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shinybrownkxs · 2 months

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drinking party.

What the fuck?

You both fumbled and crashed as you felt your back hit the hall with a thud. You’re praying to god that your neighbors aren’t at home or at least deep ass fucking sleepers. Josiah was leaving a slew of hot, wet kisses down your neck and cleavage. You hadn’t even noticed he already had your shirt off and currently working to get your pants off as well.

How’d you even get here?

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Oh right, boss’s treat.

Gary decided that out of the goodness of his heart and a token of his gratitude that everyone was to go out drinking. You refused, but Gary gave you a mean glare signally that this was mandatory. You were silently cursing the damn man in your head when you felt a gentle nudge to your side.

“Wanna sit together? I uh don’t really care for these sorta things either.” Josiah gave you a half smile and you felt reassured. At least you’d have someone there to talk to and it wouldn’t be so bad right?

Wrong.

This shit was fucking ass. A deep scowl was present on your face as Gary and your other coworkers bellowed and were hyena-screeching their asses off. What the fuck did Gary say that was soooo funny? He’s not no Kevin Hart that’s for damn sure. You scoffed and threw back the shot laid in front of you, rolling your eyes before turning to Josiah. His face was flushed and was radiating with heat. Was he a lightweight? You didn’t drink a lot but you could hold your own and get down a good amount of alcohol. The dizziness was light, you were drunk but not shitfaced. As opposed to Josiah who stumbled when he got up. Think it was time to take him home.

“Hey Gary-“ You cleared your throat. To your dismay, he looked up and ignored you. Fucking dick. A sigh of frustration fell from you and your helped Josiah get steady on his feet. He looked at you. Eyes glossy, his whole body was red. That was cute. Real cute.

“ ‘M going home?” He slurred his words, breath heavily laced with whatever the hell he was drinking. You already had an uber on the way, nodding as you both walked to the door.

“Gotta get you in bed, you’re drunk.” You and Josiah were close pals and he’s been over to your place a couple of times to just kick back or vent about the times were Gary has been a major fucking asshole, so you’d figured you’d take him back to your place and have him sleep on the bed, while you slept on the couch.

The uber back home was fairly tame with Josiah rambling about his video games and new pranks that were brewing in his little head. You felt your drinks fucking with your head now. You felt sluggish and were laughing a little harder, a little louder at the jokes Josiah was saying. He also cackled along with you. Two drunkards having a ball in the back of an uber.

The door was pushed open with a loud creak, you both stumbled into your warm, inviting home.

“Hey Josiah you want some wat-“ You felt lips crash against yours and that’s how you got into the situation you were in now.

Now here you were. Shirt off, pants falling down and Josiah littering his love bites down your breasts and neck.

“Been wantin’ to do this. Never thought you’d let me in.” He hands roughly groped at your breasts, rolling your pebbled nipple between his long fingers. Your mind has hazy and your legs buckled at husky voice. Something hard pressed against your clothed core, a hiss coming from the man before you. Your hands were tangled up in his brown locks, fingernails lighting scraping against his scalp causing him to groan at your actions. A hand was shoved between your legs and your felt nimble fingers dancing along your clit making your knees buckle; thank god Josiah was there. His arm wrapped firmly around your middle as he toyed with your little bundle of nerves.

“Any other time I woulda had ya prepped, but I can’t wait. M’sorry for being selfish.” You couldn’t care less. With how much slick you were producing to the point where you were sure this shit was dribbling down the poor man’s hands, you were surprised he didn’t already have his cock deep in your tummy. Josiah’s belt hit the floor and unzipped his pants, opting to just pull his cock out through his underwear than taking everything off. He was big and pretty. Veins danced along his shaft, brown pubes nestled neatly at the base, with a angry read mushroom head to top it all off. He was dripping with precum. He used your arousal to wet his cock and before he could put it in you stopped him.

“Can we at least..can we at least do this on the bed?” You spoke just above a whisper. He groaned.

“Now?” His cock throbbed and Josiah didn’t think he could wait any longer. He’s been wanting a piece or just a sliver of you for a while. He couldn’t deny you were an attractive woman. The way you carried yourself so confidently. You always smelt good. Always. And the rare chances he got to touch you, you were so soft. So warm. There was no waiting. With a grunt, he let you drag him to your bedroom. Josiah pushed you face first onto the bed and lifted your ass up.

“ I ain’t waiting no more.” He bottomed out in you within seconds, cock nestled firmly against your cervix. Your eyes rolled and your body shook tremors underneath him. He was so big. You felt so full. You heaved for air as the literal wind got knocked out of you.

“Fu..Fuck. If I known you felt this good I would’ve made a move on you AGES ago.” He rolled his hips, the drag of his cocks against your velvety walls making his head spin with delight. And he got to work. He has his hand on your lower back pushing you into a deep arch, your hands tangled with your sheets and shaking with how hard you gripped them. Your moans bounced along the walls and echoed around you. His pace was unforgiving and relentless, watching his cock disappear inside your tight little hole. Your cunt was greedily sucking him in, almost as if it was begging for more. Begging for him to use you and that’s just what he did. He propped his leg up and used both hands to hold onto your waist. His cock sank back into its rightful home and setting the pace once again.

“Josiah! Fuck…you…oh fuck..” You slurred, drilling lazily dripping down your cheek as you felt his balls collide and slap against your clit with the roll of his hips. Your eyes were fluttering shut as all you could do was take him like you were a fleshlight.

“Fucking. Pretty. Bitch. Taking my cock so well, huh?” His voice cracked, each word accompanied with hard thrusts to your core, only causing you to cry in pain and pleasure. “Been wanting to fuck you stupid like this for so…fucking…long.” You glanced back at him just for your heart to skip a beat. His lips were pulled back into a snarl and his teeth were barred, strands of hair sticking to his forehead which was beaded with sweat. His jaw went slack as he let out a moan, feeling you clench around him at the sight. He was watching you. Not you exactly, but your body. You were so pliable underneath him. Your eyes clapped against his hips with his heavy thrusts and your legs shook in earnest; he was eating this up. You were making him crazy. Josiah wasn’t letting you go after this, no fucking way.

“Josiah..please..” He twitched at your begging and he was hunched over you, whispering into your ear.

“Whatcha need, pretty girl? Talk to me. Let Daddy know what you need?” Daddy? Oh fuck. You groaned, tightening around him so deliciously once again.

“Rub..” You wheezed out barely managing to speak with the way his was fucking your mind into oblivion. You guess he got the hint because he started feverishly rubbing circles on your clit, cock still hitting deep inside your sopping cunt. Your body seized and a scream ripped through your throat followed with a sob, you came hard. White flashing in your vision, the coil snapping in your stomach. You gasped as he fucked you through your high, he swears up and down he could’ve cum to the sight before him. You falling and coming undone because of his hands. Because of Josiah. He rutted against you, tongue out, drooling dribbling down onto your back. He chased after his own orgasm.

“Gonna cum..Fuck, baby where do you want it.” He asked, not having much time left but at least he had half the mind to asked. Through your cock-drunken haze you managed to answer. An answer that had him cumming hard.

“Wanna feel you cum in me, Josiah.”

“Oh fuuuuuuck…” His head tilted back and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He buried is cock deep inside you, flush against your cervix as he dumped his cum into your pussy. He withdrew himself and sat back on his haunches, watching your lower half collapse onto the bed. It was silent in the room except for the heavy breathing.

“M..” You whimpered and Josiah leaned in to hear you better.

“More…” You rasped, body twitching.

More? You wanted more? Even after that powerful orgasm, your sense were high and you craved for that feeling once more.

“Are you fucking serious?” He snapped and flipped you over, your back against the sheets as you peered up through your lashes to look at the man. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was red. “Are you really asking for a round two?” You felt ashamed until you realized he was hard, already stroking and palming his cock.

“Yess…” You whined. “Give it to me…Want more.” Josiah scoffed and watched his cum leak out of your cunt, shoving to fingers inside of you forcing the cum back to where it came from.

“You greedy fucking whore.” He spat. “You want more yet you’re leaking out the precious gift I gave you, huh? You’re so fucking needy.” With a hiss, he was already burrowing his cock back in your pussy. A loud cry tumbling from your lips. “ Well if it’s more you want…” He slowly withdrew his cock from your warm cavern, only leaving the tip inside. His lips pressed against the shell of your ears.

“Then that’s what you’ll fucking get.” He slammed back into you, knocking your head against the headboard. Legs thrown over your shoulder as you punished you with powerful thrusts, leaving you absolutely breathless.

“Oh my…oh my fucking god. Josiah…Josiah.” His name falling from your mouth like a prayer, a mantra, like it was the only thing you know. Your thighs were pressed against your chest as you looked up to see Josiah grinning down at you, arms gripping the headboard tightly.

“Take it all, you dumb fucking bitch.” The blunt head tapping your sweet spots over and over, leaving you blank. Head empty. Your mouth was shaped into a perfect little ‘o’ as you felt a warm hot liquid slide down your throat.

“Dirty whore drinking my spit.” The silver lining of his spit connected from his lips to your mouth. Your eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust, watching him thoughtlessly. Josiah felt a hand shakily press against lower stomach, a weak, feeble attempt to push him away. He took in the sight of your face, his heart fluttering in his chest. Here you were. Lashes wet and sticking to together from your tears, cheeks stained with mascara while your lips were swollen. You weren’t thinking straight. Shit, you couldn’t think straight. He knocked your hand away as if it was a bug.

“Aww, is the dumb little princess tired? Too big for you, baby?” He cooed. You nodded your head rapidly, babbling incoherent words to barely form a sentence.

“Josiah…please.. big… too much.” You croaked, throat dry and aching from all the moaning and crying. He had to take some pity on you right?

He laughed in your face and then clicked his tongue.

“This is what you asked for. So fucking take it.” Josiah picked his pace back up, wrapping one of his hands around your throat.

“Dumb fucking slut. Stupid little bitch wanting me to take pity on her.” He panted. His hips smacking hard against your thighs, the slapping of skin loud and deafening throughout the room. You could simply just cry and moan. The man fucked every little thought in your head and with his hand squeezing the sides of your neck, you could feel yourself starting to float. You felt him take his hand off to slap your cheek lighting a few times.

“Did I fuck you stupid or something?” He waited for answer which only came back to him in moans and babbles of nonsense. You had big drops of tears running down your temples, sniffling all the way.

“Awee, poor baby. Can’t help but be mean to you when you look like this.” A cheshire grin ever present on his face. He was fucking you deep into the mattress till you couldn’t even see straight. Your insides and guts shaped and molded to his cock. You were ruined for anyone else that would ever even try to fuck you.

“I can‘t…can’t.” Whimpering loudly and crying, you felt his thumb press hard against your little clit and rub furiously.

He looked at you coldly, “You can and you will.”

You went quiet as you shook and finally cried out in pleasure, soaking Josiah’s lower half and causing a small puddle underneath your ass. You could hear him somewhere in your mind speaking and praising you ‘so good for me pretty girl, so proud of you’ along with the sounds of your cunt squelching around his cock.

Josiah wasn’t far behind after all your walls squeezed the life out of his cock, he could barely move with how tight you were.

“Fuck.” He choked, “Gonna cum again. Gonna fill you up. Get you all round. Fuck. You’re gonna look so pretty baby filled with MY baby.” He was rambling, but damn it was speeding him up to his own release. The thought of you so round and plump with his seed. With his child was making him go mad. He used all his strength to push him to his own orgasm. He was so close. So so close. He just needed-

“….wanna be a mommy. wanna have your baby.” Your words had him seeing stars. His balls were flush against your ass as he held you right in his arms, groaning into your ear. You were milking him for all that he’s worth, he could feel himself being drained and god was he loving it. He didn’t pull out. No. He couldn’t. And have him face the cold of not being in you?? Absolutely not. He flipped you both over, you laying on his chest still balls deep in your cunt.

“You okay?” As he watched you slowly look at him with big round doe eyes. Your pink tongue darted out to moisten your bottom lip as you spoke,

“Round three?” He could feel his cock twitching back to life at your words and he groaned.

“Fuck, man.” You were gonna be the death of him.

ao3 link!!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37253392

#overtime josiah smut #josiah x y/n #josiah x reader #overtime josiah #josiah smut #overtime #ao3 writer #ao3 link

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nazumichi · 1 year

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silly headcanons for marie?

being silly is everything to me <33

not extremely close with her wildebeest and hyena allies from episode 1. more of an occasional inventing of a friendship whenever she needs a helping hand (for every “yoo-hoo!! fancy seeing the two of you!” they find her even more insufferable).

i like to think she’s very competitive. underneath a cool and unbothered front, i think she likes to get under people’s skin and have the upper hand constantly, even if it’s very obviously a Bad idea. she’s especially competitive with rose and kusakabe. it’s mostly one-sided with rose, who tries to ignore her taunting in favor of giving shirou the benefit of the doubt. with kusakabe though…. i like to think that marie used to work with flip, and she and kusakabe despised each other because of the hierarchy of the family and also they’re both annoying.

woman in stem and all that, i like the idea of her having an actual interest/large amount of knowledge in sciences instead of just looking the part outfit-wise. a little bit of everything concerning the different fields, specifically technological science and the occasional medical science (very necessary).

likes the occasional pun and even the mortifying knock-knock joke. her sense of humor is more sharp and cutting, but i think if pingua were to play his cards right, he could get a laugh out of a bird-based word-play pun. (in the same way, pingua’s sense of humor is the aforementioned word-play puns and is light overall, but marie can get a chortle from a well-timed death threat).

secretly very passionate about baseball. i’m telling you, that talk about baseball being life and death was NOT all about betting. the inherent comedy to me of michiru locking eyes with marie in the stands, and marie stares at her for a solid minute before clambering over beastmen to make an escape. “for your information, tanuki, i was here to make a profit. you think too highly of yourself. no that foam finger is not mine.”

doesn’t like kids much — she thinks they’re loud and lacking in comprehension of The Deal. but i feel like she’s good with them, maybe unintentionally (maybe it’s the eldest sibling of her). she’s very clearly scamming jackie for every little thing but she’s very simply the “funny lady with the water filters.”

DOES get along well with kuro. it’s a different situation from her initial relationship with michiru, of “yeah i’m dating your dad. and this does have to be awkward, this is going to be your nightmare.” it’s more kuro flying to sit on her shoulder, her calling it a pretty bird and spoiling it with food, to shirou’s irritation (“you’re spoiling it, stop.” “have you no heart? starving your own pet, how selfish.”)

#ask #meg tag #thank u for giving me the opportunity to say nonsense 🫶🫶

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edactually · 1 year

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Ed POV 2.1

Maybe Ed should have taken Izzy’s concerns more seriously. He’d finally crawled into bed around two am after Buttons had dropped him off so he missed the pandemonium as it was unfolding, but by the time he was checking his phone in the early afternoon, he realised how much he’d fucked up.

Countless videos of the incident from every conceivable angle invaded his feed. He’d been so concerned with checking on Stede that he really hadn’t put any thought into his announcement to the crowd and watching it back, he could admit that it came across as pretty callous to all the people who had parted with their hard-earned cash just to see the band perform.

He watched video after video of Stede getting carried away unconscious on that stretcher, his face pale and drawn.

If he were able to go back in time, he would have done the same again. Might have chosen his words a little more carefully, but there was no way he would have gotten back up there and performed a full concert with Stede unconscious backstage.

Time to do some damage control then.

His calls to Izzy went unanswered. Fair, given how they’d left things, but as the band’s de facto manager, he really did need Izzy’s input to decide how things were going to work. After the tenth attempt went ignored, Ed called Ivan instead, who actually answered.

“Iz said we’re not supposed to talk to you.”

“Shouldn’t have answered the phone then.” He dropped down onto his couch and flipped himself upside down so his head was lolling over the edge of the seat and his feet dangled over the back of it. “He with you now?”

“Left about twenty minutes ago. Fang’s here though.”

He heard a “Hiya BB!” in the background in Fang’s usual cheerful tone. He was the only one who could get away with calling Ed by that nickname, and he was glad to hear that their drummer was still in good spirits. Izzy hadn’t managed to turn Fang against him at least.

“So, what’s Izzy’s plan?”

Ivan sounded uncomfortable. “What makes you think he has a plan?”

“Does he?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

Izzy might have handled all the bullshit that Ed couldn’t be bothered with, but when it came to the respect and loyalty of their bandmates, that trophy went straight to Ed, despite Izzy suggesting his selfishness made it otherwise. Evidently, Ed still commanded that loyalty despite last night’s antics as Ivan launched into an explanation.

“He’s going to talk to all the venues on the tour, get them to send out emails to all the ticket holders with a guarantee that they get a full refund if the show is cancelled for any reason, not just the unavoidable stuff they’d normally get refunds for.”

Hmm. Good start. “What about the cancelled show last night? Refunds or rescheduling?”

“Rescheduled. That’s where he is now, talking to the owner of the venue to figure out when we can stage a rescheduled show. All original tickets will still be valid, refunds for anyone who can’t make the new date.”

That wouldn’t please every fan, but it would have to be enough. Typical Izzy to go straight into rescheduling the show without even asking Ed if he wanted to do it again. Supposed he had to, for the sake of the band and the sake of not ripping off the fans. “Did he tell you he quit the band?”

Ivan huffed. “Yeah, what number is that?”

“Think this is the hundredth time he’s threatened to quit? We should get him a cake.”

“If there’s any cake you should be buying, it’s an apology one.”

Ed sighed and shifted himself to sit upright as the blood was rushing to his head. “I know. I should have talked to you guys before calling everything off like that, but the guy dropped in front of me like a sack of hammers! I was worried.”

“I get it. Fang and I talked and we both agreed we would have stopped the show as well. We just wish you’d talked to us first. Izzy’s on the warpath though, he’s setting the fans on that poor guy like a pack of hyenas.”

Now the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on edge. “He’s doing what?”

“We’ve not made an official statement yet so the fans are angry and want someone to blame while they wait for answers. There were so many videos going round of the guy that fainted and you can hear the people he’s with calling out his name so Iz did some digging and found out his full name, posted it online using a fake account, and now everyone’s yelling at him for the time being. Don’t know how Iz got the info, Steve is a pretty common name—”

“Stede.”

“Stede, right. That makes more sense. Everyone’s blaming him for the show getting called off. He’s being torn apart online. I don’t like that Izzy is using this guy as a distraction until we get our shit together but it’s working.”

Ed had to hold the phone away from his ear while he took several deep breaths in and out, just like his therapist taught him. In through the nose for four seconds, hold for seven, breathe out through the mouth for eight.

When he did return to the call, Ivan sounded so panicked that he figured he was minutes away from charging over to his apartment.

“What’s Stede’s full name, Ivan?”

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harmonyandriley2022 · 2 years

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I'm going to hunt you down child thief.

And rip your head off for trying to steal my cubs you ignorant foolish Hyena.

Our Dad is going to smash you to pieces you stupid Hyena.

Our Mum is extremely pissed off as well you cub thief you soon to be a smashed up and finished and torn up Hyena.

Look at our Mum she is going to eat your face off you bad Hyena.

Dad is extremely hard and loving and supportive you are an extremely weak and selfish and pathetic Hyena.

M.R.

My Rules.

Mark Anthony Ward @ Harmony & Riley 2022 Potential Realised.

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Ignorance is Bliss

Pairing: Kageyama x reader, One-sided Atsumu x reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere Kageyama, NSFW, Toxic Relationship, Misogynistic Behavior and Thoughts, Mind Break, Implied Manipulation

Summary: Atsumu learns the hard way how true the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’ is and he wonders how much simpler life would have been if he had never gotten involved with you.

From what Atsumu knows of Kageyama Tobio from their high school tournament interactions, from what his cheerful orange-haired teammate tells him, and from their encounters in the professional circuit, he thinks he has a pretty clear picture of who the blue eyed setter is. So imagine his surprise when he meets you at a hangout Hinata has organized.

You’re not the only female at the event, with many other attendees choosing to bring their significant others, and Atsumu has a blast trying to pair up all the unfamiliar faces with past and present opponents and teammates based on appearances and personalities alone. He’s on a roll, but pauses when he gets to you.

There’s a wide grin spread across your face, your eyes excitedly shining as you vigorously nod at something Hinata is saying before you erupt into a boisterous, stomach busting laughter that echoes throughout the entire room. You’re wild, cheerful, fun, and if he didn’t know Bokuto was single, he’d automatically assume the two of you might be a couple with your similar radiant and untamed personalities.

Maybe Tanaka, the baldy from Karasuno? No, he’s married to that pretty manager he was always obsessed with since highschool.

Kuroo? The messy haired businessman seems like someone who wouldn’t mind a wild lover, but it seems unlikely from the way the cat-like man hasn’t even looked your way once the entire time.

Before he can think of another guess, he freezes at the sight of Kageyama walking to your side, intimately pressed against you as he moves some food from his plate to yours, a slight upward twitch of his lips and an unfamiliar softness in his eyes as he gazes at you.

No freaking way.

When Atsumu thinks of the type of woman Kageyama would date, he thinks of sweet, well-mannered girls, caring and nurturing motherly types who would be patient enough to deal with the admittedly emotionally and socially challenged athlete and take of their idiotic, but well-meaning boyfriend.

He doesn’t think of women like you. A woman loud enough to rival both Bokuto and Hinata. A woman as warm as the sun. A woman who can so easily ignore the stubborn setter’s barked commands for Hinata and her to quiet down and behave properly.

Atsumu doesn’t miss the scowl, the hint of disappointment in blue eyes when you ignore the dark-haired setter.

Looks like even though Kageyama’s “King of the Court” title hasn’t been used or brought up in years, some things never change. And Atsumu wonders how long the two of you will stay together before Kageyama’s need to be in complete control and authority destroys everything between the two of you.

Not long, he thinks, as he weasels his way into the conversation, intent on getting to know you better so that when you come crashing down from Kageyama’s tyrannical rule, he can be the one to catch you and show you a life, a relationship where you can truly be loved and appreciated for exactly who you are, a kindred wild spirit like himself.

Atsumu doesn’t see you much after that since both the Adlers and Jackals are incredibly busy with pro season, practicing, and traveling, but the two of you text back and forth constantly, hitting it off right away just as Atsumu knew you would. He’s quick to lunge for his phone with every ping, eyes constantly checking for new messages, chortling and smiling like a giddy fool in love with every text you send his way.

The conversations start off amazingly, no usual awkward small talk or niceties usually associated with getting to know someone, and Atsumu feels like he can truly be himself, unfiltered as he rants to you about something stupid Osamu did that annoyed him, sends a dumb inappropriate joke your way, shyly tells you about his hopes and dreams. And his heart soars as you match his sincerity and openness, revealing more and more of who you are to him, making it harder and harder for him not to fall in love with you.

But as time goes on, he swears you’re changing, and he’s not sure if it’s for the better.

When you see him at events, practice games, and real matches, your ear-splitting grin turns into tiny demure smiles, your bone-crushing bear hugs you greet him with become polite bows, your rowdy laughter that could rival Kuroo’s hyena howls become soft giggles hidden behind a hand you raise to cover your mouth.

Even your messages are changing and he glares at the properly punctuated and grammatically correct sentences you send him now, his crass jokes responded to with a boring and safe “haha” or completely ignored.

You’re different now and Atsumu hates it.

He hates the way Kageyama seems to proudly beam at your politer mannerisms. He hates what a perfect polished couple the two of you make. But mostly, he hates how he can feel you slipping further and further away from him.

It’s not a surprise when he receives the expensive, high-quality letter in the mail, but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less as the blond setter stares down at the beautiful winding cursive scrawled across the card in front of him, grimacing at the picture perfect engagement photos Kageyama and you had taken together and chosen to incorporate in the wedding invitation.

The selfish child inside of him has half a mind to toss it all into the garbage, forget about it, forget about you. But then he remembers that fateful day and he knows he owes it to that raucous laughter and toothy grin he memorializes and reminisces on to suck it up and celebrate your big day, usher in the next chapter of your life while you end the portion of your story with him.

The wedding venue is disgustingly cookie cutter perfect and Atsumu internally retches at how boring and normal everything is, so unlike the woman who had intrigued him and who he thought he knew.

What happened to your dreams of eloping in a jaw dropping national park?

What happened to your disdain towards getting married in a church by a pastor?

He grimaces as he stiffly stalks down the aisle and plops down in a pew, waiting for the ceremony to start, waiting for this whole thing to be over, waiting to go home and forget any of this ever happened.

It’s easy to zone out as the background music plays, as the speaker drones on and on, and he only looks on in mild interest as the groomsmen and bridesmaids make their way down the aisle, some familiar faces walking past him. But nonchalance turns to something nauseating, something terrifying within Atsumu when he stands up with the rest of the guests as you make your way down the red carpet.

Is that really you?

Logically he knows it must be you, facial features, body, and every other physical attribute matching exactly what he remembers of you. But your eyes…

Had they always been so empty?

No. He knows they hadn’t and he briefly closes his eyes, remembering how vibrant, how fiery those two orbs used to be, feeling sick to his stomach when he opens his eyes and truly looks at you, looks at how vacant and lifeless your eyes are, looks at how perfectly trained and almost robotic your prim and proper steps are.

It’s like you’re nothing more than a living and breathing doll and a sinking suspicion begins to build in his gut as he scrutinizes the black-haired setter carefully watching you as you make your way towards him. And Atsumu thinks he might throw up when he can’t help but notice how similar the look Kageyama is giving you is to the look Kita had given his German Shepherd when the dog had obediently performed a trick for his master.

He knows it might be a crapshoot, knows it might be too late now that the ring around your fourth finger chains you to the blue-eyed setter, but regret and guilt for not noticing earlier and love for the woman he remembers drives him and he continuously messages you in earnest long after the wedding. He talks to you like nothing’s changed, hoping one of his awful jokes will elicit some type of reaction from you, praying that the photo he snaps of your favorite onigiri from Osamu’s restaurant sparks something in you, ignoring the painful sting he feels at your politely austere responses, not letting your emotionless replies deter him.

But it’s no good and he can’t help how off his game he is when they play a practice match against the Adlers, can’t help the way his temper is even shorter than normal, can’t help how he lets his emotions inhibit his skills every time he sees Kageyama across the net. And when he’s finally benched and told to cool his head, all he can think of is what awful things had Kageyama done to break you down so thoroughly, slumping down in his seat with a towel over his head, mind spinning with its wild imagination.

He’s so lost in his head that he doesn’t notice the sound of a whistle marking the end of the match, doesn’t notice the slight commotion as the two teams bow to each other, doesn’t notice the figure making its way towards him. But he does notice the way another pair of shoes enters his field of vision and he lifts his head, body instantly tensing as blue eyes regard him.

“Come over for dinner tonight. She misses you.”

You missed him?

Hope blossoms in Atsumu’s chest and his heart is racing as he rings your doorbell, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. But he droops a bit at the impersonal cheery greeting you welcome him with as you beckon him in, graciously taking the flowers from him without even a second glance or spark in your eyes when you see the assortment he had painstakingly chosen, treating him like he’s just any visitor and not a close friend who you haven’t seen for months.

And suddenly Atsumu wonders if he really should have come, feeling lightheaded and disoriented as he watches you flutter around the kitchen, a pretty pink pristine apron wrapped around you as you hum to yourself as you slave over the stove, urging the two men to catch up while you cook dinner.

It all feels surreal, like a dream. Bad or good? He can’t decide. It’s jarring to see the woman who always insisted on ordering in greasy junk food, who did everything in her power to never step foot in the kitchen, who always went on and on about equal rights for men and women, become a perfect stay at home housewife, tending to the needs of her husband before hers, serving Kageyama and him so obediently, so submissively. And yet, there’s something oddly...enticing about the whole scene playing out in front of him as twisted as he knows it sounds and he feels disgust at himself when bitter pangs of jealousy strike him.

How can he be jealous of Kageyama? How can he even entertain the idea of being okay with this role you’ve been forced into? How can he be jealous when deep down he knows something’s not right? Knows that you would never have easily or willingly let yourself be molded into something so against everything you believed or thought? Knows that your spirit and mind have been thrashed and tweaked so much that you’re completely broken and mindless, a docile little puppet for Kageyama to completely control?

But he can’t deny the longing and awe he feels as you gracefully set the table, ladling plates with piping hot delicious food, charmingly smiling as both men compliment the meal, fawning and hovering over them as you make sure their cups and plates are always filled, shooing them over to the comfy living room as you prepare dessert and coffee for them and wash the dishes.

Atsumu’s throat goes dry when you literally kneel in front of both of them as you place the tray laden with mouth watering pastries you had just baked, coffee, milk, and sugar in front of both of them, eyes unable to look away from the way your neck naturally arches downwards in submission. And he almost whines when you stand up from your humble position on the floor.

But he’s jolted back to his senses at the brisk command Kageyama directs at you, disbelief and fury grounding him when you don’t hesitate to obediently kiss your husband good night and retire to your room as ordered after wishing Atsumu a pleasant evening

The door to your bedroom has barely closed before he’s lunging at Kageyama, fists bunched up in the front of his shirt.

“What the fuck did you to her?! She’s a grown woman. You can’t just order her around like a slave-”

He’s cut off as he’s abruptly shoved away and there’s a tense silence in the air as Kageyama scoffs and straightens out his shirt.

“She isn’t just any woman. She is my wife. All I did was bring out her true potential, which is why you are going to stop talking to her. I didn’t put all this work and effort into perfecting her for you to come and ruin all her progress. She isn’t the same woman you knew, Miya. She’s a married woman now. A woman married to me. So do us all a favor and forget about her.”

Panic builds in a frenzy inside the blonde setter’s chest. No no no. He can’t just give up so easily. He needs proof. He needs to help you.

“There’s no way she willingly just changed. What the fuck did you do?”

Bone chilling tension once again floods the room and Atsumu nervously shudders at the cruel smirk that spreads across Kageyama’s face.

“Does it matter? The results are all that matters. Isn’t that what you used to say when Kita-san used to talk about process? Plus, it didn’t seem like you minded all that much when my ‘slave’ was kneeling in front of you.”

Bile rises in Atsumu’s throat and he can’t think, can’t breathe as he’s forcefully shoved out the front door, unable to deny the harsh truth of Kageyama’s words, unable to stop imagining the horrors you must have gone through. The rest of the night is a blur as he somehow makes it back home, shaky hands washing his face, brushing his teeth, body shivering and trembling from something other than the cold as he curls up under his covers.

But safe in his own environment, his own home, his own bed, his mind wanders and he thinks back on the night. He thinks about how perfectly the back tie of your frilly apron accentuated the curve of your waist, hips, ass. He thinks about how nice it felt to be taken care of, to have everything being done for him as he sat back and relaxed. And his hand slips underneath his briefs as he thinks about how utterly angelic you looked on your knees in front of him, head and eyes demurely turned down, as he wonders if Kageyama has you trained just as well in the bedroom.

If he had simply asked, would you have crawled between his thighs?

He groans as his hand wraps around his cock, thumb playing with his tip as he imagines your tongue swirling around his head, spreading his pre-cum and your saliva everywhere as you greedily taste and lap at his length. And as he begins to stroke himself, he imagines it’s your throat taking him all the way in, he imagines your doey eyes peering up at him from underneath fluttering lashes, seeking approval, making sure you’re pleasuring your lover, your husband.

God, it’s so easy to imagine replacing Kageyama, imagine being your husband, imagine having you as his perfect slutwife and his back arches, eyes seeing only white and stars, body pulsating with pleasure as he cums harder than he’s ever had before at the thought of using your body as he pleases every night, at the thought of you eagerly serving him day in and day out, at the thought of fucking you raw, breeding you, impregnating you with his seed, letting everyone know exactly who you belong to with your swollen pregnant stomach and leaking tits as your bear his children.

But he chokes out a sob as thick white spurts splatter across his hand, a few teardrops leaking from the corner of his eyes as he buries his face in his pillow, self-loathing and disgust curling inside of him at his traitorous thoughts, a silent plea for forgiveness and a desperate prayer for you to at least be at peace echoing in his head as he cries himself to sleep.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kageyama #yandere kageyama x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #tw: yandere #tw: manipulation

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atinydise · 3 years

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Ateez leaving their s/o for their exes

❦ Genre: Angst (yes it’s the mood these days! 😈)

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 4k4.

❦ Background music: BlackPink - Lovesick Girls (Kdrama OST Version)

HONGJOONG

Once again, Hongjoong's voicemail asked you to leave a message. This week, he has been really busy. You couldn't see him at all. You tried to come to the studio, but he wasn't there, so you just gave up and waited for him to come. He didn't. For almost 2 weeks, you didn't receive a call or a text. The only way to see that everything was good for him, was his post on Ateez' social media. You were curious to know if he missed you, even a bit.

While you were scrolling on your Instagram Feed as a boring Friday night, you heard your entrance door opening. Your heart made a jump in your chest, he was finally free enough to come. "Hongjoong?" You asked, not moving a bit from the couch. In a short time, he appeared at the door frame. And honestly, you hated the look he had on his face. It was a mix of sadness and coldness. Something you never saw before. "Oh wow, are you okay? Because you look terrible." "Just tired." He replied, sitting on the seat, next to you but not really close as usual. "Do you want to go to sleep now? The bed is ready in any case-" "Y/N, I came here to break up with you."

A long and awkward silence settled in the room. Your brain wasn't processing the actual situation. It was so sudden. "Wait." You stopped him to say something else. "You can't come here after 2 whole weeks without talking to me, and just say 'let's break up'." "Y/N this is really not easy to do... can you please be more considering?" he sighed, running his hands through his blue hair. "Considerate? You don't even give me a reason. So, no, I won't be more considering." You said angrily. "It's just that I saw Jin at the bakery 1 month ago." He started. "We talked for 30 minutes or something and just with this short chat... I miss her. Like I can't stop thinking about her." You scoffed, not believing that he could do this to you. You stood up from the couch and went to the hallway to open the entrance door. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I'm staying there, but you... Get out." "Y/N, I don't want to-" "Hongjoong, get out. I can't even see you anymore." You stomped, pointing at the hallway. "You ghosted me for 2 weeks, not even asking me if I was okay or even alive. You should have told me that you were doubting about our relationship. But you decided to be selfish and to-" your voice crackhead. You knew sobs would come in a matter of time. "To ignore my feelings." Hongjoong was staring at you. He felt really ashamed of himself. "So, leave now. Please." You were practically begging him to go out of your apartment and obviously of your life. Hongjoong nodded and grabbed his jacket back. He stopped one last time in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N." He tried to grab your arm, but you stepped back, disgusted. You just pointed at the corridor once again and waited for him to leave. When he stepped out and that you closed the door, you couldn't hold your tears anymore. They stormed one by one on your face. You fell on your knees, your hand still holding the knob. For a second you freaked out because you couldn’t feel air going in your lung because of the emotion surrounding you. But it was not the worse pain today. You couldn't believe he chose her.

SEONGHWA

You were cooking for your boyfriend. He had a stressful week and you wanted him to relax a bit. Even with his ethic schedule, Seonghwa managed to spend some time with you. The only thing strange thing is that he was physically there but mentally, he was totally absent. It's like he wasn't listening to you anymore or that you needed to repeat every time the same question. "He might really be stressed," you concluded. So, as a good and kind girlfriend, you prepared him a good dish made with love.

The moment you heard the bell rings, you rushed to the door. "Hello beautiful soul," you greeted him. "Hi Y/N," he smiled at you. His smile was a bit sad, but you didn't mind, he was tired for sure. "I cooked a really good meal for you!" You said, entering back in the kitchen. He was following you, his big coat still covering his body. "Are you cold here?" You giggled, "I can turn on the heater if you-" "Y/N, can we talk a bit?" He asked, pointing at the table in the middle of the kitchen. "Sure." You sat down on the chair in front of him, glancing at your lasagna in the oven at the same time. "What's happening?" "You know how I hate lying to you or even hide something." He held your hand on the table. You just nodded, waiting for him to continue his speech. But you secretly enjoyed the warmness of his hands. "So, I will be frank." "You are making me anxious." You said, raising a brow. "I met my ex-girlfriend at the mall last week." He started. "I was about to ditch her, but a part of me wanted to talk to her." You puffed at his face, "you have really bad acting skills babe. I can't believe you." "I'm totally serious Y/N. I still have feelings for her." He finally said. "I'm not believing you." "I was distant a bit these days and I think you noticed it. I was constantly thinking about her." More and more Seonghwa was confessing his love for someone else, more he felt your hands removing the grip on his. "I don't think I stopped loving her honestly. I'm really sorry." You were speechless. You never thought that your night would end so badly. "Y/N, I really tried to convince myself that you were the one and only. But I just can't. I can't lie to myself. And I don't want to hurt you with a one-sided love. You deserve way more than that." He explained, trying to find the right way to make you understand the situation without hurting you. "I wish I didn't see her again, so we wouldn't be in this situ-" "I think I need some time alone," you said before going to the bedroom. Seonghwa was really tormented, he hated seeing you this way, but none of you will stay happy in this relationship, knowing that his heart was somewhere else.

YUNHO

"Oh, I didn't know you like black mushrooms! Hyena loved it too!" Giggled Yunho. You put down the pack of mushrooms you had in your hand. "Finally… I think I don't need it this week." "Hyena was indecisive too," he tickled your chin playfully. You smiled at him but inside of you, your whole soul was boiling. It's been almost a week that Yunho was non-stop talking, praising or even comparing you to his ex-girlfriend, Hyena. They dated for almost 2 years before you. Okay, it was one of his most important relationships, but why does he need to talk about her all the time? Everything started when they met at the supermarket. You saw the scene with your own eyes. You spotted the little sparkles in your boyfriend’s eyes when he was talking to her. You never thought she would be a danger since they broke up on bad terms. Seems like that you were wrong. She was a good threat for your couple. "What else do you need?" He asked, looking at the list. "I think I'm done for today to be honest." You replied, annoyed. "Really? Hyena is so stressed when she goes to the supermarket. She's like thinking she won't find anything anymore." He added. You turned around, to face him. "Can you stop talking about her?" Yunho blinked at you, looking like a puppy. "What do you mean?" "Hyena. You are nonstop talking about her! Hyena this, Hyena that!" "Ah really? I'm sorry, I didn't notice..." he apologized, biting his lip. "You kidding right? From the morning to the night, you have only her name in your mouth." "I'll stop talking about her, sorry." You were about to go back to your course list, but something was wrong. You faced your boyfriend again. "Why are you thinking about her so much? Do you miss being with her?" You asked, praying for him to say no. "I-I, no, of course no." He stuttered. "It's just because we saw her last week." "A part of me wants to believe the lie you just said." He bit his lip once again. He was definitely anxious. "Do you miss her? Yes or no?" You resumed, simply asking him to choose an answer. "This is complicated," he started. "I don't know." You scoffed, annoyed by this answer. You were usually comprehensive, but today it wasn't the case. You wanted to know if you were the only idiot since the beginning of this relationship. "This is not complicated Yunho. I think that you are in love with her." "I wouldn't say that, this is too strong." "Then tell me that you won't talk to her anymore and that I'm the only one you love." The long silence who settled between both of you was the best and shorter answer you could have. "I knew it." You whispered. "Y/N, it's just that we spent so many good memories together. I can't forget her like that." "I heard enough." You said, almost throwing back all of your vegetables in his arms. "Y/N wait, don't go." "I don't want to see you anymore. You obviously used me to forget your ex, but you failed." You said, before turning back again, but for the last time.

YEOSANG

You were in the subway, waiting for the train to stop at the right station. You needed to look at the board more than usual because your mind was somewhere else. You couldn't stop thinking of your boyfriend and his ex. He was meeting his ex-girlfriend every day for a whole week now. They needed to work together. They were the daily MC of a new idol program. At first, it didn't bother you. Yeosang was professional and they weren't even talking backstage. Until she starts to engage the conversation with him. When you went there to just say hi, you noticed a strong alchemy between these two. Useless to say that you didn't like it at all. Today, you went there with him again. You wanted to see their whole interactions. You were the first one to be there. Only a few staff were present to prepare the set. The first thing your boyfriend asked was "is Kira there?" He didn't even greet the staff. "No, she will be a little bit late today." "You want to see her so bad huh?" you asked. "Oh, come on don't start." He rolled his eyes. "Don't start what?" You asked, even if you knew exactly what he meant. "Your jealousy and stuff like that. We don't have enough time to argue right now." He said, before going to the hair stylist. "Well, that was cold." You muttered to yourself. You sat on the couch on the corner of the room. You were patiently waiting for Kira to arrive. You were about to fall asleep when, she entered, her hands full of chicken packs. "Yeosaaang! I got a surprise for you!" She yelled. "Oh, you scared me idiot!" He giggled at her. "Hello," you greeted her. "Oh hi, you are?" She smiled at you. "Yeosang's g-" "Friend! She's my friend." He cut you straight. You looked at him, completely horrified. Why was he lying on something so important? "Oh, nice to meet you," she handed her hand to you. You didn't care about her, you wanted to know why he acted this way. "Why did you tell her that I was your friend?" you asked Yeosang. "Y/N, it's not the moment." "I don't care if it's not the moment!" you replied back. "I'm your girlfriend. If you are ashamed of me then whatever I did, I'm sorry!" "Your girlfriend? I thought you were single Yeo." Added Kira. Your heart clenched, he literally told that he was single. "You told her that you were single?" Your voice cracked. "You are the worst person I know." "I wanted to tell you I swear. I would never do something like this." "Please give me a favor and erase me from your life. Because I'll do it." You said harshly before leaving, bumping into Kira which caused the packs of chicken to fall. You were sorry for not being polite enough, but the heartache you got right now was completely insane.

SAN

Your relationship with San was completely disastrous these days. He was barely talking to you and was completely out of mind. When you asked him what was going on, he was denying everything. Just saying that he was tired or even exhausted. You even asked his closest friend Wooyoung, but he couldn't help you. After a few days, you just gave up. You tried to cheer him as many times as you could, but it went worse day by day. When he was talking to you, he always had this sad smile on his face. You couldn't see this warm and kind presence in him anymore.

Tonight, you stayed at the dorm for the night. You had a movie night with the boys, and everything seemed pretty fine. San was laughing and talking like usual. He was just still a little bit distant with you, but it wasn't a matter anymore. At the end of the movie, everyone went to sleep. Only you and San were remaining in the living-room. "Should we go to sleep?" you yawned. "You can go if you want. I'll stay here for a bit." "You are not tired?" "Not really." "Then I will stay awake a bit too," you smiled at him. Touched by your actions, he smiled back at you. But you notice this sad look on his eyes again. "San," you called him quietly, "come and sit here." You patted the seat next to you. He nodded and executed. You didn't try to touch him in any kind of way, he seemed really tense. "What about you tell me what is going on babe?" You nicely asked. "What do you mean? Everything is fine." "I know you well, so I can spot when you're lying or not." You declared to dissuade him. Your boyfriend didn't reply. He simply stared at his feet. "Tell me." You insisted softly. "I won't judge you." "I think you will," he added. "I won't. Come on... I don't like seeing you like this." He hesitated again. But, seeing your face so worried about him made his heart clench. "Okay... It took at least a few weeks for me to consider the situation and try to find a solution." He glanced at you, looking if your attention was still on him. "I saw my ex-girlfriend 1 month ago." He gulped. "I know it's not a good thing at all. It was a coincidence. She was behind me at the queue." "And what's the matter?" You asked. San struggled to find his words. He knew that it would be hard no matter what he says. The whole situation was a torture for him. He kept this secret for so long that he was overwhelmed by it. "Babe, why are you crying?" you asked, terribly worried now. You tried to comfort him with a hug, but he moved back. "San, I just wanted to-" "I'm in love with her Y/N." He said, looking right at your eyes. He hated himself for doing this to you. The look on your face made his heart break in a dozen of pieces. "W-What do you mean by you love her?" You stuttered. "I can't stop thinking about her. I want to be with her again. No matter how hard I'm convinced you are my soulmate." He sobbed, wiping his tears. "San..." "I'm really sorry. I want to erase her from my mind, but I can't." He held your hands, keeping them on his cheek. "I don't want to lose you." "I need to go." You claimed, grabbing your shoes as fast as possible to leave the dorm. San tried to hold you back, but a part of him just convinced him to let you go. He wasn't sure about his final feelings for his ex-girlfriend. But he couldn't stay cold and distant with you.

MINGI

Yesterday, you talked about going to the amusement park together and he was so excited about this that you couldn't help but to buy 2 tickets the same night. Lucky for you, he had a whole day off. That's why you were surprised when he declined your offer. You didn't tell him that you bought tickets, it was supposed to be a surprise. And you were sure that today, your boyfriend and you, will have a really good day.

It didn't last long since you got to the dorm. You exited the taxi as fast as possible, your tickets right in your hand. You were holding them like if they would disappear. "Yes sure, I'll be glad to go there with you." You heard your boyfriend's voice in the hallway. You didn't focus too much on what he just said because you were glancing too much at the girl figure in front of him. He was smiling so much that it could hurt his jaw. "Mingi?" You called him with a quiet and shy voice. He stopped looking at this girl and focused on you. The smile on his face faded a little bit. But too much for your liking. "What are you doing here Y/N?" He asked, walking towards you. You shyly showed him the tickets for the amusement park that you were tightly holding since you hopped off the taxi. "You were so happy yesterday when he talked about that so I thought it would be a good idea to go today." You smiled at him. "Let's talk a second, please." He grabbed you by the shoulders to bring you in the staircase. "What's going on? And who's she?" "I can't come with you today. I'm sorry but Hyejin needs me for something." You raised a brow, "Hyejin? Like Hyejin, your ex-girlfriend?" He simply nodded, not daring to say 'yes' out loud. "You are seeing each other again? I mean it looks like you planned your day." "We saw each other last week and it was already planned." He said, biting his lip because he knows you will be upset. "Ah. So, you see each other a lot?" you asked. "These times yes, but strictly as a friend." "As a friend? Are you sure?" He was avoiding your stare. Since their first meeting after their break-up, he couldn't stop thinking about her. "Should I take this long silence for a no?" "I'm not sure." He finally replied. "Not sure?" you looked right at his eyes. "How is it possible to not be sure?" "I love you. But I love her too." His words felt like a ton of hammers hitting you right in your chest. Never you thought that these little words would be so painful. "How do you know you love her?" "I-I don't know, I just want to see-" "No wait. How do you know you loved me?" "Y/N, I love you. You should know that of course." "Then you should have been loving me and only me." You claimed, your mouth shaking a bit. "It's complicated..." he sighed. "It's not Mingi! You broke up with her because she cheated on you. Do you hear me? She cheated on you!" You talked enough louder for her to hear you. "I know that." "Are you really considering going back with someone who broke your heart?" You asked, completely disgusted. "She changed, she told-" "I can't." You cut him straight, bumping into him so you could exit this creepy staircase and stop seeing his face. Just before opening the entrance door, you saw her. With this arrogant smile on her face. You wanted to insult her, to punch her on this cold floor and yell that Mingi didn't deserve someone like her. But you just walked out and jumped in the first taxi. You were so disoriented that you couldn't even breathe anymore. The taxi driver didn’t have enough time to ask you where you were going, that you busted in tears on the back seat.

WOOYOUNG

“Hi guys”, you greeted the boys. “Hello Y/N,” said San, waving at you. “If you are looking for your boy, he’s choking at the cafeteria.” “What is he doing here? I thought he wanted to keep his diet.” “We don’t know but he seems pretty confused these days.” Added Yunho. “Alright... I go check on him.” You said, leaving the backstage room. As fast as you could remember, you went straight to the cafeteria. Exactly as the guys said, Wooyoung was there. He was bent over the balcony, his gaze lost on the city under him. His back was facing you, but you could feel a strange aura coming out from him. You opened the door slowly and joined him. “I think you are going to hurt yourself if you jump this high.” Wooyoung giggled lightly. “Even if my body is going to crush away, that wouldn’t be the painful thing right now.” “That’s not ready a mindset you should have before going up on stage.” You stated. “What’s going on?” Your boyfriend sighed once again. He was still looking right at the crown under the balcony. “Do you think you are going to forgive me?” “For what?” “For falling in love with someone else.” You looked straight at him. You could easily say when your boyfriend is joking but now, you saw that it wasn’t the case at all. “Are you...?” “Serious? Yeah. Sadly I am.” He ran his hands through his black hair. “I’ve met Soojin backstage and my dumb heart fell for her again.” Even if you were disappointed and sad about this unexpected confession, you couldn’t be mad at him. “It’s okay. We can’t control our feelings.” You tried to comfort him. “You are not mad at me?” You shook your head, “it’s better that you told me before doing stupid or regret it for the rest of your life. Right?” “You are so... perfect! Why I am so stupid!” He punched his forehead. You held his hand before he could hurt himself. “Don’t. Feel. Mad.” “If only I could turn off a button to erase these feelings about her!” “Maybe it’s just because you saw her...” Before Wooyoung could explain, Seonghwa interrupted both of you. “Lovebirds stop flirting! Wooyoung we need to go.” You were not lovebirds anymore. “I’m coming!” He yelled back. “Let’s go.” “I think it’s better if I don’t come with you.” “Y/N...” “Don’t worry about me! I’m a strong and grown girl!” You flexed your arm. “I really need to go but I don’t think I’m done with you.” He patted your back. You nodded enthusiastically just to make him leave. No way, he could be here to see the “strong and grown girl” busting in tears.

JONGHO

You had a day off today and decided to spend it by your own since Jongho was too busy to hang out with you. Despite the disappointment, you didn’t give up and motivated yourself to enjoy a solo shopping day. You bought everything you found cute. Your only thought was to wear it for your boyfriend. All the compliments he told about your look since the first day you met, gave you a big head.

When you claimed that you were done for today (or better to say when you receive a message from your bank account asking you if your credit card was stolen), you went back home. On the way, you heard your boyfriend’s laugh not far away from you. Even if you thought that it was impossible, you followed your instincts and turned around. You were absolutely right; he was there at the terrasse of this cafe. Laughing with this girl who was smiling widely at him. Instinctively, you hid behind the nearest bus stop. A bunch of people were looking at you weirdly, but your attention was right on the scene in front of you. This girl’s face was familiar to you. “Is she a staff member?” You whispered. Instinctively, you took your phone off your bag and texted Jongho. [“Where are you?”] [“Practice room. Busy.”] “Sure...” you grunted. He was lying to you and seemed to be perfectly fine with it. Before sending him another text, you kept listening to their conversation. You didn’t know what to expect from Jongho. He seemed so different. So fake. Exactly how the boys described him when this girl is around. [“Hope you are having fun because Sienna looks like she is.”] Sienna. His ex. You saw an old photo of both of them on Jongho social media before you started to date. When the boy read your message, you saw his facial expression being confused. [“Where are you? I can explain.”] You didn’t want to confront him by message. You got out of your hiding place and walked just in front of the table. “Hello lovebirds.” You greeted them sarcastically. “Y/N...” “Who is she?” “I’m Y/N. His current girlfriend.” You replied before he could. “But I don’t think I will stay it for long because I heard your conversation. Seems like he really wants to go back with you. Congratulations.” You clapped arrogantly. Jongho stood up, gripping your wrist, “Y/N stop. We will talk about that.” “I don’t want to talk about it with you. Wait.” You paused, pointing at him. “I don’t want to talk with you anymore.” “Y/N.” “If I didn’t cross the street randomly, I would never hear you saying that you missed to be with her and that you never stopped to love her.” “I can explain.” He repeated. Angrily, you grabbed the lemonade glass on the table and poured it on Jongho. “Too late for your miserable explanations Choi Jongho.” You throw the glass on the floor right between both of you and left them there. People would probably think that you did it to be dramatic, but no it was only to show Jongho how you felt. Broken inside.

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papabirdurskeks · 3 years

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I ask this both for Baron Dark, Ariandel and SkekSo !

Give me a character and I will answer: @ben-the-hyena

Oh boy a triple feature! :D Here we go, folks!

Under a read more cause its going to get long but each listed character will be split apart evenly!

First up is Baron Dark!

Why I like them: He is just bombastic in personality! He lives loud in his actions and words, participating in most of the action himself while also showing he is a threat and menacing altogether! I also like that he is one of the few villains that shows he cares for his crew as a “family” (at least for most part of the series before being overtaken with obsession to have power more on his own). Given the dynamic we are given from the show, its obvious he cares and treats them all on a level of respect as well, something so rare to see nowadays! And I also enjoyed that his reasons to take over and do the shit he did in the series, “Because I can!” is just as refreshing and fun to see in a villain too! And again, his design is a top tier design I love overall! Its menacing, powerful, and outright amazing! Definitely adds to the character and how well he works in effect to keeping my attention! Like just look at that design! And his VA did a wonderful job of adding to that charm that is just delightful to see in his personality! Overall, he is totally a villain I would love to see more of in the future!

Why I don’t: I say my dislikes often fall on the usual tropes of a kid’s show of the 90s. He talks too much when he could be doing things himself and falls victim to the typical “I am too powerful” but doesn’t think of the obvious steps ahead that will be his downfall. But honestly, its so small I don’t find it jarring or that bad to be in the way! It was the 90s and aimed at kids at the time, so we can’t expect TOO much out of that xD

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Oh man, that’s a tough one cause every scene/episode Baron is in he totally slays it! Its either a tie from the first episode to the very last one cause the stakes of start and finish are so well done, I love it all!

Favorite season/movie: Obviously, the TV series is the best version of him! The comics sucked and turned him too OOC from what was initially given! Like how does one go from point A to be Z so freaking fast? xD

Favorite line: “Because I can.” Yeah, not gonna lie this was indeed my favorite line of his xD

Favorite outfit: Honestly, the outfit he gains near the end of the series is by far my favorite! Its like a mix of the Bejeweled Catacomb Saints and Mictlantechutli put in one and its befitting of the Baron given his gain in power!

OTP: Baron and Cyborn are my OTP and are married, fight me.

Brotp: Definitely Brotps with the rest of his henchmen though I see them more being like his adoptive children!

Head Canon: Baron is of indigenous background! I also like to headcanon that the white tuft/strands in his hair are truly his and have been there since birth! (I have so many more HCs for him but I will keep it short cause it can go all day x’) )

Unpopular opinion: Don’t think I have one, at the moment at least.

A wish: To have gotten more information/lore on him and the entire cast, honestly! I would have loved to see more of his character explored and what more he could have had to offer as a series main villain! Hell, the whole damn series had so much to offer! And just the relationships he has with the others and what more he could have done post season and before! So much potential there to be explored! I honestly would not be objecting to a reboot/revival or continuation of the series!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Though with that said, if a reboot does come around, don’t turn it into the mess of current cartoons we have. Not that they are all bad but most of them have been very disappointing in keeping my attention and liking. Keep the same type of messages it had before! It worked beautifully as it did then and still does work now! I’d love to see the same formulas used while also updating it to be more gritty and mature like they did for Castlevania! Just... Don’t turn it into a cringe worthy mess that will ruin Baron and all the characters in the series! Don’t do what the comics did!

5 words to best describe them: Charmingly evil, badass, fun, conniving bastard, and menacing.

My nickname for them: Mega dork (affectionately speaking)

Next is Ariandel!

Why I like them: Oh boy, there is a lot to say in terms of why I like him but I will try to keep it short and simple for time purposes! His design is top tier for me! Like a rotting skull like face? Check! A monstrous body much like a bird’s? Check! And to add he is a giant Corvian, which are one of my favorite enemies in Dark Souls III! His personality also differs from the usual loud, bombastic, and proud characters I tend to gravitate for. Instead, he’s withdrawn and rather sad to look at and hear. You know he’s going through a lot but don’t know exactly what it is. In game, one can sort of get hints as to what has gone on behind the scenes but at the same time, its still vague and hard to really pinpoint what really did happen. So he has that air of mystery to him that I honestly adore in many characters as it leaves room to explore deeper into their lore! But I also find his personality relatable as well as sympathetic. But that’s just me, I can gush about him all day but I will cut it short here x’)

Why I don’t: To be honest I don't have any reason not to like Ariandel other then the small fact that he followed Friede and let the Painted World rot in such a terrible state. But that is so minor of an issue to me to really make a difference, lol. I adore this giant bird man!

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I have to say the scene where he ultimately snaps and breaks out of binds after seeing Friede's lifeless body before him is my favorite scene of his. The amount of pain and anguish heard in his scream and the way he moves prior and after; I can very much relate to that feeling. Sometimes, actions truly convey the emotions better in the most powerful means necessary. And this scene alone truly nailed it.

Favorite season/movie: He's only ever seen in the Dark Souls III DLC, so obvious answer points to the DLC!

Favorite line: "When the Ashes are two, a flame alighteth. Thou'rt Ash, and fire befits thee, of course..."

Favorite outfit: Uhh, he doesn't really wear any clothes save for his cape? So I guess the cape does him well as he is, though I always draw him without it xD

OTP: To be honest, I don't ship him with any canon characters within Dark Souls. Friede does not deserve him..

Brotp: Ariandel being best friends with the Ashen One is my ultimate Brotp! Just think of how much of a valuable ally he could have been!

Head Canon: I know his origins are debatable, as either theory I have for him can be plausible but I often lean more towards the idea of him being half Giant and half Corvian! IDK why but I just like it a lot more x’)

Unpopular opinion: While Ariandel is partly responsible for what happened to the Painted World, I still feel he was manipulated overall and probably at one point did have a change of heart before being forced into complete isolation. He plays more the role of the willing/unwilling accomplice then the actual perpetrator of the crime.

A wish: He could have had a happier ending without having to die for Friede. I know, its Dark Souls. Such a thing is expected to happen in the Soulsborne series but its a wish, right?

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: That anything beyond the infatuation he had for Friede took place. Just.. No. He loved her but never could ever have her in that sense and never did. Just no, she is horrible to him.

5 words to best describe them: Sad, lonely, birdman, withdrawn, and tragic

My nickname for them: Papa bird

And lastly for skekSo!

Why I like them: I think its as obvious as the case for Baron Dark. I like evil, smug bastards that shine through their wickedness and don't usually hold back. In the case of skekSo, I actually didn't care for him at first but then after my second viewing of the show, I started to like him more and enjoy his villainy! He's selfish, arrogant, vain, and conniving and I love it! Added that his design is really appealing to the eye and how he carries himself out, I gotta say he's one of the few villain characters from a show that makes the turn around for me to like them instead of hate them more. Also, his voice. Can NOT go wrong with that voice cause DAMN, its good and shows just how powerful a villain can be with a voice like his. And those eyes. Oh man, those eyes!

Why I don’t: Despite his villainy being the main point that caught my attention, its also a part of his downfall too. His constant greed and arrogance pushed him too far into doing what he did and ultimately cost him everything in the end; including loyal allies that end up dying for him in the long run. I hate how easily and quickly he changes his mind when actual logic is put into perspective of his plans and how quick he is to dismiss someone else when they don't please him anymore or things don't go his way for the smallest things. And yes, that is part of his character, I know that. That is what makes him as scummy as he is and why I love how trashy he is. But I also can't ignore just how easily he pushed skekVar away and believed skekSil despite knowing just what a lying bastard he is. IDK, it just feels too obvious but at the same time, it is what it is and I am not upset about it in the least x)

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Honestly, I enjoyed all the scenes with him in the show but mostly in particular with his interactions with skekVar, especially towards the end of the series. It showed a peak part of his vulnerability in his character that honestly I doubt he ever shows to anyone else. He spends most of his time pushing others around and making them fear him but with skekVar there is a sort of mutual respect going that really speaks out in a different way. Maybe I am just reading too much into it, but I always did enjoy how they interacted with one another!

Favorite season/movie: Well, skekSo didn't get much screen time in the movie other then him dying and turning to dust so.... Definitely enjoyed him more in the show then the film xD

Favorite line: "NOOOOO!" (Yes, this scene is still very infamous to me for personal reasons but the way he carried out his "no's" cracked me up each time xD)

Favorite outfit: Honestly, the main outfit he wore throughout the show. It's just so regal and goth, I love it! And as a goth and fashion enthusiast myself, I am all up for the style he has! The battle armor he wore near the end made it a tad more laughable to be honest.

OTP: I started shipping him with skekVar but ended up with an OT3 of skekVar and skekZok. So now all three of them live in a happy relationship with each other in my noodle~

Brotp: I see him being on neutral terms with skekMal!

Head Canon: I feel that even in the show it wasn’t seen or given, but he did feel a lot of remorse and regret after the loss of skekVar. He seemed very close with him and spoke with skekVar with more trust then he did the others. Perhaps in secret he did mourn the General’s loss.

Unpopular opinion: Does this count as an unpopular opinion? I know most people see him with just a few strands of hair but I tend to see him with a head full of long flowing white locks he keeps hidden beneath his clothes. It adds to the extra layer of vanity for a proud Emperor such as he! He looses it over time the darkening consumes him and withers down his health.

A wish: To see what he was like as an urSkek prior to being split up into a Skeksis and urRu. Yeah, I know people don't care or like the urSkeks all that much but honestly, I would LOVE to see more urSkek lore and see what it was that made SoSu so special among his peers. It was said, after all, he had a voice that could move the stars but was conflicted and consumed with darkness. Honestly, I want to know why and who he was prior to all of this mess! SkekSo even says in the show he still has nightmares of the life before so I wonder, what they were and how it was! So much potential here, man!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I don’t think I have any of these to be honest? At least with skekSo. Not that I can think of on top of my head now.

5 words to best describe them: Proud, absolute piece of shit, pretty, conniving, and menacing.

My nickname for them: Stupid idiot

#Matla answers #non doodle reply #skekso #baron dark #father ariandel #headcanon territory

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I really don’t understand the amount of people who apparently dislike Mihrimah for not giving Rüstem a chance/not having Rüstem grow on her. I don’t know entirely how I feel about Mihrimah as a character but I feel like if you were to dislike her that’d be a silly reason. It was a opportunistic marriage, one she never wanted and to a man she never loved. Not to mention he was also borderline pedophilic (when he said to her on her wedding night that he had been “waiting for this moment for years” when she was 17..okay) and then coercing her into consumating the marriage through the threat of suicide. Sure, the circumstances of Rüstem’s life were sad, but I don’t understand how that entails him being *entitled* to Mihrimah’s love or affection. And if anything I found Rüstem to be misogynistic and possibly even abusive, which likely made marriage to him all the worse. Mihrimah’s definitely not perfect or above criticism, but that doesn’t mean she owed any man love, sex or affection, royal borne woman or not.

I don't understand them, either. Because this is the last thing Mihrimah should be disliked for.

Rüstem is a very odious character with minimal redeeming qualities. His supposed love for Mihrimah is established disturbingly early on and while that may have fled over the audience's heads (it sure did fly over my head when I first watched the show!) because their marriage is a historical fact and as such, is automatically considered the normal course of things - the questionable pedophilic implications are definitely there and send off the alarming signs of utterly problematic behavior. Sure, he's done his duty by saving her after she fell off a horse and (little!) Mihrimah thanked him for it, but it is clearly seen in his eyes by the second episode he's on-screen that there's something more and something baffling when the girl is so young. And it only escalated from there.

Obviously, most of his fanbase ignores or flat out misses this aspect of his character, but I also find people that think that his attitude to Mihrimah is the only bad thing about Rüstem when I find most of his negative traits to be present outside of Mihrimah, but with her witnessing them. I feel the connection to Iskender Çelebi and the way he bacame the stable-man of the castle are his most important character establishing moments: they shine a light into his sneakiness and ability to play dirty, but also reveal his immediate prejudice against Ibrahim. The ambition, similar to Hürrem's, but not for the same reasons, is set up from the get-go. He's seemingly following Iskender, just like he comes to seemigly follow Hürrem, but he always forges his own path for his own gain. His alleged "loyalty" is the thing that Rüstem usually gets the most credit for, but while he begins to look like Hürrem's loyal companion that shall fulfill her every order, this whole facade is deconstructed and ultimately, totally broken apart in S04. His character establishing moments recontextualize all the decisions he makes in that season and show the true nature of his ambition: he followed Hürrem when she prevailed over everyone, he followed her when she seemingly gave him the world and all the desired power and when she and the one she wanted for the throne were put into a disadvantaged position and Selim got the upper hand, he ran straight for the opportunity, despite of him making an oath in front of the Quran not to do that. He turns out to be simply an opportunist hyena who works only for his own gain. Nothing more. Just like he saw the opportunity to get rid of the stable-man before him in the past, now he sees the opportunity to be on the winning side again with Selim. He doesn't care who is he in front of and who he promised what, as long as they're of no use to him, he bails. His "loyalty" immediately disappears from his positive traits, because it turns out he never had it in the first place. People praise him for his loyalty for Mihrimah, but that "loyalty" also lasted so long - when he found out that she wouldn't ever come to love him, he began to bang with Gracia Mendez, in conjunction with the betrayal of what Hürrem stood up for. Now, tell me, how can Mihrimah love such a guy? That was one of the only reasons she tolerated him and when even that was lost, how can she still keep her ties with him?

[His backstory is sad indeed, but the only thing it does is put his actions into perspective, not justify them or make him likeable somehow. Especially when what that "character lore dump" specifically explains is his refusal to tell Nigar where her daughter is - the backstory makes that action logical for his character, but it's still framed as nothing short of spiteful. That said, he still does have some soft sides and the arc with his brother is where I found him the most sympathetic - this is the time Rüstem actually showed vulnerability without false alarms or disguise and his brother was probably the only thing that was precious to him and stayed precious after all these years, consistently throughout his screentime. What helps even more, is the brother's role as a moral compass and the last bridge between the past/his loyalties and the future/the victories he would achieve through opportunism. That was the last gasp of what was left of his possible humanity and after his brother was killed, he let it go almost instantly, because... well, after he willingly chose his own life in the saray, he might as well continue to live it, right? Him saving a boy in S03 without any hesitation whatsoever, was also respectable. But these demonstrations of a softer side of his being are also taking place outside of Mihrimah, but with her not witnessing them altogether. And they do little in changing the general impression of Rüstem's character and his relationship with Mihrimah.]

We have to keep in mind that Mihrimah's whole S03 arc was finding purpose in her life and finding true love. She had many love stories throughout the series with different people, different personalities and different motives to try to make it work with them. No matter what they've went through together and despite of them all having the same outcomes due to different outside (and inside) factors, there is a reason she fell for these people in the first place. Okay, while for Bali Bey it was a bizarre, puppy, immature, childish love, for Taşlicalı something truly genuine began to flourish with all the glances, poems, dedication (Mahidevran succeeded to break them up, but it's not to be denied that Taşlicalı was very hard to convince and he was still thinking of her afterwards) and sweet words. She got a call for a new adventure with him. Bali Bey, on the other hand, was adored by her mostly for his handsomeness, I feel, but even when he tore all her dreams apart, he showed tact and respect. What I mean to say is, if Rüstem has qualities that are "worthy of Mihrimah", wouldn't she see them? Wouldn't she see all these virtues? Because all she sees before the marriage are his words that she will marry him, that she will be his and that's it. The best she sees of him is his good manners when he asks her whether she wants something or stuff, but he could do that with everyone else, knowing his post, and the previous implications make even that alone head scratching. Why would she want a man like that? I agree with all your points. Are you, people, denying Mihrimah her feelings? She realized the potential advantages of this marriage and agreed to do it regardless, why does she have to come to love him when he truly gives her no real reasons to, even before she married him?

I believe Rüstem cares about Mihrimah, albeit in his own distorted, toxic way, but in reality, he didn't do her any good. His relationship with Mihrimah revels in manipulation and facades for her to keep, because she has to "protect" her brothers. Rüstem never actually took account of her own feelings or opinions on matters, especially when what she proposed wasn't an opportunistic enough option for him to afford. Their interactions are mostly focused on the survival of the game and the actions that have to be taken to achieve that. He often puts an unbelievable amount of pressure on her, which while given because of the system they live in, hurt more than it helped. Their relationship was never allowed to flourish in a healthy manner and Mihrimah could never be truly herself in it, not even for a moment. The castle she lived in, her home, was merely full of tension every day, not a source of comfort. His stoic, serious cunning contrasts with her own spirit. Not to mention that it always seemed he considered his marriage to Mihrimah as a price, a goal he had finally achieved and I doubt that she wasn't aware of it to some extent. The root of the marriage is only political opportunism and no matter how hard you try, you simply cannot force a person to love someone they're with only out of sheer necessity, only for a purpose for "the greater good". Rüstem never did anything to earn Mihrimah's love and she shouldn't be hated for not loving him. This is what MC Rüstem is as a character, whether we like it or not, and he isn't a healthy person for Mihrimah. If she couldn't warm up to him when she fully got to know him in their alone time, that means something is missing. That means he just isn't for her and. that's. OKAY.

But there may be reasons why some people could dislike Mihrimah because of it. I offer my experience with cases I've encountered in forums: these people are usually very invested in Hürrem's character to the point they view everything she does as excusable, at the least, so of course they would want to justify Hürrem marrying Mihrimah to Rüstem. But plainly selfish political gain is no justification and that may leave cracks in their view of Hürrem and it all may disturb them to a great amount. That's why they channel this ire on Mihrimah and perhaps demand for her to warm up to Rüstem, so they get the justification Hürrem supposedly deserves, especially paralleled with Valide and Mahidevran's previous attempt to marry Aybige and Mustafa, who.. surprise, surprise (but not really), didn't love each other. There's another facet to this, with people seeing or wanting to see Mihri only as "her mother's daughter" and not wanting to marry, not loving Rüstem destroys that picture, because there's a "crack in the system", she doesn't listen to her mother, who obviously knows better and that could be disappointing or demotivating, given the expectations she has set when she defended her in E84. Or maybe they dislike Mihrimah for not loving Rüstem, because they do find something in him. They love "bad boys" and genuinely don't know why Mihrimah doesn't, either and that could make them see her as an annoyance. Or maybe they just anticipate more juicy scenes between her and Rüstem because of the probable chemistry between the two actors and if they watch it only for the spectacle (believe me, such people really exist!), they may insist that Mihrimah is only spoiled and ruined everything for them. Or maybe, again, people may find this insulting to the historical facts or whatnot and if Mihrimah didn't not stand him, this "mess" of writing could be fixed a little. The writers have ruined her character along with the history, according to them. It's absurd, I know and I don't get it, either, but the reasons are there, as far as I'm concerned. That still doesn't take away from the fact that this is the weirdest accusation you could throw at Mihrimah, with how Rüstem himself is.

You're right that Mihrimah has many other, vastly more offputting traits that she could be disliked for. Little Mihrimah is very brash and spoiled and entitled, to the point she gave her own mother a run for her money. That was gone when she grew up, but it would be understandable if some didn't actually believe the change, especially when she shows this side of hers again every now and then. She could be perceptive, but could also be prone to influence at the same time, sometimes to an annoying degree. There have been times where she has let her own bias lead her and that clouded her judgement in several occasions. She came to idealize her mother too much sometimes, as well. She was terribly insistent on her infatuation with Bali Bey and letting go of it took her very long. She didn't want to listen much to the enemies of her own mother. Her huge love for Bayezid prevented her from viewing Selim as objectively. She could be vengeful. She could be bossy. She couldn't fully face someone calling her out on her mistakes. (the confrontation with Selim in E139) She became so engrained to her castle life that when she was offered a way out, she didn't follow it. All these are very interesting character flaws for me, but I get why they might be a dealbreaker. But disliking or hating her for not loving Rüstem? Heck, hating her for her contribution to Mustafa's death alone is more valid than that! Disliking her for all these flaws piling up together is perfectly reasonable. But for this? It's strange.

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #muhtesem yuzyil #mihrimah sultan #rustem pasha #ask #stuffandthangs

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Buffy: the Vampire Slayer (1997)

Season 1

Hello and Welcome back my creepy congregation! We will be taking todays service from the Big Screen into your living room for our first Personal Devotional. That's Right! We're reviewing full seasons of television series now and what better way to bring the spirit of the genre film to the idiots lantern that with the 90s Television sensation and all around love letter to the horror genre, Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

The Message

Regardless of how one may feel about Mr. Whedon we can't deny how much we love Buffy Summers and the Kids who live and die in Sunnydale! Season one of Buffy was a spin off/reboot of the earlier film and an attempt by Whedon to course correct the franchise by breathing a little charm and attention into the subject matter.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Season 1) focuses on Buffy Summers, a not so typical California high school student who, due to the events of the movie, has been relocated to Sunnydale High. Buffy is not just a cute, athletic, teenage girl looking to enjoy the prime of her life, though she is those things, she is also the Slayer, an anointed warrior who has been reincarnated throughout the generations to protect our vulnerable weak human world from the forces of evil; particularly Vampires. Buffy is a sort of supernatural Captain America, that is a peak human being, but instead of Nazi Science she was born with her powers.

Joining Buffy are; High School outcasts Willow and Xander (a nerd and a nice guy respectively), The ridiculously sexy librarian Rupert Giles (her mentor, guardian, high school librarian, and all around precious papa bear), Jenny Calendar (a technopagan computer teacher armed with all the mystery an ignorant 90s boomer could attribute to the internet), Angel (Spoiler: He's a Vampire, but he's a good guy. A hunky, broody, good guy vampire love interest), and her loving but entirely oblivious mother. The Scoobies as they have come to be called aid Buffy in her quest to protect Sunnydale from Dark Forces.

And Speaking of those Dark Forces, they are primarily vampires, led by the Master; an ancient vampire who resembles to some degree Nosferatu and a Bat, a look that Guillermo Del Toro would later perfect in his own series the Strain. The Master seeks to fulfill an ancient prophecy that would open the Hellmouth (a portal to hell, exactly what it sounds like) and free him in order that he and his kind should conquer the world.

The first season is fairly short consisting of the following adventures.

1. Welcome to the Hellmouth - Buffy moves to Sunnydale seeking to leave her Vampire ways behind, but the vampires just won't let her catch a break.

2. The Harvest - Vampire Shenanigans continues. Buffy learns of the Master.

3. Witch - A fellow Cheerleader is possessed by her witchy mom.

4. Teachers Pet - Buffy vs Giant Mantis

5. Never Kill a Boy on the First Date - Buffy vs the Anointed One (Not Really)

6. The Pack - Buffy vs Hyena Possessed High School Bullies

7. Angel - Buffy vs Angel but actually Darla

8. I, Robot ... you, Jane - Buffy vs Internet Demon

9. The Puppet Show - Buffy and Sid the Dummy vs Organ Harvesting Demon

10. Nightmares - Buffy has bad dreams

11. Out of Mind, Out of Sight - Buffy vs Invisible Nerd

12. Prophecy Girl - Buffy vs The Master (also Buffy Dies)

Overall the short season, while not allowing for too much world building, kept the show to a format that allowed very little filler. So although we mostly only get vampires as villains, we don't have enough time to really be bored of it. Some of the shows dynamics and cultural concerns definitely date the series but overall Season 1 of Buffy is definitely not a difficult watch, and can be enjoyed over and over again.

Let's get to the Benediction:

Best Character: Slay Girl, Slay!

As far as season one goes the titular Buffy Summers is the best character. Sarah Michelle Gellar is absolutely charismatic in the lead role and though at times she may seem selfish or reckless it makes perfect sense for the character. The character is allowed to be weak, to be selfish, and to be unlikeable. She avoids the foibles of a Luke Skywalker or a Harry Potter. She joins the ranks of primary protagonists who are not constantly outshined by their supporting cast. I believe when Buffy is sad, I believe when she throws a punch, I believe she struggles with her destiny. The only thing I don't believe is how ditsy she let's on.

Best Actor: Head's Up!

Anthony Stewart Head. Head as Giles is just fantastic. His balance of frustration with Buffy and genuinely parental concern is heartwarming and absolutely makes Giles one of the warmest father figures in television history.

Best Episode: A 'Master'ful Finale

It all builds up to Prophecy Girl and for good reason. Television shows often have mini-finale's at the end of their first seasons because the teams behind the series are not sure they will have a chance to tell more of their story. For that reason you can see just the first season of most television series and feel like you've heard the whole deal. I wish this habit was kept up in other seasons as we wouldn't still be wondering what the hell happened to Joel at the end of the Santa Clarita Diet. Buffy is no exception to this phenomenon and therefor attempted to tie up much of it's narrative in Prophecy Girl. While that often means big bads will be dispatched, I think it's a small price to pay for not winding up in a cliff hanger. Buffy and Giles just shine in this episode, Angel is given a more heroic role, Willow finally values herself as she should and Xander stops being a fucking horrible human being for once. This episode really satisfies in all areas.

Best Villain: Sweet, Sweetheart Killer

It's such a shame that Darla was killed so early on in the franchise. She is such a great presence on the screen that she overshadows all the villains that play alongside her, even the Master. I would have loved to have seen an alternate season where she offs the old coot and assumes the role of big bad much like Spike does in Season 2. Lucky for everyone that Darla is featured throughout the show in flashbacks and I hear she is even resurrected in Angel. Also, for Scott Pilgrim fans I feel like she and Envy Adams are very much sympatico. Maybe if they reboot Buffy all my dreams will come true.

I'd also like to take this time to recommend the song Angels and Darlas by Say Hi! It's pretty good.

Best Monster Design: Internet Troll!

While I can't speak for where the money in Season 1 of Buffy went, I can say that at least some decent cash was spent on both the forms of Moloch the Corruptor from the Episode "I, Robot ... You, Jane". Moloch was pretty wicked looking as a machine toward the end of the episode, he looked like a Mortal Kombat villain, but it's the green scales and ram horns the actor is sporting at the beginning of the episode that really catches the eye. In fact, I'm feeling compelled to hunt down any Moloch the Corruptor merch that may be out there on the internet. It's certainly no mystery why the demon's face is featured prominently in the theme song. It just looks great! Good job to the make up department there.

Most WTF moment: "Pack"s a Punch on Principle

While not the greatest episode in season one "the Pack" is certainly worth the watch if for no other reason than the horror is kicked up when a group of high school students under the influence of a malevolent Hyena God, decide that the School Mascot is not enough to satisfy their bloodlust turn on the principal, and yes, THEY EAT HIM. I remember being completely caught of guard the first time I saw that scene, and it kickstarted the running gag of Sunnydale high principles meeting their demise in horrific ways.

Worst Character: No More Mr. Nice Guy

When I was in college I often felt bad for Xander. The funny guy who just had no luck with women. He was sarcastic but had a big heart, and used a horny gimmick to mask his loneliness, or so I thought. But now I am older, I am wiser, I have known the touch of another human being and I have to say that Xander Harris is a really scummy fellow. I don't remember thinking so poorly and I wonder if the character develops a more nuanced view of women as the show goes on. As it stands there's barely a point in the series that Xander does not view the female cast as objects for him to enjoy or be embittered towards for one reason or another. It's not charming, it's foul. Xander Harris of season one is absolutely a terrorist attack waiting to happen, if Buffy had happened today it would be much more concerning to see someone so embittered, horny, and entitled to womens time and energy as Xander Harris. Dude is one step away from pulling an Elliot Rogers. Calm down buddy and maybe actually listen to a woman and you may find you aren't as much of a 'nice guy' as you think.

Worst Episode(s): If you're not first ...

It's a toss up on this one. Season One of Buffy is actually so short and concise that the 'Monster of the Week' episodes will have to be up for grabs as the worst episode by default, but even they are pretty watchable and don't warrant the vitriol a "worst" dub usually entails. I'd say there is not a worst episode of season one, just some episodes that aren't as good as the rest. In that vain, take your pick from "Witch", "Out of Mind, Out of Sight", or "The Puppet Show". However, I'd be doing a disservice to those episodes not to mention that each one of them takes what could just be a basic Buffy Vs (insert Villain), and does something unique and interesting with the idea. The villain of "Witch" actually turns out to be a has been cheerleader actually possessing the body of her innocent daughter to relive her glory years, The Invisible Girl is actually the victim of social cruelty, her peers disinterest in her manifesting in her condition becoming quite literal and she is picked up by the military in the end, then the Puppet show, well, it's just about the stupidest most absurd thing that could possibly happen and it's completely unafraid of that fact.

Summary:

Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Season 1) is not the most groundbreaking TV, but it is absolutely evident why the show was such a phenomenon. Season 1 is particularly rewatchable. It does not demand too much investment or attention, but it will get it from you, especially on a first viewing. It's not afraid to take itself absolutely seriously or to plant it's tongue firmly in it's cheeks. It is to a degree a product of it's time, but in many other aspects feels timeless.

Overall Grade: B

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chicagocityofclans · 3 years

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Jin Asato → Daniel Henney → Hyena

→ Basic Information

Age: 221

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: January 8th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Atheist

→ His Personality Jin is a restless soul. He is always looking for some kind of new adventure, whether that is found in new relationships, new military tours, or doing things he's never done before. His childhood in a wild and aggressive hyena clan formed his focused, and detailed personality from a young age. He enjoys the control he has over his hyena and relies more on hyperactivity and exercise to stave off the frenzy. Jin has always been confident in who he is and what he wants; and what he generally wants is to wander.

He has never been comfortable settling in one place for long. Jin often takes vacations, going for weeks or months at a time to some beautiful natural location where he can expel excess energy and meet new people. Jin rarely knows where he’ll go and relies on the words of locals and fellow travelers to dictate his path. Though he is proactive and a natural leader, Jin has never stepped up to take any major position. He knows his borderline nomadic lifestyle isn’t the best for the clan and never wants to see someone suffer because of his choices.

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Part Time Firefighter/Part Time Park Ranger

Scars: Many

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Being Outdoors and Exploring

Two Dislikes: Stillness and Air Fresheners

Two Fears: Drowning and Untidiness

Two Hobbies: Mountain Climbing and Backpacking

Three Positive Traits: Confident, Proactive, Focused

Three Negative Traits: Restless, Spontaneous, Peripatetic

→ His Connections Parent Names:

Ine Asato (Mother): Ine was the head of Jin’s original clan. She was the quintessential hyena, full of chaos and frenzy. His clan was actively encouraged to attack others. Jin never found himself fitting in well, and joined the military to get away from his family.

Teru Asato (Father): Jin’s father was a complete follower. He respected Ine as the head and rarely acted for himself or his own wishes. Jin never wanted to be like him and made a choice from a young age to be thoughtful and purposeful with his actions.

Sibling Names:

None

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Venus Barton (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin and Venus could not have had opposite personalities, but they had a consistent habit of falling into bed with one another. She encouraged him to let loose a little, and he kept her on the straight and narrow. Jin is still devastated at her death, and has blocked out nearly all his pack mates and friends.

Sanna Salgado (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin met Sanna, a local hyena, while on a trip hiking across the Andes Mountains. They had five passionate days together on the trail, which continued when she returned with him to Chicago. Soon they both tired of each other, though she stayed in the city. She has recently reached out to him in the wake of Venus’s death but they have yet to rekindle their relationship.

Esme Galindo (Interest): Esme is a human 2nd grade teacher who lives in the unit above Jin’s. He ignored her for most of the first year she lived above him, but found himself drawn to her the more conversations he had with her. She’s sweet, nice, and meek; none of which have ever been his type before. There’s a quiet strength to her and it has intrigued him.

Christina O'Moore (Ex-Girlfriend): Jin met Christina while backpacking in Europe. She was human but reminded him so much of the hyenas back home. They had a few interesting nights together and decided to keep in contact. They dated off and on for a few years before Jin decided he wouldn’t mind her taking the bite. He planned on explaining himself and the supernatural world while they were ice climbing but a freak accident took her away before he could confess.

Beth Jessem (Ex-Girlfriend): Beth is a sweet spotted hyena that Nada and Raja tried to get him to settle down with. They dated for a few months before Jin called it quits. He couldn’t see her as anything more than a friend. Jin tried to hold it together for her but they were too different and couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life with her. They are still friends and Jin has recently met her new boyfriend. He doesn’t know why he’s burning with jealousy seeing them together.

Calinda Hall (Ex-Girlfriend): Calinda and Jin have recently broken up. She has it in her mind that she would make the best leader for their clan. When Jin found a freshly turned hyena in Calinda apartment, he freaked out and informed Nada. He would have felt guilty if Calinda wasn’t sleeping with all of the males she turned.

Platonic Connections:

Ethan Cleirigh (Good Friend): Ethan, Asa, and Jin go to the same Veterans support group. Ethan and Jin met around a year ago and became close friends in that time. Jin has been trying to get Ethan out and about more, suggesting they go climbing or exploring.

Asa Fields (New Friend): Asa has only recently begun going to Jin and Ethan’s support group, but they’ve become fast friends. Jin’s heard rumors surrounding the Fields family and is interested to see how true they are.

Benjamin ‘Ben’ Nile (Friendly): Jin knows Ben from being around Venus’s house so often as he was growing up. He tried to reach out to Ben, but believes it was too late to be any kind of parental figure. He seems a little lost and doesn’t seem to care that he is.

Juliette Willott (Friends): Juliette and Jin, while not very close, share many similarities. They were both born into large hyena clans and they’re both incredibly active and prefer to be outside. When on duty together, they often talk about the different places they’ve explored.

Gretchen Sims (Friend): Gretchen and Jin became friends quickly when she joined the clan. While they seemingly have very different personalities, Jin appreciates the softer and more intuitive side of Gretchen. It’s not often seen in Hyenas and he thinks it will make her a good leader. That is if she is willing to tone down some of her wilder ways.

Kylo ‘Nada’ Rajui (Good Friend): Nada is the person Jin is closest to in the Clan. Nada has his own past in the service and the two often were the balancing forces to Venus. He regularly receives an invite to Nada’s barbecues, though

Raja Lankala (Good Friend): Raja and Jin got along from the moment they met. He was initially interested in her, but happily stepped aside once Nada and Raja made it clear they were after each other. They remained close friends, and when going to the barbecue Jin usually hangs out with her and Juliette.

Peter Knox (Friendly): Jin loves the brews that Duke and Peter mix up. They recently have begun talking and he’s hoping they’ll consider recreating a foreign beer from his days in the Navy.

Deucalion Thornton (Friendly): Jin loves the brews that Duke and Peter mix up. They recently have begun talking and he’s hoping they’ll consider recreating a foreign beer from his days in the Navy.

Talia Cleirigh (Acquaintance): Jin has met Talia a few times, having gotten dinner with her and Ethan. They’re kind of an odd pair in Jin’s eyes, but they seem to be happy. Jin has considered briefly going to Talia’s practice to help with his own nightmares, but doesn’t know how well he’d react to dream manipulation.

Hostile Connections:

West Freemen (Dislike): He knows the younger hyenas can be a handful themselves, but when West parties with them he takes it to a whole new level. They’ve never make as stupid of decision as they do in West’s company and Gretchen especially can’t be making those bad choices anymore.

Russel Jordan (Dislike): Jin has a low tolerance for Russel. He exploits weaknesses in the clan and uses them for his own good. His motivations are almost always selfish and Jin thinks the clan has suffered for it. If Jin was more involved with the pack, he would have challenged Russel for third already.

Pets:

Gravy (3 Legged Kitten): Gravy was found outside near Gretchen, Luke and Ben’s apartment a month or so ago. They didn’t want him, so Jin took him in. He was already considering a therapy dog, and thought Gravy could work instead.

→ History (paragraph(s) on background)

→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Daniel Henney (Jin Asato) [1][2]

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marveliciousfanace · 5 years

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I'm guessing Timon and Pumba are two of the queer-coded characters, but who's the third one?

Sorry it took me so long to get to this! You asked a simple question, but I love to talk, so I’ll give you first a simple answer and then a more complicated one.

The simple answer is: yes, Timon and Pumbaa are the first two queer-coded characters (fun fact: originally, a more comedic version of Elton John’s “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” was written as a duet for them, before it was altered for Simba and Nala). The third character is Scar. And all three of these pose a problem.

Now for the more complicated answer. First, in case anyone thinks I’m making shit up as I go, I’ve done a number of research projects into queercoding at Disney. A source I used heavily, and one I really recommend, is the book Diversity in Disney: Critical Essays on Race, Ethnicity, Gender, Sexuality, and Disability. There are a ton of great essays here, but I draw mainly on two of them from the section on gender and sexuality. They are “’What Do You Want Me To Do? Dress in Drag and Do The Hula?’: Timon and Pumbaa’s Alternate Lifestyle Dilemma in The Lion King” by Gael Sweeney, and “Mean Ladies: Transgendered Villains in Disney Films” by Amanda Putnam.

Okay. Sources cited. Now my explanation.

The post I made about this talks about how the three queercoded characters in The Lion King serve as problematic threats to what is upheld as the good/true/pure/natural heterosexual order of things. Let’s start with Scar, because this is the most blatantly malicious. Scar is queercoded ala what some queer scholars refer to as the “limp-wristed trickster” archetype. This is particularly true of the original film, simply because the 2019 version lacks enough stylization to give a full impression of physicality, and this archetype relies heavily on action. It’s used in everything from Disney animation to James Bond, and it denotes a male character (usually a villain) who is cast as effeminate via traditional queer stereotypes (the limp wrist and hand motions, the slow drawl, and often an invasion of male character’s personal space in ways that is framed as unsettling and predatory). Compounded with what we know of Scar’s backstory (drawing purely from what the film tells us, as the average viewer wouldn’t look farther), we’re given a somewhat ominously effeminate male character, cast out of favor in his family for his hyper-masculine brother, who identifies largely with other outcasts as opposed to his own family. As a queer person, that’s intensely relatable. But we aren’t supposed to identify with Scar. He’s the villain. He and the other outcasts use trickery (the archetype includes trickster for a reason - because obviously these people are inherently deceitful and can’t triumph honestly) to ruin the good, heterosexual paradise that Mufasa commands by taking control for themselves. Scar in particular ruins “traditional, pure heterosexual marriage” by his advances at Sarabi, trying to coerce her into marrying him instead (and notably, there is a distinct lack of even “jealous lover” coding here, so the politicality and violation of modern heterosexual norms is even stronger). Even if the audience does not consciously recognize Scar’s queercoding, it’s highly probable that most can subconsciously draw connections between him and stereotypical traits placed onto queer people. Queercoding villains is a long-time tradition in media for precisely this reason.

But Timon and Pumbaa aren’t villains...or are they? The thing about Hakuna Matata is that, for all its catchy, merchandisable qualities, it’s not actually supposed to be a good thing. Timon and Pumbaa are recognizable as a queer couple (Timon particularly is intended to be somewhat camp) who adopt a son and raise him together in an “alternative lifestyle.” The original film makes it seem somewhat shallow - fun, yes, but ultimately something unnatural and wrong, which I’ll get to in a minute - but the 2019 version makes it downright sinister. Hakuna Matata goes from care-free love and family to “don’t care about others, look out only for yourself, and ignore whatever impacts you might have on other people” selfishness. And it is framed as selfishness, even though I can’t actually see what’s so bad about the actual way they live. The fact that the line metaphor (as opposed to the circle) is used and vilified takes on a particularly upsetting overtone for me: Timon and Pumbaa are prey animals, so the fact that they would not see a circle, but merely the way those at the top (predators -> lions -> the heterosexual patriarchal structure) take advantage of those at the bottom (prey -> queer individuals who don’t subscribe to heterosexual lifestyles) is both relatable and apt, and so for a line metaphor to be instead framed as ignoring the needs of the community (which Hakuna Matata is literally built on - the sanctuary of the prey community that Timon and Pumbaa have built together) in favor of selfishness is particularly distressing, and the fact that in the new film, their relationship has a much harsher, more belittling edge to it did not help.

But regardless of the degree to which Hakuna Matata is vilified before Nala’s arrival, it is her arrival that solidifies it as A Problem. We see the nasty, evil gays I mean hyenas, led by Scar, ruin the pridelands with their greed for power and control (ie a voice in politics) while other queercoded characters raise Simba in “selfish” tranquility and happiness. And then Nala shows up. Heterosexual “love at first sight” does not instantly cure Simba of his “alternative lifestyle,” but it does open him to doubt about the validity of it, further instigated by the instance of Rafiki and his cloud!dad that he has strayed from his nature (heterosexuality) and must return to it. By rejecting Hakuna Matata (queerness) and returning to Pride Rock (heterosexuality), Simbra re-institutes the “natural order.” The sun literally rises again out of the darkness, and all of the queercoded characters literally die, unmourned, in flames. All except Timon and Pumbaa, who have earned the “privilege” of leaving their community in favor of being charitably adopted by a bunch of predators. As a queer person watching the film, this smacks uncomfortably of “pet gay/gay best friend/token gay” stereotypes and traditions, that queer people who can perform their queerness inoffensively for straight people can earn the privilege of not being seen as “one of those gay people” by virtue of knowing their place.

I’d apologize for the essay, but this is actually something I care about deeply, so I’m not sorry at all. In conclusion, I like The Lion King (not the 2019 version, which is an abomination for a number of reasons), but it is important to be aware - particularly if you’re a straight viewer - of the implications that queercoding can have on your narrative via who and how it is done. The Lion King’s queercoding would not inherently have been a problem, except that it applies a) to a villain and b) to a lifestyle that is explicitly condemned and must be overcome by the protagonist.

#my thoughts #disney #the lion king #i wont apologize for the essay #i love talking about analysing queerness in texts

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ifeveristoday · 4 years

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we have always sent children into war

Something I’ve appreciated about Jordie’s writing for the Boom!verse is how consistent she’s been with building on characters and themes - when I think she’s dropped a plot point, it asserts itself in the next issue. While there have definitely been threads that are a little too exposition happy, or heavy-handed attempts at Whedonesque dialogue, on the whole - she understands and sees the earnest heartbeat of the show and infuses her own spin on Sunnydale and its inhabitants. Buffy was a show about human fears and anxieties given form as monsters and curses and a hero’s journey paralleled with a coming of age story.

But it was also a story about a war - the Slayer versus the darkness. Over seven years, Buffy and her friends and family fought and tested their own boundaries and capabilities for darkness and the pursuit of power.

In the Boom!verse, the idea of legacy has been stated from issue one - Buffy has her obvious calling, and Giles has his life long training to be a Watcher, and then Buffy’s watcher. Neither of them is automatically good at it and they’re still figuring what their legacies will ultimately be.

In issue 11, legacy comes back in the form of a conversation between Rose, Kendra and Robin.

Rose is a military brat from a military family - her father and her grandfather both chose it as a career. She shrugs off Kendra’s admiration for her family history by saying that it’s all become second nature and there’s really nothing special about it.

Then she asks Kendra about her father - and Kendra dismisses him as a deadbeat that she doesn’t care about because he didn’t care about her. That she’s discovered there are more important things that concern her - namely her calling as a Slayer.

Robin’s sudden interjection that if there are more important things, why are Rose and Kendra chatting away like besties on a date than - getting to the bottom of the fuckery that’s beset Sunnydale?

Rude, Robin. Also sometimes people just want to live and not dwell on the horrors of life, okay?

It’s also clearly projection: Robin has a loving dad who cares deeply about him - but he also has an apparently long-festering resentment over 1) his mom dying because of her Calling and leaving him, 2) despite ‘Slayer blood running through his veins,’ none of his training matters because the Council didn��t choose him to be a Slayer (is that even possible? #releasethelorejordie) and instead he’s...settled into being a Watcher. His legacy isn’t to follow his mother’s path, and his second nature doesn’t make him ‘special’ enough to do so. So to listen to Rose and Kendra being so casual about their own legacies --- well, it triggers his insecurities, which I’m sure is not helped by the evil toxic masculinity Rage Sweats that have been infecting all the men lately.

Is it a super heavy-handed metaphor for how performative/peer pressured ideals of masculinity is damaging to everyone? and to have the Hellmouth emit evil pheromones causing this a gloss over for real societal problems?

Probably.

But also TVBuffy fought a literal penis headed monster and Xander ate part of his school mascot while under the influence of a wild hyena spirit and also split into two selves trying to figure out which one was the real him and whatever the fuck the episode Billy was, so I’m going to give Jordie a pass here.

When Kendra calls him out on his overreaction, yet still calling him Mr. Wood (acknowledging her more traditional character and respect for the Council), he loses it completely when she tells him to not go off on his own - it’s dark and also it’s Sunnydale where people die in inexplicable evil-adjacent ways.

He retorts that he doesn’t need a mother and that he doesn’t need you -

hello, Parental issues. It wouldn’t be a Whedonverse adjacent property without someone’s parental issues. Robin is wrong of course - he does need Kendra because he’s her Watcher, and he’s (understandably) mad about his mother.

Rose and Kendra puzzle over Robin’s sudden hulk rage, but go back to figuring out what’s rotten in Sunnydale and how much Buffy’s absence is felt - even though they’re auxiliary Scoobies at this point, Buffy is what brought them together. Kendra brings up the general loneliness of a Slayer - she has to keep her identity secret, she doesn’t generally ask for help re: Life things, and the regimented nature of Slayerhood really makes me think about the similarities to a soldier’s life.

And Rose being a soldier’s child would be the perfect person to empathize with. I don’t have personal experience, but I do have friends who have served in different branches - and when I was living overseas, the country I lived in had mandatory army service for the men.

I’m not going to get in too deep about the whole troubling military complex that America has and how the business of war built this country or how it preys disproportionately on POC and lower-income people, or how when veterans come back, the services in place for them are lacking and how in general soldiers are good people who believed in the ideals of peace and protection while the realities don’t often match up with the propaganda...but you know.

Slayers are child soldiers who are sworn to protect a world at large that doesn’t know they exist or what they really do. But it also goes along with the real-world tradition of sending children into war - in the US [currently], you can legally join at 18 without a parent’s permission or 17 with a parent’s permission.

Think about back in history, before 18 was considered a legal adult.

So we have always sent children into war - but Jordie really emphasizes that the Scoobies are children fighting something they don’t really understand, and there are no adults around (hello, Show also did this but also because Adults are not actually people in the 90s) to guide them, which adds to the anxiety.

Giles is all Rage Sweated out, Jenny is probably taking well deserved time for grading papers and chilling with her cat (h/t @jenny-calendar) and it’s up to Xander and Willow, as the OG Scoobies to figure out what to do, now that Buffy’s disappeared.

And oh, her disappearance has taken an emotional and physical toll - Xander’s been patrolling every night, with some assistance from Willow - it doesn’t seem like she’s been doing it nightly though. He’s tired and upset, and Willow’s upset she didn’t get to say goodbye to Buffy and they’re both hurting in their own ways and also not talking about what’s really bothering them, which is only tangentially connected to Buffy’s disappearance.

Willow and Xander’s bond has always been a key element to their characterizations and relationships with others - they’ve been ride or die from childhood, and now that they’re sharing a soul has made this closeness even more significant.

Which means when they fight, it’s to the bone. Xander’s previous issues of feeling lonely and ignored by others - and not being listened to manifests itself against Willow’s need to share and vent, but not actually listen - it gets ugly really fast.

Xander accuses Willow of being selfish and the reason she broke up with Rose is that she couldn’t handle the mundane realities of working hard at a relationship when she had the more exciting side-gig of fighting at Buffy’s side - which Willow angrily denies. Xander then rips into Willow’s need to be praised and liked, and suddenly brings up the possibility that she’s doing this to impress Buffy, which is stupid because she’s not here and also, she won’t ever make the gay love with you -

and Willow calls him out on his need for love and validation, that he falls for any girl who’ll give him ‘the least amount of attention.’

And Xander vamps out - if this is what Willow really thinks, that she’s always seen him something pathetic

which snaps both of them out of their fight.

Xander admits he only goes vampface when he’s really angry and he can’t always control it, but when he is - he feels better. Which is really concerning.

Xander goes on to say when he’s human, the anger has been harder to ignore, that there’s something dark calling to him and it makes him want to hurt Willow - and she confesses that she’s been feeling weird all the time as well.

Is their soul tie working against them?

And the fact that Xander in vampface feels more comfortable than when he’s being human and more prone to Rage Sweats -- that’s gotta be significant.

Kendra interrupts their heart to heart and tackles Xander to the ground, which leads to a few bits of hilarious misunderstandings, but also the bombshell that Buffy is dead.

According to Robin, a new Slayer is only called when the previous one dies - which means Buffy must have died.

There goes my whole ‘they are a slayer theory’ but I was expecting it to go that way. In an earlier post - or possibly just a conversation with @jenny-calendar, I was thinking out loud that because Buffy has passed into the Hellmouth, she is no longer of the living plane, so she’s considered ‘dead’ aboveground. Obviously, she is not dead no matter what the misleading summaries future comics say, but she is not among the living.

Semantics aside, everyone is fucked up from hearing this - Willow and Xander turn on Robin, insisting he’s wrong and that it’s a sick joke, which causes Robin’s final form: teary-eyed Rage Hulk Hellmouth McGuffin. He says he didn’t ask for any of this, that he’s already lost so much - his mother, Buffy (which seems rather strange considering he was blanking her the whole time after he infiltrated her friend group and there didn’t seem to be any more flirting/sparkage in the lead up to Hellmouth) and more importantly - his chance to be a Slayer.

He’s railing against the fact he’s stuck with a Slayer that doesn’t know what a real vampire is, that there’s nothing special about her - and it’s obvious that even though his words are coming from a dark ugly place, there’s the feeling that Robin feels entitled to his rage and disappointment.

Kendra’s aware something’s gravely wrong with Robin and tells him calmly that she doesn’t want to hurt him but like every villain at the peak of missed-redemption moment, he says he feels perfect. And the last bits of rationality exit his body and he calls on the Evil Bro Squad to surround the Scoobies.

And triggers Xander’s kill switch - apparently the darkness that Xander’s human side was feeling? That’s because his demon soul is tied to the soul that infected all the men of Sunnydale and turned them into misogynistic meat puppets.

Dunn dun dun -- it’s the Hellmother.

Xander pushes back, but he’s disturbed by how strong it feels and what’s keeping him from going completely evil Frat boy?

Kendra tells them they have to fight and they’ll figure out the details later - and they’re doing their last stand in some stunning colored horror-inspired panels and it doesn’t look good for our heroes when....

WHACK.

Anya brains Robin with a croquet mallet like some white-suited queen of hearts and snarks, “Great. Now I have to fight teenagers to save the world again.”

A surprise boss appears - is Anya going to be the final Adult and help the Scoobies out of the mess they’re in?

Did she even really leave? Was that rabbit that was skulking in the grass from earlier issues really her?

Once more, Jordie leaves us on a cliffhanger.

#thoughts and reactions #buffy comics #boom! studios #i have more #but this has already gotten ridiculously long #my meta #boom! verse

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vitanes · 5 years

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say it’s okay when it’s not

chapter 9: boys will be boys

One with a weird dream, PE lesson, bruises and Lucas waiting things out until it’s too late.

(a/n: this chapter contains heavy homophobia)

His legs keep moving and his muscles are straining but Lucas can’t stop. He’s out of breath, the sweat is rolling down his neck and back, plastering his hair to his forehead and blurring his vision. His heart is beating so loudly it’s all he can hear.

He has to go faster, has to go forward even though he doesn’t know why. He can feel blood in his mouth and his whole body is trembling. He looks down and his shoes are gone completely. There are wounds all over his feet, each step damaging the skin further.

He needs to speed up.

Lucas starts coughing, his whole body shaking with the movement and he trips over his own feet. He falls down and nearly smashes his face against the ground, but he reaches out his hands in the last second. Lucas screams between his coughs, the skin of the heels of his palms ripping. He looks at the blood seeping out of the cuts, cuts that the gravel from the ground has already slipped in.

His hands are black and red and burning.

“Look at you, how pathetic.” Lucas looks up and his eyes widen in shock when he notices Chloé hovering above him with a wicked grin stretching her features.

“I’m sorry,” Lucas croaks out. It feels as though he was speaking through dozen of razors in his throat.

The grin disappears from Chloé’s face and she tilts her head to the side with a snarl. “Too late,” she says and Lucas notices something glinting in one of her palms. She steps closer and reveals a knife. Lucas gasps, trying to move away from her. His limbs are frozen in place. “You deserve to die.” She’s standing right above his head, raising the knife up. Lucas closes his eyes, his chin wobbling in fear. She’s going to kill him and he can’t do anything but wait for it.

There’s a loaded moment, full of anticipation, and then a loud thud close to Lucas. A thud that makes the air shift. He blinks his eyes open and coughs through the dust.

A piano has crashed mere centimetres from where he’s lying. At first glance, it seems as if there’s no remaining trace of Chloé and Lucas briefly wonders whether she’s transformed. Then, he sees a bloody forearm sticking out from under the piano, the palm weakly clutching on the knife and he lets out a shaky breath.

Lucas can finally move so he stands up, shaking the dust off himself. He comes up to the piano. Its keys have moved after the fall and some of the parts are cracked, but Lucas thinks there’s some odd beauty in it.

He lets his dirty hands touch the piano and with a shuddering sigh, his fingers start playing notes he knows deep in his bones. He allows the familiar tune to shelter him from each and every danger in the world. He doesn’t have to run anymore, he can just stay here forever. Play over Chloé’s dead body.

***

Lucas’ eyes flutter open and he feels sticky from sweat. The aftertaste of his fucked up dream is making him uneasy. There’s pain shooting up from his right palm and he realises it’s been curled up into a fist. It’ll be a miracle for his fingers to finally heal considering how much strain he puts them through. He relaxes his hand and drags his other one over his face.

He really dreamed of Chloé being crushed by a piano. That’s what really happened in his head. Sweet.

Lucas groans and reaches for his phone laying on the nightstand. It’s after ten. He wonders when Eliott left. Whether it was when Lucas fell asleep or maybe in the early morning.

All at once their whole conversation flashes through his mind and he leans back against his pillow. There’s another, a foreign smell on his sheets and for some reason it makes his stomach flutter. Lucas pushes the sensation aside.

A lot happened, a lot was said. They’ve been friends for such a short period of time, but Lucas already feels awfully close to Eliott. He isn’t as scared to share his secrets, to be vulnerable. And maybe Eliott isn’t either. The thing they share, it’s fresh and easily breakable, but Lucas wouldn’t like to lose it. He can see Eliott in his future the same way he sees Yann and the rest of his friends. There’s something about their friendship that he wants to keep to himself, though. A selfish thing to say, but it’s true. He doesn’t want Eliott being open and honest with anyone else as he is with Lucas because Lucas doesn’t think he could be this way with anyone else aside from Eliott. He’s open with Yann, to some extent, but it’s different. And it scares Lucas, this new territory, the kind of friendship he can’t compare to any other one he’s ever had, but at the same time, he can’t get enough of. He hopes with his whole being that it’s mutual. That Eliott finds solace in Lucas’ presence, this quiet no one else can provide.

Getting lost in the thought regarding his friendship with Eliott, for a second Lucas can forget about what happened at school and what is yet to come. In the meantime, he can busy himself with more mundane things. Things that maybe in the future will help feel whole.

Lucas gets out of the bed and sluggishly leaves his room to go to the bathroom. He stops halfway through his path when he hears laughs coming from the kitchen and squints. He’s about to check it before he remembers he desperately needs to empty his bladder.

Once he’s out of the bathroom, the noises are still there and he’s completely confused because he knows all of these voices separately, but he can’t connect the dots on why they are in one place.

He steps towards the kitchen and stops dead in his tracks on the threshold when he sees Eliott sitting by the kitchen table with Manon while Mika is making coffee. All of them are chatting, munching on something and looking comfortable. Eliott doesn’t look out of place and that’s what hits Lucas the most. It’s confusing.

Eliott is the first one to have his eyes drift to Lucas and momentarily widen in shock before getting back to normal. He nods at Lucas, smiling softly and Lucas can feel his cheeks getting warm under his gaze.

He steps into the kitchen, going straight for one of the mugs Mika has just poured coffee into. “Morning,” he says, wrapping his hands around the mug to get some of its warmth to himself.

Mika looks at him in shock and Lucas hears Manon snorting from her place.

“Look at him, oversleeping, leaving his guest alone and stealing what isn’t his. Not that we don’t like you, quite the opposite.” The last part is said towards Eliott and Lucas raises one of his eyebrows.

“Stop trying to flirt with my guest,” Lucas says and Mika huffs.

“I’m not trying, I am flirting with him. If not me then who?”

Lucas rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure there are many other candidates,” Manon cuts in, her tone amused and Lucas glances towards Eliott who seems flustered all of sudden.

“I’m so sorry for oversleeping and leaving you with these hyenas,” Lucas says apologetically. He wouldn’t have overslept if he had known Eliott wasn’t leaving, but that’s beyond the point.

“Hey, there,” Mika says, offended, and knocks his shoulder against Lucas’.

“I don’t mind, it was fun,” Eliott says genuinely, smiling and Lucas involuntarily grins back at him, completely forgetting about Mika and Manon being there at all.

“You know what, I think I’m going to the living room,” Manon announces and it makes Lucas snap out of it and move his eyes towards her, puzzled. She’s sending Mika meaningful looks and Lucas gazes at him instead. Mika’s eyebrows are drawn together in confusion until he catches Lucas’ eye and a knowing glint appears in his own.

“Yeah, you’re right. There’s nothing else I’d rather do than go to the living room with you and you only.” He winks at no one in particular, grabs two mugs of coffee and exits the kitchen, his hips swinging. Manon follows him soon after and Lucas is just so perplexed. He’s happy to find out Eliott doesn’t look any less lost than him.

Lucas sits in the place Manon was occupying earlier and puts the mug down.

“I didn’t think you’d stay,” he mumbles, staring straight into his coffee.

“You asked me to, didn’t you?” Eliott asks, his tone soft. Lucas looks up at him and finds him already looking back.

“Sorry for not letting you go home,” Lucas says, embarrassed and Eliott cocks an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t want to be here, I’d have left. Let’s say I was selfish and wanted to hang out with you a little longer.” He looks sheepish and Lucas bites on his bottom lip.

Lucas remembers how much fun they had when he stayed the night and then spent the whole day at Eliott’s. Lucas can see the memories reflecting in Eliott’s eyes so clearly. He must be thinking the same.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” Lucas asks, his finger circling the brim of the mug.

Eliott’s mouth twitches and he nods.

***

Maybe shutting himself in the flat for the weekend seemed like a good idea at first, same with forgetting about everything going around, but thanks to it he’s completely unprepared when he eventually opens his Instagram on Monday and sees his notifications flooded. He’s been tagged in many nasty posts, people have messaged him things that make him feel sick and overall it’s not the greatest start of the day. He thinks he should delete his account or create another one, but after a moment he realises that he doesn’t want people trying to reach him in a different way. Once again, his way of ignoring problems until they disappear wins over anything else and he just tries to block as many people as possible.

Of course, the things he reads make his skin crawl. The amount of disgust, mockery, and threats is at times overwhelming and for a good moment Lucas ponders on whether going to school isn’t too dangerous, but what doesn’t kill him makes him stronger, right?

Well, he has a freak out before going to school and he pukes twice. So really, all that’s left is facing the reality.

He pulls his hood up and avoids any and all eye contact until he reaches his friends. It’s weird to see them again after everything he said last time. They all tried to get to him over the weekend, Yann being the most persistent, but Lucas simply said that he needed some time and that he’d be okay. He apologised for lashing out on them and asked Eliott to let them know all was good. He promised he would and Lucas trusted him.

“Hey,” Lucas says, coming up to them. It’s hard to look any of them in the eye so he settles on Eliott as he’s the only one Lucas doesn’t feel as guilty about anymore.

The guys greet him and Lucas would say they are acting normally, but there’s an underlying tension that he can’t shake off.

“I swear to God, if I knew who started this whole thing,” Arthur says suddenly, looking rather angry. “The things I’ve seen since the posters were hung are awful. I know you said we shouldn’t go to the principal but we need to do something. We can’t let all of that just go on.”

Lucas shrugs, swallowing over the lump in his throat. “It’ll be okay,” he says despite knowing better. But he doesn’t want them to think about it more than necessary.

“No, it won’t,” Arthur says through gritted teeth. Lucas remembers what Eliott told him on Friday, that Arthur is blaming himself and looking at it now, Lucas sees it. It’s apparent in everything he says and does. They really need to talk sooner or later. Lucas would prefer later since he hates deep talks and this one surely would count as one.

“Seriously, let it go. At least for now. I don’t want to make any more noise around it. Maybe it’ll die down naturally.” Lucas can’t think about the whole issue in its entirety, it makes his breathing shallow. He still hasn’t gotten around to realising he’s been outed and it’s not a dream. He’s pretty deep in denial, even if he acknowledges the situation it doesn’t feel real. He can’t get used to it. And getting deeper into this whole thing would only fuck him over further. He needs to close it in a cage and try to contain it. Damage control. Doing something about the nasty people is the opposite of what he considers being the best here.

“But–“

“I need to focus on something else or it’ll kill me,” Lucas says honestly, looking Arthur deep in the eyes and he can feel Yann inching closer to him, offering Lucas comfort that he isn’t sure he deserves. “Please.”

“Okay, but if something happens we aren’t going to leave it alone,” Yann says before Arthur can open his mouth. Lucas glances towards him and nods. He can’t do anything else because he isn’t in the mood for fighting.

The first bell rings and the school week starts.

***

Lucas has been changing in the locker room when he knows the other guys are there. He makes sure everyone has already gone to the gym before he enters. Sure, he’s late to each PE class now, but at least all he’s gotten from them are some dirty looks. In his whole strategy, though, what he didn’t predict was that one of them would come into the locker room for something when he was there on Tuesday.

He’s frozen in place, his shirt halfway pulled on and the other guy doesn’t move for a second as well. He must have thought they scared him off completely. Lucas gulps and the guy gets in the motion. He reaches into his backpack, pulls something out of it and leaves the locker room. But Lucas knows he will tell the rest and they will know he’s been invading their space.

Once he’s changed with his slightly shaky hands, he goes to the gym and all of the boys in his class look towards him, their eyes narrowed.

“Lallemant, late again? Next time you’re running laps for punishment. Now, join the group,” the teacher instructs him. He doesn’t look as if he cared that much, his eyes barely glossing over Lucas, but his words are not to be ignored. Maybe Lucas will just start changing in the bathroom.

Rather hesitantly, Lucas joins the group. They must have started warming up not so long ago and Lucas doesn’t mind it as much. He doesn’t have to interact with them during this part. Of course, before the truth about him came out, some of the boys would come up to him, chat with him or do some exercises together. But now it’s all in the past. They are treating him as some sort of disease, much more than people in other classes and Lucas wonders why’s that so. Why are they so aggressive here, but not in biology or French classes he shares with some of them.

After warming up usually come team games and Lucas can start minding his own business. The teacher will either tell him to go outside and run or to sit on the bench and observe. Lucas can’t imagine how the situation would look if his hand wasn’t injured and he could participate. No one would be pleased about having him on their team, that’s for sure.

“We’re playing dodgeball today. You know the rules. Divide yourself into two groups. Lallemant, how’s your hand?” the teacher asks and Lucas can feel pairs of eyes boring in the side of his face.

“Still bad.” It’s not like the guy is an idiot, he should know broken fingers don’t heal in less than two weeks.

“So you’re on the bench. Watch them and take notes,” he says and with the last nod, goes back to where he’s been sitting before. What kind of notes can he take during a game of dodgeball?

Lucas can’t hide his disappointment. When he’s told to go running, he usually stays longer and then can go back to change when the boys are already gone. He’ll have to make up an excuse as to why he isn’t coming back with them to the locker room now. Maybe he’ll offer to clear things up?

He hates that he’s been specifically told to watch them since he knows how allergic they can be to phrases like that and as they know he’s still been changing in the locker room, that can only make things worse.

Lucas sits down, defeat painted all over his features. He looks down on his lap, not wanting to give them more reasons to hate him.

He hears in the distance that the game started and he places his chin on the heels of his palms, his elbows digging into his thighs.

Lucas wishes he was allowed to take his phone here or whatever else so he wouldn’t get bored or lost in his thoughts so easily. The former always affects his performance during other lessons and the latter isn’t good for him in general. Especially that he’s been stuck in his head more often than not.

The posters have disappeared from the halls, no one has called him to the principal’s office, but the fear of things blowing up is still here. Something looming right behind his shoulder. People keep snickering or calling him slurs wherever he turns and he’s stopped checking his Instagram. It’s tiring and he isn’t sure how much longer he can endure it. He has troubles sleeping, he’s had them for months, really, and it’s obviously unhealthy. It’s a miracle for him to get a good night’s sleep.

His father has disappeared and Lucas is starting to worry about paying rent again. People around him have been feeding him without making a fuss out of it, but he can’t keep living off of them. Maybe he should look for a job, but who is going to hire a sixteen-year-old? Especially somewhere where he’d get enough money to live and the place wouldn’t be shady. Perhaps he should start looking at the legal actions he could take against his father, but that scares him as well. He doesn’t want to be moved to another home since he’s still a minor. Even without being outed, there are so many things placed on his shoulders and he feels utterly helpless.

Something hits Lucas in the face, stopping his train of thought, and the force of it knocks the wind out of him. His head is pushed against the wall behind and he can feel the pain blooming at the back of his skull, but it’s overshadowed by the ache in his nose and eye.

The ball falls to the ground and Lucas looks down in shock. He can feel something wet dripping from his nose and soon after he sees his blood over his palms and floor. He hears people chuckling through the daze in his head and he looks up.

The guy who said that he likes throwing the balls hard is currently sporting a satisfied smirk.

“Oops,” he lets out, picking up the ball that has rolled away from Lucas. Most of the boys don’t seem apologetic either. More like they knew and Lucas was the only one not let in the joke.

The blood is still running from his nose and he can’t move. He can feel his left eye swelling and it’s hard to blink to stop the tears.

“Do you guys not know how to properly aim? Jesus Christ,” the teacher says, coming up to paralysed Lucas. He holds out a tissue to him and Lucas takes it with trembling fingers. He presses it to his nose and can feel how quickly the blood seeps through it. “I’m going to take you to the nurse. And you,” he points his finger at the rest of the class, “clean this mess up.” He nods at the small puddle of blood between Lucas’ legs.

The teacher hauls Lucas up by his shoulder after he notices how unresponsive he is and they go to the nurse.

“Let’s hope you didn’t break another bone,” he jokes as they are passing the halls. Lucas is barely able to catch up with him, his head dizzy. Lucas doesn’t think his nose is broken, but he didn’t know his fingers were until the doctor told him so. “Accidents like that happen during PE lessons. Sucks it happened when you weren’t playing.” The man chuckles. “But boys will be boys, right?” he asks, this time looking towards Lucas, shaking his head with an almost fond expression on his face.

Lucas was just hit with a ball for being gay because boys will be boys. Sickening.

They get to the nurse, she takes one look at him, at the teacher and asks, “The ball must have gotten it worse, huh?” sharing a laugh with the man.

“Wrap him up and send him back,” the teacher says, reaching for the doorknob.

“Will do!” the nurse exclaims, waving him away.

Lucas is supposed to feel safe with these people, teachers, and other school staff but after this whole exchange? There’s nothing more he wants to do than never have to interact with them again.

She sits him down, takes care of his bleeding nose, assures him it’s not broken and puts some cream over the swelling. After that, she checks him for concussion, but apparently, there’s none(unlike the last time he landed here). It doesn’t take her even ten minutes, Lucas knows because he’s been looking at the clock on the wall. She doesn’t ask him any questions.

“All good,” she says after presumably having looked over everything. She writes his information into her computer and then, “Go back to the gym. You should be fine for the rest of the day, but if you feel any dizziness or more pain, come right back, okay? Noses like to be dramatic. Lots of blood but so little damage.”

Lucas wordlessly agrees with her and leaves the office with a quiet thank you. He doesn’t go back to the gym, taking his steps to the bathroom instead. He washes his hands to the point his skin feels raw. Lucas looks at his reflection and lets out a loud breath. His eye and nose are bruised and swollen. It isn’t just from an accidental throw during the game of dodgeball. No, he was hurt on purpose because he didn’t listen; because he kept changing in the locker room he wasn’t welcome in anymore. He reaches his hand up and touches his eyelid. Lucas hisses when the pain registers.

He’s too scared to face the world again, too shaky to deal with people. He locks himself in a cubicle and sits on the toilet lid, pulling his legs to his chest.

He doesn’t know when he starts crying, but once he does he can’t stop. His breaths come out harsh, especially since there are cotton balls stuffed in his nose and for a moment he thinks he may choke on his snot and spit. For a moment he thinks that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Lucas briefly opens his eyes and they land on the wall of the cubicle. It doesn’t make him stop crying immediately, but Eliott’s old drawings comfort him. It’s almost like he is there with him. What really does it for him, though, is when his eyes slip further down and he notices more drawings. He wipes his face and crouches down to get a better look.

He doesn’t know how old they are nor does he know whether they were done all at once. However, with the number of raccoons and hedgehogs, Lucas knows Eliott drew them for him and him only to see. It’s mostly images of them hanging out, eating something, playing games, sitting with other silhouettes around them, smoking, looking at the stars. One even shows them laying on a bed together and Lucas thinks, tracing his fingers over the lines, that maybe this one is the newest. There’s a bubble over raccoon’s head with ‘I’m with you’ written in it and Lucas bites down on his lip, hard. If he hadn’t left his phone in the locker room, he’d take a picture of the wall.

The drawings show them in multiple universes, doing the most mundane things and maybe that’s what hits Lucas the most. Even the normal stuff feels special with Eliott. Even playing a video game means something. This time Lucas chokes up on a laugh. He doesn’t know if Eliott expected him to find the doodles, but he’s glad he did, especially in a moment like this.

***

Please, don’t say anything about my face, please, just ignore it.

“Holy fuck, what happened to your face?!” Basile exclaims the moment he looks up at Lucas.

After all of them notice, Lucas sees that Yann is clenching his jaw, Arthur’s gaze is murderous and Eliott is holding his fork so tightly his knuckles turn white.

Lucas has spent a good hour in that cubicle, skipping his next lesson. He calmed down a little and eventually went to the locker room to take his things. Thankfully no one has noticed him and he was ready to call it a day. But he couldn’t. If he wants to pass this year, he can’t afford skipping any more lessons. So he forced himself to stay. Coming to the cafeteria, dealing with people looking at him, was inevitable, but he really doesn’t want to dwell on it.

“Dodgeball,” he says, his tone dismissive. He doesn’t look at any of them because he doesn’t want to be called out on his bullshit. Although, technically he isn’t lying.

“Lucas, we all damn well know you can’t play it with your hand,” Yann says darkly.

“I wasn’t. The ball went off the court.” He shrugs. Under the table, Lucas’ left hand grips his knee to keep him grounded.

“Lucas, be honest,” Yann pleads. A funny thing about best friends is that they see right through you. It can be good in some cases, but in others it becomes annoying.

“Jerks from my PE class told me to stop changing in the locker room. I was still sneaking in there to do so. They found out and had their revenge,” Lucas mutters, his voice composed.

“And the teacher?” Arthur asks adamantly.

“Said that that’s how it is during PE.”

“Man, that’s so fucked up. He should have sent them to the principal for that,” Basile whines, filling his mouth with food.

“He didn’t know they did it on purpose,” Lucas argues, his eyes downcast.

“You didn’t tell him they did,” Eliott says and Lucas looks up at him. He’s angry, it’s apparent in his tensed posture and clouded eyes. Lucas isn’t sure if a part of this anger isn’t aimed at him.

“It’d get worse if I ratted them out,” he reasons, saying it to the whole table but keeping his gaze on Eliott.

“You know you’re giving them permission by not telling anyone? It’ll get worse,” Eliott says and something in his voice tells Lucas he’s speaking from experience. No, Lucas knows he is. After what he shared with him on Friday, after assuring Lucas he wouldn’t let him make the same mistakes as he did.

But aren’t those mistakes Lucas’ to make? Things will get bad one way or another.

“I’ll deal with it. Stay low,” Lucas says, looking directly at Eliott and sees him becoming frustrated with Lucas’ every word. It looks like he wants to say something more, but the bell interrupts him. Lucas looks over the table. The guys have finished their food in the time he wasn’t there.

“We will talk about it later,” Yann says, standing up and the rest, aside from Eliott who’s still staring at Lucas, follow. Yann, Basile, and Arthur reluctantly leave all the while Lucas stays in his place, pierced by Eliott’s gaze. The guys must feel there’s some unfinished business if they aren’t calling them to go together.

“Lucas, they hurt you. It’s physical,” Eliott says once they are the only ones sitting by the table. His voice is filled with sadness. “You could report them. You have the right to.”

“It could have happened even if I wasn’t gay. It actually did happen. A couple of weeks ago I got hit with a ball in the head during a game. Come on,” Lucas replies, his voice strained. He doesn’t want Eliott being mad at him. He’s exhausted enough.

“But that wasn’t because of your sexuality.”

“I’ll report them if it happens again, okay?” Lucas reaches out his healthy hand to grasp Eliott’s and make Eliott loosen the grip on his fork. “After that happened… I went to the toilet. Had a mini breakdown,” he admits quietly. “I… thank you for the drawings,” he whispers and squeezes Eliott’s palm.

Eliott clears his throat, obviously caught off guard and looks to the side. He lets go of the fork and wraps his fingers around Lucas’. He doesn’t need to say anything. They both know how much it means to them.

***

It’s with a lot of hesitation that Lucas comes into the flat. The boys have already pestered him about the situation and he knows how passionate Mika can be. Unlike Manon, who’s also secretive and won’t bother him if he says so, Mika has that way of caring that he will try to get under your skin. That’s why he let Eliott in last Friday.

Lucas toes off his shoes, hangs his jacket and goes to the living room. Manon seems to be napping on the couch and Mika is reading a magazine on one of the armchairs.

Fine, let’s get over it.

Lucas plops down on the second armchair and pulls out his phone. His stomach growls with hunger. He needs to eat something, but first, he has to sit down for a couple of minutes.

“Wow,” Mika lets out and Lucas glances up at him. Mika juts his chin out. “What happened?”

Lucas gulps. “PE. Dodgeball.”

Mika blinks a couple of times in confusion. “Again?” He frowns. There’s something inexplicable in his eyes that Lucas can’t grasp. He nods. Mika stares at him for a long moment, giving Lucas some time to maybe say something, but Lucas stays quiet. “Okay,” Mika eventually whispers and sends Lucas a sad smile before getting back to his magazine.

It’s unusual and Lucas takes a moment to really realise what has just happened. Mika doesn’t look up at him up until Lucas stands up and leaves for the kitchen. But he could swear he feels a pair of eyes following his back as he’s stepping out of the room.

***

Lucas checks his bank account on Wednesday and much to his surprise, he sees a new sum transferred. He checks it twice, just to make sure it’s not an error, but it’s there. It’s no more or less than his father has been transferring him ever since he moved out, just enough for rent and life. His texts and calls to his father are still unanswered on his phone, but the money is there.

Lucas kind of wants to cry. He doesn’t know what changed his father’s mind. Maybe he got scared Lucas would really take it to the court, or he felt sorry for him.

Perhaps his transfers are set up to be sent monthly and he’s forgotten to cancel them. Whatever it may be, Lucas won’t be homeless. This time he will be able to pay his rent without stress. Fuck.

“Do you need some ice for that?” His head snaps up to see Lisa standing by the door. Oh, yeah, his face. She hasn’t seen it yesterday.

“No, I’m good,” he says, hoping his expression doesn’t say otherwise. She simply nods and sits across from him by the kitchen table.

“What happened?”

“I’ve just found out my father transferred me money,” he says excitedly as he starts typing a message to the group chat to let his friends know. At least they won’t have to worry about that.

“No, I mean with that.” She pokes him in his swollen eyelid and he flinches away from her touch.

“PE was a bitch.” She raises one of her eyebrows at him.

“Hard to believe after that thing.” Lisa nods towards his bandaged hand. She may be quiet and come off as not caring, not in the way Mika and Manon are, but she’s perceptive. She sees things, draws her own conclusions and keeps them to herself. Most of the time. “I saw that post,” she deadpans. She’s the first one out of his flatmates to confront him about it. Lisa squints at him. “Is it connected?”

“No,” he lies and she looks at him with a bored expression.

“Suuure,” she draws out, rolling her eyes. “Don’t try to bullshit someone who’s been bullshitting half of her life, okay? Did it work on Mika?”

“Yeah,” Lucas says and Lisa looks at him doubtfully. This time he isn’t lying. He was surprised as well. Lucas thought he’d be the first one to freak out, but his reaction was mild.

“Weird,” Lisa says and Lucas nods in agreement. “But I know you’re lying. Stop that.”

“I just don’t feel like talking about it again,” he replies, tired. He drags a hand over his face, ignoring the pain it causes.

“You’ll have to at some point. Besides, you know I wouldn’t nag you. Should have said yes. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots.”

“Sorry.” He is, he really is. It feels like he’s been disappointing people left and right with how he’s handling this situation.

Lisa sighs. “No offense, but you’re a disaster. Our disaster, but still. I guess I’ll have to talk with Mika. Stage an intervention or something.” She props her chin on her palm. She looks like it’s the last thing she wants to do.

“You’re acting like you’re my parents,” Lucas says.

“If your parents aren’t around to do that stuff for you, it’s our role. Simple.”

Lisa may not know it, but what she’s just uttered makes Lucas’s guts churn. It’s true. His parents aren’t in the picture. And if not for these people, he wouldn’t have any adults supporting him the way he needs it. They were also providing him with food and shelter when he couldn’t do it himself, even though they didn’t have to. They could have just thrown him away. How fucked up is that a sixteen-year-old finds two twenty-somethings caring for him the way his parents should? Well, maybe it’s unfair to think so. His mother has been trying to contact him. Maybe she’d be able to take care of him if only Lucas gave her a chance.

“Don’t tell him about anything. Not yet, okay? Let me–“

“Handle it? The same way it was with rent? And then you got us worried sick. Great.” For the way she talks with so little emotion in her voice, her words shouldn’t have much impact on Lucas and yet, there he is.

“Please,” he says. “I’ll tell him when the right time comes.”

“Fine, but don’t let it be after the worst happens, okay?” Lisa asks, her eyes full of concern.

“I promise.”

***

For the next two days, Lucas pretty much tries to ignore people’s stares. He waves his friends off when they try to start the topic again. He doesn’t want them to worry. He knows they do anyway, but if he doesn’t make a big deal out of this situation they’ll let him have it.

People at school aren’t subtle. They haven’t been ever since this whole thing came out, but now as he has bruises all over his face, they just can’t take their eyes off Lucas. Imane was right, about feeling like a zoo exhibit. He’s sure someone has even taken a picture or two. Who knows maybe there’s something new on Instagram. He hasn’t checked his account in the past few days as not to add fuel to the fire. Lucas is distressed enough without knowing whether people are still mockingly asking him for blow jobs or making other nasty memes.

He catches the boys from his PE class looking, but they don’t do anything to him.

That is until Friday comes around and he’s pinned up against a wall by the guy who threw the ball at him. He’s got an ugly smile stretching his lips and he’s holding Lucas up by the collar of his shirt. Some of the other boys he recognises are there, too. As are other people from school.

Lucas was just going from one class to another when he was suddenly jumped. No protection, no preparation. And he doesn’t know what’s going to happen now. He hasn’t even attended the last PE lesson and he thought it’d make things better.

“Wow, you look like shit,” the guy spits out into Lucas’ face. If Lucas had guts he’d say ‘gee, I wonder whose fault it is’, but as he is now, all he can do is stare with wide eyes and hope he’ll be left alone. “Ugly colours. We should make it purple again, right?” he throws over his shoulder and his friends nod. Lucas notices that more people have started gathering around and hopes someone will help him out.

“Let me go,” Lucas lets out weekly, struggling to get out of the grip. It must be a bad thing to do because the guy’s face shifts into one of anger. Lucas stops moving at once.

“I saw you holding hands with your boyfriend on Tuesday in the cafeteria. Gross. That will teach you to never do it again,” the guy mutters into Lucas’ ear and lands the first blow right in the middle of Lucas’ stomach, making him gasps loudly.

There’s some commotion around but Lucas can barely see it when another hit connects with his abdomen. And another one.

He opens his eyes when he’s dropped to the ground and sees some people holding up their phones. Quite a crowd is surrounding them and, looking at the faces of the boys, Lucas assumes they aren’t done. He’s proven right when all of them step closer and start kicking him. In the last moment does he manage to hide his head between his arms and then all he can feel is pain.

Lucas has been in pain for so long, all kinds of pain but never has he experienced it that intensively, in such amount it’s unbearable. They aren’t holding back with the way they are kicking. Like animals. And Lucas wonders why he didn’t do anything sooner, when everyone was telling him to.

He may be screaming for help, he doesn’t know. For the longest time no one answers, he’s being kicked all over his body and despite there being so many people watching the show, no one bothers to say no.

Lucas feels so powerless and each kick makes him see the stars.

Right before it all ends, one of the boys tries to pry his arms away from his head and Lucas is so fucking scared because he knows how easily it’d go from there. He holds on tighter until there are no more kicks and the pain becomes dull. Someone’s screaming. A couple of people if what Lucas is hearing is correct. Some of the voices seem familiar, but it’s hard to distinguish it through the ringing in his ears.

He opens his eyes and feels like he’s about to puke. There are black spots dancing in front of his eyes and the last thing he sees is the principal getting closer with Imane trailing right behind him.

Then he passes out.

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Love me not || part three

♛ Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

♛Genre: Mafia AU, angst and fluff

♛ Warnings: there is mention of stalking in this chapter so if this stuff makes you uncomfortable be aware, strong language

♛ Words: 3,1k

A/N: woow, it took me 54 years but I finally did it. Lol, I hope you didn’t get bored of it. ALSO, two certain characters will finally meet again in the next chapter so look forward to that!

➵ Chapters: one || two || three || four || five || six (coming soon)

The spacious room was poorly lit as three men sat together at a table, not saying a word. Smoke left past one’s lips as a bunch of files where slammed on the table in front of him, the sudden motion not fazing him at all as he remained still in his seat. The man next to him on the other hand, leaned forward to pick up a file from the pile, his eyes reading through the lines quickly.

“I want you to keep an eye on her from now on, keep her out of trouble.” Spoke the third man who was seated at the end of the table, between the other two, his voice cold and serious as he wanted to make sure he got his point across.

“Also, make sure she doesn’t notice you. Don’t let anything blow your cover, understood?” he continued, eyeing both men as they nodded their heads.

The cigarette fell to the ground as the man exhaled the smoke one last time, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes. Next to him, the other man rolled his eyes causing his partner to let out a low chuckle.

“Loud and clear, boss.”

You tried to contain your yawns as you opened the door and stepped into the little boutique, the sound making the employees aware of your presence as they turned to greet you with a polite smile on their faces. You smiled back and took your phone out, quickly texting Yuna about your arrival. She has been blowing up your phone non-stop since yesterday, and while you were lucky you kept busy last night, today was another story. You’d rather be anywhere else than here right now since you were still very much hangover, but you know if you were to miss Yuna trying on dresses for her wedding, she’ll make you feel guilty about it for the rest of your life. To be honest, you don’t even remember replying to her texts last night so when you woke up this morning to your phone ringing you were completely lost.

So here you were, having the worst headache ever and feeling like shit but hey, everything for your friends am I right?

“Y/N! Come on, everyone is in here!”

You turned around at the call of your name, putting your phone in the back pocket of your jeans before following the loud voice of your friend. Entering a secluded back room, you noticed three other familiar faces sitting down and enjoying a glass of champagne, their presence already making your headache worsen.

“Hey guys, remember Y/N right? She’s going to be my maid of honor!” exclaimed Yuna excitedly, making the three women finally turn their attention to you. They looked you up and down before giving you a fake smile almost at the same time, the action making you slightly uncomfortable before one of them decided to speak.

“Y/N, long time no see. How have you been sweetheart?”

You cringed at the use of pet names, your eye twitching a bit but still tried your best to mimic her fake smile, not wanting to let your guard down. The three of them were Yuna’s friends from high school. When she wasn’t spending her time with you and Jia, Yuna was with them almost 90% of the time and because of that, she started changing in your senior year. She became more plastic and fake just like them, leaving you and Jia just so she could be a part of their little group of hyenas. You thought she was all done with them when they left her all alone on prom night, but I guess not. Yuna loves attention after all so you’re pretty sure when they found out who she was dating and came running back like dogs, she welcomed them with opened arms. Charity work looks good on your resume after all.

“I’ve been alright, how about you?” you asked back, trying to make conversation as you took a seat across from them.

“Just peachy! We were just talking about the color of the bridesmaid’s dresses since our boyfriend’s need to get matching suits. But you don’t have to worry about that, do you?”

Loud laughing filled the room as the two other women sitting on each side of her started laughing, inflating her ego as a big smirk formed on her face. Of course, dumb of you to assume the one brain cell trio grew up and left high school behind.

“Actually” the laughing stopped, and they all turned around at Yuna’s voice, clearing their throats in the process “Y/N will be the one to choose your dresses, so if I were you, I would be nicer with her.”

Gasps left their mouths at her words, not believing their ears as they got up, trying to convince Yuna otherwise, the sight making you snort in amusement. The girl only shook her head at their cries, not paying them any mind, her eyes finding yours before speaking again with a smile.

“Go ahead Y/N, choose whatever you like. The dresses are in the front by the main entrance, you can’t miss them.”

You smiled and nodded before finally exiting the room, making your way straight to the first rack of dresses you saw. As you started browsing through them, you couldn’t help the feeling of sadness that overtook you as you paused to admire a random dress. One of your best friends is getting married, you should be happy, then why are you feeling everything but that? She would have been so excited for you, so why can’t you do the same? Why do you have to be so selfish?

You shook your head and put the dress back in its place, continuing your search when you suddenly felt eyes on you. Turning around, you scanned the room in search of someone but quickly frowned when you only found creepy mannequins and no sight of any person. Odd. You were too drunk to notice it last night, but if you stay to think about it now, you could swear you had the exact same feeling at some point in the night as well.

As you continued to pick up dresses and put them aside, trying to shake off the feeling, you finally saw it. At the window behind you, there was a guy standing creepily with a camera in hand, staring right in your direction. The mirror that was in front of you, only showed half of his face which was covered with a white mask and black cap on top, the other being blocked by your body. You froze at this, trying your best to remain calm, to see if he by chance noticed you looking at him. When he finally looked down at what you assumed to be his camera and started walking away, you finally let out the breath you were holding in. What the hell did just happen?!

He wasn’t looking at you, was he? No, that would be dumb, why would he? You’re not that interesting, why would anyone stalk you? But then again, even if you didn’t see anyone last night, the feeling was still the same. Also, this is a bridal store, he could just be taking pictures for someone. But he was looking in your direction, there wasn’t any dress facing him and what kind of man is interested in wedding dresses?! This doesn’t make any sense whatsoever.

You said goodbye to Yuna and left after that, not wanting to spend any more unnecessary time in there, being too creeped out to think straight. A short walk later, you finally arrived at the café where you opened the door and decided to take a sit at an empty table in the back, trying to calm down. Why were you so freaked out over this? There is a high possibility he wasn’t even looking at you and you were blowing this whole thing out of proportions. But still…it was a really creepy coincidence wasn’t it?

“Oh, boss!” you turned your head at the voice, coming face to face with one of your employees, notepad in hand ready to take your order. She must have mistaken you for a customer.

“What are you doing here on your day off, ma’am? Should I get you something to drink?” she asked, visible surprised to see you today.

You smiled and politely declined, encouraging her to go back to work. “No, no, no, don’t worry about me! Please go serve someone else, I’m okay.”

She looked at you one last time before nodding and taking off in the opposite direction, smiling brightly at the new customers.

Your eyes followed her until she disappeared from your ray of vision before letting your head fall on the table, ignoring the weird looks you got from the people nearby. What even is going on anymore? It feels like everyone is getting married and moving on with their lives when you’re still in the same place, not taking any steps further. Maybe you should move back in with your parents, leaving everything behind and changing the scenery might do you some good.

The sound of your phone going off multiple times ended up getting your attention at some point, making you groan in annoyance as you took the device out to check who was so eager to get a hold of you.

Dae: Y/N

Dae: my best friend radar is telling me someone is feeling sad :(

Dae: you okay?

You smiled as you read his texts, feeling warm and fuzzy inside at the way Jongdae always seems to know when something is bothering you. He is really something else. You shook your head in amusement, your mood already getting better as you texted back.

I’m fine, Dae, don’t need to worry. What’s up?

A few seconds passed before your phone dinged again, showing another text.

Dae: I wanted to know if you were done shopping or whatever so that maybe I could pick you up.

Wait what? You didn’t get the chance to tell anyone what you were planning to do today. Did you tell him and forgot about it? There’s no other logical explanation.

I still have something to do but thanks! Talk to you later

And with that you locked your phone and put it back in your pocket, not waiting for another response. You still had a lot to do before you could call it a day, so you decided to finally get going to your last stop.

The furniture shop.

You’ve been redecorating your place for a while now, so you decided to go back today to buy the last stuff you wanted. Moving furniture around and painting walls is a hard job to do on your own, you have to admit, but you get used to it when there’s no one around to give you a hand. But your mind still can’t help but wander back to the time you and him did this thing together…

Just as you were about to turn into another aisle, your cart suddenly stopped, colliding with a hard body which made its owner fall to the ground. In panic, you went to the person’s side right away, helping him up.

“I’m so sorry about that! I really wasn’t looking, are you okay?”

The man only dusted himself not looking up and at the sound of your voice he quickly ran away in the opposite direction without a word. Okay then.

You continued on your way after that, looking around at the pretty chandeliers when your phone buzzed again, with an upcoming call this time.

“Hi, Jia.” you answered, putting the phone between your ear and shoulder as you picked up two vases analyzing each one with great care.

“Hey, babe. What are you up to?”

“Nothing much, just shopping. You?”

You could hear shuffling on the other side, accompanied by a few seconds of silence before Jia answered. She must have put you on speaker. “Shopping? Don’t tell me you’re buying furniture again! Y/N, that apartment is new, you can’t just redecorate it every time a guy leaves you!”

That was…true. Your apartment was new, you just bought it last year. Well, you and Baekhyun did. Since you, like the dumb child you are, sold your own apartment when you and him decided to move in together, you had no other choice but to continue living in it when you broke up. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just got rid of his stuff and went on with your life. Redecorating came naturally at one point, I guess it was a way for you to cope with the whole thing.

You rolled your eyes and continued walking, taking the phone properly in your hand when you saw the stranger from before again, quickly exiting your aisle. Why does he look so familiar?

“Stop being so dramatic, it’s not a big deal!”

“Not a big deal?” she screamed, making you move the phone away from your ear. “It’s been 3 months, babe. Please get over it, there’s a lot of nice guys out there.”

Stopping to pick up a can of paint, you replied. “That’s what I’m trying to do but it’s hard when you have someone always nagging you about it!”

After you said that, you felt someone bump into you, the impact making you almost drop the paint. You quickly turned to the side, coming face to masked face with the guy from earlier. Are you serious?

“Can I help you with something?!” you asked loudly, making him flinch slightly before taking off again without a word. What’s up with this creep?

“Y/N?”

“I’ll call you later, Jia, I’m busy.”

“Y/N, wait -“

And with that, you hung up and continued your shopping.

As you were exiting the store, bags in hand, that uneasy feeling from this morning came back again. You felt watched, stalked like some prey. Honestly, what was going on? It wasn’t even dark outside yet, but you felt the need to quicken your pace, wanting to arrive in the comfort of your own home as soon as possible. But as you did, you suddenly heard footsteps behind you, doing so as well, making your heart beat faster by the second.

Okay, calm down, it’s nothing, just someone walking in the same direction, no big deal. You can do this, just focus on getting home and you’ll be fine, nothing’s going to happen to you. But as the footsteps got faster and closer, you couldn’t help but start running, your paranoid side getting the best of you. And good you did because as soon as you got into your apartment building, a loud bang was heard from outside, someone clearly upset he couldn’t get in.

You didn’t even wait for the elevator at that point and rushed to the stairs, the banging getting louder and louder just like your frantically beating heart. Luckily, the front door was made of metal, so breaking it down wasn’t a possibility but still, that didn’t calm you down a bit.

Once in your apartment, you quickly locked the door before dropping the bags, sliding down to the ground. Every inch of you was shaking and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, the loud gasps that were escaping your mouth not helping any air enter your lungs. What the hell just happened? Someone was definitely following you this time, right? Was it the creep from the store? Or the guy from this morning? You had no idea but what you certainly knew was that you had to call the police, for your safety.

With shaky hands, you reached down to your jacket’s pocket to get your phone when you realized…it wasn’t there. Your phone was gone! You quickly got up and took off the jacket, searching every pocket it had, before throwing it aside, going to search in your bags. No, it can’t be, it has to be here! Did you drop it on your way home? No, no, you’re pretty sure it was in your pocket…right?

Visibly defeated, you slowly made your way to the one room in your apartment you couldn’t bear yourself to redecorate. Baekhyun’s office. The room looked the exact same way it did the last time he was in here, the faint smell of his cologne still lingering in the air. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you made your way to the desk, plopping down in the big chair. What were you going to do? You lost your phone and you’re certainly not going out anytime soon to tell anyone. Why was this happening? What have you done to deserve this?

You brought your hands up as you started crying, covering you face as your body violently started to shake. No! Come on, Y/N, you’re stronger than this, it’s not like anyone will suddenly attack you on the street. Pull yourself together! But your body didn’t listen to your mind as you continued to sob, your tears quickly rolling down your face with no sign of stopping any time soon. You’re crying all alone again and that for some reason made you sadder in that moment. Maybe it was everything that you pilled up finally breaking down, you didn’t know, but you remained there, crying for half an hour before finally calming down.

There wasn’t anyone to protect you, so you’d just have to do it yourself. And with that, you reached out to drag open one of the desk drier’s, the big, white initials staring back at you.

B.B.H.

When you broke up, you made sure to sent all of Baekhyun’s things back to his office yourself, not bearing to see them in the house anymore, but the one thing you decided to keep was something you didn’t even know your boyfriend even had until recently.

A gun.

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