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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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White Wolf’s Shadow, Chapter 1

Alright so I had the original intention of posting this at the first of the new year, but I kind of also want to post it to my other writing accounts. So here’s chapter 1. Also, precursor/ obviously this is an AU where the Avengers are both younger/ but have also completed the events of the universe’s films.

Word Count 3.6K

Warnings: Mentions of violence/death, A/B/O dynamics, post-snap world, torture of main character, uncomfortable sexual situations. Consume at your own risk.

Twenty Years Ago

“Mommy where are we going?”

“Stop asking questions,” she murmured. The snow crunched heavily beneath your worn tennis shoes, and the wind nipped at your dirtied, worn windbreaker as you clung to your security, your raggedy rabbit you've had as long as you can remember. But the cold had been something you’d grown accustomed to on your trek from the ruins of California months ago. Your mommy had told you that the trip was going to be a long one, and she wasn’t wrong. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you managed to sleep in a bed or even take a bath in a proper tub. But you continued walking with them, not wanting to upset them. This whole trip only started because you upset them with your accident. Ever since then it was like they were afraid of you. Nervous to take your hand. Corners of their jaws ticking as they looked at you. As you looked up at both of your parents, wondering why they looked so scared, you realized that they were already stopping again. You gasped as your eyes drifted to a large, gated area, “Roger I don’t th-“

“NAME!”

The trio froze as a spotlight kissed their features, lighting them up in the otherwise darkened path. You swallowed nervously as another spotlight, further down the line from you lit your sides. Your eyes traveled back between your parents and the military personnel on the high ridges of the gate. Your parents looked at the military personnel nervously as your father held his hands out defensively, “please…we are looking for-“

“I CALLED FOR YOUR NAME!” the man in blue and grey fatigues called out, holding a large gun up towards them. The door opened slightly, and half a dozen more men came out towards your parents and yourself, all keeping in a tight formation, “I WON’T ASK AGAIN!”

“R-Roger of Anaheim,” your father said nervously, “please, we’ve traded everything to ge-get here. Just as was ask-“

But your father didn’t get to finish his sentence.

The breath was knocked from him as the butt of a rifle bit into his cheek, knocking him to the ground. While your mother dropped your hand and ran to her spouse, you stood frozen, pulling the small, dirty windbreaker and your stuffed animal closer to your body.

The men looked between your parents, and muttered something through the comms, before a woman in a black bodysuit and red hair came through the heavy metal gate, holding what you recognized as a data pad. You could feel the air about her as she walked out. There was something underneath the surface of her calm gaze that both comforted you and put you on edge.

She was a government official.

And an alpha.

As the wind whipped against you, she took cautious steps, her eyes never leaving your own.

She was already assessing you, seeing if there was something to be on guard for. Little did she know, you had already done the same. And your assessment of her made you nervous.

Your parents warned you about people like her.

She froze when she finally caught your scent spiking. Her eyes went wide, and she cocked her head slightly, sniffing at the air, "no."

"S-stay back. I-I don't want to hurt you."

It was the truth.

You didn't know what you would do to her now that your parents were clearly looking out for themselves. Your gaze flickered to them, and you saw that they were looking at you like you were a monster. A few tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked back to the woman.

You dropped your ratty stuffed rabbit as you realized she knew what you were. You swallowed hard as she held her data pad up, scanning you, as she tried to mock a calm voice, “are you okay, sweetie? Did your mommy and daddy bring you here to turn you over?”

You, a mere eight-year-old little girl nodded, blonde hair falling out of its braid. The wind nipped at your pink cheeks once more, whipping the loose strands around.

That much you had known.

They didn't want you anymore.

“It’s okay, little one,” she said calmly. You watched as her data pad glowed orange, then a vibrant red, “your biometric scan says you’re a theta…do you know what that is?”

You shook your head, “mommy and daddy are scared of me.”

And there was that look.

The red-head’s forest green eyes glowed when they looked at you. You felt a kinship as her eyes glowed, “I am Natasha.”

You looked to your parents, confusion etching itself across your features.

Why would they bring you here?

Were you related to Natasha?

But you were given your answer when you looked at them.

“Mommy?”

She ignored your call and cowered away from both you and the woman, “take her. Take her. We only want our reward!”

The woman nodded to the guards, and they tossed a black pouch to your parents. You watched as they scrambled away from the scene, disappearing back down the darkened path.

As realization finally hit you that you wouldn’t see them again, you bit back your sobs.

But as the tears fell from your face, you barely noticed the red head sneak up on you. It wasn’t until you felt her scent surrounding you that you whipped around to face her. She was kneeling on one knee, still eyeing you with an er of caution.

You gave a shuddering gasp as she stared long and hard at you. The guards held their guns up and your scent spiked once more. The red head closed her eyes momentarily.

“Natasha?”

Her eyes shot open as she stared at you. Not bothering to look back at the guards, she gave them a gesture and they lowered the guns, “DOWN!”

“They aren’t coming back, are they?”

“I’m sorry sweetie,” she sighed, raising her hand to wipe some of the tears from your dirt-stained cheek, “they’re not coming back.”

“Please don’t leave me too,” the little girl cried, throwing her arms around the woman. Natasha’s heart broke as she held the little girl tight in her arms. She heard her sniffling, but her scent didn’t spike anymore, “Please don’t leave me, Natasha.”

“I won’t leave you, sweetie, I promise!”

14 years ago

“GOOD!” Natasha called to the young blonde who had taken down yet another opponent. You smiled, proud that the woman who was like a surrogate mother to you nodded and Clint and Yelena came over to start, “time for a demonstration of hand-to-hand combat, theta. No use of abilities. GO!”

As you lunged into action against Clint, Fury made his way through the throng of people sent to observe the newest recruit. A few of the top military leaders and council members were standing with Natasha as you sparred with Yelena and Clint.

“She’s been doing well in her training, I take it?”

“She has,” Natasha admitted, as you delivered a strong kick to Clint's chest “but I want to make sure that she stays on course.”

“We talked about this, Agent Romanoff,” Fury growled, finally allowing his gaze to settle on her. Nat had her arms crossed intently watching your every move as you fought her best friend, and the woman that was her sister, “We let you keep the child until she’s fourteen, but then she goes to the military camp, like all the other thetas. I can’t make any exceptions because of our past histories together.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about, Fury, “she said with a shake of her head. Natasha held her hands out in front of Fury as she gestured between herself and the fourteen-year-old that was holding her own with two much more experienced alphas, without even having to use any of her additional theta abilities, “she…she’s developed a working relationship with us. With me. With Yelena and Clint…we want to come on board as trainers. We want to make sure she transitions okay and work with her through her career.”

“I’ve been trying to get the three of you on board as trainers for years…” Fury replied, barely able to contain his smile as he looked at the teenage theta. Your attention was on the fight, and you were focused on leveling Clint, “had Barnes, Rogers, Stark, hell even Banner try to convince the lot of you…and now you’re suddenly interested in the positions because of the kid.”

“You know what she means to me, Fury,” Natasha reminded him, "I was the only one she trusted six years ago when her parents ran off with the reward without a second thought. You've tried to pull her from me how many times, only to realize that she wouldn't allow it.”

“I know,” he nodded with a sigh, “she wouldn’t bond to anyone else…we almost had to put her down.”

“Now aren’t you glad you didn’t?” she asked with a smile. As the two turned their attention back towards your sparring session you had managed to take down Clint and were getting the final points of ‘taking down’ Yelena, “don’t forget your last promise, Nick. We still get to celebrate her fourteenth birthday here before she relocates.”

At the end of the demonstration there was a small round of applause. You looked over to Natasha, barely able to hold back your own proud smile as she mouthed a ‘good job kiddo,’ to you. Helping Clint and Yelena back up, they went to talk to some of the higher ups about your ability to hold your own.

Nat and Fury approached you.

“You did good, kid.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said with a nod, obediently bowing your head to Nick Fury, the head of the military program, “I look forward to serving under your outfit.”

He smiled, a rarity in itself, handing you a packet tied neatly together with a bow “Agent Romanoff has trained you well…here’s your first assignment papers, kid. You have the rest of the night, before you’re due at base. Happy birthday.”

And without further incident he was gone.

You smiled nervously at Nat, your scent spiking ever so slightly, but not enough to make any of the other people nervous.

No. You were on suppressants since Nat had first taken you in as her family. Since Nat claimed you as her own. You were on scent blockers and suppressants so that you wouldn’t have heats, and you wouldn’t be able to use your scent as the paralytic or incapacitating agent it could be weaponized as. You wouldn’t be allowed off of them until your seventeenth birthday, after you were fully trained and had a year of missions under your belt to avoid any incidents.

“You ready to get out of here kiddo?” she asked with a smile. You nodded and she wrapped you up in a hug, slinging her arm around your shoulders, “now, don’t freak out, but I managed to get you an ice cream cake.”

Your eyes went wide at the admission, “What?”

Ice cream, like most sugar and junk food was heavily guarded, and very rarely given to people in the middle or lower classes. It was reserved for the elite as a true guilty pleasure. And yes, while Natasha was part of the elite status, it was hard even for her to attain it.

“It’s a special birthday,” she smiled, placing a maternal kiss to your temple, “you need to spend it right…live a little…”

“I’m gonna miss you, Nat.”

She sighed at your admission as the two of you left the training area. You were very well aware that this should be the last time that the two of you saw one another. But you hadn’t been privy to the conversations between her and Fury; how she planned to go with you.

“No goodbyes,” Nat sighed, tears filling her eyes as she thought about it. Fury hadn’t technically offered or accepted her for a position of trainer, only seemed amused by the thought. She didn’t know if it would come to fruition, and she didn’t want to raise your hopes. This was one of the few instances where she had blind hope that her past as Avenger was worth more than her past as a widow. So, as she stopped the two of you when you reached her car, and she brushed some hair out of your face the resolve in her wanted to break. She couldn't tell you, and then it not come to fruition, “you’re going to do so amazing, little wolf.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.”

“No crying,” she said, another shake of her head as she pushed her own tears away, “only happy emotions. I’ve invited the trainers you’ll be working with at the base. I know you’ve heard me talk about them, but you finally get to meet them tonight at your party. You know Peter. But you’ll get to meet Steve, Tony, Sam, Bruce, and Bucky.”

“I can’t wait.”

One month later

Bucky watched you scream out in pain once more as the currents ran through your body. He knew that your green eyes would be searching for him the second it stopped, and it hurt him to his very core.

He had to force himself to look away as you bit down hard on the mouth guard, your jaw clenching as the pain reached a fever pitch. And it reminded him of his own time, as the Winter Soldier when he was under HYDRA.

He’d already threatened to kill every doctor, nurse, and attendant that had strapped you in if they didn’t release you, but to no avail. You had been pulled from your small weapons with close quarter combat course by the medical team, so he called it a day and stalked angrily after them once they put a needle full of sedative in your neck.

Calling Steve was the second thing he did, aside from threaten anyone within a ten-foot area of them.

“You don’t have to be here for this part, Buck,” Steve said nervously to his friend. Steve had tried just as hard to get the doctor to release her, but he was told that only his direct superiors could demand her release. She was to undergo the 'treatment.' Steve had threatened to rip their throats out, especially after seeing his best friend in distress, but the doctor repeated his answer. So, while they waited on Bruce, they were forced to watch her endure. Bucky stared on, blank as a slate as he watched you convulsing against the restraints, “Buck. I can come find you once I figure out what’s going on!”

He watched as Nat put some whipped cream on the tip of your nose. You looked so happy. So peaceful.

“She doesn’t seem like a theta,” Steve nodded, standing away from the scene in front of them that had been unfolding, “doesn’t seem like anything from her file.”

"She's just a kid."

"You know better than I do Buck," Steve chuckled, looking at you, "that girl was never allowed to be just a kid."

“No,” Bucky muttered as he stared on at you. Your bright green eyes caught his, if only for a moment, and he froze. His breathing halted. It felt like everything went in slow motion as the smallest of smiles seemed to be directed at him, “she’s different.”

Your bright eyes looked dull as the currents stopped. Through half hooded eyes you looked through the window, seeing Steve, Bucky, and the nurses or doctors administering your punishment. You smiled wickedly as you knew why you were there.

Bucky looked at you in confusion.

You shouldn't be smiling.

"You need to stop," Bucky commanded, "something's wrong neurologically."

"You're not medical, Sergeant Barnes," the doctor said slowly, "you don't know that."

Bucky looked to Steve, and he shook his head, not completely understanding what was going on...but Bucky was growing desperate. Steve could smell just how much his scent was spiking, and it made him nervous.

Bruce needed to get down here.

“You smell so sweet,” he whispered against the back of your ear. You refused to move as the man you’d known as Rumlow sniffed heavily at your throat, “I didn’t know female thetas smelled this sweet.”

“Please,” you said with the calmest voice you could muster, “back away Brock. My suppressants and scent blockers are failing, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You tried to be cautious. You tried to go by the book, just like Natasha had taught you in your time with her. But the angry alpha wasn't backing down.

Not through the complaints you filed with your head theta. Not with the complaints filed under your direct CO and trainer, Wilson and Rhodey.

Nothing.

“Oh, I know they’re failing sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, “that sweet little scent of yours has been getting sweeter every day. It’s like your ripe for the picking…and I’m gonna be the alpha you’re begging for when you finally hit that first Theta heat…I’ll be there.”

“I’m not of age,” you growled at him, “and I’m definitely not interested.”

“Oh, you will be,” he chuckled as he brushed his hardened chest against your back, “I can make life very hard if you deny me.”

But then another round came. And as you came down from the jolts, you stared at Bucky. This time the smile was gone. You were strung out, your emotions and nerves were fried, and there was a feeling he recognized all too much.

Fear.

Your eyes called out for him.

And he fought every instinct in his core to not run in and tear you from that fucking chair.

Your body had been rejecting the suppressants and scent blockers ever since the separated you from Nat. It scared the higher ups. More than they were willing to admit.

You’d had an anxiety attack in your first week that incapacitated half the base, including the other thetas, which wasn’t supposed to be possible.

No matter how much they upped the dosage, you were getting to dangerous levels, and they had considered less than humane other options.

So, they started experimenting on you.

“I know she’ll be fine,” Nat admitted, hours after you'd fallen asleep on the couch. The party had been long since over, with almost everyone but Steve, Bucky, and Yelena having already gone home. Nat swallowed nervously as she looked back to you, the sugared-up teen who’d had her crash, and they saw the tears, “I just…she’s been with me since she was eight. She’s a fighter, and I know she is. But it’s almost like she was given to me. She’s like my kid…”

“I thought I was like your kid?” Yelena asked, trying to make a joke as Nat wiped off the counter, "What am I, chopped liver now?"

“We’ll take care of her,” Steve offered, trying to be kind, “we won’t let anything bad happen to her.”

“Promise me…” she begged, “I-we asked Fury about getting jobs as trainers, but I don’t know how long the approval committee will take. I’ve rejected them for so lon-“

“We’ll make sure she’s safe,” Bucky said swiftly, “she’ll be fine, Nat.”

A few tears streamed down your cheeks as Bucky stared at you through the glass. His heart breaking, but he had to keep a brave face.

“Buck.”

“I’m staying punk,” Bucky growled to his best friend, “I’m not leaving her alone.”

“Do we need to go another round? Has she evened out?” a doctor asked from beside Steve and Bucky. The one who was monitoring her vitals on a data pad shrugged. Bucky gave a low growl which caused the man monitoring the controls to look at him nervously.

“What the hell are you doing? Up the dosage of her pills and get her the hell out of that inhumane contraption,” Banner growled, walking into the room, “who the hell ordered this anyways?”

“Rumlow,” the man replied, “and we can’t up the pills, Doctor Banner. She’s already maxed out. The higher ups approved this method.”

"What higher ups?"

"Co-director Pierce."

Bucky growled.

“Shock therapy is not an approved method to reduce scent or suppress anything that her designation gives her,” Bruce hissed, tapping a few buttons on the controls, “I’m calling this off, and if anyone has anything to say they can deal with me.”

Bucky rushed into the room as the machine released you. Your scent made him dizzy, your genetics trying to defend yourself by releasing the incapacitating agent, but he didn’t care. He stumbled towards you on wobbly legs as he caught you falling off the chair.

You whimpered against him as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I got you,” he slurred, the intoxication of your scent affecting him, “you’re okay. You’re safe, kiddo.”

“Bucky,” you whimpered again, burying your face in his neck. The tears continued to spring from your eyes as you clung to him like he was air itself, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…whatever I did, I-I won’t do it again…don’t let them hurt me anymore.”

“It wasn’t your fault doll,” he whispered, still slurring his words heavily, smoothing your blonde hair down, “I got you…no one else is gonna hurt you, okay?

A second later the ventilation kicked on, Bruce coughing heavily as he made his way towards you and Bucky.

“Bucky, I need to check her vitals, the attendant said that in one of the rounds she was smiling. That's not normal,” Bruce begged, reaching towards you. You whimpered once more and clung to Bucky as if he was the only thing in your life that mattered anymore, “Bucky!”

Bucky growled at Bruce, waving him off.

“She’s fine!”

“Bucky, you don’t know that,” Steve offered, “we have to get Bruce to check her out to make sure no permanent damage was done…her data fi-“

“If she’s unable to bear children late-“

“FUCK THE DATA FILE!” Bucky growled in finality, “LEAVE HER ALONE.”

Chapter 2

#bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes #winter soldier #soft bucky #steve rogers #captain america #marvel #mcu #modern au #a/b/o #natasha romanov #black widow #yelena belova #clint barton #brock rumlow #nick fury #the avengers

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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When your tired after a 16hr shift yesterday so you rant about Sonic and explain why aggressive writing vs. neutral writing helps with sharing ideas

Me and my online Sonic friend talking about Belle. (I’m skipping some dialogue throughout the chat, this was lazily put together lol)

WARNING: It’s long, and it’s a rant. So please note that I’m blatantly aware of how wrong my aggressive, sleep-deprived rant was and that I’m stating “DON’T PRESENT YOUR IDEAS LIKE THIS!” because this is not a healthy nor effective way of sharing ideas.

ALSO, ALL THE MENTIONS OF WHAT I BELIEVE MY FRIEND IS FEELING OR THINKING DURING MY RANT ARE ENTIRELY MY OPINON. If she tells me to delete something or change it I will without hesitation but I find it funny, as I look back, to insert what I think might be going on in her mind XD She might have been oblivious to me but I’ll get her thoughts and change anything if necessary.

It’s also how most trolls and antis and even some ‘not experienced writers’ write their ideas out, and it can be easily avoided by using Neutral Writing Methods. So this is a ‘don’t do this, but try this’ post. Enjoy my badly written, sleepy aggressive rant~<3 (Also, my friend gave me permission to share this lol)

Me: She could be for entertaining little kids. But we already have too many OCs, and they're not 'dying off' any time soon so...I smell a mini-series backup plan...and I don't like what that means for Sonic. And it is cute, sorry, my brain is off the hook right now, I'll keep things to myself cause you may not like what I'm predicting and I'm getting sad thinking about it ;-; so, want to be wrong.

(Friend mentioned “Tinker Bell” spin on name.)

That's precious, but can I get a link to the reference sheet plz? Reference sheets can tell a lot about a chara's functionality if you compare it to the 'needs' of the casts. it can help predict their role. I think she's meant to help but also entertain the kids, maybe planted with a secret. Her goal could be to come back to Mr. Tinker but Eggman abuses that and tricks her into a new robot. I got a weird theory about her but I'll just say that she's probably gonna go a bit dark. But be cute and make the audience go, "Aww, poor thing! She's a cinnamon roll" at first, wonder if they'll equip her with 'happy backstory, tragic ending' kinda thing to switch the usual 'tragic backstory happy ending' but I feel this is a tragic character meant to pull emotion out.

(Friend understands my concerns but mentions there hasn’t been a ‘Bad’ Oc for the comic)

No one sets out to create a 'bad character' especially professional writers like these guys. But what makes a character 'bad' is if you ruin or oversaturate their purposes. If she's a main character that over-shines others with too much story then the audience feels 'betrayed' because they want that screen time for the main casts to express themselves and shine through. That's just an example. When working with IPs like Sonic casts, you HAVE to remember the fanbase is expecting things Do you like my OCs? be honest lol Not from my prompts. There's a specific way to handle a OC that helps the main cast shine and reveals their characters more. AU Ocs help Canon Characters in many ways.

(Friend admits they have not seen my OCs in some of my fanfictions, they’ve only really read my prompts.)

Oh, well, some of my fanfictions have OCs, not Lavinya, she's just a mascot. My Sonic OC that retried XD Sorry, I'm misspelling a lot but I hope you don't mind, my spellcheck sucks and I've given up on it lol Oh, so you don't know Harmony, Ol'Wizzy, and Data?Or the Metal Series? Well, there are specific Ocs that my readers like and they express/compliment the canon characters to where even though they're a main character, they don't intervene with the Main Cast's goals. They actually help. Then everything I'm gonna say won't have much merit so I'll just focus on waiting to see if my predictions for Sonic IDW will come true, but I really hope they don't do what it looks like they strategically might be pulling... I hate SEGA marketing-

(The beginning of my aggressive rant, please note that I’m not thinking about my image and am writing tired and lazy. This is an example of how NOT to express your opinions in negative ways. It doesn’t influence good at all.)

Their ploys are outdated and frankly, do not work for their IPs market. They target the wrong age group, they have no idea how to organize themselves, and they don't have a leading 'elder' so to speak (just a professional among them) to make good calls. So you have young adults (not super professionals, this might be their first real company job) trying to target internet culture and failing their IPs. They're doing outdated Nintendo tactics that only worked for NINTENDO! Also some other companies that have DIED so why are you copying their marketing strats!? stop! lol

Friend: Did you study marketing because this entire convo kinda flew over my head in terms of understanding (This should have indicated to me that my words were coming off too factual and had too many ‘jargons’ going on. I was losing my ‘reader’ through my rant, but my tired brain would not cease!)

Sonic's trying to morph into something he's not and they're following outdated college course books and it's not gonna help... they're leading Sonic further down and the creators in japan have no power cause all the power is in the stock holders who are stupid money-hungry americans who have lost faith in American SEGA leading SEGA of Japan to move on to other things

Friend: mostly just got you don’t like the marketing (Huge red flag! This means my friend is starting to tune my info out, it’s because I’m presenting my ideas in a slightly aggressive writing style. There are trigger words here that lead an reader to start doubting you. This is why, in most of my answer posts, I make sure to write Neutral writing methods, but I’ll mention that more after my rant lol XP)

It's just bad. Lol I have a Frankenstein degree, (Now I’m justifying myself, which was caused by my aggressive approach. If I simply stated this in a more ‘neutral writing method’ then I wouldn’t have to worry about creditability claims because I’m not trying to sell my idea as the high authority on it.) which means I have knowledge on many different fields. I never took a fully -dedicated- 'marketing class' I took a lot of different communication classes that went to my overall major. One was directly about how you present, sell, and look at marketing tactics. So I have my fingers in many different fields, my major was "Creative Writing for Fiction and Film with an Emphasis in Video Production and a Cluster in Theatre Arts." So I can be on camera, off camera, post and pre production, creative table and actual filming. Does that make sense? (I’m not fully awake to realize what I’m writing, but it’s clear at this point I’m starting to wake up and realize I’m ranting and tossing my ideals of how to present ideas out the window, but let’s watch my follies and learn from them, shall we?) I have theories on what SEGA is going to do, and I have my worries because it's all outdated. It worked for older companies but those companies also targeted a varying audience, which SEGA refuses to see themselves as for a 'teenage audience' which is exactly why they boomed in the 90s. Their target audience is now 20s.

Friend: There are Kids who also like Sonic, even if they don’t play the games though. (Due to my aggressive tactics from not thinking clearly about, not just the what, but the HOW I’m writing, it has turned my friend into a ‘contrasting neutrality’ which is amazing by the way that she did this! She noticed my writing was turning aggressively ranting, and being my friend, didn’t want to be rude about what she was noticing. -I’m guessing lol- so instead, she took the commentary approach, which is to state the good as well. This is a terrible position to put your reader into, and you should make sure to always have good examples and good praise mixed in to contrast any opposing or aggressive statements you ever make. -though you should avoid aggressive writing at all times- Sadly, this does put the reader, in this case my friend, in a very vulnerable position. It leaves them open for attack... but thankfully, she’s a wonderful friend and had trust that I wouldn’t hurt her on her counter-follow-up.)

So instead of using their 40 to 50 year old charts, start with looking at early millennial trends and desires. They tried for 'angst' to 'adultify' Sonic but it busted because we are STICKLERS for animation. Because their story was so scrapped together and had no actual character depth, motivation, or even emotional growth to develop for future game lore, they went for the 'easy made game' (Easy baked oven quote lol that’s just mean XD) We loved the trailer, it was well made, but they threw their animators elsewhere and made the programmers (WHO BLANATLY ADMIT THEY DONT KNOW HOW TO DO STORY/GRAPHICS) and made them do things they aren't trained in. Those micro-head movements and mouths took them A LONG TIME to figure out.

(My friend is now agreeing with me several times through my rant. This is a tactic that is used as ‘avoidance’ but also for ‘appeasement’. She’s probably tuned out by now, but respects what I’m saying but is also incredulous at it as well. It’s fair, I’ve cornered her into my sleepy-time rant, and being the lovable woman that she is, she is simply waiting for me to realize my follies lolol I wish she would have told me but I think she knew I was beyond ‘logical reasoning’ at this point and was just letting me get it all out lolol What a good friend TDT)

Animation can't be learned that fast AND expect them to program a game AT THE SAME TIME. Sonic Forces was a 'split up SEGA' trying to get those who survived and said, "Yeah, I'll stay in this job." to do things that THEY AREN'T EVEN TRAINED IN. you put a game programmer on animation and some other stuff they didn't know what to do with and expect it be a top-notch seller.

Friend: (in more attempts to join in and be a ‘participant’ of the conversation I’m clearly dominating -MY ABSOLUTE BAD- she tried to engage normal conversation flow into the discussion again. At this point, she probably did notice I wasn’t my usual self, and just decided to play along and enjoy the ride lolol I’m just guessing this tho, but it’s a good chance to reflect on what ‘wrongs’ I was doing and what ‘rights’ she was doing during this situation ;)b) My big issue with SEGA is that they rush everything. A lot of things would’ve been better if they had the proper time.

That was resolved actually.

Friend: Oh? It was? (Although this looks like an encouragement, it’s actually just another avoidance tactic to help me ‘get the venting out’ but it’s clear she’s not fully onboard anymore. When you write to discuss, you have to leave room for other’s opinions to shine through as well. Healthy conversation doesn’t mean forcing the other person to comply to you. A lot of this is educated guess based on past research, she knows this, and it’s clear she’s got her own research. Please remember to never shoot someone down when they try to engage you in your conversations. But again, this is the ‘don’t do this’ and me upset at my tired self for not waking up fast enough to contemplate how I was coming across in my wordings. Let’s continue to investigate and dissect the train wreck, shall we?)

That was an issue a few years ago but SEGA is taking their time, it's just that they can't organize themselves and hire the right professionals. They have old tactics, they have rookies that aren't 'Fresh Blood with professionalism' like they need. They don't need an old fart who knows his stuff, they need a new guy who is dedicated and passionate about their company who will remain there, learn them in and out, and knows his stuff SPECIFICALLY for the things SEGA needs. You have to grow that. You have to hire a very talented and young spunky and fresh professional, have him work with you for 10-15 years, and start training others. But SEGA is already recognized as a 'established' company.

(Friend is still agreeing with me, but is aware of my way of presenting it isn’t “As nice as I usually present it” so she starts mentioning the symptoms of Japanese Work Culture. A wonderful, insightful point to mention! But let’s see how I butcher this as well...)

It's not Japan though! (Again, shutting her down. Tsk tsk, sleepy me. Wake up, you lazy bum.) They won't let Japan interfere! They're all really rude to japan actually. The guys in charge, anyway. We all respect the officials, but SEGA of America people just want results. They are just funders, they don't actually work the company.

Friend: So you blame them for everything? (She’s trying to help me see that my writing is coming off as ‘hate’ which is because of my aggressive writing follies I’m doing so bluntly. Let’s please all admire my friend’s patience as she lets me rant and kindly waits for me to realize how bad I’m handling my 16 hr shift from yesterday lolol)

Look, business is really unfair, and I get that, but if I have to rant (I’m starting to wake up more, oh goodie.) I'd say they really need to humble themselves and ask Japan to please take ownership again. They kicked out people due to a money crisis but they need a game that will be 'safe to secure money but get enough excited momentum to help us push on and continue.' which isn't Japan's strategy usually. Japan likes risks, they also like money too. They trust America too much (especially in the beginning) because America is a HUGE consumer. For the world in fact. But I think they sacrificed too much for the company (common in Japan) and trusted America too much in making decisions. The officials are too nice to say that America screwed them over because America wanted full control. Well guess what? They have too much control now and their product is sinking..

Friend: You’ve got a lot of fire about this topic. (After I completely disregarded reading her follows-ups and continued to rant, my unconditionally kind friend finally threw in the towel, realizing I was no where near my usually ‘present’ self and was probably just flopped back in her chair smiling at my idiocy of not understanding her kind and subtly hints.) Go ahead and rant it out. (BOOM! Obvious right!? I should have corrected myself but at this point, I was writing like wild fire with droopy, waking up eyes and didn’t even read it during my long paragraphs...)

Sonic won't ever fade away due to it's fans, but the company is struggling to figure itself out for YEARS now. I just worry what they plan to do next. But I have a theory that they are really putting the next game in Japan's hands, a lot of activity is happening in SEGA of Japan, and they're spending WAY MORE TIME on the next installment of Modern Sonic (or Classic, still unsure which one it is yet.) I really think they need a remake game to give them profit, then use that profit for their next big installment. But so far, I think they are working on a game BUT corona might have effected production so I'm sure they are working but I'm concerned if Corona helped manage 'time and quality' or is helping to ruin it...That I can't investigate yet :( I just wish for the best (I’M FINALLY WAKING UP FULLY AS I STOP AND REALIZE-) Sorry for my rant! My theory talk showed through and I don't usually like doing that so forgive me. I'm tired and that's why T-T

Friend: It’s cool we all need to rant sometimes. (My friend’s going to make it to Heaven TwT she’s so kind.)

(Then I profusely apologized a billion times cause I realize how badly this all went down. lol)

(But the terror hasn’t ended... she mentioned some youtube videos mentioning other opinions as well. -which I’m usually cautious of cause some of them can be fanon.-)

OHhhh did he mention the arcade crash??? the literal WORST event in SEGA history??? That's literally where they sank the titanic, SEGA has never recovered from selling off their stocks. (I’M BACK AT IT AGAIN. -facepalm-) Shareholders are everything now and it's the biggest loss ever. Also, the problem is that kids don't play the games, (Rereading my follies and wanting to answer but still only just waking up...) but SEGA can't figure out why they like the characters and can't seem to take the FREAKIN' TIME to learn their lore. (Overwhelming the conversation again.) My easy steps: Re-establish Sonic lore CANONLY AND CORRECTLY, Re-gather the Japanese Officials original plans and notes, guides and study art, Re-make some popular games with the most details on Animation, Fluidity of motion graphics, and with modern Technology incorporated into the game. Once that is accomplished, they will have enough money to then- Create a continuity. Only with a flowing story and relevant past lore can they start moving forward. Animation will target their audience, Story and character re-established arcs will bring nostalgia and new blood to the field of their games, and then Japan's influences will keep it authentic for the continuities so we don't have fandom mixing with canon NEARLY AS BADLY as before anymore. Ugh, it does matter their sales, but I literally bought a book on the history of SEGA, and read a really compelling history article about more then just the Console Wars... I know SEGA has survived literally the edge of extinction on multiple fronts, but someone needs to take charge of their Sonic branch, and it's... it's just too outdated. kk, sorry for the rant.

Friend: (After being multiple times ignored, even after my brief moment of clarity, is still an angel. Frustrated, maybe, but an angel.) And your steps sound really good. Also mostly just listen to his vids if you ever do. It’s ok we all need to rant. (THE WORLD DOESN’T DESERVE THIS GURL T-T)

I'm tired so my 'angry' is showing and it's not professional XD do you mind if I post my rant? lol Actually, no. (Realize how awfully I delivered my ideas, this is where I begin to see my errors and where the clarity comes into play. -we all have our off days lol- )

Friend: Go for it

I want to but it's too aggressive. I'm too lazy to rewrite it out so I'll just save that for another day XD You got a rare treat

Friend: (This is actually interesting and fascinating to her. But she realized then that I finally did see my error.) Concerned you’ll get aggressive responses back?

Honest opinion is sometimes too blunt and I need to be careful about that

Friend: I mean it’s always good to try and get most of the anger out so you seem more professional (Saint. Literally. A saint. She’s puts up with too much of my crap XD)

That, and also the war of 'But this is Cutegirlmayra? She's so sweet and constantly puts her answers in supportive, positive lights so that if SEGA were to see it, they would feel empowered to try it instead of threatened and throw it off as hate or something unprofessional.' I have an image too. I can't post something super aggressive or I'll lose trust. You're right.

Friend: I’m glad you put a lot of thought into everything you post

I apologize for it tho T-T I didn't mean to dominate with such opinions...lol I worry who I influence, you know?

Friend: Most people don’t and trust me they get into trouble cause of it. And yeah.

I don't want to create trolls or heated arguments. I want to teach people they can safely express an idea without using such awful communication. Exactly, it's professional fanism. lol Positive writing is what companies and their employees actually read. (I’m almost fully awake now lol, realizing my blunder and starting to explain why I was in the wrong. Good on me, pat on the back, admitting I was coming off as aggressive is the first step to changing and getting better lolol Also, I’m including her more, and I’m saying “You’re right.” and she’s going “And yeah.” which is a indicator that the conversation is slowly returning to an enjoyable and healthy one. ;w; happy endings lol) That's why I skip the aggressive stuff, even if it's passive, I write in a neutral setting so everyone feels safe to read, even someone who works at SEGA.

Friend: (Mentions some nintendo youtuber rant and also news as well, then says-) It was honestly very professional sounding and not rude. (MY HEART, YOU KNEW THAT WAS AN AGGRESSIVE RANT lololol So nice to me TDT)

Lol you had to have seen how slightly aggressive it was tho. (I’M CALLING YOUR BLUFF, BESTIE lol) You literally asked, "You blame America for it?" which is not always true but semi-true. They were way too prideful (Aggressive word) and haughty (Still aggressive terminology) about their success in other Japanese products that they wanted to completely change Sonic to their own wishes, pushing out Japan's creative "licenses" (I use this word loosely, and this gives a slightly aggressive feel but is also more dumbed down so it's more 'passionate' than just aggressive)

Friend: Yeah I saw it was slightly aggressive (Either is starting to realize it or at last admitting it now that I am fully aware of how I was coming across. I also used indicators to show what words were aggressive to help illustrate my point. This is showing I’m much more awake now :)b)

Gotta use those neutral tactics or no one will feel comfortable just reading your idea and instead, will constantly look for a place to intercept with aggression back, whether they agree or not, they're looking for ways to self-insert their aggression if you are also aggressive. I can't write something that doesn't somewhat support and uplift SEGA of America. Why? Because like I said, they literally have survived EVERYTHING and have stuck around. Without them, there wouldn't be an American branch and the money issue would have ended SEGA. Some might say, "But they've done so much harm than good! Why is the money thing such a thing to be praised for?" But it's huge, it's so big, it kinda does offset the wrongs. (Now I’m doing the healthy thing, doubling back and mentioning the good to try and recover. The damage may be done, but she did recommend some videos for me and was polite, so I’m just trying to smooth things over and leave on a ‘wrapped up’ conclusion. But... I should have just left it there in all honesty xD Some things you can’t double-back and correct lol) America is a great business-influenced mindset. None of us would be fans of Sonic without them.

(Friend continues to agree but realizes I may slip into ranting again. She just asks if I can watch the videos.)

America does have it's advantages in some fields and areas, but their biggest most redeeming quality is that they saved SEGA which gave us our biggest love and obsession: Sonic. Now, my usage in that writing was still off neutral, but combined with the slightly aggressive statements, made a GREAT contrast. It's still slightly praising

Friend: And they stopped Japan from giving him a human girlfriend right away.

Me: Exactly.

Friend: I will always thank them for that. (She’s still a sweetheart, working herself into the conversation so it stays healthy. lol Such amazing follow-ups too!)

So although I don't like what's happening, I'm also grateful... to a degree lol We need SEGA of America, which is why I think Japan just ignores them now lolol they know they owe them a lot.

(Friend mentions videos and as I go to save them to my ‘watch later’ sees that one of them is about Nintendo.)

Yeeeahhh I've noticed that Nintendo is starting to trail into 'cash grab' tactics and that's sickening (MORE AGGRESSIVE WORDING??? HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED YOUR LESSON CHILD?! It takes time to fully wake up lolol) cause before, I literally thought, "Nintendo can do no wrong" their marketing was ON POINT! but the stuff they said about Peach and now... I think new, unprofessional blood (like SEGA) has entered Nintendo and the older guys are either 'training' or 'retired to other ventures'. Nintendo is having it's own 'we used to not be prideful but now we're getting a little too pompous (Another aggressive wording... This can easily trigger people to comment with further aggression either against you or for you, but no aggression is the ideal. Which is continuing to show my lack of remaining conscious lol) about ourselves' and they're starting to act like Disney before their big crash. Disney also had 'limited time offers' with their VHS movies. Now, Nintendo is doing that. They'll make money, but at what cost? When you lose your costumer's trust...

Friend: And yeah the 35th Mario thing immediately reminded me of the Disney vault

Me: Yep. I'm worried for Nintendo. Don't get me wrong! Disney is really good with money grabs, but they... they also act high and mighty (More aggressive statements, wake up, darn it!!!) and their fanbase literally calls them 'an empire' so the fan-trust is gone. That makes you 'lame/outdated' and fans begin to look for 'what's cool?' instead.

(Friend is now re-realizing I’m ‘in and out’ so is trying to use a effective avoidance tactic by asking about different things to help my ranting fully stop.)

Sorry, I'm tired, I get on these rants and I don't mean too. (Trying to shake myself awake again.) I'm sorry.

So we returned to a healthy conversation, but I hope this interesting insight has revealed how to and what not to do about Aggressive Writing. Always stick to Neutral writing if you can, putting in a compelling counter-argument. In this aggressive writing demo, you saw that I tried to cover up my follies by saying counter-praise, but praise writing can be just as bad as aggressive writing. Passive writing can sometimes be annoying (aggressive word choice) too if you come off as disinterested or uncaring, which can still result in negative comments coming at you, or someone overly praising in their writings.

This has been all I’m showing you cause it’s kinda embarrassing ^^; but I hope it helps you in what ‘not to do’ while writing your ideas out :)b

Learn from my sleepy-time mistakes! lol

#cutegirlmayra #aggressive writing #what not to do #sonic #nintendo #marketing #sega #commentary #rant writing #an example to help teach #sonic the hedgehog #sonic idw #sonic comic #sonic rant

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yoongi-sugaglider · 4 years

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2394

Part 10===Part 11===Part 12

“Alright Tae Bae, let’s see what’s going on with your system.”

In the time it had taken us to clean up after dinner, Taehyung had already set up everything he needed in order to communicate through remote video feed with his mentor.

I’d decided to join Taehyung and Jeanette in the security area of our basement living room, sliding in beside Jeanette on the overly large sofa and snuggling up beneath her blanket with a smile sent her way before focusing in on the conversation unfolding before us.

Tae was posted up on the floor, feet crossed in his lap and a large keyboard situated on top of his knees as his eyes roamed the information displayed on the massive tv hung on the wall. The screen itself flashed a myriad of information, lines of code and text along with a small set of squares at the bottom left corner that gave us a live view of the surrounding grounds and security checkpoints.

In the top left was a video feed of Black Rose, a sweet looking woman roughly my age whose smile lit up her whole face every time her eyes glanced back to what I assumed was Taehyung’s face displayed on her own screen. I couldn’t help but feel there was something more than the connection of mentor and apprentice between the two.

“I managed to trace the outside signal as far as the local area before I got cut off from it. Whatever it was that let them in was enough for them to feed my cameras a signal to loop come a certain time of day. That’s when the attack happened.” Taehyung frowned, glancing at the video image of the ashen haired woman and blushing brightly as he averted his gaze elsewhere.

“Sounds to me like they’ve been in your system before. Or are at least familiar with the type of code you were writing for it…”

I couldn’t help but glance over at Jeanette who seemed just as bewildered as I felt with all the technical jargon being thrown back and forth between them.

“Any idea what they’re saying?” I asked in an overly dramatic stage whisper.

Jeanette shook her head, blowing a bit of curly hair out of her eyes with a huff. “None in the slightest honestly. I’ve heard Jangmi talk like this before but it always goes way over my head.”

Tae snorted, his eyes darting to the two of us for a moment before focusing back in on his job. “Since I’ve got you here, could you run a backdoor screen for me? At least then I’ll know what I’m missing before we go whole hog on the fuckers.”

Black Rose shook her head, sighing lazily before typing quickly on her end. The sound of high speed clicking filled the speakers along with the sound of Taehyung’s own. The screen glowed a dark green color as line after line of letters and numbers and symbols flashed across it. Everything moved so fast that for a moment I grew dizzy just trying to keep up with it all.

Jungkook at that point wandered into the room, coming around the sofa to sit on its arm beside me and throw an extra long arm around my shoulders.

“Anything?” He asked, knowing that his words would interrupt Taehyung’s focus, he’d spoken in a low whisper just as Jeanette and I had.

“No clue to be honest, but damn if I wouldn’t be able to tell you anyway.” I glanced up at Kookie, blushing as he threw me a charming smile that, no matter how many times I’d seen it, still managed to make my insides flutter.

“Well let me see…” He looked over to the tv, eyes darting back and forth as he watched the words fly by.

“Every computer system, no matter how complicated, has a back door. They’re usually protected by something called a firewall, basically a shield the system has in place so your information can’t get stolen or your software can’t get hacked.” Jungkook’s fingers trailed along my shoulder, leaving trails of heat in their wake as he continued to watch the two computer geniuses work.

“What’s basically happening is Jangmi is attacking Tae’s firewall, trying to find any weaknesses in it to see how exactly the hackers got into our system.”

“HA!” A triumphant shout echoed through the speakers, jolting Taehyung out of his hyper focused stupor and causing him to stare at the screen in shock.

“Are you serious? That one line of god damn…”

“And here I thought I taught you well, little grasshopper. Such a shame that a tiny bit of code like that could cause such a massive amount of damage…” Black Rose hummed.

I couldn’t help but to watch in fascination as Taehyung basically melted down in front of us, rolling on the floor after discarding his keyboard and gripping his hair. He wailed like a little child, cursing and fussing and drawing full on belly laughs out of each of us as we watched him go on.

“One!! One goddamn misplaced comma...are you kidding me?” He groaned, reluctantly righting himself and pulling the keyboard into his lap once more.

“Well, fix it ya soggy noodle.” The woman paused, pulling a large cup into view and sipping from it before groaning in pleasure at the flavor of whatever her drink of choice was.

“I see you’re taking full advantage of the macchiato machine I got you.” Tae grunted, though his fierce typing belied the brief moment of a glance he’d made at her screen.

“Ya damn right I am.” Contrary to the accent she’d been speaking with, these words took on a distinctly New Yorker accent, one I’d only heard in movies and on youtube, but the change was so incredibly adorable I couldn’t help but giggle at her.

“I don’t uh...I don’t wanna interrupt but.” I glanced over to Tae who’s full attention was now on me.

“What is it Boss Lady?”

“Well, I’ve heard of like espresso machines but...a macchiato machine?”

Taehyung and Black Rose chuckled together, grinning a secret grin between the two of them.

“It’s not really like an espresso machine. Think of it like one of those industrial mixers you see in gas stations and stuff.” Tae typed into his keyboard, pulling up an image of the machine he mentioned. “It’s like a frozen yogurt machine but for macchiato mix.”

“It’s rather ingenious actually. All I had to do was get the right kind of mix and I’ve got all of my caffeine needs right here at my desk.”

“I prefer mine through a direct iv line.” A muttered voice spoke from behind the couch, drawing our attention to Yoongi who’d apparently been listening in on what we’d been talking over this whole time.

“Ah! A man after my own heart!” Black Rose grinned, giving Yoongi a thumbs up which he returned with a small smile in kind.

“Boss, we got an issue with Seokjin upstairs.” Yoongi frowned at Jungkook, though the look seemed to be more one of frustration than actual danger.

“What happened?” Jungkook stood, giving me a kiss to my forehead before heading back upstairs with Yoongi.

“Apparently his ‘second’ and I quote, ‘Is a no talent hack who couldn’t strip the paint off the broad side of a barn.”

“Overwatch?”

Yoongi sighed, “No, campaign mode on Halo…”

Taehyung snorted, returning his attention to the tv screen. “Alright. Let’s get that firewall fixed up and reverse track the signal.”

***

“Rose and Tae make a pretty incredible team huh?” Jeanette smiled softly as we watched the two work. We’d decided that speaking quieter gave us less of a chance of interrupting their focus as they worked.

“Yeah, But I kind of get the feeling there’s something between them. Don’t you?”

“Hmm…”

I’d known Tae for only a short time, he’d come to us only a few years ago. And even though it’d been going on nearly 4 years I still couldn’t help but notice that the young man hardly ever really smiled unless Jimin was around.

Of course it could have been because they were so close in age, but it seemed like he preferred to stay by himself. With his line of expertise and the type of work he did I ended up, well not really avoiding him so much as just giving him space. But he seemed to really appreciate it. We became close in our distance. And that was okay.

“Are you seriously eating gummy bears while you’re at your computer?” Tae snorted, shaking his head as he watched his partner sheepishly grin.

“Hey, the last time we worked together like this you fussed at me because I was eating seaweed snacks over my keyboard. I’ll have no more of you fussing at me you hear!”

The two laughed, seeming to enjoy egging each other on as they worked. It felt comfortable, and was definitely a side of Taehyung I’d never seen before.

“Any luck?” Jeanette asked. She cuddled further into the blanket, seeming on edge as she watched the interaction happen.

“Does East Side ring a bell?” Black Rose’s eyes wandered her screen, eyebrows furrowed and a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Yeah...actually it does.” I grunted, pushing further back into the comfort of the sofa.

“We were joined with them. A smaller branch of our main group that was in charge of keeping the East side of the city safe.Tension’s been high with them, even before all this mess came along.”

“I see. Well it seems like it was more than just tension.” Rose leaned back in her chair, iced coffee in hand as she pulled up an aerial view of the city for us all to see.

“This is satellite feed from a remote military camera that was monitoring the area a day ago. From the looks of things and going solely on the data I traced from Tae’s security hack, seems like these bastards have been plotting something for a while now.”

We watched intently as the feed zoomed in on the warehouse Kook, Yoongi, and I had run a rescue mission on not too long ago.

A group of people approached the front side of the building, busying themselves with something we couldn’t see while keeping a lookout for chatterers that happened to come their way. Rose accelerated the footage and we watched as, after moments more of fussing with whatever they were up to they retreated from the door.

“What the actual hell?” Tae whispered before yelping as a bright orange ball of what we could only assume was flames erupted at the door.

“So that’s how those things got in…” My body had tensed up at this point, anger pouring from me in waves as I leaned forward to glare at the tiny bodies pouring into the warehouse.

Rose cut the footage, a frown creeping onto her face as she glossed over what we now couldn’t see. “Looks like they made off with a bunch of stuff, some boxes and shit but dipped out before they could get overwhelmed. There’s no way anybody in there survived the wave of creepos that poured into the building after the fire settled.”

“Two of them survived...but not for very long.” I spat the words out bitterly, rising from the sofa and letting the blanket fall from my form as I began pacing behind the sofa.

Namjoon walked in, eyes following my every move as he walked around the sofa to sit in my place beside Jeanette, though he sat back at a respectable distance.

“I take it there’s bad news?”

Jungkook’s second in command was nothing if not astute and true to form; he'd gauged the atmosphere with no trouble.

“No oppa...shit news actually.”

I glanced over at him, eyes burning a hole into the back of his head despite the blush of red creeping up the back of his neck at the term of endearment.

“Well?” He turned to Tae, an eyebrow raised in question. But before the younger man could speak the sound of an explosion roared through the speakers, one so loud I could have sworn the ceiling above us rumbled along with the noise.

“What in the actual fuck?” I bolted over to the sofa, eyes wide as I scanned Rose’s video feed.

It seemed she’d been knocked out of view of the camera, which itself had been thrown from whatever stand she had set it up on and now lay on the ground. The only thing we could see was the trembling of the floor and a pale set of feet.

“Rose??? Rose can you hear me?” Jeanette had jumped from her seat, rushing over to the tv monitor and hastily scanning the live feed in the hopes of seeing her friend move.

“Shit...I’m okay...fuck...fucking god damn it what the hell?” A continued string of curses poured from the speakers as the feet finally began to move before disappearing from view.

Rose’s face finally came into focus as the camera lifted from the ground to focus on her dazed expression.”I don’t know what the hell that was but holy shit that fucking sucked donkey dick hole.”

“Bruh, the mouth on this woman I swear…” Namjoon shook his head, though the look of concern on his face never wavered.

“You good kid?” I asked, knowing the answer wouldn’t be pleasant.

“Yeah, though, the building I’m in probably isn’t.”

“Talk to me Jangmi, what happened?” Tae sat on his knees, seeming as if every inch of him was screaming to come to her defense.

“Well. From what my screens are telling me. Looks like those East Side assholes found me and are on their way up to my room.”

“Excuse me?” Jungkook had come down, surely drawn in by the commotion coming from the speakers that’d probably been heard all through the house. The others followed closely behind him, each wearing matching faces of either murder death stare or concern.

“I’m at the Daegu Grand Hotel. Have been for a while now. And like I said, from the looks of things the very people trying to get all of ya’lls shit are on their way up to greet me with a very impolite Korean gangster hello.”

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seenashwrite · 7 years

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“Sweetheart,” Dean said, looking right into her eyes, “I think you should...”

Careful! How you finish that line is gonna make-or-break how well you’ve captured Dean Winchester in that fic you’re working on. Why, you may ask? Keep reading. And to you who are familiar with this topic...

NOTE: Any subsequent “add-ons” via others sharing their thoughts on the topic which resulted in other posts will be linked at the bottom!

Abstract

Persistent usage in fandom writings ascribing one Dean Winchester a mannerism that relates to interactions with those he is romantically involved - specifically, the substitution of their name with “sweetheart” - is shown via evidence-based research to be in conflict with this fictional character’s established persona and speech patterns thus far.

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For your quick ref convenience, “sweethearts” meant in the traditional sense of the word have a ❤️ by the episode title. Let us begin. The facts are these:

SEASON ONE

1.02 Wendigo

[TO FEMALE CHARACTER] Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.

1.16 Shadow

[DEAN looks at MEG, who smiles at him] Oh, sweetheart—you’re dumber than you look…

Later–>

MEG: You know, that shotgun’s not gonna do much good. DEAN: Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. The shotgun’s not for the demon.

SEASON TWO

2.06 No Exit

[TO JO] Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t.

SEASON THREE

(The writers’ room got a real hard-on for it this season)

3.04 Sin City

[TO FEMALE CHARACTER] You know, you’re piling it pretty high there, sweetheart. I’m not sure I’m buying.

3.06 Red Sky at Morning

[TO BELA] Well, sweetheart, I don’t need your kind of help.

3.07 Fresh Blood

[TO FEMALE CHARACTER] Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood’s never pumping again.

3.11 Mystery Spot

[TO FEMALE SERVER] ‘Scuse me, sweetheart? Can I get sausage instead of bacon?

3.12 Jus in Bello

[TO BELA] Oh, I’ll find you, sweetheart. You know why? Because I have absolutely nothing better to do than to track…

3.15 Time Is on My Side

[TO BELA] Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.

SEASON FOUR

4.01 Lazarus Rising ❤️

[DEAN approaches the IMPALA, runs a hand along it] Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?

SEASON FIVE

5.09 The Real Ghostbusters

[FEMALE CHARACTER walks into the room nervously] I don’t wanna do this.

[DEAN leans around the corner] I’m right here sweetheart, I’ve got your back. Trust me, this is going to work. [he then pulls back so he can’t be seen grimacing]

5.11 Sam, Interrupted

[FEMALE CHARACTER walks in their direction]

[DEAN spots her] Oh, no, no, no. Not today, sweetheart. Come on, keep walking…

5.12 Swap Meat

FEMALE SERVER: Here you go, guys.

DEAN: You know, do me a favor, sweetheart. Would you bring me a cheeseburger with extra bacon? And fry an egg on top of it, would you?

SEASON SEVEN

7.17 The Born-Again Identity

MEG: That hurts my feelings. I’ve been good to you, Dean.

DEAN: No, you’ve been good to you, sweetheart.

SEASON EIGHT

8.08 Hunteri Heroici

FEMALE CAREGIVER: You’re not supposed to be here.

DEAN: Well, trust me, sweetheart, you got bigger fish.

SEASON TEN

10.02 Reichenbach

[FEMALE DANCER is disgusted; she moves to leave] And we’re done.

[DEAN grabs at her] Hey, hey, hey. Song’s not over, sweetheart.

SEASON TWELVE

12.17 The British Invasion ❤️

[DEAN looks down sight of newly-returned Colt] Welcome back, sweetheart.

SEASON THIRTEEN

13.16 - Scoobynatural ❤️

[DEAN prepares to swing sledgehammer at enchanted TV] Sorry, sweetheart.

SEASON FIFTEEN

15.10 - The Heroes' Journey ❤️

[DEAN grabs the grenade launcher] Hey, sweetheart.

Analysis

Of 15 seasons and 320 total episodes aired as of this writing, "sweetheart" appears in [*adult] Dean's dialogue 20 times in 19 episodes. So, 19 is 5.9375% of 320. That's not even one quarter.

He just doesn’t use the word often, folks.

[Note: to get a precise percentage of its appearance in his actual dialogue, you’d need to count every single word the man has spoken - I’d think taking out “a”, “and”, “the”, and “I” would be acceptable - and good luck, there. I ain’t your girl. Another possibility would be to compare “sweetheart” to other nicknames he’s given people - again, knock yourself out. This is just to illustrate its appearances across seasons. A tangential comparison? Take your number of fics involving Dean - i.e., your # of episodes - count the “sweethearts”, and do your percentage.]

Of the 20 usages, 4 are of a clearly affectionate nature: once to Baby the Impala, once to the Colt, once to the enchanted television, once to the grenade launcher.

The remaining uses - all directed at female characters - are of a false comfort, patronizing, and/or manipulative nature, because a portion of Dean’s persona is that of an irredeemable asshole. The character is greater than the sum of his parts, true - but that is an undeniable part.

Thus, this does not seem to be a substitute name Dean Winchester bestows upon persons of a beloved nature. It is scantly, possibly endearing - albeit patronizing - when he’s used it as a substitute name for waitresses.

Visual Aids

[Note: Someone jokingly asked for a pie chart last time - ‘cause hello, what’s a Dean topic without PIE! - and I did them and they were silly. Here’s the replacement, which IMO is an improvement and completely scientifically accurate, I’m sure you’ll agree]

Wrap Up

Could there be any exceptions?

Sure. If he's Demon!Dean and it's not romantic and is a pure smutty hate f*ck - in that instance, the data would most assuredly support the author’s choice.

Also supportable would be complete off-the-rails AU fics [as in: Dean's not a hunter, he's a mechanic from Regular Town, USA] because in those cases, no one expects him to be canon-friendly.

Here, have a cheat sheet:

And what’s my personal opinion?

Dean doesn’t call people of significance by that endearment in a heartfelt manner, reserving it solely for inanimate objects (Baby, the Colt, the TV, and the grenade launcher), because they pose no threat of rejecting him. So... maybe it actually does mean something loving and sentimental to him. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t used it on someone he’s crazy about.... has he met that person yet? Again, maybe. Are the writers doing this purposefully? Is Jensen maybe slipping a handful of ‘em in, as well? Ya got me.

In any event, there’s the obvious: They’re all objects to him, useful for specific tasks regarding things he needs/wants - food, beer, sex, baiting a ghost, mindless entertainment - or they’re an adversary who is standing between him and something he needs/wants. Either way, all ultimately disposable. That ain’t sweet, nor does it have heart.

Bottom line

If you are professing that your story is canon?

Stop. Having. Dean. Call. You. Sweetheart.

You, your O.C., the friend you're writing into a fic so they can get boned by Dean, any other character you're having Dean bang-a-rang... if they don't go VROOOOM or go BOOM or go ZOOM, it's an inappropriate nickname.

Hypothesis on overall reception by SPN fanfiction authors, specifically those writing Dean in sexual/romantic encounters?

Utter rejection.

* Final Note: there is Teenage Dean usage of a snot-faced “sweetheart” that further supports the hypothesis, however it has been excluded due to age - as the topic is Dean in romantic/sexual fanfics - and due to the fact this was already a slam-dunk case.

Astute data-crunching followers have also pointed out the use of “sweetheart” by one John Winchester in a patronizing manner towards a female vampire.

The original data crunch - linked at top - also noted the use of an affectionate “sweetheart” by one Mary Winchester, which was directed towards Baby.

Sam is not covered here because I don’t care about him.

I’m kidding. To not care would be something, and I nothing Sam.

I’m kidding.

See? He gets me.

(Sources: Available SPN Wiki transcripts)

ETA: More sweetheart talk via “Dear Nash” HERE and HERE

ETA #2 [Feb. 2018]: Nash’s breakdown of how to assess & choose a NON-sweetheart endearment specifically for “Dean In Love” situations is HERE

* Up to date as of July 2020 *

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