#thankful for the real ones in my life but for those who aren't I'm ready to release them as we go into a new year
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first yiik impressions?
Hi. Thanks for your message. I've been thinking about this for days. I wrote paragraphs. Here you go!
Everyone talks up how the game is bad, but I've never looked into it much myself, so I went in with an expectation along the lines of "people whose opinions I often agree with think it was an awful mess, I'll likely think something similar". Expectations were low. Even then I wasn't really ready.
"YIIK" is a game of tedium. I don't think it's a game about tedium, that's something different (though it could be, if it was a different video game altogether; "what if the world was made of pudding" etc). To some degree I think the tedium is by design but I'm not really sure what it's in service of.
I don't think tedium in a video game is a bad thing. "Morrowind" and "Breath of the Wild" are two video games I like very much, and some of my favourite memories of those games are of slowly wandering through empty expanses, or having to suddenly deal with equipment degrading or supplies dwindling because I forgot to prepare. Moments like that feel thoughtful! They're interesting moments of reprieve or of tension that feel thoughtfully and intentionally designed! "YIIK" feels like trudging through chest-deep molasses so it can shout "hey did you know you're stuck in my molasses right now? that's weird, why are you stuck in my molasses right now? did you notice?" directly into your ear.
You'll notice this is a pattern.
Combat is turn-based and involves completing little minigames, timing button prompts or hitting targets or some such. It's a cute idea that wears out its welcome when you start realizing how long every single one takes to resolve, especially when you have multiple party members, and sometimes multiple enemies (I'm told this part specifically gets more egregious as the game goes on). I don't think it's awful or unsalvageable but I'm not super into it as of the point we're at.
This is a pattern.
Leveling up is a manual process that you have to unlock, and it involves going to a save point (any save point? we didn't check), to enter the Mind Dungeon, to enter the actual Mind Dungeon, to walk down a set of stairs and enter individual doors one-by-one, so that you can choose how you want to allocate stat increases, so that you can walk down a different set of stairs to commit your choices and spend your banked experience to level up. I think "you can only power up at specific points / times / locations" and the granularity of stat growth are interesting ideas, and the environment they made for it are a charming idea, and I don't think it needed to be a "Hotel Mario" level that you had to slowly walk through. It could have been a menu. They could have used the resources for a nice background or backdrop for a menu that accomplishes the same thing.
This is a pattern.
I haven't really mentioned anything about the story or writing yet. The protagonist's name is Alex and he's a very self-important nerdy misanthropic dickhead white man (a very specific kind of guy that I've definitely met at least once or twice) who is obsessed with a paranormal message board populated by people like him and desperate to find out more about the disappearance of a woman he witnessed. (The woman & her disappearance are based on the real life death of Elisa Lam & aren't handled with a whole lot of tact, IMO, but other people have put this into better words than I can right now. It sucks. It keeps coming up and it makes me bristle every time.) Alex is a bad person. I know he is. You know he is. The game knows he is. I've seen some reviews say a negative point of the game is "the main characters aren't likeable", which I don't really get, because that's the point of the characters, as far as I can tell. The issue, then, is how much time the game takes to exposit at you how bad the characters are. It's exhausting. Every time Alex has a monologue, it feels like it sums up to 10 minutes of "I am a bad person. I am a bad person. Alex is a bad person. This character is a bad person. Do you get it? He's a bad person. Alex is a bad person. Do you understand yet, player? Alex is a bad person. You should know that he's a bad person. Do you get it?"
This is a pattern.
(I don't know how interested I am in bringing up the game's lead writer right now, if at all, but there's a well-known anecdote where he talks about wanting to write a story about a bad person who is forced to grapple with himself and do better, and how the reason why his game wasn't well-received was because people who play video games didn't get it & weren't ready for a story like that. I dunno. I can understand being upset about negative reception to something you poured time and sweat into, and saying something hasty because of it. "Final Fantasy 4" is a beloved RPG classic, though, and "Disco Elysium" came out the same year to overwhelming praise. I haven't played either of these yet, though, so I'll admit maybe I'm off the mark here.)
The characters we've met so far (i.e. the ones that aren't unnamed NPCs) are… well. There's a smarmy younger kid who idolizes(?) Alex & also made the aforementioned paranormal website. So far it seems like he mostly exists to go "hey fuck you Alex, you dickhead" and immediately say something even more insensitive. There's the insensitive based-on-a-real=ass-dead-woman elevator woman, who immediately disappeared from the narrative while still being an essential part of the narrative. There was a dead(?) robot in a bedroom, who had a choir of ominous hooded people monologue about how weird and sad and strange and uncanny the scene is. What the!? There's a woman who works at the arcade and has Powers. Her design's cute. (I feel like, generally, the game's visuals are Fine. The audio, too. That all ranges from Just Fine to Surprisingly Neat. I don't really have much issue with those aspects of the game, but I don't have much to say about them either.) Alex and Kid Whose Name I Didn't Care To Remember are constantly very uncomfortable to her, because she's a woman and because she isn't white, in the 15 or so minutes we've seen her on-screen, and she gets to tell them off, but then immediately kind of goes "well whatever I can smile and put up with this and hang out with you". It feels misogynistic. I know to some degree Alex is misogynistic on purpose, because the game is bludgeoning your skull in and yelling "ALEX IS SHITTY TO WOMEN! AND PEOPLE OF COLOUR! DO YOU GET IT? HE'S SELF ABSORBED IN A SHITTY WAY! DO YOU GET IT, PLAYER? YOU UNDERSTAND THAT ALEX SUCKS ASS YET? MAYBE 10 MORE MINUTES OF THIS WILL MAKE IT CLICK?" But for a woman of colour (the only one we've seen so far who isn't Probably Just Dead) to finally tell him off for being a shithead, only to turn around and go "well it's ok, you're cool now, let's hang out now because it's narratively convenient and you're the protagonist" is pretty damn egregious!
This is a pattern.
Writing in general feels stilted and long-winded. Most of the main characters feel like they don't talk like people do. Alex gets to feel like a person but that's mostly because he gets to talk to himself so damn much. Most of his monologues feel like overly flowery prose, like someone padded it out with identical adjectives to meet a school essay word count. There's an interesting idea or premise or setpiece every now and then. There's a spark. A glint of something compelling. Every single time this has happened so far I find it immediately snuffed out by an over-blown "oh my god!!!!!!! how weird!!!!!!', or a very long plot dump, or a Joss Whedon-ass quip. There can be no small moment of joy. No story element or visual element can stand on its own legs. There can be no room for ideas to breathe. No space for the player to wonder, to dream, to play in the space. The narrative is compelled to suffocate iself on itself, to take up all space, to swallow itself whole in its making. One very minor (so far?) side character has some interesting dialogue in this one dream world, and I think "oh that's neat", and then I learn they're lines taken wholesale from a book (and I think that's fine, reference is fine, but I have a bit of a chuckle over the fact that this character is the reason why the game has a giant REFERENCES option in the main menu). The literal first minute of the game is a bird telling you "oh my god, the title of this game, right? why'd they spell it like that? so fucking dumb, am I right!" It feels insecure. It reads like the writing has no confidence in itself. It has to make a comment about how silly and video-gamey it is, roll its eyes at itself, mock itself for the thing it's doing while continuing to do it without addressing it or discussing it or doing anything with it.
This is a pattern.
There's a specific part of "YIIK", at this early point in the game (we're only around the start[?] of chapter 2), that feels emblematic of the thing as a whole up to this point. Alex is getting phone calls from a stranger. They're confusing and weird and sound a little like something you might hear in a dream. They make references to some shared past, some childhood, some understanding of Alex, or maybe of you, the player. They've come up a few times. Every single time, I'm left thinking about what it could mean, how it fits in with everything we've seen so far & what the game seems to be talking about, with regards to connecting to other people and to yourself. It's a neat little thing. It's a neat idea. I'm charmed by it. As much as my thoughts on this game are largely negative, I still try to look at it fairly, to understand it, to talk about it, to let myself be surprised by it. As soon as I find myself thinking about this, my thoughts are immediately drowned out by Alex telling me how weird the phone call is, how random and uncanny and dumb this is, and how he's rolling his proverbial eyes about it, in spite of all the other paranormal happenings around him, for another period of Just Too Long. And I am sapped of all strength and I crumble to dust.
I'm genuinely transfixed. I'm transfixed! Maybe the fact that I wrote Paragraphs about the 4-or-5 hours I've seen of the game can tell you as much, even if you skip everything I wrote in them.
I can't wait to see more.
This, too, is a pattern.
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SENTENCE MEME
BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART ONE
i think you're past the point of saving.
together we might survive.
get me out of this damn thing.
we have no time for stragglers.
do you intend to die for a stranger?
i thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.
you keep dangerous company.
we can watch each other's backs along the way.
enough of this chatter.
who put you in charge?
i'll trust my own judgement.
a miracle, given everything you've been through.
it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.
you're alive. i'm alive. how is this possible?
seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.
anything's an improvement on where we just came from.
'we'? you want to stay together?
we need each other.
i can't think of better company.
i wanted to thank you again.
you should be furious, shouldn't you?
kill it yourself — you look capable enough.
i was hoping for a kind soul.
let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece.
no need for this to get messy.
i need her alive.
and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.
please, allow me to introduce myself.
of course it'll turn me into a monster.
you should travel with me.
our odds are better together.
i was ready to go this alone.
maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.
you seem like a useful person to know.
let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.
no harm in a little mystery.
conversation shouldn't be made, it should be grown.
maybe i'd like to get to know you better.
i'm usually better at this.
couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself.
you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance? a doctor, surgeon? uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?
it's not exactly a common affliction.
a parasite shared is a parasite halved.
you're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone.
no point getting killed.
second worm gets the cheese and all.
nobody's getting any damn cheese.
she obviously sees your kindness as weakness.
don't let her take advantage.
a simply 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss.
your friends abandoned you.
i've got plenty of friends who aren't soft.
let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.
what a curious way to awaken.
what is the worth of a single mortal's life?
something the matter?
you must have thoughts about our little stowaways.
thinking about it won't help.
i suppose we'd go our separate ways — not a slight on your company, of course.
no reason for us to not stay together if we get on well.
if we do survive, we'll have separate lives to return to.
let's just say it's a very person, very private acquaintance.
you're not the kind of company i'd keep willingly.
perhaps i'll return the favor at some point.
she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way.
i understand much beyond your comprehension.
you'd do well to observe more and question less.
and they didn't cut you from navel to neck?
i am still getting used to people like you.
that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake.
best to keep quiet, lest any drivel leak from your lips.
i do not intend to stay long in this place.
may your actions express the same mettle.
anomalies lead to surprises.
what hasn't happened may yet come to pass.
not a collaboration i'd have anticipated.
can't you tell me something real about you?
i have a great respect for privacy, especially my own.
i have a very disciplined mind.
those tricks won't work on me.
please don't try that again unless i invite you to.
we meet again, as predicted.
care to explain why you're helping me?
what kind of services can a skeleton offer?
a monster forms inside us, and you care to be idle?
i knew your kind to be fragile.
don't you know an exhausted warrior is an ineffective one?
it's a thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.
what were you two talking about?
if that was any of your business, we'd have called you over.
your business is mine.
we're entwined.
if we're to survive, we need to trust each other.
you seem reliable.
we're overdue some good fortune.
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i got a much bigger response to my Harrington Charms Hellfire post than i expected so i wrote a little something that was along the lines of what i was thinking!
Part 1 ✧ Part 2 ✧ Part 3 ✧ Part 4 ✧ AO3
Sometimes Eddie thinks the real Upside-Down is his life after they close up the gates and pulverize Vecna ("they" in this situation being superhero Jane Hopper and the rest of her merry band of warriors), because past-Eddie would probably have a breakdown over...well, everything.
For one thing, Eddie is currently in the passenger seat of none other than Steve Harrington's Beemer, at the man's very request himself.
"Wait, I'll drop you off."
"'Preciate the thought, Steve but -"
"Munson. It's been like two weeks since you even started walking by yourself, sorry if I'm kinda worried about letting you go across town without me."
"Uh...just you?"
"Any of us, but me specifically since I'm clearly everyone's chauffeur. Might as well play the role, right?"
It's been like a month and every time Eddie wants to go anywhere in the slowly rebuilding town, Steve's right there with him. It'd be infuriating if it wasn't so obvious he liked doing it. If Steve wasn't so intent on just making sure Eddie's alright and yeah the mother-henning should have gotten old by now but if Eddie even thinks about telling him to stop, all he sees is sad eyes and hunched shoulders hiding under a complacent smile and wave bye-bye. God those eyes are fucking weapons.
They're heading over to Gareth's garage for a light-hearted band session. It's funny because Dustin was the one who convinced Eddie to "get your head out of your ass and talk to your friends, dick" and actually reach out to the rest of Hellfire about the whole 'not a murderer OR dead' thing. After some apologizing (ugh) and grovelling (double ugh), the rest of his sheep were willing to forgive him for ignoring their calls and visits while he was in recovery. Provided, of course, that he continue to check in with them on a bi-weekly basis at minimum. It's unfortunate that Steve, for all his head trauma, makes sure that Eddie actually sticks to that basis.
The things he does for love.
Or no, not love, definitely not love, it is way too fucking soon to call this teensy little infatuation anything as huge as love. No. Not love at all.
They're about to reach Gareth's place, that's important. By the time Steve rolls to a stop outside the garage, Eddie's panic (not panic, just a strong argument, this is not love) has simmered down. He has to take his time getting out of the car today, thank whatever deity is out there for quick-feet Steve, who runs around the front to help Eddie out onto his two feet. It's been a rough week but he had way worse back in that first month at the hospital, not to mention needing a little Steve-assistance isn't the worst thing in the world.
"Hey!"
Eddie blinks as Steve helps him lean against the car, the spots in his vision fading away to reveal Gareth right up in his space with a murderous gaze directed right at Steve.
Eddie worries that he's gonna start a fight even though it's been months since he's introduced Steve as his live-in-nurse (nobody takes Eddie's hints at a sexy nurse uniform to heart thankfully, he doesn't know what he'd do if Steve caught on that he's only half-joking) and Steve's been doing the best he can to make amends with Hellfire.
At least the guys aren't walking on eggshells around him anymore, judging by how Gareth barely took a glance to assess Eddie's wellbeing before going back to glaring at Steve with eyes ready to kill. Well fuck you too Gareth.
He crosses his arms, eyes burning with resentment as he continues go stare down a pretty nonchalant Steve who is very much in Eddie's space as he also leans against the car, fuck he's so close. When Eddie glances at him to scope out what the fuck is happening, he sees that gaze again. The gaze that reminds Eddie of Steve's days as King, looking over his reigning population with a boredom teetering on malicious negligence. That gaze used to send Eddie's mind into hysterics, painting images of crowding into the King's space just to see those big brown eyes waver. But that's not how it is anymore, Steve's eyes are usually brimming with concern, irritation or a spark of contentment as he watches his little nuggets run around screaming about Eddie's latest one-shot campaign.
Right now, there's no screaming teenagers. It's just silence for a few moments, a tension building in Eddie's bones until he thinks this must be what it's like to watch a sports match, head running back-and-forth between the two teams and waiting with baited breath.
"So?" Gareth spits out, squinting at Steve, just tilts his head in response and lets a few strands of perfect fall into his eyes, damn that bastard. Gareth grits his teeth and takes a breath, "What did you think?"
Steve watches Gareth, as if assessing his line delivery, shifting so he fully faces him but is still totally in Eddie's space with a hand on the car roof behind Eddie and the other crooked up on Steve's hip. The motion lets Eddie smell his aftershave and fuck, Steve still runs so warm. Whatever he finds in Gareth has to be what he wants because he gives them both a half-lidded smirk and shrugs his shoulders. "Eh, wasn't that into it."
Gareth sputters, face turning crimson and Eddie is like super confused because what the fuck is going on right now?
Steve is the one to fully break his brain with a laugh that throws his head back, his neck stretching out so the light hits his jawline perfectly, that bastard. He looks back at Gareth's flushed face with a sunny grin that sets fire to Eddie's veins. "You totally liked it, didn't you?"
Eddie snaps his head to Gareth, who squirms before dropping his shoulders. His little mutter of, "Yeah, I did," sounds so defeated that Eddie feels a second-hand guilt, but over what? He has no fucking clue.
That small pit of guilt quickly dissolves into even more confusion when Steve laughs again, kicking himself off his car to land a hand on Gareth's shoulder and fucking wink at Eddie. "The miracle of Grease, huh Munson?"
Record-scratch. Sorry, what?
"Sorry, what?" Eddie snaps his eyes from the grinning god that is Steve and the sulking fluster that is a member of his club, one of his friends, one of his very overprotective sheep who has hated Steve's guts for a long time and is now letting the guy give him a fucking noogie in broad daylight with empty complaints.
"Looks like I've been corrupting your crew, Eds, if Gary being a Greaser -"
"I am NOT a Greaser, I just -"
Gary? Steve calls Gareth the Great...Gary? And he doesn't even comment on it? Last time Jeff tried that, Gareth threatened to hide a spider in his guitar case. But Steve Harrington, someone Gareth has had no qualms about verbally tearing apart, does it and it's fine?
"Eds? Hey, Eddie." And now Steve's looking at him with that concern-rotten gaze, eyes flitting over every inch of Eddie's face as if to pinpoint what's wrong and fix it with a smile and a soft you're okay now, I've got you. "Back with me?"
Swallowing down an incessant I'm always with you, sweetheart, Eddie nods. In his peripheral, Gareth is watching him with his hands out as if to catch Eddie from falling. Which is stupid because Eddie hasn't fallen from light-headedness in like two days (Eddie shuts up the part of his brain that reminds him Gareth wouldn't know that with a part that says Dustin probably gives the whole club daily medical chart updates) and wait fuck is that Steve's hand on his neck right now?
"So!" Eddie claps his hands, eye twitching as Steve's hand slowly trails to his shoulder, lingering for a moment before he takes it off entirely. Stupid jock bastard with his touchy-ness and his smile and - "What's this I hear about Grease, Gary?"
Oh yeah, there's that livid face of watch out for the tarantula bitch, Eddie's missed that. Well, Gareth still does it everyday but not at Eddie for a while there, probably because of the whole intensive injury recovery shit. Oh well. "None of your -"
"Gareth and I made a bet," Steve clamps his hand back onto Gareth to shove them closer together, pointedly ignoring Gareth glare of betrayal. The space on the back of Eddie's neck still burns with the ghost of Steve's touch, something ugly in his chest snarling at how that touch is now on Gareth's arm. He wonders if the bats left him with more than bites sometimes. "About some movies we recommended each other. And since I won, that means -"
"No way, I'm not -"
"Uh yeah you are, I won so -"
"Fuck you, Harrington -"
"Not on the first date, hotshot," Steve laughs as Gareth tries wrangling out of his hold, holding onto him by his shoulders with one gloriously bulging forearm. Eddie's starting to think the light-headedness might be a symptom of something other than his brush with the bats. Oh don't think about the bats, bad move, bad move. "Didn't know you raised a cheater, Eddie."
Steve's eyes are glowing with mirth, his grin wide as Gareth threatens to bite him with a smile of his own. And that's. Huh?
"And I didn't know you two were so close," Eddie manages to cough out, snapping his gaze to Gareth with a raised eyebrow. He squirms again, ducking out of Steve's grasp (Eddie can't imagine why anyone would want to) and dusting off his shirt. "Holding out on me, Harrington?"
Steve shrugs, his eyes fixating right next to Eddie's eyes. He steps closer, a firm and warm presence right in Eddie's space, right in front of him, and raises a hand to caress Eddie's hair, that fucker. Eddie stifles his gasp because he knows Steve's just getting something out of his hair, like he does every goddamn time he sees a leaf or dust or fucking anything in Eddie's mass of curls. "Just being friendly. Now giddy up, you two've got a session to do."
"Not sticking around?" Gareth looks back at the garage, the forced nonchalance in his tone nothing compared to the shadow of King Steve's gaze. "Frank wanted to ask you about those threads from last week."
"Shit," Steve slapped his forehead, looking into the garage at Frankie who - fucking waves at them?! Mr. "Do what you want but I'm never falling for that Harrington charm bullshit" is waving at Steve. Who, incidentally, waves back with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Frankie, I can't make it today, got a shift with the supply run! Rain check on the wardrobe?"
And Frank the Unwavering, notorious for sticking to his guns with a grip tight enough to choke a man, gives Steve a thumbs up before going back to strumming with Jeff. What the fuck.
"Wardrobe?" Eddie chokes.
"Don't worry about it," Steve waves a hand in the air and gently pulls Eddie off the car, settling his arm around Gareth, who takes Eddie's weight with ease. "I'll tell you later. You'll be good to take him, or should I?"
Gareth scoffs but his eyebrows aren't scrunched with any irritation or anger. "I think I can handle it, Harrington. Go handle your hero shit."
And here's the thing. Steve has a thing about that word. Eddie's noticed because, well, he's always watching Steve and he has a rocky relationship with the word "hero." Sometimes his whole body glows with the praise, smile so wide and eyes so sparkly it makes Eddie want to scream. Other times, Steve shrinks just a little, barely noticeable, and his smile dims and his eyes are shadowed with something Eddie doesn't understand. Or can't understand. He's not sure.
This time, Steve seems to be on the glowing side of things but it's so subtle compared to usual that Eddie just has to blink and all that golden haze is gone already. He blinks again and Steve's waving bye to him, blinks and Steve's in his car, blinks and he's driving back on the road to wherever people need him to be.
Gareth snorts, tugging Eddie out of his daze and shuffling them both toward the sofa at the back of the garage, the brown beauty it is. "Wipe the drool, man, you're getting it all over my hair."
"Oh like you're one to talk," Eddie waits until Gareth settles him on the sofa and fully stands up before fluttering his eyelashes up at him. "Gary."
"Shut up!" Gareth flushes, stomping over to his (barely holding together, but Eddie likes to think they're made of the same stuff Steve is, to keep going after a fucking averted apocalypse) drums. Jeff laughs when he fumbles with his sticks and Eddie grins when Gareth's attempt at throwing them lands the fuckers right at Frank and that sets them all off.
Yeah, maybe some stuff has turned on its head, Steve and the town and Eddie's general worldview, but he's still got his inner circle and that's good enough for him.
#i may write more if people are interested? depends on this one's reception#sailor✧writes#steddie#eddie munson#writing#ficlet#corroded coffin#i don't wanna tag hellfire because the focus in this is the band but idk if it matters much for people#also AHA unnamed freak now has a name and i say he's into fashion because fuck yeah giving the band hobbies outside music and dnd#au content#sailing✧harrington charms hellfire#if this is all over the place with the whole town rebuilding process and timeline then whoopsie#but again it's in that nebulous au so i wanted some details vague for folks to assume their own ideas while still maintaining my own#idk if it worked but i tried so yay
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[ the library's intent : kim seungmin ]
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synopsis: a highly unexpected meeting turned into a heated rendezvous situation
genre: suggestive, implied smut
includes: established academic rivalry betweem the two, huge signs of slight degradation & teasing, brat tamer!seungmin x brat!reader (trying to use her student council privilege to get out of the way. spoiler alert: no that won't happen )
(wc: 400+) author's note: this is my first written work in this acc, still trying to write more as time comes hehe!
warning: this is just a taste of fiction writing so be careful of the posts you are eagerly digesting in front of your screen as i don't portray these celebrities/idols to act like this in real life events. thank you very much.
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"y/n, do you think you're in a position to give orders to me?"
another day in the library, getting annoyed by the part-time student library assistant, sitting on the counteracting so selfish over his duties to the books that you wanted to take out the shelves. "your position in this peaceful environment isn't equivalent to your superiority in the classroom banter"
you rolled your eyes and thumped the pile of pre-biology and calculus books in front of his desktop. "I obviously can, dumbass. I'm a student council member as their leading secretary, you aren't. that's the difference"
You entered his space area, stomping towards him, intimidated by it. his sharp eye noticed your turn of action, with the proximity; it wasn't enough.
"Not only this silly naive act is enough coming from you, but you also want to break the school library's respected rules and regulations" he was amused, raising an eyebrow
"Miss know-it-all, isn't this too much for me to handle? Too much stress coming from you would most likely to let me fail exams"
"With all due respect, it's a simple request, seungmin. let me take those books out to study, the easy way, or-" Your right hand grabbed his tie whilst your left, slightly raised with the library card on hold. you were ready to confront the problem.
"or you would want it... the hard way?"
a sly smirk came out of seungmin's mean demeanor, a sparkle in his eyes. "dear y/n, i'm surprised. you're acting this bold at me? is it finally that time?" he strictly stood up, causing him to belittle you further. you didn't know how there was this pent-up tension in the air, it made you nervous and alarmed by his actions.
as he started to walk at you out of the shell to a clear area, he wanted to make it hard for you. "aww? what's wrong y/n? what happened to the student council secretary who'd have no shame in front of me?"
those filthy ass questions, said through a raspy deep whisper, one by one with a long pause, startled you; until that last phrase led you to get stuck. trapped and pinned down to the shelves in the unnoticed erotica area.
"i.. i- i won't hold back-"
"you better not- don't hold back hm?" twirling your skimpy short skirt, his veiny hands lay down your thighs. goosebumps felt all over, moving up and higher to the spot until he stopped- to take a glance at your famished expression.
"so, who's in order now?"
fin. ᕱᕱ ( likes and reposts will be highly appreciated. ) — cqtknow est. 2023
#kim seungmin#seungmin#seungmin x reader#seungmin stray kids#seungmin smut#seungmin skz#seungmin imagines#skz#stray kids#stray kids x reader#stray kids smut#stray kids imagines#stray kids scenarios#skz x reader#skz imagines#skz smau#stray kids fic#stray kids fanfic#skz fanfic
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In The Name of Love | Chapter 6
Author's note: Since next Monday is Christmas day, I will be posting the chapter that should be up that day on Wednesday, which means that next week you will have new chapters on Wednesday and Thursday 😊 Also sorry about this chapter being a bit meh and on the short side, but I think I am making up for it on the next one 😁
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Good luck tonight! Hopefully it won't rain, because those clouds look so bad…
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Also look at the sea. Back home it doesn't get like this
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The food here is just 🤤
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You have fans who aren't teenagers 😱
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I wonder if they'll think I'm one too
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"And?"
"Nothing yet" I sigh. "This was a good idea, right?"
"It was" Emma says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze. "Traveling to the other side of the country to watch him play is so romantic!"
"I don't care if it is romantic or not. I just want to explain everything to him and for things to go back to the way they were."
"Who would have thought you would end up missing a teenager's dick, uh?" she laughs.
"I should have brought Silvia with me" I reply, rolling my eyes.
"But sadly, she's too busy with Pau finally being back, so you'll have to deal with me" she smiles.
It's been a month since that stupid engagement party, since Pedri and I had that argument, since I last saw him in person. And I've felt like shit every single day.
I should have been honest with him. I should have opened myself to him, share all my fears. But I couldn't. I was too much of a coward, and because of it, I may have lost the person who managed to finally make me close a chapter of my life. The person that gave me what I needed to finally let go.
But I'm ready now. I'm ready to tell him everything. And that's why Emma and I are here, though her first plan was a bit stalkery.
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"I just sent him a good luck message before the game and he has left me as read. Again" I sigh.
"At least you know he hasn't blocked you."
"Yeah, I guess. But I can't keep living this, I have to do something."
"Why don't you just show up at his house and don't leave until he listens to you?"
"I can't do that, Emma. He'll end up calling the police."
"Then why don't you go watch him play at the Camp Nou? Maybe his friends can help you corner him somewhere so you can talk."
"That isn't such a bad idea, you know… Though they are going on international break after tonight's game."
"Then let's go watch him play with Spain! You could even wear his shirt, I'm sure he would like that. You aren't allergic to that one, are you?"
"I'm not, no" I laugh. "But I don't know where they are playing and when. And there may not be tickets left."
"Then let's find out" she says, taking out her phone and starting to type.
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A couple of hours after that conversation, and mostly thanks to Ferran, we had it all ready. We would be spending the weekend in La Coruña, a city in the West of Spain where the national team is playing, and where, hopefully, I will find a way to convince Pedri to let me explain myself.
"Is it him?" Emma asks when my phone buzzes.
"Oh my God" I gasp. "It's him, he has replied!" I say, my hand shaking.
"What does he say?"
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Val, what is all that?
Are those photos real?
Yep
Are you here?
In La Coruña?
And wearing my shirt? 😳
I am
Wait a second
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"Emma, he's facetiming me."
"Then pick up!"
"How do I look?"
"For the love of God, Valeria. Who cares? Pick up!"
"Ok" I say, taking a deep breath. "Hello" I smile.
"Show me around."
"What?"
"Show me around, Valeria."
"Don't need to be so rude, Pedro" I say, moving so he can see where I am. Emma and I had sat down on a bench not too far away from the stadium to kill time until we can go inside.
"You are here. You… Why?"
"Well, Emma and I had a free weekend and wanted to disconnect from the kids, we saw an ad about the game, we had never been to La Coruña, and we said, why not?" I shrug.
"Let's go disconnect from the kids by watching other kids play" Pedri chuckles.
"Asensio isn't a kid."
"Then why are you wearing my shirt?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.
"It was the only one left in the shop" I shrug again.
"Sure" he laughs.
"It was yours or Morata's, and you know how I feel about him."
"I do, yes" he laughs again. God, I had missed hearing him laugh. "Anyway, I gotta go, we are leaving the hotel now."
"Ok."
"Thank you for coming to the game."
"Of course" I smile. But he doesn't. He's gone serious again.
"Bye, Valeria."
"Bye" I say before he hangs up.
"That went well, didn't it?" Emma says.
"Did it?" I sigh.
"It did! You had a little moment there, so there still is hope."
"I guess, but he kept calling me Valeria and… Wait" I say when my phone buzzes again.
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Don't forget to send me your good luck text.
It is the last thing I always read before warm up
I won't. I promise 😊
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"See? There still is hope!" Emma says, grabbing my arm and squeezing it. She's actually hurting me, but I don't care.
Because there still is hope.
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Why Jungkook made an explicit version of SEVEN, and why we should be thanking him for it.
The answer to the first question is short:
Because he wanted to.
THAT'S IT, AND IT'S ENOUGH.
It's his song, his career, his voice, his time. It's his choice. He doesn't need OUR approval and he certainly doesn't need our permission.
I think we should be thanking him frankly.
Not just because he made a sexy song although I think it's more sweet than sexy personally but also because it's started so many conversations that I think we need to have.
And that's what is really on my mind, The conversations we need to have, not just about JK and his artistry and his choices, but also about ARMY. About us as human beings.
Let's start with him...
JK's Adult Life:
First thing for me is that JK is UNQUESTIONALBLY an adult. But he's a (relatively) young adult in an industry that's very judgemental, controlled, and tightly scheduled.
He may have money coming out of his wazzoo and millions of adoring fans, but he has limited personal freedom. It's sure as hell not an exchange I would make. I'd choose an average income and the freedom to walk down the street hand in hand with my guy without making headlines - every day of the week.
The fact that he has any kind of personal life is cause for celebration in my eyes. And like the 19+ version of the song, it should be his choice.
I hope it is what he wants it to be. I hope he does have s3x every day of the week if he wants it (and I'm quietly cheering him on) but I don't need to know. I'm not going looking for any information (gossip, let's be real) about that aspect of his life because it's none of my business.
JK's Artistic and Creative Choices:
The songs he sings, the photos he poses for, the choreo for his dances, the words he speaks... these are his creative expression. To an extent they reflect who he is as a person, but largely they reflect a concept or story he wants to tell with his music. I would really hate it if he started creating work with the aim of pleasing someone else (ARMY, or the media, or any other entity). To me that would mean he had lost his self-belief, and that his spirit was broken. It would be a sign that he was more motivated by fear of rejection than by his own desires and creativity.
Personally I love that he trusts us and shows us so much of himself through his art. If that ever changed, it would be a sad, sad day indeed.
Cool, that was easy
Now let's talk about ARMY - and for the purposes of this discussion, I'm talking about ALL OF ARMY but mostly in relation to JK.
ARMY - Our Diverse Fandom:
The fandom has a beautifully broad demographic. I love that about us. Of course it means we have differences, but if we acknowledge that and we respect each other's right to those differences, we are all good.
And because we are all fabulously unique individuals, it's a given that not everything JK (or BTS) creates will appeal to every one of us.
BUT...
We can support their right to make creative choices without engaging with the things that don't work for us.
If some ARMYs are uncomfortable with explicit lyrics, they can scroll past/skip/block songs that are outside their comfort zone.
If some of ARMYs are minors, their parents can supervise their media consumption (because that's their job as parents).
If some ARMYs feel that songs about making woopie aren't their jam, they can instead listen to other songs that are more to their taste.
Magic! Problem solved!
Not really...
We really do need to talk about S3X
ARMY, we are humans:
Most humans have s3x. As adults (hopefully), when we are ready (hopefully), and if we want to (hopefully).
So what's the big deal about an adult making a choice to sing about that? We were all fine with him singing about 'loving you seven day a week' but when he clarified what that meant, suddenly there was a crisis.
Is it the word F**K? Because if it is, that word is everywhere and it's honestly just a word. He's sung it before. RM sang it, YG sang it, JM sang it. And let's be real, Letto's lyrics were far more explicit and she didn't say that word once.
WARNING: REAL S3X TALK COMING UP.
Is it because he's explicitly telling us that he's sexually active? Did we forget he's an adult? Where do we think he learned to move his hips like that... yoga?
For the ARMYs who are shocked that JK is sexually active, where do you think you came from? We humans don't reproduce like flowers. You were also concieved. Your parents, your grandparents, your great grandparents, have all had s3x... probably many, many times because s3x isn't only about reproduction. It's also about human connection, pleasure, stress relief, and being an adult.
In his live, JK told us that he doesn't consider the explicit lyrics to be 'dirty' and that's awesome.
S3x positivity is healthy both physically and emotionally. Seiously, considering how much of our humanity is linked to this instinctive need, it would be so much better if we weren't conditioned to feel shame about it. If we were instead taught to talk about it comfortably, to express our desires, to understand our bodies, and to protect our rights.
I could go on and on about this (and about control, the patricarchy, and body autonomy) but let's just say that JK is right. It's not dirty, its not immoral. When consenting adults choose to do it with someone they trust it's f**king awesome.
If the term sex positive is new to you and you want to find out more, please do. It could make all the difference in the world to your happiness as an adult. There are many websites you can look at to get more information. This is just one.
Even if nobody else is going to, I am going to say THANK YOU JK for this opportunity to talk about s3x. It's an important part of being human!
*I'm censoring my language so the ratings police don't block this post.
*as always, opinions expressed here are my own.
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I'm obsessed with this series. I'm such a sucker for love that's given often and shown so freely. Andy and Reader are each other's world. I feel like they're the type of (one day) elderly couple who if one passes, the other is following right behind in a few days to months.
I can't wait to one day read a little drabble about them when they're old and retired, maybe having their kids and grandkids over for christmas and their kids' POV watching Andy and Reader sway and canoodle under a mistletoe.
At Last...
Summary: True love stories never end...
Warning: the following answer contains talk of death as well as celebrations of love and life. Read at your own risk. Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series.
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Thank you. It makes me so happy that you've fallen in love with Growing Pains as well as Andy and Reader's love story. Those two are so incredibly and irrevocably devoted to one another - they really are each other's entire world.
If I'm being honest, I have thought about what the end of their time on this planet would look like. And Baby Girl always outlives Andy. Not just because she's a few years younger than him, but because there is just no other way.
He could never live without her. Not even for a month, or a couple of days. So, when the time comes and life finds him on his deathbed, they make a plan.
They're both such stubborn people, you know? So damned headstrong even up until the very end. Andrew Barber doesn't want to go.
Not yet.
But while his spirit remains young, his body is old. After all, fighting your way into your nineties is no easy feat. But he's also got four children right here in this realm to take care of, and an errant wife to look after who is just as much of a brat as she's always been.
And the doctors, well, they don't understand how he's made it so long. From everything indicated on his chart, he should've left this world days ago. But somehow Andrew Barber continues to defy the odds.
That stubborn ass ogre.
But he's also in pain. Even as he's fighting, refusing to give in. However, it's not sustainable. And Reader knows that her Big Man needs to rest. She spends every day by his bedside, rarely leaving for more than a few minutes at a time. It's been a few days since she's been able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful blue eyes, every once in a while, she's treated to a gentle squeeze of her hand.
Baby Girl knows her husband better than any other person on the planet. She knows that in order to leave her behind, even for just a little bit, she has to give him a purpose. So she crawls into bed with him, bad hip and all, and tells him her plan.
It's just between them - this task that she gives him.
She tells him to go on ahead and get their home ready - their dream home. And start decorating it the way he knows she'll like. She even promises not to get mad if the color schemes aren't quite right, because she'll just fix it all when she gets there.
Simple as that.
And while he's taking care of the house, the next thing she wants him to do is find Jacob. Wherever he is. Because she expects him to be at the dinner table sharing a meal with them for her first night in their new home.
And in return for doing all of that, she'll handle everything else with BiBi, KitCat, RoRo, and A.J. and all of their precious grandbabies. She swears that she will make sure that every single little detail is taken care of, and when it's all done...
She'll come find him. And when she does, they'll share a dance in their kitchen to the tune of their favorite song - At Last by Etta James. Baby Girl goes on to assure him that it will be the first of many.
Some time later that night, her sweet Andy Bear takes her up on her offer. But not before opening his eyes one last time to see her sleeping in the chair at his bedside. Now that makes him crack a smile.
Because in the last dream he had he could've sworn he told her fine ass to get to bed. A real bed. Not a chair.
His sweet, beautiful girl never fucking listens.
Reader knows when he leaves. She later describes it to their children as feeling his lips brush her skin, right behind her ear. His favorite place to kiss her.
She and the kids keep the actual ceremony small, but then they throw a party - a celebration of Andy's life. And after that, Reader spends the next two years making sure everything is in order.
Just like she promised.
Andy comes to her in her dreams every now and again. And in those dreams he always looks like he did when they first met - her handsome man.
And when it's finally her time, Reader passes on surrounded by their babies. But she tells them not to worry, because their father has been sitting by her bedside for the last few days. She knows they can't see him...
But she swears he's right there. And he's brought along Jacob. She tells her sweet babies that she's finally ready to join the love of her life. They even share a little laugh when she tells them how their father keeps pestering her all because she owes him a dance.
And when she takes her last breath, the sweet sound of Etta James is playing softly in the background. Bianca and her siblings sit there quietly for a few minutes after her passing holding hands and reveling in the fact that they know their Mama went home.
She's finally back in the arms of the man that she loves. They have no doubt that their Mama and Daddy are finally sharing that dance. And wouldn't you know it...
Somewhere in the great beyond, they were right. Their Mama made it home at last. And she left the light on for them too. Just like she told them she would.
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Usopp accepted his mother's death 12 years ago going to the proper grieving process and moving on with his life like she would have wanted. (The word is healed but it's still a wound)
While yasopp who found out only 2 year ago is racked with guilt and shame. Not ready to move on may never move on in the midst of prolonged grief
They reunite whatever, whatever..... you heard it before
Yasopp and Usopp have a fight about.......whatever they probably have a lot to fight about anyway. The argument gets really intense usopp said something along the lines.
'If you really cared about me you would have stayed and mom wouldn't have died!!!'
the minute that left his mouth he regretted it. He didn't mean any of it he was angry and frustrated that he wasn't listening to him so he just said anything to hurt him.
It worked, his dad was quiet, losing all eye contact from him. 'i know. That's why I'm trying so hard. To prevent something like that from happening again'
Before usopp could reach out and apologize yasopp is out the door not wanting his son to see him. Usopp is alone in his work shop feeling shitty, sanji comes in after the ordeal.
Sanji: 'sooooo how did it go? You set those boundaries like I told you to?
Usopp: 'i think I made my dad cry'
Sanji: 'that's great!'
Usopp: 'no sanji that's bad. That's really, really bad'
Sanji: oh
HELP I KNOW THIS IS SAD BUT THE LAST CONVERSATION AWJDBAKSBDJKBEKWBKJWBEE
No, but seriously, I think it would go kind of like this:
Sanji: Oh, yeah. Real bad. Why- Why is it bad again?
Usopp: Some people don't hate their dads, maybe?
Sanji: Of course. Yes. True. But your father's kind of a dick, right? Like- He left you and all. Wouldn't do him wrong to cry a little bit over his mistakes. He should regret leaving you.
Usopp: Ugh, I- I know, okay? I know. And he regrets it. It's just- It's not what I meant to say. This is not how I wanted things to go. It sucks and I don't know how to fix it.
Sanji: Maybe you don't have to fix it.
Usopp: Sanji, we've talked about this. My father isn't your-
Sanji: No. No. I know. I know, mon trésor. I know. I'm just saying that... You've done so much already. You've been on your own. Grieved on your own. Grew up on your own. Lived on your own. You've forgiven him on your own. And you are his son. You shouldn't be the one dealing with this. Maybe, for once, you could let him carry the burden for a while?
Usopp: ... I don't know. I think it's a two-way thing. And what I said wasn't nice, either.
Sanji: What he did wasn't nice. Even if it was a mistake. And I'm sure he loves you. Who wouldn't? But I'm just saying that you don't have the responsibility to fix anything or to reach out to him. I know you aren't truly angry at him, but maybe you need to be angry for a while and let your father, well, be a father and come to you now instead of you fixing everything all the time.
Usopp: Maybe. I- I'm not sure. I think I just need a moment to think about it. But thank you, Sanji, that was- That was really nice to hear.
Sanji: Of course. Anytime. I've also told my dad things I didn't mean. Not like, in the usual way when we just tried to yell louder than the other. I mean when we fought about things that mattered. I always wanted to apologize first but he would never let me. Said it was a father thing to do, or whatever, to eat his pride. He never actively said sorry but he brought food to my room when I didn't want to eat and it was just his way to do it. It's a dad thing.
Usopp: I guess it is a dad thing. I'm glad Zeff found you.
Sanji: And I'm glad your dad isn't the deadbeat jerk I thought he'd be. Sorry about that, too. I'm sure everything will be fine.
And then they stay there together for a while, cuddling and talking about everything and nothing. Until Yasopp knocks on the door to talk to Usopp. Usopp wants to apologize first. Tries to. But Yasopp doesn't let him. He tells him that he's sorry he left. That even if Usopp understands why he did it, he should've been a better father. Stayed more in contact. But he's proud of the man Usopp has become without him and he wants to start acting more like his dad from now on, even if it's a bit too late. Usopp just says that it's never too late. And they hug. And I am finally happy. Because I need them to be happy and hug or I'll riot.
#why do i turn everything into sanuso#look i am sorry at least i did the daddy issues talk#i am very sad usopp deserves to be happy#i am sobbing crying shaking#one piece#usopp#yasopp#black leg sanji#sanuso
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hello hello! i saw your post and need your thoughts and verdict (hypothetically) for yhk in the last chapter. what would yjh and hsy do once kdj woke up, what if he never woke up and remains unreachable to them after all the effort?
thoughts on doksoo/ joongdok centric and which (poignant) scene makes a neuron lit up and go ah, them. and makes you go crazy, like, every single scene might as well an orpheus and eurydice-d, such as that "cancel your skill, kim dokja"
DHGFVJDFGV sorry you're just such a joy to read on the tags as you go through the story on tumblr since the yhk tags are most often then not, lifeless
Aaaaa thank you for this it's a fun ask! :D
Personally I believe Dokja woke up. Both because I want a happy ending for them and because I wouldn't put it past yoohan to track down and kill everyone who read orv and imagined a sad ending. But also I think him waking up is only the first step. There's no way things aren't complicated afterwards because Dokja will feel guilty for putting his friends through the trauma of losing him and his friends will try and convince him that he deserves love and they don't mind but at the same time the trauma is real and it's there. So it's going to be a long road to helping him forgive himself even if they all have done so already.
I feel like YJH would be pushy at first. Like this is the guy who became a terrorist rather than try therapy. He wants to find meaning through Dokja, to ask Dokja how he's supposed to live now, and that's a lot of pressure that none of the others will want to fall on Dokja's shoulders. Which I think will be good for HSY because it let's her fall into the comfortable zone of yelling at YJH for being terrible at expressing himself and ignoring her own terrible emotions as much as possible in the mean time. So I kind of see it like:
YJH & HSY: Screaming clawing kicking biting each other outside the hospital because HSY thinks YJH is being too pushy with Dokja and YJH thinks he's helping both of them by asking Dokja for guidance and HSY is getting in the way of his recovery.
Sangah, calmly pouring herself and Dokja tea inside his hospital room: So I spoke to your mother today and she'll be here soon! Oh don't worry about those two they'll probably only break a few bones.
But then if he never did wake up... I don't think either of them would be able to truly move on. I think they'd keep hoping that he would get better and the longer he doesn't the more the likelihood grows that one of them snaps and comes up with another reckless life threatening plan to increase the odds of his recovery. I'm not sure what it'd be but I like to think HSY is the one that snaps first this time. Just goes up to YJH like "hey are you ready for me to subject you to more horrendous torment for the slim tiny chance that it could make Dokja wake up" and YJH is like "naturally".
Whether they actually succeed or whether their plan is so terrible and hopeless that Sangah has to step in and force them to accept he's gone (an impossible task but she'll push them as close to the acceptance stage of grief as she possibly can.) I'm not sure. Either way it'd be fun to read about. I haven't looked into the side stories yet but I'm curious if they might make me change my mind about any of this. For now this is how I imagine it going down anyways.
Doksoo are insane and they consume my every waking thought. Reading the webtoon after the novel is so crazy because HSY really shows up as this random villain and no one including her has any idea that she's one of the three most important people in the universe. Like she's just a little fella. A prankster who's pranks sometimes involve murder. And the way she and Dokja are so unimpressed by each other and have no idea how much they'll end up loving each other... I feel like rereading any early doksoo interaction is going to come with extra loud clown music like even Dokja calling her a plagiarist and Sooyoung being like ugh you're such a cliche like oh you dumbasses. You have no idea.
I enjoyed both doksoo and joongdok's early banter a lot like it always added a ton of energy into every scene. But the moments it really clicked for me was the whole reincarnation island arc for doksoo. Like reading his narration about Sooyoung it's like ohhhh my god he's down bad. He's as in love as I am. He doesn't even realise it but he is so enamoured by her. Like that was the moment I could see the potential for them to become as important to each other as they did. The foundation and foreshadowing was done so well, not one bit of their relationship progression felt unearned.
And then for joongdok I think it was their divorce era that really got me on board. Like they were fun in the early stages but once Dokja is convinced there's no going back and is actually emotionally vulnerable and honest with YJH and YJH gets to vent his own frustrations about being nothing more than a character... It really solidified their bond for me. It brought Dokja down to YJH's level rather than the reader he was trying to be to YJH's character. Plus we get HSY dying and traumatising Dokja for once instead of the reverse. It's what they deserve.
Also punisher and transfem YJH and everything that's implied in the novel and how that would add to to her dynamics with doksoo. Haven't gotten any solid thoughts on that yet but the concept is slowly taking a grip on me.
So yeah after the reincarnation island arc I was so fully on board with this ot3 and every single Orpheus moment that followed hit right into my heart.
Sorry this is so long and barely scratches the surface alsjsjdhdh. I'm still processing everything but man. What a story. What a trio. Wretched mirror soulmates with toxic codependency my beloveds.
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Or an idea came to my mind.
Namjoon pulls a prank on the members that he's been wanting to do for a really long time. I don't have much of an idea what the joke will be, but it might scare the members. Anyway, after the joke, the members can catch him and tickle torture him as punishment.
That was really the only thing that came to my mind, I hope I explained it well, thank you :>💗💗
Thank you, Anon!!
You explained it well, and I'm glad that I'll be able to fulfil your request!
I hope you enjoy! :)))
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Namjoon's prank
Lee: Namjoon
Ler: BTS
Summary:
Namjoon felt michivious one morning and decided to pull a prank on his members. Unfortunately for him however, because his members also decided to punish him for his evil doings.
Warnings:
| swearing | tickling |
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"Namjoon, We need to talk." Yoongi said bluntly. The rest of the members were behind him with a similar annoyed and intimidating aura.
"Yeah? What's up?" Namjoon gave all of them a smirk, knowing exactly what was up.
Namjoon had decided that morning that he was going to be a little prick, and prank his beloved friends with almost every product in their bathrooms, except for a box that the rest were holding, be switched out with condiments. He thankfully didn't waste any actual product that he tediously took out of each bottle into a seperate container to hide in his closet, but his members don't know that yet.
"You know what's up Namjoon, don't play dumb." Seokjin said, pointing a finger at the leaders face to emphasize his words.
"I don't know what you guys are possibly talking abO-ow! What was that for?!" Namjoon was cut off by Taehyung throwing a small container at their leader, which hit directly at his chest.
"Check the container, Hyung. That's the only container that seems to have something even more special than all the rest that were filled with dipping sauce." Taehyung said, crossing his arms with disappointment.
Namjoon looked at everyone, and then looked down at the box that was thrown at him.
"..I don't think I want to open it.. You guys have fun with that one though." Namjoon said, getting ready to place down the box until a hand stopped him from doing so. Startled by the sudden touch, Namjoon looked to his right to see who had stopped him.
"No, Hyung. We insist." Jungkook said, using all his strength to lift the box up to Namjoon's face with the struggle of his leader trying to push the box away, but failed either way. Right as it got to Namjoon's face, Jungkook used his other hand to pry open the box, which resulted in a real life spider running out of it, and onto the leaders hand.
"AH! uh.. Haha, y-you guys got me there!" Namjoon flinched at the spider. Even though he was the one who put it in there, he was not expecting it to run out of it. With a flick of his other hand, the spider flew off and onto the ground closest to Yoongi, who then stepped on the arachnid.
"You know how much we all hate spiders, and yet you pull something this twisted, and for what? For some laughs?" Hoseok said, walking up to Namjoon.
"Okay, look.. I might've put spiders in those containers, but look at them! They aren't poisoness.. They're friendly!" Namjoon said, looking at everyone with a half apologetic look.
The members were irritated. They wanted a peaceful evening, but were startled by a prank that Namjoon can't seem to tell that it was hurtful for some who are deathly afraid of them.
"You have five seconds to run." Jimin said all of a sudden.
This put shock on Namjoon's face. Then without second thought, he darted right out of the living room, and into the hallway dorms. He wanted to get into his room so he could lock the door behind him, but he was unfortunately caught by someone from behind.
Namjoon was then tackled ground. When knowing who it was-hoseok-He tried to get the upper hand, but his hyung was quick enough to throw a leg over his waist, successfully pinning him to the ground.
"Hoseok, ow! Let me go!" Namjoon cried, struggling to get out of the olders grip.
"You want to use spiders for some laughs? I'll show you then!" Hoseok said. He then used both his hands to scribble all over his leader's ribs like he was mimicking a spider crawl.
"Ah! - ahaha, Hohohoseok! Whahahat the hehell?!" Namjoon grabbed onto Hoseok's wrists to try and pry them off of his ribs, but he was getting weak pretty fast by the tickling.
"Did you know that spiders are also afraid of humans? That's why they choose non-open areas for them to hide!" Hoseok teased, inching dangerously close to Namjoon's armpits.
"NOHOHO! DohoOHOHohon't yohohou DAHARE!" Namjoon, who knew what his Hyung was hinting with that fact, did everything he could to get away from the offending fingers: yanking Hoseok's hands off him, twisting side to side, even skidding his feet on the floor to try to slide away from Hoseok, but nothing worked.
That was when the rest of the members caught up to see the onslaught going on.
Yoongi, who saw Namjoon trying to push Hoseok's attacking fingers away, had walked up to Namjoon from behind his head, and grabbed onto his hands to pin them up above his head.
"There you go, J-Hope." Yoongi said with a blank face.
Hoseok gave Yoongi a look that said, "thank you" and went for his Armpits, digging straight into his hollows with no hesitation.
"NOHOHohoho! Hohoseok, DOHOHO-AAH! HAHAHA, GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHERE!" Namjoon yelled. He twisted his head from side to side to try and rid off the tickly feeling, but it didn't work, unfortunately.
So Namjoon just settled with his head layed back while closing his eyes shut. The sensations to one of his worst spots were agonizing. Not only that, but he felt more hands going after his sides and neck.
"I think these cridders were wanting a place to hide as well." Jimin said, who was scribbling one of his hands on namjoon's neck. This caused Namjoon to scrunch up his shoulder to try and get Jimin's hand out from his neck, but it was to no avail.
"Yeah, I think so too. They need a place to be warm!" Jungkook said, who was digging into his hyung's sides.
"GUHUUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI'M SOHOHORY! IHIHIHI WOHOHON'T DOHOHO IT AGAHAH-AHAHAHA!" Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. More hands going for his other ticklish spots were too much for him.
"Guys, I think he learned his lesson." Seokjin said, who had his arms crossed with a satisfied smile on his face.
Upon hearing their hyung's suggestion, they all ceased their hands, as well as Yoongi letting go of Namjoon's wrists. They had all gotten up, except for Namjoon, and waited for their leader to get up.
Namjoon had his hands crossed around his chest to cover his underarms while moving to lay on his side away from his members due to embarrassment.
"Ihihit wohon't happen.. Agahain, ihi swear ohon it!" Namjoon said.
"It better not, or we might put more than spiders in your bathroom, hyung!" Taehyung said, fleeing the scene.
Yeah. Namjoon was sure that he wasn't going to do that again.
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New York, New York - A Union Town
This weekend, I went on a whirlwind adventure up to New York from Virginia on Sunday and back down on Monday. Why? I went to walk the picket line with my Union.
Why go through 8 excruciating hours of driving up, one brief night of sleep, 4 hours walking 10 miles, and another 8 painful hours driving back in less than 40 hours? I'm glad you asked.
I joined SAG-AFTRA in 2001. I started acting as a kid, but it was then that I had the opportunity to join, at age 17.
It was just AFTRA back then, which is why I still have never had a SAG card. Maybe after I catch up on my dues, I can solicit one, but I'm two years behind due to Pandemic and *waves hands* all this. Those who read this blog often know life's hit us with problem after problem, but we soldier on.
So, why the hell waste money going to New York? Well, first of all, I didn't. I told my husband that I felt like I needed to be there during the first day of negotiations. See, yesterday AMPTP finally met with the NegCom to negotiate a new contract.
The old contract is antiquated, leaves us vulnerable to AI, and has made it almost impossible to make a living as an actor in the current landscape. There was a time voice-acting was a third of my income. Those days are long gone.
It's important to have as many people on the line as possible during negotiations to send a clear message—we're here, and we aren't going anywhere until you give us fair contracts.
I originally was going to bum a night in a sleeping bag on a friend's cat-filled house while freezing because they don't believe in turning on the heat at night. I'm allergic to cats. Still, the idea was the only one I had.
Then, a client of mine (I'm a Digital Marketer by trade because writing and acting don't exactly pay the bills) said she wanted to cover my room.
We should note that I know writers don't need actors to write. I meant that they needed actors for the Fall Season, and I was having trouble thinking and typing through my tears. Anyway...
That settled, a Twitter friend I've never met in real life reached out offering gas money. I was so thankful, cried again, then quickly packed on a Saturday night for a Sunday morning departure.
I drove up with one stop to relieve my bladder, grab a kids meal (keeping down costs) and gas up.
I tried to sleep Sunday night, but I'm rubbish at going to bed early. I am good at getting up, early, and was ready for the lines. I put on my WGA East hat a WGA member handed me when I walked the lines back in July. I think they thought I was going to die of heat exhaustion, I was so red.
Instead of politely explaining that I don't temperature regulate and only sweat after I'm already in danger of heat stroke, I said, "Thank you".
I brought it with me this time in case Netflix was a sunny location. Spoiler alert: It wasn't. I didn't need the hat, and I didn't mind one bit.
Also to note: It's not that I was rich in July. No, a dear friend who passed (see blog on Cheryl Anne Marek) gifted us with a little money and said she knew we'd find something good to do with it. We rented a lake house in New Jersey for a vacation with the kids (though I brought my work and worked every day) and I took the train in one day to walk the WGA line.
I lamented that a heat wave shut down the rest of the week's picketing back in July, and always wanted to get back. So, I was ready for walking yesterday!
I was nearly a half hour early, and remarked that my mother's an IATSE 798 Journeyman makeup artist and I'm very used to being there before actors. I received a polite nod and asked if I could help at all. No, they said, they had a system.
So, I took this picture which strangely got the most attention on Twitter. But, it was a call to action—"I'm here and signed in! Where are you?"
"On our way", came the response. And people came. Our initial group of 20 or so became well over a hundred in under an hour. They kept expanding our walk way, and we marched, sang, and chanted along to the beat of our five percussionists. Yes, people with drums. Actors do not hold back when we're asked to go all-out. We go all-out!
Shortly after we got started walking in our tight, little circle, a friend of mine found me. Well, Peter and I have been Zoom and Twitter friends for ages, but we finally met. And when we hugged it was like old friends who hadn't seen one another in a few years. Fairly accurate, really.
We're both Pre-WGA—an often polarizing term that simply means we'd like to be WGA someday and are puttering along with spec scripts and screenwriting competitions until our dreams turn real. Being the realist I am, I know my odds are next to null, but the optimistic corner of my brain says not to surrender hope. So, I don't.
We stepped out of line for a quick photo, then back in to dance, chant, chat, and make noise. And while Picket Lines might look like a lot of fun from the outside, I was in a mad amount of pain.
See, I have a lot going on medically. Chronic pain is an old friend. And smiling through it, second nature.
So, if you saw me singing and swinging my hips, that wasn't just the beat. That was me trying to keep everything from locking up and telling myself I could make it just a little longer without a sip of water. And, yes, they handed us waters. I never say no to a proffered (sealed) bottle of water.
Because Picket Lines aren't just about the dancing, singing, chanting, and chatting. So many people out there are exhausted. But Actors are really good at finding our way through lean times, and Writers are, too, dagnabbit. Several WGA folks were out on the line with us, and they're standing alongside us as we stood alongside them.
Solidarity matters. We stand together, and it's not just Writers and Actors. I've seen IATSE on the lines. I've seen Teamsters on the lines. I've seen vacationers who decided to skip seeing the Empire State Building and come march with us instead. I've met film students (and history students) out on the lines who said they knew this mattered and they had to be a part of it.
I drove 8 hours there. I know people who've driven far more.
We are Actors. Writers. PAs. Teamsters. Makeup Artists. Hair Artists. Grips. Electricians. Craft Services. Camera Operators. Directors of Photography. Costumers. Best Boys. Boom Mic Operators. Editors. And more.
We—not those few billionaire, decision-making CEOs—create the bounty of beautiful films and television shows that illuminate people's lives. We are the dreamers of dreams.
Throughout the walk, I was struck by the care of the Captains. They made sure we knew where to walk and not. They brought out coffee (regular or black), bagels with cream cheese, cold waters, chips (or crisps, if you're across the pond), and more. These folks are volunteers who believe. We are all out there because we know this matters. But the sacrifice they make cannot be under-represented.
I got a new Strike shirt at the line, and decided to wear it on the drive home. It was far less smelly than the one I'd worn all day, and I was going to be trapped in a small tin can with me for hours, after all.
When I stopped at a service station, a random woman pointed at the shirt and told me she liked it. I smiled and thanked her. It always warms my heart when people see our fight and stand with us.
I drove home listening to the Good Omens audiobook (have about 41 minutes left, now) I borrowed via my local library (Please support yours. Libraries are amazing!). I was so bloody tired, but the voices of the actors filled my car and the story kept my mind awake. It's bloody brilliant if you've never read/listened.
It was after 9PM when I pulled up to my house. My three children (ages 9, 9, and 6) were still awake.
6yo: Mama, what did you do?!
Me: Walked in circles for three hours.
6yo: Walked in circles?
While the twins have a fairly firm grasp on all this, she's six. I pulled her in my arms and hugged her close as I tried to explain a little better.
Because I believe in what we did. I am no influencer or celebrity. I'm simply a girl who believes in her Union. While I've been a Twitter warrior (one WGA guy I met said, "I think I've seen your tweets!"), I wanted to do more. I have been to a rally in Wilmington. I've walked the lines with WGA. But I wanted to walk the lines with my Union, too. It felt like the right thing to do.
My hips were killing me last night. And I admit I worried about my chronic pilonidal disease flaring up. But, I know what to do after a decade of living with it, and today I'm just fine.
Folks, WGA and SAG-AFTRA have been out here fighting for the rights of workers. We're all workers. That's what we are. Most actors and writers aren't famous or rich. We're simply people working our asses off doing what we love, and hoping to make enough to live. It's as simple as that.
I never wanted fame or fortune, even in my youth! I simply wanted to write and act and earn a living. Doesn't seem so strange, right?
Anyway, please do post your support for SAG-AFTRA, if you feel so inclined. If you can make it to a picket line, good on ya! If you can't, no worries. We all have different parameters to what we can and cannot do. And we're all in this together.
Here's to new contracts, a better future, and worker's rights. Onward.
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Could you do a little somewhere with Robin and the two prompts ?
"You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous."
"I might never get another chance to say this."
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thanks so much for sending in this request!! i loved this prompt and ive been wanting to write more robin so this was perfect!! this was so sweet and i hope i did your prompt justice!!
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Parties were never your thing, but of course after the coming months of you getting closer to Robin it also led you getting closer to her friends—one of her best friends, Steve, who hosted parties every other weekend at his house.
Usually you’d decline the invite but not when Robin was the one asking you to come. You’d tag along with her anywhere if it meant getting to hear her laughter, brush your hands against one another, and share smiles.
It was sorta obvious. Very obvious that you and Robin liked each other. They saw the way you two looked at each other and laughed a little too hard at one another’s corny jokes. It was cute for a while, but after months of this dragging on, they all were just waiting for you two to get together. To stop dancing around those obvious feelings and finally confess your crushes.
But of course, neither of you had the guts to admit your feelings. At least not right now, because that would possibly ruin your friendship and that was not something either of you were ready to do.
But not for long, at least not for Robin who clutched her soda can so tight that the aluminium crumpled and her glare seemed to harden as she watched you across Steve’s living room.
“So are you from Hawkins?”
The guy had approached you two minutes ago, and you were already over the conversation the minute he opened his mouth.
You nodded, tightly smiling as you looked down at your almost empty cup, “Yeah, lived here my whole life…”
Another wave of awkward silence passed while you waited for him to catch the hint and excuse himself from his place next to you on the couch. But no, of course, an obnoxious guy so full of himself couldn’t catch any fucking hint if his life depended on it.
“Why is she talking to him?” Steve nudged Robin who sighed and shrugged, not tearing her eyes off of you and the stranger.
“He came up to her…he looks like a real douche.” She grumbled sadly.
“Well, first of all, why don’t we put this down,” He reached for the smashed soda, pulling it out of her hands, “second, she obviously looks uncomfortable.”
Steve gestured to you, looking anywhere but the guy and practically burying yourself into the leather of the couch. The smile she loved to see on your face was strained and forced, even more so was the laugh you let out.
“Put your jealousy aside, Robs,” Steve patted her shoulder as she scoffed, smacking his arm lightly.
“I’m not jealous!” She argued ridiculously.
He laughed, pushing her by the shoulders, “Go, Robin!”
Stumbling a bit, she regained her path and made her way over to you. Words already flowing through her head as she rolled her shoulders back and tried to pull herself together.
As she got closer to you, your eyes drifted to the familiar presence of Robin, grateful and relieved that she was near. A genuine smile coated your face while you sat up, waving timidly, “Hey, Robs!”
“H-hey!” She stuffed her hands into her pockets, shooting you a smile that lingered on both of your faced for way too long before she began speaking again.
“Do you wanna go out back and take a breather?” She turned her head to the back sliding doors, the yard empty with everyone inside mingling in the warmth.
You nodded quickly, immediately taking her hand as she offered it to you, helping you up before you turned back to the guy who sulked, “I forgot to tell you I don’t like guys!”
Robin heard you, her cheeks reddening away from your view, where she pulled you through the sliding doors and towards the pool chairs.
“You’re a lifesaver, Robin.” You thanked her, settling into one of the seats and patting the space beside you, gesturing for her to lie next to you under the starry sky.
She took her place, trying not to think about being so close to you. Not that it was anything out of the sort. You and Robin would cuddle each other all the time during movie nights with your friends and sometimes subconsciously during sleepovers where you two with wake tangled in each other’s arms.
But something in the air just told her that tonight was going to be different. She could feel the warmth radiating off your body through the cold air while you tucked yourself into her side, slinging your arm over her stomach.
“What did he say to you?” She asked quietly, wrapping one of her arms across your shoulders while the other went behind her head.
You let out a mixture of giggles and groans, “Just the classic douchey pickup lines. I mean seriously, I feel bad for the girls who actually fall for those kind of guys.”
Her laugh whirled through her chest while she nodded her head, a gentle hand rubbing your shoulders soothingly, “No, yeah, I mean like, you would think they would actually be funny, you know to make up for all the things they lack, but they just totally suck all around.”
You snickered, stuffing your face in the crook of her neck where she could feel the warmth of your breath hitting her skin. She looked down at you, watching the way you tried to stop laughing, but couldn’t because you found her so funny.
She always thought no one would get her humor.
Until she met you.
How could anyone ever compare to you?
You were too precious for this world.
She wished she could show you how much you meant to her.
Robin pulled you in a little closer, a fire lighting inside her soul when she remembered how tense you looked back in there, “Seriously! You looked so uncomfortable, I would totally go back in there and give him a peace of my mind.”
The butterflies erupted in your stomach. She was so protective of you for someone who hated confrontation. You would totally let her go back in there and give that douchebag a piece of her mind, but that would mean missing out on the moment of you and her basking in the moonlight—and you weren’t going to let that happen.
Not tonight, because you knew it was going to be different.
You sat up slightly looking down at her where she furrowed her brows and stared at you, “Y-you ok? Did you want to go back inside?” she sat up too, pointing her thumbs back inside before you slightly shoved her back to lie down.
“Hmph! O-okaaay, what’s going on?” She swallowed, while you smirked, a sense of confidence and courage coming to you.
“You were jealous, weren’t you?” You said slowly, watching as her face dropped as quickly as she tried to put on an unconvincing look on her face that told you otherwise.
“W-what? No, I wasn’t! Why would I be jealous?! I’m not even the jealous type!” She babbled, waving her hands all of the place while she looked anywhere but your eyes, already a clear signal that she was lying.
Your fingers wrapped around her flailing wrists, gently calming her erratic movements. “Robin…” you whispered softly, “I might not get another chance to say this…but I like you. More than friends.”
Holy shit, was this happening right now?
The moment that she was finally waiting for.
Robin was more than awestruck. You could literally see the stars shining in her eyes while she open mouth stared at you, trying to form words of any kind to tell you she felt the same. Her heart was skipping and beating and her stomach was doing somersaults with the way you were staring at her with such admiration.
But at the moment, all she could do was sit up, closing the space between the both of you while she reached for your cheeks, pulling your lips to hers as you two melted into a kiss. Your lips were soft and pillowy against her slightly chapped ones. It was a gentle, sweet kiss at first, but it quickly deepened as the two of you lost yourselves in each other.
The best first kiss of your lives.
When she pulled away,
As you both pulled away to catch your breath, Robin looked at you with a smile, “I’ve been waiting to do that since forever,” she said, her voice shaky with emotion, “I—I like you too. A lot. More than friends.”
You couldn’t help yourself, capturing her lips once more where you two fell back onto the pool bed, giggling against each other’s lips basking in this moment that cemented everything.
“I guess I should go in there and thank that douchebag for making you jealous?” You joked, squishing her cheeks, while she shook her head and pulled you closer.
“Over my dead body!” She hollered out loud with no care in the world because all the weight had been lifted off her shoulders with you in her arms.
Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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˚ ｡˚ Place In Me ˚｡˚
Eddie Munson
Content Warning: fem!reader, y/n use, tons of original characters throughout the story, strangers-to-lovers with a fun twist, angst, fluff, eventual smut, nsfw MDNI +18 (I'm serious), loss, constant grief, miss communication, abandonment issues, daddy issues (f), monoparental family, violence, drug and alcohol use and abuse. If anything's missing tell me and all add it. But for now that's it. Enjoy!!
Introduction 0/?
November 19
I adjusted the edges of my black dress, my stockings and the laces of my boots. I had to look presentable. Still, I was uncomfortable, dresses aren't my thing, but mom had insisted that it would look cute. If Lucy could see me now she would surely be dying of laughter on my face. Well, it's funny that I used that verb, since she was already dead.
On the door of the church could be read:
"Mass for the life of Lucy Kell 6:00 p.m."
I walked in with my head down, I knew her picture was in front of me. That photo that her mother had chosen, where she smiled with all her teeth and her face was covered in acne. Lucy hated her smile and her acne. But apparently her mother wasn't aware, she hadn't even asked her best friend in the whole world for her opinion on the matter.
I sat in the second row behind some of her relatives. When I felt ready I was able to lift my head and look at her photo, only to realize that I would never be ready to see my best friend there, lying in that horrible place, her eyes closed, her hands relaxed on her chest.
Suddenly everything was blurry and I couldn't hear well, I know my mother was talking to me, but I couldn't focus on her or her words. I was about to have an episode. I tried the best I could to channel my emotions, The hand of my little sister, Lynn, caught me at that very moment when I closed my eyes with force. She was looking at me fearfully, but knowing it wasn't a one time thing. She knew me and she helped me, she squeezed her fingers harder until I calmed down.
Lucy's parents had given a beautiful speech about her and what she was like. Too bad I didn't hear it all, but I knew they were full of shit. They didn't know her own daughter, at least not in the way I knew her. She had always been totally transparent with me, she was real. If they had known half the things Lucy had done at 17, oh my god. This funeral would probably be nothing more than something simple. The shame would eat them alive, and it's that I knew the Kells, so conservative and hateful with her. They had never supported her in anything. But I can't claim anything anymore, Lucy wouldn't suffer anymore.
The posters for prevention against suicide and drug use were not lacking to decorate the neighborhood, and I say decorate because nobody sincerely cares.
"… and receive y/n Robbins, who will offer a few words for my Lucy" Mr. Kell's voice was clearer now. When I agreed to write a few words for Lucy I think I forgot that I would have to read them out loud. My steps felt like when you walk silently on autumn leaves. All eyes were on me as I stepped onto the stage. I opened the paper and arranged the microphone.
I clear my throat:
"Um well, for those who don't know me, I'm Lucy's best friend" maybe I should have said was, right? No. She is my friend, my soul mate. "I have shared most of my life with her and vice versa, I don't need to express what she means to me. What happened is difficult for all of us. From the bottom of my heart, Lucy Lu, I love you and I hope that heaven has beer and Nickelback" at this point the tears just fell, but they didn't affect my voice. "thank you".
I went back to my place, but not to sit down. "Mom, I'm going outside to get some air." She gave me a sympathetic look and looked straight ahead. The mass continued, but I headed for the door.
It was warm outside, the sun was about to set. I closed my eyes and hugged myself by the shoulders feeling the warmth on my skin. An almost inaudible noise brought me out of my thoughts. I followed it where I thought it came from. At the side of the church a boy around my age, leaning against the wall, smoking what I could recognize as weed. If this isn't a sign of Lucy, I don't know what is.
I would soon find out if meeting him would be my heaven or my hell.
A WIP I've been on for the most part of the last 3 years. Hope you enjoy it, I already have a few chapter written so I'll release them most on September 🤗 don't be shy, leave a comment and reblog if you liked it, gives me will to keep posting ❤🩹
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Biggest Fan Part Three
Part One Part Two
Villain plopped down at the kitchen table with a hearty yawn, spooning milk over the dry parts of their cereal and taking no care for the droplets that made their way onto the table. 6 a.m. was an ungodly hour to be up at, but Hero had a morning time interview at 6:30, and they weren't about to watch the afternoon rerun.
They sighed to themself. Things with Hero were...interesting. There was no other word to describe it. They did a lot together and talked about a lot of things, but Villain always sensed a barrier between them, an invisible line that kept them from crossing the boundary into blatant fraternization. Villain wasn't sure which of them it came from, possibly both of them, but it was probably for the best. Villain admired Hero. Liked Hero. But these little conversations and outings, this pretending that they were some minor nobody villain that Hero could sweep off their feet, it was fantasy. They were only biding their time until it all detonated, leaving both them and Hero to struggle bleeding out of the wreckage.
The musical chime of the morning show's intro dragged them back into their hard, stiff-backed kitchen chair, and they quickly swept those worries aside, drowning out the voice of caution with each additional notch on the tv's volume bar.
"Gooood morning, Wayward City," the tv host sang, green eyes gleaming even through the screen. "As always, it's such a pleasure starting off my morning with all you wonderful people. Today, we have a very special guest with us. They're cute, they're brave, they're the city's number one sweetheart, they're our very own Hero!"
The camera panned to Hero hunched awkwardly in the sinking cushion of their chair, but one crooked smile toward the audience and Villain knew they weren't the only one whose heart was doing cartwheels.
They looked good. Soft waves of blond hair swept behind their ears and along their neck while their neat, blue suit hugged the contours of their body, emphasizing their muscles. Someone had covered up the dark circles from two all-night patrols with powder and applied a little natural eye shadow that made the blue of their eyes pop. This wasn't the wind-tossed, tongue-tied Hero that Villain met on rooftops, this was professional Hero, media superstar.
"So, Hero, how does it feel knowing that you're currently the top-grossing hero in the agency? I hear your merchandise has been practically flying—no pun intended—off the shelves all month, and your trading card is becoming harder and harder to come by."
Hero's hand snuck to the back of their neck, but they quickly caught themself, folding their fingers neatly in their lap.
“Oh wow, it’s actually really surreal. I started this job a couple years ago with one goal in mind: to help people. I never expected to receive so much support from the people of this city, and I certainly never expected there to be action figures made of me. Until now, I was a small-time vigilante in a small town, but I'm thankful to everyone, especially my coworkers, who helped me adjust to the hero life in a metropolis. They're the real heroes to me.” They laughed nervously. "Guess I have a bit of imposters syndrome."
The studio erupted into mimicking laughter and a spattering of sappy "awwww"s.
"I think one of the things the people love about you is your honesty," the host said once the audience noise had faded. "You aren't afraid to be real with the public. It humanizes you, wouldn't you say?"
"Oh, I don't know," Hero said with a shrug. "I don't really think about it; I'm just really bad at lying. So I don't."
Another bout of light laughter from the audience.
"Well, we as citizens certainly appreciate that. Me particularly since I'm about to ask you some hard questions."
"Oh," Hero chuckled, leaning back in their seat. "Ok then, I'm ready. Shoot."
"You mentioned being thankful to your co-workers, is there any specific hero at the agency that you admire or get along with best?"
Hero tilted their head to the side a little. "That is a hard question. Wow. I like everyone at the agency for different reasons, so I don't really have one favorite, but I do really admire Caveat. They were there for me during the worst of my adjustment period, and they’re just good with the rookies in general. I’d like to be looked up to by new heroes for the same reasons that I look up to them.”
The hosts green eyes gleamed catlike. “Any other reasons you admire them? Perhaps there are some sparks flying during those training sessions?”
“Oh, no.” Hero waved their hands out in front of themself adamantly. “We’re just friends.”
"Fair enough.” The host pasted on a wide smile that quickly hid her disappointment. “I’m not backing down so easily though. I’m sure everyone has the same question: are you dating anyone?”
This time Hero couldn’t stop themself from ducking their head and rubbing the back of their neck.
Villain’s hand froze halfway to their mouth, torn between their dislike for the host’s pushiness and their mutual interest in Hero’s answer.
"I'm not officially dating,” Hero said, “but I do like someone”
The host’s perfectly plucked eyebrows turned inward and her smile grew wide and hungry. “Ooo who’s this lucky person? A civilian? Or perhaps…a coworker?You’ve been paired off with more heroes by fans than any other super to date. Are you about to make several hundred fans dreams come true?”
“They’re a villain actually.”
Villain’s spoon plonked into the middle of their cereal, spraying milk all across their shirt, the cereal box, and the table top. They leapt out of their seat, gruffly patting the damp from their shirt, but as the words sank in further they froze and gaped at the screen.
Were they insane? What were they saying? And so bluntly! They didn’t even sound apologetic!
From the look on the host’s face, they were obviously also taken aback. It took them a couple seconds to regain their Cheshire Cat grin.
“A villain? Wow…what a turn of events! I guess you really do love who spend most your time with. Anyone we know?”
“They’re new so probably not, but they’re a very sweet and caring person. And if they’re watching, I want them to know… I like you. You’ve completely stolen my heart.”
“Can you give us a name?” the host pressed over the insincere coos of the crowd. Her initial surprise had rapidly changed to excitement. She didn’t really care about Hero, just the amount of views her show was going to get over this.
“They don’t have a villain name yet. I have a name for them, but I prefer to keep that between us.” Hero gave a little shrug. “I guess you’ll just have to wait.”
Everyone murmured in disappointment, but Hero only smiled.
The rest of the interview consisted of the host trying to steer the conversation back toward the topic of romance while Hero tactfully avoided giving any straight answers. Not very interesting, but oh well. Villain couldn’t focus anyway.
They couldn’t believe Hero had done that. They were not only putting their image on the line but their position at the agency! Were they ok? Were they going to be suspended? Had they…really meant what they said?
No!
Villain pounding their fist against the fluttering rising in their chest. This was not a good thing! They didn’t even deserve Hero and now the city’s golden idol was throwing everything away for them!
They paced around their front room for the rest of the morning, unable to settle in one place for more than a few seconds. Their insides were to much of a hot, roiling jumble. It remained that way until 11:30 when a hard, rhythmic knock sounded on their door.
Villain whipped it open.
“Why would you do that?” they shouted immediately.
Hero blinked in their doorway with wide eyes, their proud little smile faltering.
“Y-you watched it?” they said.
“Of course I watched it! You were in it! Are you ok? Are you fired?”
Hero’s smile steadied, and they let out a relieved breath before cheerily replying, “Not at all! I had permission.”
“What?”
“Yeah! I talked about it a lot with the agency’s media manager and he said I could make a statement. He said it’s good that you’re a new villain because you don’t have a reputation to mix with mine yet. It’s all fine.”
But that’s not true!
Villain couldn’t bring themselves to say that though, so all that came out was a second more reproachful, “Why would you do that?”
“So that when I ask you what I’m about to ask you, you don’t have to worry about it being a secret.”
By this point, Villain felt like an army of angry bullfrogs had leapt into their throat. They barely squeezed out the word they half-didn’t want to say. “What…did you want to ask?”
Hero took Villain’s fingers in both hands. “Savant, will you go out with me?”
Villain didn’t expect to kiss them.
They should’ve said no. They should’ve said that they only thought of them as a friend, that they had misread the situation, or at the very least, that they needed time to think about it. But here they were, eyes closed, Hero’s ridiculously chiseled jaw in both hands, pretty sure they were singeing their lips with the amount of heat radiating off them.
Hero pulled back a hairbreadth, face flushed, a honied lock of hair flopped between their eyes, big blue eyes that blinked shyly into Villain’s face. “That was definitely a yes, right?”
Villain dropped their head against their chest in defeat and nodded. They were an idiot.
Hero seized them in a tight hug, rubbing their forehead affectionately against their hair.
“This is so great! We don’t have to hide anymore when we go out! Well, almost, Miller said we should ease into it. But after a few weeks, we don’t need disguises anymore! I can even invite you to company parties!”
“Is this…why you’ve been holding back?” Villain realized, remembering the wall between them that had still been intact only this morning.
Hero grimaced a little, even looked ashamed. “You noticed? I…I wanted to get it all approved first before I said anything to you. I’m sorry.”
A flash of red hot guilt swept up Villain’s body, churning their stomach and setting the hairs on the back of their neck on end.
“No! No, I’m not upset. Obviously, you’d want to check in with your job. I would’ve been worried if you hadn’t.”
“Thanks for understanding,” Hero said, snuggling against them once again.
Villain ran their fingers through the soft waves of their hair and tried to ignore the dark pit forming in their gut, the awful foreboding feeling that no matter how much they hid, this wasn’t going to end well.
Part Four
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Hi there... I came across somebody's post mentioning your work "Pause"... and never have I been this glad to find a gem amongst gems. It was so different & I loved the way you handled the subject matter. This needs to be in everybody's read-list. I can't stress enough on how hooked I was from the summary till the last line of the story. Chef's kiss dear, Chef's kiss. Your newest fan.
Thank you.
I put this under a break due to the nature of 'pause'. I'm not going to mention the warnings here other than it involves domestic violence with a male victim.
I usually respond to messages from non-anons privately, simply because I'm not sure how many of you want to make it known you read my blog (there is, eh, a bit of porn here). But I I would like more people to see my answer. I think I've said this before, about how I personally think domestic violence towards male victims is often overlooked or minimized. I wish people kept an eye out for it just as much as they do for female victims. As with a lot of similar situations, the abused believe this is the only reality they will ever have. Some simply stop caring about their own happiness. It is easier to not feel. It is easier to not need / want anything so nothing can be taken from them anymore.
Eventually, so much is taken that it feels like there is no soul left.
There's not many notes on this story. I'm sure that's for a variety of reasons. I'm not asking for anyone to read it unless they feel they are emotionally ready and want to.
I did not approach 'pause' as someone who is saved but rather someone who is shown that life is more than the reality they were manipulated into believing was real. I want people to know that, for some men, this is their reality. This is what they come home to. A lot of the time people don't know. Hell, most people aren't even looking for it. Society doesn't look at or treat DV female and male victims the same. Surely, men will defend themselves? Some do. Some don't. Some look away and let the anger get redirected to other parties of the household and pretend nothing is happening. That's all they can do to protect themselves and/or those around them. You have to have the desire to get out but, fuck, sometimes your abuser is cunning enough and manipulative enough to take that from you too. And then what?
'pause' is a love story, yes, but this is not the usual ending.
I don't believe it will always be this way. More and more people each day are opening their minds to see the signs that they were previously blind to and that's the first step to changing the reality we live in. It takes one step. Just one step. Then another, and another, but the first step must be taken for any forward progress to happen.
Thank you, again, for reading it.
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