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cheezbites · 8 months

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Dating Ghost

✎: I wrote this very late at night (4:38 am) or very early in the morning - when I was motivated by the sheer amount of notifications from my inbox, ty all sm for the love and support💕!!

♡Summary: Head cannons of dating Ghost <3

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Bf!Ghost has always been a black tea person, either he drank it alongside his breakfast or to calm him down on a rainy day. You were a coffee girl, you would go all out making them - milk, hazelnut syrups, whipped creams… You name it. And from this, another one of your childish inside jokes was born. You were conveniently in the kitchen at the same time as him, making your morning beverages.

“Hm,” you silently thought to yourself, contemplating if your idea was rational enough to act through with.

“Hmmmmm,” he jokingly imitated you, wondering what was on your mind.

You got a separate cup and mixed some of his tea with your coffee. You took the first sip and scorned your face at the unfamiliar yet vaguely distinguishable taste.

Soon he followed, not seeming to be too fond of it at first yet still drinking every last bit.

“Not too bad,” he silently muttered.

And every time you guys were in the kitchen making your daily beverages, the ‘CoTea’ (Coffee and Tea) inside joke was repeatedly brought up.

Bf!Ghost heard a sudden shriek from your bedroom, causing his heart to sink. His thoughts raced faster than the speed of how fast he was approaching your room, desperate to know what it was. What if it was an invader? He wouldn’t be able to live knowing that he wasn’t fast enough to save you from a serious threat, he’d hate himself and feel guilty every single day.

His breathing pattern returned to normal as he sighed in relief when he realised that it was just a spider on your bedroom wall.

“Shit,”

“It’s going to kill me!” You sputtered inattentively as you backed away as far as possible from the ‘murderous pest.’

He stacked a mount of tissues in his hand and effortlessly scooped it up, crushed it into remains of spider limbs and a brown fluid before tossing it in the bin. Shooting you a look that you swore said: ‘Seriously? All that commotion over that?”

“My saviour,” you quipped as you ran up to him and braced him in a tight hug.

Bf!Ghost was used to receiving the “Your eyelashes are so long!” ‘compliment’ from people, mainly from you. It always confused him as to why you pointed it out - maybe it was just a ‘girl thing’ he didn’t understand.

Bf!Ghost was sleep-deprived, sick and unwillingly glued to his bed after days of working, so you took care of him. (At night, when he was complaining about being too cold, you snuggled up next to him and fell asleep in his arms. Maybe he was faking it as an excuse to cuddle you, maybe…) You knew he had an energy drink addiction and some bad eating habits. Since quality meals require time, you poured that time into cooking for him. His gratitude toward you was beyond words, appreciating the care and effort you put into taking care of him. Your cooking not only filled his stomach but also warmed his heart, making every bite a taste of your love.

Bf!Ghost worked out often; so did you. You enjoyed each other's company at the gym, immersing yourselves in the shared playlist and the post-workout rush. His concern for you couldn't be contained. During some weekly sessions, he taught you self-defence techniques, a thoughtful gesture for times he couldn't be by your side.

Bf!Ghost loved making you say ‘please’, even after the smallest of favours. You tried to open your water bottle, but the lid seemed super glued on, you tried repeatedly but your attempts were in vain. You asked him to help you, forgetting one thing:

“Want me to feed you the water as well?” He sarcastically quipped with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh come on babe,”

“And what’s the magic word?” He asked expectedly.

“Please,” you stretched out your ‘please’ jokingly for the sole purpose of teasing him.

He seamlessly removed the lid which astonished you before handing you your water bottle. After all that effort and failed attempts, he made it look so easy.

Bf!Ghost Loathed being away from you; and you felt the exact same way. When he needed to leave or when you were gone, he would try to do things that reminded him of you. When you were teaching him how to cook your signature meals in the kitchen, he was picking up rapidly, improving and learning - soon enough he surpassed you in culinary skills. He remade your recipes to remind himself of you when you weren’t there, and you ‘borrowed’ a few of his hoodies, which were pleasantly engulfed in his scent.

Bf!Ghost Noticed you fell asleep during the horror movie you watched, the last thing he wanted to do was startle you or wake you up. He turned off the TV before heading to your room and placing your favourite blanket over you. He kissed your cheek gently and muttered a silent, “I love you.” Before calling it a night.

Bf!Ghost left wholesome notes for you to discover around the house; the messages were cheesy in the cutest way possible. Either him making you food after a long day of work and leaving it for you in the fridge with a brief note next to it, or a corny compliment stuck on the bathroom mirror for only you to see. It would be something along the lines of:

“Start your day off with a smile love, like the one you never fail to give me♡” (And I feel like this dude would have very messy handwriting, but when writing these notes he tried his best).

Bf!Ghost made most of the decisions in the relationship, you were very indecisive. This is probably the only thing he mildly dislikes about you - you were going through the trials and tribulations of a lifetime over picking between KFC and McDonald’s, you were persistent about what to order too, so he recommended stuff to you or sometimes ordered for you.

(I just know if you both got drinks, he specifically requested only one straw so you guys could share it).

Bf!Ghost was the “‘Scuse me, she asked for no pickles,” boyfriend, who would secure you a refund and a newly made burger, (mainly due to how intimating he gets at times).

You thoroughly enjoyed him looking out for you, though, knowing that he cared that much about you made your heart flutter only from thinking about it.

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brain-rot-central · 3 months

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ok so has anyone made a list of things that Astarion said that had a different meaning than first thought?

For example, if you tell Astarion when you first meet that you’re Baldurian as well, he says they must not be in the same social circle. With the way he talks and dresses it seems like he’s implying you’re lower class, but later it becomes clear you’re not those petty criminals or brothel goers that he targets. (And there’s the separate “of course it’ll turn me into a monster” line that becomes obvious later.)

He reveals he fears breaking his nail to the dryad, and it seems shallow but we learn he’s traumatized by digging himself out of his coffin, and the year he endured being trapped inside a coffin and desperately scratching and breaking his nails off as punishment, which is also why he refuses to dig anyone out like Nere.

Also, he mentioned he targeted brothel visitors, and at first it sounds like he just waited outside those establishments for victims, but then if you visit the drow twins he mentions he never thought he’d be on the paying end, plus if you choose one of the twins then Astarion says you have a type for elven prostitutes. And if you really think about it, considering how Petras’ lines are similar to Astarion’s, it wouldn’t be weird to imagine Cazador forcing them to work at a brothel for a few years as training…

Some of Astarion’s lines have a lot to unpack

Many things Astarion says are doublespeak. It's a common coping mechanism used by trauma survivors to "make peace," in a way with what they went through. It's not until you've played through his whole story that you understand that, and honestly it breaks my heart. He has a lot of self-depreciating language. Little quips here and there where you realize he's not only commenting on the current situation but himself, as well.

The monster line in the beginning gets me the most, because he follows it up with, "What did I expect?" For the first time in 200 years, he's able to stand in the sun without burning. He's grappling with that entire realization while also readjusting to there being light and color in the world, and probably was looking at the whole Nautiloid experience as something slightly positive... only to learn that no, this is not something positive. In fact, it's horrendous, because if it's not rectified, he'll become a grotesque monster, worse than he already is. And idk, that guts me. He has this small glimmer of hope for the first time in two centuries, all to realize that it's a giant farce.

But, Astarion is also stubborn, so he holds onto this small glimmer of hope to see if there's a way he can work the tadpole to his advantage. So that he can continue to walk in the sun. Once he realizes that Cazador's compulsion has been interrupted due to the tadpole, he doubles down on wanting to keep the tadpole and control it.

Astarion's story is such a beautiful portrayal of what being in survival mode feels and is like. You're so entirely desperate to make it out of your current situation that you would quite literally give anything and everything to obtain it, even if it means burning the entire world down around you.

The elven prostitute line made me laugh when I first heard it; I knew he was referring to himself and trying to make some light humor about his past, but it's also heartbreaking to realize he sees himself as one. He hasn't yet taken the grace with himself to distinguish between being forced into that line of work vs who he actually is. The lines are still blurred.

I can't think about the intricacies of his background/personality too long, because it all feels way too familiar to me. To know even a smidge of the despair he probably felt for years and the constant mental and physical struggle he endured (there's even disordered eating/food insecurity in his back story too and no one really talks much about it; Cazador purposely kept all the spawn near-starving as a form of control).

Our boy was severely abused and neglected and I really just want to give him a fucking hug.

#astarion #trauma tw #i mean i totally get why he burns down the palace post game #i probably would too #like how could you not want to do that #neech's speeches #answered

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jungkook97 · 1 year

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fling;; jjk

pairing: canon idol!jungkook x reporter!reader

word count: 4.6k

rating: ma

genre/warnings: romance, angst

summary: you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

notes: this has been a fantasy of mine. it's angst as usual, but it's more so of lost connections that the boys may have upon going on these promo cycles overseas.

this also exists within the decision to leave jungkook fictional universe from the perspective of the reader.

You were nervous. Very nervous.

Your hands were shaking a bit, clammy as you wiped the sweat off on your dress as you checked your Apple Watch for the fifteenth time. It wouldn’t really change anything but more so of a tick that you had whenever you were nervous.

It was the first time you were assigned to interview with an A-list celebrity, or rather, an A-list group. You followed their careers from nearly the beginning, slowly becoming a major fan (minus the unhinged nature of being a stan, of course). It was as if you were living your dreams out in reality, something that you never thought in a hundred years or even this lifetime that you could do.

And so, you held your breath as the time ticked closer and closer to their arrival. The staff had arrived to go over some topics that you couldn’t talk about, the usual: dating, anything super personal, and anything that would be anti-capitalistic (although you had a feeling that some of the members wouldn’t have minded having such conversations). You knew the drill at that point as you zoned off, thinking about how you would be interviewing the biggest band in the world, talking to them and them actually responding back to you in real time.

It was hard to grasp for you. Like everyone else, you always saw BTS as a group that meets a lot of people every single day, not really being able to distinguish faces or fully pay attention like operating on autopilot. The idea that they would be perceiving you drove you insane as your heart thumped ever so loudly in your eardrums, wondering who you saved in a past life to deserve interviewing a group you admired for so long.

Eventually, the time came to usher them in, and you held your breath in anticipation, continuing to self-soothe yourself by rubbing your hands on your thighs as they walked in one by one, looking exactly the same. You had seen them in concert in the press boxes, maybe a few times up close as a fan, but having them bow to you in greeting…it was a lot.

“H-hi,” you mustered all the courage to start the greeting, meeting eyes with every single member slowly, taking it all in. They responded, leaving your heart leaping for joy and also with an uncomfortable, but not uneasy feeling in your throat. You felt like it caught a mass while you were waiting for them, but you knew it was just simply nerves. “S-sorry if I’m too nervous around y’all–”

All of them started chuckling, with Namjoon putting his hands up in attempt to comfort you (it did a bit).

“It is totally okay,” Namjoon spoke in his usual deep voice, perhaps an octave lower than you anticipated. “We get this pretty often, actually.”

You flushed in embarrassment, shifting in your seat trying to feel a bit more comfortable. You could feel the heat of all seven of them having their undivided attention to you, and the studio lights being as hot too. You weren’t sure if you were sweating everywhere else, if you smelled, if you shaved enough to get rid of any peach fuzz, or if you put enough makeup to look just as gorgeous as they were.

It didn’t matter anymore. You were in the moment. Too late to go back now.

You took a quick deep breath, exhaling slowly as you heard your cameraperson stating that they were ready to roll.

“Let’s begin.”

It was easier than expected. Your nerves got the best of you at first as you stuttered the first few questions out before taking a five minute break. It was embarrassing, but the boys understood, trying to coax you and comfort you by stating that they get it often.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to be another young fan acting like a high school girl around their crush!” you laughed, wiping your tears away from the welling of tears as you were overstimulated (you had disclosed to them awkwardly about your neurodivergence, something that Yoongi immediately nodded and expressed his understanding much to your surprise).

“You’d be surprised,” Namjoon reassured, smiling. “There was a male reporter earlier that kept freaking out about Jin-hyung.”

“Really?” you chuckled as the members nodded in agreement, talking to their oldest in Korean, probably teasing him. You weren’t fluent in Korean, but you could tell from Jin’s red ears that they were making fun of the situation.

“Yeah, it was funny,” Hoseok said, his light and bouncy voice filling up the room. He had become as fluent as Namjoon was over the past year after having spent a year in the U.S. after his enlistment. “Like, I think he got a…crush?”

“Ey, no~” Seokjin protested, you understand for him to disagree. He spoke some more, in which the interpreter from the earpiece all of you had translated, “He was a fan of all of us.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it was just you,” Hoseok pressed via interpreter. “I can tell he was one of us,” he pointed to him and Jimin (the both of them had come out to the public two weeks ago together as a part of the LGBTQ+ community).

“A crush, huh? Worldwide Handsome getting everyone!” you laughed as the interpreter did as well, translating for the rest of the team. Everyone agreed, giggling as well.

“Can we continue?” Namjoon piped in, his index finger imitating an old film camera rolling. You nodded, gesturing to the cameraman to continue.

You and BTS talked about a lot of things at length, questions that you never thought you would ever say to them. Surprisingly, a lot of the more “controversial” opinions got past the company, perhaps from all the work the boys had done to be as transparent to the fans as possible. Most of what you speculated the boys had felt during their hiatus were validated, and some were debunked to your surprise. You were shocked to learn that most of them had a lot of control over their solo activities, if not complete control despite what the conversation was at the time on Twitter.

Eventually, the boys turned the mic back to you, asking something that caught you off guard.

“We heard you’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s,” Jimin beamed in mischief, nudging the youngest to pay attention. Jungkook had barely spoken at that point, but you had felt his eyes on you the entire time, getting you a bit flustered sometimes.

Jimin wasn’t wrong. You were the biggest fan of Jungkook’s, mostly ever since his sudden glow-up with his tattoo sleeve. You had a soft spot for the kid (you were a few years older than him), and seeing him grow into this confident and sexy late-20 something was satisfying for you to see.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, your hands covering your mouth in shock. “How did you guys know?”

“Ah…” Jimin trailed off, looking towards his other members. “I think Namjoon-hyung found your Twitter fan account yesterday?”

Fuck.

“What?!” you exclaimed, standing up. The members cracked up as Namjoon began to protest, putting his hands up. “You stalked me?!” you asked teasingly.

“No! It’s just…” Namjoon started stuttering as well, caught in the act. “I heard from our translator that you were a big fan and so, I did some digging…”

“Well, you did a lot of digging!” you argued back, laughing and flushing madly. You didn’t want to look at Jungkook at this point, although you felt he was embarrassed based on how much he was shifting in his seat from the corner of your eye.

You felt like you wanted to die. Die in a sense, you now knew that Namjoon saw your unhinged tweets about the group’s maknae. You wondered how far he scrolled down, if he saw your tweets crying about Jungkook’s sparkly ensemble at the last concert stop a few days ago that amassed to tens of thousands of tweets. You wondered how he even found it, considering that you didn’t even follow your fan account on your public one. Maybe you forgot to unlink it on your YouTube account, or maybe you had accidentally shared the numbers on your Instagram. It didn’t matter: Namjoon found it.

It grew awkwardly quiet, and you could still feel the gaze from the youngest. You were too scared to even look at him. What if he thought you were insane or unhinged? Did Namjoon even show the tweets to him? You were mortified at the thought of him staring in disbelief.

What was even worse is that he knew before you guys officially met, meaning he had been staring at you the entire time in silence, probably mortified that an obsessed, crazed fan of his was conducting the interview. In fact, it made sense as to why he was so quiet: he probably was judging you for being batshit nuts on your stan account about him.

“Ah, I shouldn’t have said that,” Jimin sighed loudly, his words being translated. “Now it’s all awkward…”

“N-no, it’s okay,” you lied, shuffling your interview cards. “I had a feeling you guys have your burner Twitter accounts just watching us,” you squinted your eyes at Namjoon. His cheeks turned red as you did the same, your heart fluttering.

“It’s just Namjoon,” Hoseok emphasized, even though you knew that to be a lie. “He has too much time in his hands.”

“Ey, shut up,” Namjoon said in Korean, chuckling. “Well…don’t you want to say something to Jungkook, maybe?”

You blinked.

“Say what?”

He shrugged, smiling.

“I don’t know, I thought you guys would be the type to want to say something to someone you really admire. I’m sure Jungkook would like to hear from his biggest fan,” he teased.

You blushed madly, laughing nervously.

“I didn’t prepare or anything,” you began making excuses, your eyes slowly moving toward Jungkook’s direction to gauge his reaction. It took a few seconds, probably from the interpreter for him to understand what was going on before he sat up straight immediately, clearing his throat.

“Yeah!” Jungkook exclaimed a bit too loudly, clearing his throat again. “I wanna…hear.”

The rest of the members echoed the same sentiments.

“Ah fuck,” you muttered. Not BTS putting you on the spot to confess your feelings. It wasn’t something you really wanted to do in front of the entire group and the crew, but the crew kept pressuring you to do it. After all, it would make great TikTok content. It was then you turned away from the group, just dying from embarrassment.

“Come on, it would be so cute,” your PD encouraged you.

“But it’s so embarrassing,” you whined as you flushed wildly, your back toward the group. “I have so much to say.”

“I’m sure Jungkook wants to hear all of it. He seems to really like you!”

Your heart skipped a beat from hearing that. That was true, the group and you kept having great laughs and teases throughout the entire interview.

“Fine, fine.”

You took a deep breath, nodding towards Nicole, their interpreter. You could see Jungkook leaning in closer as you began.

“You’ve always been my favorite,” you began. “And uh, I always admired that you always did what you wanted no matter how many people said you shouldn’t. You’re strong and rebellious, something that I admire because I wish I had half of that strength…”

You closed your eyes at this point, your eyes swirling in its eye sockets. You couldn’t believe you were saying this to Jungkook who was right in front of you. For a moment, you forgot that you were interviewing him, that it was a professional setting. You felt like you needed to say all of this, knowing full well how much Jungkook had felt insecure about his image change and how he was being perceived. He was pretty explicit about that in the recent lives you were able to catch, and you wanted to comfort him.

“And I know that a lot of people have a lot to say about you, and as an older fan, I just want to say…not all of us are like that. I’m not, at least. I want you to be happy, to be loved, to be able to not be restricted by society’s standards. I want you to know that I will always love you no matter what, that you will always be my favorite person. I hope one day, you will find someone or something that will make you feel like home, Jungkook. I want…”

You swallowed.

“I want you to be comforted. And unconditionally loved.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head as you opened your eyes, looking right at Jungkook. You felt a bit confident after all of that as Nicole continued translating for him. He was listening intently, crossing his arms trying to digest all that you said.

“Ah…” he vocalized a few times, nodding his head. His eyes grew glassy as he closed his eyes a bit.

There was silence, this time more comfortable than before. You held your breath in anticipation, wondering how he reacted to that. Was it too much? Were you being a little too extra?

Fuck, that was too much was it.

“I’m sorry if that’s a lot,” you blubbered out, putting your hands up in defense. “I…kind of lost myself there.”

A moment of silence for the translations.

Jungkook laughed.

“Ah, it’s okay,” he said in Korean. “Uh…”

He smacked his lips together, his eyes looking at the floor sheepishly. He then looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with genuine happiness and joy.

“Thank you,” his voice echoed in your skull as he thanked you in English.

You looked away abruptly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was a lot, and you felt like you could die at any moment.

“Uh, let’s take a break, yeah?” Namjoon piped in. You agreed, taking your lavalier mic off and running straight to the bathroom.

Or rather, let’s end this so I can die in a corner, probably.

It wasn’t long until the interview was over, much to your dismay. While it felt like you were floating on clouds, it felt too short, too professional for your liking.

Ever since your confession though, you felt a pair of eyes intently following your every movement, or so you thought anyways. You never once coded Jungkook’s stare to be intense, but he was quite attentive after your little spiel, nodding and laughing at your jokes (even though it was off by a few seconds for translations). You wished that you were native in your own tongue, but as the interview went on, you surprisingly knew more than you thought, laughing at the supposed inside jokes they had. You guys went briefly over the infamous dumpling incident, which, at this point, had its own lore.

The boys felt approachable for once, although you knew for quite some time that they would be. You were similar in age with them after all, the same age as Namjoon give or take a few months. It felt like you were talking as friends rather than an actual interview that you were being paid to do.

Nonetheless, the interview was a success, and you were packing your things up to go home.

That was, until Namjoon approached you.

“Hey,” he began, startling you. Your eyes widened at him coming up, being his normal self.

“Hey,” you managed to say back, trying not to freak out. Is he about to do what I think he’s about to do? “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Namjoon put his hands in his pockets, smiling sheepishly. “I was wondering if you wanna get dinner with Jungkook and I. He told me he really liked your energy today, and was wondering if we could talk more over some food.”

Holy shit. Is this real?

“Uh….” was all your stupid self could say, gawking at him as if he said something completely unintelligible. “Um…”

Say yes, you asshole.

“It’s fine if you have to like, uh, edit and shit,” he continued, his eyes averting away from you, his voice trailing off.

Fuck, dude. Say something back. Say YES.

“Um…”

Then, you saw Jungkook at a distance, overwatching the whole conversation. His lips were pursed into a pout, his neck extending toward the direction of you two, perhaps trying to hear what was going on. There was no way you could be making this up. Jungkook seemed… interested in wanting to spend more time with you.

Romantic? Unsure. But definitely interested.

This wasn’t the first time a celebrity has asked you to dinner (in fact, you were a looker yourself, whether you liked it or not), but with BTS? They were more definitely out of your league. However, you felt like you had been friendly at this point, so why not?

“Yeah, why not?”

Dinner was a blast. In fact, it was the most fun you ever had.

While you and Namjoon exchanged even more funnier quips, teases and passionate arguments about life, you and Jungkook sat next to each other, just feeling rather comfortable. It wasn’t to say that you two were feeling each other up, but Jungkook, an avid fan of Namjoon’s, was taking your side the entire time, initiating contact here and there to definitely show more than just platonic interest. You were taken aback at first, recoiling your hand when he “accidentally” brushed his hands against yours, but after a while, you leaned into him, showing your desire to get closer too.

Jungkook wasn’t as shy as you thought he was, and by the time dinner was over, he was playing footsies with you, his shoulder leaning against your own but disguised as him getting a bit too drunk for everyone’s liking (well, Namjoon’s anyways). Namjoon showed signs of feeling like the major third wheel, but he was, after all, the wingman in all of this, awkwardly smiling his infamous smile when he felt out of place.

“Ah, you guys look really comfortable, huh?” Namjoon pointed the obvious out in his native tongue as you laughed. Jungkook leaned into you as you cupped his face with the biggest grin ever seen.

“He’s adorable,” you replied back. “Cuter off-camera, if you ask me.”

“Gag,” Namjoon teased. “You guys need a room?”

You were staring into Jungkook’s doe eyes at this point, the chocolate pools of wonder. He was deeply in love, or at least, enamored by your presence. It turned out he was feeling you as well throughout the interview, and something in the air felt right to him. Not per se, bells ringing in his ear (he was past the romanticism), but he wanted more. So much more than what you two could do in front of Namjoon.

“Can we use yours, hyung?”

It didn’t take long before you two fucked after Namjoon and the two of you parted ways. In fact, both of you leaped onto each other madly the moment the door closed behind you. Of course, it was met with the typical NDA the morning after, something that you were quite used to at this point. It was a given that your night with him would be done in secrecy and with a contract to never speak of it, but to be honest, you weren’t planning to do that anyways. Jungkook was yours, even if it was for a split second.

“You’re incredibly beautiful, you know,” Jungkook breathlessly said after some time had passed, your bodies entangled with each other under the pillowy white sheets. “I never felt like I could just connect with someone I just barely knew.”

You grinned back, kissing his lips and the rest of his face.

“Call it karmic,” you replied back.

Jungkook, not knowing what the word was, leaned back in confusion.

“Kar…mic?”

“Uh…” you struggled to find the Korean word equivalent, trying to run through your shoddy vocabulary. “Um…it’s like…fate…?”

You weren’t sure what the word was, although it seemed to be received well with Jungkook. His pupils grew dilated as his mouth relaxed into a comfortable smile. He closed his eyes, leaning against you.

“Ah…fate, right?”

You blushed wildly.

“Yeah…fate.”

For the next week, you two met up every night in between your guys’ respective craziest schedules. Thankfully, it was easy because you were able to attend their next show (at the request from the artist, of course). While the others were in the press box though, you were in the family and friends’ box in which Jungkook may or may not have secretly passed by to steal a kiss or a hug. The two of you had agreed that this would be a short thing, nothing too serious. After all, the language barrier was a bit rough, and you two were working professionals.

However, you couldn’t help but to feel more of a connection besides a little fling because well, both of you were totally into each other. He eventually gave his personal cell (or at least, the U.S. one he used in the States) to text, something that Jungkook admitted he didn’t do often. Adoringly, he had his read receipts on, and it looked like he always checked to see what you wrote, even if it took a good hour or two to respond.

“I’m getting better at it, okay? Heh,” he would write, sending butterflies in your stomach. He was making an effort, although you can never be sure if he was like this with other people. Not that it mattered, you knew what it was, and you weren’t going to be caught up in it.

As the days went on, you and Jungkook started sharing intimate details about each other, something that you only had when it was a real relationship. This confused you, but maybe it was because you used to be the only one who did it as a part of the neurodivergence part of your personality. You found out more about his flings, how much he craved for more than just fucking around.

“I don’t know,” he said one night as you brushed your fingers through his hair, his face buried deep into your chest. “I feel like…you know, I want something more with all of these people. Like…I’m wasting my time whenever I do these things, but…I can’t help it. How can I find someone when I’m Jungkook of BTS?”

It was a lot to take in, but you took it on like a champ. There were thoughts that you wondered what Jungkook would think about, and it felt unreal that he could say all of these things to you in the comfort of his hotel room, away from all the lights and the glitz and the glamour. In this moment, in this scene in your guys’ story together, he was yours.

“Do you want more?” you asked quietly. You weren’t sure as to what you were saying, but it felt right to ask.

He shifted his head and moved it up to see yours, closing the gap between you two.

“Always. I always want to be loved unconditionally.”

It was getting complicated, fast.

You weren’t sure how to end it. In fact, time was ending it for you. It was Jungkook’s last day in the States, and it seemed like Jungkook suggested you go on tour with him for the next stop, Central America. While you weren’t entirely opposed to it, you knew where this was going. Last time, a celebrity had suggested that you to do a documentary film on them, and while you were flattered, it was just another way to keep you around at their convenience.

It wasn’t to say that Jungkook was being selfish. Rather, it was the circumstances that made him think this way. With how restrictive the industry was, and how incredibly famous Jungkook was as well, it was hard for him to see people besides those closest to him, which at this point, had began to warn you during your time in the family and friends’ box at the shows about Jungkook’s quick attachment to people.

“I know he always says he doesn’t get attached, but he really does,” an ex-fling told you in confidence in between VCRs. “He told me he was going to keep it professional, but the guy lies.”

You were dreading it. Although you felt great that you slept with your favorite, it wasn’t your intention to get anything more out of it because well, what is there left? You signed an NDA, the company regularly asked if you two used a condom…it was getting invasive, weird, and it was starting to turn you off.

And so, the last night came through and you two met up again. This time, you knew it was the last time, and to Jungkook, maybe the start of something new.

As you began to pack up your things, Jungkook laid on the bed sprawled out underneath the sheets.

“So…Mexico…” he began. You sighed, knowing it was coming.

“No, Jungkook,” you replied, turning toward him. “As much as I liked this, I can’t travel with you.”

“I’m not asking for you to travel with me,” he rebutted, sitting up and grabbing his shirt to put it back on in one hand. “I’m just saying, come with me to the next show! It would be great coverage for the magazine.”

“Jungkook-ah, that’s not how it works,” you doubled down, zipping up your weekend bag before putting your jacket on. “I have to get approval from my editor. Plus, people are starting to talk, and frankly, I started getting texts from your fans about us.”

There it was, what you had been hiding. Honestly, you were used to it from the last celebrity you hooked up with, but this time, his fans, or his stalkers to be exact, knew everything about you, threatening to ruin your life if you didn’t stop fucking him. It was getting emotionally taxing, but you wanted to hide that from him. After all, you were confident that wasn’t his first time hearing this.

“They’re not my fans and you know this,” he argued, now getting up and putting on his Adidas track pants. “The real ones will know it’s a little fling.”

“Do they though? Do you though?”

There it was, the hard truth.

Silence enveloped between you two, and Jungkook stood there in the dark with his hands in his pockets. He was staring at you, his eyes clearly pleading for you to not leave.

“Don’t leave,” Jungkook’s words came after. “I know this seems a lot, but I really like you. We can make it work.”

Make it work…as if that could ever be a thing.

You walked toward Jungkook with your weekender bag slung over your shoulders. Slipping your shoes on as well, you came closer to him, his breath hitched as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you began. “We can’t keep doing this. This is our last night together.”

He exhaled sharply, his eyes closing slowly.

“I know.”

It didn’t take long before you two blocked each other on everything, pretending that you two didn’t exist to each other. It took a few more weeks before the fans stopped bothering you, probably focusing on the next fling Jungkook had.

And so there it was, you had a fling with one of the biggest stars in the world.

If only you knew what would happen next.

END.

#jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #this jungkook has been haunting my dreams for ever tbh bc you know. i'm in media and i can't imagine being in this position kdlahglshg #he totally would be so in luv but knows it can't go any further than that you know #but yeah i figured i can make a bit of a wong kar wai universe thing for decision to leave jungkook to flesh him out better #and someone did request to make stories in the pov of the reader so here u go!#yes i left it like that on purpose haha #dtl

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Raider Joel😌😌 oh how I love him. I love that the reader is just like his doll. It’s like so fucked up🤪🤪

I was also curious bc i have some tattoos, piercings, old sh scars that kinda like display my past and who I am. And I wonder how Joel would feel abt that (since I imagine myself as sweet pea🤭)

I’m assuming he wouldn’t say anything but I’m like curious what would he think if sweet pea had some tattoos or distinguishing scars or stuff like that. Like evidence of a life she had before him. I feel like it would trip him up bc he’d be reminded that she’s like a whole person with a life that he pulled her out of and he actually has no idea who she really is lolololz

Also still just obsessed with how she’s like his toy like idk that’s just so hot to me. Ugh I love raider Joel😪

Here’s also what I imagine their height diff is

Ok that’s it byeeeeeeee

raider if you had scars, tattoos, etc.

Raider master ⭐ Raider latest: Night Air

I love this, thank you. Hypothetical scars and tattoos would totally be evidence of a whole life he pulled her out of. I think early on, he still has a very effective, cold, tough-guy filter he sees things through and he's able to tune that stuff out, everything blurring into the one flat surface of "you," kind of like the white noise of a library where people are talking, but you don't listen to what they're saying. Then as he changes and grows, he begins to notice them more, wonders about them. If you caught his thumb brushing over the same scar above your knee a couple of times, maybe he notices you noticing, and (for now) he kinda tries to play it off, sliding his hand up to squeeze your thigh. There's a point where it might give him little twinges of guilt. And ultimately affection, like yeah, this is my sweet pea, she's not like any other person, this is what *mine* looks like and everything about her is pretty.

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lmao idk what that pic is from but the hand in the bottom left is sending me. In my head, for some reason raider joel is a little bigger than the other joels lol idk how tall sweet pea is.

Also, raider PWP in T-minus four hours.

#raider!joel #raider!ask #joel miller headcanon #joel miller x reader #raider!joel miller #toxic ask #how long is the line at a raider joel concert???

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24hrfrog · 1 year

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flower au stuff :3

what i have in my head when thinking abt it~

best way to talk abt dynamic is a football player vs the present of student council trying to get the new guys attention

mav doesn’t automatically fall and isn’t easy to fluster, more like takes the flirting head on 💀

slider is interested immediately because ice is, monkey see monkey do

if ice wasn’t around, the tattoo and piercing business he & slider owns would shut down fr

slider and baby brad interactions is chaos vs ice and baby brad is a well distinguished gentleman and his polite son lol

if the daggers would make an appearance it would be pretty brief and just referring to pre school peers brad has, side story of baby brad having a playdate and the three adults trying to control them lol

slider’s tattoos are ocean/sky war themes, like full sleeve tapestry of a huge ship and a anchor trailing down his arm and a dog fight scene on the forearm of the planes falling, lots of cloud/debris, and angel wings on his neck, on the opposite arm it’s basically following the same theme (these go all the way to his pecs), on his back its three chained up dobermans and smaller scattered stuff on his thighs n legs

ice is very much a drawer too but is more secretive about his work, hes not fond of tatting and hence he just sticks with piercings

slider has more piercings than ice bc ice literally uses him as his model (like when a kid would use a teddy bear and give them piercings lol)

ice has only a few smaller tattoos of more calming scenes (still thinking abt what)

when slider pulls up to mav’s with a new piercing or tattoo he’ll gross him out with it and thinks its amusing 💀

mav never wants a piercing due to the very understanding fear of it getting ripped of. he also just never thought of wanting a tattoo but just cuz he wouldn’t know what and why he would need one

ice is a germ freak real.

slider picked up ice’s habits of waking up early and cleaning so the shop and their shared living space is always clean

idk ice and sliders relationship situation but theyre real comfortable with each others presence and a lot of customers end up thinking its a couples business when they walk in lol

ice is actually rlly warm body temperature wise and slider on the colder side

carole is a successful wedding planner and travels internationally for her work, typically she brings goose if she needs an extra pair of hands and brad is in mav’s care often (doesnt mean they dont love him tho!)

baby brad says he has two dads and one mom bc of how much time he has with mav

mav is the owner of the flower shop after carole gave it to him due to her schedule just getting too busy, goose is still a co owner and is in the shop whenever he is able

both shops have their living space above it

slider throws pebbles at mav’s window across the street to bother him

slider and ice share a bed, when they first moved in there was only one bed they could afford and they just didn’t mention buying a second, ice says it’s bc than they’ll have to rearrange the whole place to make a new bedroom and it would take too much effort

brad looks more like how miles teller was when he was a baby than 86 baby brad

ice and mav and slider are a lil different looking than in 86, maybe just a lil older, mav has a bit more muscle on him for sure and sliders hair us more grown out and curly

#me not wanting to write an actual thing but if its short bulletpoint i can work with that lol #flower shop au #top gun #top gun 1986 #slider top gun #ron slider kerner #iceman kazansky #iceman top gun #maverick mitchell #top gun maverick #slicemav

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knightprincess · 10 months

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Wake Up (Arc Trooper Jesse x Medic Reader)

Warning: Set during Order 66 (TCW season 7) Pairing: (Jesse/Fem reader) Pronouns: She/Her Description: Love can be the most powerful thing in the universe .... and the most devastating. At kar'taylir darasuum cuyir at kadala Words: 2.3k

A thick layer of dread blanketed everything. The Tribunal had fallen into silence. Despite the victory on Mandalore, there was no celebration of success. There was no chatter between brothers, or excitement about returning to Coruscant, not even the droids aboard dared make a sound. Instead, there was only the foreboding sense of doom.

Ahsoka had returned to the bridge with Rex. Both watched as the cruiser launched into Hyperspace, as the many colors settled into the swirling of blue and white. A heavy conversation between friends taking place, both agreeing the only good to come from the war was the clones, the loyal soldiers of the republic, and friends. The two shared a moment of kindness as if both could sense the war reaching its conclusion. As if both could feel the impending devastation.

At the same time (Y/N) walked silently with Jesse through the many halls. The loyal Arc Trooper had become determined to distract her, attempting to ease the feeling of failure she felt, over the deaths of so many troopers. Despite her best efforts, she hadn't been able to save them all, least of all the ones caught by Maul. After some time the durasteel walls had all begun to blend together, to the point (Y/N) believed the two were walking in circles. Every now and again, she would look over to her companion. Sometimes Jesse would already be looking back at her, offering her a cheeky wink. Other times he was staring ahead, his honey eyes not focusing on anything in particular, as his mind becomes lost in thought.

"Something wrong?" asked (Y/N), taking hold of Jesse's hand in a gentle grip, if only to guide him back to the present. For a few short seconds, Jesse looked at the civvi medic before him with confusion. A shadow of a grin appeared on his lips as he looked down at their hands, linked together. Taking notice of how small her hand was in his, and how soft it was compared to his own rough one.

"The nightmares" whispered Jesse, as if his words were a secret only meant for her to hear. "Ever since I was captured by Maul, it's felt like my nightmares are gaining more power, it's like unexplainable anxiety has gotten ahold of me but I can't shake it away. Every time I think I've gotten away from it, it takes hold again" quietly voiced Jesse, his honey eyes shimmering with hope she'd understand the fear, and hope she wouldn't think any less of him.

He'd been about to say something else when his attention turned to the static voice emanating from his helmet, his golden eyes glimmering with almost fear. Slowly Jesse lifted his helmet to put it on, his features appearing more serious as he did so, although he never spoke a single word. Instead, his body language changed the moment the words truly reached him, where he'd once been partially relaxed, he was now stiff, almost robotic, and cold. Even with his helmet hiding his face, (Y/N) knew something was different, she could tell the warm glow his eyes had, had been distinguished.

"Get to a shuttle, and leave" ordered Jesse, with staggered breaths, as if he was fighting against something. His voice was hard, cold but also laced with pain. For a moment he held a hand to the left side of his helmet, hovering over the temple as if he was nursing a sudden and serve headache. Then without another word, he ran off toward the bridge, leaving (Y/N) both confused and concerned. Even more so when the sound of blaster fire rang out from the direction Jesse had run off to. At first (Y/N) had convinced herself Maul had escaped, but soon realized otherwise upon a trooper running past her muttering about the traitor Ahsoka Tano.

"Trip" called (Y/N), catching the attention of the passing trooper, his helmet decorated in honor of Ahsoka. Trip stood before her as if she was his commanding general, although he didn't speak a word, instead waiting for her to regain the confidence to ask her obvious question. "What's going on?" squeaked the Civvi medic, as her attention fleetingly turned to the passing troopers, all of them seemed on a mission of some kind, determined to see their given task through to the end.

"Special orders from the Emperor, ma'am" robotically answered Trip, before running off to catch up with the group he'd been with before. (Y/N) couldn't help the shiver to rattle down her spine. Just as her confusion grew. The emperor? Who was that? What was going on? Why was everyone suddenly acting so weirdly? Why was Ahsoka suddenly branded a traitor? So many questions ran through (Y/N)'s thoughts, to the point she hadn't even realized she'd begun to move toward the docking bay, subconsciously doing as Jesse had ordered.

Just as she began to regain her own movement, she felt someone grab hold of her arm. Snapping her head around quickly to see Jesse's emotionless helmet. Not a word escaped him, as he began to walk at a quick pace towards the docking bay, pulling her along. He'd stop every now and again and order passing troopers to do something, but never let go of her. It was only when Jesse pulled her down a quiet corridor, did (Y/N) receive the final piece of the puzzle. In the form of Jesse muttering four words, as if he was trying to tell her what was going on without directly going against the programming.

"Good soldiers follow order" voiced Jesse, he never turned to face her, only tightening his grip when he felt her struggle against him.

"Fives" whispered (Y/N), remembering the friend she lost, remembering the conspiracy that surrounded him and Tup. How Fives had been so determined to prove something. "The inhibitor chip" shakingly commented the civvi medic, feeling the dread and fear grip at her stomach. Even more so when she remembered how all of it ended. How Tup had died so unexpectedly and Fives had been accused of attempting to assassinate the chancellor, all of it had been explained away as a virus. But (Y/N) hadn't believed it. Even less so when Kix suddenly disappeared.

*~* Ahsoka & Rex *~*

"We need to find (Y/N)" spoke Rex, looking around the small medbay, finding it unnerving that the friendly medic wasn't stowed away inside as she normally was. A lump of fear formed in his throat, as reality dawned on him. If (Y/N) wasn't in her medbay, then she was somewhere on the ship, wandering around and likely in danger. It was a coin toss on who posed more of a threat to the medic, the troopers who had befriended her, Jesse who loved her, or Maul, who was now on the loose and causing chaos and doing who knows what.

"She was with Jesse" announced Ahsoka, her eyes widening. Jesse had been on the bridge as the chaos had begun to unfold. After she'd gotten away and Rex had given out orders, neither of them had seen him. "He wouldn't hurt (Y/N) Rex. But I agree, we have to find her" added the former Jedi Commander, feeling the lump of dread form in her throat. Even she couldn't believe her own words, less so when she knew Rex wouldn't hurt her before the inhibitor chip triggered, despite their strong bond through friendship, he hadn't been able to fight the effects of the chip for long. Although long enough to direct her towards Fives.

"I wouldn't do anything to hurt you either but I also couldn't stop the chip from taking control" asserted the great Captain, as the two prepared to fight, both knew their objectives. They had to find a way off the ship and somehow find (Y/N) amongst the chaos. Neither wanted to think of the worst-case scenario, the one where (Y/N) too had been branded a traitor and executed or she'd been caught in the crossfire when the troopers aboard attempted to execute Maul. Instead, both chose to look on the bright side, both hoping (Y/N) had already gotten off the ship somehow, or at least had stayed hidden. Although neither could deny their gut feeling. Jesse had already gone back for her.

"She won't leave Jesse behind" uttered Rex, already suspecting getting (Y/N) to leave without Jesse was going to be an impossible task. Even more so when it was guaranteed she'd already worked out what was happening. (Y/N) was stubborn, to say the least, but passionate. Even General Skywalker had found out the hard way, it was impossible to get her to change her mind once it was made up.

Their situation turned dire the moment they felt the cruiser be ripped from hyperspace, both suspecting Maul had done something to sabotage the ship or if it wasn't Maul then it was (Y/N) doing what she could distract the troopers, likely to aid those who needed it. Upon learning the hyperdrive had been completely destroyed and the cruiser had become trapped in a moon's gravitational pull, the mission to get off the ship became a race against time. A race that only got harder the moment the bay doors opened to reveal the majority of the troopers aboard waiting for them. Jesse leading them, on the boxes near the shuttle was (Y/N) guarded by several troopers.

"You're a good soldier, Rex, and so are all those men down there. They may be willing to die, but I am not the one who is going to kill them" calmly spoke Ahsoka, her words gentle as if intended on soothing Rex's breaking heart. The two left the control center minutes later with a plan in mind, although they knew their plan had flaws in it. Jesse was the second in command, currently under the effects of the inhibitor chip and order 66, and, he was no fool.

The droids did as instructed, quietly making their way over to where (Y/N) was, one accessing the scomp data port, whereas R7, shocked the troopers guarding (Y/N). The civvi medic picked up one of the blasters and set it to stun, already determined she was going to help Ahsoka and now Rex escape the ship before it inevitably crashed. The moment the fight started and the lifts dropped to the maintenance deck, (Y/N) wasted little time in stunning the troopers closest to her position, preventing some of them from shooting Rex from behind. Despite her lack of training, (Y/N) jumped into action when Ahsoka tried to stop Maul from getting away in the shuttle. Stunning as many troopers as possible.

"Protect Soka, I'll help the droids" yelled (Y/N), as she ran to defend the droids, ensuring they could do their assigned tasks a little longer. She fired as many stun bolts as she could, refusing to hurt the troopers she'd come to call friends, even more so when she knew they weren't in control. It wasn't long before (Y/N) lost track of Rex and Ahsoka, although she took notice of the circular hole cut into the floor. Her attention soon turned back to the troopers heading in her direction, firing at as many as possible before they got to the droids. The pair of astromechs managed to raise the lifts again before being destroyed. (Y/N) herself taking a blaster bolt to the shoulder before losing her balance to the sudden quake to rip through the imploding cruiser.

Jesse had spotted her upon regaining his footing after being thrown off the maintenance lift, stalking her as if he was a predator hunting its prey. He'd lost one of his blasters during the chaos, the other one was on her, ready to fire without warning. Another explosion from the engines forced the ship to lose its stabilizers, throwing everyone to the port side. The force of it alone throwing both (Y/N) and Jesse into one of the partisan walls, forcing Jesse to lose his last blaster.

"Wake up Jesse. This isn't you" called (Y/N), reaching for his helmet, only to be thrown from the safety position when something exploded close by. She would have fallen to her death, had Jesse not grabbed onto her wrist. (Y/N) wasn't sure if it was from instinct or if he'd come to his sense as he pulled her back to the durasteel wall both had been thrown against.

"I told you to leave" whispered Jesse, pulling her close to him although refusing to allow her to remove his helmet. Refusing to allow her to see his tears. "Why did you stay?" asked the Arc Trooper, wrapping his arms around her, both knew their end was fast approaching, the only question being which would get them first. The crash, the ship imploding or the fires quickly approaching their position. Maybe the smoke would get them if they were lucky.

"I promised I wouldn't leave you again" quietly responded (Y/N), placing her head against Jesse's shoulder, accepting her inevitable death willingly. "At Kar'taylir Darasuum Cuyir At Kadala" she gently whispered, closing her eyes upon noticing how close the peaceful wings of death were.

"At Kar'taylir Darasuum Cuyir At Kadala" softly responded Jesse, holding (Y/N) a little tighter as he leaned his helmeted cheek against the top of her head. At least thankful he knew where she was when the end come. Just getting to hold his cyare one last time was enough for him to accept death. Even more so when he could do so free of the inhibitor chip's control. His only regret being he couldn't apologize to Rex and Ahsoka. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" whispered Jesse, as the cruise crashed into the surface of the moon before everything was swallowed by a fireball and suffocating smoke.

Masterlist

#star wars oneshot #star wars the clone wars #order 66 #ARC trooper Jesse #captain rex #Ahsoka Tano #clone wars season 7 #reader interactive #reader insert #medic reader #oneshot #Cross posted to AO3 #cross posted to deviantart #cross posted to wattpad #cross posted to quotev #set during order 66 #jesse x reader

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57sfinest · 3 months

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The ask you got about Jean and the anons mother (“your Jean post has me thinking about my mother in particular.”) reminded me of my father and how I interpreted Jeans actions.

My dad was emotionally abusive and distant because he was depressed from when I was 10 to present.

He developed his depression at age 20. Mine came in full force at age 9. I was also dealing with debilitating anxiety and a learning disability. When I was 12 I also started abusing drugs to cope with him.

My father mistreated my mother and I because of his depression. I grew up wishing he would divorce my mum or die already so we’d stop having to deal with him. I thought he was so selfish for not leaving or changing and for making it everyone else’s problem. I didn’t give a fuck that he needed help, especially cause he wouldn’t accept any. He wouldn’t even admit he had a problem.

So you’re me, age 12. You’re on speed, you haven’t slept in a days and haven’t eaten in a little under a week. Then this fucking guy is here, treating you like shit, treating your mum like shit, and he doesn’t even realise what a dick he is or what he’s doing to y’all cause he’s so caught up in his own head. You fucking hate this guy! You’re dealing with the same issues as him and more. You’ve tried to kill yourself! He’s not done that but he’s the subject of everyone’s concern because he’s loud and horrible about his issues. And you’re 12 and slowly falling into invisibility next to this cunt.

So now you’re still me, now age 20, and your dad is acting less horrible. You don’t trust him as far as you can throw him, but it’s slow progress so maybe you will.

But if I was in jeans position? Fuck no! I wouldn’t trust him! Yeah of course you realised you were awful to us then you conveniently lost your memory right after, that makes sense. You totally aren’t shirking responsibility just like you always have.

Then he seems like he’s being honest? I’d be so mad! You had to suffer for years and he just forgets it all like it was nothing? Fuck no! He can go fuck himself.

So yeah Jean is a dick. But I kinda get it. When people with issues (whatever they may be) don’t even realise they’re being shitty, or if they do they don’t admit it, it’s really easy to hate them, and there’s not a lot of reason to try and have sympathy for them, especially when you’ve spent a long time thinking of them as selfish for the way their issues manifest.

yeah and that's the thing, we can try to understand the cause of a character's behavior and even sympathize with it without necessarily condoning it, you know? i can definitely see where jean's behavior towards harry comes from, but that doesn't make it okay for him to be outright ableist and hypocritical, AND during a public confrontation to boot. jean was being shitty in a lot of ways in the ending and he topped it off with humiliation.

but i'm glad we have enough perspective on jean to understand where he's coming from when he acts this way. it turns him from a 2D caricature that just exists for us to hate to a real developed character who belongs in the setting and who has a distinguished, meaningful(ly bad) relationship with harry. and part of that is being able to look at him and go "yeah he's a complete asshole and the way he's acting isn't acceptable... but i do kinda get it"

#trust me i don't hate on jean for no reason #i really like him as a character and i enjoy considering exactly why he's Like This #however i can do that and like him and also know that he sucks absolute and total shit for the way he treats harry in the game #<3 #kiwipost #ask #personally i feel that i have earned the right to talk infinite shit about him because i first analyzed him as a character enjoyer

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@longagoitwastuesday I don’t have a definite interpretation but I think that Cathy’s ghost probably isn’t an entity that has motivations. She is more of a presence. Heathcliff yearns to see Cathy and he sees her everywhere but he also can’t:

“I could almost see her, and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning—from the fervour of my supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me! And, since then, sometimes more and sometimes less, I’ve been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal! keeping my nerves at such a stretch that, if they had not resembled catgut, they would long ago have relaxed to the feebleness of Linton’s. When I sat in the house with Hareton, it seemed that on going out I should meet her; when I walked on the moors I should meet her coming in. When I went from home I hastened to return; she must be somewhere at the Heights, I was certain! And when I slept in her chamber—I was beaten out of that. I couldn’t lie there; for the moment I closed my eyes, she was either outside the window, or sliding back the panels, or entering the room, or even resting her darling head on the same pillow as she did when a child; and I must open my lids to see. And so I opened and closed them a hundred times a night—to be always disappointed! It racked me! I’ve often groaned aloud, till that old rascal Joseph no doubt believed that my conscience was playing the fiend inside of me. Now, since I’ve seen her, I’m pacified—a little. It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!’”

(Chapter 29)

After he sees her corpse after Edgar’s death and especially after Hareton and Catherine’s romance, Cathy’s presence becomes stronger and stronger but he can never actually reach her. We know that he is seeing her ghost at the end of his life:

“With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease.

Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards’ distance. And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance suggested that idea. The fancied object was not fixed, either: his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away. I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food: if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim”.

“I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff’s step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan. He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.”

(Chapter 34)

So it is either:

1) He understood that he wouldn’t be able to reach her in life so he kind of willed himself to death in his last moments

2) He actually managed to reach her in his last moments and died of happiness/excitement

3) His pursuit of her required so much focus that he neglected nourishment and sleep and died naturally

Maybe a combination of all three?

So I don’t really think Cathy’s ghost is Lady Stoneheart, a zombie actively looking to kill Heathcliff for whatever reason. That being said Heathcliff also says that “She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me”, so the interpretation that she is a malevolent spirit is also certainly valid. Some people think the ghost was saving her daughter and nephew, distracting Heathcliff from disinheriting them. But I think she is probably a neutral motivationless supernatural presence driving him mad and eventually killing him.

#wuthering heights #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #ghosts

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eeunoia · 2 years

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ENHYPEN Series

teaser

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction so everything came from the author’s imagination. i give credits to the movie, darkest minds as it inspires me so much to write this!

note📎: honestly, i don’t know if I would really write this but let me know your thoughts! i hoped you like it and please don’t hesitate to send me asks and messages of what you think! i love reading them, thank you and stay safe!

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We were once treated and known as the future of our world. The ones that are expected to live and replace the old generation. But what happens if some of us, the children of the new generation, become different?

Will the world will still look at us the same way? Or will we become a threat?

Kids with the extraordinary abilities are put inside these labs to be observed and in order for them to control them to make sure they would be no harm to humanity.

PARADOX Organization, is a group of doctors and scientists that teamed up for this operation. The experts and best of the best that are most capable to handle these type of situations are all gathered for these study.

The more they study, the more they discovered and learned about these kids. Some of us are even gifted with such powers that human won't even able to explain.

But then the world started to see these kids as a threat. They feared us and our abilities.

“He’s too powerful. Soon we wouldn’t be able to control him. He will be a problem.”

“Then what do you suggest we do to them, Doctor?”

“Dispose them.”

To the time where colors ain’t just colors but ways to distinguish the level of how dangerous we are, it started to become complicated.

“He’s an orange. He’s very dangerous. Be cautious of him at all cause.”

“He’s just a child.” one doctor agrued with him. Honestly, he felt bad. These children suffered so much because of these experiments and now, they’re planning to kill them.

“You don’t know what he can do to you in a blink of an eye.” he was unable to talk.

The doctor was right. They may seem like normal children but no. They have unexplained abilities no normal human possess.

But that doesn’t also mean they should be the one who would decide whether they should live or not.

“Doctor?” Jungwon was confused as his attendant doctor woke him up one night. His whole room was dark and it’s almost impossible for him to see his doctor.

“Jungwon, you have to go. You don’t deserve to be caged here.” he whispered that made him furrow his brows right away.

“B-But Dr. Shin said I’m dangerous and that I’m not allowed to be out of this lab. He said I’m unwell.” he argued but his doctor seems to ignore whatever he is saying.

He started packing some of his things inside this bag before he held over his arm. When they met eyes, Jungwon quickly looked away, afraid that he will use his power over him.

“You’re safer outside than here, Jungwon. They’re planning to kill you.”

Jungwon couldn’t explain what he felt. His chest tightened as his mind went blank. He’s doing everything they are telling him because he said they can fix him.

“W-Why? They said they’re trying to fix me.” they both halted when they arrived at the end of the dark hallway.

The whole lab was silent. Like as if everyone is not present and gone somewhere. It was odd for Jungwon because he’s never been out of his room past his bedtime.

“There’s no fixing you, Jungwon.” He said in a low and apologetic tone.

He sighed and faced him before he grabbed his shoulders lightly. He leaned down to look at Jungwon’s face but again, the boy refused to make eye contact and looked away.

“They kept you here to check if they can use you in the future. But they realized your powers are too much for them to control.”

Jungwon lowered his head as he clenched his fist. Emotions slowly getting into him.

“I’m sorry, Jungwon. This is all I can do for you. Run away and hide.” he said and grabbed his fist and forcedly put something in it.

“There’s a hidden organization my wife had built. They can help you. If ever you’re in danger and that you need help, press this button.” he said and showed Jungwon a necklace with a pendant. Inside of it was a red button.

He was lost, confused and scared. He was just fifteen that time. Suddenly, the memory of his friends flashed back through his mind.

“W-Where are my friends?” he asked.

“They’re at the other labs. Don’t even think about getting them! Just save yourself.” he said and soon he pushed him over this hole. He said it leads towards outside of the lab.

“The whole organization is after us! Our faces are up front to all the people, it’s impossible to go somewhere without them knowing.” Jake said, a little frustrated.

“We know that already, Jake. But thanks for bringing it up for nothing.” Sunghoon muttered in a sarcastic tone that made Jake turned his head over at him.

“Are you being sarcastic to me now, huh?” he asked, his tone challenging. He walked towards Sunghoon as his eyes flickered the color blue.

“And if I am?”

Sunghoon smirked and tilted his head as a familiar tattoo appears at the lower art of his neck as his eyes slowly changed into the shade of gold. The two are ready to have a brawl when Heeseung stepped in between, creating a tall block of ice enough to keep them both away from each other.

“Would you two stop it? We already have a lot of problem. Injuring each other while the organization’s goons are after us won't be any good.” he said as the color grey slowly fades from his eyes. It made the two stop and turned against each other.

Jungwon watch all of them silently and sighed, “Heeseung is right. We have to conserve our energy. We need to be ready for anything that may happen.”

“Did you see what they did a while ago? They are really planning to kill us all right now. There’s no ‘bring them alive’ anymore.”

“What’s your plan?” Jay asked Jungwon.

They’ve been together ever since they escaped the labs they were in and so far, they noticed how well Jungwon had lead them up until this time. They’ve been through a lot and they've learned a lot. Their bonds are different now, it’s way stronger.

“We fight.”

All of them looked at Jungwon to check if he’s serious about what he just said.

“Jungwon, some of them are civilians.” you said in a low tone, worried that normal people that are working under the organizations may get hurt.

He turned his head over to you and smiled a little before he roamed his eyes at each and everyone of his friends--- No. His family.

“To die or to kill, we’ll fight together.” and his eyes reflects the color of orange, indicating the most dangerous color of them all.

Coming soon...

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redpenship · 1 year

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(part of buzzsaw dilemma chap 2)

Robotnik took the pencil and flipped one of the worksheets to the blank side. “Mobian and English look the same because Mobian adopted the Roman alphabet. We call this process romanization. Before this happened, there was no standard writing system among animals from different regions. Here, let me show you.”

He drew two different symbols side-by-side. One was square shaped, while the other was round and long.

“These symbols look different, but they are effectively the same word. The symbol on the left is from the Westside Island dialect, where it means ‘animal’ and sounds like Mobi-Nab. The symbol on the right is from South Island. It also means ‘animal’ and sounds like Mobi-Kuhn.” Robotnik wrote the phonetic spellings below the symbols. “The dialects are similar enough that anyone from the two islands can communicate verbally, but written communication used to be nearly impossible before the writing system was romanized. Do you understand why?”

Miles nodded. “Yeah. I wouldn’t be able to read anything from a different place.”

“Exactly. Using the alphabet built a bridge for written communication that wasn’t possible before,” Robotnik said. “English and Mobian simply use the same letters. Aside from a few loan words, the similarities end there.”

Part of the explanation piqued Miles' interest. “Loan words?”

With another sigh, Robotnik wrote two words on the paper. “Read those out loud to me.”

“Person and animal.” Miles had seen the words before in books, but he didn’t quite understand them. “What do they mean?”

“An animal is like a flicky. A person is like you.”

Miles frowned. “I thought I was an animal.”

“Yes, but also no. In the same way we distinguish an animal from a person, we must also distinguish humans from big animals like you. In these cases, you are a Mobian. Not an animal, not a human: Mobian. Do you understand?”

After some thought, Miles nodded. “I think so. And Mobians are people?”

“Correct. Mobians are people, too,” Robotnik said. “A person is smarter than an animal. You can read, and think in sentences, and use hard logic to solve problems. Animals can’t do that.”

Hm. Miles could understand the distinction, but he didn’t like it. It felt mean and unnecessary.

“I don’t see the point. Animals and people aren’t too different.”

Robotnik pointed to the two symbols for animal on the paper. “In Mobian dialects, the local variation of Mobi is used to refer to both people and animals. They do not have separate terms. Context is the only way to understand which one is being spoken about. That tends to get lost in translation—especially so in writing. The English words were introduced for the sake of clarity.”

In that case, maybe Miles could understand why the distinction was necessary. There were times when he meant to refer to little animals, and times when he meant to refer to bigger animals—Mobians—like himself. In these situations, having the words animal and person would probably make things easier to explain. It still didn’t feel right, but he could at least wrap his head around it.

“What’s the difference between Mobians and humans?” Miles asked. He didn’t know much about humans outside of rumours. They seemed to live quite differently from animals, so he’d always been curious about them.

Miles had expected a fast response like usual, but Robotnik took a few moments to think over his answer. He didn’t look confused, just . . . pensive.

Finally, he spoke.

“When I chose these islands as the starting point for my empire, I spent years learning everything I could about your species. There were a wide range of resources to study—humans have spent millions of dollars on research trying to understand the difference between us. I read just about everything I could get my hands on. Then I went to South Island to build my first base and realized everything I had learned was wrong.”

Curious, Miles scooted forward in his chair a little. “Wrong?”

“Yes, all wrong! Everything humans believe about Mobian society is either incorrect or greatly exaggerated." Robotnik crossed his arms with a huff. “All of our research is intent on making you seem as alien as possible. After I conducted my own research, I realized that we were more alike than I’d previously believed. There are differences between us, sure. But none of them are particularly meaningful."

Slowly, Miles nodded along to what Robotnik was saying. Humans had also seemed pretty alien to him, so it was good to know that they were mostly the same. They just looked a bit different from each other, that was all.

#nomalize using the word 'animal' in like three different ways #ANYWAYS the idea isnt that eggman is particularly progressive or anything #this is kind of an au within an au so he isnt exactly like game eggman #but the idea is that hes just smart. so he wouldnt build his empire on lies from other humans #fic: the buzzsaw dilemma #redposts #wip

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So the whole song/music thing is not actually proof of anything.

If you have read other books written by SJM, you start to notice her style of writing. Something that all her confirmed mated couples have in common is that the author uses musical and light references to describe their bond. Yes, perhaps the musical references mostly appear when the couple is intimate but similar references have been used when the couples are not. For example, in ToG, “Rowan made her magic sing. And maybe that was the carrangam bond between them but… her magic wanted to dance with his” and “… Aelin panted, speaking above the glorious roar of magic through her, the unbreakable song of her and Rowan…” It’s not a stretch if people wondered if Gwyn and Azriel could be mates after reading similar references to those of SJM’s mated couples (regardless if they were not having sex).

I am certain that if those words and references were used with Elain instead of Gwyn, we wouldn’t be divided on love interests. We would be able to reason with the possibility of Azriel and Elain being mates by comparing and making connections with mated couples that we’ve read about. Can you image though, the suspense and number of theories we’d have if Azriel thought he heard music around Elain or felt a spark in his chest because of Elain, yet she is mated to Lucien? We would have wondered if Azriel was right in questioning if the Cauldron was wrong.

On another note, I hope you don’t think all Gwynriels believe that Gwyn and Azriel are disgustingly in love at the end of the bonus chapter or at the end of ACOSF. I promise you that is not the case. Maybe you’ve had the bad luck of interacting with those trollish shippers, but the majority of Gwynriel shippers that I’ve interacted with believe that if Gwyn and Az are meant to be endgame, we will see their story develop in the future. As of right now, we are learning about Gwyn and seeing how the two interact with each other.

I've read all of her books, and, as a writer myself, i also know about repetition in writing--like using the same words and sentences and expressions. That's how WE as readers, recognise a writer's 'style'. The thing is, if you say, well, when Az heard the music, it's something romantic, but at the same time, Nesta heard exactly the same thing--and the wording was very similar. Something like, Nesta could've sworn she heard faint singing (early on, after she'd met Gwyn and they were in the library), then that's not romantic.

SJM wants us to pay attention to the music and singing that seems to emanate from Gwyn. It's repeated again and again, throughout the book. For example, Emerie doesn't have any such distinguishing characteristics, so nothing about her is repeated consistently. The singing is very specific to Gwyn. Her power rumbling in response to Nesta's is also very specific to Gwyn.

Going back to Azriel hearing Gwyn's song--in all instances of mates, the music between the souls is always mutual. Feyre did not hear the music and did not glow outside of Rhys, same with Nesta and Cassian, same with Bryce and Hunt. Aelin and Rowan were revealed as carranam before their love bond, and theirs was a special bond, because it's a bond of power and a bond of love. So they responded to each other in both instances. We knew early on that Rowan's magic and power aligned with and complimented Aelin's.

With Azriel, his own power, for example, did not respond to Gwyn's. There was no mutual pull, no mutual connection. In fact, we know that Gwyn specifically turned away to cut the ribbon, 'sizing it like an opponent' and did not look back at Az when he was leaving. So we know that she felt nothing at that moment.

However, between Azriel and Elain, we already know there is some type of connection and exchange of energies and powers, because he chose to give HER Truth-Teller, a Made weapon of great significance, that no one even touched before, let alone used it. Yet, he was like, here, flower girl, have it! No one thinks that's strange or significant? Furthermore, somehow, Elain 'stepped out of the shadows' when she killed the King.

You guys talk incessantly about this singing thing, where all he did was hear a song, yet, somehow, totally disregard one of the most pivotal moments in the trilogy, where Azriel gives his most prized and mysterious possession to Elain of all people, and she manages to kill the King with it. I don't know, that seems a lot more significant than him hearing a song in a bonus chapter. Again, if all of this was that important, why wasn't it in the book itself?

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Why was Moonjo so triggered when Jongwoo hung out with Seokyoon versus letting Jieun live and not being completely bananas about Jongwoo hanging out with her? Thoughts?

Hello, anon~💛

Well... In a word, because Seokyoon lived at Eden and was a good friend, while Jieun didn’t live at Eden, and wasn’t a good girlfriend.

Let me see if I can explain.

Eden was Moonjo’s main zone of influence, right? Jongwoo carried his influence whenever he left, and Moonjo followed him to other areas as well, but Eden was where it was concentrated, where it was stronger. Moonjo could mold that place however he saw fit. If he wanted it to appear to you as a nightmare, you wouldn’t be able to distinguish when you’re awake. If he wanted you believing you live inside an arena where your only options are kill or be killed, you'd start sleeping with a weapon under your pillow. His influence was at its most powerful at Eden.

Seokyoon, by initiating a friendship/alliance with Jongwoo, became a threat to that influence. His presence helped Jongwoo get a grip, be a little more anchored to reality than when he only had himself to worry about. They were on the same team and could depend on each other.

Seokyoon was someone Jongwoo could talk to, that would offer suggestions and support. As long as he had Seokyoon, Jongwoo didn’t need Moonjo. He had someone else to complain to. Someone to listen to him and for him to listen to. Someone who didn’t answer directly to Moonjo, who thought for himself. Someone who was, to Jongwoo, a reminder of the rules of the real world, a world that still existed outside of Moonjo’s territory (despite it being so hard to remember while living inside of it). Seokyoon had stolen Moonjo’s spot by Jongwoo's side, and was monopolizing his time when they were at Eden, making it considerably harder for Moonjo to get him alone. Seokyoon was, quite literally, on the way.

Jieun, on the other hand, was a distant figure, often absent, and didn’t offer any threat to Moonjo’s schemes. Of course, she was Jongwoo’s girlfriend, and Moonjo wasn’t happy to share Jongwoo’s attention, or about the influence she had over his thoughts/feelings. But it didn't take long for him to notice that their relationship was debilitated, and that Jieun only pushed Jongwoo closer to where Moonjo wanted him.

She was not a problem, the way Seokyoon was. She was an advantage on Moonjo’s side. He recognized he could make use of her, and it outweighed his desire to see her gone. That could wait! The priority was Jongwoo’s becoming.

As for why he let her live¹, I believe it was for the same reason he also let Jeonghwa and Mr. Ahn: Jongwoo would be in need of witnesses to testify on his behalf after Eden. The more of them, the better.

But, wait! Why wasn't Seokyoon one of the survivors, then, since he had witnessed firsthand what the residents did to Jongwoo? Well, he could have been, if he wasn't so nosy! His incapacity to just let things be and mind his own business was a risk to Moonjo's plans. He was investigating them, just like Jeonghwa, who Moonjo also wished to kill on early episodes for the same reason, but couldn't get rid of without immediately bringing attention to him/the residence. He couldn't do her harm without potentially compromising his project, but Seokyoon was a different case entirely, because no one but Jongwoo would be missing him if he suddenly disappeared.

¹If you’d like to go down a less practical, more sentimental road for Jieun's case: Moonjo could have let her live for Jongwoo’s sake.

If Jongwoo felt guilty for her death, it'd be harder to let her (memory) go later, than it must have been when she eventually rejected him after what happened at Eden.

It's hard to believe Moonjo would have done that out of the goodness of his heart, though, so you can interpret it with the intention of consequently making Moonjo's company look more appealing, since he, in contrast, wouldn't abandon Jongwoo for who he is.

#answered #strangers from hell #sorry to keep you waiting :( the answer only came to me last week (and then I had to figure out how to make it coherent for others ueghdfg)#thank you for the ask!! 💛💛

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The House of the Upside Down - 2

After leaving home, He goes looking for the human he saw through the mirror. The one with the yellow curls and sad eyes that made Him feel more fury than he’d ever experienced. His master wouldn’t like what He was about to do, but the only way to make sure the human was okay would be to go to the Other World.

But He didn’t end up where he wanted. He was in a forest but it was too warm and not familiar and strange and He can’t breathe-

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Hello again to my ST friends! If you remember, I made a moodboard for this Feral!Steve AU earlier this year, and I meant to publish this one around the same time but I wasn’t able to finish it ‘til now. Here’s a continued explanation of this AU (which turned out lengthier than I imagined because man do I have expansive ideas):

Steve, as part of his Upside Down powers, is able to glimpse into the other world through mirrors and he falls in love with Billy. However, because he’s adapted to the environment of the UD, he can’t breathe too well in this other world and collapses in the woods. As it turns out, Billy finds him and, though he’s freaking out about everything, he helps Steve return to the Upside Down through the same portal Steve created to get here.

Steve, however, is not about to let a little problem like breathing stop him, and he keeps trying to see Billy. It’s during one of these trips that he meets Eddie. However, since Steve can’t speak English, he has a hard time conveying his purpose to anyone, so Eddie’s very confused about who the hell Steve is. Like Billy, Eddie also helps Steve return to the Upside Down before Steve dies, and Steve is grateful and ends up visiting Eddie often, since Eddie’s trailer is so close to the woods.

And when Billy and Eddie inevitably start sharing weed and stuff like that, Billy comes over and learns that Eddie’s been bonding with Steve, to which Billy points out that Steve is protected by monsters and lives in a monster world and what the hell was Eddie thinking?! Eddie, however, points out that Billy knows the guy, too, so they’re both stuck keeping this secret and Steve’s actually very nice and friendly once you get to know him, and Billy reluctantly goes along with it.

It’s my thought that Steve falls in love with Eddie over time and he wants to add both of them to his pack as mates, but he remembers that Will had a hard time surviving the Upside Down and so he struggles to reconcile that he may never have the men he loves with him for long, and they may not love him back. But then he finds that his master, the Mind Flayer, has decided to invade the Other World and Steve finds himself anxious and nauseous for Billy and Eddie. He tries to point out the flaws in the MF’s plan, but another of the Mind Flayer’s advisors, Vecna the general, overrides Steve’s cautionary tales and even accuses Steve of treason. So Steve has to run away before he’s put under house arrest and ends up fleeing to the Other World. However, he goes through the new tunnel the MF’s been building, since he has no time to make a portal of his own, and ends up getting captured by the scientists at the Lab, who are very interested in his existence. They’re able to provide him with the air he needs, so he doesn’t choke up, and Steve panics because he meant to go see Eddie or Billy, not end up here.

When Billy ends up looking after Max, Eddie also goes along and so they both get dragged into the mess with the Upside Down when they track Max to the Byers’. It’s there that they learn that not only is the MF invading, it’s doing so very aggressively because the humans (which the MF does not distinguish between, so it sees everyone as part of the same unit of sorts) have taken its son, Steve, and it plans on making them pay for doing such a thing. Billy and Eddie can only imagine that the feral guy they’ve been bonding with is the ‘son’ the MF mentioned and so they’re really worried for their friend. They also have a hard time reconciling the new information of Steve’s ‘extended family’ with what they know of Steve.

Everyone at the Lab is doing no better. After Owens reveals that they do have another infected person there, the gang tries to get to Steve but he’s under tight security so they have no choice but to leave him behind after the doors are opened. It also prevents the Mind Flayer from getting to Steve, and so the being keeps getting angrier as the night progresses. When Hopper and El go back to close up the hole, they also make a small detour to get Steve out. El recognizes Steve as the one who looked after Will in the Upside Down the previous year and she knows that he has to go home, otherwise he won’t survive out here after getting cut off, since he was attached to the hive mind. So Hopper comes up with a solution: They hold Steve hostage in exchange for the Mind Flayer letting go of Will. It’s a bit hard to communicate but it works and Steve goes back to the Upside Down and then El’s able to close the portal.

Eddie and Billy don’t see Steve again for close to a year, not until he suddenly shows up at Eddie’s one night, covered in wounds. Eddie has no idea what’s going on but knows it isn’t good and treats Steve and becomes worried when Steve refuses to return home, even as he gets weaker because of the differing air.

Billy ends up getting involved as well and he and Eddie try to figure out a way for Steve to survive without going home while he heals, but it’s not easy. They have to settle on a bandana, which cuts down the air Steve breathes in, even if it’s not by much, and so it only buys them some time. They also wanna know why Steve suddenly showed up after the closing of the portal with so many injuries, but they can’t understand each other, so it’s hard for them to get an answer. Then S3 happens, though without Billy getting flayed, and Eddie and Billy are forced to get involved with S3 shenanigans. Eddie ends up going into the Russian base with Dustin, Erica, and Robin, and Billy helps El, Mike, Max, Will, and Lucas figure out that something’s going down in Hawkins. It’s because of this that neither of them are able to look after Steve for long, though Billy’s able to do so more than Eddie is because of how Eddie gets stuck and Billy’s left spending the night at Eddie’s trailer with Steve. However, Steve’s slowly getting worse and Billy wishes he knew why because he feels so useless, unable to do anything to help Steve.

When he ends up going to the Mall with the others, Billy and Eddie feel a wave of cold fear wash over them as they realize that the Key under Starcourt isn’t the only portal that needs closing. There’s still the tiny portal in the woods, the one Steve used to get into this world. There’s no way they can cut off the Mind Flayer completely if they don’t close that hole too. So Eddie makes it his job to take care of Steve while Billy goes with the others to help take down the Meat Flayer. They do have a private moment together, though, because the two metalheads have come to care a lot about Steve and each other, having found comfort in one another after S2 and forging love with Steve as they took care of him since he arrived. It’s not easy for Billy or Eddie to throw Steve back into his world, but they know, like El, that Steve stands no chance of survival if the portal is closed and he’s not in the Upside Down.

Eddie ends up moving Steve, even as Steve still refuses to go home. He doesn’t understand a lot of what Eddie says, but he knows where they’re going and he struggles not to go. He tries to tell Eddie why it’s a bad idea but he doesn’t understand Steve and all he hears is shrieking and screaming. It breaks Eddie’s heart to see Steve so scared and still so hurting, but it’s better this way, isn’t it?

“It’s gonna be okay, Stevie.” Eddie promised, “Billy and I love you, okay? It’s why we’re doing this for you.” And even though Steve doesn’t understand a lot, he understands ‘Billy,’ ‘Eddie,’ and ‘Love,’ and so he stops struggling. His last act before going back through the portal is to kiss Eddie and struggle out his own sentence, his first words in English and Eddie’s heart absolutely breaks.

“Love...Eddie. Love...Billy.” And then Steve’s gone and the portal seals up and Eddie’s left crying on the forest floor.

Hopper survives (we don’t get the S4 Russia storyline), Joyce stays (avoiding the whole thing with Brenner, thanks), and Billy and Eddie start dating. But when S4 starts and kids start dying, the two can’t help but think of Steve and wonder if this is retribution for what they did to him, if this is Steve’s revenge. They soon get an answer when Steve shows up again, going through the portal left behind at Chrissy’s death. Steve’s scarred up a bit and is definitely cradling a broken arm, but it’s still Steve. Eddie and Billy take him into a gentle hug and Steve purrs at the love and warmth from them.

He’s been practicing his English, so he’s able to better explain what’s going on: Last time, he’d been on the run from Vecna’s forces. Vecna, in between S2 and S3, had taken the world from the MF’s control as a royal usurper. And since Steve was the Mind Flayer’s official heir, Vecna tried to kill Steve, resulting in all the injuries that he had in S3. Steve’s been surviving and running since then, trying to take his world back from Vecna with his own small force of rebels, but it hasn’t been easy. He’s also been keeping tabs on the Other World through the mirrors, causing him pain whenever he sees Billy or Eddie but at least he knows they’re okay. However, when Vecna decided to start making portals to the Other World by killing people, Steve decided to take a chance and go to get help. Or, at the very least, warn Billy and Eddie of what was going on so they wouldn’t get killed.

(Not really sure how S4 ends, other than Eddie survives, but now you have the gang working together with Feral!Steve and his small army of rebel Demogorgons, Demodogs, and Demobats to fight Vecna and after everything settles and the world doesn’t end, the guys try to find ways so that they can stay together and nobody dies from the different types of air they breathe)

#my post #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #mungrove #harringroveson #metal sandwich #long post #AU #moodboard

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ecargmura · 9 months

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Hirogaru Sky! Precure Episode 28 Review - Exciting Ageha Focus

This was a good Ageha-focused episode while also being about Ellee. I did like learning more about Ageha given that while her goal of being a nursery school teacher is shown, there wasn’t more about her background until this episode. Ellee also gets a bit more characterization in this episode. Let’s dive into my review!

Ageha is revealed to have two older sisters who are famous models in the city; even Mashiro is a fan of them. The eldest Maria is also an upcoming actress while the middle sister Kaguya is also a fashion designer who launched her own brand. The reason why they have different last names is that Ageha’s parents divorced when she was young; her father took Maria and Kaguya while her mother took her. Mashiro said that while she knew Ageha had sisters as she had told her, she wasn’t aware they were the famous Saotome sisters until now; the divorce happened before Ageha met Mashiro.

Divorce is usually a topic that’s portrayed in a negative light in media, but in this case, it’s shown more on a positive note? Like, yes, it did affect Ageha a bit as a child, but she and her sisters were still able to make it a positive experience by meeting up occasionally and being supportive of each others’ paths. They don’t let it get to them and still try their best to live life excitingly. While this topic doesn’t get mentioned too often in this episode, I did like how the writers didn’t go their way to make it a depressing episode and make Ageha weak-hearted. She’s a strong person with a goal.

Ageha did some amateur modeling in middle school, but chose the path of a nursery school teacher instead of going into entertainment and fashion like her sisters. My only gripe with this episode is not showing when Ageha decided on this goal. I know that spending time with Mashiro as a kid could be a factor, but it’s not specified when this dream of hers started. I did want to know the root of this goal, but maybe that’s for another episode? I do have a feeling it won’t be addressed, though. However, she did show why she has talent in child education as she calmed Ellee who was getting nervous from stage fright.

Maria and Kaguya are very cool characters. I do like that all three sisters have purple eyes, just so that their being related can be easily distinguishable. Ageha and Maria share the same hair color while Kaguya and Ageha have the same eye shape! They’re both kind and supportive of Ageha. I can also see their charisma and why girls love them so much. However, the biggest scene stealer in this episode is their manager Kako. I like him a lot! He’s flamboyant and can see talent. While he was disappointed that Ageha wouldn’t continue modeling, he did see modeling potential in Ellee. I do like how important Kako is to Maria and Kaguya with how they looking for him and wanting him to leave together with them before they got targeted by the Ranborg.

Speaking of Ellee, she’s being more of a spoiled child. It’s not a bad thing for all children are spoiled one way or another. The fact that she’s being picky with her clothes is reminiscent of how picky she was with her shoes back in Episode 13. Seeing her like the dress Kaguya designed for her children’s line was a bit too convenient. But hey, at least she looks cute in that dress. The fact that Ellee got stage fright at the runway was actually understandable. She’s a child and she never saw so many people in her life so it’s to be expected that she gets scared and anxious. I do like how Ageha calmed her down and such. Also, I liked how she fiercely rejected the shirt Sora picked out; that was funny.

Minoton is still a very charismatic villain as he told the audience to run away before they get hurt. It’s a nice touch to see villains that concern with people’s well-beings. I do notice that Minoton always does things to protect himself from heat. Back in Episode 26 had Minoton use a fan. This time, he is drinking out of a water bottle. I do like how reflective this is to reality as it is gosh too darn hot these days! Minoton advises you to stay hydrated and I agree! Stay hydrated!

It was nice learning more about Ageha as I do feel like she did get the least amount of development episodes of the four. Hopefully, this will be the opportunity to have more Ageha-centric episodes in the future. Next week’s episode seems to be a Sora-focused episode, so I’m excited as we haven’t had a Sora focus in a while. What are your thoughts on this episode?

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026: The Great Machine, Parts 1 & 2: On the Road, and The First Night

Neopronouns: xe/xim/xis/ximself, ze/zim/zis/zimself, li/lia/lias/liaself

All three sets follow the same rules as he/him/his/himself:

Replace he with xe, ze, or li

Replace him with xim, zim, or lia

Replace his with xis, zis, or lias

Replace himself with ximself, zimself, or liaself

EX:

"He is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as he gets a fence set up around his yard so the puppy can go outside without him having to walk it. His uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting him use, since he lost his.”

Becomes:

"Xe is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as xe gets a fence set up around xis yard so the puppy can go outside without xim having to walk it. Xis uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting xim use, since xe lost xis.”

“Ze is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as ze gets a fence set up around zis yard so the puppy can go outside without zim having to walk it. Zis uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting zim use, since ze lost zis.”

“Li is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as li gets a fence set up around lias yard so the puppy can go outside without lia having to walk it. Lias uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he’s letting lia use, since li lost lias.”

A partial set of alternate first person pronouns are also used, with each instance of “I” replaced with “Dy”.

= = =

026 The Great Machine, Part 1: On the Road:

“Please state your name for the record.” the voice came from the intercom higher up the wall, sounding like this was a script they’d read many times.

“Uh, I’m Veyk.” Veyk said, not sure where xe was supposed to be looking. There was what xe’d assumed from a distance was a window in front of xim, but it was just a ledge sticking out of the wall. No glass or sliding panels. Xe decided that looking at the intercom was probably xis best bet.

If they had an intercom, and they knew xe was out here, they probably had cameras too. “Am I in the right place? I was looking for - -”

“Please state your full name for the record.” The voice sounded like this was something they had to say a lot too.

“Full name? I - -” Veyk stared up at the intercom, bewildered. “It’s just Veyk. I don’t know what you mean by full name.”

“Your full name would potentially include your family name, clan name, village name, or any other names that are used to identify you and to distinguish you from others with your personal name, including titles. If you’re from beyond Clade’s Edge - -”

“Yes!” Veyk interrupted, relieved to hear a familiar term, “I only just crossed the border a few days ago. I was told to go to Bricklayer, a crier that came to the territory promised me a job working on the Great Machine. He said he would send word ahead of me, so they’d know I was coming.”

Normally, xe would never travel so far just to find a paying job, but the crier had promised that the pay would be more than xe could ever dream of finding elsewhere, and food, lodging, and medical services would be supplied at no extra cost, to both the worker and any family members they brought with them.

Veyk had left Xaurec, Aryl, and Kanta back at the camp they’d slept at last night while xe went ahead to investigate the wall that cut through part of the valley, hoping they’d already reached their destination.

None of them had ever left the territory before, let alone gone as far as Bricklayer, but the crier had assured them that if they followed the eastern rode, they wouldn’t be able to miss it.

Well, they’d followed the road this far, and the wall here stuck out like a sore thumb. Surely, this had to be the - -

“If you’re trying to get to Bricklayer, you have to follow the road another fifty miles east. This is Brox, we aren’t part of the Coalition for the Great Machine. You can enter the city once we register you, and spend the night at open ports, but it won’t be free.”

Veyk hesitated. “Are kelwyn allowed in?” Xe finally asked, thinking xe already knew the answer, but hoping for a pleasant surprise. Most of the people within the clade didn’t hide the fact that they hated people from beyond the edge, and they especially hated kelwyn. The crier had promised that things weren’t like that in Bricklayer, but this wasn’t Bricklayer.

“Yes…”

Veyk heard a ‘but’ in there. It was obvious that while technically legal, kelwyn weren’t actually welcome.

And you know what? Xe didn’t even really want to stick around to find out the details.

“Well, I’ll just be going, then.” Xe said abruptly. Xe needed to get back to the others and let them know they’d be staying out on the road at least another two days. They had plenty of supplies, but they would have to make it to the next camping spot before nightfall, and xe’d already wasted time on this fruitless endeavor.

“I’ve heard that things are better in Bricklayer!” The voice called out as xe began to walk away, “Good luck!”

Veyk just rolled xis eyes, and began the jog back to the main road.

= = =

026: The Great Machine: Part 2: The First Night

“Hey guys, say hi to our new digger, Veyk! Xe just moved here from past Clade’s Edge, and xe came all this way just to work on the Great Machine with us, so I know you’ll all give xim a very warm welcome, isn’t that right, Lern?”

One of the people scattered around the fire in the middle of the camp threw their arms into the air and protested, “I didn’t even do anything yet!”

“Exactly!” Kvalic slashed a wing through the air for emphasis. “Keep it that way!”

Veyk wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed or amused. Kvalic hadn’t mentioned anything about a troublestarter on the walk over. Xe wasn’t sure how seriously xe was supposed to be taking this interaction. Did Lern actually do something wrong with past workers, or was this just some sort of inside joke?

“Uh, should I be worried?” Xe asked hesitantly, keeping xis voice low so only Kvalic could hear.

But instead of giving a serious answer like xe hoped, Kvalic just laughed loudly, and lightly slapped xis shoulder with a wing, cackling, “Only if you like fish!”

This caused a scattering of laughter from some of the other workers, except for Lern, who continued to protest their innocence in what sounded like genuine grievance.

Veyk was glad xe was wearing a mask to keep out the dust and night insects, because it meant xe didn’t have to keep the annoyed scowl off xis face.

If these people were going to be this annoying the whole time xe was working with them, xe had the feeling xe wouldn’t be working here long.

Kvalic abruptly turned and left without any further conversation or warning, apparently deciding that that was enough of an introduction that zis job here was done, leaving Veyk standing awkwardly at the edge of the circle, with no idea what to do next.

There were at least three different species of people here, none of whom were even the same species as Kvalic, and Veyk had no idea what kind of etiquette they would expect from xim.

Fortunately, one of them decided to take pity on xis clear confusion, and came over to greet xim properly, stepping over other people’s assorted legs and tails and lounging bodies to join xim at the edge of the circle while the rest of them went back to talking amongst themselves.

They were another quadruped, but unlike xim, they had two pairs of arms, not just one. Their legs were in the middle of their body, with the front pair hending backwards, and the back pair bending forwards, with a matching set of arms in front of and behind them.

From what xe could tell just by looking, they appeared to have hard, chitin like armour like an insect, instead of fur, feathers, scales, bark, or skin.

Most of their body was orange, with thick, lighter yellow stripes on the back of their thorax, and smaller light yellow spots on their abdomen. The top parts of their arms and legs were grey-brown, and their hands, lower legs, and feet were bright yellow, reflecting back the light of the fire whenever they moved. Their head sat at the front of their body on a short neck, and was shaped like an oval, with a single large, orange eye at the front, two depressions that might have been ears or a nose on the sides, and mandibles for a mouth.

“Hello,” They said, sitting down in front of xim and holding out both of their front hands in a familiar greeting. Xe copied them gratefully, sitting down in the tough grass and reaching forward with xis fronds.

Theirs were smaller than xis, with three appendages tipped with long, hard claws, in sharp contrast to xis six flexible tendrils. Since xis fronds were softer, xe placed xis on top of theirs, and they touched them together for a moment before pulling back.

Nothing exciting happened, which xe’d been expecting, but surprisingly, there was a slight tingle on the tips of xis tendrils, indicating that at least some sort of transference had happened, just not enough to tell anything by, at least on xis end.

“My name’s Veyk.” Xe said, not sure how much information they’d gotten out of that, “I’m phaen, and I go by xe, xim, xis, and ximself. What about you? I’m sorry, our chemicals aren’t compatible enough for me to have gotten any information.”

The quadruped opened their mandibles wide in what xe recognized easily as a friendly smile. “My name is Oleili Tevisi, and you can call me Oleili, it’s my personal name. I am liavnu, and I go by li, lia, lias, and liaself. It’s nice to meet you, Veyk. I’m sorry Kvalic seems to have abandoned you, ze does that with everyone. Ze seems to think that being dropped into a situation without help is the best way to learn, which is why it’s a very good thing ze isn’t in charge of anything except giving new hires the tour.”

“And just for the record!” A voice called out from the circle that Veyk recognized as Lern’s, “I’m not going to eat you, no matter what Kvalic else says! Ze’s just joking, and don’t know how to convey it!”

“No,” Another voice piped up, “Dy’m pretty sure at this point ze just refuses to learn.. Dy’ve been here since the start and Dy tried to teach zim when Dy first met zim, and no matter how many times Dy explain it to zim, ze never listens. Ze doesn’t want to learn, ze thinks we should all just be able to magically tell when ze’s joking and when ze’s being serious.”

Yeah, that fit with what Veyk had seen of Kvalic so far. Xe shook xis head in exasperation. “Doesn’t ze know how hard it is to read the tone and body language of an unfamiliar species?”

“Yes,” Oleili said, “But ze doesn’t care. Ze thinks its everyone else’s problem. There have been many complains to zis superiors, but no one ever does anything. We have a theory that ze’s a favorite sibling of one of the council members, but no one knows for sure.” Li stood, gesturing with lia head towards the crowded circle. “Enough about our annoying boss. Come sit with us, we can all properly introduce ourselves, and you can get something to eat. You get your first rations on the first full day you work, so you’ll get yours tomorrow, but we always pool ours, and there are plenty to go around.”

Li lead the way, and xe followed, grateful that the other workers were considerate enough this time to pull their legs and tails and other appendages out of the way so xe could walk past them without worrying about stepping on anyone.

They’d all arranged themselves in circles around the stove in the middle of the clearing, with smaller people close to the fire and larger people in the back, though it didn’t seem to be a universal rule. Some people were sitting on the dirt or grass itself, some were sitting on blankets, and a few had cushions.

Oleili led xim to an open space in the middle where li had been sitting on a dark green blanket, and someone threw a cushion so that it landed right in front of Veyk. Xe jumped in surprise, then called in the general direction it had come from, “Thanks!” right as another cushion flew through the air and slammed into xis face.

It was heavy enough to knock xim to the ground, and the shock of it left xim dazed for a few seconds, trying to figure out what had happened and why xis face and shoulder suddenly hurt.

The camp was suddenly humming with thunderous vibrations, but xe couldn’t figure out what anyone was saying past the dull throb in the side of xis head where it had hit the dirt.

Xe pushed ximself upright, lifting a frond to xis face to make sure xe wasn’t bleeding, and found ximself staring into Oleili’s single large eye, wide with concern, less than a few inches from xis face. Xe jerked back instinctively, and felt the fragile metal of xis hearing-aid dislodge even further.

Oleili backed up a bit to give xim more space, and lia mandibles opened and closed, but xe couldn’t make sense of it. Li didn’t have lips for xim to read, and even if li did, xe didn’t speak the language, and without xis hearing-aid and translator, xe couldn’t hear or understand what anyone was trying to say.

Xe guessed that li was asking if xe was okay, and lifted both xis fronds to reassure li, and did xis best to say clearly, “I’m okay, my hearing-aid just got knocked loose, I can’t understand you, I have to fix it first.” Xe could feel it inside xis ear, the two main pieces knocked out of the base. They were all connected with tiny wires that were rooted in xis skull, so there wasn’t any danger of them falling out of xis ear entirely, but xe had to fix them before xe would be able to hear or understand anyone that didn’t speak the sign-language xe'd grown up with.

Most of the other workers had gotten to their feet and gathered around Veyk, as well as another person further back in the crowd that xe couldn’t see past the gathered people, probably the person who’d thrown the second cushion. Veyk was giving them the benefit of the doubt and assuming that hitting xim in the face had been an accident.

Oleili was trying to talk to xim again, moving lia mandibles and gesturing with lia hands in a way that meant nothing that xe could understand.

But there should be nothing stopping lia from understanding or hearing xim, so xe said again, enunciating as best xe could when xe couldn’t hear the sounds xe was making, “I’m not hurt, but my hearing-aid was knocked loose, and I have to get my friend to fix it for me. Can you show me the way back to the main entrance? They’re not a worker, they're just visiting, so they’re camped outside. I’ll know my way from there, I just don’t remember how to get back to the entrance. Can you show me?”

Trying to speak out loud when xe couldn’t hear what xe was saying was always hit or miss. Xe couldn’t tell if xe was speaking too loudly, or not loudly enough.

Oleili seemed confused, but after a moment li deliberately nodded lia head, then glanced over lia shoulder to say something to the rest of the crowd.

Then li turned back to Veyk and gestured for xim to turn around, so xe did so, heading back towards the spot where Kvalic had left xim at the entrance to the clearing as the crowd parted to let xim pass without issue, many of them looking concerned.

Xe resisted the urge to sigh as Oleili moved past xim to lead xim down the correct path. The annoyance wasn’t directed at lia though.

This was a frequent issue with xis hearing-aid, and finding a solution was one of the reasons xe’d decided to come all this way to Bricklayer and work on the Great Machine.

The the main reason was that the surgeons in Bricklayer were probably the only people within a year’s journey that could perform the surgeries that Aryl and Xaurec needed. Veyk had gotten xis years and years ago, before the town surgeon had passed away.

The other reason was that Kanta was looking for mates for the first time, and wanted the good luck that came with pairing with people who lived far away. Especially if xe could convince some of them to return with them when they went back to their territory, and bring their luck with them.

Hopefully some of that luck would rub off on Veyk so that xe could find someone besides Xaurec who could fix xis hearing-aid for xim. Or so that xe would be able to find someone who could permanently stabilize it sooner rather than later. Or maybe just someone who was smart enough to build an entirely new one from scratch.

The scientist who had created it for xim had disappeared just as abruptly as he had appeared, dashing all over the territory with his companion like a kaliba that had broken into the stores of fermenting fruit. Veyk didn’t even know his name, he’d just called himself a doctor without elaborating further. Veyk didn’t know where he was from, who he was related to, or where xe could find him again.

Maybe he would be here, working on the Great Machine, but he had disappeared so quickly that Veyk wasn’t going to get xis hopes up. Maybe xe would never see him again, and would just have to hope that xe could find someone else who knew how to work the hearing-aid enough to fix it.

It obviously hadn’t been designed for twoqi use, unless whoever had designed it had wanted it to be so obnoxious and inconvenient that at times Veyk was tempted to rip it out and throw it into the creek.

And oh, how convenient. There was a creek that ran parallel to the path Oleili was leading xim down now, lia orange markings seeming to glow in the darkness. Xe could rip the darn thing out of xis ear and chuck it in to be swept away if xe wanted to.

But…xe wasn’t quite that annoyed with it just yet.

Xaurec could fix it for xim tonight, and tomorrow... well, tomorrow was xis first day of labor, so xe would have to wait and see what exactly that entailed before making any final decisions.

Until then, xe followed Oleili into the deepening night, hoping things would be better in the morning.

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