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delicioussshame · 3 years

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And now, for something a bit different. Set in the Sugar Baby AU.

Shang Qinghua cannot believe Shen Yuan’s gall. How can he, a very unproductive member of society, dares to criticize Shang Qinghua’s output? At least he contributes something, unlike some people who are paid to look pretty.

And, apparently, do more than that now.

Good for him, really. Shang Qinghua has heard his fair share of horror stories about Luo Binghe, but since Shen Yuan cannot stop singing his praises in that oblivious way of his, he cannot be that bad.

Plus, you know, Luo Binghe is very, very hot. Hot enough that even Shen Yuan, famous for his ability to ignore even the most blatant double entendre, cannot deny it. Shang Qinghua can imagine much worst fates than having to fuck him.

Now, if Shang Qinghua could get him to share all the juicy details, he’s sure it would make for great inspiration.

Not that there is much chance of that happening, not with the way Shen Yuan clams up as soon as Shang Qinghua so much as hints about his sex life.

Shen Yuan is a hypocrite, that’s what he is. He sure isn’t shy about complaining about Shang Qinghua’s sex scenes, or every aspect of Shang Qinghua’s writing.

Well, Shang Qinghua isn’t going to let him get away with it. He’s going to hear about it too! He just has to-

“What are you doing.”

Shang Qingua drops his phone in his haste to shove it down his pockets, so he gets to scramble under his desk like an idiot right in front of his boss. Fucking great. “Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

Mobei-Jun’s angry growl has no right to be this sexy. “You’re supposed to be working. Get to it.”

Shang Qinghua sits back at his desk as fast as possible, randomly pulling a file off his desk while opening one excel spreadsheet or another. “I will! I’ll do it! I’m doing it now! I’m sorry!” That’s what Shang Qinghua gets for maintaining an acquaintance with an old friend who doesn’t have to worry about office hours.

Then again, this is kind of his job? Mobei-Jun wanted him to keep an eye out for anything useful on Luo Binghe, so he’s technically not slacking! “Actually, I was just messaging Shen Yuan, trying to get the info you asked for! He’s not very open, but I’m working on it!” He doesn’t think Shen Yuan will ever give him something Mobei-Jun would benefit from, but not for the reasons he’d think. From the way Shen Yuan complains about Luo Binghe’s general disinterest in the business he’s somehow managing like he was born into it, which he very much wasn’t, it wouldn’t even cross Luo Binghe’s mind to keep Shen Yuan informed on the ins and outs.

So Shang Qinghua is trying to find a way to get Shen Yuan to ask for said intel, cause he has a feeling Luo Binghe would tell him everything without a second thought. For someone who decided to pay their sex partner instead of wooing them, which someone like Luo Binghe could certainly have managed, he seems utterly besotted.

“Can’t we just pay him for it? He’s fine with being a whore; why wouldn’t he accept cash for info?”

Shang Qinghua winces and ducks instinctively to evade the slap Shen Yuan would have given him if he’d called him a whore in his presence. “It’s not quite like that. Shen Yuan’s relationship with Luo Binghe is complicated. Yes, Luo Binghe is paying for him, but from what I’ve gathered, it was more to skip the wooing and get to the good parts faster.” At least that’s what Shang Qinghua thinks happened. Shen Yuan, again, isn’t the most open about the details.

Plus, Shang Qinghua can’t say it didn’t work. Luo Binghe managed to get Shen Yuan living with him and doing nothing but being available to him 24/7. That has to count as a success.

Mobei-Jun seems baffled. “You can do that?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Most people wouldn’t be into it, but I can get behind it. If someone with Luo Binghe’s wealth and looks told me they wanted to finance my lifestyle in exchange of sex, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Good life, here I come!”

Shang Qinghua then remembers he’s talking to his boss and not one of his former college buddies. “Ha ha, not that I really would! I am devoted to my job! I wouldn’t leave it, so please don’t fire me!” He needs the money to live!

“I’d pay you.”

Shang Qinghua startles for a second, before his brain catches up to reality. “Ha ha, that’s a funny joke, Boss.” He doesn’t know why Mobei-Jun chose now to try to develop a sense of humor, but he’s not surprised that when he decides to do so, it’s at Shang Qinghua’s expense.

“Not a joke.” Mobei-Jun takes out his wallets and pulls out what has to be at least a couple thousands yuan, which he waves in the air almost threateningly. “Take it.”

Shang Qinghua is utterly flummoxed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Shang Qinghua leans over the desk and tentatively takes the money.

In exchange, strong arms grab his waist, lifts him off the chair he was just sitting him like he could do it in his sleep, settles him on the desk and kisses him until Shang Qinghua has to push him back to breathe, because he cannot use his nose and his mouth at the same time right now. Not enough brain cells left.

“The hell?” says Shang Qinghua with all the eloquence he has left.

Then, his brain catches up with his mouth. If, for some unfathomable reason, Mobei-Jun has decided Shang Qinghua was worthy of him spending his money, Shang Qinghua will do the smartest thing he’s ever done and let him.

Why Mobei-Jun just didn’t use his words and tell Shang Qinghua he wanted him, Shang Qinghua will probably never know. It’s not like Shang Qinghua would have told him no. No matter what Shen Yuan says, he’s not stupid. The embodiment of all his fantasies wants to fuck him? Shang Qinghua is into that.

Oh god, Shen Yuan. He’s going to have to explain to him that latest development, will he?

…Naaah. He doesn’t need to know for now.

Anyway, what is there to explain?

…Is there something to explain? Mobei-Jun hasn’t spoken since Shang Qinghua freed himself, so maybe he’s reconsidering? Shit, maybe Shang Qinghua is a terrible kisser? Is he a terrible kisser? Is Mobei-Jun reconsidering? Of course he’s reconsidering. He’s not stupid either.

This train of thoughts is stopped by Mobei-Jun’s growling, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down on the desk and devouring his mouth.

Shang Qinghua probably isn’t a terrible kisser then! Yes! Also Mobei-Jun isn’t reconsidering, so double yes!

That’s a good thing, because he’s pretty certain he’s going to need the money to replace the shirt Mobei-Jun is apparently very offended by, if the way he ripped it off Shang Qinghua, sending buttons flying everywhere, can be believed. Not that he cares about the shirt. Mobei-Jun can destroy all of them if he wants to. Especially if it’s always following by Mobei-Jun’s teeth getting very familiar with his chest.

Or the rest of him. Mobei-Jun is so lucky Shang Qinghua is both incredibly thirsty for him and suffering from long-term celibacy. He’s definitely willing to go despite the aggressive lack of foreplay.

Not that he can imagine a moment where Mobei-Jun almost tearing his pants open to get his mouth on his cock wouldn’t be welcomed. Shang Qinghua is always down for that. Very, very down for that.

Shang Qinghua balls his hands into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, to stop himself from holding Mobei-Jun’s head. Mobei-Jun might bite them off.

Shang Qinghua also bites his tongue hard enough to bleed. The building is nice enough, but Shang Qinghua can be very loud. The last thing he wants is for some underling to come running and find them like this. He would feel guilty to have caused a death.

Soon enough, another pressing concern makes itself known. “Boss, ah, please, you should let me go.” Shang Qingqiu has never even dreamed of Mobei-Jun blowing him, but he sure doesn’t seem like the type to swallow, and he wants to keep his cock in working order. He might get to use it more later.

Mobei-Jun glares at him over his cock, which has no business being this hot. Shang Qinghua is sure he felt him twitch and leak on his tongue.

Hey, if Shang Qinghua is wrong and Mobei-Jun is the type to swallow, more power to him. Shang Qinghua isn’t exactly going to complain.

Shang Qinghua whites out when he finally comes, and then probably does so again when he opens his eyes and is faced with Mobei-Jun staring at him, a little whitish drop on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck, he just got blown by Mobei-Jun. When did his life become so great?

Mobei-Jun kisses him again with no less urgency, which Shang Qinghua can sympathize with. He hasn’t done anything for his poor boss, has he? Time to remediate that.

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Shang Qinghua blinks repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake after the many, many rounds he’s just gone through.

His back is going to hurt like hell, isn’t it? And not just his back. He’ll probably be out of commission for days.

Doesn’t matter. So worth it. Even if it was a one-time thing, it’d still be worth it.

Is it a one-time thing? Does Shang Qinghua still have a job? Two jobs?

He should ask, right? It’s probably the right time to do so. Even Mobei-Jun probably is in a good mood after getting laid. “Boss?”

Mobei-Jun makes a noise Shang Qinghua decides to interpret as encouragement for him to continue. “Am I your sugar baby now? Do I have to come to work tomorrow?”

Mobei-Jun frowns.

Well, the whole thing was pretty spontaneous. There is probably no plan.

“You’re working tomorrow.”

Ahh, too bad. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“I have to get you a replacement before you go.”

Shang Qinghua straightens up. “Just to be clear, that’s because you’re going to bankroll me personally, right? Not because I just lost my job for being unprofessional, right?”

Mobei-Jun nods.

Success! Shang Qinghua just won at life! He'll finally get to write whatever he wants instead of what sells! And he’s got a scorching not-boyfriend on top of it! Take that, Shen Yuan! You’re not the only one who can attract crazy rich guys! “Am I moving in with you? Or are we just not-dating? I’ll do whatever you want, no problem! Or wear whatever you want, cause this shirt is so dead I’m not sure how I’m going to leave this room, but I don’t care! You can do it again if you want to!”

Mobei-Jun throws his blazer in Shang Qinghua’s face like he’s an especially rude shoujo manga love interest. “Put this on. I’ll get back to you for the details, but you’ll be moving in with me.”

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” He’ll wait forever if he has to. So worth it.

He’ll have to remember to buy Shen Yuan something to thank him for making this possible.

He’ll probably order him a bunch of the weirdest sex toys he can find and have them delivered anonymously to Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan will thank him someday.

Okay, he never will, but Shang Qinghua will know in his heart he did right by his friend.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #MoShang #That AU where LBH and SY fail to negociate their sugar relationship

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anjuschiffer · 3 years

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Unrequited

For Timari January - Day 16: “Why would I ever date someone like you?”

Tags: @timari-month-event @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan @vixen-uchiha @nathleigh

AO3

“He’s just perfect!” Marinette ended her rant with a dreamily sigh, squealing when she picked up a stuffed animal in the shape of a black cat.

She petted the thing like it was an actual cat, even going as far as tickling it under its chin. Tim frowned as continued to fawn over the mangy thing, forcing himself to type away at his recent case.

“I know I said I wanted us to have a hamster, but now that I think about it, I don’t think Adrien would mind having a cat. Oh! We can name it Noir! Maybe-” Tim tuned Marinette out again, attempting to cool himself down. “-do you think Tim?” he snapped from his turmoil. He looked up from his screen, noticing that Marinette had her hair down before using one hand to put it into a ponytail.

“Is this for that group hangout later today?” Tim asked her, Marinette picking up on his annoyance.

“Tim. Are you alright?” She asked, letting her hair drop and deciding to sit by his feet. “Is Bruce-”

“I’m fine.” Tim gritted out, huffing before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. “Ponytail.”

“Tim, we’ve known each other since we were kids, so tell me. What’s wrong?” She asked as she placed her hand on his knee.

He honestly didn’t know why he did it. Really, he didn’t.

Was it because he was sick and tired of hearing Marinette talking about him? About the supposed love of her life?

Was it because that’s all she was ever talking about the minute he stepped into her room, just like every other time for the past two years? How she would tell him all of her fantasies she had with golden boy Agreste?

So why? Why did he ever do it, even though he knew how it was going to end.

“Does it have to be Adrien?” Marinette tilted her head. “Does it have to be someone like Adrien, a rich model, to make you happy?”

“Tim, what are you getting-”

“What about,” he closed his laptop, “someone like me?” He asked, looking directly at her.”

“Why would I ever date someone like you?” Marinette asked him, a tiny laugh following.

It hurt.

“Why wouldn’t you?” Tim pried, something he knew he would regret saying.

“Why? Let’s see,” Marinette began, getting up to lean against the ladder that led to her bed. “First off, you’re my best friend.” Marinette counted. “I rather not make things awkward between us.

Then there’s the fact that you're a vigilante. I don’t want to become a possible hostage if i ever go to Gotham to visit you. I’m there to spend time being with you, not spending time being bait.

Yes, I may be Ladybug and know how to defend myself, but that doesn’t mean I will react the same if I ever get caught in a Gotham attack. There’s no miraculous magic to guarantee my safety, so who knows if i will be lucky enough to escape an attack unscathed.”

Tim watched as she fiddled with a loose hair strand. “And even if you weren’t a vigilante, I honestly don’t think our relationship would even work.” Marinette confessed. “It would've been one thing if we lived a single border away from each other but a whole ocean? It would never work.”

Tim watched as Marinette counted another finger off. “Then there’s the fact that you’re a bit too dedicated to your job.”

“My job?” Tim asked, feeling himself reaching his limit.

“A workaholic at Wayne Enterprises during the day and a case obsessed vigilante at night. When will we ever have the time to just relax, to be with each other? The answer is that we won’t, so I don’t-“

“Case obsessed?” Tim couldn’t believe it. “Marinette, I need to be case obsessed -as you call it- to help keep Gotham safe.”

“But to the point of depleting your health? I don’t think it’s worth-“

“Gotham isn’t Paris. We don’t have magic to restore everything after a massive fight, to repair any collateral damage done to the city and people of Gotham.” Tim defended himself. “Studying cases helps to create-“

“But you take it overboard, Tim.” Seriously, why is he getting so defensive? “I mean just look at you now! Bruce sent you here so that you could take a break and get-“

“Evil never rests Marinette.” Tim looked at her dead in her eyes. “I thought you would know that by now.”

“I do.” Marinette growled, crossing her arms.

“Do you? Do you really?” Marinette let out a heavy sigh.

“Tim, can we just drop this?”

“Drop this? You’re the one who brought it up and now that I’m trying to defend-“

“Defend something that’s harming you. You're harming yourself without even knowing!” Marinette felt like ripping her hair out.

“At least I’m obsessed over trying to keep Gotham safe, unhealthy but necessary.” Tim said. “Unlike you who's obsessed with trying to get the attention of someone who wouldn’t even bat an eye in your direction.”

Marinette gasped, knowing exactly who he was referring to and insulting.

“I’m not obsessed with Adrien.” Tim let out a dry laugh, Marinette watching him shake his head as he got up, slamming his laptop on the lounge chair.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m not.”

“You don’t call this an obsession!” Tim motioned to the entire wall by her desk, covered inch to inch in photos of Adrien.

Some weren’t even photos from shoots he took for his father’s company, but photos Marinette had printed out after taking them at school events.

“It's inspiration.”

“Inspiration?” Tim ran his hand through his hair. “It could’ve passed for inspiration if you didn’t have his damn face in each damn photo on this wall! It would’ve been inspiration if his stupid smiling-“

“His smile is not stupid! It very pleasing to the eye, and warms-“

“Don’t you ever stop babbling about him?”

“I don’t babble about him. I-“

“You only ever talk about five things: Lila, school, deadlines, Hawkmoth and this idiot!” Tim listed off, slamming his hand over a picture of Adrien winking towards the camera. Marinette shrieked.

“How dare you! That photo is signed!”

“Are you listening to yourself?”

“I can ask you the same-“

“I’m not obsessed with Adrien! Can’t you understand-“

“How blind are you to believe-“

“I’m not blind!” Marinette defended herself.

“Then you’re in denial!” Tim opposed. “And don’t say you’re-“

“I’m not!” She yelled, wanting to stomp her feet.

“Then explain this!” Tim pulled down the old projector board, exposing a giant schedule filled to the brim with different events, post it notes and doodles. But despite it filled with trivial info about her friends, everything else was about a single person. “Explain why the hell you have Adrien’s information to a t.”

“You act like you don’t do that same!”

“Villains, Marinette! I make charts and webs to help me track down villains! Not to know what what in the ever fucking love my crush is doing every second of the day!”

Marinette remained silent before Tim saw something slip into her mind.

“I don’t just have Adrien’s schedule, but also Alix’s and my other friend’s-“

“Are you talking about these?” Tim asked, pulling out only six laughable notes about her friends. “These events?” He asked again, shaking the measly six things she had on her friends. “Marinette. This.” He gestured again to the immaculate replica of Adrien’s schedule in front of them. “This is called obsession... being a stalker.”

“I’m not a stalker and I’m not obsessed! I only have his schedule in case-“

“Not a stalker? Not obsessed? You know his schedule, by heart! You know where his room is located within his home, you knew the password to his phone -fuck you’ve taken his phone-, get jealous over other girls even being with him despite not being in a relationship with him, fantasize about a future with him-“

“Shut up!” Marinette screamed. “What the hell do you even know about me? About my feelings for Adrien? Tell me Tim!”

Tim remained quiet, watching as Marinette glared at him, tears pooled in her eyes. “You can’t, can you? You know why? Because you don’t know anything about me?” She let out a dry laugh. “Bet you don’t even know what it’s like to even be in-“

“I have. And I do know what it’s like to feel worried, concerned, fearful about the person you love. Because believe it or not, I have been in love before. But as you can see, that didn’t work out. And here I am, experiencing it all over again,” Tim watched as something flashed before her eyes. “But this time...this time, I feel like it was just a waste of time…”

Tim walked to his laptop and picked it up, opening the hatch to leave.

Marinette watched as he slowly descended until only his head peered over the entrance of her room. “If I knew opening up to a new love was going to be like this, I would’ve never given love a second chance.”

With that, Tim left, leaving Marinette alone in her room.

#maribat #timari #anju writes #timari january 2021

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isazulabaeorwhat · 3 years

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Rachel Amber, The Broken Angel Who Demonized Herself

Fair warning, please bear with this probably incredibly **longass** (I’m not kidding it’s rlly long) analysis of one of the fandom’s most controversial disliked characters, Rachel Amber. This is just my attempt to analyze her character based on observation from BtS to LiS so by no means do you have to accept them. Productive discussions are obviously very welcomed :D

In LiS, when we asked about Rachel around campus, most of them had nothing but compliments and praises for the missing girl. She was essentially an honorary Vortex Club member who socialised with the snobs, yet she also hung out with the skater stoners and was friendly with those at the bottom of the social hierarchy. Then we see those graffiti around where it hints at Rachel’s promiscuity, debts and conflicts with other people. That’s the first sign we see that Rachel Amber isn’t as perfect as everyone was making her out to be. Afterwards we discover that Rachel was a stoner herself and into whatever drugs there were, partied harder than anyone else, promiscuous, entered a relationship with local drug dealer Frank Bowers while having a secret relationship with Psycho teacher Mark Jefferson— all while maintaining a 4.0 GPA in her studies and being considered perfect and adored by practically everyone in her school. The girl’s incredible, obviously, or maybe scary for someone to be so spread out in everything.

Rachel was a straight A student with a 4.0 GPA, an administrative assistant to the Principal, beloved by students and faculty alike, literal goddess beauty, had ambitions to be a model and study international law, daughter of the DA and was the closest to perfection anyone would ever be— so what went wrong? What made her romanticise the idea of running away from a town where everyone loves and adores her?

Because of the above.

Yes, it may sound whiny and dramatic to feel tired of being loved and being the center of attention all the time, but there’s no point to it if it’s not you who they adore, but the person you’re pretending to be— (“I was feeling angsty and reckless. Tired of living up to the perfect image everybody expects out of me.”) —especially when you have to do so much just to maintain the lie.

Throughout LiS and BtS, Rachel’s ability to get along with everyone was always mentioned. At face value she was akin to a social butterfly. She hung out with stoners regardless of their social status (skaters or the vortex club), was friendly with anyone regardless of their place in the social hierarchy (eg; Daniel/Evan/Steph/Drew/Nathan) or even to strangers others usually ignored (Samuel/Homeless lady). Like Evan said, Her friends were her friends. She wasn’t one to let peer pressure affect her relationships so she wasn’t afraid to make all those acquaintances.

However, for those who knew her closely (Chloe and Jefferson), she was referred to as a chameleon, someone who blended in with everyone and everywhere seamlessly. This was an important detail regarding who Rachel was and her intimacy with others. To be able to make that comparison, they would’ve needed to know who the person Rachel actually was underneath the masks she’d created over the years. Chloe was the first to truly see and accept her for who she was. Jefferson was the one who exploited her for it.

For most, being a social chameleon would count as a beneficial social skill if they’re subtle. So long as the person doesn’t lose themselves in the process and is able to separate their personas from their true self, it remains a skill and will be used as such.

The problem with Rachel was that it transcended beyond a skill. A social chameleon was *what* she became, and that led to losing her own sense of identity, to becoming a stranger in her own body.

We see her confiding to Chloe about this feeling in Brave New World: (“Do you think there’s a point when you’ve been acting so much that you don’t even have your own personality anymore? You’re just whatever you think other people want you to be?”) —to which Chloe tells her she does have a personality because she assumed Rachel was talking about herself. But Rachel apparently wasn’t and clarifies she was talking about her father. She then elaborates on how her father doesn’t really exist, that how he was in the principal’s office was a mere performance and then the actual truth— that she’s afraid she’ll end up like him.

No matter how you interpret that scene, the conclusion is that one of Rachel’s fears was becoming like James— someone who’s been so wrapped up in all the lies and manipulation that he no longer seemed recognisable to even his own daughter.

At that point her defence mechanism of deflection and avoidance came into play after Chloe got a little too close to home. We first see this on the train scene when they play Two Truths and a Lie. Rachel gave factual statements as opposed to Chloe who gave facts that elaborated into her personal life. At one point Chloe can ask how Rachel knew about having a distal radius fracture and It’s a very minor detail, but when she explains that it’s because she broke her wrist when she was 10, she says it extremely fast. When Chloe is about to press for more info about something personal no matter what option you choose, Rachel dismissively turns around the conversation from herself back to Chloe again.

The next time we see her deflecting is right after witnessing her father cheating. When Chloe asks about her, Rachel deflects and guilt trips her into somehow thinking she’s at fault for failing to get them wasted and then proceeds to drown her sorrows into alcohol instead of opening up. Afterwards when they find the junkyard, Rachel chooses to isolate herself from Chloe and withdraws to the corner, getting irritated if Chloe chooses to invade her space. When Chloe confronts her about her sudden moodiness, Rachel yet again deflects and shifts the attention to Chloe by essentially telling her she’s self-centred. This scene was classic Deflection 101 brought by Rachel’s defence mechanism to cope with her father’s betrayal.

Rachel uses deflection and avoidance as a defence mechanism, a habit which stems from the dynamics of the Amber family. When you have a Politician as a father whose life work is to manipulate and lie, and a Stepford Wife as a mother who wilfully acts like a servant to her husband out of sacrifice and duty— an environment of deceit and suppression of one’s feelings will be fostered. This is what shapes Rachel to be distrusting and unhealthily altruistic as we see in BtS.

And so Rachel’s deflection is driven by 2 things: mistrust (James) and her unhealthy altruism (Rose).

As a district attorney, James unfortunately carried his work persona into his personal life and can be presumed to lie to even his own family on a daily basis to the point that Rachel can tell when he’s lying: (“When your Dad is the District Attorney, I guess lying is...something you're used to.”) (Why can't you just tell me the fucking truth?! Stop lying! Stop being a politician for one fucking minute! Can’t you just be my Dad?”) What that tells us is that Rachel’s actually used to being lied at and treated with cynicism, so naturally that would make her guarded around others. Not to mention since James often exercised his professional prerogative (just recall how he spoke to Chloe and her comment about his micro-aggressions towards his own family), it’s most likely that he was also cynical towards people in general and carried that mindset forward at Rachel as well.

As for Rose, you have to really observe how she carried herself and her choice of words. A lot of people pointed out how robotic she sounded and blamed it on bad voice acting, but I think that was actually intentional. She was too mannered, too submissive and too robotic as a person. It’s not exactly a bad thing, but a lot of her personality seemed to be too... *political* for the sake of her husband’s political career. It was altruistic in the way that she sacrificed her own needs for her husband’s and was unfailingly supportive (eg; preparing dinner all by herself, *respectfully* asking James for his drink, even going so far as to excuse James for kissing Sera like wtf). Point is, Rose was the stereotypical political wife whose job was to shut up, look good and smile for her husband while he does the talking. At one point in the dinner scene when they start fighting, James even dared to say ‘Rose, let me handle this’ as if Rose’s voice was irrelevant and unimportant to the table (when he literally just got exposed for cheating lmao).

So what happens when your family environment consists of a father who actively lies and uses manipulation to twist facts, expects you to be compliant in exchange for rewards (birthday money), has the ability to read people, and a mother who does too much for someone who does the barest minimum for the family and represses herself for the sake of others? An environment of deceit and suppression will be fostered, and you develop all of their qualities, for better or worse. That’s difficult to change when your own family dynamics molded you to be that way and then reward you for it. If you recall, Rachel’s mannerisms changed completely when in front of her family and if Chloe complained about having to play the goody two shoes formal well-behaved humorless girl, Rachel would say: ‘try doing it your whole life’. So not only was she playing different roles in school but evidently at home as well.

But It’s not as if the Amber family was aware of the toxic environment they’d created. That’s just what their normal was: to be well-mannered, formal, professional, mature and well-articulated.

This is where Rachel’s social chameleon tendencies develops. Social chameleons usually have reasons for blending in when it comes to personal relationships:

1. Being liked is important for them (they value what people think of them).

2. They want to blend in so as to not stand out (they don’t like attention).

3. They’re doing it to make the other person comfortable (the needs of others come first before theirs).

Considering how Rachel was extremely popular, active in all sorts of school activities and enjoyed the attention of being the star, no. 2 is out. She confessed to wanting to stop being a social chameleon and didn’t seem to care much about Victoria’s dislike of her + she also did it to her family so no. 1 is out as well, which leaves us to no. 3— doing it for the comfort of others. In other words, because she *gave too much shit about other people all the time*.

What further supports the point of Rachel’s unhealthy altruism is what she says to Chloe at the junkyard— (“Maybe you should try giving a shit about other people for once.”) —which essentially tells us that she’s been doing exactly that to be able to lecture Chloe into following her own perspective. Another example would be what she tells Chloe during their therapy session: “—Because she was tired of having to give so many fucks all the time.”

One thing however that all *extreme* social chameleons share is the fact that they **loathe** themselves, or at the very least— dislike who they are. Why else would they go all the trouble of creating different personas for everyone to the point of forgetting their own, if they actually liked themselves?

One of the many things that Chloe and Rachel shared in common was their self-awareness in how undeniably shitty they can be, and that they hated who they were. Whereas Chloe embraced that whole part of her down her self destructive road, Rachel tried to cover hers up by playing other roles for people. Both girls played their sides to the ends of the spectrum; Chloe being selfish (causing problems for everyone in general unnecessarily) and Rachel being selfless (posing no problem for anyone in general even if there was a problem). They had no healthy balance and their unhealthy mindset ultimately drove them down a self destructive path.

Rachel knew she was selfish by nature, and that she’d take it out on Chloe in Ep 1. That’s why instead of talking about what was wrong, she chose to drown herself to alcohol and distance herself from Chloe. When Chloe confronts her about it, she either tells her that not everything revolves around her or that she should try giving a shit about people for once. In other words, ‘Other people have bigger problems than you so shut up and don’t make it worse for them.’ That was Rachel’s mentality and in that moment of poor lapse in judgment, she applied that logic to Chloe expecting her to think the way she does— to put others before yourself.

With Rachel, she always had her walls up and couldn’t help it even if she wanted to because it's practically second nature to have her guard up (“I never said how dearly I hold thee; my habit's been to keep my soul well-draped.“). It’s only in her lowest vulnerable moments is when she finally let her walls down because that’s when she’s too tired to keep them up.

Luckily (or unluckily) for Rachel, she recognized her problem. The only thing is that she didn’t know how to solve them. She confided to Chloe about feeling like she doesn’t exist, but then backtracked and clarified she was talking about her dad instead when Chloe got too close to home. Even IF she was genuinely talking about her father, it doesn’t erase the fact that she believed there was a possibility she was going to become like him— because she already saw the signs and made the comparison between them.

Remember her infamous outbursts in Awake? Unlike Chloe, she’s the type who keeps everything bottled in until it’s too much. Seeing her father kissing another woman was the breaking point and that’s why she reacted badly. And then when she kicked that bin, that was equivalent to Chloe smashing up the junkyard. And then that scream. That scream was the result of years bottling her pent up frustration, stress, anger at everyone including herself. Because she did everything to make her family proud, to please everyone to the point that she felt so empty and hollow, only to realize that it was all for nothing because her father was destroying her family. It wasn’t just a betrayal from her father but a betrayal to herself.

And then there’s Chloe Price. The girl who is the total opposite of her, yet who she can somehow still connect with at the same time. While she cared too much about what others thought, Chloe gave absolutely no fucks. That was her most attractive and admirable quality for Rachel. So what does she do? She latches onto Chloe to do exactly what she knows best. Become the ideal version of whoever wants her to be. In other words, the Rachel Amber who would finally give no fucks.

Rachel was the closest to her truest self when she was around Chloe. Just as she brought life and hope back into the girl’s life, so did Chloe for her. Chloe broke the walls she put up, and she’d seen her vulnerable enough times to let her mask slip. Chloe saw her at her lowest, ugliest self even when she wasn’t doing her usual thing of keeping everyone around her happy, yet she didn’t mock or leave her for it. For the first time, she was selfish, and *still* Chloe came back. That was a BIG reason to trust each other for the both of them. And that’s ultimately what bonded them for so long— the fact that they could be the shittiest people on earth, yet still see the best in each other even if they only see the worst in themselves.

Chloe was the first one to see through her social chameleon act because she slipped, and she continued to let her unmask who she was because that night Rachel just didn’t care enough to hold up the act any longer. This detail of Rachel’s chameleon act slipping *only* when something was wrong is a vital part in understanding the context around her. The first time was when she witnessed her whole world crash, the second was when she realized she was becoming like James, and the third was when she discovered what a monster James was. The fourth— when she asked that trucker for a drive out and didn’t bother to be her usual social chameleon self. We may never know what happened, but something wrong was going on in Rachel’s life that she didn’t want Chloe to be a part of— because why would she put the girl who stuck by her during her darkest hours through her bullshit again?

But at the end of the day, that wasn’t enough. Chloe wasn’t enough. And that’s understandable because a teenager truly can’t and shouldn’t have to be responsible for someone else’s happiness. No matter what choice Chloe makes at the end of BtS, the truth inevitably gets out and leads to Rachel having a fall out with her parents. When that happened, she lost a big pillar of her support system which only leaves her with Chloe who’s another emotionally damaged teen that’s on the road to self-destruction. Chloe can’t help others without helping herself first. But still, who else is there to make them feel a little less shitty except each other?

After her fall out with her parents and her father in particular, she seemed to have developed a taste for men twice her age: Frank Bowers (32) and Mark Jefferson (38). Whatever the reason her relationship with Frank was, she still wrote him those letters and seemed to have cared for him to some extent. Not only was he the source for drugs for her very much needed escape, but he was also the man who helped save her life in one of her most vulnerable moments, and a possible lead to find Sera. It’s not that surprising she’d seek comfort and safety in his arms when he already proved himself once. But clearly it wasn’t serious because she was fooling around with Jefferson at the same time (and Frank knew they wouldn’t have lasted anyway).

Now, Jefferson. The devs confirmed that Rachel was in love with Jefferson and honestly, that’s the least surprising thing ever considering how he basically had the female population of Blackwell head over heels for him. Even Rachel wasn’t immune to that psychopath’s charm. He was a well reputable photographer, had the connections to propel her modeling career, was attractive and mysterious and apparently a damaged soul. He was the perfect one way ticket out of Arcadia Bay. He was her photographer and she was his muse. He was basically the perfect solution to her problems.

The girl clearly had deep rooted daddy issues and was ashamed of it herself since she couldn’t even share her secret relationship to the one person she trusted the most despite sharing her other relationships with her (except Frank).

This is where the drugs and partying come in. They’re a way for her to escape the bullshit in her life for a few hours. Chloe was what made her feel real, but the drugs and partying was what made her forget— forget that her biological mother chose drugs and money over her (twice), forget that her own father was so despicable that he was planning to overdose Sera (this is what Chloe said in the silent dialogue), forget that her biological mother may just be dead somewhere because of James, forget that her own family was a lie, forget all the expectations placed upon her, forget that she herself was a lie, forget that she was so insecure that she had to seek warmth and safety in the arms of men twice her age, forget the guilt of knowing the girl who would die for her was still not enough, forget that at the end of the day all her problems is caused by her own mind and that her own fears had come to reality. And she hated herself for that.

But still, Rachel wasn’t a total junkie or outwardly self destructive to the point that she abandoned her studies like Chloe did. She didn’t let the drugs and partying dictate her life, hence the 4.0 GPA. After all, she still had a reputation to maintain. She was still the DA’s daughter, and getting into college was still a way to get out of Arcadia Bay.

BUT SEE, that was exactly Rachel’s problem. She could never choose which to be; The Problematic Junkie of a Disappointment (Sera), or the Golden Child (James & Rose) everyone expected her to be. She wanted to be as free as Chloe, but she also didn’t want to be a disappointment. She was tired of everything but couldn’t allow herself to fall because it was her nature to demand the best of herself for others as long as she could do it. But what happens when it’s your very own nature you’re going against? It gets really complicated. So instead of choosing, she doesn’t and becomes both. That was ultimately the worst decision she ever made.

Make no mistake, Rachel was an absolute idiot for being so indecisive. She could have easily solved her problems if she just finally gave no shit and did whatever she wanted to. But that’s the problem with people who’re labeled as perfect growing up. They eventually believe it and demand perfection of themselves. They care too much about everything because if they have the ability to be perfect, then why would you choose not to be? When someone is seen to be perfect, disappointment is 10x worse. Even Chloe was guilty of idealizing Rachel to be this perfect girl and was disappointed when she realized Rachel was just like everyone else who puts in hard work—(“Rachel's always made being an A student seem so easy. Almost sad to see all this... effort."), but it’s Chloe accepting Rachel for who she was despite no longer being the perfect girl she believed her to be that mattered.

With being seen as perfect usually comes with the assumption that your whole life is. Just as everyone invalidated her problems because she’s Little Miss Perfect with the perfect grades and the seemingly perfect family, so did she.

‘Cause hey, what does she have to be mad about when she’s a rich white girl who’s been given everything she’s ever wanted, right? (James basically said that). At that point the only problem Rachel had was that she was acting as the perfect daughter and perfect friend and perfect student at the expense of her own happiness, and then throw in the sudden slap in the face that it was all for nothing because her father was destroying the family she’d tried so hard to do proud.

But then again even if that wasn’t enough reason to spiral, it really would mess you up if your own father told you that your biological mother chose money and drugs over you, that everything you’ve done so far was all for a lie and worst of all, that your own father was going to kill your biological mother and there’s nothing you can do to change that. I mean really, I’m not a therapist or anything but I wouldn’t be surprised if Rachel’s mental health was suffering by that point.

I mean get this: she abused drugs and partied harder than anyone else and got wasted even though she knew they were wrong (Sera would’ve been a painful reminder), slept around with older men who undoubtedly took advantage and controlled her, continued to act like the perfect student and pretended to be someone she’s not just to keep everyone happy even though it was causing her to question her own existence— it’s almost as if she was punishing herself for continuing down that path.

Ultimately what Rachel was running away from was who she had become in Arcadia Bay. Once she’d be out, she wouldn’t be Little Miss Perfect anymore. She wouldn’t be the DA’s daughter. She wouldn’t have to keep lying. She would be able to start over. She would just be Rachel Amber, the nobody.

She cared too much in contrast to Chloe’s ‘I don’t give a shit’ attitude, and that’s why she still managed to maintain her perfect image even when she was already so broken. Whereas Chloe’s first instinct was to blame others, Rachel’s was to blame herself. Both never had a healthy balance when it came to accepting responsibility and that’s what connected them so well together.

Call it selflessness or selfishness or stupidity or melodrama, but at the end of the day Rachel tried to keep everyone around her happy, just like Max tried to do with her powers except Rachel used lies to do it. She was greedy and selfish, no disagreement to that, but she also tried to be selfless for most of her life. She was her own enemy and she demonized herself for it. And that got her murdered, thrown and buried away like the used rag doll she treated herself to be.

She was Chloe’s angel and Chloe was hers, but she was also her own demon. And there’s only so much two broken angels can do against a demon.

**TL;DR:** Idealizing her to be the Perfect Girl was what made her want to run away. Her family was what broke her. Desperation for escape was what killed her. Her family just *really* suck.

Now, I’m not trying to justify Rachel’s actions but merely rationalizing her character. I acknowledge that she was capable of being a shitty person at times, but just as Chloe had her issues, so did she, and so I choose to see them both for what they tried to be. Good hearted people just trying to make their shitty life a little easier. At the end of the day, Rachel Amber was a deeply flawed, insecure and emotionally damaged girl that pretended like nothing was wrong to forget about her troubles for a little, and was just dealt a bad hand in life. Literally.

After writing all of this, I realize that holy shit this girl was fucking complicated and a single post doesn’t do her justice nor explains her character properly enough. I thought it’d be simple enough to word it out, but then again, someone who was basically a junkie yet still managed to maintain her perfect reputation amongst her peers and the faculty is bound to be this complexed. Also as you can see I got very lazy at the middle of the elaborations and repetition has probably made this unnecessarily long but thank you for reading and finishing this overall confusing and messy essay.

#life is strange #amberprice #chloeprice #rachelamber #analysis #meta #I posted this on Reddit n it got a nice reception #so here it is on tumblr #yk just to stay true to what this blog was supposed to b lmao

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8 ~ The Blog-Off

I thought it would be time to meet some of the secondary characters I haven’t introduced yet. Also, I think this might be the third to last one before Piper is introduced to the gang? Maybe, just soon, I hope. And I think it’ll feel like a massive info dump but oh well, I wanted more people than just the class.

Also, I want to give these characters some actual personality traits, hope you like them.

Since I’ve made it that Timetagger isn’t canon in my storyline then I’ll have to add that Alix’s watch is just a unique watch and not a Miraculous since she’s a part of the class salt. Hopefully, that makes sense. Also, the episode Feast hasn’t happened either.

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Ok, so I just checked on the fanon website information for Miraculous Ladybug and it says Juleka and Alix are 15, how? And why couldn’t they just make it simple so they’re all 13 at the start? I really don’t get it, could someone explain it to me, it just seems so odd to only have 2 people at different ages, (Just saw that Kagami is 15 as well)? For now, they first became heroes at 13, Adrien 14 because his birthday was in the bubbler. Including those 3 cause it makes more sense, because if Juleka really is 15 it's said that Luka is 2 years older than her so that means he’s 17 and that makes me extremely iffy about him liking a 13-year-old Marinette. Yikes, I like Luka leave him alone damn it.

So, the second year of Miraculous Ladybug, they’re all 14-15.

***

It was a particularly sunny day at Collège Françoise Dupont. There hadn’t been any Akuma’s for a while. Leaving everyone a chance to relax.

Well, most could relax.

“Aurore I’m sure its fine, you don’t need to stress so much” Her friend Mireille tried to calm her friend down to no avail. She was still staring at her phone.

“Y-Yeah cheer up. It's only been a day. Maybe people just haven’t l-looked under that tag yet?” But that response only made the blonde glare.

“How could they not. Its an actual Akuma battle I was able to get hold of and nothing? Unbelievable!” The video itself was of the Akuma SleepSis, Aurore was able to get some footage, shaky, but she was able to upload that battle.

Unluckily for her, it seemed that no one was interested but a few people. She couldn’t understand, it had Ladybug and Chat Noir as well as that new hero everyone wanted to know. But because she was new no one paid any attention to it.

“Hey, it's only the first video. Maybe if you make more people will see you.” Mireille suggested, she didn’t want to see her friend upset, they had started to become closer after their rocky start and she didn’t want her to be Akumatized because of this.

“It's so not fair, my video is the latest Akuma fight and nothing has come of it, meanwhile little miss blogger gets all the attention and she hardly does any posts about Akuma’s anymore, it's all about this Lila girl, who by the way is completely fake. Nothing on Akuma’s, more about Ladybug’s love life, why should we give a damn about that-” And here we had a completely wild Aurore, she was ranting while her friends were trying to calm her down. Marc already knew Lila was lying when Marinette told him after… Certain events happened. And Mireille was a good friend, believing Marc and Aurore right away, they had come at separate times and besides, after hearing the girl, all Mireille could see was fakery everywhere.

“Excuse me? Can we sit here?” A voice spoke, breaking the three out of their conversation.

“Huh? Marinette! How are you?” Aurore stood to hug the bluenette who was overjoyed with the fact they saw each other again. Their class schedules were so spread out, this had been the first time, before Rosina joined in fact, that she could see them.

And boy did they change.

“Err Marinette I don’t want to tell you this but Chloé is behind you, extremely close behind you” She pointed to the blonde who didn’t seem amused at all.

“Geez blondie, don’t talk about someone who’s in-ear reach!”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so close to us you wouldn’t hear!” They glared at each other so hard you could see the literal spark in their eyes.

This was going to be a long day.

***

“Sooo you two are friends now?” Mireille concluded after hearing this whole story.

“I find that extremely hard to believe” Aurore spoke, her eyes still not breaking away from Chloé.

“Well, no one's forcing you!” She retaliated.

“Eheh… So where is this miracle worker?” Marc but in, he found it better that Chloé was trying to mend her old ways, and try to redeem herself. It seemed to be working at least, she wasn’t insulting everyone at the table, only Aurore.

“She said she was coming later, she wanted to go explore something” Marinette explained, oblivious of Chloé’s horrified expression.

“And you let her!? You know she needs to be kept in check, what if she’s halfway across Paris by no-” Arms appeared around the girl's shoulders.

“Mari! Chlo! Hiya” It said.

“Ahhh! Don’t scare me like that!” Chloé hit her head, she was too surprised to realise who it was, but she wasn’t sorry, no one should scare someone and expect nothing to happen to them.

“Hey, no fair, it was only as they say a jest” Marinette held an embarrassed smile. Taking Rosina’s arm as they sat down at the table.

“Anyway Rosina, these are the friends I was talking about. Aurore, Mireille and Marc” She pointed to them as Rosina excitedly waved.

“H-Hi-” Marc couldn’t finish that sentence.

“Wow, I love your pigtails they look so cool. Aww, you look so cute in that outfit, like a cute little panda. Wow, I love your t-shirt I so want one for myself.” They all seemed confused. Why was this girl flattering them?

“Don’t worry she does that to everyone,” Marinette clarified.

“Yep, I read if you want to make a good impression you must compliment to provide a friendship with them, now that we’re friends what should we do?” She smiled an enormously large smile, she looked cute and happy, like they could feel the positivity radiating of the girl.

“You’ll get used to this as well, she’s always this happy.”

It was silent after that. No one really seemed to talk, because there was still a big elephant in the room. And it was all pointing to a specific blonde.

“Ugh fine I get it. I’ll go and leave you all in peace” Chloé got up and started to walk away. But two hands pulled her back.

“Wait Chloé it's fine. You seem like you’re really trying so I’ll give you a second chance.” Mireille said.

“Mmhmm, yeah Chloé you’re getting so much better, she even got me a phone” She held it up, her charm still intact, she wanted to take good care of it.

“Wow really?” Marc was surprised, Chloé actually gave someone a present? Was she an imposter? No, it didn’t seem like an Akuma.

“Yeah wanna see?” The redhead excitedly showed off her first-ever phone to the boy. Even explaining things Marc knew but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

“Mhmm buying your way into friendship now?” Aurore so wasn’t convinced at all; sure, people could change but she wasn’t about to forgive Chloé after all the years of her bullying her.

“For your information, Rosina was in need of a phone because she’s never had one. So, it was a gift” She retorted, arms crossed as Marinette put her hand to her forehead. Her and Mireille had given up trying to hold them back, it was obvious they weren’t going to like each other, it might take more time for them to get along.

“As if I’ll fall for that trick. I’ll see you crack under the pressure real soon Chloé Bourgeois.” She huffed as her head turned, refusing to look at her anymore.

“Whatever Aurore Beauréal” The other four were paying attention to Rosina as she was showing all her new apps.

“Err, R-Rosina I can’t understand any of it, what language is it in?” It wasn’t in French that was for sure.

“See see, since I’m still getting used to the French, so I’ve put it in Arabic since it's easier, that way whenever I text my friends they won’t get confused if I get anything wrong.” She gleamed as she put it back in her bag.

“It's fine Rosy, we can help you just tell us ok?”

They continued to talk as they had 1 hour of a free period left. And a previous topic came back to relevance.

“So, you’re a blogger as well?” Rosina was told what a blogger was after Alya overheard her uncertainty. She was dragged off by the girl as she explained. She showed all of her videos to her. Rosina was amazed by the fact one could capture motion and replay it. She had heard about a blog before but had yet to see it. Chloé and Marinette were able to steal her away after causing a distraction.

“A beginner, I was kinda inspired by Alya’s, but it slowly derailed into fake news, so I wanted to make one myself, for Ladybug. She’s been amazing for us and she deserves to be respected. Not pry about her love life or identity” Marinette was beaming on the inside, finally, someone wanting facts and information, plus she knew Lila was bs anyway. She couldn’t be more relieved.

“But… No one seems to want to watch it” Her confidence wavered, Marinette felt dejected, how could she help her she wondered?

“Can we see it? I wanna see what it's about” Aurore beamed with joy, she happily showed her, watching for any change in the girl's faces.

But before the redhead could state her opinions, the blonde beat her to it.

“There's nothing special about it”

“What! H-” She held up her hand, she so wasn’t done.

“It looks like a video that Césaire girl could do, hell I could do that with my eyes closed. There isn’t anything special here” Aurore had enough, how dare she walk in here and disrespect her like this. The pigtailed girl was so close to being done.

“Chloé’s right”

“Rosina you can’t just say it like that!” Marinette was concerned, please don’t make her have to face off Stormy Weather again!

“No wait- I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry Aurore, I just think you can change it, that’s all” She frantically waved her hands around as Aurore blinked.

“Huh?”

“I just mean, Chloé is right that it does look like Alya’s, so maybe you can make different err- what's the word… Content yeah that. Make different content, like an analysis of Akuma, and their powers and weapons.” Marinette shot up, ideas filling her mind.

“Maybe you could interview the heroes about questions regarding Akuma’s? I know people would feel better having their queries answered.” Mireille then joined in.

“You could include tips on how to stay safe during an Akuma attack? That could be useful.”

“I-If you want a script to use, I could help with that?” Marc piped up.

“And since I’m feeling generous, I guess I could lend you some space to use for your videos. Anywhere else would be barbaric” Aurore would’ve glared at her, but she couldn’t make herself do that. They were all encouraging her to continue, to make it unique, to make it her own.

She smiled.

“Thanks, you guys. I’ll be sure to remember this. And you too Chloé” Said blonde smirked.

“What? Sorry I didn’t hear that” She became irritated.

“Chloé please stop teasing her, that’s not a very nice thing to do” Rosina grabbed onto her arm, trying to stop the inevitable argument.

“Ugh fine, it wasn’t any fun anyway” Now they felt shocked. Chloé willingly giving up her teasing? That was unheard of- maybe Rosina really was a good influence after all.

***

[This is great, love the special guests]

[Thanks so much for the advice!]

[Thank you, sweetie, I’m sharing this with everyone xxx]

Hundreds of comments like these appeared within minutes of her second video. Amazingly Ladybug had somehow heard of what Aurore wanted to do and brought Crisono along for the ride as well. Because it was a quiet night, they were able to gain so much information, and Aurore was able to stop fangirling and have a proper conversation with them. They got so many recordings done in a single night Aurore was able to go to sleep feeling peaceful.

Her second video consisted of self-defence demonstrated by Ladybug, it held a serious yet comedic approach as Ladybug demonstrated what would happen if someone, Akuma or not, attacked you using Crisono. Ladybug playing the hero while Crisono played the villain, and what a funny villain she was. It was a huge hit and the viewers wanted more, wanted to know more about Crisono.

Luckily her third video would consist of who exactly Crisono Tassa was? They knew she didn’t hold a Miraculous, so the mysteries surrounding her were endless.

She was so happy by the boost she couldn’t help her locking onto Rosina the minute she spotted her at school.

“Thank you thank you thank you! They love it, and Ladybug and Crisono came to help me. Rosina, you’re the best” Rosina could only pat the girl on her back as her limbs were constricted from moving.

“I didn’t do anything really. But I’m so glad you’re happy Aurore, I mean I know my acting wasn’t the best bu-”

“What?” Mireille asked, what acting was she talking about?

“In the v-” Marinette clamped a hand over the redhead's mouth.

“Well I think I heard the bell go, and you know how Mlle Bustier can be with tardiness so byeeee!” Once they were out of earshot of the three new friends Rosina had made Marinette gave a glare to Rosina.

“You can’t keep doing that?” Rosina tilted her head.

“Doing what?”

“Revealing your identity to people Rosina. It was fine with Marinette because she’s Ladybug, and there were circumstances with Chloé but you can’t do it with other people it can be really dangerous” Tikki came out lightly reprimand the girl, Tikki had long ago deemed Rosina safe to be around as well as hold a secret, and came to care for the girl just like Marinette, she only wanted to protect her.

“But it's fine, it doesn’t matter if people know it's me” She tried to reason. But the bluenette shook her head.

“Yes, it does Rosina. Your friends and family could get hurt if Hawkmoth ever finds out your identity. Please Rosy. Don’t reveal yourself to anyone else”

“But Mari, I only have you, Chloé, Kagami, Adrian, Chat, Aurore, Mireille and Marc as my friends” Marinette would’ve winced at the mention of the blonds but now wasn’t the time.

“Yes but-”

“Plus, I have no family, so he can’t use them to get to me”

“W-What?”

“I don’t have a family, I only have 8 people to protect, so that’s why I’ll strive to protect all of my friends.”

“B-But what about-”

Riiiiiiiiiiing

“Well class should be starting soon, c’mon Mari, we don’t want to be late ok” Before the bluenette could answer she was already being dragged off, she couldn’t stop her as the words went around in her head.

I don’t have a family

‘How can she say that so casually? And what about Franchezca, what about her?’

These questions whirled around the girl’s head so much she couldn’t pay that much attention to the lesson. Not like Bustier called on her. She was glad for that.

Maybe she could ask later?

***

“Rosina?”

“Yep,” A voice spoke, popping the ‘P’. They were walking around the city; they were meant to be meeting everyone as they had planned to all hang out later but Marinette was able to convince Rosina to go earlier. And Marinette felt it was a good enough time to ask Rosina what she meant beforehand.

“You said you don’t have any family to protect. But you also call Mlle Franchezca Aunt? So, if it’s not too much trouble, could you explain?” She stopped walking.

“I mean you only want- I mean, only if you want to. I don’t want to force you or anything” She really hoped she hadn’t offended her.

“Its fine Marinette, I just don’t know where to begin”

She placed her hand under her chin, looking to reminisce on something.

“Let’s see, how did Aunty say it again?”

In the middle of a desert, an older woman with a cane walked.

She was searching for that damn forth Trinklet and it was nowhere. But she needed to find it fast, if not then it would crack.

And she really didn’t want to spend any more time in this stupid desert than she had to.

But then she saw a glow.

‘Perfect’ She thought, making her way towards it, believing that would be the end of it.

But it was only the beginning.

As she came closer to the glow, she saw a bundle of blankets next to it. She was surprised about that discovery.

But that was nothing, because then she heard a cry.

“What the-?”

She rushed to the blanket, if it was what she thought it was then she had to move quickly.

And like she was able to predict… It was.

A baby.

“Who would leave a kid all the way out here?” Franchezca decided that she would try and find out who the baby belonged to. Of course, she wasn’t going to get attached to her.

No, of course not.

That would be absurd.

“She always blamed my smile was the reason she couldn’t give me up” Rosina had finished her story as Marinette stood there.

“So, you really don’t have any other family members?”

“Nope, I don’t know anyone related to me. And Aunty always told me to call her Aunty cause she didn’t want to be called Grandma.” She laughed as she remembered the embarrassed look she gave when the Silver-eyed girl said Grandma once.

“You were just… Left alone?”

“Yeah, she told me this poncho was the only thing I had on me. That’s why I wear it everywhere. But it's alright. Aunty took care of me for all that time, and then I got the chance to train to fight all the Trinklets in the world. It's great” She raised her arms in the air to exclaim she wasn’t even sad.

Swish.

“I didn’t know you wanted a hug, Mari?”

‘She doesn’t seem bothered at all; I want to feel sorry for her but… Should I?’

“You do have family”

“Mari I-” She was about to repeat herself but Marinette jumped to cut her off.

“You have me and Maman and Papa. We’re your family. All of our friends are family and your Aunt. That’s why you can’t reveal yourself to anyone” Rosina paused. She wasn’t expecting… That.

“Really?” It was barely audible but Marinette heard it. And it was so sincere.

“Yeah, so please promise me you’ll stop doing that”

“…Ok. But if I can’t transform in time you can’t blame me if anyone sees” She cheekily replied her usual self-returning.

“Fine, but that’s only if, ok?” She shot back; Rosina nodded before they continued on their walk. Apparently, there was someone she wanted Rosina to meet. All she knew was that he didn’t attend Collège Françoise Dupont.

***

“Rosina, this is Luka. Luka this is Rosina.” They had arrived at *Pont des Arts the meeting place Marinette had organised earlier, all of her friends arriving later gave Rosina enough time to get along with the newcomer, everyone else knew him, it was only fair if Rosina got some time too.

“Pleased to mee-”

“Wow, your hair looks so cool, were you born with it or did you dye it? Wait, are you by any chance related to Juleka? Wow you look so cool” She repeated as he stood back just a bit, he had predicted her melody to be calm and slightly childish, now it had just changed dramatically… He needed a moment to adjust.

“Sorry Luka, I should’ve warned you she was hyper.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, it’s good to see you so happy, Rosina seems to have drowned out that melancholy you had” That caused Marinette to blush before she looked back at Rosina. They continued to have a small conversation, at least before everyone else arrived anyway, although it did surprise Marinette when Luka kept looking around and checking his watch, was he waiting for someone? Was he just biding time before leaving them? Was it going to be his girlfri-

“Hayo, Luka long time no see? It’s been like sooo long” A girl who looked like the same age as Luka approached the gang of 3. And she looked so pretty.

She had green hair that complimented her dark skin, her orange jacket looked of high quality and red trousers, was this who Luka was waiting for? Was this his gir-?

“Noémie, it’s been a while, I should have asked before, but I was wondering if my friend could hang out with us?” Marinette was slightly put off, ever since the Lila situation she’s been ever so slightly apprehensive of new people, but she guessed since she’s a friend of Luka’s she would soon be a friend of hers.

“-Gasps- Luka is this the Marinette ya keep talking and gushing about? Oh, my life. She is the cutest little thing ever. Selfie child” Before Marinette could respond she’d already taken a selfie.

“You look even cuter on camera, oh stop ya gonna kill me smols” Noémie’s hand was then grabbed by someone else, it wasn’t forceful at all, but she did lookup.

“Hiya Miss, I just wanted to say that I love your green hairstyle, it looks super cool on you”

‘Is that a tear-’

“Oh my god these two smols are so like adorable, I’m officially adopting you two, my precious little babies.” Marinette would soon learn she would never be able to finish another thought around the green-haired girl. Ever again.

And adopting?

“Eheh no thanks, I have a Mother and one is more than enough” She tried to get out of the hold but couldn’t.

“What’s adopting?”

“I’ll… Tell you later” Mari sighed, this seemed to become a long day.

“I was going to tell you that she can be a bit extreme, but she beat me to it.” Luka sent an apologetic smile towards the two, more to the bluenette since Rosina seemed to be enjoying the affection. It wasn’t like Noémie was doing anything harmful, but he knew she could be a bit… Overbearing at times.

“Selfie time”

“But you just took one?”

“Like girl, ya can never have too many selfies with smols like ya. All these photos can stay online forever. All these memories we can have and keep and look back on is like sooooooo cool. Now say cheese!” her monologue was filled with so much passion for selfies Marinette was able to giggle.

Ok, she liked her, she seemed really quirky.

Whether it was luck or not the others arrived not too long after, unluckily Noémie tried to use that same trick on Chloé because she was apparently a fan of the Mayor’s Daughter…

Yeah, that didn’t turn out well.

But she got over it when they both started taking selfies.

To the extreme.

It was a selfie war at this point.

The 6 were put on edge, but they decided to stay with them, so it was their fault.

Although there was one thought a young blonde had since the day they met.

And it was starting to get to her. And considering they were at the mall anyway she could enact on her plan.

“Rosina let’s get you a new outfit. My treat” She had to try and slowly ease her into it. If not, it would sound mean, and she couldn’t possibly do that to the redhead.

But said redhead couldn’t reply before a new blonde nuisance had to but in.

“Why? What's the occasion Chloé, you wouldn’t happen to be buying more ‘gifts’ to keep your friends, would you? Or could it be that you simply don’t like Rosina’s fashion sense?” She wrapped her arms around the redhead, her new innocent friend who didn’t deserve to be tricked by anyone, even if she knew Chloé was trying to be better.

“Aurore” Mireille tried to ease the tension, but she knew it was to no avail.

“No, I just thought we could all go on a shopping spree. But of course, you wouldn’t know anything about fashion to begin with.” She shot back, two could play at that game and so far, she was winning.

“Chloé” Marinette was now trying to keep the piece as Luka squeezed her shoulder in support. He knew they were just teasing, and it was kinda fun to watch.

Marinette.exe has stopped working.

While everyone else was concerned over a passed out Marinette, Rosina started smiling. The two blondes grew confused before their hands were grabbed.

“Ok, let’s go shopping. I’ve never shopped for clothes before so let’s go” They were dragged off with a bouncing Noémie following as the others were preoccupied.

Chloé and Aurore both wanted to drag the girl off to separate stores but unfortunately, they found out if you start pulling on a person, it will eventually hurt. Marinette had to pry them off her before scolding the two, the others either laughing or taking photos, although I think you know who was taking photos, with the caption: new Mum of the group.

Rosina’s first pick from Chloé was a lovely white knee-length dress, black leggings and a light blue jacket. It seemed lovely before Aurore gave her own pick. A floral pattern navy blue dress with white leggings. Of course, the two bickered which one was better as Marinette gave her own pick. And she looked so cute.

A blue tank top with a matching skirt with a teal bodysuit underneath.

“Wow, this is so stretchy, look look I can do the splits in these.” That earned her a clap as she excitedly bounced up and down. And Chloé couldn’t help the feeling of happiness in her gut. It never happened before with Sabrina or Adrien, was it because she wasn’t just bossing them around?

Yeah, that might be it.

“Hey, I could probably sew something onto it to make it stand out if you want?”

“Really? That would be so cool Mari, thank you bestie?” They hugged before Mireille and Marc chose a new outfit as well.

Did she deserve this? After everything she’s done? Did she really deserve this?

Did she-?

“Hey, your friends are trying to help you Chloé, you are included blondie, don’t screw it up” She nudged her shoulder gently.

Huh, she must’ve been able to tell what she was thinking?

But Chloé wasn’t about to admit that. Especially not to Aurore of all people.

“Whatever, I know I’m their best friend, something you could only dream of having” She gave a playful smirk back, they were starting to get along without even knowing it.

“Hayo guys, let’s take a selfie to mark the beginning of this beautiful like friendship with all of you smols. Hope we all hang out some more” Holding out a camera for the 8 people there, posing for the camera, Noémie planning to tag them all later.

“C’mon Chloé! I wanna buy you something too” they were all dragged off to continue their shopping spree. So many clothes were brought, including the ones that the blondes had chosen, Rosina really loved them as well.

They all ended up getting some really cool shades as well, as well as the fact Chloé was able to spot a jacket that had the words ice queen written on the back. She so had to get one for her and Marinette to wear at school for kicks.

Rosina got everyone a bracelet with some colourful charms on. She got one for 3 others, but they weren’t there. They all beamed with glee as the girl was tackled with a hug by them all.

Marinette felt as if she could finally relax around them. They didn’t just hang out with her to try and make a plan for how to get her together with Adrien, they didn’t just hang out with her to just talk about her crush on Adrien, they actually all just wanted to hang out and enjoy each other’s company. Something she never got the chance to do before Lila came in… Not like she thought she’d be able to do, no doubt the topic would soon go towards Adrien eventually.

But she was able to take in the calm atmosphere around the group of 7.

She knew deep down in her heart that they would all soon be the best of friends.

***

The weekend had ended, and boy was a lot packed into that.

A lot.

Not only did everyone have tons of bags pack with new clothes and various items, but they also decided to dine out in Chloé’s hotel. Friends discount was applied here.

And amazingly Kagami was there along with her Mother. Rosina and Tomoe surprisingly had a conversation about fencing, Kagami was still apprehensive considering her Mother’s opinion about friends but it seemed to dissipate once Tomoe heard her Daughter laugh for the first time in a long time.

Tomoe also heard how fond Kagami was of Rosina after hearing about their fencing match, she wished to challenge Rosina to a match of her own to which Rosina happily agreed, much to everyone's surprise.

But they knew the girl could handle herself, 3 more so than the others but it was fine.

Also, remarkably, Rosina was able to convince Kagami and Tomoe to attend more get-togethers with the rest of the group. It might have something to do with Rosina speaking to her in Japanese and found Rosina to be a good influence.

So that’s how the group of 8 became 9.

The next day Rosina had finally started her contract with the Agreste’s. Rosina would start to be Adrien’s “bodyguard” at school, at fencing lessons as well as at photoshoots. On Sundays, she would be a language tutor for him as Saturdays would most likely be a day off, unplanned photoshoot or more piano lessons.

Adrien was ecstatic once this was all sorted. Finally, he wouldn’t be alone anymore, yeah, he wouldn’t be able to talk to Plagg as often, but as long as Plagg had his cheese he was sure he’d be alright. Besides, since Rosina was actually Crisono, he didn’t have to give a reason for his disappearances.

It did give him more of a reason why secret identities shouldn’t be so secret, but he knew he couldn’t reveal himself for his Lady and Master Fū.

The girls, however,

They were less than impressed with Rosina’s decision considering they told her they weren’t friends with Adrien anymore, but, it was Rosina’s choice and they couldn’t tell her not too.

Besides, it was who Rosina was. If she thought of Adrien as a friend, they couldn’t stop her, they may not like it but if they forced her to deny any interactions with him, they would be as bad as Lila.

So they had to learn to accept it and slowly, it didn’t faze them, sure they couldn’t hang out as much, but when you have a girl full of energy you find that they can and will spend as much time as possible with them.

So, when they arrived at school, they weren’t surprised to see Adrien hug Rosina.

“Thanks for agreeing Rosina” The latter nodded as they headed inside. Even if the blonde still hadn’t accepted it fully, the bluenette was there to help.

But then they heard something that made them both smirk.

“Alya are you alright, that new blog just skyrocketed up, it's halfway to the number of followers you have” Mylène seemed devastated but to that Alya waved her hand around, not the least bit interested.

“Oh please, that blog isn’t half as good as mine, where’s the pizazz? Its soo boring to look at I got tired after that first video.” Rose and Juleka didn’t look convinced.

“But her other videos are so much better. They even have that new hero no one knows about on it.” That perked the girl's interest.

“WHAT! How in the world did she get an interview with Crisono?” She soon watched that video and was furious to find Ladybug there as well.

“She’s even provided tips and other stuff with Akuma’s” Juleka joined in as Alya furiously search through the contents of the Let’sBugOut page. It somehow featured Ladybug in most of them, whether it was by video call or in person.

“So, she doesn’t accept interviews from me but from some amateur! How could she?” Alya didn’t know what she had done to receive the cold shoulder from Ladybug but she supposed that maybe she didn’t want her to be in any danger, that maybe if they stopped talking, Akuma’s wouldn’t be so interested to pick her as a target.

At least… That’s how Lila put it when she had come to the girl for help.

“Very easily, don’t you think? At least Aurore doesn’t pry about unnecessary details about Ladybug’s life. And she actually provides facts, something the LadyBlog is really missing.” Chloé retorted, returning to the desk at the back, everyone glaring at her she had become accustomed to it.

“Chloé how could you say that about Alya? Is this just because you aren’t Queen Bee anymore? And you're taking out your frustration on Alya. If you want, I could always ask Ladybug for advice on how you could improve and be a better person?” The girls swarmed around Lila appeared to be shocked while the other two were annoyed, how dare she sully Ladybug’s name!

“Girl there's no need to help someone like her, I know you're extremely kind, but you don’t need to extend it to the likes of her” Alya replied, that girl had a heart of gold.

“Are you sure, I wouldn’t want Chloé to become too upset at being rejected by Ladybug, I couldn’t imagine the shame she must be feeling now.” The duo was able to see that obvious jab made towards the blonde. How no one else could was a definite mystery?

Marinette paused, how Chloé decided to answer may decide on her future prospects of being a hero, what would she say?

“I wasn’t rejected by Ladybug, and how dare you lie about being friends with someone way out of your league.” The girls were quick to retort but Chloé paid them no mind.

“And I am still Queen Bee, in or out of costume. I don’t need it to define me. I’m more of a hero than you’ll ever be” She smirked at the last line before grabbing Rosina from Adrien, who was talking about schedules by the way, and promptly sitting down with Marinette. The blue-haired girl impressed by the blue-eyed girl's words. She didn’t spill the fact that technically she was still Queen Bee, just changed.

Chloé was learning.

She just wished the others would as well.

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*Pont des Arts = A Pedestrian Bridge In Paris.

I hope you enjoy my new OC I put out. I just thought I wanted Luka to have more friends so here we go.

After making that outfit for Rosina I couldn’t stand it and knew I needed to change it, so I thought why not throw some Chloé sugar in there as I’m at it. Also, I think it’s reasonable for not everyone to believe or accept Chloé’s redemption since not everyone is so ready to forgive, right?

And with that, Rosina has kinda met all of the Marinette Protection Squad members (Minus Felix, he’s gonna be a special case)

1 more chapter till Piper, I really can’t wait for it, the next one will contain some unexpected salt towards a certain bluenette. Hope you’ll all enjoy it as much as me, I just think it’ll be great and clarify stuff.

Also, could someone help me with Rosina’s backstory? Or be willing to read and see if it's alright? Since she was found in a desert I was going to put her birthplace as Egypt, but with Franchezca travelling around she doesn’t really know anything about it, but later she learnt Arabic after her Aunt told her the story of how and where she was found.

Is that alright. I’m not offending anyone with that am I? do I need to change anything with that?

Sorry if it sounds stupid, I just want to make sure it's not insulting anyone.

Also, maybe some help with accents? Her first language was Spanish, but her favourite is Arabic, so what sort of accent would she have?

Anyway, I hope you liked this part can’t wait for the next it will be shorter, maybe haven’t planned it all out yet, but I hope that’s alright.

Note: Updated the pictures. Also, I keep updating Noemié’s design because of the artist in me, haha. hope you like hers.

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zombiequincy · 4 years

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

MUN NAME: Hela AGE: 21 CONTACT: IM

CHARACTER(S): Giselle Gewelle, Yumichika Ayasegawa (inactive)

CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach

BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR: I have gory Bloodborne au but that one just exists in my head on my lonesome.

MY LANGUAGE(S): English and one very specific Middle Eastern dialect.

THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc.

PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.

ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.

CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO.

PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK. (i love it all sorry I am quite the mixed bag lmao)

IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?: YES / NO. i gotta know what certain human body parts taste like u know

ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. it’s SO BAD FOR ME RN ASGLDKJDJKA i’m very inconsistent i’m so sorry.

HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. / a lot of it has more to do w my general writing mood and if the thread im writing catches my interest, and rn im writing a TON of really wonderful and fascinating threads so they’re all super captivating for me and i try to reply asap

I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.

DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC. (i have a lot of stupid shit sorry)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: just send me a tumblr instant message, i know it sucks shit but im not comfy releasing my discord w everyone just yet cause i use it for personal use as well. i check tumblr on the daily so if you send me a message chances are i’ll see it and respond!

WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER: i guess just be able to put up with my rambling and stopping and starting, a lot of characterisation choices i do go through various stages and its pretty messy so when i communicate that with others it usually ends up equally messy. just be patient with me please.

WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?: i don’t mind! sometimes ppl have more ideas that they want to share first and i’m always super happy to listen to those ideas !! sometimes its nice to have someone with a clear guide or structure and be able to work around that rather than trying to fumble through a plot together.

HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?: i try to map out some basic info abt their characters that i otherwise don’t know from their bio or verses and try to pick out points of confrontation or similarities to expand on with giselle that can be used as points for like a starter to happen. its either that or sometimes i have really stupid ideas i just toss out there like ‘LMAO THEYRE BREAKING SHIT AT DISNEYLAND’ and go buck wild from there if the other person is down. i also always try to warn people or get a gauge for what subjects to avoid and steer clear of considering that giselle is a bit of a Freak(tm) and will say and do bad things.

WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if there’s something giselle did or said that upset you, i would love to know not to repeat it again (since i do still feel pretty new to the rp game, theres still plenty of time for me to make stupid mistakes). if its just a general lack of interest or uncertainty of where the plot should go, then you dont have to tell me i wont take it personally i promise !

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: sometimes i can be made uncomfortable by certain things mentioned... it happens but its rare

- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. i don’t want to upset anyone personally and sometimes explaining the ins and outs of my discomfort make things ten times worse so i just. would rather not.

IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.

- AND WHY?: i am the most nervous person you can meet and my brain is always giving me misinfo abt paranoia and random shit so i having clear concrete communication between two parties abt if something is going wrong or is being received poorly means the world to me.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGA1TIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: i need it !! i still feel relatively new to all this and i need to know whats going wrong to improve !!

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.

WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: to help with my confidence in writing! i have v bad anxiety when it comes to sharing my works and i write a lot of other pieces alongside this blog on ao3 and i want to develop my writing skills just in general. when it comes to like the nuts and bolts of why i rp giselle specifically, its mainly to just have fun and have a laugh w my friends who are really awesome quincy writers

WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS: OH SO MANY! ive managed to fulfil a lot of my wishlist threads with like, giselle talking to characters she’s already zombified and i love all that angst but i want to do more stupid shit. i want to make it my personal goal to bully every quincy man and woman on sight. although a REAL dream would be if i got to write a thread zombifying a character who managed to escape giselle’s clutches. and more fighting! i want to get better at describing action and fights and i love to write giselle getting beat up and beating people up! more more more!!

THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE: hohoho theres a LOT... uh r*pe/dubcon threads for one, even if yeah i know writing it doesnt condone it, it makes me intensely uncomfortable to put my muse in that scenario, i feel like i have an obligation to like, protect her from that shit you know? racism is one i don’t want to transgress, even though i’m a poc, its not really cathartic or groundbreaking to write abt racism in threads its just... really fucking upsetting. also i know the quincy’s have this very close parallel to the whole n*zi imagery and ideology thing going on and i am not about to start even daring to thread that into my writing or bring those allusions and references of real life tragedies into giselle’s threads. i’ve already talked at length abt exploring giselles trans identity in rp and why im not comfortable doing so, so.... yeah! all those i guess.

WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: i like starters where giselle can just immediately get right into being a piece of shit. mise en scene and all that! cut out the build up and just get to the intense horror !! i don’t like starters where its not immediately clear where the characters are standing and what they’re doing and what’s happening around them. those really disorientate me and leave me kinda floundering because i always need some allusion or mention of a setting to ground giselle in a time and place other wise i cant tell what her response should be

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?: EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN. also just characters i can wholeheartedly clown on, or also characters who have hidden depths to them and have a single panel of screentime. honestly it’s just all over the place!

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?: angry old men GSADJDKSJA i could never rp yhwach for example or yamamoto because idk. theyre just so crummy and boring to me. i also couldnt rp characters who always have an upper hand in battle like aizen. i like my dumbasses and i like them stupid and adaptive not just, ‘yes i know this because i Know this.’

WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: i think im nice...? FKSJDKDJSA idk i hate trying to toot my own horn. sometimes i also think i make funny jokes and im pretty chill and laid back

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: my writing style is inconsistent and adapts to whatever i’m reading so sometimes it’ll be really good and i love it and other times it reads like really bad fanfic and i get carried away far too easily and write novella lengths for threads which should be much shorter. i also get shy a lot and dont think i communicate very effectively but HEYO we’re working on it!

DO YOU RP SMUT?: YES / NO/ DEPENDS. haven’t had anybody brave enough to try yet lol

DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.

- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: more for fun i’d imagine because that’s just giselles own attitude to sex and relationships where she doesnt want anything deep. it might show character development in one way of just showing how she regards others in a romantic sense to be used rather than actually appreciated as their own person and show how selfish she is but yeah, more out of fun

- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?: theres a few kinks and such but i dont think they’d ever really come up. again, just mainly no r*pe/dubcon.

ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?: YES / NO lets hope this doesn’t make me sound like an asshole, but its more like a fun little side thing than anything important to giselle’s actual development and characterisation.

WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. again, hardly anyone is brave enough to try to romance this evil cannibal.

DO YOU USE READ MORE?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.

ARE YOU: MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.

- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: more how giselle likes to give over her power or dominate in different circumstances depending on who she’s with and what’s being done. BUT AGAIN, not a whole lot to explore yet.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - i mean im down for p much anything if it vibes w giselle.

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: if you want an evil woman to taunt and mock and hurt your muse, she’s your gal. you want her to zombify and ruin your muse, shes also your gal. you want her to insult and maim and injure, she’s also YOUR GAL. basically, if you want to do anything fucked up or sad or scary, she can help with that.

- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?: uh muses who get really angry quickly or don’t rise or respond to her jabs and are just kinda like a flatline. theres only so much pestering and annoying she can do until realises its not working and just wanders off

- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?: to find a goal worth living for.

- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?: appearance she always takes an interest in girls almost right away. age as well because she judges old people.

- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?: a good set of guts to ruin and strong muscles.

- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?: women, gore, murder, herself, music, stupid memes, gossip.

- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?: politics, history, quincy ideology, soul reaper ideology, hollow physiology.

- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?: her family tried to force the burden of upholding the quincy lineage onto her shoulders, she was thrown into the wrong prison and held in isolation, then pressured to become an undying monster in service of a god and then was nearly killed by that same man and left wandering without guidance or purpose. so, yeah?

- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?: transphobia. even a whiff of it in her direction and she’ll gut you like a fish.

- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?: the twink soul reaper who outted her.

IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?: if you’re smart, you’ll bring a big bone for her to chew on and distract her while you ask whatever you want.

SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i love my evil queen!

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by: @bazzardburner cheers chicken boy !!

Tagging: @hyouketsu @blooming5th @viciousvizard @glacies-tempestatem and whoever else wishes to do this!!

#dash games #// this took ages....

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chilligyu · 5 years

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info: wen junhui/reader, teen, high school f2l au genre: fluff | word ct: 3k warnings: none summary: for as long as she could remember, junhui was her best friend. that’s what he told her, at least. but as they grew older, as his popularity increased and hers did not, things started to change. what they were could no longer be what it was, and neither of them knew what they could be.

Being friends with a celebrity was never easy. When that celebrity was Wen Junhui it wasn’t going to be any easier. Not that he actually did anything warranting his stardom beyond being extremely attractive and insanely smart. That didn’t stop the swarm of girls that followed him around from class to class, squealing his name and stroking his already overinflated ego. He would strut across campus, shirt untucked and hair tossed by the wind, casting a smug smirk at anyone who even dared to look at him. High school was his kingdom, and he loved being the king.

How she remained his best friend through all of that was completely beyond her.

“Wen Junhui is so gorgeous…”

“Wen Junhui is top of the class again!”

“Wen Junhui could kick me in the teeth and I’d say thank you.”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes whenever she heard someone fawning over her best friend. The whole thing didn’t make any sense to her. His popularity was unprecedented, he became the “idol” of the school in a matter of days. When they both entered high school she didn’t understand what the big deal was. Junhui wasn’t even that popular in junior high but suddenly he was beating off girls with a stick. She really didn’t get it. She didn’t want to either.

“Hey stupid.” Junhui teased, sitting on the table she was working at. “You busy?”

Leering up at him, she pointedly turned a page. “Yes, unlike you. Now scram, I have a big test to study for.”

“We have a test?” He asked honestly. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” She sighed. “It’s been on the board for the past week. Don’t you ever pay attention in class?”

He shook his head. “Not really. I had no idea.”

“Because you don’t need to bother studying.” She muttered bitterly. “You’re going to get the highest grade in the class no matter what.”

He leaned back on his hands and smirked knowingly. “For once you’re not wrong.”

“Bite me Wen Junhui.” She spat as she stuck out her tongue. “If you knew what was good for you you’d probably treat me a bit better.”

“Oh yeah?” He challenged with a coy smirk. “What could you possibly do?”

“I don’t know, perhaps expose some of your deepest darkest secrets.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Maybe I should go around to everyone in the grade and tell them about your huge crush on Ms Park back in grade school? How your ears would turn red whenever she called you her little JunJun.”

Junhui’s eyes widened in fright. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh I would.” She threatened easily. “So stop being a pain in my ass if you know what’s good for you.”

Pouting, Junhui crossed his arms in a huff. “Here I was trying to have a pleasant conversation with my best friend. But, as always, you’re so mean.”

“Who starts a pleasant conversation with hey stupid?” She asked. “If you think that I’m the mean one in this friendship then you’re the devil.”

“That wouldn’t be the first time someone called me that.” He winked playfully.

She had to force her lunch back down. “Please don’t make me sick. Your face is enough to make my stomach turn on its own without your personality making it worse.”

“Nice try.” He scoffed. “But you’re not fooling anyone.”

Rolling her eyes, she stuffed her books into her bag and stood abruptly. “I don’t need to fool anyone into believing the truth because you’ve got all your lackeys eating up the lie. Now do me a favor and stay put so I can go study in peace.”

“Wait,” He started, hopping down from the table. “I actually—”

“Nuh uh!” She interrupted him with a wag of her finger. “You stay!”

“But—”

“I said stay!” She persisted. “Stay!”

Shaking his head with a sigh, he waved her off. “Alright fine, have it your way. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Probably.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “You always find your way back to me sooner or later.”

He offered her an affectionate smile. “Yeah. I always do.”

“See ya later Jun.”

The Wen Junhui that everyone at school thought they knew wasn’t the one she met back in grade school. When she met him he was this awkward little kid from China, barely spoke her language, barely left his house, he was even kind of cute. She actually used to have a bit of a crush on him until they entered high school and he turned into the egocentric jerk everyone knew and loved. Not that she’d ever admit that to anyone now.

Junhui used to be shy, considerate, courtesy and kind. How he managed to turn into a skirt chaser that only cared about sports and his hair was a complete mystery to her. Everyday he would have a new piece of arm candy, someone who basically worshipped the ground he walked on and looked good beside him. He barely associated with her during school anymore. The only times she would get to see him was if he was bored or if no one else was around. She hated feeling like she was only his friend out of convenience and nothing more.

“Whatcha doing?” He prompted one day, sitting beside her underneath a tree in the courtyard. “Are you skipping class like me?”

“As if. I have a free period.” She explained curtly. “A period free from you.”

Chuckling, Junhui leaned back on his elbows. “You’ll never be free from me.”

“I’m starting to realize this.” She muttered underneath her breath. “Don’t you have someone else you can bother? What about that girl from Class D? Haven’t you been hanging out with her?”

Junhui groaned dramatically. “She wants me to meet her parents. Can you believe that? Why do these girls always think that we’re dating?”

“Maybe because you send them flowers and tell them how beautiful they are.” She offered without looking up from her book. “Something in there might give them the wrong impression.”

“It’s all just a bit of fun.” He sighed. “Fun that they always seem to ruin. Looks like I’m going to have to text her and call it off.”

“I think you should start drafting up contracts with these girls.” She returned sarcastically. “With I will never meet a girl’s parents in big bold letters at the top so they won’t get the wrong idea.”

Pouting, Junhui sat up and nudged her with his elbow. “That’s not entirely true, I’ve met your parents.”

“I’m basically your sister.” She scoffed. “That doesn’t count and you know it.”

“Ugh, all this talk is giving me a headache.” He deflected, scooting slightly and lying his head down in her lap.

When she didn’t respond or acknowledge his actions, he started to squirm. A minute passed, two, and she still didn’t say anything. Her lips twitched slightly in amusement at Junhui’s evident displeasure. He never liked it when he was ignored, he was just like a little kid in that sense. It was the one thing that she was able to hold over him. She never felt the need to indulge him like everyone else.

“C’mooon…” He whined. “Pay attention to me!”

She shook her head. “I’m busy.”

“But I’m bored!” He continued. “At least read to me or something.”

“If I read to you will you shut up?” She sighed, deciding to at least meet him halfway. “Because if you’re going to keep bothering me—”

“You know listening to someone drone on and on always puts me to sleep.” He stated, shifting slightly in her lap. “I’ll be out before you know it.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Thanks for calling me boring.”

He smirked triumphantly. “Anytime.”

“Whatever.” She grumbled. “You better keep your promise.”

As she read Anne of Green Gables to him, she could feel him drifting off. Subconsciously she started running her fingers through his hair, something she used to do when they were young and honest. Moments like these truly made her miss the old Junhui, made her wish that he would act more like this around all of his other “friends”. She always regretted these moments because she would get too attached to them. Even if she knew that she could only get a few minutes like this with him a day she foolishly yearned for more.

Sometimes she wondered why she was so different. Why he didn’t treat her like all the other girls. Perhaps it was insecurity, but she always knew it was because he never saw her as a woman. She was just the childhood friend, the crutch, the person he leaned on yet never wanted to be with. It didn’t bother her, not really. Her romantic feelings for him died off long ago. The Junhui she loved was gone.

In the following months she did her best to distance herself from him. She was finally fed up with being Junhui’s obligatory best friend. Their friendship had always felt one sided, he only ever came to her when he was bored or running away from his latest fling. So avoiding him wasn’t even that difficult. All she had to do was hang out with her friends and he wouldn’t even bother with her. He didn’t want to be seen by her side.

“Why do I feel like you’re ignoring me?” He asked towards the end of their junior year. “Like—more than usual.”

Taking a sip of water, she didn’t even bother to look at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“There it is!” He exclaimed. “Right there! You’re mad at me!”

“Why would I be mad at you?” She sighed laboriously. “Do you ever think before you speak?”

“I’m very good at knowing when a woman is mad at me.” He returned, his chest puffing with pride. “I’ve practically made pissing off others an art form.”

She flipped through her flashcards. “If you think you know me at all then you’re more delusional than you let on.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked, almost offended. “We’ve known each other since we were kids! I know you better than anyone else!”

“Then why don’t you tell me why I’m mad at you.” She challenged in a dry tone. “If you even want to call it that.”

Pursing his lips, Junhui, for once in his life, was at a loss for words. “I—I don’t—I don’t know…”

“Looks like I’ve made my point.” She clipped. “Get lost Junhui. I’m busy.”

“Don’t be like this.” He tried to persuade her. “Seeing you upset like this always makes me sad.”

She wasn’t swayed. “Why don’t you go find someone who will fawn over you. That always makes you happy.”

“Is that was this is about?” Junhui asked in disbelief. “You’re pissed at me because I’m popular?”

If she rolled her eyes any harder they would’ve rolled right out of her head. “You’re an idiot.”

Junhui leaned back and crossed his arms in exasperation. “I’m an idiot because I can’t read your mind?”

“You’re an idiot because you honestly think that there can’t be a plausible explanation why I’d ever be pissed at you.” She informed him with a glare. “Unless you actually think your popularity has anything to do with this. And if that is the case then idiot is far too kind of a word for you.”

“I don’t believe this right now.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “I thought we were friends and yet you won’t even talk to me—”

“In what world are we friends?” She interjected angrily. “Name one time in the past two years we’ve hung out outside of school. When’s the last time you came over to study or play video games? Have I ever met your other friends? Have you met mine? What’s my favorite band right now? What did I get on my last English test? Answer any one of these questions and I’ll consider calling you my friend.”

Watching Junhui’s mouth flutter open and shut was enough of an answer for her.

“That’s what I thought.” She sighed, packing up her things and swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Look at it this way, you won’t have to pretend not to be my friend anymore during school. Won’t that make your life so much easier? Isn’t that what I’ve always been good for?”

They didn’t speak after that. She barely even looked his way. Life continued on, nothing really changed for either of them. Girls still chased after him, she still studied diligently, it was like their friendship had almost zero influence over either of their lives. It was a sad thought, one she tried not to dwell on, because even if she was thankful to be rid of him she couldn’t deny that she missed him.

She missed spending time with him, missed laughing over stupid jokes and going out for ramen because one of them had a craving. She missed the Junhui that belonged to her, as selfish as that sounded. Not that he was hers and hers alone, but she didn’t want anything to do with the Junhui that seemed to belong to everyone else. Maybe that was best for both of them.

All throughout senior year he tried to reach out to her. Some days her locker would be stuffed with letters and notes, each were thrown directly into the garbage without a second thought. It was—kind. She really should’ve given him a chance. Of course at that point she knew she was mostly being stubborn, that she was the problem not him, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to confront him. Her own pride prevented them from fixing a problem that could’ve been solved long ago.

“Hey.” He said to her during graduation after cornering her on the roof. “Sorry for tricking you.”

She shook her head with a laugh. “I figured it wasn’t Jisoo, his Chinese isn’t that good.”

“I’m shocked you can even still read Chinese.” Junhui chuckled. “You were always so adamant against learning it.”

“Sometimes I like to surprise you.” She smirked. “What’d you want to talk about anyway?”

“Well—” He started hesitantly. “I really didn’t want to leave today without clearing the air between us. No matter how much you protested the matter.”

Blushing slightly, she ran an anxious hand through her hair. “Sorry about that. I’ve—I’ve sort of been an ass about the whole thing.”

“You’re telling me!” Junhui agreed with a smile. “I’ve been chasing you around for the past year!”

“Hey, I’m sorry.” She apologized once more. “But I appreciate the persistence, I wasn’t sure you even cared.”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “There was no way I was going to let you end our friendship without first knowing the truth. After the shock wore off that day I was running around the school looking for your but you were gone.”

“O-oh?” She stammered. “Really?”

He offered her a shy grin. “Yeah. I hadn’t realized until that moment how I was treating you could’ve easily been confused for shame. I’ve never been ashamed of being your friend, I hope you know that.”

Unsure of how to feel, she nibbled on her lower lip. “I guess—I guess I didn’t know that.”

“And that’s totally on me.” He admitted honestly. “What you mistook for a “hidden friendship” was actually—you’re my only friend. And I literally mean that, everyone else gets on my nerves. I wasn’t avoiding you during school, I was always trying to get away from my swarming fans to find you. Hanging out with you between classes was—it was the one thing I looked forward to during my day. I hate how everyone fawns over me.”

Her jaw dropped in shock. “Wait—what? Now I know you’re lying. You’ve been totally eating up all of this attention since freshman year!”

“About that…” He pressed his lips together. “The only reason why I pretended to like it was because—because I thought that if all the other girls liked the cool, calm, and collected Junhui that maybe—maybe you would—”

Oh no.

Junhui swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Confession time. I’ve sort of been in love with you since we were kids. I’ve always loved how confident you are, how you don’t take shit from anyone, how unapologetic you are, but I never had the courage to tell you how I felt. After we entered high school and everyone just assumed that I was this hotshot cool kid that was enough to make me start believing that I could tell you. And when you didn’t treat me any differently, when I was still the same Junhui to you, I actually fell more in love.

“It was weird. No matter what everyone else thought of me, no matter how much it was rubbed in your face, you never treated me differently. You’ve known the truth all along and you liked me for me, not some image everyone painted me as. I planned on confessing to you eventually, but you always brushed me off. Every time I found you you were already running for the hills.”

When he paused to gauge her reaction, to hear some sort of response, she realized that she was frozen in place. She didn’t want to believe him, or at least a huge part of her didn’t, but she knew that he wasn’t lying. He would never lie to her about something so important. She just had no idea what to say or what to think, his confession had sent her mind reeling.

“You don’t have to like me back.” He added suddenly. “I never thought that you would, you’ve always seemed so annoyed with me. You’ve always compared us to siblings and I can be a real dickish little brother. And—and after what I put you through, even if it wasn’t intentional, I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted nothing to do with me.”

She had to tuck her head to her chin to hide the blush creeping up her neck. “Why are you always so dramatic?”

Blinking in disbelief, Junhui burst out laughing. “That’s what you finally say after I confess to you? You had my stomach in knots for that?”

“Well what am I supposed to say!” She exclaimed, slightly frustrated. “How was I supposed to know you had any sort of feelings for me whatsoever! I haven’t prepared for this!”

Sighing, he took a couple of steps towards her. “This isn’t a test. You could’ve prepared for weeks and you wouldn’t have been ready.”

“Some mental preparation would’ve been nice at least!” She continued to protest. “You can’t just spring this on me like—that’s not fair!”

“Why are you the one freaking out?” He asked, clearly amused. “I’m the one who confessed! If you’re going to drag out this rejection I swear to God—”

“Who said I was going to reject you!” She halfway shouted without realizing what she said. “I mean—y-you shouldn’t put words in a girls mouth like that! I—I have my own opinions and you shouldn’t speak for me!”

A dangerous look sparked in Junhui’s eyes as he closed the remaining distance between them. “So why don’t you tell me what you want to say then? You can’t keep me waiting all day, we have to graduate in a couple of hours.”

“N-no one’s making you stay up here…” She mumbled nervously. “You’re free to go…”

“No way in hell I’m leaving this rooftop without an answer.” He stated plainly, crossing his arms. “I’m not letting you leave either.”

Her eyes widened in shock, her blush deepened even further. “Th-that’s not fair! Wen Junhui, if you don’t leave right now I’m—I’m going to—”

“You’re going to—what?” He challenged confidently. “Call me names? Expose an embarrassing fact of my childhood to our classmates? I hate to burst your bubble but there isn’t anything you can do that’ll sway me from—”

She interrupted him by grabbing at his lapel and pulling him down for a chaste kiss. It was quick, sudden, it sent a shiver down her spine. She hadn’t kissed a lot of boys in her life, but that was definitely the best. The brash action was enough to stun Junhui to a point where he couldn’t move, giving her the perfect chance to escape. Willing the nervous tension from her joints, she quickly bolted towards the door just as he came to his senses.

“See you at graduation!” She teased. “My little JunJun.”

“You’re the worst girlfriend ever!” He shouted after her. “I hope you know that!”

“And you’re the worst boyfriend ever!” She returned, sticking her tongue out at him. “So we’re even!”

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Chapter: 13/18 Word count: 2424 Summary: When Tobirama is exiled from the Senju clan without warning, without even the chance to plead his case, it feels like his life is over. What does he have to live for now without his older brother to believe in him? Captured by the Uchiha in his moment of weakness, Tobirama slowly learns to live again with the last people on earth he would have ever expected to care for - or to fall in love with.

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Chapter 13

Negotiating the terms of an alliance and designing the blueprints for a brand new village probably would have gone a lot faster if Tobirama had been willing to go to the gatherings himself. The famous trio of intertwined clans, the Nara, Yamanaka, and Akimichi, had all agreed to throw their lots in with this venture even before the first roads were paved. Being able to say that the meetings were crowded enough already with so many people there to protect their own interests was quite a convenient excuse for Tobirama to avoid them.

Madara refrained from calling him out on the lie, though it was clear he had spotted it. It was Izuna that ribbed him about his choice to stay behind – very gently, though, so he knew it was only a way to help the situation feel normal. Tobirama appreciated both of their efforts and he showed his gratitude by pouring over every scrap of cramped notes they brought home to him, writing out suggestions for changes or additions and pointing out the occasional flaw in someone’s logic. The shadows had always been his favorite place to work from anyway. Credit was nice but in situations like this it was more important that things be done right than for everyone to know who came up with what idea.

Whether or not anyone from the Senju clan recognized his influence was unknown but Madara and Izuna both mentioned that his name had not come up more than once, not after one of the Akimichi got halfway through his name only to be cut off by a wild look from Hashirama, dangerous eyes and a lips pressed so tightly together they turned white. Even Madara admitted he had no idea how to interpret that look and no one had dared to mention him again after that. Tobirama tucked that information away, unsure of what it meant but certain that it was important.

Then finally, after almost five long months of arguing, compromising, and general idiocy, construction of the village began. With Madara and Izuna – and nearly half of the clan, actually – away at the construction site, Tobirama and Hikaku were left behind to defend the compound on the off chance someone was stupid enough to think of this as an opportunity. Hikaku stood in as de facto clan head while Madara was absent since he was the one who wore the crest and bore their name but it was Tobirama to whom the people came when they had a problem. Luckily Hikaku didn’t seem to mind, joking that it was less work for him.

Most of the ones who had gone to help with the construction came home a couple days a week, rotating on a schedule so there were never too many absent from the worksite at a time. Quite often when it was Madara and Izuna’s turn to come home they fell asleep the moment their bottoms hit some sort of comfortable surface and their bodies finally accepted that they were allowed to rest. For the rest of the time, however, Tobirama spent most of his days alone in the house they had all shared until recent events separated them.

And he was lonely. It was ridiculous to consider how close they had grown in just the one year they had been together and yet he couldn’t help himself, meeting them at the gate each time they returned and reveling in the affection when one or both of them fell asleep on top of him. It was a treat to run his fingers through their hair and whisper all the little things they had been missing while they were away. He said absolutely nothing when Madara followed him groggily to bed once or twice, only smiled to himself when the man curled up on top of his chest.

Despite now having the opportunity to spend copious amounts of time with the person he had once called his best friend Madara hadn’t changed the way he treated Tobirama in the slightest. Things between them were just as they had always been, they greeted each other after each separation with the same warmth, and Tobirama didn’t even notice until the tension unraveled that he had been silently holding his breath to be set aside in favor of the original duo. Keeping the place he had earned in Madara’s heart was more of a relief than he could say. Whether Madara and Hashirama struck up their friendship again was honestly not important to him but to be pushed away to make room for another would have been devastating.

When everything was prepared and at last it came time for each of the clans to officially move in to the compounds built specifically for them, Tobirama found himself hesitating finally, all packed up but not ready to go. Izuna found him sitting on the empty frame of his bed, sheets and mattress both sealed away for easy transport. The second their eyes met his friend flopped down beside him and fell over sideways across his lap like a massive rag doll.

“I hear cuddling a stuffed animal is good for when you’re having a pout,” he said. “But all my stuffed animals are packed away so I suppose you’ll have to live with just me.”

“You don’t have any stuffed animals.” Tobirama looked away and tried to look offended.

“Well that just means you’re extra stuck with me then, doesn’t it?”

“Ridiculous.” A light shove didn’t shift the man and Tobirama wasn’t much inclined to try any harder at the moment. Instead he crossed his arms and leaned his weight on them, balanced over Izuna’s hip.

He could have just admitted to what was wrong, that he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk even the slightest chance of being seen by Hashirama quite yet, but it wasn’t in his nature to share unless prodded to. Playing along with the teasing was more bearable than opening up his own vulnerabilities even if he had done so for his two closest people several times before. It still never got any easier.

Which was stupid. They had already seen him at his very lowest. What could possibly be more embarrassing than knowing they had watched him literally giving up on life?

It was still easier to return Izuna’s teasing – and more fun, of course, so Tobirama did just that. After living together for so long he knew exactly what to say to press the other man’s buttons in all the best and most terrible ways.

“So what you’re saying is that you want to cuddle on the couch as soon as we get there? We could do that. I’m sure all the ladies would just be falling over themselves to get a piece of you if they see how much of a cuddle-bear you are.” Pressing down, he deliberately put more of his weight on Izuna’s hip. “Especially if they see you aren’t afraid to cuddle with another man. No wrong impressions to be gained from that, surely.”

“Alright! Alright! Get off!” Tobirama let him wriggle helplessly for a minute before letting him go. When he was back on his own feet Izuna made a show of straightening his clothes until he was entirely presentable. “I just thought you would like to know that Madara promised to try and lure the Senju clan head away while the rest of us are moving in so you can slip by without drawing attention. If you want.” Because of course he would. Of course Madara would understand without Tobirama having to shame himself by spilling his guts. Izuna winked conspiratorially and Tobirama paused before answering, an old idea reoccurring to him when he least expected it. When it would be most useful.

“I may have a better idea,” he said. “You already know which house we will be living in, correct?”

“Yeah, I helped build it. Why?”

“Can you bring something in there for me?”

Izuna gave him a strange look but Tobirama only grinned. He’d almost forgotten about this; felt a little guilty thinking about it now, actually. That jutsu had first been conceived as a way to fight the man standing in front of him, had been intended as his ultimate end, and Tobirama could hardly believe how grateful he was that such a thing had never come to pass. It was incredible to think of all the things he wouldn’t have in his life now if those plans had come to fruition.

Staying behind while the rest of the Uchiha emigrated away from their ancestral lands was hard. He had to force himself not to check the position of the sun every five minutes, distracting himself with a dip in the pond – sans clothing, just because he could. It didn’t negate how utterly alone he was in the large empty compound but it did entertain him while he waited.

As soon as dark fell and he was absolutely certain Izuna would be inside the new house with the special kunai he had agreed to carry, Tobirama was ready with his clothes back on and his hands together in a seal he had only successfully activated once before. It felt like the world collapsing in on him for an infinite second, like his body being torn apart and reassembled all in the same instant. It was, in a word, incredibly uncomfortable. Luckily he was prepared for the sensation and consciously blocked the resulting wave of nausea.

Madara and Izuna gave matching shrieks of surprise when he appeared between them without any sort of warning. He probably could have informed them of what he intended to do, explained how he planned to get in to the village without being noticed by a single member of the Senju clan, but he was glad that he hadn’t. This way was much more amusing and he got the extra treat of seeing the impressed looks they both tried to hide from him.

The first thing he took note of was that he could feel Hashirama’s chakra burning as brightly as ever less than two miles away, sorely missed yet entirely unwelcome. Fragments of him sparkled all throughout the village, remnants of his chakra left behind in all the wood he had grown to help their village spring up from nothing. To distract himself from the conflicting desire to rush out and find the man he asked Madara and Izuna to show him around. It was an opportunity they snapped up eagerly even without knowing about the internal conflict he’d just run in to. Both of them had a hand in designing and building this home and they were both quite proud of it, ready and waiting for the opportunity to finally show it off to him.

His bedroom, he noted, was much bigger than before and set right next to Madara’s while Izuna had made sure his own was all the way at the other end of the house instead. The kitchen was more spacious and there were two bathrooms, thank kami. In the backyard he was not surprised to find where another little pond had been dug out then shored up and lay waiting for him to fill it with water.

What he was more surprised to find was the lab, hidden away in the sizable back shed and presented with a dual flourish and knowing grins. Tobirama stood in the entrance with what was probably a very stupid look on his face as he stared unabashedly around at all the shiny new equipment.

“You built me…a laboratory?”

“Look, we know you said you wanted to fund it yourself. But we thought you deserved to be just as happy here as anyone else and that this might help you settle in or whatever.” Madara gestured vaguely to the contents of the room. “We didn’t say this stuff was for us, just for the clan as a whole. And we didn’t order it all at once. I’m not even sure anyone realized we ordered a whole lab full of glass and tubes and crap – or if they did I’m sure they wouldn’t guess who it was really for. Don’t know if we got everything though. I don’t even know what most of this stuff does.” He scratched awkwardly at one cheek while Tobirama stumbled in to the room with wide eyes, trying to see everything at once.

It was perfect. It was better than the set-up he had built for himself in his first home with more advanced equipment and better quality tools. He could hardly believe anyone had gotten him something this amazing as a gift. Already his mind was racing ahead of him and planning out all the incredible work he could do with this equipment but first he turned back to the ones who made it all possible.

Izuna, he noticed, had slipped away sometime while he was distracted with his shiny new gifts. He was grateful for the privacy as he took double fistfuls of Madara’s robe and for once his heart ran ahead of his brain in an effort to express his gratitude.

They were both equally surprised by the kiss. As soon as Tobirama realized what he was doing he froze and the two of them stood there staring in to each other’s eyes with their lips mashed together uncomfortably. They sprang apart at the same time, clearing their throats and looking absolutely anywhere but at each other. Madara was the first to brave the silence with his voice cracking under the strain.

“You like it. Good to know. I should – right? Yeah. Lots of things to unpack.”

“Right. Yes. I have – mhm. Unpacking is – yes. We all have that.”

Nodding very seriously, they turned and stepped towards the door at the same time, pausing before running each to each other and then spending several minutes in an awkward back-and-forth dance trying to figure out who would leave first. Eventually Madara stomped his foot and bulled forward to storm back to the main house. Tobirama watched him go, resisting the urge to press fingertips to his lips like a deflowered maiden in some terrible romance novel.

All other possible ramifications of the unexpected kiss aside, at least he wasn’t concentrating on any of his other problems anymore. Hashirama’s signature continued to flutter from place to place while Tobirama closed the door of the lab behind himself and slowly followed in Madara’s wake with only one thought on his mind.

Izuna was never going to let him live this down.

#rae writes #madatobi #(finally)#tobirama #izuna #madara #fanfiction

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rycbrar97 · 5 years

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Consequences [part two]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female!OC

Warnings: Minor swearing, mentions of menstruation, brief mentions of sex, sickness, mentions of pregnancy, character feeling anxiety/shock

Word count: 3745

Summary: One too many drinks leads to a night both Tom and Alessia will definitely forget and a morning they will always remember.

A/N: I am so excited to write this series, hopefully I didn’t rush this chapter too much. I was just real eager to get this out there to everyone! Let me know if you enjoy it 😉

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By the time she made it back to her hotel Alessia had already decided that there was no point in telling her sister who she ended up staying the night with and losing her virginity to. She would never believe it. It was hard enough convincing her that she actually had lost her virginity in the first place, nevertheless with Spider-Man himself.

“What?! You? Had sex? As in done the dirty? Miss ‘I can hardly say the word penis without blushing’,” Sophie had let out incredulously, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh my goodness, yes, Soph. Do you have to make it so goddamn embarrassing? Why would I lie to you about this?” Alessia groaned, hands digging into her eyes and legs pacing her back and forth.

“I don’t know! I guess I just didn’t expect my saint of a sister telling me that she lost her virginity on a one night stand whilst completely pissed up the gutter-”

“God, do you have to say it like that?” she interrupted, stopping her pacing mid-stride and staring at her sister dead on, the mortification screaming off her face.

“Hey, that’s what you told me! Just because you don’t want to admit you’re a whore now doesn’t mean that you aren’t one. Somebody has to say it-”

“God, just shut up! Shut up, okay?!” Alessia’s hands shook up and down at each word, her pacing returning with increased intensity.

“Jeez, stop freaking out! This is a normal thing, okay? This is what normal people do. They get drunk, have sex and do the walk of shame the next morning. There’s nothing wrong with that—” Soph explained bluntly, trying to calm her sister back down, despite it having the complete opposite effect. But when a sudden thought crosses her mind, her blabber mouth just couldn’t help but voice it,“—oh my god though, mum is going to freak...”

Alessia’s back snapped rim rod straight and she spun herself right round to her sister, “You will not tell her about this,” she whispered lowly, “don’t you even dare,” her hazel eyes pierced sharply into Soph’s wide round ones, finger pointed menacingly at her face.

The sister put her hands up defensively, “Okay, okay. No need to be so dramatic,” she squeaked, briefly terrified at her older sister’s stone cold gaze.

“Promise me,” she demanded, her eyes struggling to keep out the desperation in them,“ promise me she will never know of this,” she repeated. She knew how her younger sister could be. She couldn’t keep a secret to save her own life. God knows the amount of gossip that girl has revealed to all her friends and family. All the nitty and gritty. She not only loved a bit of drama but she also revelled in it. Alessia just hoped and prayed that she would instil enough fear into the girl to keep this personal info locked away permanently. Most importantly, away from their mother.

“I promise,” she vowed, the sincerest that Alessia had ever seen her be. But yet, she still couldn’t completely trust her.

She just had too big of a mouth.

Two months gone, and so far Sophie had kept to her promise, but Alessia was still hedging her bets. Life returned relatively back to normal; the girls returned home from their Europe trip three days after that fateful morning. And despite feeling like a completely changed woman after her sexual milestone, the world continued to spin around Alessia as it always did. She returned to her comfortable one bedroom flat with the yellow tea stains still imprinted on her carpet, books and coffee cups scattered across the living area from where she first left them because she couldn’t be bothered to tidy them up before her trip. Her bed was made at least, for which she was eternally thankful for as she felt like she needed at least ten years worth of sleep. Jet lag was an absolute bitch she came to saw.

She was back at work two days later, her body clock still out of whack. While it was nice to catch up with all her colleagues and get back into her routine, she found it quite hard to concentrate when she was yawning almost every two seconds. Luckily, her boss was an absolute gem and completely understood how she felt.

“Oo. Jet lag got you good, huh?” Linda inquired sympathetically, her soft wrinkled eyes observing her knowingly.

“Yeah,” Alessia yawned, rubbing briefly at her eyes before returning to snipping the stems of the daffodils laid in front of her, “I was hoping to be adjusted by now, but I guess my body has other ideas.”

Linda nodded understandingly, “I know what that’s like. It took me almost two weeks to start getting back into my normal sleep routine after coming back from Egypt. You just gotta try and push through the urge to fall asleep during the day and wait until night comes. It’s hard, but worth it in the end,” the older lady advised, continuing with her rose arrangements.

“Thanks, I’ll see how I go. Hopefully I’ll stop feeling tired soon. I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve pricked myself today because I couldn’t focus. I almost grabbed one of our cactus succulents by mistake instead of the ferns. Now that would’ve been an interesting endeavour,” she joked, her smile sluggish and eyes dragged down by the dark circles underneath them.

Her boss shook her head at the mention of her clumsiness, “You’re a workers comp nightmare, you are,” she teased lightly, pausing slightly to eye her in concern, “just take it easy today, kiddo. Maybe stay away from all the prickly plants, okay?”

Alessia nodded her head silently, gladly taking on her boss’s advice.

It was a trying few weeks going back to work. Although she had started to get a bit more sleep each night, Alessia just couldn’t seem to shake the lingering fatigue that dragged her down every day. It was like all the energy she should’ve gotten from sleep each night was zapped right out of her as soon as she got up on her two legs in the morning.

“You sleeping alright, kiddo?” Linda had asked on one particular sluggish morning.

“Yeah, actually I’ve been sleeping fine now. But for some reason I’ve still been feeling so exhausted,” she expressed glumly whilst checking over orders.

“Oh no, that’s no good,” the silver haired lady tsked, “I hope you’re not coming down with something.”

Alessia paused thoughtfully at her words, “Maybe I am,” she considered, her head tilting slightly to the side, “I have been feeling a bit nauseous lately...”

“Hmm, might be the flu. Nothing a nip of apple cider vinegar can’t fix.”

She rolled her eyes at the older woman, “You and your apple cider vinegar,” she shook her head, “last time you told me it would cure my acne if I rubbed it on my face,” she remarked drily.

“You never know if you don’t try,” Linda sung as she finished tying a bow around a box of natives.

“I think I’ll just check in with my doctor first if it persists. Leave the vinegar as the last resort.”

Her boss clicked her tongue at her, shaking her head disapprovingly, “Stubborn one you are, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of home remedy from time to time,” she defended in a light tone.

“Yeah, well, I might not even need it anyway. This could just blow over any day now,” she pointed out, crossing her fingers in hope.

Unfortunately for Alessia, the nausea and fatigue did not ease up anytime soon. If anything, she felt like she was getting worse. The vomiting started about a week after her chat with Linda, prompting her to take time some time off work, much to the concern of her boss.

“Make sure to take some apple cider vinegar. It’ll help. Trust me.”

Alessia rolled eyes while on the phone with her. She sure was one persistent lady.

She lounged at home for the week, feeling absolutely miserable for herself. The urge to throw up always came at the most inconvenient times, whether it was three in the morning or one in the afternoon after just finishing her lunch. She always ended up right at the toilet bowl dispelling what was left in her stomach. It almost reminded her of that morning in London and she would relive the embarrassment moment all over again puking in Tom Holland’s toilet. She groaned as she rested her head on the porcelain seat. She did not need those memories to come back to her right now; being sick was enough torture.

For a couple days she finally felt like she was on the mend. She hadn’t had a spell of nausea for thirty-six hours. Her appetite returned full throttle with the craving of raspberry jam crumpets, for which she devoured a total of four in one sitting. She couldn’t be more relieved and satisfied that the worse was finally over and she called up work saying she would be back the next day. Her fatigue still hadn’t let up and she would get a few dizzy spells every now and then, but for the most part, Alessia felt fine enough to go back to her to work routine. She missed the flower shop too much; the colourful, cheerful atmosphere never failed to bring joy to her and the wonderful smell of lavender and roses would always lift her spirits. It was like a second home to her.

A couple weeks passed and aside from a few bouts of queasiness and persisting lethargy, Alessia was back in action and arranging bouquets like no other. She was considering going to her doctor to try and tackle this fatigue that never seemed to let up, but hadn’t found the time yet to arrange an appointment. She was keeping herself too busy. Well at least, that’s what her mother said.

“I worry about you, Lessie. You look tired. You never give enough time for yourself,” she remarked out of blue on their monthly lunch date, her eyebrows frowning down at her in concern.

Alessia sighed warily, not wanting to deal with her mother’s fussiness right now.

“I’m fine, Mum. I just think the combination of jet lag and getting sick must’ve overwhelmed my body for a bit,” she reassured as she bit into her chicken salad, “I’m fine,” she repeated. She hoped it would be enough to appease her. It was not.

Her mum observed her for moment, eyes running all over her face then coming back to peer into her soul. They squinted at her sceptically.

“I think you should see a doctor,” she said finally, prompting Alessia’s fork to clank down on her plate.

“Mum,” she whined, picking her fork back up and placing her other hand on her forehead to rub away the headache that was beginning to form.

“What? Don’t ‘Mum’ me. It’s been two months since you’ve come back from Europe, three weeks since you were sick with that bug, and you still aren’t well. That’s not normal, honey.”

“Fine. If it’ll make you happy, I’ll book an appointment with Doctor Cox,” Alessia grumbled petulantly, stabbing at her salad mindlessly. She was already planning on going to the doctors anyway, but for whatever reason, her mum bringing it up just suddenly made her not want to go now. It was that old ingrained trait of hers in always wanting to disobey everything her mother said. Alessia knew more than anyone that it was hard to shake that annoyance of being told what to do, even when reaching adulthood.

“You’ll book it for tomorrow,” her mother ordered with no room for question. Alessia groaned in frustration, flinging her hands up in the air at her bossiness.

“But I’ve got to clean my bathroom and kitchen tomorrow. Plus I was hoping to find some time to focus on my music, I haven’t played my keyboard since I got back from Europe and I finally have some inspiration to write something. Do you know how hard it is to get motivated to write?” she rambled on, trying to make up as many excuses as she could.

“Alessia,” her mum called out warningly, not taking any of her daughter’s bullshit. Her gaze was strong and deadly, and Alessia shivered knowing the potential wrath behind those eyes.

“Okay, I’ll make the appointment,” the daughter relented, shoulders slumping heavily and eyes closing as she let out a long drawn breath. Man, her mother could be trying at times.

She scheduled the appointment for the next morning, feeling oddly nervous for no apparent reason whilst driving to the clinic. Doctor Cox was a lovely dark woman in her mid forties, quick as a whip and as kind as the sun’s warmth on a spring morning. If anyone knew what was wrong her, it’d be Doctor Cox. As always, her raven hair was woven into a beautifully made braid and her eyes sported a pair of smart spectacles. She greeted Alessia with a warm smile, directing her patient to sit in the chair facing her desk.

“What can I do to help you today, Alessia?”

The girl in question scooted back into her chair, hands folded into each other, thumbs fiddling in her lap.

“Um, I’ve been feeling a bit tired lately, more so than usual. You see, I just came back from a trip in Europe a couple of months ago and had to adjust to the jet lag. So I thought the fatigue was just due to that...but the thing is, I’ve been getting plenty of sleep at night now, at least eight to nine hours worth, and I still I feel sluggish every single day,” she confessed. The doctor hummed thoughtfully, typing out notes on her computer, giving no indication of her thoughts.

“Are there any other symptoms present?”

“Uh, I did get sick about three weeks ago with a vomiting bug, and still get the occasional bouts of nausea and dizziness.”

The doctor nodded, her face still as blank as a canvas. Alessia could get no read on her whatsoever.

“How long did the vomiting occur?” she questioned whilst tapping the buttons on her keyboard like a speedster.

Alessia paused thoughtfully, trying to recall that horrid week,“About five to six days give or take, it was kinda off and on.”

The typing stopped suddenly.

“Off and on how so?” Doctor Cox clarified curiously, an eyebrow raised.

“Well one day I would be good, completely normal, and then the next morning I’d be puking my guts out. The vomiting kept on coming and going.”

“Uh huh,” she nodded, returning back to the computer to type some more, “and you said you were getting dizzy as well?”

Alessia nodded her head in confirmation, her right hand pinching her middle finger. She forgot how much she hated all the questions being thrown at her when being examined by a doctor. They just seemed to throw them nonstop.

“How often does the dizziness occur?”

“Um every now and then. Sometimes daily.”

“Have you ever fainted, or felt close to fainting?”

“I have felt faint yes, but haven’t actually blacked out.”

“Are you a vegetarian or vegan?”

“No, neither. I love meat too much. What would life be without bacon?”

“Yes what would life be,” she chuckled, “do you usually have a heavy blood flow when menstruating?”

She paused awkwardly at that one, squirming in her seat,“Um, yes. Usually for the first two or three days.”

“Hmm, okay...” she finished typing on her computer, “and are you sexually active?”

That nearly made Alessia fall out of her goddamn chair.

“Uh...come again?” she squeaked, her eyes wide and hand gripping tightly to the armrest beside her. Memories of London flashed by quickly in her mind; hungover, naked, lying next to a movie star.

“Have you been sexually active, as in recently had sexual intercourse?” the woman repeated calmly.

“Um...” her face flushed in embarrassment, her heart racing in panic, “I- I-” why did she have to ask that? How could that question possibly connect to her being sic- oh god. Oh fricken god. How could she be so stupid? Two months. It had been two fricken months.

“It’s okay, take your time. This is a private place, nothing gets outside of these walls, I promise,” the doctor reached over and placed a hand on her knee comfortingly, waiting patiently for her reply.

“I...” she gulped, her chest heaving as all the pieces started coming together. The tiredness, the nausea, the constant craving of crumpets, “I...um...I...” she was peeing more frequently. She had thought that it was just all the water she’d been drinking lately but...and her breasts! God her breasts had started to ache. She just figured it was a hormonal thing and that she was finally getting her period- god it couldn’t be- she couldn’t be-“...I lost my virginity recently,” she breathed.

Doctor Cox blinked in brief surprise and then adjusted glasses, her calm facade returning back promptly

“Oh. How recently exactly?” she asked cautiously.

Alessia breathed in deeply, closing her eyes, “Two months ago,” she murmured, her entire body slumping as she rubbed away the tension in between her eyes. She could already feel the tears burning beneath her eyelids.

“I see. And when did your last menstruating cycle end?”

“A bit over two months,” she mumbled into her hands, her fingers dragging down her face whilst wiping away her sniffles. Her eyes became red with tears and chest heaved up and down, desperate for air, “am I...?” she croaked miserably, looking at her doctor for any answer that wasn’t what she was thinking.

“There’s no point in jumping to any conclusions just yet,” Doctor Cox interrupted, “I’d like to run some tests before we determine anything. There could be multiple diagnoses for the symptoms you possess and I don’t want to rush into things and make you panic about something that might not even be applicable to you in the first place,” she explained logically, spinning back to her computer, clicking on her mouse and typing a few keys, “I’m gonna write you up for a full blood count, a glucose level check and a hCG test. Basically these tests will tell us if there is any sign of a virus in your system, check how blood sugar level is going and test how high your hCG level is. Your iron count will also be measured which is what I’m most concerned about. A lot of woman, especially at your age, suffer from iron deficiency and your symptoms hint heavily at this diagnosis. However, with the information of your sexual activity and your last menstruation it does lead to the possible conclusion that you are...” the printer screeched back and forth, signalling the deliverance of the test referral, “...pregnant, Miss Carter,” the doctor sighed sympathetically, handing her over the form.

Alessia stared at it with watery eyes, her body unmoving as her doctor voiced the conclusion she had already come to in her own mind. It was finally out there. Pregnant. She could be pregnant. The girl now understood why she was so nervous about coming in today. It’s like subconsciously she already knew what would happen.

“Of course, we won’t know for sure until the test results come back. It should only take a couple days at the most. I’ll let you know as soon as they come in and we can arrange an appointment to discuss the results. All you have to do now is head down to pathology and they’ll run all the tests for you.”

She made no move to get out of her seat, still frozen on the chair and staring at the referral form in her hand. She stared at it but wasn’t actually seeing it, the words and boxes a complete blur to her. How did it get to this? How did she even let herself get into this situation? What the hell will she do? Pregnant. Pregnant. She was-

“As I said, Miss Carter, there’s no need to panic about something that isn’t confirmed yet. My best advice for you is get some rest, clear your mind and focus on the now’s, not the what if’s,” she spoke softly, standing up and placing her hand on her shoulder, “and if it’s any consolation, if the pregnancy test turns out to be positive, just know I’ll be there to help you every step of the way. I’ll answer any questions you have and help you arrange any appointments that you’ll need if it comes to the situation. You won’t be alone,” she reassured firmly, squeezing her shoulder.

Alessia nodded shakily, thankful for the doctor’s kind words and for helping her snap her out of her daze.

“Thank you,” she whispered, slowly standing up and making her way out of the room.

“I’ll speak to you soon,” Doctor Cox farewelled, her warm honey eyes conveying total calm.

Alessia nodded and waved at her awkwardly before making her way quickly out of the office and downstairs to pathology. The tests went by in a distorted haze. Normally she was absolutely terrified of needles, but today Alessia could barely feel the prick going into the crook of her elbow. She couldn’t even hear the voice of the chatty redheaded nurse taking her blood. Everything was submerged underwater. Cold. Quiet. Unnerving.

The drive home was a quick and direct route though she barely made it out alive, having several close calls with multiple cars and unexpected trees that she swear on her life came out of nowhere. Her keys rattled and clanked as she frantically searched for the right one to open her apartment. It took multiple attempts to finally get into the lock but eventually she got there and accidentally slammed the door a bit hard behind her. She couldn’t find it within herself to care in that moment.

She flopped immediately down on her couch, feet resting on one of the armrests and head tilted up towards the white ceiling. Snippets of waking up to a similar ceiling fluttered into her mind, all dazed and disoriented, the memories of the night before nonexistent, blacked out, erased. Her body aching and the warmth of an arm wrapped around her stomach...

That was where it all began.

And now she was left in an agonising state of reliving that memory over and over again, nervously awaiting its consequences.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x female!OC #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland love #peter parker fanfiction #pregnancy fic #unexpected pregnancy #tom holland fandom #tom x reader #tom holland fan

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qforqazaq · 6 years

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Black Dial: The Drama

You've probably heard the latest news from the Q-pop world: L and Teddy are no longer in Black Dial.

Hmm, where shall I start?

***Disclaimer: For the convenience of the foreign fans who aren't sure what has actually happened, I tried to recreate the sequence of events to get some exposition first. I've missed some details here and there, because this was already getting too long.***

It all began when the producers of YB Entertainment posted the announcement saying that the official Instagram accounts of L, Teddy, Ray and Black Dial were hacked, so from now on everything that's going to be posted on those pages has nothing to do with YB. "Okay, the pages got hacked, whatever, it happens, no big deal", I thought. BUT! After awhile I've noticed (first ever) IG stories posted on L's and Teddy's accounts with the actual L and Teddy recording each other while giddily saying something like "Did you know that we were hacked?" - "Lol, no, did we?" - "Yeah, they say we were hacked. I am hacked, you are hacked, comeback is hacked too, hahaha".

Obviously, everyone got even more confused, like, why the hell would the producers call the accounts hacked if they were obviously not. I mean those were real L and Teddy, right?

Meanwhile, I started to read some comments about L and Teddy and something about leaving the group, which got me a huge "Wait WHAT. WTF??? Are you bloody kidding me??" moment.

I obviously couldn't believe my eyes, because, what the hell, first Newton, now Black Dial, are you for real?? When I was about to start doubting these rumours while frantically looking for more info, there came interviews from the official press conference by YB Entertainment.

There, Yesbolat Bedelkhan with Bayan and Bota Yerimbet have formally announced that Yeskeldi Quandyq, formerly known as L, and Samat Kazmaganbet, formerly known as Teddy, were no longer the members of Black Dial, that the company had terminated their contracts, the main reason being consistent violation of the contractual terms by the former members. Moreover, according to the producers, the stage names "L" and "Teddy" and all the social media accounts belong to YB Entertainment and they cannot be used by the members should the contract be terminated.

To say I was shocked is to say nothing. Because, apparently, L and Teddy have not just left the group - they were kicked out. Not only that, they basically kicked themselves out by consistently showing insubordination, disobedience, and violation of terms in many occasions. Without feeling much remorse about it too, it seems, as they didn't look very sad on those Instagram stories - that's for sure.

To make the matter worse, they had no rights to use those Instagram accounts anymore, which explained the earlier announcement about "hacking".

Frankly, that was a lot to take in, and while I was desperately trying to make sense out of whatever was happening out there, all hell let loose. Interestingly - on the producers. Because a horde or rather a flock of angry fangirls or "Ravens" started to shout accusations at the producers, blaming them in all deadly sins. According to them, it was all producers' fault, because they intentionally kicked their "biases" out; how did they dare to be so unfairly strict with them; they were shitty producers in the first place; they should have made their comeback sooner instead of postponing it; the whole "hacking" incident was made to sabotage the members' reputations, and their beloved L and Teddy did the right thing leaving this horrible company.

As for me, these accusations sounded too heated and not very convincing especially when I took a step back and started to actually think about it.

Well, let's break it down, shall we?

First of all, the question of fairness seems super childish, because we're talking about actual legal binding contracts, not some sandbox tantrums that can be resolved by shoving lollipops in kids' mouths. If one signed a contract, it is assumed that both of the parties were aware of and agreed to all of the terms in the first place. In other words, if you in a sober mind signed a legal document, complaining about stuff that you can't eventually commit to afterwards won't work. Why the hell one would even sign a contract in the first place then?

Secondly, do you really think the contract was that strict? Okay, stricter than, idk, a contract signed by the guys from 91? I do very much doubt it. I'm more than sure Yerbolat isn't that chill and understanding compared to his younger brother.

Thirdly, Black Dial is the only active project of YB Entertainment (Darrem doesn't really count) aka literally the company's only flagship product that was supposed to get its long-awaited comeback. Think about it: who the hell in their right minds, in such a crucial moment, would kick out members from the only existing group without a legitimate reason? No one. And there was one reason, a few actually, wasn't there? Moreover, according to Yesbolat Bedelkhan, they've tried very hard to keep the group intact, to smooth out those cases of disobedience and insubordination, closing their eyes to most of them. But I guess, the situation got completely out of control, so terminating the contracts was the last resort.

Fourthly, haven't you thought that the comeback was being postponed over the course of, what, 9 months? exactly because of the internal problems and conflicts inside BD and YB? What if the producers weren't sure if they could proceed should have the said members continued to "misbehave". Which they apparently did, so better cut ties earlier than later, with only one MV, and one more released song.

Next, the "hacking" incident. According to Yesbolat Bedelkhan, sometime around February 14, when BD was supposed to record a video to mark the date, L and Teddy have completely disappeared from radar, not answering anyone's calls and/or messages. The producers even tried to reach their parents at some point, to ask if everything was alright with the boys. Strangely, the parents were not reachable as well, because apparently they have changed their contacts too. Later, the producers discovered that they couldn't access official IG accounts of L, Teddy, Ray and Black Dial, because someone changed their passwords. I suppose it was then they guessed it was L and Teddy's doings, which I assume was the final blow.

Finally, Yesbolat believes that someone from outside have persuaded the boys to sabotage their own places at YB Entertainment. A certain someone with a personal grudge against YB producers. I have my guesses and I won't be surprised if this someone will collaborate with those two at some point in the future too.

Show business sucks, doesn't it.

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Don't get me wrong, by making a case for YB Entertainment, I don't want to imply that Yeskeldi and Samat are inherently bad people or anything. Okay, I must admit I had my problems with Teddy and tbh wasn't very sad to know he has left the group (yeah, I'm crude), but I did respect L very much, coming to admire his capacity for songwriting when I took on that challenge at translating their songs (Bul Soni Yemes is a lyrical masterpiece. Period.), regarding him as a very thoughtful young man. Despite personal preferences, I didn't want anyone to leave the group in any circumstances, always hoping and betting on them to settle at least on the second place in Q-pop.

In other words, waking up to a news like this has brought me no pleasure. Further unfolding only left a bitter taste in the mouth and the feeling that you were viciously played.

However, I do still think that it was, pardon my French, totally a dick move to leave everyone and everything just like that, without a decent explanation, a formal apology to the fans at the very least. Leaving by making a public drama out of it, while openly gloating in the social media, abandoning the company, the producers and the other members who counted on them so much.

Was it fair? I think not.

I do wish them luck in whatever they're planning to do though, just to see if it was actually worth the drama, huh.

And I do certainly wish the best of luck to YB Entertainment, to the producers and the remaining vocalists in remedying the whole situation, so to speak.

And what now? Yes, YB is having their casting in search for their new rappers and everything, but what does it tell about the whole "Q-pop movement"?

It's impaled, sick and haven't even grown out legs to stand upright and move properly. People are leaving the groups whenever they want, groups changing the label companies however they want, the entertainment centres are opening and closing at flick of the fingers, and we only have about eh.. 3.5 groups who are actually doing something now? With Black Dial on the resting bed, those would be Ninety One, Mad Men, Moonlight and sort of Newton~. Considering that I'm already very cautious with the latter, skeptical with the second, and Moonlight just doesn't excite me very much, we're coming to the default settings of just clinging to the founders for now while just observing everyone else from the distance.

Nice.

What do you think though? What was the reason for BD having so many problems with its former rappers?

Is Q-pop actually going to crumble to pieces even before it becomes anything substantial?

Feel free to comment and share, and please do leave a like at least. I've been writing this for ages after all.

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shae-c-art · 7 years

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Theory for Bull’s Chargers Backstories: Rocky

I love the Bull's Chargers. I don't think that's a secret to anyone whose talked to me for about five minutes. I love their interactions with each other, I love their relationship with Bull, and I love how they're so much more than just fodder fighters. They feel real, even though they're only given a short time on screen. I think one of the other reasons I love them so much, is that it feels like we're given some clues to piece together about who they were before becoming Chargers, beyond just their few lines. I've talked to @dichotomous-dragon and @scarletfoxtales, ( bless them for letting me ramble) and Dee suggested I write up some of the headcannons we've talked about, and share them here. I thought that'd be fun and it's good for me to have concise write ups for myself as a reference to.

These are just my opinions and headcannons, but I'm trying to use my knowledge of the world, the timeline, and clues I've picked up from them personally to give an understanding of the conclusions I got. I'll do a separate post for each Charger eventually, but these get pretty indepth so it's best to break them.

Dwarves are my favorite to play as, and learn about, so I thought I'd start with Rocky.

Headcannon/theory: Rocky was originally from the Noble Caste before being exiled from Orzammar and likely worked at the Shaperate.

That might sound weird to say at first, because it's Rocky. If you ever had to pick a dwarf least likely to be part of the Noble Caste, he'd really fit the bill. He's comical, he likes explosions, and he got himself kicked out of Orzammar for blowing up part of the Shaperate. But I have genuine reasons to think he's so much more.Theory and evidence under the cut.

First thing is we know he wasn't casteless because he doesn't have a brand. The only people who can put on and take off a brand are surface dwarves when they visit Orzammar. Otherwise those things are tattooed and Casteless dwarves get them soon after they're born. Even the Casteless who are raised up to nobility, like Rica in Origins, don't lose theirs; so Rocky absolutely wouldn't have lost his on the surface. Also if he had been Casteless and blown up part of the Shaperate, he'd have been killed. It's as simple as that. Leske tells us in Brosca's origins, once you wake up in a cell, that a punishment for a Casteless even touching a properly smithed weapon is losing their hand for defiling it. So a Casteless literally blowing up part of where they keep all their history? Dead. No question. I know it's allowed for game mechanics, but generally Casteless are not allowed in the Diamond Quarter where the Shaperate is located either. When a Casteless dwarf steals a tome from there in origins, it's said that's the first time someone's ever dared steal from the Shaperate, and him being Casteless makes it an even bigger deal he was there at all. It is mentioned that possibly Casteless might be allowed inside since all dwarves are supposed to have access, but considering your interactions with the Shaper and others in that area, I'm willing to get it's more likely than not something that isn't really allowed, or at least often.

Rocky isn't dead, and doesn't have a brand. So we can rule out him being Casteless and coming to the surface for a better life like a lot do.

But not being Castless doesn't make someone Noble. There's seven castes in total, not including Casteless or Surface Dwarves. The castes are: Noble Caste, Warrior Caste, Smith Caste, Artisan Caste, Miner Caste, Merchant Caste and Servant Caste.

At first I thought because of his knowledge of explosives, and I'd argue that includes a bit of alchemy, that he could have been part of the Smith Caste like Dagna was. And his experiments got a bit out of hand. That would explain why he had access to certain materials as well as his knowledge for making things.

But then I started to wonder why would someone from the Smithing Caste actually be doing something that could cause part of the Shaperate to blow up, be by the Shaperate to begin with. It didn't make sense because Rocky would have likely just stayed near a forge where he knew it'd be safe, heck even expected, for experiments to happen and possibly go wrong. There'd be no reason to take a chance at getting himself and other people hurt by doing something like that at the Shaperate if he had access to another place actually designed to do those things. From how Rocky says it, I don't think him blowing up the Shaperate was intentional at all. He mutters it. Like it was an accident he's embarrassed by, and then adds on 'Bunch of Noble crap.' Which I think is actually important. Especially since again, he isn't dead. Now I know other castes aren't subject to the same punishment as Casteless by any means, but even someone from the Smith caste doing that kind of damage? I'd be willing to bet that he would have been executed as well. Or at the very least, exiled to the Deep Roads where death is certain, instead of the surface.

But again he wasn't. He was sent to the surface.

Now that I laid out the evidence for why he isn't Casteless, or part of the Smithing caste, lets get to why I think he was nobility and in particular a worked at the Shaperate and the timeline.

The timeline for him doing the damage to the Shaperate I'd say happened within the last ten years. It's hard to pinpoint exactly when, but we at least know that it was after everything happened with the Arch Demon and the Hero of Ferelden going through Orzammar. We know that because in Origins, the Shaperate itself is completely intact. There's not even a hint of it having been destroyed or repaired, and that's something that would have been noted. Also Bull likely formed the Chargers within the last ten years as well. I'd give a rough estimate as to the last five to seven years based on what we can guess about his own timeline, him talking about the Chargers and how long they've been together. I think Krem and the other Chargers we meet were the six original Chargers because of a comment Bull makes about a job they took. It's the comment about the villagers who paid them in rice, and that was in their early days with only him, Krem and five others. Because those are the Chargers we're meant to meet and care about, I think him specifically aligning the number of Chargers then with the number we meet, is probably significant. So I'd be willing to bet Rocky was an original member.

The timeline doesn't really do much except it's fun to kind of think of when all the events take place, though it does play a small part in how he survives, depending on whose king. But for Rocky's personal timeline, I'd say he probably left Orzammar at the earliest three years after the Hero of Ferelden came through.

Now the reason I say that Rocky is nobility, is because throughout history, the nobility and clergy have often been the people with the greatest access to education and tools for experiments in science. And Rocky, for all his comic relief, is terrifyingly smart. Bull himself says Rocky is one of their best sappers. A sapper is defined as: a soldier responsible for tasks such as building and repairing roads and bridges, laying and clearing mines, etc.

But Rocky takes it further. He's not just building things, and mines should be noted, are the kind that detonate, not the kind you actually mine ore out of. (I'm noting because it took me a second to realize the different use of the same word, especially in context to dwarves.) Bull's actual comment is 'He can take down enemy fortifications faster than a golem.'

If Rocky is able to do that, and be counted by Bull, who is a Seheron veteran, as one of their best, that's saying something. That's saying he's not just clearing things, but to me, he understands strategy, the way to find weak points in a structure and where they'll likely be, how to do it without causing damage to his own side and perfectly understands how his own weapons work. He doesn't just make things go boom, he actually understands the tech and strategy that goes into other people's fortifications, buildings and their own defenses. People can definitely have a natural talent for that, but you also need a lot of training in order to do that effectively in the field. While that might put him as someone who could have even been part of the Warrior Caste, as I'm sure they're taught similar things, Krem says Rocky, like Stitches, usually hangs in the back. He's not a front line fighter, he's sabotage. If he was from the Warrior Caste, he'd likely be up front swinging a weapon.

Again it's also about the place where whatever he was doing went wrong. The Shaperate. As well as what Rocky himself says about his own projects.

He's working making qunari style black powder. That kind of powder, Gaat-lok, is one of the Qun's most guarded secrets. That's something that even Tevinter fighter's fear. No one gives that information up. I'm willing to bet even Bull wouldn't offer any info on that to the Chargers, and here's Rocky going: I'm gonna make it.

That's ambitious as ever. And it's the fact he knows enough about it to to even begin working on it. Because the fewer people that know much about it other than it's effective, the fewer people that will try to attempt to make it, the better for the Qun in keeping how it's done a secret. Now Bull says he hasn't got it, but this might be a case of Bull not being the best one tell us if Rocky does or not. It could just be a comedic 'He thinks he has it and doesn't' or it could be Bull not wanting to let Rocky know if he was close or not. Because at this point, Bull is still in the Qun. He's still Ben-Hassrath. He doesn't want someone else to figure this out, and I think it'd be hard for him to omit to his superiors in a letter that Rocky had figured it out. Because if Rocky figures it out, and they ever fight someone who recognizes it as black powder used in the Qun's fighting, it could cause a lot of danger for people. It could make who they're fighting either think the qunari are making a move by making them think Bull still has access to that, effectively calling his cover as Tal-Vasoth, which was the part he was supposed to be playing then, and starting another conflict. It could also make them think Bull knows how to make it, making him a target for capture, or it could even put Rocky in danger. Both from people who recognize the powder being used and want that knowledge, and from the Qun itself.

Because if the Qun found out, from Bull or otherwise, that Rocky, a Bas, whose never seen the qunari black powder in action, actually figured out how to make it? They'd either want him in the Qun, or dead. Those would be the options. And I don't think Bull is willing to take that chance. So it's better for him to make Rocky second guess himself on that. Is he close? Is he not? Bull isn't going to let him know, and it's a perfect little trick of an unreliable narrator in that sense. Because neither us, nor Rocky, actually knows.

Now it's possible he heard about Gaat-lok from Bull, but again, would Bull really give him enough information to start making the stuff? Or even start trying? Would he really even talk about it much to start? I don't think so. But you know a place that might have records of it? The Shaperate. Because Orzammar for awhile actually had strong connections to Tevinter. Even today, Tevinter is one of the places where dwarves aren't just treated like a servant class, and more and more dwarves are actually going to Tevinter which has put a strain on how the Shaperate itself defines surface dwarves, who were also from other higher castes. But in any case, having those records of people who did see it in action, maybe people who even tried to make it themselves, would have been a starting point.

And as nobility, Rocky would have had access to all the Shaperate's books and information. He could have absolutely learned of Gaat-lok from there and later decided to try and make it.

We also know from a letter later that talks about some of the Chargers adventures, that Rocky at one point, blew up half a mountain to bring down on enemy troops. A mountain. He destroyed half a mountain. That is not an easy thing to do at all. That requires some serious explosives and a serious knowledge of those explosives, what they'd use, where to place them, even geology ect. Especially because that was on top of enemies. They weren't excavating for building, that was just straight up fighting.

He could have gained more knowledge on the surface, as I'm sure he did, but that kind of knowledge? After being exiled, with no surface connections, I'd say it'd be really unlikely he would have had access to anyone at first who could have taught him all of that. So he had to come to the surface with a strong knowledge and understanding of application to start. So him being nobility is directly tied to him having the education, and means to that knowledge in order to achieve that kind of proficiency, as well as access to ingredients he'd need in order to try different experiments and see hands on effects. That would also explain his understanding of strategy in a fight, as well as him being more towards the back because he wasn't trained as a front line fighter.

For him working at the Shaperate, I based that on my theory he was from the noble caste, because Shapers are usually always from the Noble Caste. Much like Clergy throughout history was often from the Nobility class when it came to higher up positions. It's also mentioned that, with rare exceptions, people who work at the Shaperate are from the Noble Caste. I keep emphasizing that the Shaperate is what he destroyed part of, but it's important to my theory he worked there. Why would someone from the Noble Caste be doing experiments at the Shaperate, when they had access to other areas that would have been safer, unless they had another reason for being there? I don't think they would. I think they'd have gotten what they needed and left, unless it was expected for them to stay there or nearby. And that would only be expected if they were the Shaper, or working there themselves.

What I think likely happened is that Rocky was chosen to work at the Shaperate because they saw how smart he was. Maybe he even wanted to leave, but if someone leaves Orzammar they leave their entire caste behind. Unless they're the Shaper or work there. Those are the only people who can leave, and are even encouraged, in order to bring back knowledge from the outside world, and still retain their caste. So rather than risk losing him, they put him in a position where he could explore the outside, but not lose his status and Orzammar wouldn't lose him. It should be noted to that children of nobility are especially important because of the low birthrate among dwarves. If they can stop one of their children from leaving or dying, they will. That said, working at the Shaperate wasn't actually something Rocky wanted. Even if it was an honor, it was still just a duty. But it wasn't something he could say no too. So he went with it, basically accepting what would be his lot in life, but he never stopped learning and wanting to do more. He never stopped loving science, and alchemy and figuring things out. But he couldn't just leave every time he wanted to do an experiment or study. He had to be there, so between other duties, he would do some of his own experiments, learning and reading from the old texts and trying new things. Then it went wrong. One mistake was all it took and a bit of the Shaperrate was destroyed.

As for why he got exiled to the surface and not the Deep Roads or even killed? I think that ties into whoever you put in charge and the timeline.

If Bhelen is in charge, then there's a couple things to keep in mind. One is that Bhelen is not really a traditionalist. The Shaperate would have still been massively important to him, but he's also the guy who, despite how horrific he was to his own family, actually starts improving the lives of the casteless, opens Orzammar up for more trade and really improving the lives of his subjects and pushing forward. But not everyone is happy and he can be brutal. He has a better relationship with the surface as well as being a bit more progressive in some areas, but the House of Assembly is also disbanded under him. The Deshyr, basically the head of every noble house, that used to hold a lot of political power, now don't. That's going to be very hard to swallow for a lot of people. So if Rocky had been part of the noble caste under Bhelen, then you have a king whose a bit more progressive with a better relationship to the surface and has angered a lot of the nobles. Does he care about angering nobles? Absolutely not.

But I'd argue he does know how to pick his battles. So if Rocky's parents had instead asked for their son to simply be exiled to the surface, instead of killed or thrown in the Deep Roads, depending on who they were, he might have agreed. I think it could be likely that, even if Rocky's parents where furious at what happened, and no doubt they would have been, to have their son killed by a king who disbanded the assembly, took away a good chunk of their power and is challenging the older ways? That might be pretty hard for them to be okay with. Though it's possible if they supported Bhelen in his claim for kiingship to start with, it could have been a personal favor. But with either favors, or some serious pushing, Rocky was allowed to live but had to leave. And the political tension at that time, if played the wrong way with the nobles, could have really, really gone wrong if Rocky's parents spun it as 'Bhelen killed our son for an accident.' Even worse if they supported him for being king too. Better to just get him out of sight and out of mind. Then, Bhelen also has some nobles who owe him big and he really likes when people owe him.

Now if Harrowmont was in charge, it might be trickier. Because this guy was a staunch traditionalist. This is the guy who, despite seeming more honorable, even more trustworthy, than Bhelen on the surface, puts down a revolt in Dust Town, (one he caused I might add by making things somehow harder for the Casteless) so brutally that dwarves in other castes are horrified and challenge him on it. He keeps the House of Assembly, but closes off Orzammar even more tightly from the outside world than before. This isn't the guy who would pardon someone destroying the shaperate as it just being an accident. This is the kind of guy who would take this personally because to him tradition and preserving that mean everything. So how does Rocky survive him? This one is more dependent on the timeline because there are two ways I think, depending on when it happens. Since Harrowmont doesn't disband the assembly, it actually becomes tighter knit under him. So still having a lot of political clout, Rocky's parents could have petitioned him to let their son go the surface, a place Harrowmont was cutting off more and more contact with so it'd likely be just as terrifying an idea as the Deep Roads. For someone from the Noble Caste and who had worked at the Shaper, this might even be worse than the Deep Roads. As dying on the surface and away from Orzammar would mean Rocky couldn't properly return to the stone and become an ancestor. Essentially it's exiling him for all of eternity, not just his mortal life. Harrowmont might have actually see that as worse than death or dying in the Deep Roads.

Or, Rocky could have outlived Harrowmont, who either dies of illness, or is assassinated. No one knows what happened, but he dies not to long after being made king. Which leaves a serious power vacuum again. And if all that is going on, there might be more pressing issues than what Rocky did and he could have just slipped under the radar a bit. Yes he has to be punished, but are they going to cause more political strife by killing the child of a noble family? Again, birth rates for dwarves are incredibly low which is how noble hunting is even a profession. So a noble family having a child is a huge, huge thing. They're not just casually killed or thrown away. So if there's an option besides death, it'd probably be what they go for. He could have been sentenced to the Deep Roads, but again I think that comes down to if his parents tried to call in some favors, and their own political position. Either way, because Harrowmont really isn't there to push it, and there's so much chaos going on already, Rocky would much more likely be able to slip by a death sentence and get sent to the surface instead.

Then later he meets up with Bull, and the Chargers and the rest is history.

So that's my theory for Rocky.

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Confessions |Spider-Man: Hoco|

Summary: Peter has a crush on fem!reader, and Ned is quick to think she likes him back. Peter, however, doesn’t believe him.

A/N: Aight, so this is my first fic for this fandom. Let’s do this. Quick thing, Flash is super dicky in this one, so be prepared. Like, not creepy, just hella dick-ish.

Word Count: 2633

Warnings: cursing, that’s it, and i barely proof read this

WEDNESDAY

Peter, Ned, and Michelle were having an intense conversation about who would win: a shark or a personified tornado. Okay, maybe just Peter and Ned, because Michelle was reading her book; however, she would add in little comments every now and again. Usually, the comments would consist of insults, but Peter and Ned didn’t really mind, for she was their friend and knew it didn’t mean a thing.

“Look, all I’m saying is that a shark can’t go on land! Your argument is bogus!” Peter told his best friend, Ned.

Ned shook his head, ready to tell Peter that the shark would obviously win, because it had razor sharp teeth.

“The tornado is personified, meaning it can get hurt! It has feelings! And the small tornado would never stand a chance against a beast of the ocean!” Ned exclaimed, getting more frustrated as this conversation went on.

“Wait- we never said how big the tornado was. So you admit that if it was a big tornado-”

“Peter, shut up,” Ned said, cutting the other boy off. Peter rolled his eyes, about to continue, when Ned swatted his arm.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Okay, don’t freak out, but (Y/N) (L/N) is coming over here, and you need to act cool,” Ned explained, his voice suddenly a lot lower.

“Dude, no way, why would she- holy shit, you’re right.”

Peter’s chest tightened as he saw the most beautiful girl in school walking towards him and his friends. As she got closer, Peter started breathing heavier, his mind swarming through all the embarrassing outcomes that could come from the interaction he was about to have. When she finally got to their table, which to Peter took years because it felt like he was watching her in slow motion, she sat down.

“Hey, you guys!” (Y/N) said, all eyes on her, even Michelle’s.

“H-Hey, (Y/N),” Peter squeaked, eyes widening. Puberty was going to be the death of him. The other two said hi, Ned giving her a small smile, and Michelle returning back to her book.

“Soooo, whatcha guys talkin’ about?” (Y/N) asked, seeming genuinely interested in their conversation,”You seemed to be pretty heated.”

“Oh uh- n-nothing-”

“Sharks and torandos! Like, who would win in a fight. A personified tornado or a shark.” Ned informed (Y/N). It was Peter’s turn to whack Ned’s arm for confessing to talking about such a stupid topic.

“Oh! That’s cool. Which team are you guys on?” wondered (Y/N).

“I’m on Team Shark,” Ned said confidently, proud of his answer.

“I, uh,” stuttered Peter,”I’m on Team Tornado.”

“Hm, interesting,” (Y/N) said, tapping her manicured nails on the table.

“Why is that interesting?” Peter asked, surprising himself, Ned, and Michelle, with how calm his voice came out.

“Because, well, how do I put this lightly? You’re both wrong.”

Peter and Ned glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes, both unsure of where the conversation was about to go.

“I mean, c’mon. Clearly, sharks and tornados would team up to destroy humanity. Haven’t you seen the cinematic masterpiece known as Sharknado? Sharks would be pissed that humans were in the ocean- because let’s be real here, we’re the ones infesting the waters, not them! They’re the ones that live- sorry, that’s a whole other conversation. Uhm, where was I?” Peter was about to help (Y/N) find her train of thought, but she got there before he could,”Oh! So, sharks would be pissed, and tornados are just ready to fight. Basically, tornados are the muscle, sharks are the brains, and together, they’re unstoppable.”

Ned’s jaw was dropped, Peter’s jaw was dropped, and Michelle simply looked impressed.

“But uh, I came here for a reason other than to school you on sharks and tornados. Liz is having a party on Saturday, and I wanted to invite you guys,” (Y/N) said, smiling brightly. But when they all just stared at her, the smile faltered and she quickly went to her own rescue.

“But you totally don’t have to come if you don’t want to! I mean, obviously, but-”

“(Y/N), we’re going.”

(Y/N) looked at Michelle, who had spoken.

“Okay! Awesome! Uhm- let me just give you guys my phone number and you can text me and I’ll give you the details…does anyone have paper and a pencil?”

Ned and Peter scrambled to search for paper and pencil, but Michelle already had the items out, so she pushed them towards (Y/N). Quickly, (Y/N) wrote down her number, before getting up and telling them all goodbye.

Peter and Ned stared at the ten digits in front of them.

“What the fu-”

Before the sentence was finished, the bell rang, indicating that lunch was over and to head back to class.

THURSDAY

“Dude, I swear (Y/N) has been looking at you ever since she invited us to the party,” Ned said excitedly. Peter glanced up at at the girl who sat across the lunchroom. She was, in fact, looking over at their table.

“Wha- no. She’s probably looking at you,” Peter told his friend, a frown on his face. There was no way the iconic (Y/N) friggin’ (L/N) was looking at the not-so iconic Peter Parker.

“Have you seen me? I’m like-”

“Hey!” Peter interjected before his friend could deprecate himself,”you are a handsome guy, Ned! You have just as much of a chance with (Y/N) as any other person.”

Ned smiled at his friend, feeling better about his appearance. Peter was right, Ned was quite a catch.

“Thanks, man! But honestly dude, she’s totally into you.”

FRIDAY

Peter sat at his desk, working on his advanced geometry homework. Peter rarely hated being in advanced classes, but when it’s an advanced class that’s meant for the grade higher than your’s as well- it’s hell. To Peter, it felt like everyone was judging him, mainly because Flash always picked on him, which lead to him having a nerd reputation. So yeah, basically everyone was judging him, except for one person: You.

The only reason why Peter didn’t bash his head open with his geometry textbook was because you were in his class. You were the perfect person. Kind, smart, funny, stunning, etc., etc. Every single adjective to describe you was always positive. Peter didn’t think he had seen a single day where you weren’t smiling at people, and brightening their days.

When Flash Thompson first started calling Peter “Penis Parker” you called him “Flaccid Thompson,” which shut him up as quickly as he had opened his mouth. From that point on, Peter admired you, which quickly became a crush.

Finally giving up on his never ending geometry homework, Peter decided it was time to text you.

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

hey (y/n)! It’s peter! i was just wondering if i could get the deets for the party?? haha!

Peter, for some reason, decided it would be best to send the text and then reread the message. Dear God, he thought, there’s too much punctuation! Who types out that many exclamation points? OH MY GOD! Did I actually use the words ‘deets?’ Kill me, just kill me. Before Peter could plan out how to run away from home, you texted back.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Aye! Yeah, I got the deets. B)

Hold on.

Okay! So it’ll be at 1205 Lakeview Blv., and it’ll start at like 8, or 8:15-ish? Don’t know when it’ll end, but sometime late I’m sure. Ned already texted me and told me he’s going, but have you heard from Michelle?

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

i’ll text her real quick.

Peter sent a quick message to Michelle, reminding her about the party before getting back to (Y/N).

To: (Y/N)

From: Peter

just texted her! thx for the info. i’ll be there!!

Peter needed to chill on the exclamation points.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Ayyye, just got her message. I’m so excited to see you guys there! And hey, if Flash tries to start any trouble, let me know. He’ll catch these hands (ง •̀_•́)ง

Peter laughed, wondering how such an amazing girl could be texting him.

To: Peter

From: (Y/N)

Hey, Pete, I gotta go. Mom’s making me do the dishes. Sigh. But I’ll see you tomorrow :)

Peter groaned, not wanting to wait until tomorrow to see (Y/N). But he had to, and to pass the time, he figured he might as well work on more geometry.

SATURDAY

“Alright, be safe, have fun, don’t do anything too wild,” Aunt May reminded Peter and Ned, a smile on her face. Peter hadn’t always been the most social teenager, so seeing him go off to a high school party was exciting for her.

“Yeah, yeah. Can we go now, Aunt May?” Peter whined, becoming more and more impatient by the minute.

Aunt May sighed before unlocking the car doors. Both Ned and Peter scrambled out of the vehicle (not before saying goodbye, of course) and hurried up towards the relatively large house on the hill.

Peter was so excited that he was actually shaking. And apparently it was noticeable enough for Ned to tell him to chill out. When they walked into the house, the first thing Peter noticed was the lack of people, but quickly realized it was because everyone was in a group in the living room.

“Hey look,” Flash yelled out,”It’s Penis Parker!”

Everyone looked at Peter and Ned, which caused them to wave awkwardly.

“Why don’t you join us? We’re playing truth or dare,” Flash told the two boys, a cocky smile on his face.

The boys nodded, considering the fact that everyone else was doing it. Peter and Ned sat in the back of the crowd, but Flash quickly told everyone to move that way Peter was nearly in the middle.

“Since the doofuses were late, let’s have one of them go first,” Flash suggested. Peter’s heart dropped, knowing that Flash would probably use this as a moment to mess with him.

“So, Parker, truth or dare?” Flash asked.

“T-truth.”

“Okay, tell me now, and be honest. Is it true that you having a crush on (Y/N)?”

Peter’s face flushed red, as he stammered to redeem himself. But, Flash was relentless and continue to hammer Peter. That was, until, (Y/N) stepped in.

“Fuck off, Flash,”she said, a scowl on her face,”If he doesn’t want to answer the question, then I’ll take his place.”

Flash looked over to (Y/N), rolling his eyes,”Fine, fine, but you ruin all the fun. So, since Penis picked truth, you get truth.”

“Fair enough,” (Y/N) mumbled, a bit relieved that it wasn’t dare. She had no clue what Flash would make her do. The relief was short lived once Flash asked his question.

“(Y/N), I heard from Alec something very interesting, and I’m dying to know if it’s true.”

(Y/N) stiffened at the name of her ex-boyfriend Alex Westfield. Apparently, they ended on very bad terms.

“Get on with it,” (Y/N) told the boy.

“Alec told me that the reason you dumped him is because you prefer softball to baseball. Is it true?”

Peter was confused, what did sports have to do with anything? (Y/N), however, seemed to know what Flash was getting at.

“Shut the fuck up, Flaccid,” (Y/N) warned, clenching her hands so tight her knuckles were becoming a lighter shade.

“No, I’m not finished yet, (L/N),” Flash spat. Peter was still extremely confused, and as the tension grew, the more silent the room became.

“As I was saying,” continued Flash,”(Y/N) over here really enjoys swinging for the other team.”

The other team- oh shit.

“(Y/N) LIKES PUSSY!” someone from a corner of the room shouted. A few giggles erupted in the room, but it stayed mostly silent.

“Bingo!” Flash said, clapping his hands together, seeming thoroughly impressed with himself. Peter looked over at (Y/N), her head was hanging low, and she was visibly shaking. Slowly, she got up, fixed her dress, and walked out the front door. Peter quickly got to his feet, and chased after her, leaving the awkward room.

“(Y/N)!” Peter called out, chasing her down the road. For a girl in wedges, she sure could run fast.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shouted, finally catching up to her as she slowed down,”Are you…are you okay?”

She sat down on the sidewalk, feet out in front of her. Peter sat next to her and put an arm around her. She leaned into his chest, and quietly cried.

“I-I’m sorry Peter,” she whispered in between sobs.

“For what? You didn’t do anything,” he reassured her.

“F-For being l-like this,” (Y/N) explained, sitting up. She hated feeling like a mess, it reminded her how weak she could be. It felt, to (Y/N), that she always had to be the strong one in her family. Keeping face for her siblings during her parents divorce was one of the hardest things she had even done. (Y/N), not wanting to further embarrass herself, pulled out her phone and went on to the camera app.

“Jesus, I look like a raccoon,” (Y/N) sighed, trying to fix the mascara and eyeliner that ran down her face. When she was satisfied with her work, (Y/N) stood up again.

“I don’t live too far from here,” the girl told Peter, who was silently staring up at her,”Walk me home?”

Peter nodded, and got to his feet. He and (Y/N) walked, neither saying a word until they got to her house.

“So, are you wondering if it’s true?” (Y/N) asked as the pair approached her front door.

Peter tried to brush off what she was asking,”Uhm, wondering if…what’s true?”

(Y/N) gave her newfound friend a cold stare, basically telling him to cut the bullshit.

“…Yeah, I am,” Peter confirmed, feeling ashamed in himself. That wasn’t his business.

“Well, it’s true. I do “like pussy” as that one fucker said.”

“You sure do curse a lot, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes,”I only curse when I’m being emo, but…that’s what you choose to focus on? I enjoy your company, Parker.”

Peter smiled at his crush, and made a mental note to never trust Ned again.

“Well I better go.”

“Before you do,” Peter paused to make sure she was listening,”Why did you take sudden interest in us? Like, Ned said it was because you liked me…Jeez, that sounds so conceited, but I mean…why us? If you didn't…”

“It may not have been you I had a crush on Peter,” (Y/N) told him, a shy smile adorned on her face,”But…oh hold on. My phone buzzed.”

(Y/N) checked her phone, and her smile got even bigger. She typed a quick response back, and giggled a bit. She put her phone back in her purse, and gave Peter a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’ve gotta go, Peter. Thank you for being so lovely.”

And with that, (Y/N) opened the door to her house and went inside, leaving Peter to his thoughts. As Peter walked back to the party, he made the (what should have been) quick connection to who she had feelings for, and honestly, Peter felt really stupid. Now that he was looking back on it, it was right there in his face.

(Y/N) liked Michelle!

#marvel x reader #avengers x reader #michelle x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #mj x reader #spiderman imagine #wlw imagines #peter parker #mystuff

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Works in Progress Tag

I was tagged by @wenotes Ren, you’re my favorite Sailor Scout.

It took me so long to do this.

I’ve only done 6 wips here because it got too long and some of my other wips are too embarrassing to expose rn.

Series

Magnets: untitled chapter 2 – jikook – mechanic!jungkook, dance major!jimin…sort of

Rated: M

a/n: the first chapter was for a fic exchange on ao3 and this chapter is because I found I had more to say. I literally just started writing this the other day. I’ll post this one on ao3 once it’s done.

Dating is a concept with which Jungkook is wholly unfamiliar. He’d dated briefly in high school, but that had been more camouflage and self-preservation than an actual relationship. He has no first-hand experience, no idea how things like this are supposed to progress. Of course, he’d seen fictional relationships play out on television, but right now they seem thoroughly unhelpful. Jungkook wasn’t an assassin who vowed to protect Jimin from a contract killing or a supernatural being who learns what it means to be human through Jimin’s attention. He’s utterly himself.

Just Jungkook. Who avoids all conversations that revolved around colleges or a future that he can’t afford; who works as an apprentice mechanic in a family friend’s garage most of the week and paints houses with his dad during the days left over and danced or drew at night; who is so painfully shy and in his own head that he would have never talked to the boy he’d wanted from afar for so long if he hadn’t spoken to Jungkook first.

He feels horribly inadequate beside this boy that people wanted to be around; who goes to college; who is in an actual dance troupe; who has a future outside of this city; who managed to make himself so precious to Jungkook in so short a time.

Jungkook is terrified that it’s only a matter of time before Jimin realizes how much he’s lacking. He’s been trying to prove his worth from the moment Jimin woke up with a raging hangover the morning after their impromptu field trip.

Tentative title: A Fish Tale – mermaid!yoongi part 1 – Yoongi x reader

Rated: PG-13

a/n: I’ve been working on this since June (?) and I keep getting stuck. Tbh looking at it now, this will probably turn out to be more of an info sheet for me to use while writing the actual thing.

Watching Jungkook had always been your job; to make sure he was safe while he discovered the outside world. Had been your job since he was a baby just learning to splash in the little pools of ocean water, learning to love the water and the life in it’s great blue depths from the relative safety of the tide pools. It was necessary for the young to be assigned protectors. To make sure that he stayed in your sight always, too many children had wondered too far out and been lost forever to those who loved them on land. Elders in the community, not wanting everyone to be afraid of the water that surrounded them on all sides and brought them joy as well as despair, tell stories of a race of liminal creatures that would find the lost children and raise them as their own. A fish tale, really, that no one believed past their tenth year.

You are well past your tenth year and so is Jungkook, but the watching had become a habit. After all, death by drowning didn’t only happen to children and just moments ago, he’d dived under the crystal waves to scavenge who knows what. And though you trust him to resurface, flipping his hair back, gulping air like his lungs were going to burst if he’d stayed under a moment longer, you still hold your breath with heart beating fast. It’s better than when you counted the seconds, though; every mounting moment an illustrated and numbered anxiety.

You don’t go in the water. You won’t. That’s why Jungkook started scavenging in the first place, to bring the ocean to you, he’d said. They were always beautiful, always the best of what the ocean had to offer. It’s a rule of the island that you aren’t allowed to fish individually, for food, but especially not for sport. It is a rule that you and Jungkook know all too well with a council member for a mother and a fisher for a father. So, when the thing is living, Jungkook won’t leave the water with it and you must get as close to the water line as you dare to view whatever miraculous creature he’d discovered that day.

You’re thinking of a particular day when Jungkook was young and brought back a horseshoe crab. You called it ugly and he scolded you, saying that he was sure that to other horseshoe crabs it was very appealing. You’d smiled and agreed and Jungkook set it free, giggling as it scuttled away.

Prequel: The Wrong Girl – vigilante!au – Hoseok x OFC

Rated: M for thematic elements, action, cursing, and future smut

a/n: so this is kind of a cheat. I’ve posted this elsewhere, and I haven’t touched it to work on it in 7 (!!!) months, but I suddenly got inspired to re-write some of it and continue to write in this au, so I’ll probably start posting these soon. Here’s a bit of the prologue.

“You’ve got the wrong girl.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I think you’re exactly who I want.”

“You don’t want to do this.”

“I really, really do though.” He steps toward her with his hands out, ready to grab at whatever part of her body he can reach. “You thought you could take what’s mine and I would just let you? Is that what you thought?”

She doesn’t say anything; she just lifts up her hands in front of her, palms facing the thickly muscled man approaching her.

“Oh sweetheart,” he says, voice dripping with condescension, “are you going to beg now?” A terrifying toothy grin spreads its way across the man’s face and he takes another step toward her. “If you give back what you took, I promise you’ll make it out of here alive.”

She makes her eyes go wide and her mouth tremble and pout. “You promise?”

He smiles like he knows he’s got her. He raises his right hand and looks skyward and says, “I promise.”

She swallows, but she sets her jaw and her eyes narrow. “Bullshit. I’m not telling you where they are. They’re people, not objects. And even if I did, there’s no way you’d let me live. You’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Baby, baby, baby—“he accents every ‘baby’ with a shake of his head—“I’m not going to kill you. First, I’m going to make you tell me where they are—“he laughs wickedly, eyes still running over her slowly—“oh, it’s going to be so painful, I honestly don’t think you’ll last very long, and then I’m going to add you to the squirming pile of peddled flesh before I send it to my buyer.”

She wants to vomit. Why did he have to be one of those grossly verbose bad guys? She wished he’d hurry up and make his move, mostly so this cliché exchange could end. She was getting tired of waiting. She can’t attack, not when she’s so much smaller than him. She needs to wait, keep surprise on her side and then use his own momentum and weight against him.

His steps forward are slow, like he’s trying to lull her into a false sense of security. He wants her to stay where she is so when he decides to grab her she won’t be quick enough to get away, but that’s exactly what she wants. She wants him close.

God, I almost wish I believed in guns. This shit would be over so much faster.

Suddenly, he’s so close to her she could probably see her reflection in his enormous white teeth if such a thing were possible. Her heart speeds up and she can feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She’s careful not to tense too soon; she doesn’t want to telegraph her moves, but it’s a delicate balance. If she waits too long, he’ll be on her and then there’s not much she can do.

Then she sees the look in his eye. From the very beginning of their encounter, he’d been carefully controlling his face and eyes, it was almost terrifying how calm and affable he’d been about the whole thing (the ‘whole thing’ being a random woman showing up and freeing 20 people from a metal shipping container and a life of sex slavery and then leading him on a merry chase at the shipyard where shit like this always seems to take place). Now, she catches a glimpse of the evil bubbling underneath and for the first time that night, she is truly afraid. He comes for her and she hesitates.

A shot rings out and the man crumples into a pile before her.

Power!au – EXO – Yixing x Reader

Rated: M for thematic elements, action, cursing, and eventual smut

a/n: I’m going to be really honest and say that I don’t really like this. I’ve re-written it 3 times and I can’t manage to get it the way I want it and it’s super frustrating. This is from the first draft, because I tried to switch it from ‘reader’ to first person limited and wow, I suck at that.

When your friends told you they were planning a trip to the mountains and asked you to come along, you were hesitant. You got that feeling in the pit of your stomach. They called you afraid and scared-y cat and chicken shit, but that’s not it. Not all of it.

How do you explain that you know something bad is going to happen, that you have always known when something bad is going to happen? It was like an extra sense or a heightened Fight or Flight response or something.

But then your brother was going and there was no way you were letting him go without you.

“You never do anything fun,” he’d said. You’d argued and begged him not to go, but he’s one of those people that you don’t want to say no to. He’s always chasing the next rush and you are almost always beside him when he does it, just in case.

Series? One-shot? Who knows??

Ghost!au – BTS all members vs. a ghost investigation team

Rated: ??? probably PG-13 unless something happens and I change the way this is going before I get too far.

a/n: I started this while I was sick and all I wanted was to watch Most Haunted and sleep. I have another ghost!au idea that’s totally different and will be with a different group, but I haven’t written anything down about it other than notes, so. Also, this is literally everything I’ve written for this one.

“Hello? Is there anybody here that would like to talk to us? One for yes and two for no.” The woman tells the people around her to stop talking as she cocks her head to one side to listen for an answer.

Several knocks are heard from several areas in the room, but the woman hardly bats an eye, other members of her team are not so composed, before saying, “One at a time, please. Can one of you tap out how many people are in this room?” She tucks her hair behind her ear and assumes a look of intense concentration as the rest of the crew tense up to count.

The scene is almost comical, five grown adults standing in a loose circle, looking everywhere but at each other, all mouthing along to a barely audible tattoo. It’s the kind of atmosphere that breeds the nervous laughter that is usually found at funerals and weddings and other functions where you are expected to observe a level of reflective decorum, if only the tension would break.

But it only builds alongside the ascending number of knocks.

The woman finally lets out a breath and looks to another woman beside her. “Twelve. I heard twelve.”

The other woman, with wide eyes and hand gripping a chunky metal cross around her neck, agrees.

A man with a camera speaks for the first time since entering the room. “Including us?”

One knock.

“Oh jesus, okay, so seven.” He wipes the sweat that’s gathered on his forehead and giggles along with his camera carrying companions.

It’s infectious and soon everyone is snickering and poking at their neighbor, each telling another that they should have seen the look on their face.

Finally, the woman in charge says, “Seven is a lot, especially for a house that isn’t very large or even very old, but we can work with it.” She rubs her hands together, more warmth than anything else before she asks the most important question: “Do any of you want to cause any of us harm?”

The knocks that had been so forthcoming previously were eerily absent. The group waits, but after a few minutes of silence, they decide that the whoever was there before must have moved on to different rooms.

However, the air of indecision presses down on them, like the spirits might hurt them if they felt like it. That feeling has the woman shaking in her boots, not that she’d let them see that, not yet anyway, when there hasn’t been any action beyond basic communication, but if they started throwing shit, showing poltergeist activity, then she’d be perfectly willing to lose her shit in front of everyone, she’s not about to open the door to real harm.

Drabbles

Vampire!jinyoung 4 – Jinyoung x Reader sort of.

Rated: R for cursing and thematic elements

a/n: so I’ve only posted one of my vampire!jinyoung drabbles, but I have a few planned out and there are 2 between this one and the first one where I know what I want to happen, I just haven’t written them yet.

You were lying lazily across your sofa. The book you’d initially been so excited to read, had suddenly lost your interest and you are moments away from slipping quietly into sleep.

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in total darkness. You groan as you stretch. That was definitely more of a sleep than a nap.

You get up and stumble your way to the light switch, putting your hand over your eyes before flicking upward and bathing the room in sharp, white light. You slowly move you hand away from your eyes, letting it reach you in manageable bits.

Blinking and squinting rapidly, you barely register the top of a dark head of hair peeking over the top of your favorite chair, but then that head moves and you let out an undignified shriek.

He turns and looks at you quizzically while you rub your hand over your heart.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” In the dark…with me? You add in your head.

“Were you watching me sleep? That’s…actually really creepy, Jinyoung. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“The thought did occur to me.” And that’s all he says on the subject. You know because you wait for him to give you some kind of explanation or even a half-assed apology, but he remains silent.

You rub your hands over your eyes trying to rid them of residual sleep. “Whatever. Why are you here? I didn’t think you’d come back after last time.”

“Why would I not come back? I like our talks.”

“Really?” he could have fooled you. When he wasn’t talking down to you or sneering at humanity in general, he was standoffish or at best indifferent. He never asked you questions about yourself which hadn’t bothered you at first because you were so caught up in unravelling the mystery of the vampire, but now you’re getting pretty tired of how one sided whatever this is, is.

“Of course. It’s the highlight of my existence.” You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not and to be honest, you’re kind of fed up with the whole thing.

“Did you need something, Jinyoung?”

Honorable Mentions aka stories that I know I’m going to write, but haven’t started yet:

70s New York City power outage!au – crossover fic – will be told from several perspectives

A slice of life, domestic!jennie one shot for my girl, Lex. I have a ton of notes for this fic, I honestly don’t know why I haven’t started writing it?

Ghost!jongin – Jongin x Reader – reader is a single mom and Jongin protects them from evil spirts in their home.

I’m sorry, I know I said that I would do this yesterday and I totally planned on it, but I forgot my laptop at home.

Anyway, I tag: @boymeetsweevil, @jeonalis, @94hixtape, @sugasweetsubs, @denouemin, @hobijoon, @lilyjhs, @minmelly

#works in progress #tag #about me ish?#exo fanfiction #bts fanfiction #blackpink fanfiction #got7 fanfiction #idk why im tagging all that but w/e #as always feel absolutely free not to do it

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flooparoo · 5 years

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Internal dialogue

I’m probably the problem

Everything seems so good on the surface but I just have this strong feeling deep down that it’s not

Maybe I’ve being over dramatic and that I am reading too much in between the lines

But what do you do when you know something’s seriously wrong deep down yet if you voice it, you start to sound crazy?

Like, how dare you think/feel something is wrong?

But everything that is presented to you just screams WRONG yet it doesn’t look like that to others?

WAIT

Am I gaslighting myself?

I know that’s a thing that happens to people who are been traumatized but am I doing this to myself?

I can’t be gaslighting myself right?

But I think I am

Cuz I think I am seeing everything at face value and evaluating my feelings about it and then choosing to ignore it and saying that I am overreacting and it’s nothing to worry about

That he still loves you

Look, he just took you on an amazing date and you both had fun

Well yeah, up until you had part ways and he goes back to the house where he lives with another woman and her family while you’re left wondering if you’re truly the one he loves and not a side piece

He has nowhere else to go and you couldn’t just ask your family to take him in

Well yeah, but then wasn’t he given the task of finding a place for the both of you to live together after you were tired of dealing with flaking potential roommates?

Yes

Has he made any progress on that aspect?

No but he’s probably busy with work and such

Yeah but he also has time to have weekly DND sessions with his friends and do things with them that you wanted to experience with him for the first time together

He has a right to do things with his friends without me and live his own life without me always being there. We are both super busy

You are super busy. He has days where he has felt like he’s wasted the day away doing nothing while you’re over on your side trying to push yourself to do well in everything you do.

But-

And when was the last time he has spent actual time with you or made an effort to work with your schedule to go see you? Your birthday doesn’t count. In fact, when was the last time he actually surprised you at your work or school place?

There was that one time with our best friend?

The best friend thing doesn’t count. The best friend wanted to go bother you at work while he was still home. I am talking about him going out of his way to go surprise you

He doesn’t have to go surprise me. He knows that I don’t like surprises

You’re such a liar. You like the kind of surprises with the flowers and love notes and such. You don’t like having to deal with a surprise that goes sour or it’s too big and you have to fake enjoying it. Granted that rarely happens but you say you hate it to minimize the chance of disappointment or attention drawn to you

...that’s not true...

It is but anyways, back to my quality time point. When was the last time he made plans to go see you cuz he wanted to?

.....

My point, exactly. And you even made a goddamn shared email account and put your school and work on the calendar so that he can put his schedule in so you can actually plan to spend time together.

That is correct. It’s even color coded

You’re such an organizer freak. And what did he do with that email?

I don’t know if he did anything with it. I gave him all the screenshots with my info on it, even the password to my personal email so he can get into it cuz I made the birthday of the account the day we got together and the system thinks the account is for a 4 year old.

Did he put his info in?

No, he said that he didn’t know cuz he was literally waiting for the boss to call him up for his shift

Uh huh but I seem to recall that he has regular work gigs on certain days. Why can’t he put his KNOWN work schedule in? You put yours in, why can’t he do it?

I mean that is a fair point

So he lives with another woman and her family for an extended period of time, makes no effort to go spend time with you and hang out with his buddies more often than he sees you while you start to isolate yourself in the library cuz you have to study and you barely have time to hang out with your friends so you’re essentially starving for some affection and love and lets not forget that he VOLUNTEERED months ago that he was going to spearhead finding a home together and has honestly came up with nothing so far

......

Let’s not forget that the other woman has out of nowhere in the past dropped you as a friend for no reason while you thought that you guys were good

Hey now, she doesn’t have to disclose to me as to why she unfriended me on social media. It’s her right to do whatever she wants

Yeah but it’s slowly killing you on the inside cuz you don’t know why or what you did for it to go that way. Especially since she’s close to the one you love and you know they have way more in common than you and him and discuss more things together. And let’s not forget she see him WAY more often than you ever see him

But he said he only loves me and doesn’t see her in that kind of manner and never will be. It has been me in the past and always will be me!

Is that what he said to you? You know how they lie. That’s how the one before got you the last time. I think you’ve forgotten how untrusting you are towards people. He’s also said that he was going to be the mediator between the two of you prior to all of you moving in and has he made any progress? I think not in my eyes.

He couldn’t betray me right? He said he’s loved me forever

Lord! Do you hear yourself? You sound like a battered lovesick puppy who has been abandoned by their owner

You’re wrong about him!

I’m wrong? Well you’re a woman of science. Look at this from the eyes of a scientist and take you and your feelings out of the equation and pretend this is about someone else. Based on the evidence presented, do you think that this one wants to be with you?

......no

Explain to me why in detail. I want to hear it out loud so you can understand

Cuz I always go to him but he rarely goes to me. The few times that he does, it seems like it’s out of obligation like my birthday or something. That shows that it’s one sided to his favor.

Keep going

I’ve set up a calendar that we can both put in our schedules after seeing it work for friends of mine and I remembered that I had promised to do that in the past. I gave him all my info and he never put his in even though he said that he will on his own time.

And what does that show you?

Since I’ve made that over a month ago and there weren’t any changes made to it that wasn’t mine and he had to ask what was my schedule in planning for my bday, it shows that he doesn’t want to bother making plans to spend time with me unless it was an obligation he had to do as a boyfriend. The claim is reinforced by me knowing that he holds regular DND sessions with friends on a weekly basis whereas I barely see him

Keep going

But I cannot deny him spending time with his friends in favor of me and the few times I’ve confronted him about the lack of time spent together he said that he didn’t want to bother me with my studies

He has the right to hangout with his friends, yes but he shouldn’t neglect you. You know that is such a bullshit excuse when you went out of your way to make it easier for him to know what you’re up to. And he has a goddamn way to talk to you cuz God Bless Technology.

But-

No fuck that! If he really loved you, he would have found ways to make it work for the both of you and make you feel important in his life and see you more often.

I’ve brought it up to him before

And what did he do?

He apologized

But you don’t believe in apologies cuz your father taught you that words of apology mean nothing. It’s the actions that matter to you. The proof that one is sorry is in the actions

He explained that he was in bad mental low and funk in that time period. He was attentive the past couple of days afterwards

Look, I’m not gonna knock him on the mental illness part cuz that’s a whole different demon. But if you’re the person that he wants to be with forever, then he has got to fight to keep you. You can’t keep giving cuz eventually you’ll be empty. You can’t keep finding reasons to stay if you feel like you’re not wanted or needed

You’re right but maybe I am just a bad gf for asking too much from him

WHAT THE-?! NO! You are not a bad GF. You have every right to feel fucking uncomfortable knowing that he is living with another woman and her family and what it seems that he is making no moves to leave and rent a place with you. You have every right to feel fucking pissed as hell that you’ve done all that you can for this man and he meets the bare minimum. How could you try to make yourself feel bad and make yourself feel like you’re a bad gf cuz you want your bf to spend a bit more time with you on a regular basis?!

I don’t know cuz I’ve tried everything that I could think of and nothing seems to work and I feel like it’s my fault that it’s not working

No it’s not your fault. Have you told him that it bothers you that he’s living with another woman?

Yes and that’s where he said that there is nothing there between the two of them.

And do you believe him?

....yes

You hesitated. That means you don’t trust that on some level and we know why. There has to be something going on cuz there is no way that someone could let another person stay at their place essentially rent free without imposing a time limit or condition met.

It’s not like I can just ask him to up and leave

But isn’t that why he was supposed to find a place for all of you?

Yeah but-

I rest my case. Does he value your opinion?

I should hope so

If he does and knew that this arrangement makes you uncomfortable, then he should have GTFO of the situation ASAP out of respect for you and because he loves you and wants to keep you around, especially if he says that his intention is to marry you and have children with you

I know you don’t bring these things up to him cuz you reason yourself out it by attacking yourself and saying that you’re crazy and that you’re being unreasonable and that you’re not understanding him well enough. But you do understand him well enough. He doesn’t understand you and it doesn’t seem that he is currently making an effort to. It was evident in the convo at the end of the date where you mention that you may not want to have kids cuz you’re worried that you’ll be like your parents and he said that he will be enough to stop that influence. But how’s that working out for him? The reason why you wanted to move out in the first place was to prevent another incident where your father hits you and what did your bf do? Wants to beat the shit out of him but doesn’t cuz you said no. Any reasonable, loving bf would have hustled to get you out of that place and into his wing ASAP. But he didn’t do that and you went through another incident where you got hit and you’re still stuck at home, feeling hopeless that you’ll never get out and forever feel like a caged bird

I think the one you love loves the idea of you or the you that you were a few years back. But you’re not her anymore

The truth hurts and that’s why you’re crying as you’re typing this out because you know this is true no matter how much you try to look at the situation from a different angle. Insanity is when you do the same experiment over and hoping for different results but the outcome is the same everytime

You’re driving yourself insane over the one you love and it needs to stop

And if he sees this, then well that’s gonna be a fun convo heading your way

And if he doesn’t, then you have bought time to muster up the courage to talk to him about everything discussed and MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND

#personal

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kpopfanfictrash · 7 years

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Binary Star (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jaebum / Mark

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,282

Summary: “In some cases, these close binary systems can exchange mass, which may bring their evolution to stages that single stars cannot attain.”

You and Jaebum have been dating forever when Mark Tuan shows up in your classroom. You’ve always been against change - a bit debilitating, being a writer - but for some reason this new kid has you thinking there might be an upside to chaos.

[Part I]

In 1,000 words or less, write about a time you experienced doubt or anxiety.

You snort, glancing over at Mark. If only there wasn’t a word limit.

“You’re the luckiest girl, I swear.”

Slamming your locker door, you grin. “Normally I would disagree, but today you’re right.”

Robbie looks up from his phone, glancing between you and Jaebum. “Y/N is horribly unlucky. She tripped yesterday and broke seven mirrors.”

“One! It was one,” you grumble to Jaebum.

He grins, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, baby.” Nodding at Robbie, he adds, “Y/N has a field trip today.”

“Ah.” Robbie frowns. “Then you’re right. Y/N is the luckiest – I’m off to break a whole stack of mirrors.”

Laughing, you untangle yourself from Jaebum’s arms. “I have to go or I’ll miss the bus.”

“And thus, the natural order would be restored.” Jaebum tightens his grip. “Don’t go.”

“If you don’t let me go, I won’t come to your show this weekend.”

Immediately, Jaebum releases you. “Bye, babe! Bring me back something from the Museum store.” He shoos you off in the general direction of the buses.

You laugh, turning to kiss him goodbye.

“Ugh. Disgusting.” Robbie makes a face “Bye. Y/N. Bye, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Jaebum watches him leave, arms still entwined around you. “You think he’ll ever call me Jaebum?”

“Dare to dream,” you grin, giving him a quick kiss. “Okay, I really have to go now.”

“Fine, fine.” As you turn to leave, Jaebum catches your hand. Pulls you back to him to kiss you softly. Slowly.

Your heart is hammering when you pull away. “What was that for?” you ask, breathless.

Jaebum shrugs. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Your smiles falters a little when you notice Mark Tuan walking by. His earphones in and it looks like he’s not paying attention but for a moment you wonder if he saw. Wonder if Jaebum wanted him to see.

But that’s ridiculous. Before you can read into it, Jaebum is pushing you away. “Go on. Don’t be late.”

Shrugging, you smile back. “Okay.” You jog off in the direction of the bus, arriving just as the last few students are boarding.

“Cutting it kind of close, mm?” Mr. Heughan says.

“Sorry!” You hand over your permission slip, tugging your backpack higher. “I’m here now.”

He laughs. “Right then, head on back.”

Climbing the steps, you stare down the aisle. As luck would have it, you’re the last one here. All the seats are already taken – all but one, that is. Mark Tuan’s eyes meet yours from over his seat. Something flickers in his eyes before he resumes looking out the window.

Feeling vaguely uncertain, you make your way down the aisle. “Can I sit here?”

Mark glances up at you, nods yes.

“Thanks.” Your backpack slides to the ground as you sit, careful not to touch him.

Mark is listening to music, so far against the window he’s practically outside. Still you hear the song. As the chorus comes around, you recognize it.

“Hey!” You poke his arm. “I love that song.”

Mark removes an ear bud. “Oh, yeah? Which one?” His expression is skeptical, as though he doesn’t believe you.

You frown. “Somebody Else, the 1975. Released as part of their sophomore album. Fun fact, that album actually set a record for the longest title of a number one album on the U.S. charts.”

Mark laughs, removing both earphones fully. “Okay, fine – fine. You know it. Sorry I was being a dick.”

“Thank you.” Grinning, you settle back into the seat. “I’m kind of a music freak.”

“Writer freak, music freak. Tell me more.” Though Mark’s tone is teasing, there’s genuine interest behind his words.

You shake your head. “Nah, I don’t think so. It’s your turn to tell me something.”

“Like what?”

“Explain... what an adrenaline junkie is.” Bracing your knees on the seat before you, you slide down against the brown vinyl.

Mark watches you. “Maybe that was a misnomer. I just like to… do things.”

“So do prostitutes,” you say bluntly. “Explain.”

Mark cracks up. “Ah, man.” When he meets your gaze, his expression is more solemn than you’d expect. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But I’m warning it’s kind of a serious answer.”

You pause, considering and decide that you still want to know. “Well now I’m curious,” you say, smiling fading.

There’s a long moment before Mark continues. “I said I was at my last school for three years, yeah? That it was the longest I’ve ever been in one place.”

You nod. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, I was there for so long because I was sick.” Mark looks down. “I spent the first six months of freshman year in a coma. Got sick with pneumonia, then a systematic infection. When I woke up, six months of my life had just… passed by.”

You’re silent, since it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you should interrupt.

He takes a breath. “I got better, made a full recovery. But afterwards… I don’t know, I didn’t want to waste my life. People take so much for granted, you know? So much time continuing to be what they are and I don’t want that. I want to live. I want every moment to mean something, to make me better.”

Somewhat embarrassed, Mark laughs. “It sounds stupid to say out loud.”

“No.” At your firmness Mark looks up, surprised. “Not stupid,” you say. “It sounds like…” You pause. “It sounds pretty damn brave.”

The sounds of the bus continue, but your seat is silent. Closed off from the conversation. Closed off from everyone else. Which is wrong. Shuttering your thoughts, you pull yourself back. “Thanks for telling me,” you say, voice quiet.

Mark nods. “Anyways. That’s why I call myself an adrenaline junkie.”

“But so what, you just… jump out of planes and stuff?”

“Sometimes.” Mark grins at your disbelief. “It’s more of a mentality. I don’t say no to things I’m sacred of. Only things I think are wrong.”

Slowly, you exhale. “Wow. I wish I could be like that.”

“You can. Look,” Mark sits up so you’re facing one another. “Half the time I’m scared. Half the time I’m terrified, but I do it anyways. Want to know why?”

“Why?”

“Because the fear goes away after five minutes.” Mark’s eyes widen. “You can deal with anything for five minutes, Y/N. After that it’s just… it’s fun. It’s a rush, to do something you never thought you could.”

His cheeks are flushed, passionate and you find yourself losing your train of thought. “Right,” you muse, about to say more but -

“We’re here!”

Mr. Heughan leans over the edge of his seat. “Before you disappear into the museum – there is an assignment due at the end of today.” He waves a hand, ignoring the class’ groans. “Hey, at least you get a partner. Look to the person you’re sitting with. There’s your partner.” With that, he hops down the steps.

Looking at Mark, you shrug your shoulders. “Guess we’re partners.”

“Guess so.”

As you leave, you feel your pocket vibrate. Hiding it in your palm, you check the display. Jaebum.

Are you still planning on coming to rehearsal tonight? xx

Quickly, you text back.

Yes! Be there at 6 xx

As you slip the phone in your pocket, you notice Mark watching. Flashing a smile, you move up the steps. “Come on. Can’t be late for all that history.”

Mark laughs. “Out of everything, I think history is the one thing that can actually wait.”

You’re arguing as you walk into the museum, shushed loudly by the guard standing outside. You blush at his scolding, your cheeks turning bright red. Mark’s expression is blank – at least until the guard is out of sight and he cracks up, holding his stomach as he falls against the wall.

“It’s not funny,” you whisper. Grabbing a map angrily from the display.

Mark comes up behind you. “You’re right, it’s not.” He nods. “That could easily have been me and wow – that would've been embarrassing.”

You roll your eyes. “So what does the assignment say?”

Mark pulls out the piece of paper. “First question. Huh,” Mark frowns, scanning the page. “What is this?”

Forgetting the map, you peer over his shoulder. “Classic Mr. Heughan. He’s not the kind to give just a history assignment.”

Mark moves the piece of paper so you can both see.

1. Find one artifact with a historical connection to you. Describe that connection to your partner.

2. Google the museum and the first letter of your last name. Go to the first exhibit you see and find one thing of interest to you.

3. Find three objects relating to modern media. List and explain.

Mark’s lips move wordlessly as he reads. “No, really.” He looks up. “What kind of assignment is this?”

You laugh and grab the piece of paper. “A Mr. Heughan experience. Come on,” you grin, squinting up the stairs. “I already have my artifact.”

“You do?” Mark hurries after you. “Alright. But if we’re going to the restrooms or something, I’m out.”

“We’re not going to the restrooms.” At the top of the staircase you pause, seeing the room across the atrium. “This way.”

When you reach the right door, Mark reads the golden placard aloud. “Hall of Gems.” His eyebrows raise. “Gems? Were you a Queen in your past life?”

“Of course.” You hold a finger to your lips, stepping inside. “But that’s not why I chose it.”

Inside is dark, quiet. Each stone lit with individual light. Only a few other people are here, huddled in twos and threes about the stones. Reading pamphlets and info. You stare at a rare amethyst before moving on to the next. Moving between pools of light, trying to ignore the memories this place brings.

About halfway though, you grab Mark by the elbow. He looks down at your hand on his arm, surprised and you quickly let go. “This way,” you whisper, pointing to a bench. “Maybe it’s cheating,” you say as the two of you sit. “But this place has historical context for me. My dad and I came here every year.”

“Really?” Mark’s voice is quiet. For some reason, the Hall of Gems inspires quiet. It’s one of the reasons you like it. “Why?”

You shrug. “Who knows? I liked looking at the stones. I’d imagine stories for them. Ridiculous, silly stories including princesses and jewelry thieves. At the end, my dad would buy me ice cream and then we’d go home.” You laugh softly at the memory. “That sounds silly.”

“It’s not silly.” Mark’s gaze is dark, serious. “You said all that in past tense.”

His unasked question hangs in the air between you.

“Not anymore,” you say, staring straight ahead. “Because my dad passed away two years ago. I haven’t wanted to come back since.”

Mark is silent. He just sits there, still beside you for awhile before turning to face you. “You’re,” he starts to say, then stops. “Thank you for telling me.”

It seem like there was more to say than that. “What?”

“Ah, nothing.” Mark shakes his head. “I was just thinking that of the two of us, you’re the brave one here.”

His words lighten your mood enough for you to smile. “Don’t,” you smile. “You’re the one jumping out of airplanes and stuff.”

“Not that kind of bravery.”

You flush and Mark looks down. Around. Up, before he stands. The abruptness of the gesture almost knocks you over. “I think I know where to go for mine,” he announces.

You follow him out of the display, trying to shake the feeling that something large just happened. You and Mark are friends, that’s all. And friends tend to know these kinds of things about each other. Although this is definitely the quickest you’ve ever told someone about your dad. You don’t know why that is – it just seems that Mark inspires that kind of honesty.

You stop thinking about it as Mark winds his way through the museum floors. After a third wrong turn, you grab his jacket. “Mark. WHAT are you looking for?”

He opens his mouth to reply but his eyes light up, spotting something behind you. “There! I knew I saw it on the way in. Come on.”

You read the entrance of the exhibit as you enter, frowning. Pearl Harbor. Not exactly sure where Mark is going with this, you follow. He passes the displays silently, searching for something. Something he finds in a more recent-looking photograph.

“Okay.” Mark comes to a stop, nodding upwards. “This is Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickham. A lot of people don’t realize it’s still active today.”

You stare at the photograph, labeled 2002. “Really?”

Mark nods. “This was taken a while ago so some of the things have changed.” His finger traces the air in front over the photograph. “Like that building closed in 2006. There’s a park here, now.” He nods, almost to himself before turning to face you. “I lived there for a year.”

“Really?” You look up at the photograph. “In Hawaii. Wow.”

Mark shrugs. “It was my favorite naval base. The surfing was awesome,” he confesses, grinning. “Anyways. That’s my historical connection.”

You continue to stare at the photo, imagining what it would be like to be Mark Tuan. Constantly moving, never having anywhere to call home. It seems like a lonely existence. Glancing at the boy beside you, you suddenly have a strong desire to be his friend.

“Okay.” Mark holds up the list. “What’s next?”

Next is the question involving Google so rather guiltily, you take out your phone. “This feels wrong,” you mumble, typing the letter T.

Luckily you and Mark’s last names both begin with T, so you only have to go to one exhibit.

“Relish it, Y/N.” Mark grins. “Go on, check Instagram. You know you want to.”

You groan out loud. “I should have known you were a social media buff,” you say. “Someone with a face that pretty has to have taken a selfie or two.”

“A face that pretty?” Mark sounds amused.

You glance up at him. “Shit. Ignore that, I said nothing.”

Mark is still smiling. “You said you think I’m pretty.”

“No,” you protest, struggling hide your grin. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Wow, pretty. My mom is going to be so happy to hear that.”

“Ah.” You shove him. “A prettiness tempered by your massive ego, how’s that?” When your search engine finally loads, you cheer. “Come on, Mark. We’re going to see the T-Rex.”

Mark blinks as he falls into step beside you. “This history project is mad weird. What am I going to write that’s interesting about a giant skeleton?”

The skeleton turns out to be pretty interesting, actually.

Not because of the exhibit but because of Mark’s commentary. He writes for the project that he found the bone placement intriguing. Who got to decide those kinds of things, anyways? There were just so many options. They could have placed the T-Rex in the middle of a kill, falling asleep by the fire, drinking from a water fountain. The possibilities are endless.

By the end of his monologue, you’re laughing. You consider writing something funny as well but lack the gut and end up scribbling something on carbon dating and calling it a day. Mark may laugh harder at this than his answer, if possible.

On the way out you stop at the gift shop, watching Mark try on nearly every animal hand puppet in there. At least until you point out how many people have likely touched the puppets and Mark hastily replaces them. He grimaces as you leave, insisting on stopping in the restroom to wash up.

The bus ride back is short – mostly because you fall asleep halfway through. Mark gives you the window seat and you immediately pass out, waking every so often by the bumps in the road. After more than fifteen minutes, you feel Mark nudge your side.

Blinking sleepily, you open your eyes to Mark offering his hoodie. He’s rolled it into a ball and is now dressed in just a plain, black t-shirt. “Here,” he offers, gaze flicking to the window. “Take this.”

Half-asleep, you take it. Slide it beneath your cheek and fall back into your position. “Thanks,” you mumble, already semi-conscious.

“You’re welcome.”

When the bus stops at the school, Mr. Heughan stands once more. “Ladies and gentlemen, final bell is about to ring! You are dismissed for the day. Don’t forget to turn in your worksheet on your way off the bus.”

You yawn, stretching overhead. Mark’s hoodie falls into your lap and you stare at it for a second before things click. “Oh!” you gasp, turning to face him. “Sorry.”

You’re blushing as you hand over the clothing. It feels strangely… intimate that you slept on Mark’s sweater.

Mark allows the sweater to be shoved back into his arms, though he raises an eyebrow at your expression. “No problem.” He flips it over one shoulder as he stands, holding out his other hand for the paper.

It takes you a second to catch on. “What, you want to turn in the assignment?”

Mark nods.

You snort. “Please. Like I’m going to let you take all that glory.” As you start down the aisle of the bus, Mark laughs behind you.

“This is ridiculous,” he complains. “I did half the work, why can’t I turn it in?”

“Because it’s my penmanship,” you grin back at him, placing a hand over your heart. “Yours was practically illegible, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

You’re laughing as you descend the steps of the bus, turned over your shoulder to respond to something Mark says. You almost don’t see Jaebum at your car. Standing with his arms crossed as he watches you leaves with Mark.

Seeing him, stony and silent, your steps falter. “I’ll catch you later,” you say to Mark.

Mark nods, seeing where your gaze is. “Yeah. Okay.”

He brushes past and you head in the direction of Jaebum, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. “Hi, babe,” you say, kissing his cheek. “How was school?”

Jaebum’s gaze flickers past. “Was that Mark?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “He’s in my history class.”

“I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We are. Kind of.” You frown, watching Jaebum’s expression. “Is there something wrong with that?”

Jaebum drags his gaze to yours. “No,” he says, and for a second there, he looks almost guilty. “It’s just – well. It’s just…”

For a moment you blink back at him, stunned. Then, unwittingly, a smile crosses your lips. “Im Jaebum. Are you… jealous?”

The faintest flush crosses his cheeks. “No.”

“You are!” you exclaim, clapping your hands. “I can’t believe it. The Im Jaebum, jealous.”

You can tell your boyfriend is trying to pout, but can’t at your expression of pure joy. “Why are you so happy about this?” he grumbles.

“Because.” Looping your arm in his, you plant a kiss on his cheek. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I love you.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Jaebum smiles. “Yeah, I know.” His expression is sheepish. “I love you too, babe.”

Laughing, you tug him towards your car. “I have to do homework but I’ll see you at six, okay?”

Jaebum nods, bending for another kiss. His hands cup your face, pulling your lips closer. Moving carefully against yours. When he pulls back, he’s smiling. “See you later.” Then he turns, disappearing in search of his own car.

You climb into the driver’s seat, turning the ignition and texting Robbie that you’re outside. You might as well warm up while you’re out here. Fingers tapping against the steering wheel, you evaluate the events of today. Your thoughts inevitably turn to Mark Tuan.

Not that Jaebum has anything to worry about. Really.

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Kian

In the story-verse, every child with magical abilities is taken to a „mage town“ run by the Church, where they are trained. They live with one of the older mages, until they pass their first exam and they are considered adult, regardless of their age. There are seven „consecration levels“- first 4 are gotten by passing an exam, for the rest the person has to be elected. With each level, a mage gets a silver star tattoo on the back of their hand. They need to have three stars to be allowed to leave the town walls- almost half of the people never get that far. Four stars are needed to leave without supervision.

All the towns are divided in six departments- Communication, Nature, Necromancy, Alchemy, Healing and Inquisition. The specialization starts after the first exam, even though all the departments are connected and help each other.

Inquisitors‘ job is to hunt wild mages- people with magical abilities who either ran from mage towns, or were raised outside of it. They are executed, because a long time ago, mages ruled the world tyranically and people still believe that they have to be strictly controlled in order not to be dangerous to others. The town where the story takes place is located in mountains with many wild mage villages, so Inquisition is the most prestigious department.

Because magic is mostly genetic, there are old mage families which have been living near the town for generations- they are a bit like upper class, even though officially everyone is equal. All people in the town are sylvans. It’s a race of short people (usually 160-170 cm) evolved for dense forests. They tend to be slender, with long limbs and strong fingers. Their eyes have slit pupils and no white, which contributes to their excellent night vision.

Kian is a side character, but a very important one. Unlike with most other characters, I’m still not sure if I „feel“ right about him. I don’t know if he is consistent and realistic, but I can’t where exactly the mistakes might be. Writing the profile helped me a lot, but I could still use some help making him „feel more real“. I would also like to avoid any harmful stereotypes.

Thank you in advance for an answer. I’ve been following you for a few months now, reading every review and you are one of the most useful writing blogs I know. Thank you for your hard work and kind words.

General info:

Name: Killian ap Mona

Aliases: Kian

Gender: male

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Age: 26

Occupation: healer

MBTI: ESFJ

Appearance:

He is about 170-175 cm tall. He has lean, strong body, due to his regular exercise- he is naturally an ectomorph and building muscle isn’t easy for him. He has light skin with warm undertones, but he tans easily in the summer, which makes him look almost brown. Every summer a few new dark freckles appear, mostly on his arms or back.

He has wavy, light auburn hair reaching almost to his hips. During work and in hot weather he usually ties or braids it, otherwise he lets it loose. Magic use makes hair thin and break, so he uses charms to make it look denser than it really is. He also spends an awful lot of money on quality shampoos and conditioners.

He has a long face with pointy chin and thick lip. His broken nose, nordic with thin bridge, is probably his most prominent feature. He hides the imperfection with charms most of the time, even with his family. He drops the charm only with Sybil, Deidre or Arian, so most people don’t know about the injury. He spends at least an hour every day caring for his skin with ointments or masks.

He wears mostly light, flowy clothing, with bright colors and patterns. Being comfortable is a priority, but he still cares about the looks and wrong clothes can make him uncomfortable for a whole day. Most of his clothes are hand-made, either by Sybil or by himself.

Family:

Mona (mother)

She became the Head of Inquisition when Kian was twelve, casting a long shadow. Hearing how everyone praised her, Kian looked up to her, even though he saw her so infrequently that he almost didn’t remember how she looks. She has always priorized her work over everything else. Their relationship worked well enough as long as Kian did everything she demanded, but when he decided to choose his own path, she took it as a personal insult. Nowadays their interactions are mostly polite, but cold. They only see each other when they need to.

Andras (father)

He had four stars in the Inquisition department, mostly because of Mona’s interventions. He was talented and skilled, but he didn’t care about career progress. He was joyful, unpredictable, and stubborn in the most inconvenient moments. He didn’t like small children- Kian was four when he first saw him and even after that, Andras didn’t treat him like a son. He was more like a cool uncle who visits once in a while, brings new toys and exciting stories and breaks the boring, rigid schedule. He died when Kian was eight, so they didn’t have time to build a strong, meaningful relationship. Because his father‘s death was the first cause of his fear of Inquisition, Kian doesn’t talk about him and tries to forget about him.

Sybil (aunt)

Until he was four, Kian spent more time with Sybil than at home and even when he started his training, he tried to visit as often as possible. She is very down-to-earth and calm. She normally avoids conflict and compromises, but when it comes to her house, no one dares to argue or disrupt her rules. She is Kian’s role model and the only relative he trusts completely, because she is the only one who seems to share his pacifistic nature and she makes good use of her talents without hurting anyone.

Gill (uncle)

When Kian was a child, Gill was rarely home, spending most of time on missions. They got closer when they started training together. Kian likes his approches much more than Mona’s and is quite happy with it. He knows he can count on Gill, but they don’t spend much time together except for trainings.

Arian (best friend)

He was Kian’s first love. They kissed few times, but Arian found out he wasn’t attracted to guys at all. It wasn’t easy to get through this situation, but ultimately it only made their friendship stronger. They are roommates and best friends now.

Arian is generally a nice person who means everyone well, but he can be very sarcastic and has a dark sense of humor, so many people see him as mea nor cruel. He is easy-going and phlegmatic, even lazy sometimes. He leaves mess everywhere, which annoys Kian extremely, but he learned to ignore it or make him clean after himself when it becomes impossible to move in the apartment. They insult each other pretty often- he is actually the only person Kian insults, because he knows he won’t think too much of it. He also doesn’t gossip or malign people with anyone else- Arian always makes bad things funny. Kian still feels a bit guilty about saying mean things about people, but it’s a way to let off some steam.

Deidre (girlfriend)

They are both broken in a different way, trying to help each other and usually failing. She is very private and ambitious. She would give up her life for Kian, but she is ba dat understanding emotions, be it hers or others‘, and Kian tries very hard not to show his struggles. Even though she is five years younger and almost a head shorter, she can be terrifying when she’s angry and he always ends up apologizing, even if he doesn’t know why. Their relationship looks flawless from outside, because neither of them wants other to know about their problems. In reality they fight regularly, but the strenght of their bond shines when one of them has a serious problem.

She has a natural respect for authority. She never speaks against her superiors, except when it comes to Kian. She knows he yields, so she argues on his behalf. He knows she is bad with people, so he tries to calm her, explains her resons to the other side and reconcile them with her.

Personality:

He is one of those people who know everyone. He genuinely likes spending time with people, be at work, on a party, or in a canteen waiting for food. He can find a way to talk to anyone. He prefers small talk over deep conversations on important subjects, especially with people he doesn’t know well. He isn’t interested in topics like politics, religion, or history and can get bored with them quite quickly- instead he prefers to talk about practical or hobbies.

Some people call him vain, because of all the care he puts in his appearance, but he is actually quite humble- he just likes to be surrounded by pretty things, and since he has to look in the mirror every day, he doesn’t want the image he sees to be ugly. He likes to redecorate the apartment with his own pictures, usually portraits of people or animals.

The mood of other people affects him a lot. If he spends a lot of time with someone, he can notice even slight changes in their behavior and he always does his best to help, even on his own expense. Conflicts with someone are the worst thing imaginable for him and he does everything he can to avoid them. Saying ‚no‘ is still hard for him., which makes him easily manipulated. If someone starts a fight, or even raises their voice, he surrenders or apologizes, anything so he doesn’t have to argue. He doesn’t care if he was right, what’s important is that the conflict is settled and atmosphere is good again.

While he enjoys social events, gatherings or visits, he likes to have everything planned. Having to improvise or change plans in the last minute stressed him and tires him, but since he never complains, many people think it is okay to just come knocking at his door and drag him somewhere. When Deidre is around, Kian relies on her to fend off the intruders.

His life is motivated by two things, which sometimes conflict with each other. He wants to make his loved ones happy, especially his mother , who can’t imagine him as anything other than high-ranking inquisitor. On the other hand, if he was deciding on his own, he would want nothing more than a simple life in Healing department, where he could help people directly without hurting anyone or risking death all the time.

Backstory:

In mage society, unlike the feudal societies all around them, a role or job can’t be inherited. However, the role of Head of Inquisition has been in Kian’s family for many generations- his mother was elected after her uncle, who was elected after his father, who was elected after his grandmother, etc. As her only child, Mona always expected him to go in her steps and become Head of Inquisition after her, or at least build a decent career here. She took him to meetings and started training him from age four, never considering the option that he would choose a different department.

Kian paid attention and tried to do his best, because it was the only way he could get his mother’s attention. She took it as a sign that he likes it and pushed him even more. It was kind of a game for Kian, until his father died on mission. His mother was devastated for a while, but she seemed to move on pretty well, like everyone else. They considered death of close ones to be a normal part of life. But Kian couldn’t stop thinking about it, imagining his easy-going dad dying alone and afraid. He started to be afraid of inquisitor’s work, but he was more afraid of his mother’s disappointment, so he kept going as usually.

His exceptional talent and intense training got him third star by the age of 17, which meant he could go on missions with supervision. By that time he almost got rid of his fears and he felt proud for being the youngest person on the mission. Everything went well until it was time to execute the group of wild mages they have been hunting. Kian was so sick that he threw up and he’s had nightmares about the execution ever since. He refused to go on any other mission. For Mona it was the ultimate disappointment and she told him so in a heated argument. He changed his mind, thinking he can manage and get used to it. It didn’t work. He couldn’t pay attention and do his job properly. On his next mission he got injured and he nearly died- luckily they were near a hospice where a couple of healing mages were helping out.

After they treated the the worst injuries, the mages tasked Arian, their youngest and least experienced member, to take care of Kian’s recovery. During the two weeks they spend together, they became fast friends and Kian developed his first real crush. Through Arian, Kian finally learned about other departments and started seeing them as a real option. He tried to postpone his next mission as much as possible. He only did easy, safe work, claiming his injuries are still bugging him. When he couldn’t avoid it any longer, he told his mother he won’t go on any other mission and asked to switch departments.

She was furious at first, but he was 21, adult by laws of every country she knew, and she had no legal reason to deny his wish. In her frustration, she told him that if he throws his talent away like this, she would disown him. Instead of making him think reasonably and stay where she wanted him, it was the last push he needed to cut her off. He packed his things and went to Sybil’s house, where he stayed for two weeks.

There he met Deidre. She has been training with Gill, who was on mission at the moment. Kian offered to help her and regretted it immediately, but he found out training wasn’t bad when it was with someone who actually wanted to do it. They grew close in that time and frequently saw each other even after that, when Kian moved in with Arian.

They started dating shortly after that. Mona wasn’t happy about it at first, because of her distrust of mages born out of the society, but Deidre finally won her over with her hard work, passion for inquisition and natural respect for autorities. Because of her, Mona regained her relationship with Kian, even though her interactions with both him and Deidre are still cold and professional.

Kian’s beginnings in the Healing department were far from easy, but he was determined to do the best he could and managed to get the fourth star when he was 25. He was still a bit disappointed when his mother showed no interest in this achievement, but he has more people he can rely on now, who are more supportive of his choices, so he’s slowly learning not to take her opinion so seriously.

Hello there!

There are a lot of things about this profile and Kian that are absolutely spot on. The personality description of Kian as a people-pleasing extrovert is excellent. It lets me see him clearly, it expands into his overall motivations, and it stems out of his background. Rarely do I see a profile where all three sections mesh together so clearly. Well Done!

I am missing a bit of how Kian fits into the overall story. You tell us that he’s a side character, but not who the main character is. He certainly seems to have a life of his own; as a gregarious extrovert, do you find him taking over scenes he’s in? You said he doesn’t ‘feel’ right to you, is it because he’s his own story? Because he feels very fleshed out on this side of things. As far as stereotypes and avoiding them, I haven’t seen anything in here that looks stereotypical to me. I will say, however, that myself and others have found it impossible to keep everyone happy when writing bisexual characters. If they end up with the same sex, people say they were just kidding themselves; if they end up with the opposite, people call it baiting. Switch back and forth and people start slut-shaming. Be true to your character and realize you can’t make everyone happy.

Speaking of making everyone happy, Kian has two motivations in life which are at direct conflict with each other: pleasing his Mother and others, and being a healer. He seems to choose life as a healer. Does the fact that he’s consciously displeasing his Mother weigh on him? Does it motivate him to be the best healer possible? Does it give him the freedom to not please everyone? Does he hide his past from the people who don’t know about it? Let it inform his choices and I think you’ll find a place for him.

Happy Writing!

-Shields

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