS running from his past...that he couldn't actually remember. He didn't even know who HE was.

I’ve seen so many individuals dismiss the mental health of Chris, to continue and try to validate this shitty treatment of someone who’s been traumatized MOST of his damn life, especially over death (you know that came to a head in RE5 when Jill sacrificed herself?). Some people glossing over it so much, they have said they don’t like Chris, and/or he SHOULD have been the one to die instead of Piers, especially when they get in their feels about Piers’ death. Hell I’ve seen some even say Chris was actual trash, judging him SOLELY on when he was piss drunk, and without knowledge of who he was, but still shipped him with Piers, just cause. Though it’s nothing new or unique there.

All this talk about how the world’s about to end, so who cares about Chris’ mental health when the stakes are high. Like wtf even? The stakes are always high! So it’s better to enlist someone who’s unstable, and traumatized by what happened to and around them, and then TRUST them to lead others? We see how well that turned out didn't we? Things hadn't even fully escalated globally yet, and what really killed me, was you still saw Piers being more happy to simply have Chris back on the field. He was even talking about how he just assumed Chris would be rusty, and when Chris did magically get ALL of his memory back (from one triggering image on the field), suddenly you see Piers excited because Chris is remembering what happened. Like, “OMG Chris is back!!” His IDOL is back!

That excitement didn't last long, as Chris cut him off, only to ask about ‘Ada’s’ whereabouts, and suddenly Chris decides he’s taking charge, and it’s very obvious Chris isn't giving two shits about what’s going on. Piers even seems to sense something is off about him, but just goes along with that Sir/Captain stuff, because “He’s back!” and Chris is this big/intimidating guy. Piers and the others would see Chris acting irrationally, and because Chris is “fearsome” to even Piers, continued to let Chris pull rank and have the others fall in line with him, even when he brought up things of concern (like how Neo-Umbrella was pursuing Jake and Sherry...Jake whom both knew was a person of interest to the US Gov’t, and Sherry, who Chris knew “all about” from Claire...his sister). Shame you don’t see Piers having considered beforehand that if Chris got his memory back, he’d probably feel some type of way about what Carla did and said to him. That it would be something personal, since you know it’s HIS responsibility that they make it out alive.

My issue isn’t that Piers felt like Chris belonged in the BSAA, was a hero, and was ‘needed,’ but his unhealthy hero worship, how despite being in Chris’s position as a captain for several months, knowing CHRIS felt his responsibility was to see EVERYONE make it out alive, how he witnessed Chris being physically stunned, and in denial about his team being a lost cause, knowing bits and pieces of Chris’s story, etc, etc...it felt like he was more concerned about his idol being back, than the well-being of Chris. If Chris was that necessary to see something get done (nevermind other capable agents out there, some whom Capcom’s own text has claimed were just as good as Chris and Jill), then it doesn’t make the BSAA sound good at all.

All of the constant guilt-tripping clearly wasn't effective, only pissed Chris off more, and didn't resolve anything. Why fan the flames, when you know Chris is a hothead? When you can see he’s operating out of blind vengeance and not caring about their goals? It is literally no wonder that Leon is the one who got Chris to begin to see the bigger picture. Leon brought up facts and reasoned with him, and shut Chris down on all of his issues and intentions with Carla. He got Chris to understand. Chris trusted Leon, but yet the files claimed in the short few years Piers knew Chris, they had a bond built on trust too. Hmm....

Piers knew why Chris became a captain, and eventually Chris opened up a smidge toward the end of the game, telling him it’d been 3 years since he killed Wesker (it was 4 actually :P), and he couldn't let this war follow him forever. Chris actually said (in a file) he at one point felt his duty was finished when he killed Wesker, so he was making a huge sacrifice by becoming a captain, and continuing to brave the front-lines with others (with less experience), despite knowing the risks of having others with him. The risk of others dying around him is literally part of why he began to doubt his efforts were worth anything in RE5, because losing Jill shook him to the core, after seeing so many others die, and even make sacrifices for him. He had survivor’s guilt on top of other mental issues!! Jill even wrote about his struggles in her diary in RE3.

Piers went back into that doubt about not feeling ready to take on the responsibilities Chris has for years. Talking about how he doesn't think he’s ready for all of that...yet STILL he somehow expected Chris to be? Still he would treat Chris like that, when he was broken and lost? Like forget about him being “legendary,” look at him as a human with feelings, who is and HAS been suffering! Ugh...

It’s hard for me to feel any sympathy for his predictable (imo) death, when he showed no real regard to Chris, and how heavy everything weighed on him. How NOT READY he was to be back on the field and leading people. Like forget about his training “kicking right in,” look at how screwed up and shaken he is. It was a huge gamble, putting him back out there like that. Even Chris’ vengeful rage was fueled by his guilt over his men dying—the very thing Piers had shoved in his face. He would even see Carla taunt Chris over his failure to keep his teams alive, just as she taunted him before she made the Edonia team mutate. She wanted him to remember her for it too.

It honestly would’ve made me feel something for Piers, had he started to express his regret for even bringing Chris back on the field so soon, or expecting him to just be capable of just “dealing” with everything, or assuming he’d come around and fully take over his position. If he tried to lower his expectations, and calmly faced him about what he was saying and doing. If he had taken SOME of the blame for anything, even. Before Chris even remembered everything, Chris told him he was still trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing. I hate how the game never once finds any fault in Piers failing to keep an eye on Carla, which is partly why she was able to slip away unnoticed.

Chris may have told Finn to protect her, but he then entrusted Piers to keep an eye on her. Even if Piers felt it was his duty to carry on for those men, he should’ve given consideration to how he witnessed Chris breaking down seeing Finn and the others dying, and even his denial over their mutations, which is WHY he got injured. Chris just stood there, even when about to be attacked. He couldn't bring himself to fire at what was once Finn.

Like it’s just so f’ed up how they handled things.

Chris vents about losing another comrade because of Carla, and Piers tried to reason with him, but the moment Chris tried to shut him up, he tried to use the guilt shit.

“I feel sorry for all the men who died believing in you.”

Chris was shoving him and telling him to shut up and everything, which wasn’t right, but seriously, Piers would think such comments were gonna be of any good use?

“What happened to the Legendary Chris Redfield huh? What happened to you?”

Not even giving Chris a chance to respond to that, Piers followed those questions with:

“It’s a good thing Finn’s not around to see you this way.”

Try a different approach much?

In the bar scene, I couldn't even blame Chris for feeling threatened (despite being drunk as hell). Piers acted nothing like someone who was a friend/ally of his. He did later say things to Chris that were true, about his actions being wreckless, and possibly costing people their lives, but again, Chris is not the one who said he was ready to be back on the field and be put in charge. He was coerced into doing so. Yes, even despite the black screen where Chris says he can’t keep running away, and has to face the truth/accept his responsibility in order to remember, and to get his life back. Piers literally tried to guilt Chris into going back into the BSAA, and right back to work, then letting him know he has no choice either way really.

I’ve seen people talk about Piers’ approach being typical of military standards, meanwhile, in CANON, Piers admired that Chris was NOT like what he was used to in the military.

Piers’ Career file - Bio6:

Furthermore, Chris called his own subordinates "family" and believed the younger generation would carry the BSAA's future, and respected the wills and lives of his subordinates more than anything when he was in command. Piers was deeply impressed with his attitude, which he'd never seen in the military unit he once belonged to, and he was sure that Chris was someone he should aim to be, and beyond that, he'd found a purpose to fight for.

It even says Piers wanted to be like Chris, and yet....So yeah, not here for the tired excuses.

Jill went through hell for Chris in RE5, even after she got control of her body. Even with an immediate threat from Wesker looming, she set herself aside, and told Chris why he needed to focus on taking out Wesker. Chris wasn’t understanding at first, because he literally only cared about having Jill back—in that moment. All that time Chris didn’t even think Wesker was alive. She shook sense into him, and even made him realize he had someone capable of helping him see things through (even Chris expressed it earlier). Jill even shut him down when asking about her condition again, to get him to focus on what she had to say to weaken Wesker—without being an ass (Jill honestly would’ve been a fine leader IMO). She always seemed to have to tell him she would be alright or was fine, and really needed him to see past her, or themselves. She needed him to believe that he could see things through, with or without her (as she continued to have faith in him, and there was no one else who could stop Wesker in time). The crazy thing (IMO), is that despite Jill being alive, Chris would likely feel guilt over whatever she had, or would experience, because of her sacrifice for him.

He got that far without Jill there to make him feel confident in overcoming the odds all the time (even if her survival was part of his motivation), and with someone not trained by Chris (Sheva and Josh don’t get enough credit tbh). Heck, even when Sheva questioned Chris on his personal mission to find Jill, and he got upset, she spoke up, and reasoned with him. She asked him about what happened to gain perspective and understanding. I respect Sheva for that, and like that she gave Chris that balance he needed, that Jill also provided, as the more level-headed/rational partner, who’s more calm and collected. I like that Sheva even realized one person can only do so much, even for someone seen as a superhero, such as himself.

While Chris may not have been such a mess in RE5 as RE6, my point here is that Chris was capable of listening to sound reason, especially if he didn’t feel attacked (which made him feel worse about himself and his failures). His interaction with Leon proved this. Can’t imagine how bad things would’ve been had Claire not’ve made them get to know each other years prior, and Carla had’ve been killed earlier. Granted Chris and Leon had guns pointed at each other, and had an altercation, Leon resolved the matter using his words, and being firm. He even made sure Chris understood he wasn't his enemy, and that they were fighting for the same things. He let him know he trusted him to do the right thing. Chris also couldn’t pull rank on him (to try and shut him up), but you saw the actual respect Chris had for Leon ran deep.

IIRC, Merah asked Piers to look out for Chris before she died, because he was needed for the future, and told Chris to rid the world of bio-terrorism, but even if one considers that loss, and its possible impact on Piers in RE6, it still doesn’t excuse his behavior. Merah sacrificed herself for Piers, and you would think such a loss of someone he grew close to, he would maybe have thought of another way to approach Chris, when he didn’t listen, as he would know it’s hard to see someone close to you die, and you living beyond them.

Why not remind Chris that Sherry was someone very important to his sister? That even if he didn’t give a damn about the situation, he SHOULD give a damn about what his sister would think, if she found out he left Sherry to fend for herself (mind you Sherry was ALSO missing 6 months, and Sherry’s LAST letter to Claire was right before she went to Edonia), and didn’t care what happened to her (after the assist the BSAA gave of course). How that would make him feel about himself in the long run if she had been killed (thankfully Leon sent him to go help her and Jake). Piers could’ve framed it in a way to not scold him, but to get him to understand there was more at stake than just his vendetta or his guilt. Anything beyond only bringing up the men he failed to keep alive. No need to let his own frustrations get the best of him either (as hard as it may have been for him to deal with Chris).

Piers having no other option but to inject himself to help Chris with Haos, takes the time to tell Chris he did it for the BSAA, for the future. In this case the future is about the BSAA—as Chris, personally, felt training the younger generations of soldiers to carry the future of the BSAA, to be prepared to face threats like Wesker, was his responsibility. Piers started to say his sacrifice was worth it, so long as Chris carried on, and did not retire after the mission—seeing is how he was a good as dead anyway. This being more of that guilt-tripping. Chris cut him off, to tell him he wasn’t gonna lose him too. At the end, Piers had no other option, but to release Chris in an escape pod alone. He gave Chris his bloodied BSAA patch, as a reminder of his sacrifice, to guilt him into staying in the BSAA. Even after Chris had basically told him this long war he’s had has been killing him emotionally, and it was becoming too much for him. Piers believed in Chris, sure, but damn, the lack of fucks given for Chris’ mental health...I can’t.

Piers had his sacrificial moment, and even then he sees Chris doesn't want to accept another loss. He’s seeing Chris is mentally suffering from it...and yet he just stood there in his resolve. Not once did Piers try tell Chris to take time to grieve, or try to come to terms with everything (you know given another team died under his command—now along with his personally chosen successor), by talking to someone about his problems, or finding healthy alternatives to make peace with himself, and the hardships he would have to face in his role, rather than resorting to running away, or trying to numb his pain somehow. He didn’t tell him he can’t always expect to return with everyone, and it’s not always his fault if they die. That there is worth in him, and what he wanted to accomplish as a captain. Instead it came off like it was all about his hero going back to his BSAA “family,” and leading the younger folks—honoring those who’ve died under his command, because if he didn’t, then everything was for nothing.

Ugh...so much more I could say, but yeah, given how pathetic the writing/story was in RE6, I just never could find myself caring for some things, but I really couldn’t bring myself to care for Piers. He wasn’t completely bad, but it’s just hard to look past his faults, no thanks to how horribly written his character and the story were. The forced parallels they tried to give him with Chris didn't help either. No amount of prequel stories (canon or not) will change how he was in RE6. Such a waste anyway. Chris isn’t even leading the BSAA’s younger generation now, so what was the point?

#people can have valid reasons to not like characters it's not always just blind hate if people actually paid attention to detail or #stopped assuming people are just haters and what they think is 100% correct and right #RE6 failed in many ways but its writing is so bad that even when they tried to cover their tracks or make things connect they STILL failed #like Claire was failed in so many ways despite being mentioned....smdh some know what I'm talking about too #warning to my mutuals and followers who read my rants...yes this is another long one :P

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psh - love affair

park sunghoon [f. 8516 words] love affair

so when i’m gonna know what to feel inside, baby?

maybe it’s just all in my head, so

don’t overthink, this is love

maybe it’s just a crush

baby, is this your love affair, your love affair?

synopsis: what happens when two childhood best friends make a deal to help each other’s reputations? an unforeseen circumstance prompts sunghoon to approach you, intriguing not just you but practically every other student at your college. you believe your reunion with him can only end in one of two ways: you resort back to being friends and go on with your lives, or you use each other and once you’re both done, you fall out and never talk again. how will you two navigate your companionship? is it just the nostalgia coming up? a revival of feelings? a new crush? could it possibly be actual love?

genre + tropes : fluff. comedy. the slightest angst. childhoodbestfriends!au. enemiestolovers!au. college!au. fakedating!au.

warnings: fem reader. a little swearing. slightly suggestive themes, sorta. a few cliches. mentions of underage drinking. the american collegiate school calendar. does them geeking out over fantasy/sci-fi sagas need a warning? unknown mutual pining. they’re so helplessly clueless of their feelings. also appearances of the rest of enha plus txt.

i. prologue

if someone told you that you would reconnect with your childhood best friend—let alone date him, you would’ve laughed in their face and told them to fuck off. park sunghoon is bad news. well, at least to you he is. one of the infamous campus playboys, you can spot him around the quad flirting with a different girl practically every day.

but to you, he couldn’t have been anymore unlike the sunghoon you grew up with. you grew up with the sunghoon who couldn’t stand being around others, mind always focused on his own interests. you knew him as the little shy boy who would hide behind his mom whenever new people came around. the first person he opened up to was you. you can blame your mom for that. you can vaguely remember her words, something along the lines of mrs. park and i have been friends for longer than you have been alive. when we found out we were both expecting, we knew you two were destined to be besties.

she was right. everyone thought you were two peas in a pod. wherever one of you went, the other followed. always stuck together, like true partners in crime. your close bond stuck for years. if anyone needed you, you’d most likely be found in the seats of sunghoon’s ice skating practices and competitions, cheering him on and being obnoxiously loud. likewise, he always attended your showcases, spending hours complimenting your artwork.

but then the villain of everyone’s lifetime eventually appeared. puberty.

alas, your friendship did what anyone could predict of a couple of preteens entering high school. the usual “no matter what we’re gonna stick together!” leading to “sorry for blowing you off, got really busy,” to the imminent “what happened to us? we used to be so close,” and eventually the end of it all. senior year, the two of you attempted to leave on a good note. by that, you mean your parents made both of you apply to the same colleges to have a chance at sticking together. well, it worked, you got into the same university. funny how the universe does things.

back to present day, you’re now in your second year at hybe university. let’s just say, sunghoon isn’t the only one who went through a personality change. sunghoon traded his late night practices on the ice to one-night stands at frat parties. you, on the other hand, traded your once outgoing and fun-loving persona for a more… cold grunge meets artsy introvert. overall, let’s just say you both have reputations for not being the most approachable people. well at least you still have one thing in common.

ii. the cafe

the busy campus cafe was roaring with study groups filling every table. the aroma of fresh coffee and tea being brewed filling the air, creating a warm atmosphere—contrast to the cold winter weather just outside the walls. the college students scattered around, just like their minds scattered as they prepare for finals. not immune to the dreaded time of year, a group of four boys enter, immediately grabbing the attention of those already nestled inside.

a quick roll call of the four known by the student body as en-4, a combination of the dance crew name enhypen and the notorious f4. lee heeseung—the campus heartthrob, captain of the dance crew, center of the basketball team, and an unknown hopeless romantic. park jongseong, although everyone calls him jay—the resident bad boy and party animal, but those close to him know that he’s actually the responsible one. sim jaeyun, otherwise referred to as jake—the friendly and flirty frat boy who you can catch playing soccer in the quad almost every day. finally, park sunghoon—the handsome heartbreaker. he doesn’t need more of an introduction.

the four of them make their way to the counter, placing their orders. of course jake doesn’t miss his chance to sound extra sweet and send a quick wink to the barista, getting elbowed by heeseung in the process. after getting their drinks, they look around to see almost no where to sit. not a single table to fit all of them was available.

in one of the tucked away areas, sunghoon spots an empty seat at a smaller table. the only catch was there was someone sitting across from it, hunched forward over her laptop. he can’t see much of her figure but he immediately recognizes her features. it’s you. well, a more mature and grown up you, but he couldn’t forget that face for the life of him.

sunghoon’s feet drag himself across the crowded room, catching the attention from the neighboring groups he passed but sneaking away quiet enough to not alarm his own friends. the three are too caught up arguing about what to do. sunghoon can hear the faint voice of jay suggesting going somewhere else while the other two shoot him down as he walks further away. he makes his way all the way up to your side. you look up, scanning him, confused but unamused. “this seat taken?” the first words he said in a year and half to you. still not not giving him any emotion, you hesitantly shake your head once, immediately bringing your focus back to your essay.

ignoring him only works for so long, his gaze not leaving the top of your head. you can feel his stare piercing into you, finally meeting his eyes. “what’s your deal?” the irritation and bluntness in your tone is all too evident.

he shrugs and answers nonchalantly, “nothing, just go along with it.” his answer is hushed, almost as if he’s a bit embarrassed.

“what are you trying to pull here, park?”

“can i not just sit here and peacefully drink my latte? am i that disturbing to you?”

“considering that the second you started walking in this direction, everyone had their eyes on us, then yes, you are that disturbing.”

“they’re not looking at us.” he pauses before continuing with his rant, “they’re looking at you.”

“and why the hell do you think that is?”

“they’re all trying to figure out what could possibly be so interesting about you that i would choose this seat.” he says it like it’s the most obvious answer.

you scoff and turn to see the lingering stares of the others in the cafe. “well, if it isn’t the god park sunghoon being as humble as ever, gracing me with his presence and having mercy on a peasant like me.” the sarcasm dripping off your tongue like venom.

he smiles warmly at your animosity and chuckles. “i’ve always loved your sense of humor.”

“funny cause i’ve always despised yours. i’m gonna ask one more time. what do you want, park?”

he only shrugs. hesitating before responding again, “i like it here. i like talking to you. it’s familiar… comfortable.” he sees your expression change subtly. it’s only for a second before you regain the prior look. he tries to read you. he caught you off guard and his pride brings a smirk to his face.

by now, he finally tunes back into the situation around him and can feel his phone going off in his jean pocket. he pulls out the phone to see dozens of notifications, quickly stealing a glance back up at you to see that you’re already back to typing away on the previously forgotten assignment. he laughs as he sees the boys blowing up their group chat asking what he was doing. he looks up, finding the three sitting at a cramped booth with shock and confusion written all over them.

“enjoying the attention?” your turn to break the silence. when he turns back to you, you continue, “you’re no stranger to it but you’ve always loved it.” he gives you a slow nod, turning the question back to you. you answer him, “you know that it’s not my forte.”

“and why is that? scared people will get to know the real you?”

“oh please, like you aren’t afraid of me exposing all the dirt i have on you. imagine the buzz i could create with all of your old baby pics.”

he jolts up from his relaxed position, eyebrows raised, and completely on edge, “you wouldn’t dare.”

you lean forward in your seat, elbow resting on the table, cheek resting in your palm, and chuckle, “try me.” the words leaving your mouth quickly and a smile immediately replacing it.

“you’re finally smiling at me. good to know you still have emotions.” he gets you to laugh again. you spend the next 20 minutes catching up. looks like you two kept more in common than you thought. things run smoothly between the two of you, some of your old memories and inside jokes being brought up. “why didn’t this happen sooner?”

“what, us talking? i mean, you and i stopped running in the same crowd and school got the best of us. i will admit, though, freshman year sucked without you.”

he sighs when he hears your admission. “how about this? a proposition. i’m sure you’re aware that i don’t have the best reputation.”

you cut him off, “you can say that again.”

“haha, very funny,” he throws in another sarcastic comment. “you know you’re not exactly the most approachable either. hate to be the one to break it to you but you’re pretty intimidating.” he notices the expression on your face turned into one of annoyance at his last statement, “don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

you dismiss the slight jab, telling him to continue. what you don’t expect is the next four words to come out of his mouth. “go out with me.” he sees your face drop, “oh come on, stop looking at me like that.”

“so i see, a little bit of time without me and you go insane.”

“look, i don’t mean actually date me, i mean… pretend to.”

again, you stare at him like he grew another head. “you want me to fake-date you? what are we, in a k-drama now? sorry hoon, you’re attractive but i would’ve preferred hwang in-youp or song kang.”

now he’s a bit annoyed, answering cockily, “i am so much better looking than them.”

“you wish.”

his jaw drops for a few seconds and then he chuckles. “i’m serious, think about it. we go out and spend time with each other like old times. i don’t look like i’m so incapable of being in a committed relationship and you don’t look like such a loner. no offense.”

“offense taken… but i see your point.”

“see, look at you using that smart brain of yours. this would be no strings attached. just two friends helping each other out while simultaneously deceiving everyone else. i know how much you love tricking others.”

you sit quietly, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “deal.”

iii. bro code

a few days later, sunghoon sits in his shared apartment with the boys, slumped on the couch as they eat dinner. “why are you guys so against it? i thought you wanted to see me in a relationship and now that i’m in one, you guys don’t approve. make it make sense. i should be free to date whoever i want.”

“yeah dude,” pausing to take a bite of his burger, “we get that.” jay answers, seeing how defensive his friend is getting.

jake interejects, “we respect your choices, but like… her? of all the girls that are falling at your feet, you chose her? the one that has no interest in you at all? i know you’re powerful but i don’t get how you managed to pull that off.”

“i feel like you could’ve consulted us about it first. bro code, man.” heeseung says as he shrugs his shoulders and sips on his soda.

“that’s kinda why i like her, because she isn’t all over me like the others. she’s cute and fun to hang out with. just give her a chance. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? we go out and it doesn’t work. no harm in trying….”

that seems to do the trick as the boys lay off from the topic, going back to their own dinners and watching the latest episode of the penthouse.

later that night, sunghoon leaves their dorm to meet up with you. you agreed earlier that if you needed to meet up and talk that you’d go to the art department. perks of being an art major allows you a studio to spend your time in, secluded from the outside world. in this case, you and sunghoon don’t have to worry about nosy roommates.

when he arrives, he makes sure to take the back entrance like you mentioned. he makes his way through the deserted halls, glancing at each room he passes, and taking note of the various pieces framed along the corridor walls. he gets to the end of the building, finding a studio decorated with your name on the door. he silently enters. you don’t notice him at first with your back against the entrance and the music playing too loud through your airpods, focused on molding the clay on the pottery wheel. he grabs an empty stool, propping it beside you and taking a seat. he takes off one of your airpods, putting it in his own ear.

you finally turn your head towards him, “how long ago did you get here?”

“just now. how long were you waiting?”

you sit up, facing his direction. “i had a couple of classes today and came here to finish some stuff, been here for… what time is it?”

“um… almost 11.”

“then like four hours.”

“you’ve been working on that for four hours? what even is it, and when did you start doing pottery?” he points at the unfinished ceramic.

“not just that. i had some paintings that i needed to finish for my portfolio and those are in a separate room to dry. this,” you refer to the clay, “is just something i’m working on for fun. i got into it cause one of my profs suggested i try another medium.”

he nods along while you explain. “you can keep working on it while we talk.”

you hum in confirmation and turn back to the wheel, rewetting your wands. “so how do we make this believable? seems like people already know. word spreads quick when it comes to you.”

“we just need to act like a couple. so hanging out, going on dates, posting each other here and there, and being affectionate.”

“wow you finally found an excuse to kiss me,” you laugh as you joke with him, him following suit. “sounds reasonable, not much different from how we were as kids, just now we have to call them dates.”

“shouldn’t cause too many problems. just don’t fall in love with me, babe.”

you smile at the new nickname, “likewise, hoon.” you continue throwing the clay, molding it to your desired shape. you hyperfocus on the sculpture, tuning out the boy sitting next to you as he watches—he catches on that you still have the habit of pouting whenever you work on your art. you hunch forward, letting some of your hair fall in front of your face. too caught up, you don’t notice that sunghoon left his seat to stand behind you. he takes your locks and ties it into a messy ponytail. you snap out of your tunnel vision to ask, “why do you just have a hair tie handy?”

“i always had to carry some around for you because you always lost them. i never grew out of it, i guess.” he grins warmly, “do you remember how many times you had complained when you would get paint in your hair and i would have to clean it up for you?”

“how could i forget?” the night ends with more laughs and reminiscing on your childhood. time really does fly faster than you think.

iv. rated pg

the bell rings as you and sunghoon enter the convenience store. you two are discussing the movie you two just watched as you walk through the aisles.

you split up agreeing to meet back at the register. you make your way to the drinks in the back while sunghoon goes to get snacks. you grab an iced jasmine tea for yourself and an iced vanilla latte for hoon. sunghoon yells over the stands as he browses, “hey, what should i caption for my insta post?”

you respond loudly, “i don’t know, something related to movies.”

sunghoon looks at the picture on his phone: a photo of you two snuggled up in the theater, most of your face hidden in his hoodie. he types in quickly “rated pg for park’s girl <3”, hits post, and goes back to browsing. he goes to grab bento boxes, honey butter chips, candy jellies, and practically everything his eyes landed on.

when you make it to the cashier, you see sunghoon with his arms full. “you good there, park?”

a muffled “yup” is heard behind all the food.

you look around, walking away when you find what you needed. going closer to him, “why didn’t you just grab a basket?” you start to take some things from his arms, lightening his load.

“i… uh… didn’t think of it.” he pauses in between, an embarrassed expression adorning his face. you giggle as you take everything to be rung up, missing how his ears turned red. you catch the worker’s name on his tag, jungwon. before you can take out your wallet to pay, sunghoon’s already entering his card into the machine. you whip your head around, ready to tell him off. “nope, do not look at me like that.” you roll your eyes at him as you grab the bag with what you just bought.

“oh come on… you can’t seriously be mad at me.” no response from you. “really? the silent treatment?” he scoffs jokingly when you cross your arms against your chest. he comes closer to bend down and wrap his arms around your waist. “it’s snacks. it’s not that big of a deal.”

you release yourself from his grasp and walk out of the store, still faking being mad. you mumble, “whatever,” under your beath but still loud enough for him to hear.

he bids jungwon a quick “have a nice night”, not missing him calling the two of you a cute couple. sunghoon meets up with you outside, already sitting on the curb of the parking lot.

v. pretty boy

the start of a new semester. en-4 are sitting out on the grass of the quad. surrounding them are various groups of students, typical for the buzzing campus on a crisp spring day.

“you need to cook the noodles first. end of discussion.” jake says sternly. he and heeseung are in a heated argument over the proper order of cooking ramen.

heeseung defends himself, “you are so wrong. you make the broth first to build the flavor.”

jay brings his attention up from his phone, “neither of you should be allowed anywhere near a kitchen.”

out of nowhere, a loud car horn is heard, drawing the attention of every student in the area. sunghoon looks up to find you leaning against the passenger door of your car and yelling, “hey, pretty boy! get in.” he chuckles at both the label and how bossy you sound, turning to his friends to grab his things. the three of them are stunned at him.

jake breaks first, “wait, what?”

heeseung lets go of his argument with the australian, “dude, are you seriously leaving?”

sunghoon only nods as he walks away, not letting them ask any more questions. he notices all the watching eyes and decides why not put on a show? he shouts out to you, “thought i was picking you up later, babe.” he makes sure to emphasize the nickname as his infamous smirk tells you exactly what his intentions are.

“lecture ended early, love. prof had some emergency. thought why not surprise you…” you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he reaches you and let him lay a quick peck on your cheek. “now come on, i’m taking you out on a date so either hop in or lose your chance. your choice but i don’t have that much patience so hurry up.”

“yes, ma’am,” he leans in closer and guides his hands lower from your waist. “but i’m driving,” he says as he sneakily takes your keys from your back pocket,

“you sly fox.” he laughs at the new nickname as he opens the door, letting you sit down before closing it. he makes his way around the hood, noting that all attention is still on you two. he meets eyes with his friends again, the three looking much like the faces he saw in the cafe almost six weeks ago. as he buckles in and starts the car, you rest your hand on top of his on the gear shift. he raises his eyebrows and gives you a charming smile. “by the way, why’s your friend looking at me like that?”

he looks back up to face the boys, “which one?”

“jay. since we started doing this, he keeps looking at me weird—like weirder than the others.”

he tilts his head to the side when he realizes that jay is indeed looking in your direction, but his eyes are focused solely on you. “jay is… how should i put this? you know what i’ll tell you later. for now, tell me where to?”

vi. jukebox

the hazy red glow of the neon lights and checkered tiled floors welcomed you as you led sunghoon into the local diner. this place was a staple in your childhood, your go-to hangout spot with the aforementioned boy when you were still in your youth.

“i will say, this is a nice surprise.”

you look up to sunghoon as he sits across from you in the vinyl booth seat, “i knew you would love it.” you laugh with each other as you get situated, seeing a young but tall—why is he so tall? he looks like he’s only a teenager—server coming towards your table.

“hey, i’m niki and i’ll be taking care of you guys today,” the giant says cheerfully. “anything i can start you guys with?”

sunghoon looks up at the boy to take your order swiftly, “two strawberry milkshakes, please.” you watch as niki nods and walks back to the counter.

“well, well, well, park… you remembered?” you question teasingly with a cocked eyebrow.

“you’ve always had a sweet tooth. no wonder you loved me so much,” his turn to turn up the typical park sunghoon charm.

you scrunch your face in annoyance, “you should become a comedian.”

“i will never get tired of your sarcasm. it really just… keeps me going.” his way of joking back. “stay here. i’ll be right back,” he says quickly as he looks behind you and gets out of his seat.

you wait patiently for him, assuming he’s just going to the restroom. unbeknownst to you, sunghoon is making his way to the jukebox on the other side of the restaurant. he flips through the song list, finally finding the one he wants. he quickly puts in the coins and sets it in the queue. as he turns to go back to you, he sees an engraving on the side. he runs his fingers along it as he inspects the writing. property of sunghoon and y/n. he thinks back to your last day of eighth grade when you two etched the label onto the wood. he joyfully walks back to your table, ready to let you know about the memory. he sits next to you now, resting his arm behind you and around your back,

“what took you so long, park?”

right as he’s about to explain, niki comes to your table, “two strawberry milkshakes. anything else i can get you two?”

you turn your head quickly to the boy sitting next to you, seeing his eyes are already focused on yours. “um… no, i, uh, think we’re good.” you stumble and stutter a bit. you watch him as he nods his head and walks away. regaining your composure, you ask sunghoon again, “so what did take you so long?”

once again, he gets interrupted. the sound of “purpose” by justin bieber playing over the speakers makes him stop. he gives you a second to register the song, “that’s why.”

you tilt your head down and look at him quizzically, “really? this is why?” you reach to your drink, sipping on the straw as you wait for his answer.

he mirrors your movement, nodding his head in confirmation. he too drinks from the tall glass, contrary to your use of a straw, he opts to drink straight from the rim. he pulls the milkshake away, leaving some on his upper lip.

you burst into quiet laughter, turning your gaze away to not spit out your own shake.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “what’s so funny?”

you turn back to him, “you got a little something there, park.” you wipe away the liquid from his face with your thumb, popping into your own mouth to clean it up.”there, all good now.”

sunghoon freezes in his spot, trying to comprehend what just happened. it’s quick but he feels something. trying to shake off the foreign feeling, he turns to face forward again. he feels you lean into him, head resting on his chest. a small grin appears on his face, humming along to the justin bieber tune still playing.

“i missed hearing you sing.”

sunghoon looks down at the crown of your head, “really? you used to always tease me about it, though.”

you shake your head with a light laugh, “i never meant it. whenever you sang, it always calmed me. i used to think… if you didn’t pursue skating, you could’ve been a singer.”

“and then what? i would bring you around on tour everywhere and sneak you in backstage?”

“that could’ve been fun.” you now laugh louder than before, him along with you.

there it is again. sunghoon’s not sure what it is, trying to suppress the odd emotion. he sits there, cuddling up to you in the booth, finishing the strawberry milkshakes, just hoping you can’t hear the way his heart starts to beat faster.

sitting at the bar, snacking on fries, and trying to not be seen by you two are heeseung, jay, and jake. they ask themselves would they really be considered sunghoon’s friends if they didn’t follow them and stake out their date.

vii. nerds

sunghoon picked you up from the art department today. he showed up about ten minutes too early, and he got permission from your instructor to monitor your class from the back. he waited outside the door while you cleaned up, earning a few prying looks from your peers as they exited. as you drove back to his place, you agreed to have a movie marathon.

opening the door to his dorm, you say “we are watching star wars. luke, leia, and han solo are a way better trio than three child magicians.”

sunghoon defends his choice, “first of all, they’re wizards. second, i’m offended. harry, ron, and hermione use magic with their wands. all star wars has is weird weapons and robots.”

“they’re literally in space and excuse you, but does something called—oh, i don’t know—the force ring any bells? they’re jedis, duh.” you rolls your eyes, making your annoyance clear.

sunghoon stops in the hall, “harry potter has spells and potions.”

“star wars has chewbacca.” you stand next to him with your arms crossed.

definitively and matter-of-factly, sunghoon says, “quidditch.”

“you can’t seriously believe quidditch is praiseworthy?” you look at him crazily.

“you two are such nerds.”

you both freeze, turning to see the rest of en-4 sitting in the living room. in the midst of your argument, you both failed to notice the others were home. you realize that jay was the one to stop you two. you also realize it’s the dreaded time for the best friends to finally meet the “girlfriend”. sunghoon seems to realize it as well, reaching to intertwine your hands to both sell the act to his roomates and to calm you down.

he leads you into the living room, meeting eyes with the boys. “so… guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“it’s so nice to finally meet you! i’m jake. sunghoon here has been holding out on us. i mean, come on, it’s been like two months and he still hasn’t introduced you to us.” the australian continues on with his energetic and positive ramble, asking you questions about your relationship.

heeseung butts in to tell jake to slow down. “i’m heeseung. jake’s right though, you two started dating before winter break and we’re barely meeting you now. sunghoon is always hanging out with you and telling us everything about it. honestly, all i can tell you is to run while you still can.” the others all laugh at his antics.

sunghoon scoffs, “hey, i’m not that bad.”

you excuse yourself to get a drink from the kitchen. you can hear jake spitting out more questions like rapid fire to sunghoon as you walk away. you reach into the fridge, fishing out a water bottle.

behind you, jay enters quietly. “you two are cute together.”

you flinch at his voice, “geez, dude. almost gave me a heart attack.”

he chuckles under his breath and leans against the counter, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. i met sunghoon at freshman orientation and we immediately became friends, but i’ve never seen him like this.”

“really hoping you mean that in a good way.”

“don’t worry, it is. you know… he only has a soft spot for you. the three of us are his best friends but he only ever smiles like that with you.” he sways his head back and forth as he rambles, taking a pause between his words. “stay with him. it’ll be good for everyone.”

you smile at his approval, “you wanna know something? he actually said you would be the hardest to win over. he said something about you being super protective over your friends… yet, at the same time you trust their judgement. he told me that when he and i got together, he wasn’t scared to tell you but more worried as to if you would like me.”

he smiles with you now, “that all he said about me?” he asks while raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

“he also mentioned that you’re a good cook.”

viii. proud

a professor of yours is holding their annual spring showcase for contemporary art. every year, a handful of students are chosen to join and display their art amongst other renowned artists. you happen to be one of the few, a top contender chosen for your abilities.

you’ve invited your friends, including en-4 to come by the studio and see your work—albeit a bit nervous for their reactions. you stand on watch by your section, greeting the patrons and waiting for the boys to arrive.

thankfully, they show up within the first hour of the gallery opening. they each show up looking professional and chic, sporting all-black fits—most likely at the hands of jay. sunghoon immediately finding you and leading the way for the rest. you welcome them in, explaining your collection, the concentration being “vulnerability.” the works are a mix of several mediums, majority being oil paint, each displaying a closeup of various people. the paintings show their bare faces, imperfections and blemishes with nothing to hide.

the night continues with more and more passing by, complimenting your collection. by the time the exhibition ends, you and sunghoon are the only ones left in the studio. he’s stayed in the same spot, eyeing one piece incredibly closely. throughout the entire showcase, he had kept going back to the one canvas. you join his side, linking your arm with his. “this one is my favorite,” you hear him say.

you look up to meet his eyes, “why this one?”

“because… it’s you.” you takes your arm out and moves to stand behind you, now wrapping himself around you and resting his chin in the crook of your neck. he holds your hands in his, “i am so proud of you. times like this, i am proud to call you my best friend.” he turns his head, kissing you once on your jaw, and then pulling slightly back to kiss you again on the cheek.

you turn around, hugging him closer with your arms around his shoulders, “thank you.” you hold each other for a few minutes. when you pull away, you lock eyes. you feel your heart beating against your chest and your breathing getting faster. you snap back to reality when you feel sunghoon’s lips on yours. you’re not sure why you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back or why he grabs onto your waist while backing you into the wall. he continues placing pecks on the corner of you lips, creating a trail down to your neck. when you let out a sigh and say his name, he stops. there he stands, a few feet in front of you, awkward and unsure of what to do next.

he breaks the silence, “it’s late. i should drive you back home.” he watches as you slowly nod your head. the drive back to your apartment was dead silent. you tried to occupy yourself by looking out the window.

when he drops you off, he bids you a quick goodnight. “um… text me when you get back home.” sunghoon just looks forward, muttering “ok” before leaving.

in the elevator, you look at your reflection on the metal doors. you make your way inside your place and take a seat on your bed. your mind is too busy reliving the moments with sunghoon before. you try to comprehend what you should do but find yourself too tired, instead falling asleep and missing his text.

ix. spring break

it’s currently the middle of april and the boys have made you an honorary member of en-4. you and sunghoon have been pretending to be a couple and successfully tricking everyone for the last four months.

everyone has the week off for spring break. jay, being the generous guy he is, rented out a cabin in the mountains for the now five members of your friend group. you all rode in one car on the way up, and you totally didn’t fall asleep in the middle seat while cuddling into sunghoon’s side.

you all decide to settle into your rooms once you arrive. “so there are four rooms, two downstairs and two upstairs.” jay pauses, looking towards you and sunghoon, “i assume that you’ll be fine sharing one.”

you immediately answer, “yeah, for sure.” you look to see sunghoon avoiding your gaze, sensing knowing looks from the others. sunghoon and you already guessed that they would make the two of you share a room and truthfully, neither of you minded. growing up together meant a lot of sleepovers and sharing beds so this was no problem.

he continues on, “great, you guys can take the master bedroom on the second floor cause it has the most space. i’ll take the room next to you, heeseung and jake can take the two down here.”

everyone agrees and sets off to their assigned rooms. you and sunghoon drop your bags onto the mattress, starting to unpack. the interior is spacious, the tall glass sliding doors allow lots of natural light to come in. the room itself is cozy, king size bed with matching bedside tables, and a big fluffy area rug. you’re too distracted to notice that sunghoon has gone outside to the balcony. he leans against the railing, taking in the scenic views and the breeze, basking in the setting rust-colored sun. when you finally realize that he’s not next to you anymore, you silently make you way onto the balcony, wrapping your arms around sunghoon from behind.

he tenses up at the sudden contact, relaxing when he realizes it’s you. there it is again, his heart is acting up like at the diner. he’s noticed it more often—the way that whenever he sees you, his heart beats differently. this weird feeling in his chest, this warmth that only shows up around you. he gets lost in his thoughts, envisioning what could become of your situation.

“what’s got you so lost?”

your voice snaps him back to reality. he turns around to face you, “uh… nothing, just thinking.”

just when you want to question him further and talk about what happened at the showcase, a knock is heard on the door. sunghoon walks away, going to open the door. both of you can feel the awkward tension when he leaves his spot.

“hey, we’re kinda hungry so we’re gonna order some food and watch a movie downstairs,” jake informs you two when the door opens. “feel free to come down and join whenever.”

“yeah, we’ll be down in a bit,” sunghoon tells him as heeseung nods before leaving you two alone again. you both finish getting settled before heading downstairs. you gather around the couch as ponyo plays on the tv and you reach for a tray of sushi.

the night continues, the moon sitting high amongst the stars. after the movie, dinner, and some drinking games, everyone retires to their respective rooms. you plop yourself onto the bed, tired after the day’s activities. you hear sunghoon getting something from his bag along with the rustling of some plastic. you crane your head up to see him approaching you. he sits on the edge of the bed, now with fluffy headbands and face masks in hand.

you scoot back a bit, “nope. no way you are getting me to do that.”

he laughs lightly at your antics, “oh come on… let me take care of you, at least just for tonight. please.” he gives you a pleading look with pursed lips, dragging out the “please” to show how desperate he is.

that was the deciding point that led to a spa night. you both changed into comfier clothes, you borrowed one of his hoodies and sweatpants. sunghoon got settled in closer to you and you reached for his wrist to grab one of the elastic bands. you adjusted your position to sit on your knees, reaching up to tie his hair back. he, on the other hand, took one of the headbands to bring your hair back and away from your face.

by the time midnight rolled around, you two were snuggled under the comforter with face masks, surrounded by junk food, and on the fourth episode of some random netflix show. as the night continues, a wave of sleep starts to overtake both of you. you help each other take off the masks and clean up, getting distracted every few minutes because one of you would start messing around. the boys had stopped by to say goodnight, catching you two in the middle of a mild pillow fight. after sending them off, you fall asleep in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of your shared embrace. heeseung had snuck in at one point and stole a few quick pictures to tease you two with.

the dawn breaking through the sheer curtains causes you to stir in bed. you turn to see the alarm clock on the nightstand say 6:02. untangling yourself from sunghoon’s grasp, you sneak outside. you climb up to sit on the rooftop, feeling the cool chill of the dewy morning. the time alone gives you a sense of serenity.

meanwhile, sunghoon moves under the covers, confused why he can’t feel you. his eyes open and he doesn’t find a trace of you in the room. worried, he gets up and quietly searches the house, making sure to not wake the others. he goes into the backyard, seeing a shadow on the ground with an unusual shape. he looks up to find you perched on the roof, facing the opposite direction. he eventually climbs up to sit next to you. he hesitates before getting closer and putting his arm around you. you sigh as you lean into him. there you both stay, watching the sun come over the horizon in a comfortable silence.

x. disaster averted

the following week, you all return to campus. needless to say, the break was well used—the days at the cabin mostly being spent at the lake or around the campfire. another day spent hanging out at en-4’s dorm after classes. sunghoon went out to pick up food for everyone. you are in his room, trying to cram for an upcoming test and failing miserably because the other three are all playing fifa way too loud.

while the boys are playing, the doorbell rings. jay gets up to check who it is, seeing a young girl and immediately recognizing her. he lets in yeji, sunghoon’s little sister. she casually joins the boys around the tv, catching up on whatever has been happening in their lives. sunghoon arrives back home within twenty minutes.

“i’m back with the food,” he shouts out loud enough for everyone to hear including you behind his closed bedroom door. he places the plastic bags on the table, looking up to see another face. “yeji? what are you doing here?”

she gets up to greet her brother, giving him a hug, “it’s my spring break and i wanted to stop by.” sunghoon then realizes that his family doesn’t know about him becoming friends with you again or about your current situation. he drags her into the kitchen hurriedly, “ok so here’s the thing… you remember y/n?”

“of course! she’s like my big sister.”

his breath gets caught in his throat for a second, “yeah, don’t call her that. anyways, her and i are friends again,” he sees yeji’s eyes widen with excitement and continues with his explanation before she can cut him off, “and she’s my girlfriend.”

“what?!”

sunghoon panics and covers her mouth with his palm, “fake girlfriend!” he rushes out the whisper. “the guys don’t know that our relationship isn’t real and i’d like to keep it that way. they don’t even know that we were friends beforehand. yeji, i’m begging you to go along with it. please do this for me.” he clasps his hands together in front of him with a pleading expression.

the young girl crosses her arms in front of her and pretends to think about it, “hmm… fine.”

sunghoon blurts out a chant of “thank you’s” not knowing that his sister only agreed cause she always thought that you and sunghoon would’ve been a good couple. he tells her to help the others set the table while he goes to you. he quickly explains what’s happening and you’re just excited that you get to see yeji again. you both leave his room and you make your own way to the living room, spotting the other girl and exchanging glances.

yeji stops what she’s doing to turn and face you, “who’s this?”

you answer back casually, “y/n. i’m a friend of the boys, and you are?”

“yeji, sunghoon’s younger sister.” she says it proudly, bringing a grin to the aforementioned boy.

“oh, you’re yeji? hoon was right… you are pretty.”

she tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow, questioning you “why would he tell you about me?”

jake chimes in like it’s second nature, “i mean, why wouldn’t he tell his girlfriend about his sister?” he states like it’s so obvious. “they’ve been together since december.”

“girlfriend?” she takes a step back in false shock, “since december? why didn’t i know about this?”

“what? i don’t seem like your brother’s type?”

“it’s not that. i’m just surprised he managed to get and keep a girlfriend. you’re like, way out of his league and he’s a loser.” one thing to know about yeji is that as much as she loves him, she will never miss a chance to tease her brother.

with a scoff, you finally hear sunghoon join in beside you, “not gonna lie, that one hurt a little.”

“i’m so telling mom,” she says with a mischievous smirk.

you laugh at sunghoon’s shocked face and smile at the younger park, “i like you, i think we’ll get along just fine.”

“i like you, too.” she looks at sunghoon, “keep her.”

everyone laughs at the interaction as they settle in to eat. sunghoon sits to your right while yeji sits on your left, wondering how his two favorite girls learned to be such good actresses.

xi. returning the favor

fast forward another month, the end of the semester means the dreaded finals week again. sunghoon has been, for lack of a better word, slacking on some of his classes and is now juggling to prepare for exams and revisions. couple that with yeji telling his mom about your “relationship” and her nonstop questions, all of this stress has been piled on. this all amounting to him getting sick.

now, sunghoon being sunghoon means that he pushed everyone away and hasn’t told you about his condition. luckily for him, you’ve been cooped up in your studio trying to finish your portfolio and also prepare for your exams. unluckily for him, the boys have gotten worried and heeseung called you.

which brings us to the present, sunghoon stuck in bed with a fever, congestion, and neglected notes. a knock on his door does nothing to help his headache but seeing your face meekly peek in makes him relax. “what are you doing here?” he asks hoarsely.

“did you really think i wouldn’t find out?”

he avoids your glare, “i didn’t want you to worry.”

“honestly i’m not upset that you’re sick, but that i had to hear it from your roommates.” you come closer to him, clearing out the scattered papers and textbooks from atop his bed. you sit on the edge, taking out some medicine and cooling packs that you picked up from the convenience store.

“you really don’t have to do this,” he twiddles his fingers in embarrassment.

you tie back his hair and place one of the packs on his forehead, “you’ve always been the one taking care of me, so i might as well return the favor.”

you busy yourself with getting the cough medicine ready and sunghoon takes an actual look at you. he notices that you’re wearing his old skating jacket, the same one he gave you at your high school graduation. he makes more room under the covers, allowing you to come closer and lay next to him. he drapes one arm over you and holds onto the end of the jacket sleeve, “i can’t believe you kept this.”

“we stopped hanging out and we weren’t in each other’s lives for a year and a half after being together basically since birth,” you pause, a little saddened thinking back. “this was the last thing i ever got from you. it’s all i had left.”

he brings you closer, neither of you caring if you got sick. “well… now you have me again. for good.”

xii. the party

the end of the school year has finally arrived. some seniors from the txt frat are hosting a big party to celebrate. of course, en-4 was invited—mostly thanks to heeseung being close with them. although you have made more friends and now have a more active social life, parties are still not your thing.

yet, much to your dismay, being friends with designated party people means that you’re getting bombarded with pleas to go regardless. sunghoon took the lead on convincing you, “please, i promise that it’ll be fun.” the boys join in, their voices overlapping. sunghoon practically tackles you onto your couch while pouting and furrowing his eyebrows in desperation.

“stop looking at me like that. i can’t think properly when you do that.”

right on cue, the boys start to tease you. jay clears his throat and jake makes kissing noises, meanwhile heeseung starts singing y/n and sunghoon sitting in a tree… while you just glare at them.

“if i say i’ll go, will you all leave me alone?”

they all shout “yes” in unison. which is how you ended up at the crowded frat house. although they had begged you to come, they practically abandon you and sunghoon when you get there. jake had yelled back to you that his friend sunoo from his econ class called them over for beer pong.

you and sunghoon find a big bean bag in the corner and stay there for a bit. he offers to get you both some drinks and leaves to the kitchen. you’re not sure how long he’s gone but you eventually get uncomfortable. you start wandering the house for some space to get some air. you find an empty room and make your way into the connected bathroom to wash your face. you take some deep breaths, then realizing that you didn’t tell sunghoon. as you’re about to step out, he enters the room.

“i figured you would want some space.”

“how’d you know where i was?”

he comes up closer to you, “in the sea of people, in this mess, in this frenzy… i will always find you. no matter what happens or who comes into my life, i always find my way back to you.”

“what the hell is that even supposed to mean, park?”

“i mean…” he stops to compose himself, “oh for fucks sake, i’m tired of this being pretend. i’m tired of being allowed to call you my girlfriend in public but not treat you like it in private. when i kissed you at the showcase, i had wanted to do that for so long, and i’ve been wanting to do even more.”

“sunghoon, look-”

“wait, i’m not done. what i’m trying to say is that i want you to be my girlfriend, for real this time—not as a joke, not as a trick. i want us to be together as an actual couple because i like you, a lot more than you could believe-”

you cut him off this time, kissing him like he did all those weeks ago. you kissed him in the way that you weren’t sure what words to say other than, “i would love to be your girlfriend.”

sunghoon shines with the biggest smile, picking you up and spinning around. when he lets you down, he incessantly leaves pecks all over your face. he holds you close, “now, how about we go enjoy the party?”

you nod and lead him hand in hand towards the door. you turn the nob, only to have the three remaining members of your friend group fall at your feet. heeseung landing on top, shouting out, “i fucking knew it!”

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Tbh while this is “controversial” (is it??! Idfk) I would love 2 hear your thoughts on like. The comparing and contrasts of ranboo and his dynamic with bench trio (tubbo and tommy) compared to boreal boys (techno and philza) because like. The differences between the two groups r both night and day and also... not? I think about em a lot and don’t have a good way with words but anything you’ve got is always welcome. (Personally I like both, with a slight bias to boreal trio- but I’m sendin an ask 2 you after all so. Go ham) -butchpuffy

Okay I’m gonna answer this in two bc I don’t know if u mean streamers or characters and I ASSUME u mean characters but it could be either sO

Also this is going under the cut because I started analyzing comedy (all good things, all good things) and it got long because I’m an improv kid

Streamers -

I think the commodification of streamer dynamics to the point where the names become anything other than, well, shorthand for streamer combos you like to see is like, legitimately concerning and a symptom of one of my biggest problems with streaming as a cultural phenomenon in general. Like it’s literally the marketing of Hanging Out With Friends as a product and it’s :nervous:. Like at the end of the day these are just different vague configurationz of friends Ranboo hangs out with and I think like, reading into like Who He’s REAAAALLY Better Friends With or whatever is like. It’s literally just truthing. It is literally just truthing

Howeverrr to partake in that commodification and view it as like, which combo of entertainers I personally would like to watch more as again an entertainment product I thiiink borealtrio has to take it, solely bc Technoblade fdhkfjsh. Like both groups are funny in different ways and are clearly all comfortable with each other so

I will however now dissect some of how and why I think peerpressureduo and alliumduo in particular are funny because I love overthinking

Peerpressureduo are great bc like. You really get 2 see the overlap between their mannerisms and more importantly their general joke style and let me goddamn tell you the effect Stacks. They both encourage this like, uncorpsing sarcastic yes-and in each other and it’s great they go for so much longer than either would be able to sustain independently whether that is this like sarcastic self-aggrandizement or judgement of other ppl/things around or black humor and exaggerated confusion. Bc of their similarities they mesh really well and bc of their differences they can keep it going for a while (Techno tends to be more prompting and Ranboo’s really good at yes-and) -- it’s fantastic and bc both of them tend to Sell their sarcasm really hard and rarely corpse or break character/sona during bits like this the effect is unrelenting. Like they just keep saying funny things and they don’t even flinch. My go-to example is the infamous

Technoblade: On the bright side, we might have inflicted enough trauma onto this child for it to become funny. Ranboo: Ooooh, yeah, he could become a Minecraft YouTuber!

Technoblade’s statement here is black humor carrying through the bit they have been doing lampshading how fucked up villager mechanics are, and this is kinda looking too far but he does also leave it open and explicitly includes his scene partner by saying “we”

Ranboo’s response is literal textbook yes-and, and a very effective one -- he actively uses the information his scene partner gave him and carries it through+synthesizes it into a joke that follows directly from that, keeps the tone, and is also fridge self-deprecation in keeping with both the players’ general comedic brands

Alliumduo meanwhile also have excellent improv chemistry but in a much less... I want to say less balanced but that has bad connotations. It is very much balanced but it’s less two-way and the way they work together is much more metalevel. It’s most pronounced in all their beef. Tommy has been noted to Throw For Content, and like to set himself up to get made fun of for comedy to a degree, and I’ve compared Ranboo’s dunking on ppl to like, retroactively setting people up -- like, you’re walking with him and pass through a revolving door and you should be moving with the door but without warning he grabs it to still it so you walk directly into the door, and he was definitely the one being (joke) mean to you but you still walked into it so you look like the clown. These obviously work together really well esp bc Ranboo tends to be very good at not going too far and actually being mean and generally with like, reading How to yes-and a situation. So you get stuff like the infamous:

Tommy: We don’t like you here. You’re not welcome. [...] Who would you say, Ranboo, is the better duo, me and Tubbo or you and Tubbo? Ranboo: You know, based on how you’re acting on Twitter, I think you’re beginning to realize-- Tommy, crosstalk: FUCK YOU, BITCH-- Ranboo, with increased malice: I think you’re beginning to realize which is better!

Tommy sets himself up for this both a) by acting in that exaggerated sadboy:tm: manner on Twitter (which he had been particularly doing at the time) and b) by this comment in and of itself. With the paradigm he’s set up, there is no way he would have gotten a flattering answer to this question. It’s also carrying through the jealousy bit in general and his brash no-thoughts-head-unspeakably-rude streamersona

Usually dunking on ppl is bad improv, but why that is is bc it tends to shut people down, or disregard what they’ve said -- and Ranboo’s response here does neither! It’s another yes-and, though it’s harder to recognize: he is taking the gift his scene partner has given him and is fully carrying it through. By how Tommy’s been acting on Twitter, Tommy, intentionally or not, basically handed Ranboo this punchline through this question -- Ranboo picks up on this and, as he is wont to do, gracefully delivers

The interruption also ends up working, not only bc it again keeps Tommy’s streamersona bit going but also bc it briefly interrupts Ranboo so he can repeat it while doubling down on the gleeful malice in his tone, so both Tommy’s persona and Ranboo’s acting+delivery gets to shine

These are definitely not the only funny moments they have, and it doesn’t mention the dynamics they have with other members in the trios, but I had to rant abt these bc these are literally exemplary improv and I think it’s just. Delightful. The way I said it also makes it seem like they all like, Directly Thought This Out, and like they obviously didn’t, but like. They have clearly been doing enough comedic improv and working with each other that they have a feel for it; that’s how improv works, and this very like, deliberate-seeming breakdown is just a breakdown of how the responses they felt out worked well

Tubbo and Philza are both iconic in their own rights in these dynamics too: Tubbo’s being terminally casual while also being immaddogimberserkimacyclepath.mp3 is fantastic both to Tommy’s more straightforward chaos and Ranboo’s Backhandedly Polite Yes-And, and Philza in the boreal dynamic is not just a great hypeman but also the #1 catalyst of incredible comedic hostility, to which Ranboo rises with no hesitation and to which Technoblade either joins in on effectively or reacts to balance out. I don’t have improv-analysis paragraphs for those (I admit the paragraphs up above are kind of canned ahdgdskjfhdfjds), but they are all very good together and both trio dynamics and all involved subdynamics tend to all be just well handled collaboration between competent entertainers

Characters -

Okay, like in real life, benchtrio and borealtrio in character are just fundamentally different dynamics, and bc of this reality I don’t rlly feel like it works to call one like, better or more story interesting they just work differently; personally I find borealtrio more interesting, again, solely bc I have more investment in the characters involved. I don’t think either dynamic is less valuable, though full disclosure I am like, mildly bitter bc benchtrio is the default dynamic ppl draw Ranboo in and like... sobs... canon gives me nothing... fancontent does give me things but for every Syndicate/borealtrio/peerpressureduo content there are 50 benchtrio and [sobs]

Okay but in terms of story and in universe analysis, finally, which is what this ask was probably even sent in to solicit at all:

Both benchtrio and borealtrio offer Ranboo different forms of solidarity, and they place him in different positions. They’re his current main support circles, and it’s good that he has both -- it places him in a better position than many on the server, and honestly probably the others in either dynamic

In benchtrio, the solidarity is that of people who have been failed by authority that was previously trusted, which is why I think a lot of the fandom, which tends to skew younger, gravitates toward em. Tommy and Tubbo, even if you don’t consider ages canon, tend to read younger bc narratively their arcs have heavily relied on authorities they looked up to and trusted for guidance and protection failing them at that, in some way or another repeatedly, and benchtrio seems very narratively bent towards finding a replacement for a place for that trust with kind of a solidarity with people who have been similarly fucked over, and surviving that way, which is incredibly, painfully relatable to I think most of the ppl in our age group l m a o (me tf too. Sobs). Benchtrio’s friendship is based on just hanging out a lot, too, but is also based in mutual trauma and solidarity around disillusionment on a personal level.

It’s also relevant to note that Ranboo is generally moreso in the comforter role in this dynamic, which isn’t a bad thing or stating that it’s like, necessarily unreciprocated or w/e, just an observation. Like you are going to have friends where you help them out actively more than vice versa, and it definitely makes sense with how private Ranboo is; either way Ranboo definitely holds himself as responsible for the other two members of benchtrio to a degree (again, not necessarily a bad thing). It’s just kind of a consequence of how their dynamics developed and how Ranboo sees them -- he’s always been moreso in that role (trading letters w/ Tommy in exile, supporting Tubbo while Tubbo was Going Thru It as a child president), and he’s just continuing that, comforting them both and grinding armor and stuff for them, etc

In borealtrio, the solidarity is that of having explicitly been failed, marginalized, and ostracized by political systems, and of being victims of coercion to some degree. Like there’s a reason peerpressureduo are called what they are, and Philza’s whole thing with killing Wilbur and his treatment under NLM puts him there too; the same thing applies to Niki, but her dynamic w/ Ranboo is currently still in the “they haven’t talked since they fell out” area unfortunately. All their narratives have relied on being taken for granted and taken advantage of, as well as being ostracized or excluded systematically, and reclaiming power in the face of that (which personally I find. Deeply compelling and relatable afhsdkfj). Borealtrio also work together and share interests and investments unique to that dynamic (grinding+roadtrip streams+etc) that don’t show as much with benchtrio (who tend more to fuck around and find out kind of hanging out). Borealtrio’s unity is based around mutual trust and understanding as well as solidarity from similar/analogous trauma and disillusionment on a political level.

In this dynamic, Ranboo is also in much less of a provider role. He is more occupied with being a guest than a responsible party, and to some degree trusts Technoblade and Philza to help him actively moreso than he lets on/allows to benchtrio; he’s disclosed to them things he’s worried about, including the voice and the enderwalk experiments to an extent. Bc he doesn’t see himself as responsible for their wellbeing to the same degree that he does his peers in benchtrio, he’s willing to let them in and let them help (or know smth’s up at all) more than he would for benchtrio, and they’re capable of offering that help. Not to say he doesn’t help back; he provides resources, shares powers, and helps Philza deal with his feelings abt Wilbur, but he never has the same vibe of like, I Have To Be The Support System he tends to have w/ benchtrio; here the support system tends to be more spread out/balanced and he will accept help and mentorship (or WOULD IF TECHNO LOGGED ON!!!)

It is also important to note that Ranboo’s kind of on edge in both underlyingly, though for different reasons

In benchtrio it’s partially bc of aforesaid responsibility, and I would say w/ Tubbo it’s again partially because of the previous dynamics and the way they’ve been leveraged (stuff in L’Manberg and around the nukes in particular)

In borealtrio it’s much more like... internally sourced and exaggerated rather than minimized? It’s also based in previous dynamics and even moreso about reputation and like, prowess affecting how Ranboo sees the other two, which could be a FASCINATING thing for Techno considering esp now in S3 Techno seems to heading narratively into being in conflict with that exact thing, his reputation

Ranboo definitely needs both dynamics and what both dynamics give him, and different shades+manifestations of his conflict come out in both; the throughline of his caginess and distrust in others, the throughline of agency, the throughline of responsibility, the throughline of keeping himself and the people he cares about safe. Both narratively and in terms of in-universe mental health, both benchtrio and borealtrio are essential to him, and I love it sm, and I desperately need to see them both explored

#for the approval of the forum

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lordexplodowrites · 4 years ago

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Then, we were Strangers

So this is my first ever post on here! This is also my first My Hero fanfiction and I, of course, had to do it with my man Bakugou! I’m really sorry if this sucks-

Prompt: “And suddenly, we were strangers again.”

Paring: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Total Word Count: 1,732

Warnings: Swearing, mutual pining, angst, bullying, I didn’t edit this at all~

Day by day it was a growing struggle to watch Bakugou Katsuki grow up without you. It felt like more of a battle as he slowly left you behind like he did Izuku. Except, you weren’t quirkless… you helped Bakugou and his crew out (mostly his crew) when they got hurt considering your quirk was healing related.

Now you sat as you watched Bakugou torment Izuku once more. Muttering of “useless” and “worthless Deku” rolling off the tongue that had long grown bitter from its own sweetness. Sometimes you wondered what had gone and turned the boy that helped you from the ground when you were three to the seven year old that stood in front of you now. What had happened to the unbreakable bond between Bakugou and Izuku? What had changed other than the appearance and lack-there-of of a quirk?

That’s what had done it and you knew it as your seven year old self watched as Bakugou verbally tossed aside whatever Izuku had to say. “Katsu-” You called out only to be ignored by the boy you had grown up with. “Katsu we should go-”

“Shut up!” He growled at you as he sent you a spine-chilling glare. You nodded your head at him as he continued his torment on the ever compliant Izuku Midoriya.

~~Seven years later~~

14 year old Bakugou Katsuki was no better than the seven year old version of him. While some in the class had grown better and more refined it seemed as if Bakugou had only grown more rebellious. You had grown up with the boy and you knew that eventually, he would cut ties with you. Being the best came with a price after all…

“If you wanna be a hero so bad, why don’t you make it easier for yourself and take a swan dive off the roof? Maybe you’ll have a quirk in your next life!” An aggressive Bakugou Katskui said to a fragile, shaking green-haired boy. Your heart ached for Izuku but as much as you wanted to say something, you knew better. Bakugou, with a hearty laugh, left the room. You, as the good friend you were to the boy, followed.

As you left the artificially lit room you glanced behind you to Midoriya. Your eyes screaming “I’m sorry,” and swimming in sorrow. While his emerald eyes only held one question, “Why do you stay with him?” In truth, you had fallen for the boy long before you knew what love was. Every time you tried to walk away from him, your heart just pulled you back in for another load of heartbreak.

“Are you coming?” The gruff voice of Bakugou called out to you successfully pulling you from your questioning. “I don’t have all day you fucking nerd.”

Your eyes rise up to meet his vermillion ones as you say with the faux confidence you had around the arrogant boy, “Yeah. I’m coming, don’t worry.” You shook your head and followed the boy like you always had while wondering what he would be like to you if you were quirkless.

After the rest of the group had gone home Bakugou turned to you and asked with a hint of anger, “Are you still coming to my damned house?”

Your head tilted up as you replied, “If you want me too. I can always go home if you don’t want me over.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes while snorting out, “You hate your house. I don’t fucking mind if you come over you damn nerd.”

You smile slightly and continue walking in peaceful silence with the boy. “Bakugou?” You question hesitantly. When you catch sight of his eyes shifting to your face you continue, “If- if I was quirkless…” You take a breath in and spit out, “If I was quirkless would you treat me like Izuku?”

You swear you saw Bakugou's eyes almost pop out of his skull for a second. “Why does that matter? You aren’t fucking quirkless and you aren’t like that shitty nerd Deku.”

You sigh, “Well… I just wanted to know…” You cast your head to the ground as you hear Bakugou huff.

He groans when you don’t look up again. “Are you seriously-? Fine. I’ll answer your dumbass question. If you were quirkless, I wouldn’t treat you like that damn nerd.” His eyes tilt down to see that smile he had grown accustomed to slip back onto your face… and he puts on his own smile at the sight…

~~After Bakugou’s acceptance into UA~~

“I’m so happy for you Bakugou!” You congratulate with care in your eyes.

“Tch, whatever. I knew I was going to get in. I’m the best after all.” He says with an eye roll as you take the forms.

“You did the best on the entrance exams! That’s amazing Bakugou!” You exclaim with wide eyes. “It says here that you showed tactical understanding and excellent understanding of your quirk!” Your eyes come into contact with Bakugous and his heart aches for what’s going to happen between the two of you when he starts at UA and you don’t.

“Of course I did.” He boasts as he smirks. “Have to be a hero after all.” You smile while you agree with him and continue to read over the acceptance form.

“I’m really proud of you Katsu…” You mummer to him. His heart bangs against his ribcage at the old name slipping from your lips. Your eyes widen as you realize your mistake. You scramble out, “I- I’m sorry Bakugou! You told me not to call you that anymore! Shit, I’m so sorry.” You feel your face heat up as you internally punch yourself.

Bakugou snorts and your eyes shoot up to him. “It’s fine you fucking nerd. I don’t care as long as no other extra is around.” He waves off the nickname as his heart beats faster at the sight of your face. He should’ve dropped you a long time ago so it didn’t hurt as much as it did now. His mind is torn between what he wants and what he needs to do. He wants you as his but he knows that leaving you behind will let him achieve his dreams faster.

“Are you going to come sit with me or not?” You ask in the voice that makes Bakugou’s resolve for leaving you to crumble. Your eyes are innocent, unknowing of what Bakugou is going to force himself to do.

He grumbles out a “Yes,” and sits by you. You start ranting about anything you can think of and Bakugou is captivated by you in every way as you talk. Your presence is calming to him and he doesn’t want to let you go but he has to. “(Y/N),” Bakugou states forcefully.

You stop talking immediately at the use of your first name. “Yeah?” You question. “Do you not like what I’m talking about? We can talk about whatever you want. I don’t-” You don’t get to finish your ramble before Bakugou is cutting you off once again.

“(Y/N), I-” He clears his throat and continues, “I don’t think we can be friends anymore.” He looks away as he catches sight of your eyes breaking.

You look at him panicked and choke out, “Baku- Bakugou… Why? Am I being a bad friend? Are you upset with me? I- I‘ll do whatever. I- can’t- I can’t lose you too.” You put major emphasis on your final sentence as you feel tears build up. You couldn’t lose him. Not after everything you tow had been through. Not after all the years together.

“I just…” He stops as he looks for the right words to say. He doesn’t want to hurt you. “I just think that I’ll be best if we stop being friends. I don’t- I don’t need you anymore.” He internally grimaces as he can feel the pain rolling off of you. “I’m off to attend UA, I only wanted you around to keep my cuts clean. Now that I’m going on to better things, I don’t need you.”

“That’s- Your lying Katsuki. You don’t mean that. If I was just a toy for you to use then what about all the sleepovers? What about all the secrets? What about all the aspirations? What about the future we planned out? Did all of that mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?” You try to argue with the boy as tears stream down your face. You couldn’t believe that you meant nothing to him. Not after all the memories and years together.

Bakugou swallows the part of himself that wants to tell you he didn’t mean what he said. He wanted to tell you that he loved you but his pride wouldn’t allow it. “I mean it. You mean nothing to me anymore.” He stands and goes to your door. “You were just my pity project. Nothing more.” He goes to step out until he feels a scarily strong grip on his wrist.

“You promised- Katsuki Bakugou you promised you wouldn’t leave me. You can’t just walk out on me. Not after everything.” You begged him. You reminded him of a promise from long ago when he called you sweet nothings. A time before a strive to be a hero took him over. A time before he cared about being the best and only cared about being yours. Suddenly the ring hung around your neck that he had given to you all those years ago felt like a brick dragging you under the sea. “You promised me…” You plead to the boy.

He looks at you with an icy red glare and says, “Promises are meant to be broken.” With that, he walks out of your house, out of your life. He didn’t want to do it and some part of you knew that.

No matter how many miles were between you two, there would always be something there. As he walked away with silent tears starting to build up and you crying with an unmistakable pain in your chest, you both long for the other. As the tears spill from both of your eyes you both whisper together, “And suddenly, we were strangers again.” The next day though, you got a letter from UA. You had been accepted as a support student who worked with Recovery Girl and the students of the hero courses…

#bakugou #my hero academia x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo imagine #katusuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugou fa #mha x you #mha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha #my hero academia

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eirian-houpe · 5 years ago

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Disparate Pathways - Chapter 2

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Maurice | Moe French, Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Spinster(s) (Once Upon a Time: Think Lovely Thoughts), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Black Fairy (Once Upon a Time), Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Colette (Once Upon a Time), Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Dove (Once Upon a Time), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena

Additional Tags: Abusive Parents, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Violence, Gun Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dubious Consent, Eventual Smut, UST, First Time, Drama & Romance, Kidnapping, Extortion

Summary: Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go. Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into 'protective custody,' but is he all that he seems? As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth.

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[Chapter 1]

Chapter 2 - When Now Is the Wrong Time

Jefferson Milnor walked around six blocks out of his way, making turns at random, and heading into a late night drug store to buy himself a pack of gum and some tylenol, just to make sure he wasn’t being followed, before he headed to the seedier side of town, where ladies, and gents of the night propositioned him on street corners, and told him he didn’t really want to head into the gaudy strip joint he was headed for, and really wanted to go home with them instead.

He turned them all down, and silently paid his entry fee, passing beneath the neon, animated flashing lights that marked the building he sought, before slipping into the assigned booth. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall, totally ignoring the erotic dancer that could be seen through the gap in the grate that separated her from the clientele.

“The weather’s on the change, Ice clouds invading,” the voice from the next booth murmured softly, and Jefferson took a deep breath, counting to ten in his head before he even thought about answering. He hated this… the necessity for it, the cliche of it all that his handler insisted playing into.

“Pressure lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews,” he answered, all the while thinking, Why ruin a great song by using it as a fucking code?

“Are you safe?” his handler asked.

“Until I came here,” Jefferson answered, ill tempered. “What’s wrong with the fucking library every once in a while? Or hell, take me to see a goddamn movie!”

“I see your language hasn’t gotten any better since you’ve been under.”

“You haven’t seen these people, Rab,” Jefferson said, “They’d make a saint swear.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Rab said. He paused then, waiting while there was a lull in the music as the dancers switched, and didn’t speak until the heavy beat started pounding through Jefferson’s body again. “You’ve seen the girl? The mother?”

“Yeah,” Jefferson confirmed, “But… they’re keeping them under lock and key, especially the girl, and separate. I don’t know how the hell you think this is going to go down.”

“Well you better think of something fast,” Rab said quietly. “It’s tomorrow.”

“ What !” Jefferson spat the single word as though it were the worst kind of curse word ever , following up with another string of expletives, before calming enough to say,“You can’t. No, absolutely not.”

“Tomorrow, Jeff.” Rab repeated, “The Governor won’t wait any more, and who can blame him. This is his wife and daughter we’re talking about.”

Jefferson shook his head even though he knew Rab couldn’t see him. “Force their hand like this and it’s gonna get ugly fast. You go back and tell the Governor that.”

“He won’t be swayed,” Rab said. “It’s going down tomorrow, Sunshine, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“The hell there isn’t,” Jefferson said, and started to get up.

“Don’t fuck this up, Agent.”

“Don’t agent me,” he snarled, and before Rab could do anything about it, and completely uncaring of the establishment’s policy of one patron per booth, he pushed in through the door of his handler’s booth, grabbed him by the lapels, and pinned him to the flimsy wall. “What the fuck is the point in me spending years UC with this band of fucking maniacs if no one is going to listen to my advice?”

“Take it easy, Jefferson,” Rab said, grasping his wrists and trying to push the taller, stronger man away. “I didn’t come here to get your advice. I came here as a courtesy to tell you that the takedown is happening tomorrow.”

“Take it easy?” Jefferson spat, and shifted his grasp on his handler to press and arm across his throat, making Rab’s scrabbling against his hold a little more frantic, more urgent. “Have you any idea the kind of crap I’ve been through! Years and years of it, and here we stand with the chance to take these motherfuckers down and for good this time, and you tell me my go/no go role in all this has been not only undermined, but tossed out of the fucking window! Well fuck you. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”

He let Rab go, and watched as his handler bent over, leaning his hands on his knees, and trying to catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, man,” Rab gasped, “truly. I didn’t call this and I tried to give you time, honestly.”

Jefferson shook his head. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Rab. I’ve busted my balls these last two weeks… took fucking risks to make sure to get everything in place, and keep the French women safe. Well I’m telling you, not asking . Wait. Two more days, three at most. If the cavalry comes in tomorrow we will lose our only chance of taking the head of this rancid pit of vipers. She will go to ground and it might be another ten years before we catch the slightest hint of her again.”

He was pacing as he spoke, his thumb nail up against his teeth, the words tumbling around it, and his body hummed with pent up frustration. He already knew Rab’s answer.

“We’ll take some of them in. Someone will turn, make a deal for a reduced sentence, and we’ll use it to haul them all in, every single one of them, including Duneach.”

Jefferson just shook his head again, and closed his eyes with a sigh, finally ceasing his pacing, and just stood with his head down, breathing hard as he opened and closed his hands, like someone itching for a fight.

“I’ll send you a heads up at thirty minutes.” Rab said softly. “Just tell me you know how to get out and maintain the--”

“--integrity of my cover, yeah… thanks for nothing. I know the fucking drill. I got out the last time you morons fucked it up, and no one on the inside the wiser.” Jefferson spat.

“You and I both know that’s not quite true.”

Jefferson looked up at Rab, meeting his eyes steadily, before he murmured a soft, “Good as.”

“You make me laugh, Milnor,” Rab said, “You really do. You stand there for a good thirty minutes ranting at me about how it’s all going to go to crap, and at the last attempt at taking these guys out, you only went and read in perhaps the single most dangerous person you could possibly have revealed yourself to.”

“No,” Jefferson said flatly and with a certainty in his voice. “Not true. He’s out, and he won’t go back. He’s not a risk.” Not like that, anyway.

“You don’t know that,” Rab said.

The red-head had long since fled, as Jefferson made his way down from his higher point as carefully and as swiftly as he could while making sure there were no more hostiles about. The man writhed on the ground, conscious, surprisingly still trying to get legs beneath him, to walk on his ruined ankle.

Jefferson reached his side, kicking the man’s gun away, trying to put the man at ease, assure him that everything would be all right, but the man thought nothing of his own safety; his own comfort and health - only of the boy’s.

Jefferson sighed, pushing away the memory and the way his own emotions responded to it; knowing that the only way to have saved the man’s life was exactly as he did - to take him down him self with a non fatal shot.

“ Please...” the man whispered through the agony of the injury Jefferson had given him. “...help me save my son.”

“Yes,” he said softly. “I do.”

#rumbelle #fan fic #au #remix #angst #eventual smut

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rainelot · 6 years ago

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GCF in Saipan- A Rant as of August 2018 (Posted December)

(Out in December since I wanted to get a more objective view on things and to edit it slightly. This is just as a memory record anyways so)

When I made this blog, it was meant to be a blog to rant about anything Bangtan that interested me. However, I recently encountered one of the most frustrating, interesting, and baffling two days of my life and I needed to address the cause of this with a rant (that I doubt people will read). The cause: Jungkook’s GCF in Saipan.

WARNING: THIS IS ALL IN GOOD FUN. I claim no rights to what is true or not. Don’t take this too seriously please. Will have Koomin/Jikook references.

To start it off, I don’t like real people shipping. I don’t really care if others do it (as long as they remain sane and logical) but I personally didn’t enjoy doing it for one reason: I don’t know them personally, so it isn’t any of my business. I enjoyed their interactions with each other platonically, using what they gave us upfront as fuel, and whatever else that might be happening to purely up to them. For BTS, I never before cared much for shipping, and just enjoyed every interaction as it is.

Then I watched GCF in Saipan, the catalyst to my descent into a brief insanity. What I can say about Saipan is that it is a theorist haven, perhaps why I’ve become so interested now. By “theorist”, I mean NOT REAL, and my opinions should not be taken as fact. These are all just observations that I personally took from the GCFs.

Perhaps what I should say before going into Saipan specifics is that I watched Tokyo in my early days as a fan. I did not know the context of the song, I did not know Jungkook or Jimin well, so I didn’t think much of it. Of course, I acknowledged it was fairly romantic in setting, but I took it to be interpreted either platonically or romantically, and even now I don’t think too much of it. The video itself has a personal meaning to me: reciprocal love, any shape of it available, with little accents and layers that can be tilted and shifted for the viewer’s own interpretation (as all art). I don’t have too much to say about Tokyo itself, because of how straight forward it is. Saipan is the one that makes no sense if I tried to take it in upfront. I’m not very good at reading behaviors, hence my inability to see what others see as “moments”, but I have done some (very unprofessional) editing before and I absolutely love art analyzing, which the GCFs very clearly are to me.

For this, I will be isolating Saipan in a fairly tight bubble, with little unrelated topics. I won’t be including much outside Jungkook’s art (except in the skeptic area). Some previous GCF mentions/comparisons, some outside views strictly on the films as well will be referenced in the rant itself. Not going to include any deep reading into their overall relationship, mostly an analysis of the GCF.

I watched Saipan (at this point after being a fan for long enough to care) first thinking that something was off. Something wasn’t harmonious with each other. The second time I watched it, I realized the dissonance was between the film and the music. Together, it wasn’t coherent, which is different than all of his work so far. Tokyo, Osaka, even USA though being equally promo-related, they all had more to build upon meaning-wise, the perspectives matched within the film. Saipan’s song both in mood and in subject clashed with the film from beginning to end. Of course, all in my opinion.

Here is the song:

Now, before I go any further, I had an intensive discussion with a mutual on twitter, who is a multi-kpop non-BTS stan. She doesn’t keep up with Bangtan, but she likes some of their songs and is a casual listener. She is also somewhat experienced and knowledgeable in video editing and had very interesting input for the factor of “film sound”, the information from a document which she paraphrased. This was her input through the DMs:

“The Pacific Cinematheque has stated that there two types of sound in film, Diegetic and Non-Diegetic. Diegetic is the sound that we would also experience in real life. Non-Diegetic is any sound we don’t experience in real life like dramatic orchestrated songs or musical score or sound effects like the screeches in the shower scene Psycho.”

“So why do directors use sound? Well (and here it comes) it is to do any of the following 1. add mood 2. add atmosphere to a film. How? By adding these soundscapes that Accent or add another Layer of meaning to the film. The filmmaker wants the audience to perceive the scenes in a specific way, and sound/music leg scenes be seen in the specific way that the director intended. Silence in a film can represent something very important or a turning point. Music, specifically in film, has various uses, but most commonly it is used to “guide the emotional response of the audience”. Music is the clue in scenes, it’s like a huge signpost directing (pun cause the filmmaker is a director anyways off track sorry) the audience on how to react to a scene.”

“So basically what I am saying is that of course Jungkook is aware of the music he’s using in his gcfs, and he’s also aware of the reaction he wants from the films. He used that song because he wanted a specific reaction from the audience, he wanted us viewers to see what his intentions are and at this point I’m insane too cause all I’m thinking is that he wants us to react to Jimin and to focus on that.”

(I may or may not have told her multiple times through out my discussion with her that I feel like I’m going insane. I calmed down before writing this though, for the sake of making any sense and neutrality.)

These are just the basics. If you still aren’t convinced how important a song is in context to a film, then remember: before Jungkook even began making the GCFs, he was doing mainly covers of songs. And he said, specifically to the fans, that the lyrics of his chosen songs are important. He usually chooses them for a reason (what that reason could be, up to the viewer, since he doesn’t outright explain the choices).

So we established that first, Jungkook most likely chose this song with actual thought and intention put into it (again, take that intention with what you may).

Of course, what interested me was Jimin’s parts. Mainly because he is my son (even though I am fairly younger than him), and also because of the teaser Jungkook released shortly before dropping Saipan. Truth be told, I wasn’t really expecting the silly dance nor the punches to be included, as I thought that Jungkook only posted that to show Namjoon and the fans what was going on in the “behind the scenes” video Namjoon posted the day before. Perhaps a little blooper insight. So yes, I was surprised that the scene was included at all, much less becoming a gap-clip repeating between alternating clips of the group and other members. I was also surprised at the amount of time Jimin was shown, as after USA being a very equalized group video, I was expecting the same from Saipan. Similarly to USA, it was very work-oriented and promotional, and also both (definitely USA as from Namjoon’s Vlive) were most likely commissioned by Bighit.

Jimin’s dominates the bridge. By dominate, I mean he is the only one with a completely exclusive part in this particular GCF. Verse 1 was Taehyung, verse 2 was Hoseok, and the choruses are a mix. Jimin appears the most not only through adding up all the small clips, but because he takes up two solid blocks of the song, both with the same context and lyrics. The reason why the it’s hard for me to link the others with their individual parts is because of the way they were shot, the clips that were chosen, all very aesthetically pleasing but difficult to find depth or flow in. Jimin’s parts almost had a story line. This is important to me because of the lyrics, which we shall visit now.

First the meaning of the song. John K. in an interview: He describes the bouncy track’s meaning as “[about] evolving through young love, admitting to past mistakes and committing to giving someone the best possible version of yourself.”

To be honest, this song is not as ambiguous to me as There For You, Troye Sivan, Tokyo GCF. Sure, Troye Sivan is a gay artist, and the song lyrics are directed at a boy. But the lyrics themselves I do think can be taken in any shape of love. For Best of Me, this is not the case. I think Verse 2 is the clearest reason for this:

Waking up next to you

Got you back in my arms

Don't it feel like it use to

Like we were never apart

Never thought I would see you

Now we're loving in the dark

We can't fight this feeling

While I’m a staunch believer in lyrics being universally interpreted and available to all versions of personal view (take Osaka as an example, which is another fairly straightforward GCF), to make it simpler for myself right now and with the tinfoil hat on, I’ll stick with what the song can be most basically understood: lovers who are loving in secret, but wants to be let free.

Here comes a bit tinfoil (not really shippy, but more reading into what it could mean artistically. Purely subjective interpretation):

Now, without going into the ship or anything at all first, here is my artistic interpretation of Jungkook’s editing: the lyrics may be directed at Jimin, but I personally can also intemperate that Jimin in the video embodies the lyrics, or the lyrics embody Jimin in the video. Either way works for me. This is interpretation in the same way people interpret the smile of Mona Lisa (purely individualistic), and it doesn’t rely too much on Jungkook’s true intentions here. Again, I don’t claim any of this as the true meaning, as to me there is no true meaning needed for me.

In the video, Jimin shows the rawest actions. He barely pays attention to the camera half of the time, and when he does, it’s for the sake of the cameraman (Jungkook). This can be seen when in the second bridge part, he shows Jungkook his own camera just off screen, and during the second chorus, he high-fives Jungkook, just off screen once more. I believe Jungkook also chose these parts intentionally, especially the sneeze during the second bridge that he zoomed in on. No matter if the purpose was just to clown Jimin (also possible), it still leads an interesting narrative for me (I know I repeated this multiple times, but no, this may not be the intentions of Jungkook, and it is my own view on it as an art form). The lyrics “I don’t wanna hide no more” building up to “Imma let you get the best of me” was in sync with the way how Jimin bursts from a serious expression into a silly dance, with the silliness continuing later after the chorus and verse 2 into the second bridge. He is true to his actions, letting go of inhibition, essentially not hiding, lying, nor acting anymore. All genuine, silly, honest moments, such as the sneezing, the off camera action, etc.

The editing for the dance part is interesting too. As I said before, I wasn’t expecting it, so it was interesting when it seemed Jungkook added a separate track and layered other clips on top of the silly dancing. This one might be a bit of a stretch, but I can see it like the clips of the groups randomly were “hiding” the silly dancing. No particular meaning needed really, just a technique used in editing that, to me, matches the lyrics in an unintended way. Those were just my thoughts when considering the possibilities of the lyrics, and the visual is pretty cool in the narration. I know from experience that it’s much easier to layer clips (BTS eating) over a longer clip (Jimin dancing) rather than cut them individually to fit around each other. So that’s just a neat observation lol.

Artistically speaking, Jimin is the only solid narrative and character within the video because there seems to be an actual correlation between the actions he does chronologically with the lyrics given for him. I find it interesting how he and the lyrics embody each other as the video went on. Again, my personal take on a work of art.

Now here’s the ultimate tinfoil-kinda-shippy part of my post. ALL PURE SPECULATION.

This video can be conceptually all about the “hidden”. Looking at this as a GCF, in comparison to his two earliest works, it is a lot more promotional, like USA (I actually have some thoughts on USA and Bangtan as well, and may think about writing a post for it. It’s not gonna be as bad as this one though).

Perspective of GCFs before Saipan:

Onto the subject of music perspectives, Jungkook so far as established a trend of using the perspective within the songs to be directed at the people starring in it, most noticeably in Osaka, with the way the lyrics were directed/about either Jimin or Taehyung’s roles/characters in the film from a first person perspective speaking. Tokyo as well with the last few lines of “running running just to keep my hands upon you”, showing the camera in the perspective of being behind Jimin as he got farther away with the first person pronoun. USA with the “we” point of view, which is then including the film’s perspective as part of the “we”, especially noticed when Jungkook goes to shake Zedd’s hand. I assume then that Jungkook uses the music choices as a way to direct to the people or to include himself in it at some points, rather than being a passive outside third person view. Now that GCF in Newark is out, that is even more obvious, though I also find Newark to be a diverging path in his medium exploration, so the perspective is more centered around himself rather than those around him. GCF in Saipan was made with the same format as those before it so my thoughts on its techniques are the same (I will be ignoring Newark for now since it’s format is so radically different, as well as the fact that its creation doesn’t affect his previous works).

This is important in the case of Saipan being very dissonant with the the perspectives of the film and of the song. Beyond my personal artistic perspective above (which, in my interpretation, I believe is another layer to the narrative, as multiple meanings within art is always the best). Say that the lyrics are from the point of view of the camera as a character in the film (Jungkook), which so far it has been for most of the GCFs. USA’s perspective made sense in that it was a group song, and it’s about a "we”, including Jungkook, reminiscing the old days. Generally equalized screen-time for each member, first person plural perspective, you get it. Sure, the tone and mood of it was off, but at least the perspective made sense. Saipan’s perspective and mood both don’t make sense. As a whole, Best of Me as a song choice doesn’t make much sense, given the perspective of it. Very different to USA, which I previously thought Saipan was going to emulate for reasons already stated.

Saipan is biased to Jimin based on the film and lyric placement, as previously stated, and so narrative-wise, it is also Jimin-biased. The song choice itself is also strange in that Saipan’s song is very clearly not a group song. It is a song with a “me” and a “you”. During the bridges, it’s even more clear how the “me” and “you” works. With the camera being the perspective, the “me” is the singer speaking, and the “you” (if we base this off of how Jungkook’s use of perspective works thus far) is directed at whoever is on screen. The same way Tokyo was directed at Jimin, and in Osaka, Jimin and Taehyung appeared whenever the lyrics were directed at them (Taehyung appearing at “he’s taking your side of the bed” so he is the subject of the “you” in that set of lyrics, similar to how “running running just to keep my hands upon you” in Tokyo, the “you” was Jimin. Again, Jungkook uses the camera as part of the narrative, hence the use of communication between camera and “actor”).

Well, you may ask, why isn’t anyone else’s part in the going to be the same? Especially Hoseok’s part, which to be honest, I’m surprised no one mentioned much? They mentioned how the song had questionably romantic lyrics, and everyone freaked out about how beautiful Hobi was in the video (same though) but his part coincided with those questionable lyrics I mentioned earlier. Why doesn’t that indicate Jungkook proclaiming his undying love for Hobi? Well, the main reason is most likely “selective context”. That part by itself could allude to that, but as a whole, the film focused on someone else. So this is an example of taking parts of something to make a different whole. That’s why the structure of Saipan felt different than those before it. Tokyo was linear, Osaka was alternating between two, USA was group, and Saipan is... weird.

So, during the bridges, the “me” is the “I don’t wanna hide no more, I don’t wanna lie no more” and the “you” is “’cause what I found in you is so real”. Depending on who the camera’s perspective is, this can be taken in many different ways. However, USA makes me believe that the camera itself is really Jungkook (as I always assumed so) and not the fans, a third person, etc. If the “me” is Jungkook, and the “you” is Jimin - well, I did sort of lose my sanity for two whole days.

In short, for an entire two days I was convinced Jungkook was in love with Jimin or at least had some sort of romantic connection with him in some way. Not that they were in a relationship, I was feeling something much too sudden for me to give it labels, and much too isolated to consider any “big picture”. And I felt like I was going insane because of how out of the blue my own reaction was. As I said before, I’m no shipper. So it was shocking and a little terrifying when I was so convinced. (I am calmer now, and have a relatively more neutral stance on the pairing once more, thankfully).

The main reason why I was so convinced previously was because of one reason: with input from my perspective analysis, I believe the GCFs are from Jungkook’s point of view (as we all believe). With the song choice and the clips chosen, it was a surprise to me when I thought about the film more carefully. I don’t ship BTS because to me, those are outside opinions on what’s happening, behavioral analysis videos, coincidence theories, etc. Sure, they can be interesting, sometimes cute, but I don’t see any need to support or pay too much mind to it. With GCFs, it was different because this was not outside perspective. This was Jungkook. This was his video, that he filmed and edited and spent time on. Like with his covers, as he had told us before, they (could) have meaning. They (could) tell a story, that may change the way you view his work. So what exactly could he be trying to tell us has been interesting for me to interpret. Of course, I still don’t think it matters much to have an absolute “True Meaning” unless he gives out one, and even then, art is appreciated in many ways, with so many facets and personal subjective connections. I don’t think I’m right, just that it’s what I perceived. And for me, it took me off guard how disconnected from the rest of the film the bridges were. They were so different in mood, in style, the bias, the commutative narrative going on. I couldn’t understand what Jungkook was saying, unlike all GCFs previous where it felt more coherent and I could at least somewhat figure out his message. And while perhaps Saipan simply doesn’t have a message, that’s hard to believe with this ongoing narrative.

This basically comes down to the opposing ideals in my mind. On one hand, I would hate to assume anything about someone I don’t actually know, especially when it’s something so personal and not-my-business. On the other hand, I would hate to dismiss anything that could be meaningful from an artist who put a lot of thought and handwork into a project of their’s. Something my art teacher of four years told me before “don’t be scared of being wrong about reading into an artwork, because they want you to see the things you are seeing”. Perhaps it’s all on purpose without any personal meaning? Maybe. I’ll stick with the “meaningful narrative but not necessarily romantic” for my own safety.

Who knows? Here’s some counterclaims to cheer you up and help me regain sanity.

Speculative counterarguments with responses and more doubt and speculation (my irl friend helped to come up with some of them, just in case):

Counterclaim:The song is meant to be taken platonically, with more focus on literal meaning on the chorus parts “Imma let you get the best of me”, aimed at either the members or at the fans. The song may also be promotional due to it having the same name as one of their own song. This means the entire video was focused more on promo (like the end “Summer Package” text).

Response: Jungkook does care about lyrics, and even with promo possibly being the main focus (which I do think it is a big part of it), I don’t think he will choose a song with the same name at random. However, it is possible he wanted to choose a song with the same name (promo, personal reason, who knows) and also thought the lyrics applied minimally (and liked it musically). As I said before, I am a big “lyrics can mean anything” person, so taking romantic lyrics and using them for platonic or other situations is something I can see happening. So yeah. This is definitely possible.

Counterclaim: Jimin is focused on for the bridge part because of the lyrics “I don’t wanna lie no more” tying to his “Lie” solo from Wings (my friend is the one who came up with this one)

Response: This one I find there is a low possibility of. Mostly because even if that was the case, why would Jimin dominate the entire bridge, including the other lyrics? Jungkook could have easily edited in other members, like the mixture he does for the verses and especially the choruses. Just put in a little shot of Jimin at the lie part and move on. So, this is unlikely (along with the fact that I really doubt Jungkook chooses songs and clips based on that) Which leads to the next counter:

Counterclaim: Jungkook very simply enjoys filming Jimin most, due to familiarity and Jimin being more comfortable with it. He’s at the bridges for content symmetry and also because there were simply more footage of him because of ease and accumulation. He sees Jimin as a very fun and goofy person, so he used the funny clips. There is no deeper meaning behind Jimin’s shots.

Response: Sure, I guess. This comes down to “how personal are the GCFs for Jungkook?”, which I would personally say very much so but I digress. They’ve already proven that Jungkook enjoys pointing the camera Jimin a lot in recent interviews (5th army mainly). I still think the most questionable parts of the video was how Jimin was singled out at the bridge parts and what the lyrics could possibly mean along with that, but I won’t rule this one out for the sake of accumulating other possibilities, no matter how much I believe in Jungkook’s artistic vision and my innate enjoyment in getting random meanings out of everything for fun. Again, platonic intention is possible to me. You may disagree, and that’s completely fine. I’m still neutral about this, because hey, anything is possible. So don’t get too carried away.

Counterclaim: So what about Osaka, if you consider the lyrics literally? Does that mean Taehyung, Jimin, and Junkook are in a love triangle?

Response: Honestly, I would like to do a personal analysis of Osaka in a separate post in the future (if I have time). Here’s a taste of what I think of it in a shorter answer to Osaka in general: it is actually possibly my favorite GCF, reasons being that I adore the the little no-music cuts Jungkook did, and also because Vmin is one of my favorite relationships in Bangtan. Due to sentimental reasons, Vmin has a very special place to my heart. Osaka feeds that part of my soul I suppose. Now, about the lyrics and the supposed love training happening, the thing is that Osaka is very different from Saipan in terms of use of perspective, use of cuts, screen time, etc. Personally, I see Osaka as a film about the maknae-line as a whole, with a smidgen of Jimin-bias. I don’t see the film about a love triangle, especially not a romantic one. Hope I can make a separate post detailing this.

Now that I’m done, I want people to not overthink it too much (unlike me). Of course, Saipan for me personally was just incredibly interesting because of how off and strange it felt to me in comparison to the other GCFs, but in regards to shipping, don’t invest too much emotionally. Enjoy what you get from all members, get attached to a pair maybe. But don’t let it completely take over your life. I like the speculative agnostic approach best (similar to my favorite blogger in regards to KM). Sure, Saipan had me go insane for two days straight out of the blue, but coming down from the insanity was a learning experience, especially returning to my neutral stance, which I enjoy greatly.

Making this more clear once again: this is not a post exposing Jungkook or anything. I do not claim any of this as his real thoughts. In fact, I don’t even believe any of what I’ve interpreted entirely. Those to me are “possibilities” to be thought, but not to be declared as truth. I think I’m probably wrong about a lot of this. Since again, why else do people still question what exactly Mona Lisa was smiling so mysteriously about? (she knows something we don’t, as the critics say).

If you want a more impartial opinion on GCF in Saipan, I recommend this director's outlook. I recommend using a non-biased mind to read this non-biased outlook. It is very interesting by itself as a professional's opinion. Please do not take the post as fodder for ships nor the definitive meaning of Saipan (if there even was one, who knows). We will never know for sure unless Jungkook ever decided to explain it if he wishes to. And if he never does, that’s fine too. Distinguishing what is reality, what is our reality, and what is someone else’s reality is extremely important.

Thanks for reading if you did! Hope it wasn’t the most awful thing ever. Tell me what you think about my interpretation, my opinions, counterarguments and counter-counterarguments. I do like KM as a ship now in some way, but again, all in good fun, and I don’t really want to give the relationship any labels. I don’t really want to take any of this too far other than a long rant to let out some parallel universe thoughts.

This was made also before I really got into any KM speculation, and it’s all very interesting. But I currently don’t really want to form a solid opinion on anything, or read too deeply. Maybe I will, one day. Or not. Since like I said, I’m not good at reading people.

It’s very likely no one will even see this, but as a personal record of my thoughts, it feels good to put them down.

💦 ☔💦

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matsbarzal · 7 years ago

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Stay - Mat Barzal

Notes: the request asked for some angst with a lil happiness at the end so voila!! hope you guys enjoy! I'm slowly and steadily getting through what I wanted to get through (aka its easter weekend and I have no life!!) also a warning before you read this, I do not whatsoever condone cheating! its all completely fake so please don’t take it as anything else.

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Mitch Marner or Noah Hanifin

You could really only count on one hand how many times you had met the Islanders forward. Each time either being at a family function, or whatever dinner that Jacob invited you too, that Mat just so happened to also be going to. You couldn’t deny that there was an obvious attraction between the two of you, and it was incredibly hard to resist the subtle advances he was trying to throw at you while you stood beside his cousin, arms looped together with your boyfriend.

You knew it was terrible, silently lusting after your boyfriend’s cousin, but you couldn’t help it, especially right now. Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight a few weeks prior, to the point that you kicked him out of your shared apartment for the week, citing that you needed space and him staying there wasn’t going to help. The both of you reconciled, with you agreeing to come to his Grandmother’s for Easter dinner, a sentiment to how much his family loved you.

“So, (Y/N), our little Jakey over here was telling us you’re going to New York for a week next month, are you excited?” Looking up at the mention of your name, you politely nodded your head at Jake’s uncle.

“Yeah, it’s work-oriented so it’s not like I’m going to be able to have too much fun. They want me to check out a few lots, send them information on real estate agents so they can decide what they’re going to do about their New York office.”

A voice piped up from across the table, startling you from your internal thoughts, “Where are you staying?”

Turning to the sound of the voice, you watched Mat’s eyebrow quirk questioningly, waiting for an answer.

“I uh… haven’t figured it out yet, probably just a hotel close to a few sites or something.”

“You can stay with me, I have the room and you’re basically family, not gonna make you spend five grand on a hotel for a week.”

A few people at the table looked at Mat in shock, he never offered to let anyone else in the family stay at his apartment, claiming it was ‘too small’ and that not everyone would fit. He apparently also didn’t enjoy setting up the guest room, but that’s just a second-hand rumour.

“Aw, Mathew, that’s so sweet of you.” Their grandma gushed at his words, affectionately grinning at her superstar grandson.

“I don’t wanna impose and mess up your mumbo-jumbo, Mat, its okay.”

“No, no, I insist. I’ll rarely even be there.”

“This is obviously the kitchen, it’s free to use whenever you want, but I can’t promise that there’s any food or spices or anything. I don’t really eat at home that much.” Mat began walking you through the house, pointing out the rooms you were most likely to use and the cabinets that had anything you needed in them.

“My rooms right here, laundry rooms beside it, and the guest rooms just across the hall from both. The thermostats right there, I don’t turn it on unless it’s super cold, or hot as fuck, but if you wanna turn it on, be my guest.”

Walking behind the Islanders forward, you listened to every word he said, occasionally allowing your gaze to move to a specific part of him. His biceps, face, and your gaze was also drawn to his butt, an easy feat when you were walking right behind him.

“There’s a likely chance I won’t be here that much during the day, we usually have an early morning practice and then one of the boys and I will go out and get food, but I’ll let you know if I do just in case you’re hungry and want me to bring you something to eat.”

Shaking your head, you smiled at the man in front of you, “It’s okay, really. I probably won’t be here much anyways, and you’re already going above and beyond for me, no need to go any further.”

“Nah, if I didn’t wanna go above and beyond for you I wouldn’t. Don’t stress about it, but I do have a favour to ask in return.” Turning to you, he gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen, a bright flyer lying on top of the glass table.

“So, there’s this… team party, I guess you could call it. The guys don’t know you’re staying with me, nor do they know who you are… and I need a date. How do you feel about it? No one has to know you’re Jake’s girl, and I won’t tell Jake about it. I just don’t want the guys harping on my ass all night about how I never bring a date.”

Laughing at his words, you cut him off with a nod, “I’m down. Is it casual or formal?”

“Formal, you’ll most likely need a dress. I’ll pay for it if you don’t have one with you.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day, Mr. Barzal. I was supposed to meet up with a business partner for dinner tomorrow, so I just so happen to have a very classy dress in my bag.” You gestured to your luggage that was still lying by the front door, a wicked grin on your lips.

“Perfect, (Y/N).”

Spending the first three days in awkward silence whenever the two of you came near one another was not how you expected this trip to go. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to expect when you accepted Mat’s offer to stay at his apartment during your time in New York, but it definitely wasn’t the complete avoidance and awkward silence of one another.

On the inside, you knew it all stemmed from the attraction you both felt for each other, not wanting to overstep either persons boundaries, in the hopes that whatever feeling would go away. But, unsurprisingly, it didn’t.

“Do you want me to uh… make dinner tonight? I don’t have any meetings with agents or partners, and I know you don’t have a game?”

Mat turned to you in shock, not expecting the words that came out of your mouth, really, not expecting you to talk at all. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but you’re doing so much for me and I really haven’t done anything for you to make up for mooching off of you for a week.”

“Nah, you’re not Jake, you don’t mooch. You’re grateful about it, unlike that jackass.”

Raising an eyebrow at his words, he stood his ground, continuing to go on about why your boyfriend was a jackass, and why he was such a dick.

“Really, I don’t get why you’re dating him. Have you seen how the man dresses? He acts like he’s 45, not 21. It’s weird.”

Laughing, you tried to shake your head in denial at his words, but you couldn’t, knowing that there was no falseness to his rant. Jake really did dress like a 45 year old, which you usually didn’t care about because it truly wasn’t a big deal, but when Mat brought it up, it felt like it was.

“He’s a cool guy, I’ve known him for like… ever. It was kind of just expected that we’d get together, ya know?”

Reluctantly, the man in front of you nodded his head, choosing to change the topic of conversation after that. “So dinner?”

Dinner was a success; a line of conversation was easily picked up between the two of you as you chomped away at the veal parmigiana, Mat eagerly praising your cooking skills after every bite.

“I don’t mean to sound weird, but this feels and tastes like a fucking orgasm in my mouth.”

A small blush tinged your cheeks at his words, as you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together at the idea of an orgasm. You and Jake had been lacking in the sex department recently, with your relationship on the rocks and the fact that he was always ‘too tired’ to do anything. It didn’t help that the small noises coming out of Mat’ mouth every time he took a bite were slowly helping to turn you on.

When both of your plates were cleared, and the dishes washed, you were about to tell him that you were most likely going to bed until he interrupted your train of thought, “Did you wanna watch a movie with me? I’m not tired, and it’ll feel weird just watching a movie in the living room by myself.”

Contemplating his proposition, you nodded your head after a second, “Sure. I just have to do something real quick, and then I’ll meet you in the living room?”

Nodding his head in agreement, you walked towards the guest room with the intention of changing out of your current clothes and into more comfier, hopefully fluffier ones.

You shuffled through your clothes, pulling out a pair of fluffy pajamas and a long sleeve top. After pulling your shirt off your body, and unclipping your bra, the bedroom door slammed open to reveal a now-shocked looking Mat Barzal. You quickly covered your chest, the heat of your skin getting worse and worse with every passing second of silence.

Something was off about him. You couldn’t tell if it was the way he was now looking at you, or if it was the way he was slowly edging closer… and closer… and closer to you, until he was standing directly in front of you. You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face as you both stared at each other. Half a beat later and his lips were against yours, slowly moving, encouraging you to kiss him back. Your lips easily moved in sync, just as your brain started to rationalize what was going on, and when it did, you quickly pushed him away from you, a look of terror crossing your face.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

The tension between you two could be cut with a knife. It was obvious to anyone who was truly paying attention, both of you sitting a distance away from one another, barely any words spoken, and it was obvious by the lack of matching tie and dress, there was a bit of a miscommunication between the two.

“Where’d you two meet?” Looking towards the voice, you made eye contact with John Tavares, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Mutual friends.”

“At a party.”

Both statements were said at the same time, all the other people who were at the table looking at the two of you weirdly.

“We were introduced at a party by mutual friends.” You easily corrected the lies told by one another, most of the people there still not entirely believing you, but they left it alone, joining in on other conversations surrounding them.

You didn’t notice Mat’s hand move until it was placed on the inside of your knee, where it gently began to rub up and down, the friction bringing a shiver to your body. You chose not to question it, instead joining in on the conversation that John’s girlfriend was having with one of the other girls. When he realized you were ignoring him, Mat moved his hand up your thigh a little bit more, edging to the spot that you knew was getting wetter and wetter with every movement.

You quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him up alongside you and asking to be excused for a moment. You pulled him along to the lobby of the banquet center you were currently at, internally glaring at the man behind you.

When you were away from any nosy ears and eyes, you turned to the Rangers forward, “What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe you casually sliding your hand up my god damn thigh?”

Smirking at you, Mat once again moved himself into your personal space, “Why does it matter? It’s not like it affects you or anything.”

“Maybe it does affect me, you jackass.”

“How so?” Bending down to whisper in your ear, Mat began, “Is it affecting you because you want me to fuck you? Maybe it’s because little Jakey is just that, little and boring? Or is it because you want me to do so many things to you, you can’t put them into words without having to spray yourself with holy water after? I know you know what I’m talking about, (Y/N). Don’t act like I’m an idiot.”

Pressing you against the wall, he gently nosed again your neck, pressing tiny kisses against the exposed skin as he let his words go down through your body. “Jesus, Mat.”

Before he could react, you were pressing your lips against his which he eagerly responded to. He shoved you harder against the wall, wedging a leg between your thighs which allowed you to grind down, small whimpers leaving your mouth at every grind.

“Let me take you home, let me show you what it means to get properly fucked, not selfishly fucked.”

You didn’t deny him, instead allowing him to drag you away and towards the car, any idea of repercussions being pushed to the back of your head.

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #mine

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rudemaidenswrite · 7 years ago

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Ice Cold Mind Games

Part 6

Written by: @bookchic20 and @sylvanasthebansheequeen

Warnings: language and slight sexual implications

Italics are what the professor says in someones head

-A couple days later le time skip-

“Ugh I hated that me, you, and Kurt had class today plus Alex was in training all day and nobody was with her.” Jessie complains to Peter as they start walking towards the med bay to visit with Stacie.

“They even had my schedule so packed that I didn’t even had time to run down and see her even with my super speed.” Peter says clearly annoyed with the situation. “I don’t think my schedule has ever been that busy. I seriously don’t know why they had me doing so much extra crap today.”

“Right like what the heck are they thinking. I mean I know she’s in a coma and all but I still want to make sure one of us is with her like as much as possible.” Jessie continues as the door to the med bay slides open. “Huh shouldn’t Hank or someone be down here keeping an eye on her vital signs or whatever?”

“Hey guys long time no see.” Wade exclaims from his spot on an empty bed, around a mouthful of blueberry lollipop.

There was a short moment of silence where Jessie and Peter looked around the room for Stacie, quickly noticing that she was nowhere to be seen and that Wade was in fact sitting on the bed that previously belonged to Stacie.

And then Jessie exploded. “Where is she?!” Jessie screeches. “What happened to her?! What is going on!?” Jessie rants not taking a breath grabbing a box sitting on the counter and throwing it a Wade’s face, knocking Wade backwards off the bed he was occupying.

“Jessie, hey Jessie calm down. Give him a second to answer.” Peter says grabbing Jessie and holding her back from launching herself at Wade.

“Yeah calm down it's not nice to go around throwing stuff and breaking peoples lollies.” Wade whines like a small child.

“Rampage!” Jessie says as she hurls a large snowball at Wade hitting him in the stomach.

“Look all I know is that Iron Sides, Furball and Crotchy Grandpa put on her on The Blackbird and took off! I don’t know where they went!” He wheezed.

“Stop talking nonsense Wilson and just tell me where they took her.” Jessie yells at him not noticing Colossus slip into the room.

“Возьми этот к��кс.” (Here take this cupcake.) Collosus extended his hand to Jessie.

She looked up at Colossus. Her face softened. “There isn’t a cupcake.”

“I read on the intranet that you should give an angry person imaginary cupcake.”

“That has to be like the worst advice solution thing ever.”

“Maybe but you are not angry anymore дорогая.” (dear.)

“I…well…well played big guy well played.” Jessie says.

“Wait does everyone know Russian besides me because I am completely confused.” Wade asks, looking back and forth between everyone.

“Da.” Everyone responds.

“Well fuck you I don’t want to be in your club anyways.” Wade says getting up. “I’m gonna go back and hang with the Avengers maybe see what Petey’s up to.”

“No, you can not right now.” Colossus says grabbing Wade by the arm as he tries to leave.

“Why not I wanna see my Petey.” Wade says annoyed.

“Um… because you cant.” He says jerking his head towards Jessie and Peter very obviously. “We are down three staff members and we need all the help we can get.” Colossus says unconvincingly.

“Um.. what was that? You don’t want the readers to know that Stacie was taken to the Avengers training facility in Upstate New York just off U.S. route 20 at 555 Lantern Lane, Syracuse, New York 13204. Oh that’s right you guys aren’t supposed to find out for a couple more pages, when she’s actually getting healed by the machine thingy that healed Hawkeye in Age of Ultron after he got shot in the side. Man I kinda miss that archer. I’m going to have to look him up and see if he wants to hang. Ok well I won’t tell them that for sure now.” Wade says while Collosus stares at him in disbelief. “Shit was that out loud.” He says before looking over to where Jessie and Peter had just been standing moments before. “Oh oops.” Wade says shrugging his shoulders.

Collosus sighs grabbing his phone before dialing the professor’s number, Charles answered after the second ring. “Um…sir the thing you said that Wade would do well yeah he let them know where you all are. And they disappeared probably on their way with Kurt, and more than likely Alex. Sorry.”

“Ok we will bring them back when we are done here just please keep an eye on the rest of the students and let the other teachers know where they are.” The Professor says before hanging up. Looking at the others in the room the Professor sighs before approaching them. “It seems that we will be having a few more visitors shortly.”

“Wait you told more people about this place it supposed to be a secret.” Tony says annoyed. “I’m sorry Mr. Stark, but it seems like our mutual friend Wade let the location slip to a few of our students.” The Professor starts to explain.

“Mutual! Mutual my ass, he isn’t allowed anywhere near here. Ever since the pancake incident.” Tony stomped his foot and pouted.

Ana stepped forward. “Actually the pancake incident was my fault. I wanted pancakes.”

“Ermergerd. Hank seriously? I dyed my hair blue to match you. And you have brown hair.” Lucine announced her entrance into the med bay.

“Yeah sure. Just everyone come in here. It’s not like anything is happening in here or anything.” Tony said exasperated.

“Lucine your hair is always blue.” Ana rolled her eyes.

“Hersh up Solana.”

Hank embraced Lucine. “Well I had to make a new batch of suppressants and what better way to test it than on myself. And I realize how horrible that sounds now that I’m saying it out loud. Why am I still talking out loud?”

“Wait up Lucine.” Steve says as he walks in the room behind his wife. “Oh so sorry we didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Um, speak for yourself Steve. I live to interrupt Tony plus Hank and the Professor are here and I haven’t seen them in forever.” Lucine whines.

“You saw me two months ago.” Hank starts before Lucine presses her finger to his mouth.

“Shhh Shhh Hank that’s forever in my time.”

“Anyway, it is an honor to meet you sir.” Steve says shaking the Professors hand.

“And you too Captain I’ve heard many a great things about you” The Professor says with a nod and a smile.

Logan coughed making his presence known to the rest of the room. “I’m here too ya know.”

Lucine groaned. “Yes we are all aware of your presence Mr. Howlett, we are however choosing to ignore it while you skulk around in the corner.”

He growled and crossed the room to Lucine in two strides. “Lucine.”

She straightened herself up and glared up at him. “Logan.”

“Ana!” Solana jumped in between the pair, trying to lighten the mood.

Unprompted and in unison the pair replied. “Not now Ana. Mommy and Daddy are fighting.”

Solana looked confused. “I’m older than you Lucine. Why are you my Mom? And why is Logan my Dad?” Downtrodden she left the pair alone.

BAMF! In a blue puff of smoke Jessie, Kurt, and Alex appear in the room, shortly followed by a silver blur that was Peter. “Ha Peter I told you Kurt was faster.” Jessie says laughing at Peter before following his gaze to where the rest of the occupants were staring at the four of them. “Oh um Hi.” Jessie says waving to a confused Tony Stark. “Um… sorry to interrupt but we are looking for our friend who was kidnapped from her hospital bed without notifying her next of kin aka me.” She says before pointing to herself.

Peter looks over at her. “Wait what about me am I not her next of kin?” Peter asks.

“No Peter I am. You are just her, unofficially official not boyfriend but totally her boyfriend, and I thought you knew that already.”

“Can you not do that right now.” Hank says from his place next to the Professor and Steve.

“Who are you to tell us what to do?” Jessie says rudely, then turns to Peter. “Doesn’t he sound a bit like Hank.”

“Well…” Peter starts, before being interrupted.

“Oh my god it is Hank!” Jessie exclaims.

“HA! I’m not the only one who gets confused when you’re not blue Hank!” Lucine points in his direction while maintaining eye contact with Logan. Jessie followed the sound of an unfamiliar voice and saw a petite blue haired girl locked in an intense stare with Logan. Anger bubbled in Jessie’s throat. She clenched her fists.

“We are sorry for not telling you but we did plan on letting you know once we had gotten her back to the mansion.” Hank says, drawing Jessie’s attention back to the conversation at hand.

“I get that y’all are helping but you can’t just take her away from me without telling me…” Jessie trails off starting to tear up. She’s all I have left. She angrily rubbed at her eyes.

I am truly sorry Jessica. I can assure you this was not the plan. We had planned on taking Stacie while you were in class and unfortunately we ran behind on our schedule.

“Ok what is going on right now who are these kids?” Tony asks confusedly looking to the Professor for answers.

“First of all, Mr. Stark these students are all over the age of eighteen and secondly these are the guests I told you about.” The Professor answered Stark’s question. “Won’t you introduce yourself to our gracious host please students.”

“Hey, I’m Peter Maximoff, I’m awkward and I run fast.”

“Alex”

“I am Kurt Wagner, also known as the incredible nightcrawler.”

There was a silence as Jessie failed to introduce herself. She stared intently at Logan and the girl.

“Miss Baise, won’t you introduce yourself, please.” The Professor asks drawing her attention.

“What oh yeah…” Jessie turned back to Stark after her attention had again been diverted towards Logan and the blue haired girl. “My name is Jessie I have control over icy things.”

“Ana can I have a hand please?” Bruce’s voice suddenly came through over the intercom.

“Of course Bruce! Apparently Mommy and Daddy are fighting and I don’t know why.” She scurried towards the back of the med bay.

After a few moments Bruce and Ana emerged from another room in the med bay pushing a gurney. Jessie shoved Peter backwards as she rushed over to her friend.

“Are you really that selfish?” Peter asked from the floor. Jessie shot back a glare at him. She wiggled her fingers and some ice appeared under Peter, hindering his ability to stand up.

“Everything went swimmingly.” Bruce stated to the crowd that had appeared in the med bay.

“Excellent.” The Professor said. “Now we can take Miss Barcus back to the mansion with us and begin to take her off of the pentobarbital.”

Beside Jessie, Stacie started to twitch on the gurney. “Uh.” Jessie shook her head. Maybe she had just imagined it. Stacie twitched again. “Okay so that’s definitely happening.” Jessie quickly turned towards the Professor who was talking with Tony and Bruce with Hank. “Professor? Hank? Logan?”

Jessie quickly ducked as she heard metal rattling behind her. A chair immediately flew over her head and shattered the window immediately to Tony’s right.

“What the hell was that?” Tony screeched cowering behind Steve.

“Her suppressants are wearing off.” Hank excused himself from the small group and injected a small syringe full of yellowish liquid into the IV on Stacie’s arm. “We should be good now.” Hank helped Jessie off the floor.

“SHE DID IT ON PURPOSE!” Tony yelled.

“TONY. SHE IS IN A COMA!” Bruce yells mirroring Tony’s emotion level.

“Thank you very much Mr. Stark for allowing us to use your Regeneration Cradle.” Hank says rolling Stacie over to the group with Jessie’s help.

“I am truly sorry about your window Mr. Stark. You can add that to our bill if you so wish. However for now we should be on our way.” The professor says as he holds his hand out to shake Starks. Stark just stood there staring between the window and Stacie.

“Don’t worry about the window Charles.” Bruce starts as he shakes his hand instead of Tony. “We just hope that she gets better soon.”

*“Thank you Bruce, we will keep you updated on how she progresses.” Charles turns his attention towards the students. “Peter, Alex, Kurt, and Jessie. Please follow Hank to the Blackbird. We will be leaving shortly.”

“But Professor-”

“Miss Baise we will be leaving soon now that our objective here is complete.”

There will be no further discussion on the subject.

Jessie sighed as Alex grabbed her arm and forced her to follow.

“Are you two just going to keep staring at each other?” Steve sighed looking at the pair. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“Ugh just leave your wife to her drama, and go help Bruce clean up the med bay why don’t you.” Tony says as he stares at the broken window. “While I go and try to find someone that can get a window made and delivered asap.” He sighs before walking out of the room.

“Alright Bruce lets go then since Tony is apparently in control of this situation.” Steve says as he and Bruce head through the doors to the back of the med bay.

Ana wormed her way in between Logan and Lucine. She poked Lucine in the face. Lucine didn’t flinch. After a few more pokes and prods Ana reluctantly gave up. “Screw this. I’m going to go bug Sam. He was making cookies earlier. And I’m going to eat all of them so you can’t have any!” Ana stuck her tongue out at Lucine before making her way to the elevator.

“I know you two want to have your chat.” Charles turned towards Logan and Lucine. “And normally I wouldn’t mind however, we do have students with us, so please make it as short as possible.” Charles turned his chair around and wheeled himself towards the jet. Where everyone was starting to load into the jet.

“Is he always that bossy?” Lucine asks cracking her neck.

“Eh you get used to him.” Logan grumbles. “Now go ahead and say it.”

“Say what?” She asks.

“Look I’ve known you long enough I know you have something to say.”

“What?! I have no clue what you are talking about Logan.” Lucine says sarcastically.

He narrowed his eyes. “Lucine.” He growled.

She threw her hands up exasperated. “How old is she?”

“Stacie’s 19.”

“The other one. The one who gave me frostbite.” She pulled down the shoulder of her shirt. Her shoulder was turning a light blueish gray.

“Are you fucking kidding me! You didn’t even flinch! How are you okay?” Logan placed his hand on her shoulder trying to warm it up.

Lucine laughed. “I grew up with Ana. She made Steve cry on our first date because she slapped him. Like Solana made Captain America cry.”

“Shit. I didn’t know she hit that hard.”

Lucine snapped her fingers in his face. “Oh no. Oh no no no. You will not be deterring this conversation. How old is Jessie?”

“She’s 19 too.”

“Oh thank God. She’s legal.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Jessie peered around the corner of the med bay.

Lucine chuckled. “Logan Logan Logan. I’ve gotten those bedroom eyes from you enough. I know that damn look. Or as Ana puts it the chocolate cake look.”

“Because you love chocolate cake.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“God I love you.” Lucine wrapped her arm around his waist.

Logan kissed the top of her head. “I love you too kid.”

Jessie. You are supposed to be on the plane.

She jumped. “Professor. I was just uh yeah.”

“Come on Jessie. Logan and Lucine are old friends.”

“I wasn’t…It’s not like I care I mean.” Jessie stutters out.

“Sure you don’t, now come on they will be along shortly. Let’s get you buckled up in the Blackbird.” Charles says as he starts to lead Jessie back to the plane.

“Hold on Professor. I have to tie my shoe.” Jessie bent down and pretended to tie her shoes while watching.

“Take care of yourself kid.”

“You too old man.”

Logan laughed. “And you never complained about that before when I made you co-”

Lucine cut him off by placing a quick kiss on his lips. “Shut up James.”

He rubbed his lips. “I hate that you do that platonically.”

She wiggled her left hand in front of his face. “You don’t get non-platonically anymore.” She slapped his butt. “Now get moving sweetcheeks. You gotta plane to catch.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” He made his way to the Blackbird. There was only one open seat next to Jessie. Logan sat down and buckled himself in. Jessie immediately stood up and sat on Alex’s lap. Alex sighed and unbuckled himself. Jessie buckled herself into Alex’s now vacant seat.

She saw you kiss Lucine. She’s upset.

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rabbitwrite · 8 years ago

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Dodging Death (pt. 4) ー Lee Minhyuk

「ｌｅｅｍｉｎｈｙｕｋ x ｒｅａｄｅｒ」

au: modern grim reaper

characters: reader (gender neutral), minhyuk, i.m (+ another mx member as the grim reader, their identity is introduced in this part)

genre: adventure, comedy, fantasy

word count: 2420

warning: implied death, someone dies in the beginning but they’re not really a character

Death’s got a new intern, and apparently he’s not doing his job right. The death rate has risen drastically, and the grim reaper allows lee minhyuk to assist him with collecting the souls of the departed. You happen to be one of the most recent deaths, but the rookie decides to spare you. The grim reaper himself, however, strongly disagrees with his decision. Death’s intern doesn’t seem so bad if you didn’t evaluate him career wise, but it’s hard to to get to know him when the grim reaper himself is out to get you.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | + masterlist

Bang!

The unmistakable sound of a gunshot commanded the attention of the Grim Reaper from afar, leading him towards his latest target much more reliably than his scroll in disguise did.

Swiftly, he proceeded down a narrow alleyway in which the sound came from. The loud noise subsided, only to be replaced by silent pitter patter as a gang of men fled the scene.

A pity, thought the Grim Reaper as he locked eyes with the victim who had been shot. This person's figure was slumped against a trashcan, and they clutched their chest desperately, but it barely managed to prevent blood from spilling out of their wound. The victim stared at the Grim Reaper with terror riddled in their eyes.

At this particular moment, Death was disguised in an outfit consisting of ripped jeans, a pair of Nikes, and a sukajan jacket. The only part of his attire that was not colored black were the tigers embroidered on the back and sleeves of his jacket, the heavy gold chains that hung around his neck, and the jade ring he wore on his left hand.

The mortal used their last bit of strength to scramble backwards, hitting their back against the wall. The Grim Reaper proceeded forward, bending down once he was less than a meter away.

"Death comes for us all eventually, though sometimes sooner than others. It's a shame, it truly is, but there can be no exceptions." He shook his head solemnly as if to offer his condolences.

There had been an uprising in the amount of murders these days, and there was little pity to spare. The only thing Death could truly offer was his services.

Extending his arm to reach for the wound, the Grim Reaper cautiously placed his palm against the bleeding flesh. The victim looked as if they wanted to retaliate, but too much of them had already been drained away by the bullet. The two locked eyes, and the sensation of fear dissolved into nothingness.

The target has passed away.

Faint wisps emitted from the hollow corpse of the victim, the last of their essence as their time within the Mortal Zone came to an end. Their soul.

Before it could cluster or materialize, it was absorbed by the jade embedded into the Grim Reaper's ring. The more it seeped into the stone, the more the scarlet liquid that had stained his hand subsided.

Once their soul was fully contained, the Grim Reaper retracted his hand without a trace of blood upon his skin. From the pocket of his jacket he took out his cell phone, the scroll in disguise, and held his finger against the name of the latest target.

"Cause of death... bullet to the heart," he whispered close to the mic. "Target deceased."

A prolonged ring emitted from the device the moment Death completed his last syllable.

Startled by the sudden noise, the Grim Reaper jumped up while clenching his fingers tighter around the phone.

Displayed on the screen was a header, 'Incoming Call' with the name of one of his subordinates below it.

"Yes, I.M? What is it now?" the Grim Reaper questioned as soon as he picked up the call.

From the other side of the line back in the Eternal Zone, I.M stiffened. The tone in his boss' voice obviously indicated that he was irritated by the interference, especially considering that it was interrupting his duties.

"Sorry sir, I know you're busy. I didn't want to interrupt you or anything but uh, I just thought you might like to know something about your intern..."

The Grim Reaper narrowed his eyes. "Minhyuk? What about him? On second thought, I don't want to know."

"No, no, no! You do want to know I swear, just please listen to me for a moment," I.M pleaded. "Minhyuk, he... made a little mistake with his first target,"

"Let me guess, did the runt fail to follow the set time of death? Or did he have some sort of trouble with getting a hold of the soul?"

There was a brief pause on I.M's behalf as he hastily tried to form some sort of response in his mind before speaking. In the risky waters he was treading in, he needed to take just the right measures to prevent himself from drowning. "Er, neither of those guesses are correct... or possible."

"Why not? Get to the point, I.M. I have things to do," the Grim Reaper huffed as the last of his patience slipped away at a rapid pace.

"Neither of those guesses are possible because... his target never, uh, died."

Death's jaw dropped, hanging low as he froze in utter shock. "They're still alive?"

"Yeah... boss, I know what you're thinking, it's a minor setback but I'm sure he won't-"

The Grim Reaper scowled into the mic, successfully cutting I.M's sentence off in the process. "Minor set back?! I told that kid to do his job right!"

He continued to rant through the call, but I.M was scarcely able to process the Grim Reaper's fury as he was too occupied with shivering in fear. He had never heard his boss so furious.

The only snippet he managed to understand was something about Minhyuk "having to prepare himself for what's about to come," but the boss hung up before I.M could question the notion.

Needless to say, there was a possibility that an additional name would be added to the list of those destined to depart.

"Where are you taking me?" Minhyuk questioned with a bit of a whiny tone. You pulled him by the wrist as you led him into your work building, only releasing when you reached the entrance to grab hold of your ID card instead. Pressing the flat plastic against the sensor, it unlocked the doorway and allowed the two of you to proceed inside. Scanning the area in search for any other co-workers, you sighed inwardly once you concluded that the interior was void of any other person. You folded your arms across your chest in an almost hostile manner, turning to face Minhyuk. "I was supposed to go on a little business trip for the day, I was hoping my boss was joking about leaving anyone who came late." "Sorry," Minhyuk held his hands up in surrender. "Though you probably would've missed the trip anyways," "Yeah, I definitely would've if I actually died back there!" you scowled, narrowing your eyes at the way he said such a comment so innocently and nonchalant. "Care to tell me your 'long story' now?" The redhead widened his eyes as his lips formed a tiny 'o' shape. "Oh, er, right. Like I said, it's kind of a hard concept for mortals to grasp, I've never really had to explain it because I'm really just an amateur, butー" "It's fine, Minhyuk. I missed my trip, I have time to listen to whatever you have to say." You interrupted, though it was clear that your patience was decreasing. "Okay, well you know about the whole 'Grim Reaper' thing, right?" "The skeleton guy in rags who chases people around with a giant scythe when it's time for them to die? Sure," you snorted without any idea as to where he was taking this. Minhyuk's eyebrows furrowed. "He's... not really a skeleton, and he definitely doesn't wear rags. The Grim Reaper does have a pretty impressive scythe, though.” "Why are you talking about the Grim Reaper like you know him personally?" you mimicked his expression. "Well, I work for him, so I kind of do..." he trailed off a bit awkwardly, bracing himself for your next reaction. It was almost like you had lost your voice. "You... you..." "I know it's a bit hard to take in, but yeah, this guy is Death's intern," Minhyuk gestured to himself with a newfound cheeky grin. "You... are just messing with me, aren't you? Minhyuk, you don’t have to make up such a far-fetched excuse. Just admit it, you accidentally almost got me killed but managed to save me in time.” You completed the stutters you left off from, catching the man you were speaking to off guard.

He didn’t expect you to be in that much of denial.

"Whaー but I'm not lying! The Grim Reaper really is my boss, and I was supposed to help him collect souls of the departed because the death rate is so high. You really were one of the people scheduled to die, it's a really complicated process, that's why I'm having so much trouble explaining!"

"Yeah right, and my business trip was going to be in Narnia! No wonder they left without me!" you responded sarcastically.

Minhyuk's head tilted sideways ever so slightly, and he sent you a look of confusion. It took you a moment to realize that the man didn't understand sarcasm, but at least the lack of understanding was mutual. You didn't understand what sort of fantasy he was trying to explain to you.

"Look Minhyuk, if you're not going to be serious about this, the exit is where we came from. I won't report you or whatever, you can just... go," you sighed in defeat.

"No, no, no!" he shook his head frantically. "That's not a good idea. I still can't let you wander about when I should be taking you to the Eternal Zone!"

You were just about to ask him about the so called "Eternal Zone", but a ringtone emitting in the pocket of Minhyuk's hoodie prevented you from doing so.

Pulling out the cellular device from his clothing, death’s intern tilted the screen towards him. A message from I.M was displayed on the screen, outlined in a prominent red that caused him to grimace upon reading.

I.M

bad news. the boss is fuming and he basically said you’d have to prepare yourself for whats to come. there wasnt much i could do so good luck pal youre gonna need it!!

“What’s wrong?” you leaned forward and peered at his screen, taken aback by the sudden change in Minhyuk’s behaviour.

“I don’t know who’s more endangered between the two of us,” he responded sheepishly.

You gulped. Something in the tone of his voice made you feel like he was being genuine. Like he wasn’t lying. After being caught up in a near death situation, however, you hoped your new suspicions were wrong.

But no, you were proven right by a crash that bellowed from a distance. Somewhere upstairs, perhaps? You were too startled by the sudden noise to pinpoint the area or source exactly.

As much as you wanted to oppose the notion, you couldn’t just ignore it. You were the only worker in the building at the moment after all. “I’m going upstairs to check what that sound was,” you declared.

“Wait!” Minhyuk grabbed your wrist desperately, tugging you back towards him. You lingered a bit, cheeks flushing upon the contact. His hands were cold, much colder than you initially remembered them to be. Were they always that cold?

Casting those thoughts aside, you pulled yourself free from his grasp and dashed towards the stairs. The redhead trailed after you, following you as if he were a lost puppy. The upset look on his face added onto the effect, though you didn’t want to focus on that.

Reaching the top of the steps, you were greeted by the setting of desks and computers sprawled about in discord, papers and other office supplies scattered and astray. A man stood not too far from the two of you, most likely the root cause of the chaos that was now the second floor.

Initially, his back was turned against you. But once he sensed your presence, the man turned around. Clad in a suit of pitch black with various buttons and badges pinned against the luxurious fabric, his appearance clearly made him look like he meant business, literally. If you didn’t work here, you would have mistaken him for the CEO of some sort. His hair was a bit out of place, yet the brilliant scarlet shade seemed so fitting. You could have sworn there was a glint in his eyes a similar shade.

He smiled graciously, revealing his deep dimples in the process. Half of you wanted to smile back, and the other half of you wanted to cower in fear. Who was this stranger, and what were they doing here?

You cleared your throat before speaking, taking the opportunity to conjure up the right words. “Excuse me sir, but only authorized personnel are permitted within this building. Therefore you should not be here, and you certainly shouldn’t be creating such a mess.”

Minhyuk hid behind you, clutching your shoulders while peeking over your left side. His touch was frigid, sending shivers down your spine, but as much as you wanted to shrug him off you needed a reminder that you weren’t alone.

“Oh. Forgive me then,” the man responded, a bit too nonchalant for you to get comfortable. “I guess I did get a bit carried away, hm? I’m just here to… collect something. Since someone was unable to do their job right,” his expression darkened, and his eyes darted to your side. It took a moment for you to realize he was now focusing on Minhyuk.

“L-listen boss, I’m really, really, sorry!” the redhead stammered, pulling you backwards which caused you to stumble a bit.

Turning around to face him, you asked, “You know this man?”

“Of course he does. He’s my intern after all,” the man had taken steps closer to you by the time you turned around. “Don’t you know who I am, too?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you thought back to what Minhyuk had explained prior. “Let me guess, you’re the ‘Grim Reaper’?” you couldn’t help but muse. This had to be a joke. Maybe even some sort of dream.

Right?

“Is it too hard for a mortal like you to comprehend?” he retorted, smirking in amusement. “That’s fine. If the title of ‘Grim Reaper’ isn’t to your liking, I do have another name you can call me by,”

At this point, Minhyuk was shaking your arm while whispering your name frantically. He seemed terrified, and that made you feel even more uneasy.

Taking one more step forward, the so called ‘Grim Reaper’ met your gaze. With the lack of distance, you had a better view of his crimson irises.

“You can call me Jooheon, if you’d prefer.”

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gay-zing · 8 years ago

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Hey Rumy! I may have missed something during my hiatus, but can I ask what the two users did? Bc I follow one of them, and I'd rather have them blocked if they've done something gross...

ok after finishing my rant: some details may be slightly inaccurate but i’ve spoken to all the people i cite as examples, and i’ve been friends with these 2 for months prior to me blocking them so i also know very well what i’m talking about when it comes to their methods. the bff i talk about also said she might issue her own ‘statement’ soon. we’ll see:

It’s an old story, you haven’t missed anything, it was maybe a year or two ago, but they have remained close to my current friends and managed to hurt them years after hurting me & other people so ya, I’m getting pissed again and calling out cus enough is enough.

Basically know this from my personal experience: all these 2 users do is cling to every famous-enough blogger they can find, they stick to them and kiss ass and when the time comes, start pushing their personal and shitty edits in every 2 messages, until the conversation dies down to nothing but “hey reblog this”, “reblog my stuff”, “why aren’t you promoting me??”.

When one of my best friends didn’t, cus that was her right, one of them sent her an entire list of why she was a very bad friend and then unfollowed her and blocked her, so distressing my bff for NOTHING and making it impossible for her to defend herself. Then she went around spreading lies about how this actually went down to everyone my bff knew.

She did that the week of my bff’s birthday, by the way.

When I found out, I read all their convos provided by my bff and felt so angry (and also, recognizing the pattern of asking for reblogs almost constantly), I immediately blocked that person. And when her friend came to nag me about my reasons like she didn’t know, I blocked her too.

My bff was depressed by this & didn’t dare bring it up to our friends for fear of being too annoying. That didn’t stop these 2 assholes for telling everyone we knew that I was crazy and being influenced by my bff and forced to side with her, like I’m too dumb to make my own choices. Spreading those lies made me even angrier at them, so in stead of my bff I went telling some of our still mutual friends what had happened, hoping they’d stop listening to the lies.

Our mutual friends then told me they shared my disgust with these 2′s methods of bullying/pressuring people around them, and their fake kiss-ass attitude that was obvious from outer space. I felt like they understood me & my bff and I was very grateful. Our mutual friends then made a secret chat where I was invited, and where all we did was bash these 2.

Yes. We were in a group chat of people still friends and following and talking to these 2 assholes while still insulting them and making fun of them and screenshotting every crazy shit they came up with in another general chat. This is how I saw that both were involved in the lies spreading and bullying of my friends, but those same friends never fucking stepped up, and today I’m finally angry about this and saying it outright.

I’m angry and disappointed in all those people present in that chat. I’m angry at all of them for coming to me on multiple occasions telling me these 2 have been awful to them, have shamed them and gloated about that fact afterwards, have been pushing for reblogs as usual, etc. And then... after crying on my shoulder, they just went back to being friends with them.

The latest thing that just had me go off like a fucking bomb is that very recently, one of our mutual friends who only knew their side of the story but not mine cus they were never that close to me came to me and my bff complaining about one of these 2 lunatics, and they she didn’t even have to say their names.

She didn’t even have to name drop that we immediately knew who it was. My friend (who I wasn’t close to before but we slowly became very good friends over that past few months) basically told one of those bloggers who was her long-time friend btw that something terrible happened to her, but all they did was ignore that fact entirely, and turn it around to promote some crappy edit instead.

And that’s how a friendship with them goes. They make you think you’re close, you’re friends, you’re valued for who you are but the moment you need them, these cowards won’t be there. They’ll tell you, ‘cool story, now how about you reblog this while you wait to get better, huh?’

My friend was very hurt and pissed off at being treated this way, alright? It was a personal drama that was turned into a promo-op. And I personally think it’s just downright disgusting the lengths to which they’re still ready to go, years after I thought I was free of this bullshit.

One of those 2 are twice our age, but they act like high schoolers! They spread lies about us to our circle of friends, I just found out today that another of our mutual friends was being led on/lied to for months and never dared ask us, the source, what happened because the others’ lies shocked/disturbed them so much!

I’m simply done with being friends with people who are not aware that they are dealing with heartless, manipulative snakes cus they never thought or dared ask me/my bff what happened. If you wanna know, ask me, I’m ready to fucking warn every single person about these people. I didn’t dare before because I genuinely feared me and bff were maybe alone in this.

But now more and more of our mutual friends come to the conclusion that they’ve been lowkey bullied and manipulated, and I don’t want this to fucking go on. Fucking cut all ties with them if they make you uncomfortable. Fucking cut all ties the moment you feel like they don’t give a shit about you, because your guts are telling you the truth you don’t wanna see. They’re only using you, and they’ll toss you aside soon enough. And trust me, they are discussing you and mocking you behind your back. They did it to me and my bff for the longest time before our actual ‘break up’. Our mutual friends were ‘kind enough’ to show me that evidence in our once upon a time anti-these-two secret group.

#bottom line im still finding out to this day they went crying to my friends #when me or bff have never done anything to them in the first place #THEY DID #BUT THEY WERE THE ONES CRYING AND PRETENDING TO BE THE VICTIMS #and all our mutual friends either believed us-but-remained-hypocrites #or didnt tell me or bff anything abt this and only did so now #bc they were too afraid of what was going on/too confused/etc #they fucking poisoned my circle of marvel friends thats what they did #and they're still doing it while me & bff remained silent #thinking we shouldnt try and influence ppl cus like thats a shitty thing to do??#BUT APPARENTLY IT WAS BEING DONE TO US THIS WHOLE TIME. FUN TIMES AMIRITE #im this close to start reaching out to everyone i know like they did #and making sure to tell them MY side of the story #srly to this day.. they still.... do this to new people....#you'd think they'd have changed.. matured.. grown up??? but nah #lets treat people like disposable trash!!!! nobody will ever know right!!#THINK AGAIN ASSHOLES #long post for ts #rant for ts #wank for ts #V for Anonymous #Ask #Conversacion

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☀ What’s your rp pet peeve? –> Ship forcing. This is literally the best way to get me to unfollow or even block another mun. I’ll explain what ship-forcing is below, but yeah, that’s one of them.

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise? –> See above. It happened once on my Warren blog, and once very recently on here. Now, a bit of a definition, here - I don’t see ship-forcing as asking me if I want to ship, or saying your muse has a crush on Braig - heck, that can be flattering (though I prefer if we know each other, first - it can get a bit uncomfy for me, kind of like virtual catcalling, I guess, when complete strangers tell me how attractive they think Braig is). I don’t see it as someone’s muse having feelings for Braig, one-sided or otherwise. All of these things are A-Okay, and can be quite fun, too! What I do see ship forcing is when someone asks if they can ship with Braig, and instantly, as soon as I say ‘we can give it a try’, deciding that our muses are suddenly soulmates, even if they’ve hardly said four sentences to each other, before. I see it as asking to ship, then immediately dropping the thread where they were actually in the process of meeting each other to have them now in the middle of a date, which, given the context of where, when, and how said date was taking place would likely have gotten them both killed. I see it as pestering Braig to do something ‘romantic’, having both Braig and I say no, he doesn’t want to, and the other person keeps pushing, regardless, or getting upset when Braig decides to respond with something not romantic and replying to that with some rude, snarky comment. ‘Uh, I think [muse] wanted Braig to do [X], actually’ - Yes, that has happened, before. I’ve been vagueblogged about, spammed on and off anon, been told I’ve made peoples’ depression/anxiety worse, had on-blog events ruined and muses killed and simply been harassed at all hours of the day because of ship-forcing and my trying to deal with it gently and politely, instead of just flat-out saying ‘no’ or ‘I’m not comfortable with this’. So, if it ever seems like I’m coming down too hard on someone in regards to shipping, I swear I don’t mean to come off as abrasive or rude - I just learned the hard way that you’ve gotta be blunt about your comfort zones or else things go south faster than a flock of geese on an adrenaline high. Basically, to sum this novel up: As long as you respect my boundaries, we’re good; if I haven’t told you you’re skeeving me out, we’re good. If I have told you you are, and you keep doing whatever it was, we’re not so good.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over? –> I don’t really keep up with trends enough to know lmao. I mean I guess I’ve seen a few, but they don’t really bother me. You do you, and all… Though, I guess I never entirely understood the whole ‘personified objects’ thing? I mean, you do you, and all, but it just never made sense to me.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started? –> It hasn’t, not really. I think the only real changes have been purely aesthetic, like small text, contained themes, etc. I really don’t care what other people do, as long as they’re happy and not hurting anyone.

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

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Okay, so, I told two of my rp horror stories over on Xig, so I’ll tell my third one here. Since I gave the other two pseudonyms, we’ll call this one ‘Cheeper’. Cheeper was someone I had met when a mutual friend we’ll call Battery allegedly recommended my blog to them. Now, Battery was someone I had approximately zero problems with. Really friendly, sweet guy, talented writer, great sense of humour, one of my favourite people to write with. So, I figured, if Cheeper was a friend of Battery’s, they must be cool, too, right? … Wrong. So, things start out okay-ish, as they always do, but things get downhill pretty fast. Starts off with small things, like ignoring asks or dropping literally all of our threads without letting me know. And I understand wanting to drop threads or not being able to get to everything in your ask box, but when that happens consistently, it gets a little disheartening.

The next little thing was when they started making AUs of my muse, and expecting me to write them. Lemme say here that I am totally fine with people suggesting AUs for my muses. That’s where this blog came from, Rodi suggesting a Star Wars AU where another one of my muses was Obi’s padawan, so, again, I’m fine with AU prompts. What I’m not fine with is when someone writing a really detailed version of my muse without consulting me at all, and then expecting me to write that AU they made with no warning and no problems. Cheeper comes into my IMs listing this novel-length AU detailing not only how their muse changed, but how mine did, as well. Basically, the entire idea was that their muse, who in canon was a big tank-type character who had been straight-up abusive to multiple characters, and turned them into a small, fluffy little mage who was actually a good guy and hadn’t done any bad things, and was being forced to do the bad guys’ dirty work, whereas my muse… Was suddenly the abusive one. For absolutely no reason. In a way that not only completely contradicted all of my personal headcanons - all of which were posted and easily viewable on my blog - but also went against all of what canon had showed us about my muse, and quite frankly made me really uncomfortable. I mean, you’ve seen some of the stuff I’ve written, you know I’m down to write some pretty messed up stuff, but to straight up turn my muse into a child abuser, WITHOUT CONSULTING ME AT ALL, just so your muse can be the good guy? That doesn’t fly so well. On top of that, writing such a detailed version of my muse and expecting me to play it for you? Why not write it yourself? I mean like I said, I am thrilled with AU suggestions, but, hell, keep it to a sentence or two, tops. Let me experiment and develop my muse to fit the AU myself, thanks. … And, while these things were pretty irritating, especially when a few of them happened over and over again, it got worse.

A lot of the time, when I’m having OOC conversations to get to know another mun before we start writing together, I look for a sort of ‘spark’ or ‘click’ - something that shows this person and I are gonna get along. For a lot of people, including my favourite partners, this click is basically immediate - just this instant ‘wow, we’re gonna be good friends, this is great!’, and, for others, it takes a bit longer, and that’s totally okay! Some people take a while to open up, or maybe it wasn’t a good day for one of us, I totally get it, happens to me, too. How quickly the click happens has absolutely NO BEARING ON MY OPINION OF A PERSON WHATSOEVER. There have been I think only three or four times I haven’t clicked with someone - twice on Warren, once on Xig, and once here. If I message you first, send asks, tag you in things, like your posts, etc, we’ve clicked, don’t worry. Anyway, Cheeper was one of these rare occurrences where there was not only no click, there was the opposite of a click. At first I thought it was just ‘cause our first convo was a bit awkward - from what I remember, it was basically just ‘hi, My name is [Cheeper], I’m [Battery]’s friend and he recommended your blog so I thought I’d give you a follow’, you know, typical ‘hi, nice to meet you’ type thing, I didn’t think much of it. Unfortunately, that was the only pleasant conversation we had.

You see, Cheeper had the habit of starting conversations with some variation of ‘how are you?’. Doesn’t sound too bad, right? Well, in typical Canadian fashion, I always did my best to follow social protocol and be polite, and say ‘I’m good/fine/great, thanks, how are you?’, and, much like Han Solo, I learned that there are some situations you shouldn’t ask that question. Every time, without fail, Cheeper would say some variation of ‘bad’ or ‘horrible’, and proceed to dump literally all their life’s problems on me, and I mean all of them. I’m perfectly fine with letting my friends vent/rant to me as much as they need, and offering advice is a pass-time of mine. But, I had only known this person for- Less than a week, when this started (I hardly even knew their NAME I had to look it up on their blog), and they kept going on and on about some really personal shit, like hours of how they hated their job and school was stressful, and their family was aphobic and never used the right pronouns, literally everything about their personal life, no matter how private it was, just- Constant negativity, all the time. It was literally all they spoke about, ever. I don’t know anything else about them, just that their life was terrible and they decided to use me as some sort of verbal stress ball. Even if I tried to divert the conversation to a different topic, or just ignore them entirely, I’d still get floods of negativity and complaints. And what makes it even better? They had a frickin therapist! This person, who had a professional, trained therapist, would spend hours unloading all of their mental/emotional burdens on me, an untrained stranger who had only said ‘hi’ to them once. And, after they had dumped all their baggage on me, they’d say, ‘oh, gotta go, it’s time to go to my therapist’. And, honestly? That was the only time I felt safe to post on my blog. Yes, you read that right - it was the only time I felt safe to post on my own blog. I honestly could not make a post on my blog without Cheeper spamming my IMs with boatloads of stress-inducing negativity. And, call me selfish, call me insensitive, call me whatever you want, but, fuck, I had my own problems! I was in university, trying to get law school level grades, while working a part time job to try and help my family out when we were struggling financially, doing what I could to make sure there was enough food in the fridge for my younger brothers, trying to help my grandma take care of my grandpa, trying to keep up with my martial arts - which I have to do in order to keep my job - and trying to write multiple essays for both my younger brother and myself, as we were prepping for our black sash tests, but he was also trying to get into film school, so I’d volunteered to write the sash essays for him, and, let me tell you, I did not need to play counsellor to someone I didn’t even know on top of that. And, like I said, this happened constantly, and I’d get a new flood of messages every time I so much as hinted at being online.

And believe it or not, it got worse, Sakrine.

I remember there was one conversation we had (’conversation’ being used loosely, of course) towards the end of our interactions where Cheeper was complaining at me, as per usual, and mentioned how all of their friends were blocking them without saying why. Funnily enough, I was planning on blocking them soon, myself (probably should have done it a long time ago). But, lo and behold, right after saying how they were always getting blocked, Cheeper goes and says ‘but you’d never block me, so at least I have you. You’re my best friend, Jay’. And I’m sitting here really uncomfortable because, uh, no, we’re not best friends, and I have no idea what gave them that idea, since I never told them anything of the sort, and in fact barely spoke to to them at all, both because I didn’t much care for their company, and because I could hardly get a word in edgewise - and, even if I could, how does one respond to a total stranger badgering you for advice on how to deal with their family not handling their being out well? I’m not out to my family, and I don’t think I ever will be, so, again, how can I give that sort of advice to someone I don’t know?

About the time this was happening was when I met and was chatting with Rodi, who’s actually one of my best friends and the light of my life. Like I mentioned above, it was at her suggestion that I decided to make this li’l OC mess that we know and love here. He was originally gonna be a verse on my other blog, until I realised that I’d have tags for a Jedi verse, a padawan verse, a Sith verse, etc., and that was too many for one AU, so I made a sideblog. Then, after only a day of having that, and a bit of encouragement from both Rodi and Milla (my main Talon), I made this stand-alone blog for my son, and I was having a great time.

Cheeper, however, was not, and made sure I knew it.

Now, my muse for that blog had been steadily dying, mostly because of this, but also for a few other, more minor reasons, and I felt way more comfortable here, was having more fun, and generally just enjoying myself way more on this blog than the other, so, naturally, this is where I spent most of my time. Within a day or two of my neglecting Xig, Cheeper pops into the IMs to complain about me, to me. Yes, I am dead serious, this is an actual thing that happened. They start badgering me to go back to my other blog, and, I dunno if this has ever happened to you, but, it’s really disheartening. I explained to Cheeper that I felt more comfortable on this blog (though I didn’t tell them why I felt that way on Xig; Perhaps I should’ve), that I had more drafts and asks on this blog, and that I had more muse for this character at the moment, so I’d be spending my time over here, at least for a little bit. Their oh-so-eloquent response was, and this is a verbatim quote, ‘boo, you suck.’ And I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t. I just sat there, staring, feeling an interesting concoction of shocked, annoyed, and offended. About a minute later, they added a ‘lol, just kidding’, and proceeded to… Continue… To complain about me, as well as about their life and still expected me to give them advice and solutions I didn’t have. I’ve never had someone act more entitled to my time and energy as this person did.

Now, I know what you’re probably thinking - ‘they were probably just some kid, Jay, young people can be like that at times, you’re taking it too hard’, and, hey, I thought so, too. I was nineteen years old when this was happening; Cheeper was around 24 or 25. Yup, this person was about five or six years older than me, and a grown-ass adult the entire time. And like I said, they were constantly acting entitled to everything I did, like I owed them something. There was another time where I’d actually gotten a bit of muse for my other blog back, so I went on, answered a bunch of asks, slammed out some drafts, sent some memes, answered some IMs… It was a really productive evening for me. Once I was finished, I came back here and got a bit more done. Next morning rolls around, and Cheeper messages me with ‘I miss you, dude. You’re never on Xig, any more.’ I tell them that, actually I’d been on last night, for a few hours, at least. Their response? ‘Well, I wasn’t on.’, after which they kept complaining about how much they missed my muse and my writing. I get this was probably supposed to be flattering, but it really wasn’t? Especially considering that, while they were going on and on about how much they missed me and wanted to write with me, they were completely ignoring the THREE STARTERS I had written for them in the weeks leading up to this point. Hadn’t even given them a like, which I like to do to let someone know that, even if I’m slow as all Hell - which I tend to be - I have seen it, and it’s in my drafts. So, I mentioned this to Cheeper, said ‘you know, I have a couple starters for you on the other blog, why don’t you check those out?’ ‘Oh, I didn’t see them, I’ll give them a look.’ And then, blissfully, they stopped messaging. Little while later, a few days, I got another message from them (keep in mind I never contacted them or interacted with them first, since, rude as it may sound, I was kind of hoping they’d get the message), and once again they were whining about how I was never on Xig again, so I went to check the starters again, and… Still no notes. So I ask them about the starters, and they say ‘I couldn’t find them’. You know how I looked them up? [my blog’s url]/tagged/[cheeper’s url], and, bam. There they were. I told Cheeper this and even sent them the link to their tag. They said okay, that they’d check it out later, and started complaining about their life again. I was serious when I said this was the only thing they talked about, outside of basically harassing me to write with them. Few days later, they get on my case AGAIN for not being on Xig/not rping with them. I check the THREE FUCKING STARTERS again, STILL NO NOTES. I ask, and ‘oh I just don’t have muse for them right now lol’. And I’m left sitting here like, okay, do you really want to write with me, or are you just mad I’m not dedicating all of my attention to you and your godawful AU muses? I mean, I have NOTHING against AU muses - that’s where this kiddo came from, after all - but AUS WHERE THEY PUSHED MY CHARACTER TO BE A FUCKING CHILD ABUSER WERE APPARENTLY ALL THEY HAD MUSE FOR. And my character was a moral fuckhead I admit but he WASN’T OVERTLY ABUSIVE THAT WAS ONE OF THE REASONS I WAS COOL PLAYING HIM AS THE ANTAGONIST HE WAS AND JUST. And as well, when I have no muse, it’s apparently a major fuckin’ disaster and they complain to the ends of the earth about it and go on and on about how I should still be writing that character and how much they miss me, but when THEY have no muse I have to accommodate it and make allowances and write with them anyway???? Like???

So anyway yeah they proceeded to ignore those starters for months, and every time I posted a new starter call,they’d like that, I’d post a starter, they’d completely ignore it, then come crying and complaining to me, berating me and all but sobbing about how much they missed me.

BUT IT GETS WORSE STILL, SAKRINE.

After a while, Cheeper starts asking me about Star Wars. And I’m torn between ‘fuck no, this is my new safe place, and I’m TRYING TO BE SAFE FROM YOU’ and ‘well maybe if they get into this series they’ll stop getting upset with me for not writing on a blog I have no muse for and am not comfortable on’. So they ask me what they need to watch to understand Star Wars. I tell them to watch the movies, since those are the unchanging canon, no matter what Disney did to the Legends material. Apparently they don’t even have the attention span for their favourite show, so they can’t watch the movies. They complain to me about that for a while, because apparently I care. I did not. I tell them that everything Star Wars - or at least, in the era I write in - revolves around those movies. I tell them they can just watch the PT (and explain what the different trilogies are) and that will get them caught up with where I write. Nope, can’t do that. So I tell them there are book versions of the movies they can read, instead, and there are also comics and stuff they can look into if that would be better.

Nope, don’t have the attention span for books.

Complain about that to me for a while, then ask what they absolutely HAVE to watch to understand.

I tell them about the Clone Wars show, give them a link to the relevant KissCartoon page. They ask how long the show is - I tell them the number of seasons (mention that 6 is unfinished), and the average length of an episode.

Nope, don’t have the attention span for that, either.

They reiterate that they hardly have the attention span for their favourite show, and once again complain to me before asking me what the /HAVE TO WATCH/ to understand.

I tell them that they’re free to try interacting with my muse on their KH blogs, since I’m open to crossovers and still, for some ungodly reason, trying to be civil.

They keep asking about star wars.

I mention the video games.

Don’t have the attention span for video games.

So this person, who apparently can’t watch movies or TV shows, or read books or comics, or play video games, is asking me what source material they need to know to roleplay a Star Wars verse.

I, as a last-ditch and mostly sarcastic effort, give them a link to Wookieepedia. I’m a terrible person, I know.

…

They don’t have the patience to look through the wiki pages.

I’m all but smashing my face against the keyboard now, while this person is COMPLAINING TO ME ABOUT HOW LONG STAR WARS IS.

I mean I get it’s a lot but I tried to break it down?? And last I checked I’m not George Lucas like I’m sorry but it’s not my fault, my problem, or in my power to change? And I tell them it’s 40 years worth of worldbuilding and try to help them break it down again and they just KEEP FUCKING COMPLAINING.

And after like. Two hours of me trying to reason with them and help them out they say ‘I’m not even interested in star Wars, I just want to write with you’.

And now, maybe I’m reading into it too much. Maybe I listen to too many narrated Let’s Not Meet videos too late at night. But holy shit, I have never felt like I had a legitimate stalker until that moment. It was one of the most uncomfortable things that has ever happened to me. I had zero idea how to respond, and so again I don’t think I did. Or, if I did, it was to again try to explain to them that there was a lot of material, and they should [leavemethefuckalone] focus on things they were interested in, especially if they didn’t think they could handle just the show. So they complain to me about that for a bit, before moving on to other topics to whine about. Always comes back to how I’m not writing with them any more (meanwhile, the countless starters I’ve written them are still being ignored, as are any and all threads we had on the go at the time. Everything’s either been ignored, abandoned, or both, all without letting me know.).I honestly don’t remember how that conversation ended. Just thinking about it makes me blank out and get a sort of mild pins-and-needles feeling. I mean, I get it was probably supposed to be flattering, and if we had been friends it might have been, but coming from this person? Alarm bells were ringing like a retro emergency evac PSE.

AND IT GETS WORSE STILL, BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON I STILL PUT UP WITH THIS PERSON.

So, enter me, just going back to uni for the spring/early summer semester. Our stage sets itself in my campus’ bookstore, at about noon or one o’clock in the afternoon. The line from the bookstore stretches from the counter, at one end of the store, wraps around the perimeter of that very large, very spacious room that was at one point a lecture hall, goes through the hall to the next room which also used to be a massive classroom, wraps around that and goes out the back door. I had to get up for an 8:30 that was across the field that day. I had non-stop class until this point, I had had no breakfast (though I think I had a sip of orange juice to keep from conking out), I had been waiting in line for close to an hour, my arms were full of heavy textbooks I dreaded having to pay for, and I only had one hand free for typing, and there was a chance I’d be late to my next class if this line didn’t get moving. As you can imagine, I wasn’t much in the mood for talking (though I think I made the effort for Rodi and Maddie (my best friend from public school who I still talk to) since I enjoy talking to them and it made me feel a bit better). Anyway, I’m in line, tired, irate, and scrolling through tumblr, and Cheeper messages me with a ‘hey’. Oh fuck, I think, this isn’t good. I greet them anyway - just a ‘hi’. I’m only giving one word answers at this point, since I’m not in a chatty mood, and, as I mentioned, I’m typing with just my thumb and that fucking sucks and takes forever, and I’m also trying to keep my place in line. Cheeper starts asking me about school, and I’m very confused, because never once in the months I’d known them had they ever taken an interest in me or my life. ‘so you’re in university right’ they ask. I remember most of this conversation word for word, and you’ll see why. ‘yeah’, I reply. ‘What year?’ they ask; ‘Second \o/’ I say, adding an emoji b/c I love that one. ‘Cool, what’s your major?’ they ask, and I’m getting hopeful that maybe they’ve turned a new leaf and my patience with them has been rewarded. So I tell them ‘Classics \O/’ with a slightly more excited emoji, and they tell me that’s cool, mention their major is in foreign languages - I think Chinese? Maybe Spanish? This is the one message I can never remember in its entirety, because the next one almost knocked me over. I replied with ‘cool’, and a half second later, Cheeper asks,

“Are you out to your family yet?”

This complete fucking stranger, this grown-ass adult I barely knew, straight up asked me if I was out to my family, yet. I have never been asked that question before or since. I am out only to people on tumblr, and a small group of my most trusted friends from high school. And this person had the fucking audacity to ask me right out if I was.

I was shocked.

I will not lie to you, I almost dropped my phone. I think I stopped breathing for a second, and I nearly lost my place in line. I was torn between just being frozen and being fucking livid. After a moment when I didn’t respond, they added, ‘Can I ask that?’ And I swear those two messages are tattooed into my mind.

“Are you out to your family yet?”

Holy fuck.

So I manage to collect myself enough to type out ‘no, I’m not’.

‘Damn,’ they say. ‘Because my mom keeps messing up my pronouns and I wanted to know if you have any advice.’

Because why the fuck else would they care about me, right?

And then they proceeded to complain about their life and their aphobic family to me AGAIN, for HOURS, but at that point I’d been ignoring their messages and was instead talking to Maddie for advice on how to handle the situation. I had no idea what to do. I was lost. Like. I wanted to block them so bad but they’d been subtly guilt-tripping me about it for so long (’you’d never block me, you’re my best friend’ was just the start of that, tbh) that I felt bad for it? And Maddie was just like ‘jay no that’s fucked up get rid of them’ and I did.

I have never once regretted it and holy fuck it feels amazing to get this shit off my chest.

And yeah, so.

That was one of my worst RP experiences.

Are you out to your family yet.

I’d sell them to Satan for half a stale corn chip I swear to Christ.

#n1hr1k #&& give the sun a head start; ooc #I wrote you an essay sakrine im sorry #&& as best i can; answers

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