#love them and i WILL talk more abt their friendship <- this is a threat
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17 for sasha (utmost beloved) <3
empty + aleksandr
word count: 2842
warnings: smoking. i don't think there's anything else!
Tiredness weighs down Aleksandr’s body, slight hunger makes him annoyed at anyone who’s smiling at him in greeting. He just wants everyone to leave him alone– no questions, no useless gossip, no loud interns, no “Dr. Romanov, do you mind helping me with this?”. None of it.
His face itches after forcing a polite smile for so long after trying to be a perfect picture of a patient and kind doctor; if someone dares to interrupt him now, he won’t be able to stop himself from baring his fangs at them. It would be a funny distraction, if not for the stupid Masquerade regulations.
Alas, it would only cause even more of a headache and force him to have a talk with Danielle about how she is very sick of keeping Camarilla busy and away from him.
He scowls– Danielle’s patronage is useful, but he feels as though her tolerance for him is stretching thin, and soon enough she’ll decide that it’s more beneficial to give him up. The only thing that keeps her from doing so is Aleksandr’s research in which Danielle is very interested in, and she also knows she won’t be able to complete it without either him or Julian, and the latter is quite… busy at the moment. Especially considering what a certain courier is putting him through.
Aleksandr smirks to himself upon remembering the troubles Sim is facing right now.
Good, if the Camarilla is after him, they will ignore Aleksandr for just a bit longer. Time is all he needs.
However pleasant the thoughts of Julian potentially getting executed are, they do nothing to ease his mind. The desire to crash something or someone gets even stronger, when Aleksandr reaches into his pocket and finds a cigarette pack dreadfully empty. For fuck’s sake, can this day get any worse?
The door to the roof opens with more force than necessary, but he can’t bring himself to care about the potential property damage. Fresh air feels nice against his skin; the wind is harsh, but also soothing like a cold shower to tired muscles. The smell of the city isn’t the best even this high up, but it’s way better than the suffocating one inside the hospital; the view, however, is absolutely breathtaking. Million artificial lights illuminate tall buildings, people moving like bees in a swarm, cars roaring– this bustle helps keep his mind distracted.
But Aleksandr’s intentions to enjoy it to the fullest shatter once he realises that he’s not the only one out here.
He doesn’t believe his eyes at first when he sees a very familiar silhouette sitting at the very edge with their legs hanging over it– slightly hunched and embraced by shadows, the cigarette light highlighting their face. They almost look relaxed if not for the slight tension in their shoulders.
Aleksandr feels somewhat relieved it’s them and not, well, anyone else, but the irritation still makes itself known in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
Candy doesn’t spare him a glance, doesn’t even flinch; they probably sensed him coming from far away. They take another drag off of a cigarette, and when they finally decide that he’s worthy of an answer, they speak with smoke framing their words. “Hello to you too, asshole.”
“Yes, yes.” Aleksandr huffs, waving his hand dismissively, he’s had enough of small talk for today. Suspicion rises up within him; Candy is quite close with the Camarilla now, and even closer with the Prince of Tucson of all people. It’s a healthy concern, one they have to understand. “Why are you here?”
They shrug, throwing the cigarette off of the edge of the building, watching it fall slowly. “I’ve come to bug you obviously.”
His stance eases– their tone has a joking edge to it, and Candy doesn't seem like they are here for a fight with the vampire much older than them. But you never know with someone as violent and unpredictable as Candy. Aleksandr still calms to some degree, moving towards them, and heaves a dramatic sigh.
“Lucky me.”
“That you are if you’re here in my delightful company.” Candy turns to look at him, eyes glinting playfully. Their scarred lips twitch a bit as if fighting back a smirk or a grin.
Sitting down beside them, Aleksandr pulls one of the legs to his chest. Tiredness he felt earlier quickly shifts into amusement– Candy has changed after they last saw each other, not drastically, no, but it’s nice to see that working for the all powerful Camarilla didn’t turn them into a brooding vampire cliche.
“My god, Candy, what wonders has Tucson done to your ego?” He leans against them, their shoulders brushing. Meeting no resistance from Candy, he grins. Aw, they missed him. “Made it even bigger?”
“My ego still can’t compete with yours.”
“No one’s can.”
Silence washes over them, and Aleksandr looks at the city again. They’re so high up, above the people on the busy streets, but Aleksandr feels more trapped here than they are. He’s like a fish outside of a fish bowl, slowly dying on the ground, trying to get to the water. Clinging to life.
Or to delusions of safety.
He ended up just like June said he would.
The thought hits Aleksandr like a train incapable of stopping, getting even faster and faster instead. He hasn’t thought about June for a long time– it was better to force himself to forget everything about their time together and about him. The feel of his skin against Aleksandr’s, the sight of his warm smile, the colour… What was the colour of June's eyes?
Frowning, Aleksandr tries to fight the memories that flash in front of his eyes. He’s loudly taping his fingers on the roof, trying to distract himself and completely ignoring the glare Candy sends his way, but hope is a stupid thing. It never gets farther than simple wishful thinking; he knows this lesson well, he should know it. She taught him better than this.
He hangs his head low as if trying to throw the memories off the roof– the reminder of June is bad enough, but to remember his sire on the same night is practically agonising. Aleksandr doesn’t need the reminder of what she did, of what humiliations he had to go through for her to be proud of him. Not now, not ever.
This pain is the past, and he is the future. If he succeeds with the research, no one will dare to try and hurt him again. He'll be the one causing pain instead– he deserves this privilege after being reduced to less than mud under his sire's shoe. It's only fair that he gives some of the torment back to the world.
Aleksandr is nothing if not generous.
He can feel Candy's gaze on him, they're not even trying to be subtle. They narrow their eyes, deciding whether it’s worth prying; Aleksandr lets them suffer a bit, hoping they’ll leave this alone. He should know better– they have never been a merciful type.
“What are you thinking about?” Their voice is gruff, and the question is almost barked at him. “I can see the cogs turning in your head from here.”
Aleksandr throws them a look, but they ignore it. He considers doing the same to their question, but Candy might not let this one go, so he surrenders in the end, simply stating. “Life.”
“You’re literally dead.”
“And you’re still not funny.”
Candy turns to face him fully, brows furrowed; they reach for another cigarette, and even offer one to Aleksandr. He accepts, but doesn’t take it to his lips– he just needs something to keep his hands busy. He knows Candy wants him to elaborate, but they won’t push him if he doesn’t want to.
There’s no harm in talking for a bit. “We’re living during times of change. It’s been a while since I saw things evolve so drastically around me.”
Candy thankfully saves him the remark of how old he is, instead settling for something far worse. “Is this about June?”
“Who?” Aleksandr’s chest tightens, and he tries to laugh it off in retaliation. Putting some distance between them, he doesn’t meet their eyes. When did they learn to read him so well?
“Don’t try this shit with me.” Candy says it louder than necessary, the cigarette falling out of their mouth, but they manage to catch it just before it lands on the ground. “You know who I am talking about.”
Aleksandr clenches his fists so hard his knuckles whiten. The wave of anger threatens to overwhelm him; his jaw set tightly, eyes ablaze with rage and hurt. But when he looks at Candy he doesn’t see any ill intent in their eyes, only genuine and poorly masked concern. Do they- do they really just want to talk about this with no secret motive?
His hands still shake a bit, but he manages to cool off. It doesn’t look like they are trying to provoke him at least. “It is. In a way.”
Neither of them talk for a moment. Candy looks like they are trying to come up with a question, and Aleksandr snorts. Good to see he is not the only one losing his footing here, but he needs to slow down– they are not attacking him, there is no need to be so defensive. It will only show his vulnerability.
Easier said than done.
“You never told me what happened to him.” Candy says, if only to fill the awkward silence. They probably regret asking anything in the first place.
The air around them tenses, it feels like static against their skin. It’s getting hard to breathe even for those that have no need for it. “He got tired of me and left; that’s enough of an explanation for you?”
Candy actually winces at that, probably cursing themself for probing an old wound, but they don’t back down. They never do. “Listen, maybe it’s not my place to ask, but I’m giving you a chance to talk for once. So either talk to me or tell me to fuck off and I will.”
The implication is clear– they won’t ask about this ever again if he tells them not to. Aleksandr is given a way out, something he would usually question, but he quickly finds himself at a crossroads. Candy asks painful things not to hurt him, but because.. Because they care? Because they think he needs someone to talk to about this?
He throws his head back, unable to deal with whatever he feels right now. Instead, deciding to focus on the dark and lifeless sky. It’s void of any stars and there’s not a single cloud in sight– it is as empty as his existence is. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the smell of life with all its pollution.
Or maybe it’s him who is poisoning everything. Aleksandr has stagnated for so long, and he has seen many people come and go. Some hurt more than others.
He probably does need that talk, huh.
“June found out what I did in the hospital.” He starts slow, keeping his voice monotone. No need to get emotional over it– it won’t change anything anyway. Candy keeps their eyes on him, but it seems like he’s talking more to the city than to them. “I told him my research was necessary for me to survive, to have leverage against the Second Inquisition and the Camarilla.”
“You told him it was the only reason?” Candy asks, gentler than usual, no bite behind the question. They are not here to argue, they made it clear enough.
“It was the only one he needed to know.” He fumbles with the cigarette again, putting it behind his ear a second later. “He tried to fight me, told me there's another way– there had to be. He suggested leaving with him, to lay low for a while; he said no one needs to suffer for my freedom. I called him naive, he didn’t know this world.”
Aleksandr’s laughter is a quiet thing, more self-pitying than anything else. He shouldn’t have approached June in the first place– another one of his many, many mistakes. The list of them grows longer with each year, and he is over a hundred years old. “He didn’t listen, and told me I could do better, be better. I said that I was already so much more than he will ever be. I thought-”
Clearing his throat, Aleksandr swallows down what he really wants to say– that he drove away the only person who was willing to put up with him. Longer than the others at least. “We agreed to talk about this later when both of us had some time to calm down, but when I woke up he wasn’t there. He just left without saying anything.”
Candy plays with a lighter, closing and opening it again, and they keep quiet. The emotions with which air is charged are unfamiliar. Neither of them usually talk about such things– it’s easier to pretend you don’t care, to shrug it off. Aleksandr feels too exposed, and judging by the frown on Candy’s brow, they don’t know how to feel either. But it feels… liberating to talk about this finally.
“Did you love him?” Candy whispers after another long minute passes.
“I don’t know.” The smile on his face is sad, melancholic. Aleksandr asked himself the same question once, and he still has no answer. “How do you know when you love someone?”
They pause, rolling their lips together. “No idea.”
They have no answer, and the city doesn’t either when he glances at it again. Aleksandr doesn’t feel better yet. Maybe it’ll come with time or maybe it’s one of those wounds that never really go away and he simply needs to bottle it down again. Won’t be the first time.
The conversation dies away, drowned by the sounds of people moving around, of cars driving faster than they should. People laugh, some cry and argue on the streets– it’s life in all its glory. Aleksandr felt out of touch with it for so long, but this talk, the emotions caused by it brought him a little bit closer to feeling alive again.
“Candy?” His voice is almost fragile in the dark where there is nothing but them– only the void of the sky and the cold, cold city; he feels strangely soft, strangely safe.
“Yeah?”
The words die on his tongue, and he’s not even sure what he wanted to say. A thank you perhaps? For being the only one to ask, the only one to care enough to listen? For being here when he needed it the most?
Aleksandr sighs quietly, and Candy doesn’t force him to elaborate, they’re staring somewhere into the distance. Something troubles them, but he doesn’t ask. It would be too much, too soon.
Eventually, he takes the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it into his mouth. He reaches out his hand, silently asking for a lighter, and Candy gives it to him, grumbling only slightly.
Aleksandr smiles, inhaling the smoke. Nice to know he’s special. “Didn’t know you were such a softie, worrying about your friend like that.”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you, too.” Candy rolls their eyes, something they do way too often around him, and his smile grows even wider. The sincerity of it would be shocking to anyone else, but Candy just elbows him, grinning.
They sit like this some more, but the expression on Candy’s face goes as quickly as it appeared. They get up, overlooking the city one last time. There’s a heaviness in the way they stand, shifting from one foot to another. Aleksandr’s smile falls, and he waits for a catch.
Because of course there is always one.
“I came here to tell you that I'll be leaving for Tucson in a few hours. I drove here to pick up a package for Lettow.” They say, answering Aleksandr’s much earlier question of why they were here in the first place, completely ignoring the previous conversation as if it never happened. “But I've heard the Inquisition forces are gathering here. I'm not sure I'll stop by any time soon until everything settles.”
It feels like a goodbye, and it probably is one. If the Inquisition strikes, they might not see each other ever again, one of them might even end up dead or be forced to pick an opposite side. He nods, scholing his expression into an emotionless mask once again, but the unease still rises up to his throat.
Aleksandr isn’t good with goodbyes, neither is Candy.
“You have my number in case something happens.” With that they glance at him one last time.
When they hold his gaze, the look they send him says more than they ever could– be careful, Sasha. He doesn't reply, but the you too, Candy is clear in his eyes.
He watches them go silently, his heart empty again.
#thank you so much for the ask bones i had a lot of fun !!!#SAD ALEKSANDR HOURS#SAAAAAAAAAAD#you can descride this fic as two assholes who are also friends are being assholes and try to hide that they care abt their friend#CAN U HEAR MY SCREAMING AT BOTH OF THEM? BECAUSE I AM DOING IT SO LOUDLY#PYHJIOFGHGHFDOIGHKDFOPGIDFDPF;KSDOIH IJKOFGHG#NEITHER OF THEM KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE AND CANDY WANTS TO HELP AND SASHA IS GREATFUL BUT THEY JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY IT OR WHAT THEY#EVEN FEEL AND LIKE#THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S CLOSEST FREINDS AND LIKE THERES TRUST THERE ITS SUBTLE BUT THERES AND LIKE#SASHA DOESNT LET PEOPLE CLOSE OFTEN AND HE DID WITH CANDY BUT THEY HAVE TO LEAVE TOO AND IM HFGJDKSFJASDOIFDAS#love them and i WILL talk more abt their friendship <- this is a threat#nico.fic#my oc: aleksandr#my oc: candy
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hi i have some disorganized thoughts/hcs abt the found family human doctor au
(one of the thoughts being i should really give it a better name. another being YES this is only the nuwho doctors atm bc that's the only series i've watched so far apologies. if i ever get around to watching classic who i will add them trust)
BEHOLD my random, not at all in-depth headcanons
nine is the only one with a car out of all of them. they all keep bugging him to drive/pick them up from places -- he has mixed feelings about being the assigned taxi driver
both twelve and eleven are teachers -- college professor and preschool teacher respectively. twelve's students love them because he will say the most stupid, hilarious shit with a straight face without even knowing and eleven's students love him because he is the only teacher at the school that will dance with them during musical chairs (he doesn't even play the game. he just dances)
i want to make one of them an actual doctor but i don't think any of them could handle it unfortunately
they all share an an apartment flat on the same level -- nine, twelve and fifteen live in one room, ten, eleven and thirteen live in the one across from them. of course there are other people in the building too but they're all used to the strange loud hyperactivity of that particular flat. i think i'm using the right terminology here. yall know what im talking about
(i'm so tempted to make some companions be their neighbors)
nine and ten are the most insomniac of all of them, so they're used to bumping each other in the dead of night on their way to raid each other's respective fridges or something. very rarely thirteen will join them and they're like "WELL FANCY SEEING YOU HERE"
twelve does sleep, but like. he's nocturnal
eleven and ten hate each other in a sibling kind of way (see: day of the doctor). they are constantly sending each other death threats or tripping each other over. everyone is sick of it
sometimes when they're out shopping you'll hear ten yell "GET OUT OF THE FROZEN FOOD YOU NUMPTY WE ARE NOT BUYING FISH FINGERS" over the aisles and you'll hear eleven whine "WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH" back
(if you're lucky you'll be able to catch fifteen mumble "why did we put them in the same apartment. are we asking for an eviction notice")
eventually eleven will pick a random stray cat off the side of the road, take her home, and name her bowtie, which is a stupid name, so everyone just defaults to calling her kitty
kitty's favourite person is twelve, to eleven's absolute despair
(my original idea for this was to initially have ten hate the idea of living with a cat, since he's stated full on in the show that he doesn't like cats, but apparently there is some very obscure doctor who comic run in which he falls into a depressive spiral and adopts a cat whom he names rose-the-cat, so he might actually like cats idk?)
anyway ten hates her until he doesn't lmao. he vents to her when there's no one else home and she will Stare at him back and it is a very nice friendship
kitty and nine watch shitty romcom together
they have a joint groupchat together -- half of it is just thirteen and fifteen assigning everyone outfits they find on pinterest and the other half is eleven asking where everyone went (he keeps getting lost when they go out)
nine doesn't know how to download pictures off the internet and so resorts to manually editing memes together to send to the groupchat and everyone's like "girl that's so much more effort........."
(yes he doesn't know how to press save image to camera roll but he knows how to use a photo editor flawlessly. such is the logic of the idiocy of the doctors)
eleven and thirteen get along very well i think. they're the only two of the group to play video games and so they bond over that. they also have ridiculously similar clothing taste
sometimes they'll succeed in getting fifteen to play pokemon with them and then they'll proceed to not see him until the next day when he comes out of his room and goes "you didn't tell me plusle couldn't evolve i've been levelling it up all fucking night"
friday is assigned movie night (it's always big hero 6)
eleven is the only one to actively seek out physical affection, usually really abruptly like clinging to thirteen's back as she passes him in the hall or bapping ten with the palm of his hand until he sighs and gives him a hug. he does expect a platonic kiss on the forehead from anyone before he goes to bed and will complain if he doesn't get one
anyway thats it i'm sick in the head and really sad. if this keeps up i may be forced to actually write a fic
#doctor who#spoop speaks#if anyone has a name for this au i'm OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS#if anyone wants to write fic/draw art for this au YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. IM ACTIVELY BEGGING. PLEASE#might delete this post if i get too self conscious it is. just. words. ew
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AGRGAGRGAV i always ponder how alenoah reunion would go because like . it could go So many different ways
like how do they feel about each other now?? i always feel like after world tour is over, noah’s irritation would fizzle out and he’d be back to winning the idgaf war, accepting that in the end it was just a game and alejandro ended up playing better than him
alejandro’s feelings on the subject feel more complex to me like. does he accept the fact that, while noah’s words were harsh, they held some truth?? i view his reaction to noah talking behind his back as very telling of how close they were (despite the relatively short amount of time they spent together)
personally i think that pre-london they were close friends because they could match each other’s humour/wit, like how they laugh at tyler on the runway and when alejandro tells a mean-spirited joke regarding lindsay’s intelligence he tells it to noah, and Cmon guys, i know it was a team challenge but they still spent like 18 hours traversing the amazon together i just know they bonded during that!!! i wont even get into the fact that they’re always standing next to each other / hanging out in the background because i will be a pigeon pecking at crumbs and ive already gone off topic from the original reunion idea
anyway i think alejandro was mad because he thought he could consider noah a friend but he can see noah maybe doesnt feel the same way + hes a threat anyway soooo bye bye noah, question is would he hold a grudge over it and if yes then how long for
and what r they doing in their lives now when they meet again?? is alejandro still with heather or did that doomed relationship crash and burn (again)? is noah with emma or did things not work out after the race? and of course this differs depending on which world tour ending you’re going for, because is alejandro finally a winner or does his family still view him as the runner up they’ve always seen him as, second place silver in a robot suit, never quite good enough for gold (had to go off topic again, burromuerto family angst Gets Me)
would they miss the brief friendship they had? does noah ever meet a contestant on another one of him and owen’s reality shows and get a fleeting reminder of alejandro when they flirt or flash him a smile? does he get tired of no one else being on his wavelength and cast his mind back to that one boy that was? does alejandro ever turn on the tv and spot noah on one of those dumb shows?? and if he does what does he think?
ough i got off topic so many times i love thinking abt them in the future, they dont even have to reunite i also enjoy the bittersweet angst of right people wrong time/place… i think things would’ve been better for them if a million dollars wasn’t on the line
also i am not reading all this before i post it so if there are mistakes or it doesnt make sense then . pretend u didnt see it ^_^
#long ramble#alenoah#im literally not normal about them#ive had brainrot all day#i hope they explode#total drama#td alejandro#total drama alejandro#alejandro burromuerto#td noah#total drama noah#im mentally eel#there are brief mentions of other characters but i cant be bothered tagging them#total drama world tour#tdwt
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hey! can i ask what your thoughts are on sokkaang? why do you ship them?:)
Oh my gosh. Okay, so funnily enough I literally gave a break down to someone yesterday. Sokkaang is my little rare pair gem that I hold close to my heart.
I did write this meta, but that doesn't cover even half my thoughts.
I'll give you the short version first in case you don't want to read my full ramblings:
Sokka is Aang's biggest protector. Aang. The Avatar. Sokka is a nonbender but he don't give a shit bc Aang still needs and deserves protection.
Aang is the biggest believer in Sokka. He thinks all his ideas are genuis, and unironically uses the stupid names he comes up with. He also brings fun to Sokka.
They're smart and wise seperately, but idiots together and I love that. I just think they'd make fantastic partners in all things.
Long Version:
So, I'm a sucker for protective tropes, right? And something that absolutely kills me about Sokka and Aang is that Sokka is a nonbender and Aang is literally the most powerful person on the planet, but it is Sokka who protects Aang. I've always been soft for Aang and more than anything I want good things for him. Too many people throw him at threats, too many people expect great things from him.
Sokka doesn't. He fights Hei Bai for Aang while everyone stands back. He realizes Aang needs them in the Bato episode. His plans to defeat the fire lord are always centered on helping Aang, giving Aang any advantage he can. At this point I'm just repeating my earlier meta BUT
Basically, when I realized this I was just like, "aw, cute friendship"
And then I remembered the fuckin "Toph writes a letter" plan. The two are fucking idiots together. It's hilarious that they affect eachother like this and it's not even like, unrealistic, because of what Aang does for Sokka.
Aang is Sokka's biggest supporter. He usually happily follows Sokka's ideas, he accepts the stupid names Sokka comes up with and uses them unironically. Aang belives Sokka to be a genuis, which means he doesn't question his ideas when they're stupid, he just trusts it's a genuis idea because of course it is, Sokka came up with it. And Sokka soaks that up like a sponge.
People talk about Aang bringing fun to Katara and like, 10/10 I love that, but I feel like it's not talked about as often just how much Sokka changes thanks to the brightness Aang brings. I'm paraphrasing someone elses meta here but I don't remember where I saw it but if you know it lmk, but Sokka literally goes from "You can't fight firebenders with fun" (to which Aang replies "You should try it sometime") to the finale where he gets rid of an entire crew by fucking around all amused at himself. He goes from the most sour character to the joke filled idiot we all know and love. I do believe a lot of that is thanks to Aang's influence.
So, yeah, cute friendship, blah blah, but then I was thinking about post-war them and I realized, despite zukaang being my favorite ship and loving kataang, there's no one I'd rather see travel around with Aang than Sokka. That's always been their dynamic, Aang with the purpose and Sokka with the maps and plans to get it done. I want Aang to be able to continue to rely on Sokka in tough spots, I want Sokka to continue experiencing the world and fun thanks to Aang.
I just don't see Sokka wanting to settle back down and take on the responsibility shoved onto him as a child. He fucking bloomed thanks to being on the road and getting true oppertunities to use his strengths and I want that for him.
And Aang is Not Good at the whole plans and stuff. Sokka is so good at filling the gaps in Aang's abilities and I don't want Aang to lose that. I don't want him to lose the person that says "I don't care if he's the avatar, I'm going to fight his battles with him." I feel like Aang would be lost in some ways without him.
Then I was thinking abt Aang's admiration and belief in Sokka and realized, it wouldn't take much to tip that into a crush, esp for Aang who falls so easily.
And Sokka, we have established, is attracted to people that could kick his ass without ever landing a blow. I can see Tall Aang being Sokka's surprise gay realization.
And I just think, if they were together romantically, it would be so drama free because it would be the epitome of a relationship built on friendship. They'd just be together. No bells or whistles. I feel liked they'd just be chill af about it. They'd love eachother and it'd be as simple as that.
Just, partners, in everything. I love them so much. I'm so alone in shipping this but I have so many sokkaang ideas and they will never not be dear to me. Also, tbh, it helps that Sokka is my favorite character after Aang ksndksnd
#sokkaang#sokkaang talks#atla#woodlaflababab#i have many feelings about them#thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about them#i need to write more sokkaang metas
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how I think different pairings of nuwho companions would get on:
(not including characters who have already met in tv show canon)
engaged to be married:
jack + river: i mean come on. they’re obsessed w each other, they go shopping together, they commit crimes together, and they torment the doctor together
jack + clara: specifically jack and immortal!clara from post-s10. they’re not in like a committed romantic relationship, they just have an intensely romantic friendship, a lot of sex, got drunk married in space vegas, and then just never got a divorce
best friends, literally inseparable:
rose + donna: I KNOW donna would have rose in tears w laughter 24/7. they’d have so much fun and talk so much shit together and the doctor would never know peace again and okay: HEAR ME OUT. If rose fell in love w metacrisis!ten…. I think she also would’ve fallen in love w metacrisis!donna. That’s all
rose + bill: rose at 19 and bill at 19 would be besties, but bill would have a MASSIVE crush on s4 rose <3 they have a lot in common and rose finds bills awkwardness and sense of humor enormously endearing
jack + amy: oh god…. rip rory you will never recover from this
martha + rory: doctor friends!!! logic oriented people who are more aware of the damage the doctor is capable of than some of his other companions!! they get along great in literally every situation you could put them in
martha + clara: i don’t know why but I think they’d be kind of perfect? really good teamwork but also they’d just genuinely enjoy each other’s company. martha knows how to tell clara to chill out w out getting her mad and clara tells martha she can do better any times she mentions ten or mickey
martha + bill: pure vibes. they have a very similar response of bafflement to the doctors bullshit and I just think they would have a great time
river + clara: okay. personally i think mel and clara had a toxic homoerotic whirlwind friendship that ended in disaster and heartbreak and probably some jail time. post-s10 clara and river don’t exactly pick up where they left off but they definitely still adore each other and have a wonderful “human who has been made immortal/given an augmented lifespan by means of gallifreyan technology” trio with jack
river + bill: river is bills adoptive mother/grandmother. end of story. river adores her, is so proud of her, spoils her at every oportunity, and bill thinks she’s the coolest person she’s ever met and can’t believe she’s married to the doctor
casual friendship:
rose + martha: they’re friends! but they come from very different backgrounds and i don’t think they’d actually have much in common
rose + amy: again, they’d be friends but just wouldn’t end up hanging out much! they ALWAYS back each other up in arguments though
rose + rory: I think they’d both find each other really sweet! don’t really have any other thoughts abt them
jack + rory: jack flirts w him, rory pretends to be annoyed but it actually genuinely flattered
jack + bill: bill is entertained by him and they have some wlw/mlm solidarity moments but eh, they never get super close
donna + amy: would rly rly rly enjoy making fun of the doctor together. that’s it
donna + clara: clara would just sit back and watch donna tear into every villain/threat/etc they came across and find it extremely entertaining
donna + bill: they have not stopped laughing since they met
rory + clara: they’re both calmed by each other’s presence in the face of danger! rory knows clara has a plan, clara knows there’s someone around who’s better at making sure no one’s hurt or left behind
respect/functional but not close:
martha + river: they’d work well together if they needed to but they literally could not have less in common
donna + rory: eh! again, not much in common. very different energies
amy + clara: idk why but these two just don’t work well for me in my head? they don’t dislike each other but it’s just kinda like. Yeah ok
indifference:
martha + amy: I think martha would be a little irritated w amy’s lack of planning amidst crisis but otherwise they’d be like. Okay
outright dislike:
rose + clara: idk where to put these two cause: clara would drive s1 rose out of her mind w her control issues, rose with her possessiveness over the doctor, clara would get patronizing and rose would get immature. however s10 clara and s4 rose would be an INCREDIBLE team and it wouldn’t matter how they felt abt each other, they’d solve any and every problem you threw at them
donna + missy: the only reason no one’s dying is because missy finds her entertaining. the verbal sparring would be legendary but donna is way too moral and way too protective over the doctor to not absolutely hate missy
amy + missy: amy is used to rivers chaos so she’s not as stressed out by missy as other companions might be but um. Still definitely not a fan.
rory + missy: he wants absolutely nothing to do with her which includes getting close enough to kill or be killed
*mid fight* are we abt to kiss rn?: 
rose + river: good god can you imagine? i think rose would immediately go for how she acted w sarah jane and river would be flirty in a ?condescending way? but there’d be an underlying tension that everyone else would be terrified to point out
river + missy: enough said.
someone is getting murdered:
rose + missy: absolutely not
martha + missy: after what simm!master did? it’s on sight sorry
jack + missy: i want them to get along so bad but. same issue as the above unfortunately
#i am open to criticism!#and I was very tempted to put rose and clara in the ‘are we abt to kiss rn’ section#also sorry missy you’re just horrible to everyone all the time. if I was putting canon interactions you’d be in bestie zone with bill ok#dw hc#rose tyler#jack harkness#martha jones#donna noble#amelia pond#rory williams#river song#clara oswald#bill potts#missy#doctor who#mios#long post
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Hiya, do u have a carrd or anything with info on your ocs? I love reading about ocs n all that crap but the tumblr search function is like actually evil. Keir seems super interesting but it’s like killing me trying to find posts to recap his lore 😭
i don’t i’m afraid!! it’s just his enormous mess of a tag as the lore built up... i might make something sometime??? i hadnt thought abt it tbh. in the meantime feel free to ask me any and all questions even if it’s something i’ve probably already said, i love going over this stuff and will do so forever if even slightly prompted. on that note, if it helps, here is a briefly condensed version:
keir is a red personality (aggressive/direct) non-mage hawke. i did his full playthrough as a warrior, i sometimes talk about switching him to rogue, but the only really important thing is that he’s a reaver and will bite you for real
he’s a man of few words, extremely blunt and threatening to the point of being absurdly over-the-top with pretty much all strangers, and much softer but still bluntly earnest with the small group of people he considers his own. he considers himself first and foremost a protector and would do anything to keep those people safe. his father malcolm was a strict man who raised him to do this and he accepted that wholeheartedly. consider him a guard dog. killed his first templar in defence of the family aged 15
he adores and idolises magic and fiercely supports mage freedom, though ultimately he would absolutely sacrifice a wider “cause” if doing so would keep his mages safe. fortunately or unfortunately, he can’t do that because the two are inextricable
he’s a proud fereldan and cares very little for kirkwall (hates kirkwall. hates kirkwall. someone please get him out of here) and its nobility, which tends to show in his appearance and behaviour. long braided hair, the streak across his nose is kaddis, and takes his mabari, silla, absolutely everywhere
he’s elf-blooded via his father, who was the bastard son of a fereldan elven servant girl and an orlesian chevalier who was with the occupation
his playthrough has circle mage bethany. he adores her and he would do anything for her but her acceptance of her fate and disillusionment with his overprotectiveness meant they had an increasingly strained relationship. it was because she was trapped that he couldn’t leave the city. once he was champion, meredith essentially had a knife to his sister’s throat whenever she wanted his compliance, not to mention the looming threat to anders and merrill, making those three years the worst and most terrifying in his life
he romances anders! friendmance and they escape kirkwall together in the end. not always easy but he really loves him, justice half included. there’s a lot of lore here ummm if i mention the “and they were housemates” timeline, that’s my silly mutual pining alternate version of events where anders moves into the amell estate for safekeeping before he and keir actually get together. if i mention aura hawke, that’s the potential daughter i occasionally hc for them
he had previous relationships with morrigan (in lothering as young 20-somethings) and merrill (during act 1). you cannot keep him away from those romanceable mages
he’s still close friends with merrill. isabela is his best friend. he has a complicated, semi-antagonistic friendship with varric, who was really closer with anders but now after the fact doesn’t want to remember that. he deeply respects and is friends with fenris. he did rivalry with sebastian, but in an agree-to-disagree way where they considered each other friends nonetheless until All That happened. he had a more genuine rivalry with aveline though still coloured by their trauma bonding
i THINK those are the main beats of his lore but he’s my most discussed and developed dragon age character so i’m sure i’ve missed some of the assorted junkyard of thoughts
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HEAR ME OUT. rottmnt x gn reader (separate-romantic/platonic) whos part of the foot!! i kinda wanna see how they meet, and after getting to know each other, he starts having a crush (or feels a very close friendship) on them? does he hide this from his brothers? and what abt reader? how are they going to hide this from the foot?? anyways, hope youll do this, i dont see a lot of foot! reader, so yeah 😭🙏
nonnie bb i'm obsessed with ur mind for this one i love u
also sticking this under a readmore because i got carried away
rise!turtles x foot!reader
raph! ❤️
Raph met you on a solo mission retrieving a piece of Shredder's armour.
it was an important mission for you, as you were trying to prove yourself to be worthy of a promotion within the foot clan.
unfortunately, you quickly realized the piece wasn't there after all, it was a trap set by Big Mama
Raph didn't see you as a friend, but it was clear you both held a distrust for the spider and so he put his feelings for the foot aside and worked with you to get away. you made a pretty amazing pair to be honest, but neither of you would admit that.
you two end up on a roof blocks away, and as the relief wears off you're left with the frustration of missing out on this promotion. you don't really know why you spill your guts to the turtle but you do, telling him how frustrated you are over the whole thing.
and Raph doesn't know why he listens, but he does. he goes so far as to try and comfort you, telling you that from what he saw during your fight you were an amazing fighter, and that if the foot clan didn't recognize that then it was their problem.
sitting on that roof, you began to realize that you actually really liked Raph's company, and instead of parting ways right there you asked if he'd join you for a trip to your favorite diner.
this becomes a habit for the two of you and both of you know it's a bad idea to befriend the enemy, but neither of you can help it!
Raph is careful with certain details, never telling you where he and his brothers live or what they're up to, but he's very vulnerable in just about every other area. it's nice to have someone to talk to about his worries and his hopes, and it's even nicer knowing that you're actually listening, not just pretending.
as friends, he feels like he can handle hiding things pretty well. his brothers don't need to know that he's accidentally befriended the enemy. but as things get more serious with the threat of the Shredder, it becomes harder for Raph to constantly face you in fights - especially knowing that the Shredder's armor is getting closer and closer to being finished. the Shredder may have been the head of the foot clan once upon a time, but Raph worries that once it's released, the Shredder won't hold any true alliance to the foot clan, which means there's no guarantee you won't get hurt.
he starts asking you to leave the foot whenever you guys meet up, making it clear that while he'll always be your friend, he fears he won't be able to protect you once the shredder is unleashed. you don't think there's anything to worry about, and every time Raph tries to get you to leave you turn him down.
you genuinely love Raph's presence in your life, but you're loyal to the foot and you can't imagine leaving it for anyone. sometimes though, the worry in his face gets to you, and for the first time in your life you can't help but wonder if you're doing the right thing being with the foot
you want advice, but you don't exactly have anyone to turn to. the people you trust most are even more loyal to the foot than even you, you know that if you ask they'll tell you to stay. but even if they were capable of being objective, no one in the clan knows that you've befriended Raph, and for good reason.
you can't imagine that your friendship would be accepted in the eyes of the foot, and you don't want to find out what could happen if you told them. in the same way Raph's kept your friendship secret from his family, you're keeping the secret from yours.
it isn't easy, though. questions arise whenever you head out on your own, and you can only use the patrol excuse so many times before eyebrows start getting raised.
it's even worse if there's romantic feelings involved. it's a mutual crush that neither of you are willing to acknowledge because you both know that will just make things harder. it's easier to ignore the romance budding between you guys and act like everything's fine.
on Raph's side of things, Leo picks up pretty quickly on the fact that his big brother is into someone and starts snooping, but you and Raph manage to avoid his prying eyes.
your friendship becomes strained as your crushes grow with the threat of the Shredder looming over you, and it results in the two of you spending less and less time together.
until the Shredder is finally unleashed, that is. and much to your horror, you realized that maybe Raph had been right to worry about it.
the armor is even darker and more dangerous than you'd expected, and you can't help but worry that you and the foot have really made a mistake bringing the Shredder back.
things really come to a head when Draxum and Splinter are caught by the Shredder, and when Splinter gets used for his Hamato nimpō. you know how much Raph loves his family and you realize that you love him too much to just watch this all take place.
you and Cassandra are put in charge of guarding Splinter, and against your better judgement you confess to them both that you've been hanging out with Raph and that it's complicated your feelings for the clan.
surprisingly, Cassandra tells you that your first loyalty should be to your heart. and that really is enough to help you make your decision.
when the turtles arrive to defeat the Shredder, you decide to help them, severing your ties to the foot for good. Raph couldn't be happier by your choice, and Leo is relieved to finally have an answer to who his brother's been sneaking around seeing.
you all win the final battle, and you take this as your chance to start a new life, this time with an alliance to the Hamato clan instead of the foot.
and you and Raph can finally hang out without feeling the need to hide, which is a really good feeling for you both.
if you're crushing on each other, i hate to tell you this but Leo is constantly teasing you both about it. he tells Donnie and Mikey that you and Raph have a thing for each other and the three of them are relentless trying to get you two together.
Raph, naturally, is annoyed with their antics. but the three of them do set up a very sweet date night and Raph does confess his feelings, so the teasing works out in the end.
Leo! 💙
you meet the turtles during an unexpected run-in while you and other foot soldiers are training, and you can't really explain how you became friends with Leo.
because he was so annoying, okay? he's cocky and he's arrogant and you want to knock him down a peg but that's hard to do when he can walk the walk and talk the talk.
Leo knows you're annoyed by him and that's why he focuses in on you. you're hit with the one-liners every time you guys square off and your utter frustration with his cheesy words always makes Leo giggle.
you guys go on like this for a few months, but the vibes change one day when you stumble across the turtle alone in the afternoon.
you were just out clearing your mind and decided that hiding out on a rooftop would get you the peace and quiet you were looking for.
but you get up there and you'll never guess who also happens to be on the roof, of all the roofs in new york city.
you're not sure if you want to leave or scream or strange the turtle upon first spotting him, but you decide against all three when you realize that Leo is injured.
he insists that the cut is worse than it looks, and that sometimes even after all these years, training with a blade can get you pretty ugly injuries.
you don't know why you offer to help him, but he doesn't accept. turns out, he's a pretty good medic and patches himself up with a practiced ease.
he does, however, ask you to stay on the roof with him. he doesn't want to worry his brothers with his cut but he doesn't exactly want to be alone either. and you should say no, but you don't.
it's a weird time. you guys talk and Leo is still sort of a dork with his stupid jokes but it's different. he's different, a more genuine, more vulnerable version of your personal worst enemy, and you don't exactly hate it.
but you guys are not friends, okay? you're not, you insist. it doesn't matter that you and Leo start bumping into each other more and more on rooftops. it doesn't matter that you let him help patch up your wounds whenever you get hurt. it doesn't matter if you guys start hanging out on the ground as well as on roofs.
it matters a little bit, actually. but you're sworn to the foot clan and you're not about to let people know that you're hanging out with a member of the Hamato clan, no thank you.
Leo, on the other hand, has no problem telling people that you two are most definitely besties.
he sees you in fights and is all "omg hey bestie!!!! what's up!!!!!!!" and you contemplate murder every time.
you would never though, because unfortunately for you you've grown attached to this absolute clown.
yes he's insufferable and a fool but he's understanding and makes you happy. and even though Leo's let approximately every single living thing in new york know that you're hanging out, you haven't been punished or kicked out of the foot, so slowly you start to be more open about the friendship too.
Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute do sit you down and make sure that your loyalty to the clan hasn't been affected, and when they're satisfied with your responses they let it go.
you're relieved honestly, because when you're not training these days all you want to do is hang out with your best friend and it's so much easier now that you're not hiding all the time.
if we're taking the platonic route, things continue on like this. Leo doesn't push you to leave the foot and you don't feel the need to. if the turtles get caught up with other villains in the mystic city, you sometimes help them out. it's a strange and surprising friendship to everyone watching from the outside looking in, but you and Leo are fine with the system you've worked out.
things are a little different if romantic feelings get involved, though.
you're very aware of your crush, admittedly, but you struggled confessing to be friends, confessing to this would be so much worse.
and it doesn't help that Leo is absolutely blind to his own crushes. that guy can clock anyone with a crush in a ten-mile radius but when it comes to himself? he's oblivious for the longest time.
but then one day he just realizes out of the blue, and it makes him panic a little. befriending the enemy is one thing, but falling in love??? what is he supposed to do with that???????
you two never really talk about it, but you both know there's something there. and it makes everything weird for a while.
your crush pushes you away from the foot a little. you're still affiliated with them, and are still very much a foot soldier, but you drop in a lot less often in an effort to avoid facing the turtles in any fights.
you and Leo are a little like Batman and Catwoman and i could elaborate but then we'd be here forever.
the years pass and you two are just in this fun little flirtationship and you both act like you're fine with it but you're also both definitely pining over each other.
Mikey, Donnie, Raph, and Cass have a running bet over whether or not the two of you will ever take the next step. Donnie and Cass are convinced you won't.
Donnie! 💜
you were in the junkyard looking for an old artifact Foot Lieutenant asked for. Donnie was in the junkyard looking for some bits and pieces for a new project. it's the first time you've ever seen one of the turtles outside of a fight and all you can think is that this one is such a fucking dork.
he's over there muttering excitedly to himself and you're simply too fascinated to worry about artifacts so you slide your way over and ask him what he's doing.
initially Donnie doesn't want to tell you anything because you're the enemy, but you flat out tell him you're on a wild goose chase for some old piece of junk and that you're a little convinced this thing isn't even real. you've searched so many different locations for it, several other soldiers have, and every time you each come back empty-handed.
you already know you're not going to find it tonight, so you tell the turtle you're more interested in bothering him.
he's still suspicious, but he slowly starts telling you about some top-secret project he's trying to finish and how he's looking for some pieces to help bring the project together.
do you know what half of the words he's saying mean? no. but you listen intently and he seems happy to have an extra pair of ears to listen to him because within half an hour he's full-on rambling about his plans and thoughts and you're genuinely loving every minute of it.
by the time Donnie calls it a night, he's accepted you as an unexpected new friend, even if you're a foot soldier. he asks if you'd like to meet up in the dump the next week and look for more stuff together, and you happily agree.
it becomes a thing between you two. you'll pick through dumps and junkyards looking for old tech or scrap bits. sometimes Donnie rants about his struggles with his family, sometimes you rant about feeling lost in the foot clan. it's strange to feel like you have so much in common with someone you're supposed to consider an enemy, but Donnie makes you feel seen and heard, and you do the same to him. in spite of everything, you both are bonded in a way you don't have words for.
Donnie doesn't intend to tell anyone, worried that his family wouldn't understand, but one night after hanging out with you he returns to the lair and finds April waiting for him. she'd come to ask him for homework help earlier in the night and was told he was in the junkyard, and ended up catching the two of you together.
naturally she demands to know everything about you, and asks Donnie if he's aware you're in the foot clan. he tells her that he doesn't care, because you're his friend and even if your clans are at war it doesn't mean he and you have to be at war too.
if he's crushing on you, April clocks it immediately.
regardless of romantic feelings, she demands to meet you and when she does she interrogates you for the longest before deciding that you're okay. you and April end up becoming friends too, and the three of you hang out whenever possible.
you keep it a secret from the foot because you already struggle with feeling like you belong there and fear that your friendship with Donnie will finally give the foot a reason to get rid of you.
you guys live like this for the next couple of years, it's not the most ideal thing ever but you make it work and it's fine.
remember that artifact though?? because after a couple of years it finally gets found.
you don't remember a lot about the krang invasion. they possessed you right off the bat with the rest of the foot clan and infected your brain.
the entire invasion was traumatizing to Donnie, but the aftermath was even worse in some ways - especially when he found you.
regardless of whether there's romantic feelings involved, Donnie is determined to save you, and brings you to the lair to work on an antidote.
of course, he's able to get it worked out after a few days of trial and error, and you’re the first person he administers the antidote.
if we’re going the romantic route, the moment you regain consciousness he celebrates by wrapping you up in his arms and telling you that he loves you.
it’s maybe not the most romantic setup, but he’s almost lost way too many people and time’s too valuable to waste. and he’s been harboring these feelings for a long time, he’s just never found the right moment to share those feelings.
Donnie’s learned after the whole invasion thing that right moments don’t mean shit, and he’s not willing to let another moment pass.
in the platonic version, you wake up and get pulled into a long, crushing hug by Donnie. he’s relieved to know his best friend is back, and whether you like it or not you’re kept in the lab for a few days so Donnie can monitor your condition.
once you’re feeling better, you make the decision to leave the foot clan. it’s tainted for you now, you don’t want anything to do with them anymore.
these days, you run with the hamato clan, training with them and making a new life with yourself.
and of course, you still make time for those weekly junkyard trips with Donnie.
Mikey! 🧡
you bump into Mikey while the turtle was topside painting a mural. you’re just going on a one-person mission to pick up lunch for some of the other members of the foot clan, so it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to stay and watch him work.
Mikey doesn’t even notice you until he happens to turn around by chance and catches you.
after a brief but intense questioning, he deems you harmless and lets you watch while the two of you chat. you tell him what you’re supposed to be doing and confess that you’re less than thrilled to be handling so many orders on your own.
it doesn’t sound right to Mikey, so he goes along with you and helps you pick up the orders. normally he wouldn’t try and help the enemy, but he figures this can be the exception. it’s not like he’s helping you do something bad, you know? it’s just lunch!
and after you deliver it all, you spot Mikey hiding nearby gesturing to you to come over so you two could eat lunch together.
and that’s where it all starts with you two. you start seeking Mikey out to watch him paint, and you’ll usually grab a bite to eat before parting ways again. it’s nothing much, but you guys fall into a nice little routine there.
for a long time, it’s not really a friendship. you two are more friendly acquaintances, neither of you certain how to become friends considering the rivalry between the foot and hamato clans.
it takes a few months for you two to become friends, but it’s inevitable really - you two spend so much time together, and you get along surprisingly well despite everything. it takes you both by surprise but you welcome the friendship.
Mikey welcomes it too, it’s nice to make a new friend and he really loves spending time with you.
the both of you decide to keep the friendship a secret, not wanting to complicate things with input from your friends and family.
anytime the two of you find yourself in a fight, you both just avoid each other. it works well enough, but you have to admit that you don’t feel particularly great fighting your best friend’s brothers either.
it’s even harder if you’re crushing on him. you just love Mikey, how can you love him and then turn around and attack his brothers? it’s not right, but you don’t want to leave the foot clan.
and Mikey doesn’t love seeing his crush fighting his family either. he doesn’t want to ask you to leave the foot, because he’s worried you’ll come to resent him for it, but he doesn’t know what to do.
your friendship becomes strained under the pressure of your combined worries, but things snap when Foot Lieutenant and Foot Brute catch you and Mikey hanging out.
they’re absolutely enraged, and question you for hours about how long you’ve been hanging out and what you’ve shared with him.
you insist that you haven’t shared anything to ruin the integrity of the foot, but it’s ultimately not enough to convince your higher-ups, and you’re kicked out of the foot clan.
upset, you lash out at Mikey and stop talking to him for a little while. you decide to forget all about the turtles and the foot, and move on with your life.
do you miss your best friend? absolutely. but after calming down you feel absolutely terrible over the way you lashed out at him and you don’t really know how to go and apologize.
you don’t think you’ll ever speak to Mikey again, but it’s just your luck that you happen to come across him again, painting a mural the same way he’d been when you first met him.
when he realizes you’re watching him, you decide to just bite the bullet and apologize. your life has been better since leaving the clan, and if anything you feel like you should thank him for helping you get out.
really, Mikey’s just happy to know you’re doing okay. and he’s missed having you around, so he happily forgives you on the spot.
the two of you decide to try again, staring over and rebuilding your friendship in the open. it’s nice to get to know Mikey’s friends and family members this time around, and you can’t help but feel like your friendship is a lot stronger this time around.
maybe those crushes are still there, maybe you’re both more open about that too.
#now excuse me while i go think about this forever#zennie answers!#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt headcanons#save rottmnt
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I just had an au idea heavily inspired by Shamat and Riiju-lei….
Im half awake and on my phone btw pardon any typos or if it’s incoherent
Yknow Nerevarine becomes Nerevar and it’s the 4th era and all that. Except Nerevar and Voryn last left off on a really bad note. Voryn was already super corrupted by the heart but Nerevar thought he was at least semi-lucid. And Voryn had pretty harshly told Nerevar he hates him and never wants to see him again. That he’ll kill Nerevar himself to finally be free of him. And post killing dagoth ur this still fucks Nerevar up
He’s not evil Nerevar he just has. Bad ptsd from everything along w insomnia and psychosis (I have psychosis and I like writing characters with it) and he’s convinced that while he was madly in love w Voryn and tried to use that love to convince him out of the fight in the heart chamber… Voryn never really loved him. They were only friends for convenience on Voryn’s end and Voryn probably began to hate and resent him early on in the friendship but had to stay close bc Nerevar was king and could pose a threat if he let his real feelings show so he’d rather act like he enjoyed Nerevar’s company and subtly manipulated him just to survive
So when he finds Voryn’s reincarnation injured and low it’s… it gives him many mixed feelings. He’s happy to see Voryn’s face again, and also believes Voryn wouldn’t want Nerevar anywhere near him reincarnation or not. He feels guilty enjoying his reincarnation’s smile and laughter and sweet voice. But he tells himself over and over that it’s just for his sake, he would send the reincarnation somewhere else if he could but Nerevar is the best person to protect him at the moment. It’s just temporary and he’ll let the reincarnation now somewhere outside of Morrowind where he’ll actually be safe. He kept his distance enough that it’s not a super painful goodbye on the reincarnation’s heart, but he does wonder why he feels so cold and empty leaving. Nerevar wishes him good luck and sets him off to Skyrim
Where dragonborn shenanigans happen and alduin is slain. And then the gang goes to Solstheim where cult shit (outside miraak’s) happens and oops. Dagoth ur and Voryn Dagoth are both trying to get in that body. It’s a chaotic mess. Most of the cultists are dealt with but Neloth calls in Nerevar
And Nerevar. Well. He’s not happy to hear it at all but he comes running and does know the solution. He and Divayth were working on making sure dagoth ur never returns—Azura prophecized his reincarnation after all, and Nerevar interpreted in the most dire way possible assuming she meant dagoth ur and not Voryn. (To Nerevar of course she wouldn’t bother just telling him about Voryn coming back because it’s not like it concerns him. Voryn would want nothing to do with him, and hated him arguably more than the tribunal did. So she must be warning dagoth ur would be coming back)
The mask ritual is what they came up with to banish dagoth ur. But divayth warns him since he hypothesizes Voryn’s soul is completely bound to dagoth ur, a reincarnation choosing to banish dagoth ur will banish Voryn’s personality, memories, etc with it. He’ll truly never see Voryn again and won’t even have the chance to talk to him abt what happened and apologize. Nerevar says that’s definitely for the best, because as much as he wants it he doesn’t want to hurt Voryn either.
He would have done it on the reincarnation at the temple to be safe but his reincarnation seemed so sweet and lovely, he couldn’t bear the thought. The ritual is likely going to be painful and miserable and he didn’t do anything to deserve it, he didn’t choose to be Voryn’s reincarnation.
But he assures team dragonborn this is their best bet and if they encourage him he’ll be able to fight it off. He doesn’t tell them about his close relationship with Voryn or even that any bits of Voryn in him will also be banished because he doesn’t. Really think it’s relevant their friend is suffering trying to fight it off himself. And he’s in a bad way fluctuating rapidly from classic dagoth ur insults, screaming, confused screaming, and begging for Nerevar to help him—team dragonborn initially confused on who Nerevar is.
And the ritual is a success! Only it didn’t banish Voryn but instead made all of it surface in his mind and he’s out cold processing it for several days. It all seems to have worked though and he can’t sense dagoth ur’s influence on him in the slightest. Makes sure to get him all set up with healers. Though he still tries to keep his distance despite team dragonborn being like “hhhhhey db seemed to know you and kept calling for you to help what was that” and Nerevar laughs it off that he knew the man dagoth ur used to be as they were political allies for a time and basically coworkers AND he helped the reincarnation when he was injured one time so it probably all bled together. Hey he and divayth are going to be the only two ppl alive now who know there’s more to it than that his reincarnation doesn’t need to know how much bad blood there really was between them more than absolutely necessary. He’ll probably already be upset about dagoth ur and everything he doesn’t need to feel guilty about what Voryn said (and Nerevar does believe Voryn was probably in the right on that one). He does spill though that Voryn’s personality and memories will be gone AFTER the ritual is finished, but he tries to do that to reassure them that almost everything should be back to normal and they can forget this all every happened really
But uhhhhh yeah. Dragonborn wakes up with Voryn’s memories crying and demanding to go to morrowind to speak with Nerevar. Team dragonborn reassured him that Nerevar is already here on Solsthiem bc neloth called for him to help with the whole tribunal cult and weird possession shit. Lucien probably is like “he said he and your previous incarnation—well before dagoth ur—was your coworker of sorts. But that not to worry, your won’t remember anything from that man either!”
And the dragonborn has to deadpan “a little late for that. I remember everything” or smth along those lines. Just feeling absolutely awful for what he said to Nerevar before Nerevar was forced to kill him. And then gets told “he said you were political allies and coworkers” and has to go “COWORKERS?! WE WERE CLOSR FRIENDS FOR CENTURIES. THE CLOSEST OF FRIENDS. I TOLD HIM ALMOST EVERYTHING WHAT DO YOU MEAN COWORKERS?!?!” Before it dawns on him that ohhhhhh god neht actually thought this ritual would banish all of Voryn’s memories too and he’d never remember Nerevar again. But was willing to give that up to truly free him from dagoth ur’s influence like he couldn’t do so long ago. He’d rather lose his closest friend and the man he loved for a THIRD time than risk Voryn losing himself again.
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YOU THERE
GIVE ME KINGER HEADCANONS. FOR SCIENCE
UEWAGH IDK I DONT HAVE INTELLIGENT THOUGHTS ABT HIM ummmm
im inclined to agree that his body isnt very comfortable for hugs but id like to argue his hands would probably be warm since they arent Wood. softer too but probably has a fabric texture
gangle kinger friendship is so so real to me just based on how ready they were to play rock-paper-scissors for rescuing zooble. i think she shows him her art :)
speaking of its also rlly cute that he was excited to go save zooble & that he was so relieved they were ok,,, he definitely cares abt the others id like to see him interact with everyone more
i had a post drafted abt this but it didnt rlly go anywhere But he definitely knows more than he lets on. i cant quite decide if he might be playing up his mental issues To an extent to hide what he knows or if hes 100% just like that, but jaxs comment after kinger lore drops abt how digital food works makes me think kinger doesnt let that knowledge slip very often. being there the longest (of the main cast if not ever) means hes had plenty of time to pick up on how the digital world works
theres also the theory that kinger knew kaufmo had likely abstracted, which is why he declined to go check on him. kinger probably does recognize the warning signs & he drew a parallel with kaufmos obsession with exits to pomnis insistence that she saw one. a way of warning her maybe? dare i say... foreshadowing...?
i think hes unlikely to abstract any time soon. hes made it this long even with the potential loss of a lover & who knows how many friends, itd take a Lot to break him at this point. i think i mentioned this in a kingspring post somewhere but i also think that, despite these losses, kinger doesnt close himself off to forming new relationships & befriending ppl. there mightve even been a time where he Didnt try to befriend someone before they abstracted & he regretted it
theyre all pretty animated given the stylistic choices but i like to think kinger especially talks with his hands ,,, i also like to think he fidgets with his hands now & then, the way he drummed his fingers together in the gloink queen scene,,,,
i kind of agree with the idea kinger was moreso playing into his role as royalty to appease the gloink queen than him actually believing it himself, but i wouldnt be surprised if hes been there so long hes just like "ok yeah im a king." well have to see if he references it again in other contexts
i think hes more jumpy than downright a coward? he tends to flinch a lot & thats usually from being startled, but no one was Afraid of the gloink queen at all. he didnt panic until a real threat like abstracted kaufmo showed up, & he was the one to alert caine abt the situation. he might react differently in later episodes tho
lots of ppl theorize his mentions of an insect collection relate to him potentially working on the game theyre all stuck in & looking for bugs in the code & i think thats very cool but also i think he should be an entomologist :) you can always trust a man who likes bugs ok!!! i bet he was into bug taxidermy i forgot what its called. pinning? when you put them up in the display frames?? i think he probably did that too
half of me wants to say he & queenie werent even dating... ik its a very very popular fan interpretation tho so im hesitant to go against the idea. i do think it brings up an interesting concept tho,, do ppl who get sent to the circus at the same time share a theme, assuming they even joined at the same time? what determines a persons digital body? why were they so similar?
he is sooo in love with flicker <3 (/j.... unless?)
ok thats all i got 4 now u.u iirc someone else asked abt my hcs so i tried not 2 repeat myself too much xp
#most of tha time hes just spinning around in my head#ask :)#the gift menace 🎨#ramble#👑 king of my heart - kinger 👑
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Lycoris SFW alphabet please :D
Another cut! Ty for requesting Lycoris, I don't think I talk abt him enough >.>;;
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Very, very physically affectionate. Not so much verbally. Likes physical touch but also doing things for others to show his appreciation, even if they're really minor.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He's not so good at things like advice for complicated situations, but he has a strong desire to take care of people he cares about. So if you just need a shoulder to cry on or to get away from everything and be taken care of for a while, he's a good choice!
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He likes cuddles! Very used to cuddling large dogs growing up so he tends to like cuddling things he can grasp and curl around with his whole body. High risk of being suffocated by his body.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Yes! Although he's lived a pretty solitary and independent life, he's more than happy to settle down. He's pretty okay at cleaning, living by himself and all, he mostly knows the basics and isn't really particular about keeping things spotless 24/7. Really good cook tho!
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would say so in person, despite obviously hesitating and being sad, he would feel obligated to let his partner know clearly his thought process (especially because he's aware it's hard to tell what he's thinking). Just uh. Make sure you Book It. Because he will start regretting it.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Not very quick to get married but not opposed either. Likes marriage in a more idealistic-romantic-fantasy way than a way that's closer to reality. Would give his partner a silly engagement ring made of twine and flowers.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Very, very gentle physically. He's very aware of his strength and size in comparison to others. Tends to treat his s/o as fragile regardless of the circumstance. Emotionally he tries to be, but he tends to be a bit insensitive at times on accident.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Very big hugger! Doesn't do it for no reason or randomly though. Extremely long, tight bear hugs. If he's particularly excited/happy he'll lift the person in his hug and swing them back and forth a little.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Says it at a normal, level pace. Not embarrassed about saying it, but it doesn't really occur to him to say it so he doesn't say it often.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
A lot of his jealousy manifests as over protectiveness and possessiveness. Most of the time he kinda interprets his jealousy as a "this person is a threat/bad/dangerous" (which, isn't entirely wrong?) so he tries to get his s/o as far away as possible, or at least in a safer area.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are very brief and chaste. Mostly because he has No Idea what to do other than that.
He prefers kissing on the lips but he usually kisses the top of people's heads/forehead/eyebrow area because he's tall and that's all he can easily reach. He also likes kissing on the hands/knuckles/wrist. He's just really... innocent about it.
He also likes being kissed on the mouth and hands, but getting kissed on the head makes him a little... really flustered.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Kids find him really intimidating because of his resting bitch face but if they ever get over the initial impression he's actually quite good with them! He doesn't really... play? He kinda just carries them around and tosses them (or like. throws something for them) or if it's an imaginary thing he plays along (very confused though).
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He also is one who gets up early. Not as early as Tama but he does get up pretty early to do household chores n such. If you sleep in, or are slow to wake up, he will absolutely use it as an opportunity to take care of you.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He's an early riser (although not as early as Tama), so he tends to go to sleep early. Before going to sleep, he likes to read and listen to radio while sitting in bed.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Lycoris wouldn't really reveal things about himself but mostly because he doesn't feel like there's anything to share than out of a sense of privacy or wanting to hide things. He genuinely believes that everything about himself is pretty Normal and Common, but if someone asks he will bluntly say his answer without embarrassment.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Has the patience of the saint. Literally almost never gets angry. That isn't to say he doesn't get frustrated or annoyed, but usually he doesn't like, react poorly to things. Very good at staying calm, mostly because he has no idea what's going on half the time, and passively accepts things as they come.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Remembers a lot of things but mostly remembers things that alarm him or make him worried. Has things like your schedule or favorite foods memorized, but most of the time he prioritizes other things in the moment, or doesn't really know what to do with the information.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first impression from the player/MC/his s/o when they first start DMing him on FY. He sees them as very nice and helpful as they give him advice on how to take better pictures and how to fill out his profile a bit more.
While most people's passive aggression flies over his head, he's had his fair share of people get upset at him for being a bit dense or not knowing what's expected of him, so he greatly appreciates someone being able to clearly and calmly explain to him what he's doing wrong for once.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Extremely. Usually tries to physically remove himself and his s/o from the situation, or at least shield them. He doesn't really feel it's necessary to protect him, if anything trying to protect him would distress him more.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Puts extra effort into dates, anniversaries, and gifts. This mostly because he has no idea what to do for those things, so he puts in research (sourced from romance novels, the internet, and his coworkers) to draw from. Everyday tasks come most naturally to him, and makes him feel useful, so he will whisk away any task possible.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Aside from the uncontrollable paranoia he gets sometimes, he's generally pretty unobservant of his surroundings, and doesn't realize how he comes off to others. While he has awareness that
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Is well groomed, moreso out of habit than personal preference or wanting to please others. Otherwise, doesn't really pay attention. Sometimes after rolling around in the dirt with his dogs, he'll try to hug his s/o, forgetting he's covered in mud.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Absolutely. He'll be functioning, but he'll definitely be in a near-permanent mourning period. Mostly just very... melancholy, extra clingy to his dogs, and responds very poorly to things that remind him of his missing s/o. (I know it sounds like they died, but this would also be the response if they like, somehow skipped town or otherwise became disincluded in his life.)
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
(again, not a headcanon) Lycoris owns several big dogs! Regularly goes out to play with them (likes to tackle/wrestle them gently) and cooks food/eats meals with them every day. Also hunts with them.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
There's not much he really... dislikes? He's generally very neutral about things. Very particular about food, though. Not that he has foods he dislikes, but he doesn't like wasting food (ex. would eat bruised fruit as long as it isn't bad) and gets the closest feeling he gets to annoyed or angry if he sees someone else waste food.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Very much keeps shock still while he's asleep. Falls asleep very quickly but needs complete and total darkness and real-life ambient wildness noises. Does not do well with noise makers/artificial ambient noises. Is ok with electric spinning fans but not air conditioner noises.
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talking about insecurities....do you think jeado is insecure about one of them would leave the other??..did u ever felt that kind of fear in their eyes?..coz u said if dy shows too much jealousy it would be his insecure feelings .then what abt jae? does he show it becoz he is insecure...I knw about old jae coz he was insecure abt their relationship....but now it is different....he is very matured and believe and trust evry neos ..but still he gets jealous now....so I dont quite understand how it works differently in 2 peoples?? If u dont mind can you explain when u r free....? Thankyou ...have a nice day...
You put too much fate in me, I'm not a mind reader. The conclusions I can make are limited, a picture painted with large strokes.
Jaehyun went a long way. Nowadays Jungwoo can sit on Do's bare back and give him massage, and Jaehyun won't blink (if there is a solid reason like shooting variety content, of course, lol). He also can share Do to a degree (armpit tickling sessions by JaeWoo or JaeYong, joining the jokes about TaeDo needing to get married).
Last time I saw Jaehyun being really jealous was during a fanmeet (was it 2022?), when fans hugged Doyoung. However, Doyoung behaved the same way that time (just not as noticeably). They both don't like seeing strangers "claiming" and flirting with their boyfriend. In such a case it's not insecurity, it's inability to tell another person off, the torture of "swallowing the offence", a reminder about the shakles of idol life and hiding, etc.
With Jae there should have been that fear during the first year or two. He was rejected once and he knows Doyoung puts the work and the team above himself. With Do, I think, the doubt was more in himself/circumstances as Jae proved many times he won't back out, I even suspect Do kind of tested him before doing the big jump.
A possibility of one person leaving the other is always there, a couple is not conjoined twins. This is precisely why quarrels are sorted out, middle ground is found, romantic gesture are made, love songs are written, etc. Both JaeDo work on sustaining their relationship, making the sailing smoother. At this point in their relationship I don't observe any insecurities. Jaehyun can even write a song about being apart and pursuing own dreams, yet being happy during short randevous.
The difference between two people is the difference in their personality, how their brains function. Jaehyun is a jealous type, Doyoung is not. Jaehyun probably will never get rid of jealous reactions and comments, he can't control them, it's how his brain is wired. All he can do is fight it with logic. Doyoung is more of putting a label on things and trusting the label untill proven wrong type of person. He will not question Jaehyun's love and loyalty unless he faces undeniable proof of cheating. And, as we know, emotional cheating counts as well in his case.
To explain with examples. Look how long it took Doyoung to see Jaehyun as a man having a crush on him and flirting with him instead of a donsaeng to take care of. Jaehyun figuratively had to throw a bucket of cold water at him for shock factor. And how hard it was for Doyoung to start to see his cute Dreamies as grown up men instead of the cute kids he babysat.
Both Doyoung and Jaehyun know that other neos are not a threat, not rivals. To different degree with different members, but still. For Do's brain it's enough to rest assured, for Jae's it is not, visual cues still provoke spikes of jealousy or displeasure. I'm saying it's not romantic because Jaehyun suffers from this trait. His mood sours, he has harder time concentrating on the job, his friendships with other members get more complicated, it requires Doyoung to go extra mile to calm him down (additional burden), etc.
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I AM BACK ONCE MORE BRAINROT ANON HERE okay so, I saw the post of what the other anon said abt how dsmp members would react to K! Quackity and how Karmaland members would react to Dsmp! Quackity and I wanna give my two cents.
Now, because karmaland quackity is pretty much the embodiment of chaos they'd probably react the same as they did when quackity first joined the dream smp server. Tommy would most likely be happy to see the old Big Q but weary and on guard (given what he's been through and how C! quackity is now) and everyone else would be confused or concerned in a sense. C!Wilbur would most likely be amused and chill about the whole thing.
Now Karmaland reacting to dsmp quackity. Luzu would probably be heartbroken or disappointed in a sense to see what quackity is like in this other timeline(also saddened because he cares a lot about K! Quackity like a little brother and it hurts him to see him like this or that he could potentially become like this). Rubius and the others would probably be surprised and question him as to what happened to him. Anyone can add on to this! (Mainly the karmaland part as I can't speak Spanish for the life of me and only know a bit).
Hello my lovely brainrot anon!
I think indeed if they switched places right now, the members of the dsmp would remember the old dsmp!Quackity more, but I think k!Quackity is a little bit more of a survivor than dsmp!Quackity in the Earlier streams (clarifying) cause in the first three he was on little armour in dsmp (he got like netherite the second stream but that was a gift ) and even if he started dying a lot in Karmaland now k!Q is better so going from moded with a bunch of dangerous mobs to a Vanilla server I see it like more easy in a way. And in the few Karmaland streams he seems almost always with someone and even if they get in a fight is quickly resolved cause they have to trust eachother to a certain degree cause they are a team in the end, and they have to save Karmaland. So I think k!Q will show signs to be a team player and that will confuse even wilbur.
With dsmp!Quackity coming to Karmaland I think he would be quite baffled like first you have all this dangerous things and just trust people to NOT use them? People having pets, and house's close to each other like there is no threat. And them the people, you can be revived if you are down, the first time he dies cause he didn't expect a mob to be that strong he is silently furious that he is dying because of that, but k!Luzu saves him, and he is like Great now I am in debt, but no, k!Luzu keeps taking care of him like he did with k!Q and he doesn't understand k!Luzu is just sad that something so simple like trust and friendship is not something dsmp!Quackity has right now. K!Rubius will be sad but will try to joke and end in an argument with dsmp!Q cause he is so different from the other and just...And an interaction that I think would be gold is dsmp!Quackity meeting Vegetta the most close thing to an admin, and somehow feeling like he has to take a stance but Vegetta is just talking about his house and things and joking around with rubius who exploded his house and he just remebers dsmp!Q that can just use his ilegal chainsaw with wood instead of just getting rid of the item like, this men who is fussing about the simmetry of his home is the most close thing to an admin.
I HAVE to say the true, I am not so deep in the lore of dsmp anymore (in general long english streams are a bit difficult for me) so if I got the characters wrong I am sorry, I am going with my gut.
AND IF YOU HAVE ANOTHER OPINION, SHARE! All with respect <3
#k anons#brainrot anon#I feel like I always write SO much#so I am sorry lmao#but here is my take#QuackitySwitchAu
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@wuekka replied to your post “i have the last kenobi episode pulled up i just...”:
Are you serious? The whole show has been about Obi-wan believing he destroyed Anakin and doesn't want to kill him even though he tries to convince himself he should, the show is him getting catharsis from that. It would have been so unsatisfying if it ended just Obi-wan under rocks, nothing between them wouldn't have been solved. :D
alrighty now that the episode’s over i can talk abt this :3
i’m not saying that the conversation between vader and obi wan shouldn’t have happened, i’m saying that the order in which the events occurred was mismanaged.
obi wan murmurs to himself and to vader that he acknowledges that anakin is truly dead, coming to terms with the fact that anakin as he knew him was killed alongside the rest of the jedi during the fall of the republic. the creature standing before him now is no longer anakin, but vader. that conversation was good because it provided closure and an explanation as to why obi wan said the things he did in a new hope, even going so far as to explain why obi wan calls him “darth”. he clearly splits the two in his head as two separate entities
HOWEVER, him just walking away from vader makes no sense in the context of the greater galaxy as a whole. obi wan walked away from anakin on mustafar because he genuinely thought he’d killed him. considering the fact that anakin was getting incinerated alive by the lava + had his limbs cut off, it makes sense why he thought he couldn’t survive his wounds and left him there. he couldn’t deliver the killing blow, but he very much did consider anakin to be dying when he walked away
but right now? vader’s got trouble breathing, but his body as it is is fully intact, an imperial destroyer is within orbit, he has presumably the ability to contact them for extraction, and if not, his own ship is still there. we didn’t see him collapse due to his wounds or asphyxiation, so he’s having trouble moving but he’s not down for the count. why then does obi wan leave him if he KNOWS that vader poses a massive threat to not just him but the rest of the galaxy at large??? he even knows about the existence of leia in connection to him, providing him a clear link back to bail who is already suspect for having such a strong connection to the jedi pre-empire. why give him more ammunition?
it would’ve made more sense for vader and obi wan to have had that conversation, resume the fight, except vader gets a boost of power from his towering hatred and shoves obi wan down the ravine and collapses it over on top of him. obi wan, recently freed from his overwhelming guilt towards anakin and remembering his duty and love for anakin’s children, finds the strength to overcome his wounds and escape from being buried alive. it also allows for vader to leave, smug in his victory, providing us an explanation as to why the two of them were both alive in a new hope. the way that the confrontation was framed in episode 6 had a great finality to it, and it was final in the sense that it was an end for anakin and obi wan’s pre-empire friendship, but there’s no WAY he would’ve let obi wan just walk away like that. and why doesn’t the destroyer fire immediately upon noticing the dropship leave orbit??? even to prevent it from jumping to hyperspace????
if vader left, it would give obi wan the window of time needed to escape, and highlight the arrogance that was inherent to anakin and now vader. we can even say vader spots obi wan’s escaping ship from the bridge of the destroyer moments before it enters hyperspace, alerting him to the fact that he has, once again, failed to best his old master.
so i wasn’t saying that that scene wasn’t crucial to obi wan and vader cementing themselves as their respective roles in the OT, i’m saying it doesn’t make sense for it to have happened the way that it did. honestly if you just shuffled the scenes around it would’ve probably scanned better. vader saying that he killed anakin, but ending with him gloating over obi wan’s failure and calling him master one last time as one final nod to the fact that no matter how hard vader tries to deny it, some small part of anakin exists.
ESPECIALLY since it would’ve paralleled the flashback sequences in episode 5, where padawan anakin is smug in his assured victory until obi wan deftly snatches it out of his fingers again.
the way it actually went down in ep 6 just doesn’t make sense to me
#wuekka#kenobi spoilers#long post#replies#it just wasn't as satisfying the way it happened#i wish they'd shuffled the scenes around so it starts with vader's ''success'' and ends with obi wan basically giving him the finger as he#scoots his way to freedom
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Hello! ^^ I saw some asks talking about Cursed Techniques and I thought it would be fun to send in what I think mine would be! <:)
I’m not really one for combat or confrontation, but I really enjoy the idea of being something like a ‘Good Luck’ charm for others! Essentially, for my lil sona what I imagine for her is that depending on how often she frequents an area/how often she is around a certain person/group of people, they themselves or the place will build up a shield or tolerance to negative Cursed Energy or threats. For example, a place that she visits only once a month won’t have much of a resistance built up, but a place that she frequents often like work?? Will have a much sturdier defense.
She can also target more small fry cursed spirits and more or less ‘exorcise’ them (push them out of the energy barrier) but that can tire her greatly, and finally!🥺 she can imbue certain items or crafts with her own technique as a means of little protective charms. (She often makes personalized friendship bracelets/charms and gives them out to her non sorcerer/sorcerer friends and I like to imagine during their student years, after hearing about their dangerous missions she gave Gojo, Geto, and Shoko personalized bracelets!🥺)
I hope you are doing well and that this ask meets you at a good time! ^^ I hope you are having a wonderful day/night, and that this wasn’t too much of a ramble! As always there is never any rush or pressure to respond, thank you so much for your time! <:)
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HIIII 🍓 ANON <333333
i hope you’ve been doing so so well!!! tysm for sending this in, i love hearing abt ppl’s jjk sonas :33 AND THIS ONE IS SOOO UP MY ALLEY i really love the idea of a more support-leaning ct…… and yours is just so creative n cool!! building up a tolerance of cursed energy is so interesting (and i also think it would match super well w suguru’s ct… i wonder if a ct like this could protect him from the mental deterioration of swallowing curses 😔😔) it’s like her ct is made for protecting the things she loves most and that’s. so precious to me!!!
aaaa and !!!! the lucky charms 🥺🥺🥺 ohhhh my lovely strawberry anon that’s so CUTE…… making some for sashisu too……… i alr love this sona she sounds so so sweet T_T i just know all three of them adore her too!!! it’s probably my sugu bias getting in the way but i think he would be especially fond of her :3 again!! i just think her ct is such a good contrast to an ability like suguru’s…. his ct gives him resistance to curses at the price of his own mental stability, and her ct gives other people resistance to cursed energy….. i just think they’re neat <33
i hope you’re having suchhh a wonderful day or night too 🍓 anon!!! tysm again for sending this in, would LOVE to hear more abt this sona so if you ever feel up to it just know i’m here!!! >:3 and feel free to ramble as much as you want hehe, it’s never too much!!! mwah mwah <333
#pls tell ur sona i love her!!!!!#this reminded me of my own jjk sona……… maybe one day i’ll write smth abt them#i spent soooo much time coming up w the most mary sue technique ever >:33 i’m very proud of it.#here’s a strawberry shortcake for my dearest strawberry anon 🍰 eat up !!!!#ask tag ✩#🍓 anon !! ✩
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notoriously yours | jay park
✰ summary: jay park is a rich kid. it’s safe to say he has everything every broke college student on his campus could dream of and more. but the one thing he doesn’t have, which money definitely can’t buy, is a girlfriend. and his friends won’t see of it. literally.
so what happens when his friends bet him to date someone for more than three months? what happens when jay decides that fake-dating someone would be easier than actual dating (because god forbid Jay–the campus’ notoriously known fuckboy–decides to commit to something once in his life)?
and what happens when that someone is you, his childhood best friend he hasn’t spoken to in years..who has absolutely no interest in being in his life anymore?
✰ pairing: jay park x y/n [ft. members of enha]
✰ genre: fluff, comedy, angst | fakedating!au, college!au, childhoodbestfriends!au, (kinda) e2l!au
✰ warnings: cursing, nothing suggestive but jay's a fuckboy so slightly suggestive themes, mentions of parental neglect/leaving, it's hella long (and i thought my last fic was long)
✰ wc: 14.7k (how did i get it this long oh lord)
✰ author's note: picture creds go to original owners/editors! peep that edit of jay that lowkey inspired this entire fic 👀also this took me so, so long bc i lost motivation half way thru and bc college is a thing,,,so i honestly don't know how to feel abt it so pls bare with me :')))) ALSO the dividers are weird bc idk how to add more than 10 pics for the dividers so pls excuse those ٩(× ×)۶i hope u guys enjoy!! <333
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Jay Park is a rich kid.
Jay Park has enough to buy every textbook he needs for his courses without having to look up the free versions online. Jay Park has enough to bribe his professors to let him pass every class with a perfect 4.0 GPA (but because the boy has morals, he doesn't). Jay Park has enough to afford a car to drive to his furthest class from his dorm building instead of walk or bike like every other college student, meaning he also has enough to afford a parking spot on campus (those things aren't cheap!).
Jay Park walks around your school's campus like he owns the place (and considering the amount of money his family has donated to the school, he practically does), looking like he just walked out of your local coffee shop's newest fashion magazine. His blonde hair is never seen untouched, his attire usually consisting of an undoubtedly high-end all-black fit, accessorized with multiple earrings and rings that probably cost more than all the overpriced textbooks you had to rent out this semester. It's safe to say that everyone knows Jay Park.
Bottom line is, Jay Park has everything.
Well, his friends beg to differ.
In their eyes, Jay Park has everything but a simple factor in the equation of love (or whatever love is to the minds of a couple of 19 year olds): commitment.
So yes, it's safe to say that everyone knows Jay Park. Because everyone knows he's the campus' rich fuckboy. (What's a college fanfic campus without one anyways?)
Jay doesn't go unreminded of this by his friends, to the boy's annoyance.
Jay is aware of this on a Sunday afternoon, in his dorm building's first floor lounge, where he and his said friends are having a study session.
They're doing anything but studying.
In fact, no one has any books out or anything. Not a single laptop in site.
"You don't think it's the slightly bit concerning?" Jake's words are muffled as he continues munching on the fried chicken that he spent majority of this study session debating if he should have it delivered through UberEats or not.
"I really don't, no," Jay shrugs as he continues mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed. They're having the same argument conversation that they've revisited multiple times over the course of their friendship, one that Jay has been lectured on too many times for his own good. He thinks his friends could become his new parents if they really tried.
"Look at it this way, okay. You're about to graduate college in a couple of years, into the big world. Like the actual, adult world. And that means you'll have to settle down. Which you can't do when you. have. no. commitment!" Jake punctuates each word with a single clap of his hands, desperate to get his point across.
Jay simply rolls his eyes. He looks over to Sunghoon, who's minding his own business, not bothered by the same topic he's heard over and over again. His eyes tell Jay you're on your own, in response to his blonde-haired friend's look of despair.
Jay thinks that maybe he should get new friends. Yes, that's the only solution here.
"My love life," Jay reaches across the table for a drumstick from the greasy tub seated in Jake's lap until Jake swats his hand away, "is none of your business. Also, ouch."
"Uh, it kinda is. Because of you and your reputation around campus, it kinda affects us, your best friends. How do you think we look, hanging out with the guy who's known to ghost every girl in existence after one night with them? No offense to you," Jake deadpans to him. Jay mentally reconsiders the term best friends.
Tough love. Jay tells himself it's tough love.
"Yes, because every girl totally hates Jake Sim, the teacher assistant of a physics class who volunteers at the pet shelter every Sunday and brings their pet golden retriever to campus every two weeks," Jay rolls his eyes at his Australian friend.
Jake sighs. "Okay, then I'm coming from a place of worry for you."
Jay groans. "Again, none of your business!" This doesn't stop Jake. He comes from good intentions, really, but Jay wants nothing more than to stuff the kid's mouth with some of that chicken to shut him up.
"What are you gonna do if one day you meet someone you like, genuinely like, and you screw yourself over because you've never been in an actual relationship before? A real, committed one. Like one that lasts at least three months."
"You don't think I can last three months in a relationship?" Jay questions the boy currently taunting him.
"Honestly? No. What's the longest relationship you've been in?" Jake cocks an eyebrow at his friend across from him.
One month and two weeks. But Jay's smart enough to not say that out loud.
"I can so last over three months," Jay mutters more to himself than Jake.
Jake laughs at that, pausing to take another bite of the drumstick in his hand. "Jay, I am willing to actually bet you. Bet that you wouldn't be able to." He leans back on the couch, the ball now in Jay's court.
Jay freezes, looking up from his phone, narrowing his eyes at Jake.
"Forget it, Jake. He's not gonna agree even if you offered him money," Sunghoon finally perches from beside him. Well he's not wrong. It's not like Jay is exactly in need of more money, per say.
"What kind of bet are we talking here?"
Sunghoon's right. Jay doesn't need the money, but he does hate being wrong. Even if it's over something as stupid as this matter.
Caught off guard by the blonde's answer, Jake blinks blankly at him and takes a second to think.
"Hmm..what about...what about if you can date someone for at least three months, and I mean an actual, committed relationship, then I'll do all of your physics homework next semester."
Jay's eyes sparkle at that. If there's anything he despises more than commitment, it's physics.
"And if I win, you have to buy all of my textbooks," Jake sits back from the edge of his seat with a smirk lying on his face.
Jay pauses to think about it. I mean, what does he have to lose? A couple hundred dollars over college textbooks? No. Because he just simply won't lose.
And maybe he'll learn what it'll be like to actually be in a committed relationship for once. Maybe he'll finally learn what it's like to actually devote yourself to someone, open up to them. He shivers at the thought. Never mind. He'll warm up to it. Baby steps.
Nonetheless, what could go wrong? Even if he does lose, at least his money would be going somewhere productive––towards his friend's education. Jay was probably gonna use that money on something useless like a blanket that resembles a tortilla (a burrito blanket, he calls it)––something he doesn't necessarily need, but must have, he would argue.
"Fine. Whatever, okay. Deal," he grabs Jake's extended hand in front of him and shakes on it.
Jake's impressively smiling at the boy as Sunghoon lets out a sigh, in disbelief with the two guys he calls his best friends.
Jay concludes that this will be easier than his Introduction to Photography 101 course he took his freshman year. How hard is it to find someone to date the Jay Park? Surely, everyone will be lining up once Jay switches his FaceBook relationship status from "it's complicated" to "single".
Turns out, it's not as easy as his class where all Jay had to do was take pictures of a pretty sunset, slap a VSCO filter on, and call it a day.
He comes to this realization on a Wednesday evening, as he's seated at one of the many study tables lined in the middle of the campus' library, staring down at his phone's dry iMessage app, with his laptop and blank sheets of scratch paper scrambled across the entire table, as an attempt to look half as studious as the other students studying in the facility.
Turns out, being known as the campus' fuckboy who ghosts every girl on campus isn't a good thing when it comes to wanting to find a real relationship.
He comes to this realization after failing to receive a single text back to the many ones he sent out throughout the first half of his day. The ghoster gets ghosted. Oh how the turn tables.
Jay groans dramatically as he tosses his phone on the hard surface of the table, earning himself a harsh shush from the librarian filing books in the aisle beside him.
He sheepishly smiles back as an apology, directing his attention back to his open laptop screen, where his untouched calculus homework stares back at him––his mind preoccupied with the looming threat of Jake's bet. Not that it was threatening in any way, per say, but Jay just hates losing. And from the looks of things, it's safe to say that Jay won't be celebrating any victories anytime soon.
Jay thinks he should just change his identity and just transfer to some boarding school in Switzerland. Yes, that's a much better solution than admitting defeat to Jake.
Jay sighs as he lies his head on the table, figuring he might as well just write the check for Jake's textbooks now. He wonders how he got here in the first place. Not how he got into the bet, and definitely not how he's sitting in the middle of the library, having yet to start his calculus homework due at 11:59PM tonight (he should really start that).
But no, he wonders how he gained the reputation as the campus' playboy. To be fair, his friends (mainly Jake), are constantly reminding him of his notorious habits. But how did they come a habit in the first place?
The idea of being in a relationship is nice, sure, but the commitment that comes with it? The idea of being dependent on someone? It's scary, vulnerable, and one that Jay can't picture for himself.
Maybe some people just aren't meant to be paired. Maybe some people, like Jay, like being independent and are meant to stay that way.
But Jay also likes affection. He likes the fleeting, warm feeling he gets every time he finds himself under someone's sheets. He likes the short-lived comfort he receives from someone else's touch, even though he knows it's going to cease to exist the second he steps out of those bedroom's doors. He just likes affection, simple as that.
That and he's a 19 year old teenage boy with needs, what did you expect?
And so what if he likes the idea of affection minus commitment? Is that so bad? Apparently it is, to people like his friends and the entirety of his school's campus, at least.
At this rate, he might as well pay someone to date him.
Wait. Jay lifts his head off the table's surface in realization.
He might as well pay someone to date him.
There's no harm in that, is there?
He wouldn't have to endure through an endless amount of dates to find someone he clicks with, then continue going on dates with said clicked person, all while trying to develop an actual, serious relationship.
He'll win the bet, get his physics homework done for an entire semester, and some lucky girl out there will be making profit for the small price of hanging out with Jay Park for three months.
And lucky for him, Jay knows the perfect candidate for this scheme.
Simple as that.
Just as long as said perfect candidate says yes.
And as long as Jake and Sunghoon don't find out. Or else Jay might really have to move to Switzerland after all.
You love your friends, you do.
Hana and Heeseung have been there for you when others haven't––they were by your side when you knew no one entering high school, and they were still by your side when you were all graduating said high school. Needless to say, you're eternally grateful for friends like them.
But right now, in this moment––with you seated in the middle of the campus' library, trying to write your essay, as your two friends blabber on and on about the most recent gossip across from you––your two friends could be your villain origin story.
But again, you love your friends, you do. So you don't have the heart to tell them to leave. You've managed to naturally tune out most of the conversation, anyways, for this––your friends coming to hang out while you're trying to study––is no rare occurrence by any means.
"Oh yeah, Jay Park texted me last night."
You hate how your brain's filter suddenly turns off at Hana's words.
You hate how your ears catch the sudden mention of Jay Park's name.
You hate how the thought of Jay Park gets to even occupy a single brain cell of yours.
You hate how you even know who Jay Park is. Well, knew.
Past tense. Because up until eighth grade––when Jay decided to just suddenly pretend you didn't exist––he was attached to you like a koala to a eucalyptus tree.
And if you had asked past Y/N, ideally, Jay would've never left your side. Ideally, he would've never left you to fend for yourself when entering high school. Ideally, he would've stayed your best friend through out all four years of high school and ideally, you would've eventually told him how you really felt about him after growing up with him all your life. And maybe it would've lead to a completely different story. But for the sake of this fic, we don't live in an ideal world.
So yes, if it wasn't for his attendance at the very same university as you, you would've forgotten about the boy who brought you the painful memories of your childhood.
And since the universe clearly doesn't work in your favor, avoiding Jay Park's existence like he's the plague would have to suffice. And it works.
For the most part.
Until some people, bring him up uninvited into your conversation. Like now, for example.
"When was the last time you guys talked anyways?" Heeseung mindlessly asks as he reaches across the table to grab one of the many snacks you usually bring to your study sessions.
"Uh..like a few weeks ago. Give or take. Whenever you threw your house party. Can't say there was much talking involved however," she teasingly says with a giggle and wiggle of her brows.
Heeseung's rolling his eyes as you scoff and chuck a nearby crumpled piece of paper that was once one of your many essay drafts at her.
She bats it away right as it's about to hit her face as she laughs. "Doesn't matter anyways. He ghosted me the next morning, as he does with everyone else. Telling you this now," she extends a finger right at you, "stay away from Jay Park. That kid's just bad news."
You nod in response, mentally telling her she has nothing to worry about.
Been there, done that.
College. Ah yes, the very concept of spending four years of your life imprisoned on a campus where you'll be tearing your hair out from stress and spending all your life's savings just for a laminated sheet of paper with a golden stamp at the end of it all. We live in a society.
Because of said college, and all the weight that comes along with it, you had adapted a strict daily schedule in order to not completely lose your mind. It's a simple schedule really, one of a typical college student who's just trying to get by everyday with as little mental breakdowns as possible.
Wake up, get ready, go to class, go to the library to do your homework, walk all the way across campus to get back to your dorm, shower, then sleep. Oh and eat, of course. And maybe if time permits, be an actual social being and socialize.
It's gotten you this far into the college life without dropping out so, you conclude, you must be doing something right.
Sometimes, if you're feeling nice to yourself, you'll tweak the schedule a bit to fit in some exceptions. Maybe squeeze in a little trip to the bubble tea shop that's on the other side of campus, or maybe get dinner at that one dining hall that you don't usually go to because of the unncessarily long lines (but because they serve ice cream, you go anyways). It doesn't matter what the exception is, you still plan it out to fit into your schedule somehow. Everything is planned out.
Sometimes, however, the universe disagrees with your schedule, to your demise. Such as today, for example.
Because what you didn't expect for today was for a particular blonde-haired boy who you haven't spoken to in almost six years (but who's counting?) to approach your table in the library––a table you were sure no one could find you at, as it was quietly tucked away in the back corner, right next to the Astrophysics shelves. Because who browses the Astrophysics aisle for fun? Actually, maybe Jake Sim would. Anyways.
You definitely didn't anticipate a visit from the boy you've been actively avoiding, so you definitely didn't expect the first words coming out of his mouth when he sees you for the first time in six years to be:
"Fake date me."
You blink up at him.
Yeah, definitely not expected.
But you only let it phase you for a split second, until you feel a slight annoyance beginning to bubble up deep inside of you.
"Wow, hello to you too Jay! It's been what––half a decade? Yeah I've been pretty good, thanks for asking!" The sarcasm is practically dripping off your tongue.
You don't know what runs through Jay's mind, but apparently it isn't common sense––or the ability to read the room. Because next thing you know, he's sliding the chair across from you out from underneath the table and making himself at home.
And he's smiling right at you.
Curse him and his smile.
But no, you're not giving into it.
Not yet, at least.
"What do you want?" You deadpan at him when he makes no sign of making the next move.
"A girlfriend," he deadpans right back at you, as if he was casually telling you what he wanted for dinner. As if you two were close-knit friends that could approach one another without any proper greeting. As if you two had kept your friendship all these years. As if you two even had a role in each other's lives.
"Can't help you there," you scoff, deciding to not even question his lack of manners on top of his uninvited presence.
"Aren't you gonna ask me why?"
"Well gee, seeing that the first few words you decided to say to my face for the first time in forever were a demand, a demand to date you no less, then....no," your monotone voice says as you keep your eyes focused on your laptop screen, not daring to look at the boy across from you.
In the Introduction to Sociology course you took your freshmen year, you had learned of one important term: interactional vandalism. Textbook definition being: "ignoring signals of disinterest in a conversation, leading it to an offense."
Your definition being: "are you oblivious or just plan dumb, read the room!"
This was interactional vandalism, alright. Whether Jay's truly oblivious or just trying to annoy you until your head explodes (it's really the former, but you're convinced it's the latter), he takes your signals of disinterest and tosses it right out of his head to continue the conversation.
"I'm stuck in this stupid bet with Jake--do you remember him? He bet me that I couldn't date someone for more than three months and I figured having someone fake date me would be easier than actually dating someone, right? That's where you come into the equation," he proposes as he leans back in his chair, as if he had just finished a sales pitch to a prospective customer looking to buy a car.
You couldn't believe this. You're 98% sure this has got to be a prank. You're mentally preparing for a camera crew to jump out from in-between the library's aisles any moment now and scream into your ears that you've just been punk'd!
The remaining 2% of you, however, wouldn't put it past the two boys to get themselves in such a situation. The last memory you had of Jay and his friends were pretty much their childish selves back in middle school. And by looking at the current scene unfolding in front of you...it's needless to say they haven't changed much.
"Again, can't help you there. Ask one of the many girlfriends I thought you had." Ouch.
"But Y/N, you've known me all your life--"
"Up until you dropped me a few years ago but sure, let's call it that."
"--and convincing other people is gonna make me look--"
"--desperate? Yeah."
"C'mon, Y/N. What do you have to lose anyways?"
"Uh..my dignity? Pride? Self-respect? Sorry Jay, not happening," you turn your attention back to your unwritten essay in front of you, mentally checking out of this conversation. This would be a good time for that camera crew to jump out now.
"Look, no one else is gonna do it, Y/N." Jay has always been stubborn, you suppose. But so are you.
"Yeah, because you've managed to push every being of the opposite gender away from you. You gave yourself this reputation in the first place," you give it to him straight. It's not like you had a relationship with him to uphold anyways––Jay himself broke that friendship years ago.
Jay hates that you're right.
You're always right. He remembers how he used to always go to you for advice and clarity on the world's biggest problems. Granted, the world's biggest problems to him at the time equated to what he should dress up as for the fifth grade Halloween party, but still. A tough decision, for the mind of a ten-year-old.
You abruptly stop typing and begin putting your laptop and textbooks away as you huff in frustration. There's no point in trying to get your work done now. The longer you stay arguing with Jay, the bigger your headache gets. The longer he continues to occupy any part of your brain, the bigger your headache gets.
Getting up from your seat, packed and ready to slam your head into your pillow, you turn to the blonde one last time.
"Look Jay. We went on our separate ways years ago. If you weren't so notoriously known around campus and my friends would stop talking about you, I would've long forgotten you. I'm sorry you're in this situation, really. If I were you, I'd just tell Jake I can't do it. Or don't, I can't tell you what to do. Just don't get some innocent girl involved in whatever stunt of yours this is."
Jay stares at you, mouth agape, as you find your way out of the library and through the main doors. By the time he comes back to his senses, he realizes how he looks plain stupid––standing in the middle of the library, the look on his face screaming befuddlement, to say the least. Jay quickly makes his way out of the building, in hopes of convincing you one last time.
Jay catches sight of your figure already half-way down the walkway that connects the library to the main quad of your school's campus. Geez, you walk fast.
Not fast enough to outrun Jay's legs, however. If Jay running after you through the middle of campus in order to convince you to fake date him doesn't show how desperate he is to win this bet, I don't know what will.
"Wait, Y/N!"
You groan to yourself before turning to face the boy who can't seem to take a hint and leave you alone. You stare at his out-of-breath state as he heaves up and down from the slight jog he had to endure to get to where you are. If you're humored by him chasing after you, you do a good job of hiding it.
He meets your unimpressed state before stating his final proposition: "I'll pay you. Five hundred dollars."
You nearly stop breathing.
Now this catches your attention––after all, you're but a broke college student who's just trying to survive. And preferably not by feeding yourself instant ramen cups every night.
And so, naturally, you begin rethinking about the opportunity presented in front of you. You narrow your eyes at the boy as you weigh your options.
The first problem being, it's Jay Park––the bane of your very existence. You spent the last few years of your life pretending he didn't exist...for good reason. Not only did he do you dirty when you were merely a couple of 13-year-olds, but you just didn't want to be involved with someone like him. Someone known for his nature, someone who left your own current best friend ghosted. And not that Hana herself would care, for she has called herself the "female Jay Park", but you're sure this would be breaking some rule in the girl code handbook. Plus, if you agree to this, you'd be betraying 13-year-old Y/N, the one who decided to never speak to nor think of Jay Park again––which by now you've failed, but you get the gist.
Second problem being, three months is a long time. Three months is practically the rest of this semester, and did you really want to spend the rest of the semester tied down to the label of being Jay Park's girlfriend? There would have to be some negative connotations that came along with that title, right? No offense to Jay, but being his first girlfriend since, what, high school could make you come off as..naive, for lack of a better term. As if the only person you could settle for was Jay Park. As if you barely had any standards for yourself. Again, no offense to Jay.
Needless to say, if your school's debate club had to argue on why you shouldn't be doing this, you're sure the negating side could win with these two reasons alone.
But before you're rejecting the boy currently standing in front of you one last time, you find yourself mentally listing rebuttals.
First of all, you'd be getting paid. And again, you're merely but a college student living the stereotypical broke college student life––burdened by the costs of tuition, textbooks, and midnight McDonalds runs for when you're out of aforementioned instant ramen cups. Five hundred dollars could provide you with more than enough chicken McNuggets to last you the semester, and maybe some more to treat yourself to an online shopping spree.
Second of all, it's not like you were going to do anything better with your next three months anyways. It's safe to say you were too busy being a diligent student to actually look for anyone to date, per say. And if anything, having a fake boyfriend might actually be helpful in your case. Your mom would be off your ass about how you're still single, for one. And two, your friends (though it's really just Heeseung) would stop trying to hook you up on blind dates with guys that you would choose Jay Park over any day (and that really says something).
Third of all, it's Jay Park. As much as you despise the kid, you still know him. He's not a complete stranger to you, no matter how much you try to deny it. It could be worse, it could be a complete rando asking you to date him. At least you two have some sort of history, which would take care of the typical small talk and getting to know each other bit of this equation. And truth be told, you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't a tad bit satisfied by the fact that Jay chose you, of all people, to pull off this stunt with him. You don't know if it's the nostalgia of your childhood memories rushing back to you, but it reminds you of the endless schemes you two used to plan behind your parents' backs all the time. Granted, your childhood schemes––such as the both of you faking sickness so you could skip school together––don't even fall close to being in a fake relationship with one another, but still. It's the thought that counts.
All of those reasons plus, Jay isn't the worst to look at. He may have a spoiled reputation, but at least he has his looks going for him, you'll give him that (you're still secretly wondering when and how did he get his glow up, but don't tell him that).
And so by the guidelines of a college student's logic that states the pros outweigh the cons, you come to the overarching conclusion that maybe, this won't be so awful after all.
"Five hundred?" You ask, just for clarification. Jay's immediately nodding at your words. You continue to ponder on your thoughts as he stares at you hopefully.
The silent atmosphere of your campus heightens the tension so much, you swear you're in one of those overdramatic pausing scenes that occur too many times in k-dramas.
You sigh, then nod.
"Okay," you're internally praying that you won't regret this decision. "I'm in."
The next time you see Jay is at 12:17PM on a Friday afternoon, as you're exiting the doors of the lecture building that's home to your awfully long Capitalism in the Western World class.
You're going down the steps of the building, mentally deciding where and what you're going to treat yourself to for lunch––as the three hour lecture you had just attended drained all the life and energy out of you––when you hear the slight call of your name.
Turning to the source, you're met with a waving Jay, leaning against the passenger's side of his car, parked in front of the lecture hall building you were currently leaving.
Great.
You walk over to where he's casually waiting––he's unaware of all the stares he's attracted from fellow students leaving the same lecture as you. Can you blame them? It's not everyday you see a sleek, black BMW that probably cost more than your tuition pull up in front of your Friday afternoon lecture. It's not everyday you see Jay Park waiting for anyone outside of his said sleek, black BMW that probably cost more than your tuition.
"Hi," you simply let out as you plant yourself in front of him, not sure whether or not to question him why are you here? Surely, he wasn't waiting for you?
"Hi," he smiles down at you. There's a beat of silence. "I was waiting for you."
Bingo.
"Oh. What are you, my chauffeur?" You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Maybe. I am your boyfriend, after all," he says into the air, loud and clear, as if he wanted people to hear. Well that is the point, you suppose.
But still, all you want to do is smack the smirk right off his face.
Before you have time to put your next question into words, he answers it for you.
"I'm taking you out for lunch," he declares as if you have nothing else planned for the day. Well, to be fair, you didn't have anything else planned for the day. Except for your usual library run. But you figure the library could wait.
"Oh, like on a date?" You raise your eyebrows teasingly at him as you get into the car, Jay holding the door wide open for you. "Is Jay Park treating me to lunch as a date?"
Jay fights the scowl (or is that a smile?) growing on his face as he bends down to meet your eye level from inside the car. "Don't flatter yourself, princess. We've got fake lives to live."
"Call me princess one more time and you won't have a real life to live," you flash him a sarcastic smile and slam the door in his face.
Jay meets his own shocked reflection on the passenger's side window.
Cute.
"When you said you were taking me out to lunch, I expected like...I don't know...the diner on campus. Not whatever this is," you mutter to Jay as the two of you are brought to your table by a waitress at an upscale sushi restaurant, one that is undoubtedly out of your usual budget, but for sure an upgrade from your dining hall's pizza you were planning to have. You should've figured as much, the drive here was a little more than out of the way from campus, and who are you kidding, it's Jay Park you're eating with.
You stare down at your current outfit, which consisted of a hoodie you've owned since your junior year of high school and leggings that you threw on without second thought this morning––because you didn't exactly wake up and decide I'm going to go to a fancy sushi bar for lunch today!
"Why are we here anyways?" You ask him when you're both settled in your seats and the waitress walks away after listing the chef's specials for the day.
"Oh, they have killer dragon rolls here, you have to try it," Jay tells you nonchalantly as his eyes rake the menu in front of him, blocking your view of him.
How dense can one be? Your hand snatches his menu as you stare into his unamused eyes.
"No, Jay. I mean, why are we here? It's not like anyone's around to see us put on a show anyways."
"Oh. I figured," Jay's quick to grab the menu back from out of your hands as he continues, "that we should sit down and establish how exactly we're going to deliver this performance. After all, you're stuck with me for the next three months."
Again, smacking the smirk currently resting on his face would satisfy you beyond relief. Just once.
"If I drop out halfway through, do I still get $250?" You tease, leaning back.
"Ha ha. Funny. No," he narrows his eyes at you from across the table. "It's all or nothing."
You dramatically huff to make a show just for his annoyance.
"Worth a try. But sure, let's solidify this. What's the game plan?" You sit up in your seat, leaning over the table as if the two of you were hosting a secret meeting.
"It's simple really," Jay mirrors your actions, face leaning in close to where yours is hovering over the table. "Just pretend to be deeply in love with me for three months, and try not to actually be charmed by my cunning looks."
If someone gave you five dollars for every time you've already rolled your eyes at him today, you wouldn't even need to be in this deal for the five hundred dollars.
"Wow, smooth. Can I just remind you you're the one paying a girl to be in a fake relationship with you because you're just not competent enough to find an actual girlfriend?" You lean back, arms crossing over your figure.
Jay, unfazed, laughs, tongue briefly hitting the inside of his cheek. "Touché."
Your eyes go back to the menu in front of you as a silence falls over the table. Because you're not a loaded trust fund baby who comes to fancy five-star sushi restaurants for lunch on a daily, you don't recognize half of the entree names on the menu. You spot the dragon roll Jay suggested, but seeing that a basic California roll is less expensive, your natural broke-college-student-instincts figure the California roll shall do.
"Okay, in all seriousness," Jay begins as he puts his menu down. "It's simple really. We'll just go on weekly dates and post cute pictures of each other once in a while and a little after three months, I'll just say it didn't work out. I'll give you the five hundo and boom, we move on with our lives."
It's clear Jay's put some thought into this. Safe to say he's put more effort planning this out than the amount of work he's been putting into his classes. Someone's got their priorities straight.
You're impressed to say the least––you figured Jay would just be the kind to go with the flow and wait for the situation to unfold on its own and maybe blow up into flames. But seeing as he was just as serious about winning this bet as you were with making five hundred dollars, your doubts about this entire situation were slowly withering away.
Don't get it wrong, though, you still despise him. To an extent, at least.
"And don't worry about the dates. I'll pay on your behalf, as the loving, doting boyfriend I am," Jay finishes with a wide, cheesy smile you can't help but return a growing smile back at.
"Well then, as the loving, doting girlfriend I am, I shall gift you coffee, breakfast, all that fun couple stuff, whenever you please. Or maybe unannounced, if I'm feeling nice," you figure you should pitch in as much if he's paying for all your dates. And deep down, you find the idea kinda cute. But don't tell anyone that.
"Wow, look at us. We should become Dispatch's couple of the year already!" Jay exclaims, earning himself a small giggle from you, which pleases him to say the least. He thinks that maybe when this is all over, he'll hopefully make a good friend (well, for the second time) out of it.
And you're thinking that maybe the next three months won't be as bad as you initially had thought.
As the two of you delve deep into a debate about who would be the better significant other to each other, the waitress comes over to take your orders.
And because you're laughing and Jay's brightly smiling at you from across the table, you order the dragon roll.
The second time Jay takes you out––this time he gives you a heads up to get ready––it's at a, once again, high-class steakhouse.
The third time, you insist on the on-campus diner that's popular amongst the student population. Partially because you feel bad for the amount of money he's spent on you (even though he couldn't care less), but mostly because if you have to put on another fancy dress to just eat an overpriced meal that doesn't even fully satisfy your hunger, you might lose your mind.
And by this third time, Jake is aware of this newly blossomed relationship.
"Three dates! I didn't know you had it in you, going on three dates with the same girl!" Jake excitedly exclaims as he jumps into the empty spot on Jay's dorm bed and shoves his phone's screen into Jay's face.
The smaller screen displays Jay's most recent Instagram post: an image of you sitting behind your too-small-to-be-this-expensive-steak and smiling right into Jay's camera––a memory that brings a smile to his face:
~ ~ ~
"C'mon! We said Instagram posts would be a part of the deal! How else can we convince people we're dating?" A pout rests on Jay's face as he stares at you from across the table in the middle of the extravagantly decorated restaurant he picked out for your second date. You remember your eyes bulging out of their own sockets when you saw the "$$$$$" rating Yelp gave the place when you searched it up earlier.
"Okay, okay! One picture," you give in, already slightly annoyed that you were here instead of the comfort of your own bed, where you could be rewatching your favorite Netflix show for the third time. But because you made a deal and because you're desperate for money, you had to follow through––so here you were.
You flash an unconvincing smile to Jay's camera, which doesn't satisfy him, to say the least. "At least pretend you're somewhat enjoying this date," he frowns at you.
You sigh, until a thought crosses your mind and a smile grows on your face. "Only if you get me boba afterwards."
He narrows his eyes at you, but then meets your smile. "Sure, whatever you want. But only because I've been craving some mango milk tea lately."
"You're a fruit milk tea kind of guy? Sorry, but I might have to fake break-up with you," you tease as you take a sip of your overpriced drink to go with your overpriced meal.
Jay scoffs, feigning hurt by placing his hand over his heart. "Ouch. But before you break up with me, let me get this Instagram post in."
"Wow. Your priorities are so straight," you roll your eyes at him, eliciting a cheeky smile from him as he watches you through his held up phone screen.
"3,2,1."
"Hey, I wasn't ready! That was like mid-laugh!" You reach over the table to grab the phone, but not quick enough for him to put his phone back into his pants' pocket.
"Nope, nuh uh," he laughs as you quickly sit back down into your seat, not wanting to cause a scene in an establishment as proper as this one.
"It's fine. It's a good picture, you look cute," he casually lets out, unaware of the blush rising to the surface of your cheeks, thanks to the fact that you were suddenly interested in playing with the left-over food on your plate.
"Jay! Delete it, I'll let you take another one," you whine from your seat, imagining just how bad a candid picture of you could be.
"Ugh, fine. Ever so picky." He playfully rolls his eyes at you as he takes his phone out and opens the camera app as you prepare yourself.
"Okay, how's this?" Jay turns the phone screen to you after he takes a few snaps on his phone.
"I approve," you grin at him as he goes through the pictures himself, unaware of the smile growing on his face.
"Okay now delete the first one," you point your finger at him, narrowing your eyes at him.
"Okay, okay! Bossy," he laughs as he raises in hands in surrender.
When Jay gets home that night, he recovers the image from his Recently Deleted folder, telling himself it's for the sake of the memory.
Obviously.
~ ~ ~
"It's not that big of a deal," Jay mutters from his spot as his eyes go from the Instagram post to his Exile and Belonging in Modern Literature reading that's due tomorrow, bright yellow highlighter in hand. Typically, you'd find the reading buried deep at the bottom of his school backpack. But because Jay ran into you this morning and because he complained to you about the amount of work he's fallen behind on and because you had threatened him to do his work or else you're not going on another date––a fake date that is––with him, he figured he should at least get one reading done and annotated, despite his strong dislike for highlighters (they hurt his eyes, okay?)
What he doesn't know, however, is how your threat was completely full of bluff––but don't tell him that.
"It is so a big deal, for you at least!" Jake hops off the bed and lands on the wooden floors of Jay's dorm room so hard, Jay winces and sends a mental apology to the poor person who lives below him.
Jake suddenly gasps. "I have to meet her, Jay! As your best friend, it's practically mandatory that I meet her."
Jay opens his mouth to protest, but not before Jake interrupts him once again. "Oh! We can bring Sunghoon too, it'll be so fun! The best friends meet the girlfriend."
Jay can't think of anything worst. Jay imagines that bringing you to meet his best friends would just intimidate you out of dating him––fake dating him, that is. Obviously.
He stares at his friend in agony then back at the reading in front of him––the one Jake said he'd come over to help annotate, but the intention completely left Jake's head the second he heard about Jay's recent dating life.
"You don't have to meet her," Jay says pointedly. "Plus, you already know her."
Jake frowns at his friend's excuse. "Yeah, but that was in middle school! This is different."
Jay's hands shuffle through the reading's pages in front of him as he realizes there's no way the two of them are going to finish the assignment at this point. He supposes he'll have to save death by blindness from highlighters for another day and hope you still agree to go out with him.
Jake suddenly gasps in realization.
"Oh my gosh! Childhood best friends turned college sweethearts," Jake says so dreamily, he might as well plaster heart eyes on. Hopeless romantic, this one.
Before Jay can argue, the piercing sound of three loud knocks echo through the small room, followed with a:
"Jay, are you in? It's me!"
Jay stills at the sound of your sweet voice. He whips his head to Jake, who is also frozen in place.
But the widened-eye boy is quick to come to his senses––unfortunately quicker than Jay himself––because the next thing Jay knows, Jake's eyes are lighting up and he's running to the door, ignoring Jay's screaming whispers through this seething teeth that were somewhere along the lines of Jake––stop, I swear to god if you open that door I'm gonna fucking--
"Y/N!" Jake swings the door wide open, revealing an overly excited him and a frozen Jay half-way to the door, as if he was about to grab the very boy welcoming you in. It's as if we're living in a Sims game and the player clicked pause on this very moment.
Jake's eyes are wildly going back and forth between you and your supposed boyfriend, as if he was waiting for Jay to run over and smother you in hugs and kisses...or something couple-y like that. Jay wouldn't know.
"Uh––hi," you're awkwardly standing inside the room now, a relatively large paper brown bag resting in your palms as you look around for a surface to place it on. Jay makes his way to you without a second thought, quickly taking the bag out of your hold.
"You seemed stressed out earlier, so I figured I could bring you some food as a little pick me up. I didn't know what you liked, so I kinda just got a little of everything from the dining hall. Nothing fancy," you're rambling, but smiling so excitedly at him, Jay doesn't know what to say.
Instead, his mouth slightly drops open as he stares at you in awe, mostly because he's not used to being on the receiving end of such spontaneously generous actions––all while Jake's still excitedly looking back and forth between the two of you, as if he was expecting a marriage proposal to come next.
"Oh wow. Thank you. Really," Jay, still touched by your simple act of kindness, softly says as he places the bag on the limited amount of empty space on his desk surface––the rest of it is covered with his untouched textbooks and unfinished assignments. He wonders if you did this out of playing your role or just because you wanted to. He internally hopes it's the latter. "Seriously, you didn't have to do."
"Nah, don't worry. I wanted to," you shrug with such a genuine smile that Jay realizes he actually missed your smile.
Despite having seen you during your brief run-in this morning when you were fetching your morning coffee, Jay realizes he missed you. The two of you haven't been seeing each other recently because of your busy schedule and if Jay didn't realize it before, he's now sure he missed your company and presence around.
Weird.
"Well, you two have fun! Sunghoon needs me for something," Jake suddenly chirps from his place near the front door, halfway through with putting his shoes on already, breaking the comforting silence that fell between the two of you.
Jay frowns. "But you said you were free all da––"
"SUNGHOON IS CALLING BYE!" And before Jay can even register what's happening, Jake's out the door without another word.
"Er..sorry about him, he's...weird," Jay scratches the back of his neck as he returns to his spot on his bed, mentally setting a reminder to yell at Jake later for leaving the two of you alone. Jay doesn't know exactly why, but he's nervous at the fact that you're here in his room. It's not like you two are complete strangers––or whatever you guys were before––anymore. "Good job on your part, though. How'd you know Jake was here?"
"Oh uh, I didn't"," you let out an awkward laugh. "I just felt like doing it."
Heat rushes to Jay's cheeks and he's not sure 1) what this newfound feeling is and 2) how to respond, yet again.
Having expecting you to leave after dropping the food off, Jay's taken by surprise when you take your shoes off and come over to his bed to look at the pile of work he's spread out.
"Is this everything you have to do?" You question the stressed-out boy as you flip through the various assignments, readings, and essays he put off in the past week.
"More or less," he groans. This is no rare occurrence by any means––Jay being behind in his work––but this time, Jay realizes he may actually be in deep shit, considering he has no idea where to begin.
Right as Jay's expecting a scolding from you, he looks up to meet a look of sympathy on your face. "Well, I mean, I'm pretty much done with my day. I can try to help, I recognize some of these readings from last semester."
Jay thinks to himself that the universe has sent him an angel through the form of you.
"Really? Wow, you were't kidding when you said you'd be a good girlfriend," he sends you a surprised look.
"I'm just being nice, Jay. A concept I'm sure you're not familiar with," you remark back at him, causing his forming smile to grow into a laugh.
"I can too be nice! Need I remind you of who's paying you $500, covering all of our dates AND giving you rides to class everyday?" He remarks pointedly at you, a teasing look resting in his eyes as you're reminded of the first of many times he's come to pick you up before class:
~ ~ ~
You're late.
This never happens.
But then again, your life's been a series of unexpected occurrences lately. Such as the fact that you're currently known as Jay Park's girlfriend, for one.
You're scrambling out of bed once you take one look at your phone and realize shit, you're already late for class. Throwing on whatever articles of clothing your eyes land on first, you're already mentally groaning at the fact that you'll have to skip breakfast and run across your campus to get to said class.
Curse your professor for hosting her lecture at the furthest possible building away from your dorm. Curse the architect who decided to make your campus so large.
You're running down the steps outside of your dorm building's doors when you're abruptly stopped by a familiar sounding cough. You look up from trying to gather all your belongings together at once to meet the gaze of the source of the sound––Jay.
"Wow, you're a mess," he smirks as he gets up from the spot on his car he was leaning against to make his way over to you.
"Gee, thanks! Good morning to you too," you flash him a sarcastic smile before your default frown quickly makes it way back onto your face.
"Aren't you gonna ask me why I'm here?" He grins as he grabs hold of your backpack to sling it across his own back as the two of you walk towards his car.
"Why are you here, Jay?" you sigh, your sarcastic tone hard to miss.
"To give you a ride to class, of course!" He's beaming at you, as if he's a pre-pubescent teen who just won their first girlfriend a prize from the arcade's claw machine.
Oh. That explains the car, you figure. Deep down inside, you're relieved that you'll no longer be bursting through the lecture hall's doors as a sweaty mess––a result of having to run across campus to get to class.
Determined to not let your satisfaction completely show, you resort with a little smile directed towards Jay as he opens the passenger door for you.
The second your enter Jay's car, the strong scent of coffee hits you, and your attention is targeted at the two small cups of coffee sitting in the cupholders of the car.
"Breakfast?" Jay asks as he enters through the driver's side and reaches into the backseat to whip out a small pastry bag. A small, deliciously smelling, pastry bag.
Okay, well. You suppose you could drop the annoyed act now.
Your eyes widen with joy as you grab the bag from him and open it to reveal your favorite breakfast sandwich. He's been taking notes, you'll give him that point.
"Okay, you win. Thank you," you grace him with a soft smile before taking a bite into the glorious gift in your hands.
"Of course, I was just feeling nice," he grins at you as he starts his car. "But don't get used to it." His tone is serious, but his smile directed towards you says differently.
And the fact that he still showed up to drive you to class the next morning.
And the next.
~ ~ ~
"And need I remind you who has to date your dumb ass for the $500 in question?" Your eyes narrow at the boy who can't seem to get that damn smile off his face.
Jay sticks his tongue out at you, ending the conversation. Really Jay? What are you, five? Well, mentally––probably.
You're looking around his minuscule dorm room for a place to sit down, and Jay can't help but feel embarrassed now that you're here, in his messy single studio room that pretty much reflects how Jay treats every other responsibility of his oh so hard life: neglected.
"Uh...here, you can sit on my bed," Jay immediately offers as he moves to the side to make room for your presence––and it isn't much, considering the university only provided him a twin XL bed which is definitely not built for two grown college-aged kids.
If you told yourself a few weeks ago that you'd be shoulder to shoulder on a bed belonging to the guy you cringed at the very thought of, you wouldn't have believed yourself. You wouldn't have believed yourself if you said you were actually glad Jay let you stay instead of kicking you out after delivering the food. Huh.
Weird.
"You know, this kinda reminds me of when we were kids. I always carried us through those horrible multiplication tests in the fifth grade," you wink at him as you settle in the spot next to him, hands grabbing hold of the papers in his lap.
Jay let out a laugh, nudging your shoulder with his. "Hey! The twelve times table is hard, okay?"
You roll your eyes at him––a habit of yours he's noticed whenever the two of you are together, but more recently, he thinks it's been more out of fun than annoyance.
He wonders why.
When Jay had first brought up the idea of bringing you as his date to his father's company dinner, you had expected a fairly fancy five-star restaurant with a formal dress code––for you've become accustomed to Jay's lifestyle. Turns out, your expectations can continue to be exceeded. Because what you had expected to be a simple dinner with a few other business men and women turned out to be an entire party, hosted in a hotel whose interior resembled something close to a castle (Or what you assume a castle looks like, as you've never personally been into a castle yourself, but this hotel is close enough).
Your eyes sparkle at the extravagant columns and diamond chandeliers hanging high above you, and Jay smiles at the expression on your face; like a little girl being brought to the amusement park for the first time ever.
"Wow, this is...wow," you mutter as you drink in the scene in front of you: people dressed in formal attire likewise to yours and Jay's, mingling and drinking what you imagine to be beverages that cost more than your entire life's worth.
Jay laughs from behind you, "Yeah the company goes a little...extra when it comes to these company dinners."
You scoff as you look up at him. "Oh really, you don't say?" You look around and you're suddenly aware of the many people surrounding the two of you and the attention you've acquired ever since entering the building.
"Jay, people are staring." You shuffle closer to him, your voice lowering down to a whisper.
"Well, it's not everyday the son of the company's CEO brings his girlfriend with him, so...looks like we'll be the talk of the party tonight. Smiles on," he winks at you, and you just know he's loving the attention the two of you are receiving right now.
"Jay Park? Is that you?" You hear a warm voice call out from behind the two of you.
The two of you turn around to meet the owner of the voice, a middle-aged woman dressed in an evening gown that matches the pattern of high-end brands you've been recognizing ever since arriving.
"Mrs. Lee! It's so nice seeing you again," Jay cheerily addresses the woman as the two of you bow in greeting.
You internally giggle at the thought of your Jay being so picture-perfect in the eyes of his father's co-workers.
"This is Y/N," he continues, his hand finding its way to your back, protectively resting it there as you go to introduce yourself. "My girlfriend."
You swear you feel goosebumps rise from where he's lightly touching you, and more so when he introduces you as his girlfriend.
You tell yourself it's just your nerves. Yes, that's it, you're just nervous. I mean, you're in a room filled with people who could easily pay off all your college loans with just a snap of their fingers, who wouldn't be nervous? Right? Right.
"Y/N! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you!" Mrs. Lee excitedly exclaims as you turn to Jay with a slightly confused look plastered on your face. He mirrors your expression as he shrugs, moving to stand behind you completely, bringing his hands to rest lowly at your hips.
His hands feel like feathers on the thin fabric of your evening gown, so light, so delicate, as if he's unsure if he's crossing a line. It leaves you wanting more, wanting to naturally lean against him and his warmth. You quick to shake the thought of your head as Mrs. Lee chirps up again.
"Jay's father is always talking about how you've been keeping Jay pleasantly busy nowadays! Good thing too, about time this poor boy settle down for someone as beautiful as you," the woman rambles on as you feel a blush creep up on your cheeks at the thought of Jay talking about you to his dad. If only they knew.
"We should probably go find our seats, I think the dinner is beginning soon," Jay says from behind you, saving the two of you from having to listen to Mrs. Lee's story of how she's known Jay ever since he was five years old and seeing him grow into this mature, loving, young man is so amazing. Oh look! I have baby pictures.
Yeah, he was more so saving himself from embarrassment.
The two of you bid your goodbyes before Jay gently uses the hand on your back to maneuver you through the crowd of socializing business moguls.
"She's not wrong, you know," you feel Jay dip his head so he's speaking near your ear, his warm breath tickling your earlobe, as the two of you make your way through the large foyer room.
"Hm?" You hum in question, turning your head up just enough to be able to make eye contact with him as he responds to your look of confusion.
"You look beautiful tonight," he says, eye contact not breaking once. You freeze in your steps.
You stare back at him in silence. Oh.
Your mind is panicking as it flips through your mental book of responses, unsure of what to say back. But because your mind is cloudy from staring at a put-together Jay in a dark navy suit to match your dress (mixed with the nervous butterflies in your stomach––have they always been there?), the only sound that's able to leave your lips is the small stutter of a:
"Huh?"
Wow Y/N, you had one job. A simple "thank you" could've sufficed! And you went with "Huh"?
You felt like a fifth grader who just learned from a friend of a friend of a friend that their crush likes them back.
"U-um. Mrs. Lee. What she said about you. You look good, really," somehow your nervousness made its way over to Jay now––his eyes flickering from yours to anywhere, anything, else in the room––the awkward tension growing tenfold each second.
Goddamnit Y/N, this is just Jay you're talking to, get a grip.
You're knocked back into reality when he slightly nudges your back to continue making your way to the main ball room, where the dinner is being held.
"Is that a compliment from the Jay Park?" Your smirk can't be seen by Jay, since he's still trailing behind you, but he can definitely hear it through your tone.
"Don't make me take it back," he chuckles, his words felt against your neck, leaving behind a tingly sensation you're not sure why you're feeling. You're glad he's behind you, so he isn't able to see the blush creeping onto your face for the second time tonight.
Jay gives a small nod to the people behind the check-in desk stationed at the entrance as the two of you waltz right into a large ball room lined with countless circular dining tables. So much for a small business dinner.
As the two of you approach one of the tables placed at the front of the room, you notice a familiar figure seated next to the seats reserved for you and Jay.
"Y/N!" Jake exclaims as he gets up from his seat to greet the both of you. "I'm so glad you made it, Jay was so excited to bring you tonight. Deadass would not stop talking about it."
Jay lets out a noise that falls somewhere between a cough and a goose being strangled, his widened eyes warning his talkative friend to just shut up. He's silently cursing the company for always seating his and Jake's family at the same table for these events.
"Aw, is that so? He's lucky he's cute or else I wouldn't have agreed," you grin, winking at your assumed boyfriend sitting next to you.
"Hey, YOU were the one excited to come! I recall a certain someone's face lighting up when I suggested we go shopping for tonight," Jay immediately retorts.
"Only because you were buying," you giggle, causing Jake to laugh as well.
"Damn, Jay. Tough," Jake jokingly adds as you laugh alongside him. The scowl sitting on Jay's face expresses the opposite of what he's feeling right now: warmth filling him up from the sound of your laughter and the image of you getting along so well with his best friend.
"I'm gonna get us some drinks, you two have fun making fun of me," Jay narrows his eyes at the two of you as he gets up from his seat. You bid him off with a smile before turning back to Jake.
"No but really though, this boy would not stop talking about you coming tonight. Then again, he doesn't really ever stop talking about you," Jake nonchalantly says, not knowing how much he was exposing his friend to you right now.
You raise an eyebrow up in response, "Oh really?"
"Seriously! I don't know what you did to him, Y/N, but this Jay I've been seeing recently is new. He complains a lot less about life nowadays, especially on the days he sees you," he leans back in his chair as his comment brings a smile to your face. Little does he know.
You stretch your neck up to find the boy in question and spot him right as he's returning to your shared table, two drinks in hand. You lock eyes with him from across the room and without a second thought, you're giving him a genuine smile that he's immediately returning.
Your heart beats faster at the view.
You wonder why.
It's 3:07AM when you hear the first ding.
You're not 100% sure as of why you're awake at this hour on a Tuesday night––perhaps a combination of your restless thoughts and feelings not letting you sleep plus the typical stress that comes hand-in-hand with the life of a college student.
It's 3:09AM when you hear the second ding, and you brush it off, assuming it was just Heeseung spamming you with memes again––something he does often when he also can't sleep (you found this out the hard way).
It's still 3:09AM when you hear the third ding, and at 3:10AM , you finally reach over and decide to acknowledge the being who's bothering you at this godforsaken hour.
Jay [3:07AM]: Y/N
Jay [3:09AM]: hi
Jay [3:09AM]: r u awake rn
Y/N [3:10AM]: unfortunately so
Y/N [3:11AM]: why are you up
Jay [3:11AM]: come outside
Y/N [3:13AM: jay it's 3am
Jay [3:13AM]: ye and? don't tell me ur a college student with a curfew
Jay [3:14AM]: plus im alrdy waiting for u outside so u have no choice
Jay [3:15AM]: :)
You groan at your bright phone screen currently illuminating your dark dorm room.
You ponder the consequences you may have to suffer tomorrow if you stay up any later than you already have. But considering the fact that you're probably just going to stay awake lying in bed for god knows how long anyways, why not?
(And you would like to point out that this decision has nothing to do with the fact that you haven't seen Jay in a few days and that maybe a tiny, tiny, tiny, part of you may have missed his presence. Nothing.)
And since that logic is obviously valid (you really gotta work on justifying your life choices), you're suddenly grabbing a hoodie from your closet and hoping it'll be enough to keep you, who's merely in an old band t-shirt from high-school and pajama shorts, warm.
The breeze hits your skin the second you open the doors to your dorm's building, and you're met with the view of Jay's sleek, black BMW that probably costs more than your tuition. He waves at you from the driver's seat, motioning for you to get in.
"To what do I owe you the pleasure at this hour," you deadpan at him with a stone-cold voice as you enter through the passenger's side door, hoping your tone was enough to hide the fact that you're giddy at the fact he invited you out at 3AM in the morning. Like a high-school girl sneaking out of her house to meet up with her bad-boy boyfriend that her parents dislike.
The second you enter his car, you're instantly comforted by the warm air blasting through his vents and his playlist softly playing in the background. Jay's pajama pants and messy hair give you more than enough information to know that he probably just rolled out of his own bed as well. You don't know why, but your view: Jay in his oversized hoodie with his unkept hair in front of your dorm building at 3AM on a Tuesday night, gives you comfort in weird ways you can't explain even if you tried.
But it's obviously just your cloudy, 3AM mind not thinking straight. Obviously.
"When I can't sleep, I go on drives around campus. It helps clear my mind," he says, looking over at you to give you a quick smile before starting his car. "Plus, SnapMap said you were still awake, so...figured you'd wanna join."
"Oh so what, you're my stalker now? You're not driving to the woods to kill me now, are you?" You tease, an eyebrow brought up. Jay lets out a laugh from beside you as he begins to drive further into your campus.
"Guess you'll just have to wait and see," he throws you a wink before reverting his gaze back to the road, mindlessly driving to wherever the road decides to take him.
A comfortable silence falls in between the two of you as Jay continues to drive endless routes around your campus. You look over to the boy driving next to you and take in his features––you don't know what changed, but you no longer feel the same anger or annoyance bubbling within you when you're around him. You're not sure when this changed, but you figure it's just the effect of desensitization. After all, you've been spending so much time with him, you're bound to get used to it. Right?
"Why were you up?" Jay finally asks after a few minutes of just the two of you silently basking in each other's presences.
"Ah, you know. The usual. Endless thoughts running through my mind, stress from school, nothing new," you sign, giving him a soft smile followed with a shrug.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
You answer him with silence as you search your head for the answer.
"I don't know. This is kinda weird, isn't it?" You don't know why you get a sudden surge of confidence, but before you can stop yourself, you find yourself rambling on. "If you had told me a month ago that I'd be here driving around with you when it's nearly 4AM, I would've laughed in your face."
Jay doesn't know whether to laugh or scoff. "Is the idea of hanging out with me that unappealing to you?"
You give him a serious look back. "I mean, up until a month ago when you needed me for whatever this game is, you literally pretended I didn't exist."
Oh. Awkward.
You freeze at your own words, mentally screaming at yourself for letting the words leave your mouth. Why, why, why.
"Y/N..." Jay says after clearing his throat after a few seconds of silence.
"No it's fine, it was a joke," you awkwardly cough and direct your attention to anything else around you right now. The view of your campus' buildings zooming by. The clicking of Jay's blinker when he switches lanes. The quiet roaring of his car's engine. The nervous tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel.
The rest of the ride is excruciatingly silent as he exits the main road and into an empty parking lot of some administration building made out of glass that has too many floors for you to count.
You don't know why you feel your heart beating in your throat as Jay puts the car into park––why you feel uneasy. You slightly turn towards him in your seat, hoping to pick up any sign of well...anything from him.
You don't know why you feel a twinge of guilt––it's not like what you said was necessarily wrong. If you were being honest, you were slightly bothered by how the two of you seemed to silently agree not to mention your past all this time. You were always one to seek answers, to seek closure. You couldn't help but bring it up––Jay was your best friend during those years. For him to just wake up one day and pretend you were nothing to him hurt you, and you couldn't help but still wonder what in the world you did to initiate his actions.
"I'm sor–" You're interrupted with his timid voice, as if he was almost afraid to speak.
"I'm not good with people." He's nibbling on his bottom lip, fingers nervously picking at a spot on the steering wheel.
You're opening and closing your mouth, unsure how to respond. You're 100% positive you look like a fish right now. Good for you.
"I don't know why. Jake calls it commitment issues but in order to have commitment, people have to stay in my life. And people just...don't. They're all bound to leave at some point. So what's the point of putting in effort into relationships if they're just going to leave you at the end?"
You're stunned by his sudden confession, not having been prepared for such a heavy topic to arise between the two of you. Up until tonight, your interactions had always been light-hearted and easy––you guys got along well. You didn't know this is how he felt all along.
But you knew where he was coming from.
You knew what Jay had gone through as a child––his mother having left him and his dad when he was young. You remember when your parents had told you the news at the young age of 13, and you remember the pain and sorrow you felt for your then friend. All you wanted to do was go to him and comfort him, but he had already cut you out from his life by then.
"Or maybe I'm the problem. My dad barely acknowledges my existence because he thinks giving me an allowance is all the parenting I need, my friends probably only stick around because they feel bad for me, you wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the bet, and, fuck, I'm literally known as the campus' fuckboy," Jay continues, falling deeper and deeper into the hole he dug himself.
He hates this, he hates opening up and feeling vulnerable, so he doesn't know why he's doing it now. He doesn't know why he feels comfortable voicing out his fears and worries when he's around you. But he does know it's a new feeling––one he doesn't know how to deal with.
"Jay," you lace your voice with as much comfort as you can provide. None of this is his fault, you want to tell him. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything," he says with a hint of bitterness and you can't tell if it's directed towards you or the topic at hand.
You're completely turned in your seat now to face him––despite the fact that he refuses to meet your gaze, afraid that looking at you is gonna bring out the most vulnerable in him. "You can talk to me. Talking about it makes it a lot easier. I'll always be here for you, as a friend."
Jay doesn't know what it is or why, but something in him snaps at the sound of a certain word falling out of your lips. Friend. Friend.
Friends don't make his heart beat nervously whenever he's around them. Friends don't keep him up at 3AM in the morning, pondering about his feelings for them. Friends don't provide him with this new, warm comfort he's become accustomed to whenever he's around you.
Deep down, Jay knows you didn't mean to add fuel to the fire. But because he's strong-headed, stubborn, and hates how vulnerable he feels next to you, he unleashes his emotions without thinking about the destruction coming along.
"It's none of your business, Y/N. Forget I said anything. You're just a toy for this stupid game and when it's all over we can go back to our own lives and forget this ever happened."
His sudden words cut deep, but they hurt him more than you. The second the words tumble out of his mouth, he's hit with the feeling of instant regret washing over him, and the lump forming in his throat restricts him from finding the right words to take them back.
The silence that falls between the two of you this time is different. It's a cold silence. A loud silence.
Jay feels his walls coming back up around him––the ones you managed to get through––and all he wants to do is apologize but he's terrified. Terrified of seeing your reaction, terrified of losing you again. For the second time.
You tell yourself he doesn't mean it. You tell yourself that he's just enduring more pain that one should ever receive.
But you also tell yourself that this wouldn't be the first time Jay leaves you in the dust.
You tell yourself that you're foolish for ever believing a friendship, or more, could come out of this act at the end. That you're so naive for feeling those stupid, stupid butterflies you've started to notice in your stomach whenever you see, or even think of, him.
"Okay," you begin with a firm tone. You're hurt, but you refuse to show it. You won't let him hurt you for a second time. Not again.
"Just...find me when you need me. As your fake girlfriend or just...me. I'm still here for you," is the last thing you say before un-clicking your seatbelt and leaving his car, beginning your walk back to your dorm hall.
Jay is unsure about many things in life. He's unsure about what he wants to do in the future, he's unsure of where he's going to settle in life, heck, he's unsure about what to have for lunch tomorrow. But he's sure about one thing.
That he's wearing his heart on his sleeve right now, and it's all because of you.
That you've become this new lifeline and he has to choose between holding onto you or drowning.
When Jay wakes up the next morning, his first gut instinct is to get ready to pick you up for class. But today's different. Jay doesn't know where the two of you stand now, especially after last night.
Jay doesn't know how to deal with this combination of unknown emotions he's been feeling lately. They didn't come out of no where, by any means, he realizes. They've been slowly growing over the past month of seeing you so often––like a plant he's been watering overtime, not expecting it to bloom into a flower so suddenly––but he figured it was nothing more than just enjoying the company of a friend.
Until he realizes that the term friend just doesn't suite you anymore––not to him, at least. And that scares him. It scares him that you've made him genuinely smile more in this past month than he ever has in his 19 years of living. It scares him that when he's around you he can't comprehend his own thoughts, his feelings. It scares him that you make him vulnerable, that you've changed him. That you've managed to make the walls that he's spent so long building and polishing to crumble with a simple tap of your finger.
In a perfect world, Jay would have already told you all this––he would be unafraid of how you would react, unafraid of your rejection, unafraid of losing this growing relationship with you. But alas, we don't live in a perfect world. And so when Jay drives to class that day, he drives right past your dorm building.
"Where's Y/N?" is the first thing Jake questions when he enters Jay's car that morning, confused by your absence, having been used to you being in the front seat every morning when Jay goes to give Jake rides to class as well.
"I don't know," Jay mutters, unemotional eyes focused on the road in front of him, not interested in continuing a conversation that involves thinking about you.
Jake hesitates as curiosity gets the best of him. "Did you guys get into a fight or something?"
Jay's hands tighten around the steering wheel of his car. "Or something. Let's just leave it at that."
There are a few beats of silence before Jake speaks up again.
"Well, I guess this works out because I wanted to talk to you about something."
Jay continues to stare straight ahead of him, focusing on just trying to get by without mentally beating himself up at the simple thought of you.
The simple thought of you and your smile. Your witty remarks. Your stupid eye rolls. Your laughter. Your kindness. So much for not thinking about you.
"I'm calling it off," Jake's words catch Jay off guard.
"Huh? Calling what off?"
"The bet. I'm calling it off. I don't care about the textbook fees I'll have to pay next semester. Look, fight or not, you and Y/N are good for each other, everyone can see it. And I really don't want this to end up being one of those messed up teen TV shows where the girlfriend finds out the entire relationship was based off of a stupid game and then they break up and the boyfriend falls into eternal sadness and regret. And I don't wanna see you sad, dude. So yeah! Congrats," although he's admitting defeat, Jake's beaming widely, just content with the fact that his best friend has finally found happiness through the form of you. "You win."
But Jay feels like the opposite of a winner. Because even though his only intention coming into this was simply winning the bet, his life isn't as simple as it was a month ago. Because he discovered something much more valuable than some stupid textbook fees or five hundred dollars or getting his physics homework done for an entire semester.
Something he's scared he's already lost.
You.
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The next time you see Jay is at the same time and place as when he first ever appeared to pick you up––at 12:17PM on a Friday afternoon, as you're exiting the doors of the lecture building home to your awfully long Capitalism in World History class. This time, however it's different.
Because this time, it's one month later, and Jay Park is no longer a forgotten side character in the story of your life. This time, you're frustrated because it's been three days since you've last heard from Jay. And because it's been three days since you've last heard from him, you can't focus on anything else, and because you can't focus on anything else, you're falling behind on every other aspect in your life. Jay's somehow managed to become the center of your life without even having to be present.
Well, up until now. Up until you go down the steps of your lecture hall's entrance and look up to be met with a figure leaning on a car you're far too familiar with. You freeze in your steps as you make eye contact with the boy you've been thinking about non-stop for the past month three days.
Your mind tells you to walk away, to just follow your flight instinct instead of fight, to just go back to your normal life. But here's the thing. Ever since Jay's made his way back to your life, it's been far from normal.
And if you're being honest, you had no interest in going back to your normal life. Normal's overrated anyways. You find your legs bringing yourself over to him, your heart leading the way.
"Hi," you simply say, planting yourself right in front of him.
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?" You already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it.
"Waiting for you," Jay doesn't hesitate in answering you. This time will be different, he tells himself.
"I can walk myself home, thanks," you state, but your actions tell differently, as you make no sign of moving from your spot in front of him.
Jay's mind contemplates telling you everything. About how he regrets that friendship-breaking decision he made that one fateful day in the eighth grade, about his true feelings, about how he first suspected these feelings when he was 11 years old and saw you in your fancy get-up for the sixth grade dance but put it off as a little crush, and about how the same feelings grew into something so, so much more in the present. But seeing that putting all these thoughts into words would involve more than one functioning brain cell (which is all he's convinced he has in the moment, for the view of you staring up at him, looking like that, has his brain short-circuiting), he settles with:
"He called it off. It's over. The bet."
"Oh."
Silence.
Okay, Jay. This is your chance. Say it.
"Is that it?" You lift an eyebrow, awaiting for more explanation. When it doesn't come, you slightly nod and start backing away. "I'll see you around then."
Is that it? Do the two of you just go back to your respective lives now? How can Jay do that, when he doesn't even recall what his life was like before you entered it––and especially when he has absolutely no interest in going back to that life?
Fuck it.
"Y/N!" He stands up straight, a newfound confidence taking over. This time will be different, he tells himself. Because now, he knows what he wants. For sure.
You turn towards him, to see him already making his way towards you, stopping in his steps when he finds himself close enough to you that he can't concentrate anymore.
"I'm sorry for ditching you in the eighth grade. I'm sorry for ignoring you since then. I'm sorry for dragging you into this stupid mess and for pushing you away and I'm sorry for calling you a toy. Because it's far from truth. I like you. A lot. And––and I'm scared. I'm scared of what this means for us, because I just keep messing things up and all I know is that I don't wanna wake up tomorrow and realize you're not in my life anymore and––"
"Woah, woah, Jay. Slow down," you look up at him, the corners of your lips threatening to curve up into a smile. "You're an idiot, you know."
Jay's never really confessed his feelings to anyone before, per say, so he doesn't really know what to expect. But he's watched enough Netflix rom-coms in this lifetime (which is still not that many) to know that hearing the words "you're an idiot" isn't what you're supposed to hear after pouring your heart and soul out. Surely not, right?
"I––I'm not sure how to respond to that," he quietly says, searching your eyes for a sign, for anything. You giggle at his sudden shyness as you grab both his arms and look at him right in the eyes.
"It's okay. I get it, if anything, I'm also scared. But you somehow got me wrapped around your stupid finger, and I hate it," you smirk at him, your hands slowly making their way up his arms to circle around his neck.
Jay's hands naturally fall at your waist as he lets out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding as he returns your smirk. "Well, I could say the same about you. And I also hate it, for your information."
"Hmm, is that so? I guess it cancels out then, right?" You smile at him as he's pulling you in so close, your head turns cloudy.
Jay grins at you, his eyes holding so much joy and endearment as they quickly flicker down to your lips before returning to your own eyes. "I guess this only means one thing then."
"Mm, and what's that?"
And before Jay can answer––and because your life's been anything but normal lately––you make the first move this time, moving your head up to close the small gap between the two of you.
His arms instinctively tighten around you as you capture his lips with your very own, and Jay swears he's about to lift off into space right now. He's on cloud nine, and he makes no plans to touch the ground ever again.
The kiss quickly becomes fervent, all the pent-up tension that the two of you had for one another finally finding its way out, all the words that were previously left unsaid finally expressing themselves. You don't even care if you're being judged by the conservative faculty members of your school right now, or by the looks of fellow students walking past the two of you.
You try your best to keep yourself from smiling as he continues to press his lips against yours, his hand moving to hold your chin, guiding your mouth with his.
Before you find yourself getting carried away, you step back to take a breath, resting your forehead against his chest as his hands rest against your back. He smiles at the sound of you giggling against him.
Jay takes a step back to take one look at you and realizes, in this moment, that change can be good. And he's willing to undergo this change. As long as it's with you.
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The next morning, you bounce down the steps of your dorm building's entrance to meet the wide, bright smile of your ex-childhood-bestfriend-turned-fake-boyfriend-turned-real-boyfriend waiting for you in front of his car, small pastry bag in hand. You smile back at him.
Jay drives you to class that day.
And everyday after that.
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I saw this take on twitter about Hana & Kacchan having “reverse parallels” and since they both have apologised to Tenko/Deku (but one was more or less sincere and the other was absolutely sincere) and they said that, while Hana moved away from Tenko, Kacchan ran to catch Deku. There was also more to the thread abt Kacchan & Hana’s differences. They were sorta trying to argue that this is a clue that Hori intends for Bkdk to be sibling-like/brotherly. As a bkdk shipped, I’ve accepted that it makes sense.. cause it’s an established fact that Tenko & Deku parallel each other. Tenko having his own “Kacchan” makes sense. Tho yes I am a little sad since I’ve held a little bit of hope for romantic bkdk becoming canon. I just wanted to ask your opinion if Hana was really meant to foil Kacchan or was it just a reach?
okay so I have a couple responses to this.
1. while it's true that Horikoshi has woven a lot of deliberate parallels between Deku and Tenko's characters, that doesn't mean every single thing about their lives and every single person they interact with is a part of those parallels. which is to say that no, I don't really think Hana and Kacchan are meant to mirror each other in any kind of significant way. Hana's apology to Tenko was under completely different circumstances than Kacchan's apology to Deku; I really don't see any connection between the two situations. you might as well be trying to compare Hana to Endeavor, or Deku, or Hawks, or Aizawa, or any other character who's apologized to anyone over the course of the story.
2. please pardon the forthcoming rant, anon -- and I hope you know that none of this is aimed at you in particular -- but for me personally, this whole obsession with ships becoming canon is one of the most exasperating types of discourse there is. like, don't get me wrong, I totally understand people wanting to see their favorite ships validated by the author, and not to mention there's also the issue of having more LGBTQ+ representation. but speaking as someone whose own orientation (aromantic) has almost no representation in fiction whatsoever, it gets frustrating to see so many people dismiss non-romantic relationships as being an inferior type of ship, to the extent that calling a relationship "sibling-like" is now a commonly-used attack in ship wars. so many people view romance as this completely transformative element, to the point where two characters can literally tick every other box on the intimate personal relationship checklist, and none of it will matter to some people unless they actually confess their love and kiss.
and again, I'm not saying I don't understand it, especially since queerbating is a thing. it's one thing if a writer is genuinely just trying to portray a close friendship, especially in series where romance isn't really a focus. but it's another thing entirely if a writer is deliberately hinting at a romance in a blatant bid to attract a larger queer audience, while all the while having no intention whatsoever of having those hints lead anywhere. the issue, I guess, is that it's not always easy to tell which scenarios are the former, and which are the latter. and of course, you also have people who think that the former is a type of cop-out as well, because the thing is that romance is always viewed as the default. so for a lot of people, allosexual and alloromantic relationships are the only ones that get considered as far as representation goes.
but you know what, I'm just gonna say it; even knowing where people are coming from, it's still discouraging to know that so many people are so dismissive of aro and ace relationships that the thought of a favorite ship not becoming romantic in canon is considered a profound disappointment. and it's even more discouraging that the thought of a rival ship becoming canon is considered such an existential threat to some that they will literally use "oh, they're just like siblings" as an argument against the ship, rather than a point in favor of. because siblings are a downgrade. friendship is a downgrade. any kind of close relationship that isn't inherently romantic or sexual in nature is less important, and that's just how it is.
so yeah, that's kind of a pet peeve, ngl. especially since the truth is I actually do think Bakugou and Deku's relationship is very akin to siblings. and so I do sometimes get weary of not being able to just outright say that without having to first pepper the statement with all kinds of disclaimers so that people don't think I'm invalidating the ship. I feel like I have to walk on eggshells if I ever want to talk about their relationship in terms that I can personally relate to.
but I mean, here's how I look at it. they've known each other since they were small children. they call each other exclusively (or almost exclusively) by childhood nicknames. they have an openness and an unspoken, almost taken-for-granted trust in each other to the point where they'll share closely guarded secrets ("I got my quirk from someone else") and personal vulnerabilities ("why was I the one who ended All Might?") with barely a second's hesitation which they would never share with anyone else. they have a comfortable little bickering type of rapport ("I'm getting stronger"; "well I'll just have to get even stronger then"; "you'll never surpass me"; "we'll see about that") which they can fall into with ease and which looks weird af to outsiders, but is "normal" to them and something they're both grateful to have.
they're so intimately familiar with each other's personality and behaviors that they can predict them with perfect accuracy. they're so in tune with each other that they can whip up elaborate coordinated attacks right on the spot in perfect sync. their admiration for each other is so strong that they each think of the other as being the epitome of winning and saving, respectively. their mental images of each other are so vivid that they subconsciously mimic each other's speech patterns whenever they start falling into a particularly strong Win or Save mindset themselves. they take no small amount of pride in showing off for each other. they go apeshit any time the other is in danger or hurt. and each of them would literally die for the other if it ever came to that.
all of that is already canon. on just about every metric imaginable except for "now kiss", the two of them already have a canon intimacy that rivals just about every other great relationship out there. and so to say that none of it actually counts unless there's an actual love confession involved frankly just boggles me. again, maybe it's because I have no personal vested interest in romance myself, though. I'm literally just not wired that way, and so I'm really not the best person to vent to when it comes to these kinds of concerns.
but look, no matter what happens from here on out, these two care about each other on a very deep and personal level. they're going to continue to be a part of each other's lives no matter what. and each of them, no matter what, will continue to occupy a space in each other's lives that no other person can fill, regardless of how we or Horikoshi or anyone else choose to label and define that space. and so in my book, that's already a win.
anyways, apologies again for the impromptu rant. again, this wasn't particularly directed at you in any way; if anything it's mostly just a generic response to the constant shipping discourse in this and every other fandom, and a more detailed explanation for why I personally don't like to get involved in it. this is just one of the myriad reasons why I try my best to stay very far away from BnHA twitter lol.
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