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dreamdolldiary · 2 years ago

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#𝟏𝟎𝟎𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

This is how we are NOT going to wait until the new year (or a new whatever) to be the best version of ourselves, we are going to change now.

When you want to change, change. Don't wait for anything.

There are about 100 days until the new year. That is 3 months. You can get so much done within that timeframe.

But with the "new year" aside, please know that there is absolutely no rush to improve. It can be July and you can still decide to "reinvent" yourself. This is just a fun thing to do and keep track of.

Not a "challenge" but a way to stay accountable for your goals for a better you.

୨୧ Here is how we are going to absolutely kill it!

1. Pick a number of goals (3-4, both small and large) for every aspect of your life.

Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, professional, personal.

Physical: 10k steps a day, working on being sober, moving your body around more, getting into bed earlier, reducing screen time, cooking healthier meals, brushing your hair, wearing the nice clothes you're saving for a "special occasion", trying out new looks and clothes, venturing out new styles, upgrading your basic hygiene routine, celibacy, drink more water

Mental: writing down your thoughts, keeping track of your emotions both negative and positive and what triggers them. Get rid of the negative triggers and bring in more of the positive triggers.

Emotional: getting in touch with a therapist, dedicating a journal to release you emotions instead of bottling them in, talking to friends, anger management

Professional: working 1 hour or more of deep work to improve your skills, networking events

Personal: find your old hobbies, discover new ones, pleaseee get a hobby. seriously! trying out new restaurants and cafes, complimenting people and be open to making new friends.

Spiritual: meditation, prayers to yourself or religion you are a part of, nature/solitude walks. These are super important, it brings you peace of mind and a time to really be with yourself and be at peace after your jam packed days

Finance: learn how to budget, no impulse spending, learn how to invest, find a way to increase your income

Important habits to have: waking up and going to bed early, planning your next day, having a set routine and freedom to change it to fit your priorities

Important skills to build: time management and how to focus better

These are just some ideas and I know looking at this list can be overwhelming so you need to remember and understand that you are not going to be doing every single one of these every single day. You are going to pick a few from each category (and seriously, if you think about it, I discuss this in the next section about time blocking, it really does not take a lot of time. Trust me.) and include them into your daily routine.

2. Setting up reasonable time blocks for these goals. Revamp your schedule to fit your goals around your life.

Getting up early is how you get more done in a day. Yes, you can reach your goals even with a full time job.

I work almost 12 hour shifts every week day while taking care of kids, my dog, basically running a household and I still get so much done.

So you've picked your goals. Great. Now take a look at your schedule and figure out what things are taking up most of your time. Is it a long commute? Spending too much time scrolling on your phone? Waking up late? Going to bed late?

Example of time blocking/a schedule:

☆ Mornings:

4am-5am: exercise, pray/meditate

5am-7am: study

8am-4pm: get ready for the day and go to work.

during your work break, you can read a book, get steps in, meditate, have a nice meal.

☆ Evenings:

4pm-5pm: get back from work, eat, catch up with family or have alone time

5pm-7pm: review any notes, clean, meal prep, attend a class you may have, do laundry

7pm-9pm: plan the next day if you have appointment or deadlines, shower, go to bed

Assess how you spend your time and utilize it. Instead of scrolling on your phone during your free time, spend time with your loved ones (pets, kids, partner), instead of staying in one place while you're on a call, walk around to get steps in, there is always a way to implement your goals into your daily life.

Notice how I say fit your goals around your life. You don't want to be taking away important things like errands, jobs, school, being a parent just meet your goals- no. Use your time wisely. That's all. You can fit them.

On the larger goals like taking up a class/large skill, like dancing and painting. On fridays, you'll have dance class and on other days that you have free, you'll be painting a piece or reading your anticipated book, learning a language, trying out a new recipe, planning the next day, taking a spontaneous art class, etc!

Weekends.

Because I work a lot, I like to use weekends to really do deep work. Intensive study sessions. And because I deep work (work with no distractions) I don't need to study all day. I'm getting so much done in little time that I'll be done by the afternoon and I can go out and do errands, get all dressed up and have a nice day out in the city, or just have a relaxing day by doing chores, watching a nice movie and more!

3. Setting up a system so you can actually stick to those goals.

Keep a journal to keep track of what you did today. If you didn't reach a goal that day (and that's okay), ask yourself why? and how does it make you feel? Then take action on what you can do to reach it tomorrow.

Switching. We all know it’s best to not push yourself so hard. For example, don’t do intense exercise everyday. Walking and dancing throughout the day counts as exercise too, so by switching (depending on YOUR goals), you’ll have time for your other goals as well. Here is an example: on a rest day of no exercising, maybe that day is the night I have a ballet class. That is exercise as well. So instead of exercising in the very early hours of my day, I can use that time instead to do more studying OR have more time doing something else.

which means I can do one do the following: spend more time with my pet, read a few pages of my book, make a new recipe, etc.

Ex. 4am-5am - on a no-exercise day, i can study during that time instead. 6am-7am - more time to tackle my other goals.

Create a foundation. If you have an amazing day, felt very productive and accomplished, what's a habit that really helped? For me, it's always getting up early. If I wake up late because I slept late or my alarm didn't go off, my day is thrown off by a landslide. So if you had an off day, figure out why and maybe your foundation can help.

★ That’s all!

If you have questions or need an example to jump off from, click below to read more on how I personally did my reset and how I am still able to get much more done with a full time job.

Stay safe, prospering, and amazing!

Share your accountability posts with the tag #100DaysWithDDD or we can chat through my inbox if you need extra tips, questions or want to share how you're doing/did.

I will be logging my days too, you can find my goals here.

Welcome, welcome!

Here is an example of what I did when I did my reset and still doing now with working.

I chose my goals. I was studying deeply, spending more time with my dog who I felt bad would be bored during my study hours, be more active, get through my books.

How did I start? First of all I got up earlier and went to bed earlier. I noticed that I focus better in the mornings so I would stretch, workout and started studying. Next, I would get ready (nice clothes, my face is clear, hair is brushed), take my dog out, play with him, etc and head to work. See? I already tackled so many of my goals there! Physical, personal, and professional.

Want to get more books in, want to meditate, want to journal? Listen to an audiobook or podcast while you drive, commute, or have a lunch break at school or work. Or don't. Sit in silence and let your mind wander, let those unconscious ideas come up! That's also a form of meditation and having more creative skills.

During my study breaks, I would stretch, walk my dog. Another break, I catch up with the kids, do any short tasks like laundry, mini tidying up. Any break, at all I would do micro-task.

I stopped doing useless things like spending so much time on my phone for what? If I was truly bored, I had done all my tasks but I didn't feel like getting up or doing anything, I would go on my phone... to clean out apps and my camera roll (which has A LOT of things on it I still need to get through). That's the only time I would go on my phone really. The lack of storage on my phone makes it lag- I'm heavily scolding my past hoarder self for keeping so many photos on there

If you work a desk job, get up for phone calls, take laps when there is nothing to do, just get your body moving! Stretch! There is always something to do, you just have to know how and what.

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staylovesmiley · 11 months ago

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Going Dumb~ Chapter 5

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 specific chapter TW; sexual harassment in the work place, heavily implied SA but nothing too graphic, sexism in a way but it’s revolving their sub genders- if this is something that will make you uncomfortable skip from the first pink text to the last

You walked the inkigayo halls, arms hugging yourself tightly as you were lead by a staff member to the stray kids green room at one of the many music shows they performed during comebacks.

Having been invited to come support them at their last performance, you didn’t want to miss it despite feeling completely out of place as you followed the staff past multiple different idols and their own staff members tending to different matters or filming dance challenges together in locations you had only ever seen on the small screen of your phone via social media.

Once at the green room, the staff knocked before pushing the door open and motioning for you to go in first. At the sight of you, the members perked up where they were getting ready. Minho made his way to you, batting off the stylist who began glaring at him for stopping her in the middle of touching up his makeup. “Bunny! You made it here okay, yeah? Wasn’t too confusing?” The alpha questioned, pulling you into his arms which you accepted happily. “Mhm the staff was very nice helping me find the way here, thank you for sending them to get me.” You giggled, nuzzling into his embrace though both of you wore scent blockers so neither were able to properly scent each other.

From his place on the edge of the couch, Seungmin put his phone down and walked over to greet you. “Hyung if you don’t let the stylist noona finish she’s gonna scold you….again.” With that, the alpha’s eyes widened and he quickly made his way back over to where the stylist was waiting to finish applying the final touches to her work.

Seungmin chuckled at the older male before turning to you with a shy, awkward smile. “I’m glad you could make it, Bunny.” You returned the smile, nodding to him as you gave him a brief hug. “I’m happy you guys invited me.”

The others watched fondly, happy to see the two of you getting along. It had been a little over a week since the two of you had your talk and made up and the other members were thrilled to hear that all was well.

“Wait a minute, so you really had a badass bodyguard and you thought she was just being annoying?!” Changbin had asked with wide eyes when Seungmin had relayed the truth of what you had told him. “Yeah I guess so��.I didn’t realize people were trying to bully me- Bunny really was looking out for me…”

Minho shook his head at him, arms crossed over his chest as he had leaned against the wall of the living room. “If you didn’t have such a huge stick up your ass then you could have had this cleared up a lot sooner.” Seungmin sighed, looking down at his lap. “I know, hyung….I’m really sorry to you all too for how I was acting- I really don’t get why I was being so stubborn..” with a pout on his face he looked to his pack members for forgiveness, which they granted easily. Minho even came over and pulled the younger into a tight embrace.

“We can’t be mad at you forever, puppy. What matters is you’ve realized you were in the wrong and you are working to make it right now.” The Alpha gave him a squeeze before sending him a sharp look. “Besides, if you start acting up again you’ll wish the only punishment you receive is a slap to the face and a scolding.” The beta nodded frantically, eyes wide as he knew not to challenge the older’s threats.

In the week leading up to this finale music show performance you had been added to a group chat with all of the members who kept tabs on you during your stay at the hotel to make sure all was well. You had bonded with them, shared a few late meals during their free time while promoting.

Since they were so busy with their schedules and you with your own job you didn’t get to see them as often as they would have liked, as often as they would if you were still living at the dorm, but nonetheless you had all gotten close.

Seungmin pulled away, nodding back to you. There was still a slightly awkward air around the two of you as guilt still clung to the beta over his behavior towards you, and you were unsure where exactly you stood in terms of friendship with him after your reality of your youth from his per was shattered by the knowledge of how he had seen you all these years.

Once Minho had finished getting his makeup done he made his way over to the couch in the middle of the room and patted the spot next to him. Despite how rocky your friendship with Seungmin was, you’d say you had gotten to be pretty close with the second oldest.

His kindness to you in the first days of your arrival had stuck with you and he seemed to bring this sense of calm over you when you needed it most. Through talks with Jisung you learned he did the same for him, that it was just something about the Alpha that gave off a calming presence that helped the younger with his anxiety a lot especially during their trainee and pre-debut days.

You made your way over but before you could sit on the couch beside him, Minho pulled you down into his lap causing a pink blush to flood your cheeks and if it weren’t for the scent blockers you currently had on the entire building would be aware of your flustered state no doubt.

The alpha gave you an innocent smile, bunny teeth on display causing you to flush deeper and hide your face behind your hands. “Awe bunny’s shy, boys.” He teased, poking at your sides. “Cut it out, Min- I didn’t know you were gonna pull me on you like that.” You groaned, batting his hands away and laughing lightly at his prodding.

Jisung came to sit in the seat you were originally planning to take and quickly pulled you away from the dancer with his strong arms. “Leave her alone, hyung. Look how red you’ve made her.” He laughed, fanning at your face with his free hand while the other rested at your waist. The attention only served to feed your flustered state and cause you to bury your face in the crook of the young alpha’s neck. “Han not you too-“

Everyone erupted in laughter at the two teasing you, finding it unbelievably adorable how easily it was to rile you up. From across the room, Seungmin watched you carefully with a slight flush of his own. He felt his chest tighten slightly as he watched the way you interacted with his pack. At this point, Hyunjin had joined in the teasing and was currently trying to coax you into lifting your head from the rapper’s neck and come sit with him instead for a cuddle, whining that you were showing favoritism for the pair on the couch.

You raised your head only enough to look over at Seungmin with pleading eyes, the relentless attention from the pack causing your face to remain a light shade of pink and you let out a slight whimper of distress at the embarrassment that the others didn’t seem to catch over the laughter and teasing of the trio surrounding you. “Okay that’s enough- give her some space.”

The beta came to your rescue, carefully helping you out of Han’s lap and into a single seat beside the couch. “Thank you-“ you said softly, nodding to him. Seungmin nodded back, rubbing your back gently before moving back to his spot in the stylist’s chair.

The rest of the time in the green room was spent chatting with Felix about a new banana bread recipe he wanted you to try whenever they got a break long enough for him to bake it for you, helping Jeongin with a caption he wanted in english for a new Instagram post, and watching at they goofed off for the cameras filming behind the scenes content for their YouTube.

Before you knew it they were being called to stage, each of the boys giving you a smile or a wave as they lined up to head out the door. Minho sent you a wink, causing Seungmin to huff a bit under his breath before going and patting the top of your head where you still sat in the chair he had helped you to earlier. “You’ll watch on the screen from here, yeah? I’d send you out to the crowd but it can get a little crazy and I don’t want anyone giving you a hard time.” He explained, an apologetic expression on his face. “Of course, it’s okay I don’t mind. I’m just glad I could be here to support you!” You said with a bright smile, leaning up to give him a kiss to the cheek before you could overthink whether the gesture was appropriate with your current standing with one another.

The action caused the others to squeal or tease as the beta flushed a deep shade of pink and left with a nod to you, hurrying to the stage with the other members. His mind was moving a mile a minute, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as a hand came to gently touch where you had kissed it the second one of the members looked over to see he pretended to be rubbing it off with a false look of disgust on his features.

You sat back in your chair and tried to relax while the staff around you busied themselves preparing for when the pack returned from the stage. You felt like there was something you should be doing to help but also weren’t sure if you would get in the way or not.

Suddenly one of the staff was turning the volume up on the tv as everyone settled down to watch the performance.

The stage lights shown a bright red, casting a hue over the members clad in all black military style outfits for the stage. Once the music began, you felt yourself sit up a bit straighter as your attention locked onto the performance on the screen.

They were incredible. You had seen their performances online plenty of times while keeping up with Seungmin from afar. Even though it was still through a screen, something about knowing they were just outside the green rooms and down the corridor performing seemed to make you beam with pride for them.

You felt entranced, watching them glide across the stage, unable to decide who to focus on as they danced with such passion you felt as if they were shaking the ground even back in the room you were hidden away in to watch them.

As the last part of the music played, you felt your cheeks grow a bit hot as Seungmin took center stage. His gaze was intense and you felt your cheeks heating up slightly as if he were staring into your soul through the screen. Suddenly the camera shifted to Chan for his falsetto and you felt a smile come to your face to match the one he wore, and then it was Minho in center as he belted out the final lines of the song.

There was a slight growl laced in his voice, the rasp of it causing butterflies to erupt in your chest and a hand to cover your face instinctively as if here were there beside you still teasing you like he had been earlier.

As the stage ended your hands slid back into your lap, and you watched as the camera showed a very smiley Chan making cute gestures before switching to Felix who did the same as the older alpha, causing you to giggle at their actions.

Suddenly the room was back into action as staff moved to finish everything for the members return. Just as you were standing to offer your help the door burst open and the loud sounds of the pack could be heard entering through it. Your head whipped around to face them and you swore you probably looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Some of the members were already sans parts of their costumes, having taken off jackets and other smaller accessories and handed them off to a stylist who had followed them to the stage. You watched as sweat slowly dripped down Hyunjin’s neck and bit your lower lip, willing yourself to look away just as Felix came into view with Jisung in tow. “So? What did you think? I know it wasn’t the best view most likely but we are still glad you could come!” Felix cheered, his voice more high pitched than usual to match his energy as he bounced lightly on the heels of his feet in front of you.

With a softly laugh, amused by the alpha, you shook your head at him. “It was fine, really- you guys did so well I felt like I was right at the edge of the stage cheering you on.” You said with honesty as you replayed the performance in your mind. Felix beamed, along with Jisung, and the two quickly pulled you over to the couch to sit between them while the others began getting out of their performance clothes and into things comfortable.

Felix laid his head on your shoulder, causing the beta across the room to growl lightly startling the three of you on the couch. Chan swatted at the back of his head when he growled at the alphas on either side of you. “Stop being like that, pup.” The three of your couldn’t help but giggle as the second youngest got scolded, watching as he pouted and made his way to the room to change out of his stage clothes.

As he passed by, he heard a low voice saying “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were an alpha how you’re trying to stake some kind of claim on her.” It was Hyunjin, teasing from where he came out of the restroom and walked by on his way into the main part of the green room.

This statement made the younger blush, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “I just think it’s a bit much for you guys to be all over her like that when you barely know her is all….”

Back on the couch, Jisung bid a temporary farewell as he left to get changed. The space he once occupied was quickly replaced as Hyunjin stole the seat and soon you were deep in conversation with the two alphas about how work had been for you lately.

“Honestly it’s been pretty nice so far. Most of my students are easy, diligent, and extremely bright. I think I lucked out there-“ you said with a sigh, thinking of some of the horror stories you had heard from other teachers. “Any more issues with your coworkers?” Minho spoke up from behind you as he made his way over and leaned over you from the back of the couch to make eye contact.

You hesitated, the alpha watching you intently with a quirked brow and a look that told you that you better be honest with him or he’d find out the truth anyways. “Yeah, a little…but it’s nothing too serious really just some looks-“ the alpha glared, his look pointed and digging for more from you. “A-And maybe a comment or two?”

Minho blinked slowly before letting out a soft sigh. “Bunny I told you that you need to go to your boss if they continued to give you trouble…you promised” you frowned, gaze falling to your lap as you felt ashamed you hadn’t kept your promise. “I know and I’m sorry- I just don’t feel like it’s worth making a big deal of you know? It’s nothing I can’t handle….people are going to be ignorant.”

To your right, Felix placed a hand on your knee to get your attention. Once you looked up to meet his eyes he gave a warm smile and nodded towards where Minho still stood looming behind you. “Hyung has a point….it’s better to be safe than sorry. You could always just bring it up casually with your boss the next time you see them? Just bring it to their attention so there is record of it…”

Nodding, you bit your tongue as you neglected to tell them that your boss had been present for multiple incidents where an alpha coworker made a comment about your subgender or even your body. All she had done was chuckled or even agreed with their comments. You had also felt her eyes lingering on you from time to time as you left a room she was in or walked past her in the hall. It made it feel impossible to broach the topic with her and feel like anything would be done, and you couldn’t risk losing this job already.

The topic was forgotten once all the members were changed and all the staff had packed up the room. A manager soon came in to round them up and bring them out to the cars. “Are you coming back with us?” Chan asked, walking up to where you were standing with Seungmin and Changbin by the entrance and making sure you had everything you had brought with you. “I don’t know…am I allowed?” You questioned back, looking up slightly at the pack alpha as the smell of the ocean washed over you. He wasn’t wearing any blockers and it had you wondering if that was because of his rank or something else as you swore he wasn’t wearing them earlier either.

Chan nodded, a bright smile on his lips as he nudged you lightly. “Always. We’ve missed having you at the dorm, you know…we can order some food once we get there and have a night in to celebrate the end of our music show promotions.” You nodded, returning his smile before following them out into the hall. “Ride with me?” Seungmin leaned down and whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened slightly, still not used to the beta being polite with you after everything when you had first arrived. “Yeah um if you want me to?” He nodded, giving you a shy smile just before the doors opened leading to where the cars were parked at the side of the building.

Once outside you felt a bit taken aback by the cameras flashing and the people shouting things to the kids, trying desperately to get their attention. From time to time you would hear or see one of them respond or give a heart and a smile to the crowd as they made their way into one of the two cars waiting for them. As you tried to put distance between you and the boys, attempting to blend in with the staff as to not cause them any trouble should the fans or press get the wrong idea, Seungmin frowned and took hold of your arm to pull you closer to his side.

Your eyes widened, head snapping to look up at him with a questioning look as if to silently ask of this was okay. The last thing you wanted to do was get him in trouble with the company after he was so hellbent on you causing issues for him when you had first arrived. All he did was smile at you in return, his hand slipping down from where it held your arm to intertwine his fingers with your own and give a gentle squeeze. “Minnie?” You asked, just loud enough for him to hear.

The beta only shrugged before raising his other hand to wave to stays who were suddenly erupting with questions as to who was at his side, holding hands with their beloved idol. Your face began to heat up at all of the attention, but you tried to shake it off as you were ushered into the suv and into a seat in the back with Seungmin and Felix.

As Minho and Jeongin entered the car their manager hopped in the passenger seat and soon they were on their way back to the dorm. “What the fuck was that all about, pup?” Minho questioned, looking over his shoulder to the back seat where Seungmin sat beside you. “What do you mean? I was just making sure bunny got to the car safely.” He said with a another shrug of his shoulders like he had earlier when you had questioned him. “Yeah while also making a scene out of it. Stay are gonna be going crazy online about this, you know…”

Wincing, you placed your head in your hands but Seungmin seemed proud of himself. “And? I’m not aloud to have friends outside the seven of you?” Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. “They won’t take it that way and you know it. Besides- our bunny isn’t in the idol world. Did you stop to think what that could do to her personal life?” That caused Seungmin’s expression to falter and his face to fall. “No- I didn’t…”

You sighed, shaking your head before laying your head on Felix shoulder to the other side of you and causing Seungmin to feel a slight pang in his chest. “I’ll be okay…I just hope you don’t get any backlash from that.” Minho calling you theirs hadn’t slipped by you, and it caused your heart to flutter and a blush to creep up your neck to your cheeks and the tips of your ears but you didn’t feel it was anything worth dwelling on and just more of the older alpha’s lighthearted teasing.

“I’ll be fine. Sure I keep some things private but you are a part of our lives now, so everyone can just get used to it.” You nodded at Seungmin’s words, though you felt there was deeper meaning behind his actions that he himself may not even be fully aware of. He was so smart yet could be so oblivious about himself you were learning.

Back at the dorm, the time you had to spend with the pack was unfortunately cut short as you had work early the next morning. Just as you were about to call a car service for a ride back to your hotel, Minho stepped up and began slipping on his shoes and grabbed a set of keys from a bowl in the entry way table. “Don’t bother, I’ll drive you.” He said, leaving no room for arguments. “Um, okay? As long as you’re sure.” He nodded and soon you were following him to the garage and sliding into the passenger seat of his car.

The drive was mostly quiet, the car radio playing softly and creating a comfortable atmosphere as you were surrounded by the smell of warm caramel. “I’m sorry about the puppy earlier…” he said suddenly, clearing his throat.

You looked over at him slightly puzzled. “What, the hand holding thing? Seungmin didn’t mean anything bad by it-“ you responded softly, shrugging your shoulders as you relaxed back into your seat. “He may not have meant anything bad but…you didn’t asked to be put in the spotlight like that and you had no time to prepare.” He said with a sigh.

As the reality sunk in, you realized what he was trying to say. “Oh….I don’t think I thought of it really- I’m not on social media much anyways so I doubt they’d be able to find me?” He shook his head, pulling into the parking garage of the hotel. “You’d be surprised…just- stay off any socials for a bit until we can figure out something to say? I don’t want you to see anything bad some of our uh- fans might say. If you can call people like that fans…”

You giggled a bit at the disgusted face he made, unbuckling your seatbelt before leaning over the center console to give the alpha a hug. “I’ll be okay, Min. Text me when you get back?” He nodded, returning the hug before letting go and watching you enter the building. Once he was sure you were inside safely, Minho drove off and back to the dorms while smiling at how your scent lingered in his car since you had taken off your blockers while at the dorm at his and the others insistence.

The next day at work started as normal as it had been since you had began teaching there. You had almost completely forgotten about the incident while leaving inkigayo where Seungmin had unintentionally placed an invisible target on your back.

By lunch a few students had come up to you, none from your class fortunately, to ask you if that was you they had seen pictures of with Stray Kids. You weren’t sure if you we’re allowed to say, since Minho had implied they were going to make some sort of statement, so you simply shook your head and told them to go back to their class.

Later, while walking to a supply closet down the hall to get something you needed for a lesson the next day, you felt as someone quite a bit taller than you approached from behind. As you started to turn to see who it was and what they may need since they were walking so close to you you felt your body being slammed against the wall to your left. You winced, a hand flying to hold where your head had hit the hard surface with a decent amount of force fearing you may have a slight concussion from the impact. As you looked to see who it was who had pushed you, your eyes widened as you were face to face with one of the main coworkers who had been giving you trouble recently.

-stop here and pick up again at the next pink text to skip TW listed at the beginning of the chapter-

Kim Hanseo was one of the alphas they warn you about when you present as an omega, the ones who are stuck in the times where rank meant more than just your biology and alphas were allowed to practically do whatever they wanted without consequence as they were seen to be above everyone else.

From the moment he found out that they had hired an omega foreigner to teach at the school, he felt he had some sort of power over you because of his subgender. He would constantly make his advances on you known even though you dismissed them every time.

Because of the blockers you wore he couldn’t smell any alpha’s scent on you but he had assumed that you belonged to one since you were so adamantly rejecting him and what available omega in their right might would turn down an alpha’s advances he thought.

Of course, this didn’t stop the comments or hungry eyes watching your every move. Maybe you’d see what a better alpha he was than whoever you returned home to at the end of the day and come crawling begging for him to take you as his.

That’s why when he saw you plastered all over social media hand in hand with a lowly beta he felt a rage boil inside of him. You had been denying him because of someone of a lesser rank? How dare you do that to him, to place someone below him at your side when you should belong to him.

When he saw you exiting your classroom that afternoon he couldn’t stop himself before he was trailing after to confront you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, omega?!” The man growled as his face was mere inches from your own. “All over that filthy beta when you should be mine.”

You looked at him with anger starting to flood your expression. “What are you even talking about? look I’ve tried to be polite but I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m not interested for you to understa-“ before you could finish your words his mouth was pressed to yours in a sloppy miscalculated kiss.

Everything felt wrong as the alpha pressed his full body up against your own, effectively pinning you to the wall. Immediately you began to push him away with both palms flat against his chest. “Get the fuck away from me!” You shouted, hoping the sound of your voice so loud and in distress would alert others in the building to come to your aid.

Hanseo only chuckled darkly and began kissing and sucking at your neck causing you to hit at his shoulders and chest as hard as you could until his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wall by your head. “Stop fighting what you know you want. It’s in your nature to submit to me, omega. Give. In.” He growled into your ear, grinding up against your pinned body and letting out a low moan.

You began thrashing around, trying to get away as you saw another coworker coming down the hall and started shouting for them to help. The coworker in question was another alpha, Choi Juwon, and you hoped that with his help you’d be able to get away from Hanseo and be able to lock yourself in your classroom until you could get in touch with the principal or superintendent to make them aware of the situation.

However you were sorely mistaken, and instead of helping the other alpha simply smirked at the two of you as he approached. “What do we have here, hyung?” Juwon asked the man on top of you, tilting his head in a mockingly cute way and causing your stomach to turn at the disgusting smile he wore. “This omega here thinks she doesn’t belong to me. She’s been hanging around some beta just cause he’s famous and thinks he’s better than us.”

The younger of the two alphas scoffed. “Is that so?” He asked, eyes locked with yours as you pleaded with him still to help you. “Gonna show her that only a real alpha can ever make her feel good. Help me get her to the bathroom.” Juwon nodded and despite your kicking and screaming they were able to grab hold of your arms and legs and start carrying you towards the closest restroom on that floor just a few feet down the hallway you had been stopped in.

“Please stop! Put me down! Get away from me!!” You started to cry, still attempting to kick and scratch at them while screaming so loud your voice was starting to give out. Your cries seemed to fall on deaf ears as no one came, and as soon as the bathroom door closed behind the three of you your fate was unfortunately sealed.

-TW over though the rest of this chapter contains the aftermath and so a mild TW is still in place, proceed with caution though I will be vague about what happened and will only be calling it “the attack”-

As your attackers left the restroom, door slamming closed behind them, you crawled from your spot slumped on the floor against the wall and reached up to lock it.

You were alone, shivering and unable to speak above a whisper due to your constant screaming for help over the course of the attack. You found your phone when it had fallen out of the pocket of your skirt and with shaky hands called the first contact you could think of.

As you sat listening to the line ring a few times you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror, wincing as you pulled your legs to your chest in search of some form of comfort. As soon as you heard his voice, you felt tears sting at the corners of your eyes. “Bunny? Is everything okay? Shouldn’t you be in class-“

Seungmin was currently heading to the convenience store with Jeongin before vocal lessons, wanting to get something small to eat knowing that things usually ran late with their vocal coach and it would be a while before they could eat dinner. You struggled to speak, throat incredibly sore and unable to say what exactly had happened to you. “M-Minnie please….I need you to come get me.” His hand fell from where it was about to open the door to the 7/11 and he turned to look at Jeongin with eyes full of worry. The sound of your voice so small and the tears he could hear were threatening to spill set him on edge as he took hold of the maknae’s hand and turned to start walking back to the company to get to a car.

“Bunny what happened? Are you okay? Are you safe?” His voice gave away his panic, unable to mask how worried he was while frantically searching the parking garage for either his or Jeongin’s cars. “M’safe for now but please hurry….I’m- I don’t think I can stand on my own right now.” You didn’t mean to scare him but your words only caused him to panic more as he grabbed the keys from his pocket and threw them to Jeongin, mouthing for him to drive to the school where you worked.

You listened on the line as you heard the sound of the car starting up, Jeongin asking what was wrong and for a second you thought of asking for the beta to come alone but decided against it for fear that one of your attackers would see him and if he were alone do something to hurt him as well. “Stay on the phone until I get there, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

The entire ride Seungmin felt as if he was going to burst into flames from how fast his mind was going with the worry and anxiety flooding over him. He’s sure if he wasn’t wearing scent blockers others would feel nauseous at the scent of him. Jeongin stayed silent, not sure what was going on but he had a feeling whatever it is he needed to keep a level head for both your sake and Seungmin’s.

Once they had arrived, Seungmin barely waited for the car to slow down before he was opening the door and making a mad dash for the entrance. “Hyung wait- fuck-“ Jeongin quickly put the car in park, praying in his head that he wouldn’t be towed as he took off after the other.

The singers made their way through the halls while you gave directions to Seungmin as best as you could with your voice straining to speak at a level loud enough to be heard over the sounds of their foot steps running through the halls to get to you.

Soon you heard banging both on the door to the restroom you were in as well as over the phone and so you moved out of the way of the door with a wince and reached up to unlock it. “Come in-“ you said as loudly as you could, hoping they could hear. It must have been loud enough or they heard the click of the lock because soon the door was pushed open and you didn’t think you’d ever been so happy to see anyone before.

“Minnie-“ you whispered as tears started to roll down your cheeks. The beta was on his knees in front of you before he could even process what he was doing, the smell of bitter orange and two scents unfamiliar to him but undoubtedly alpha made his stomach wretch but instead of pulling away he took your hands into his and began looking you over.

Parts of your top were torn and exposed parts of your bra underneath, the rest of your clothes crumpled and he swore there were stains that looked like blood on your skirt. Bruises littered your body and he felt his blood boil at the thought that someone had done all of this to you.

Jeongin stood by the door, watching from a distance as Seungmin pulled you close to rest his forehead against yours. A low growl rumbling from his chest at the smells in the room and it took everything within him not to track down whoever’s scent that was and rip their throats out himself.

You sniffled, looking up into Seungmin’s eyes as he rested your foreheads against each other and gave a gentle squeeze to your hands. “Who did this to you?” His voice dropped with venom though his demeanor came off as gentle and comforting to you, nose nudging yours softly as he waited for you to respond. All you did was shake your head and whisper shakily. “Please take me home…I don’t want to be here anymore.”

The beta raised his head and gave Jeongin a look, nodding towards you before turning back to meet you questioning stare. “Innie is gonna carry you down to the car, is that okay?” After looking up at where the young alpha stood now beside Seungmin, you gave him a weak smile before nodding in agreement. “Okay-“

Seungmin moved out of the way to make room for the youngest, standing up and looking around the room while rubbing his palms again his thighs anxiously as he thought of the next course of action. Jeongin was careful to scoop you up and into his arms bridal style, holding you close for a moment before standing and adjusting his hold to be more secure. “Hyung, take my blocker off and put it on Bunny.” He said, baring his neck to the other singer who was quick to do as asked.

“What? Why?” You spoke softly, looking up at the youngest with still tearful eyes that made his heart pinch painfully in his chest. “So no one can smell you while we make it to the car, Bun.” He said as he pushed out more of his scent purposefully to help mask whatever scent lingered on your clothes. “Just until we are safely outside, yeah?” He knew based on the bruises covering the skin near your scent glands that wearing the adhesive blocking patch would not be the most comfortable but he felt it was necessary to protect you and it seemed Seungmin agreed.

The two made their way out to the car with you still held in the youngest’s arms as quickly and as quietly as possible, stopping only briefly in your fortunately empty classroom so seungmin could gather your things and then before you knew it you were being tucked into the backseat with Jeongin still holding onto you while Seungmin took the keys back from him and peeled out of the parking lot as fast as he could without fear of being pulled over.

You felt exhausted, eyes threatening to close as your rested your head against the maknae’s chest. “Hey, we are almost there okay? Seungmin is bringing you back to the dorm and we will get you taken care of…they hyungs will know what to do.” You wanted to argue that you would be okay now that you were away from the school but instead you only nodded and let yourself drift off for the remainder of the drive.

Once they had gotten back to the dorms Seungmin held the door for Jeongin as he carried you inside. “Where the hell have you two been? We got a call from your vocal coach saying you never showed up and we have all been blowing up your phones for-“ Minho started, storming up to the two youngest members ready to chew their heads off before he registered you in the alpha’s arms and in a state he never thought he’d see anyone in let alone the omega he had come to be so fond of.

He didn’t know what to say or what question to ask first but before he could say anything Seungmin gave him a look that said they would talk later. “Can I please take a shower?” You whispered to Jeongin, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Seungmin shook his head over the alphas shoulder, setting your things down and moving to take you from the younger. “Bunny if you take a shower now then we can’t go to the police. You’ll wash away any evidence against them.”

You nuzzled closer to the beta as he held you against his chest, letting out a small yelp in pain as Jeongin carefully pulled off the blockers he had placed on you earlier. “Please Minnie I just want to feel clean again….please-“ At your words and the tears he saw threatening to spill over once more he reluctantly agreed and carried you over to the bathroom. Even if he felt you shouldn’t, your comfort was all that mattered in that moment.

He sat you down on the closed toilet seat while he turned on the shower to as hot as his hand could withstand per your instructions, moving to leave the room once he was finished but your hand shot out to grab his wrist. “C-Could you stay….please?” Seungmin looked down at you, now that the adrenaline had work off he felt the awkwardness from before creeping back. “I don’t know, Bunny-“ Your grip on his wrist tightened and he could see the desperation and fear behind your eyes. With a sigh, Seungmin gave into you once again and moved to sit cross legged on the floor with his back resting against the door.

The beta averted his eyes while you took off your disheveled clothes and carefully stood to enter the shower. The hot water stung your skin but the thought of water anything less than scalding at this moment was completely unacceptable to you. As you stood letting the water wash over you Seungmin closed his eyes and rested his head back against the cool wood of the bathroom door while steam began to fog up the room around him.

After a while of standing under the spray of water you furiously you began scrubbing at your skin, your scent spiking and causing the beta to shoot up and rush to throw open the shower door. He was met with the sight of you rubbing a wash cloth against your arms, neck and torso until the skin turned a fiery red and looked painful to touch. Tears were spilling from your eyes and as your gaze met his you choked on a sob. “I-I can still smell them-“ Was all you said and without a second thought, Seungmin peeled the blockers off of his scent gland and stripped down to his boxers. Stepping into the shower beside you, the singer hissed as the scalding spray hit his skin but beyond that he didn’t pay the heat any mind and instead pulled you against his bare chest so your skin would be flush together.

As his mind caught up with him, he worried that maybe this was going too far given recent events and how intimate of a gesture this was but once he felt your body practically melt against him he knew this was the right call, as if something deep within him had known what you needed. “It’s gonna be okay, you’re safe. I’ve got you now….” He spoke in a soft, almost hushed tone as he held your body against his own. The warm smell of a freshwater stream with floral undertones surrounded you and brought a sense of calm and peace to your mind.

Outside the bathroom, the smell of fresh laundry and orange juice filled the dorm and caused the other inhabitants to look towards where you and their beta were locked away with questioning eyes but no one uttered a word about it as Jeongin spoke in a hushed tone to update the pack on what had happened as far as he knew.

Chan looked to Minho, whose face was blank but he knew that behind the dead stare he wore his right hand was thinking something that would likely end with him incarcerated. “Min, you know where Bunny has been staying right?” The second oldest nodded, looking up at the pack alpha with his blank stare remaining. “Go and get her things….and check her out of there. She might protest a bit but she is staying here until further notice.” Minho nodded and made his way to the door to slip on his shoes and grab his keys.

Next, the leader turned towards Jisung and nodded his head towards the retreating alpha. “Hannie, go with him to make sure he doesn’t go and do something stupid.” The rapper nodded in understanding and hurried to follow after the second oldest so he wouldn’t be left behind.

Back in the bathroom, Seungmin worked carefully to wash your hair and body without causing anymore harm. His touches were gentle, cautious, and laced with care as he made sure to leave his scent behind as he got rid of the stench that covered you before.

Once he was sure the only scent remaining was yours and his own, the beta nodded to himself and turned off the water. He stepped out to grab a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around you carefully before doing the same to himself and pulling off his now soak boxers in the process. You thanked him the entire time, every move he made to wash you, to wrap you in the towel, and now to lead you down the hall and into his room, you kept whispering small thank you’s that he didn’t acknowledge as he felt them unnecessary.

Seungmin sat you on the bed before turning to rummage through his drawers. After a while he turned and handed you a pair of boxers, a tshirt, and some sweatpants before he grabbed some of his own and made his way to leave the room. “I’m gonna go change in Felix’s room next door, you can change in here and rest if you want.” Just as he was about to leave, you whispered another thank you and he felt a frown fall on his face.

“Stop that.” He huffed, moving to face you again. “Stop thanking me for stuff I don’t deserve to be thanked for.” It was your turn to frown up at the beta as you held his clothes to your chest. “But you do deserve to be thanked. You could have came and got me just to drop me back at the hotel, or the hospital, or you could have ignored my call and not come at all- but you didn’t.”

Seungmin blinked, about to argue when you cut him off before he could. “Instead you came and you got me, you brought me to your home, you bathed me and now you’re giving me your clothes to wear and telling me to sleep in your room when we both know there is a perfectly fine unoccupied room down the hall. So yes, I’m going to thank you.” Once you were finished, the beta could help but smile slightly. Seeing that the fire inside you hadn’t been put out, that you could still argue with him and still had the strong will he was used to let him know that you would in fact be okay.

“You’re welcome.” Was all he said, giving you a small bow before backing out of the room and going next door to do as he said and change in Felix room.

author’s note: I hope everyone is okay after this chapter- I tried to tone it down as much as possible but I am kinda numb to the topic (cptsd be like heh) please feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoyed the chapter despite the darker tones….

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sparkypantaloons · 1 year ago

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Bruce loves his kids, he just really doesn't know how to say it. So he shows it instead, usually with ridiculous displays and gestures of affection. Because he's a billionaire, ya know? And also a massive dork.

Eleven year old Jason comes to realise all of the above, from the middle of the Aegean Sea.

The first time Jason gets on a plane he's eleven.

Bruce is taking them to Greece for a vacation. He says it's because work has been hectic, but Jason's pretty sure it's because he (Jason) has been reading The Odyssey. Bruce might be the whole big boss of Wayne Enterprises, but every meeting Jason's ever overheard from the study starts with Bruce saying "Hello!" all cheery before going "But let me hand you over to the most important man at Wayne Enterprises", and then Mr. Fox takes over, so it can't be all that hectic.

Besides, Bruce does stuff like this sometimes. Like once, Jason told him he'd never seen a basketball game and Bruce took them to see the Gotham Guardsmen versus the Chicago Bulls the very next week. They sat courtside, and Jason had the biggest load of nachos he'd ever had in his whole life, and Bruce even let him try a sip of his beer (which was gross, by the way). And then after the game Jason got to meet both teams and try and shoot some hoops with Michael Jordan, who just "happened" to be there (yeah right, Bruce) and he got a tour of the entire stadium.

So, when Bruce looked over the top of his paper one evening, with the same look he had when he asked if Jason wanted to be adopted, and said "Shall we go to Greece next week?" Jason's pretty sure it's 'cause he (Jason) was reading The Odyssey. And nothing to do with work.

They fly from Newark to Athens, in the first class suite on Etihad. They have their own mini apartment on the plane, with two wide-screen TVs and a double bed, their own bathroom and a shower. It's almost as big as Jason's old apartment in the squat he was living in before Bruce found him, but not quite. It's a lot nicer though and Jason can't quite believe all this is on a plane.

The air crew greet them with a smile and give them bags full of expensive 'amenities' and stuff and hand Bruce a glass of champagne. He tells them he used to have a private jet, but that they're terrible for the environment and he's trying to reduce his carbon footprint. He says it in that stupid voice he does when he's pretending to be what Dick calls a "himbo billionaire" but there's the secret grin at the corner of his mouth that's just for Jason, that makes Jason feel like he's with the best man in the world.

When they're somewhere over the Atlantic, the lady looking after their section asks if Jason would like to see the cockpit. It's not normally allowed, she says, but Mr. Wayne is such a good customer (and man, she adds, batting her eyes at Bruce over Jason's head, as though Jason wouldn't know what she meant) that the Captain has agreed to make an exception.

It's dusk, and the sky from the cockpit is bigger and more brilliant that Jason has ever seen. A glorious canvas of pastel pinks and purple hues, stretching up into a deep dark blue where stars are slowly beginning to blink into life. The Captain greets Jason with a smile and Bruce with a handshake. Explains what all the different lights and buttons and switches mean, and let's Jason wear her hat for a photo.

By the time they land in Athens, Jason is pretty sure this is the second best day of his life. (The first best is the day Bruce adopted him).

They're spend the night at a fancy hotel, in a room on top of a cliff over looking the Saronic Gulf, which Jason has never heard of but is apparently part of the Aegean Sea. They have their own private swimming pool and two huge beds - one each, though Bruce says Jason can still share if he wants to.

The air is warm and thick, even as the day begins to fade, and though he's not that good at swimming yet, Jason is desperate to jump straight into the pool. "After some supper," Bruce promises, sounding a lot like Alfred. But he keeps his word and the two of them lie on their inflatables as night falls. Above them, in the dark, there are more stars in the sky than Jason has seen in his whole life.

The first time Jason has been on a boat he's still eleven.

He and Bruce wander down to a little dock below the cliffs wearing matching boat shoes and shirts. Jason is wearing his Gotham Guardsmen cap and Bruce has a white strip of sunblock under his eyes.

"Technically it's a catamaran" Bruce tells Jason, explaining the difference between hulls of the two as they step aboard. "Kalimera George!" He says, "O gios mou, Jason. Jason, this is our skipper, George."

Later, many years later, Jason will know enough Greek to realise Bruce introduced him as his son, but as he steps aboard the cat all he can do is wonder what Bruce said, smile shyly and shake George's hand.

They sail south from Athens, passing the Temple of Poseidon in coastal Sounio and onto the Aegean Islands. Jason has finished The Odyssey by now, but has moved onto other Greek myths, Theseus and the Minotaur, Artemis and Apollo, Icarus and Daedalus. The sea is a brilliant, turquoise blue, diamond bright under the warm Mediterranean sun and by the time they reach the island of Kythnos, Jason is itching to jump in.

They find a secluded cove, with a small rocky beach and George drops anchor.

"Last one in is a Green Lantern fanboy!" Jason crows, and he leaps from the back deck into the crystal cool water.

It's his first time in the sea, any sea, and he can taste the salt on his lips. The water is calm and he bobs lightly, laughing as Bruce makes a strangled cry and leaps in after him.

"You love Green Lantern!" Jason teases, giggling with his head thrown back to keep it above the surface. He's not so good at treading water yet.

Bruce drifts over to him, pouting. "I wasn't ready, no fair." He says, pulling Jason towards him and onto his back.

Jason closes his eyes to the sun as Bruce swims them round the cove a little.

"Let's swim back to the cat." Bruce says, and Jason chews his lip because it's a little far. "I'll be right beside you." Bruce promises and they swim back to the boat, together.

That night they lie out on the deck and Bruce points out all of the constellations from the Greek myths; Orion and Cassiopeia and Hercules, though obviously Herakles is the proper Greek name for him.

"Whose your favourite Greek hero, B?" Jason asks, his head on Bruce's stomach.

And because he's corny like that, Bruce says "Jason."

Jason's first crush, the first one where it feels like something, he's eleven still, and he and Bruce are on a tiny island called Nykterides. It's a nature reserve for bats and other animals and, honestly, sometimes Bruce is such a nerd, because of course he owns the island too. And of course it's a bat-island. Bat species in the Aegean are vulnerable to habitat loss and climate change (apparently), so the island offers a safe refuge. He tells Jason all of this with a very serious look on his face and all Jason can think is what a huge dork Bruce is. There's a tightness in his chest as he listens to Bruce explain, but it takes him a little while to realise the feeling is fondness.

Only a few local families live on Nykterides, Bruce says, as they sail up to the tiny harbour. The buildings are square and white, with some blue domes but mainly flat, low roofs. Conservation staff also live on the island, scientists and biologists too, and there's a small taverna on the shore where they can eat and drink together.

A boy, no more than 19 greets them as they approach. "Kalispera, Mr. Wayne." He flashes them a smile and Jason feels a little breathless all of a sudden. The boy's skin is a glowing golden bronze, his hair falling in dark, rich waves.

"Kalispera, Giannis." Bruce says, a hand on Jason's head. "This is Jason."

"Ah, like the Argonaut?" Giannis asks with a wink, and something in Jason's stomach flips. He thinks about Apollo, most beautiful of all the God's and tries not to blush.

Giannis serves them lunch, and they sit with George and the others on the island, in the shade of a few palms. They eat fresh caught mussels and clams, with salad of tomatoes and cucumber and olives. Fresh cheese with honey, and rice and vegetables wrapped in vine leaves. Jason feels like he's living in a dream, grins up at Bruce and smiles shyly at Giannis as they clink their glasses and say "Yamas!".

As the evening wanes, Giannis tries to teach Jason a few words of Greek.

"Efcharisto," The words roll off Giannis' tongue and Jason finds himself staring at the older boy's mouth.

"Eff-ha-rist-oh" Jason repeats, and Giannis laughs and says it's close enough.

That night Jason goes to bed giddy and breathless and dreams of Apollo.

The first time Jason realises he loves someone, truly loves them, other than his Mom that is, he's twelve. Just.

He and Bruce have been sailing for a week or so now, island hoping across the Aegean and the Cyclades. The sea breeze is just enough to keep away the mid-August heat and Jason is sure there isn't a more beautiful part of the world to be found.

Bruce has been promising something special for Jason's birthday. He's spent a lot of time on a ridiculous satellite phone (because there are zero bars in the middle of the sea) trying to sort whatever it is out. If he thinks too much about it, Jason's stomach flips with excitement, because what could possibly top all of this? Bruce is ridiculously rich, and just plain ridiculous, so it's probably a helicopter up to Mount Olympus or something totally crazy, which to be fair, would be beyond cool.

But when the night before his birthday Bruce comes to him looking forlorn, Jason is worried.

"I'm sorry Jay," Bruce says, and it looks like he's in physical pain for how sorry he is. "I really wanted to do something special for your birthday but it isn't going to work out."

"That's okay," Jason says, but before he can continue Bruce speaks again and says,

"I wanted to take you to Themyscira, and Diana thought she could get you in, but Hippolyta said no."

For the briefest of moments, Jason thinks he might be disappointed, but instead there's a rush in his chest and he laughs, head back and heart full. "Bruce, you big boob!" He says, shoving Bruce's arm. "Men aren't allowed on Themyscira."

Bruce slips his arm around Jason and pulls him in close for a hug. "Yeah, but you're just a little man, not a whole one. I thought they might make an exception."

"It would have been cool," Jason muses, from where his face is squashed against Bruce's chest. "But then I couldn't have spent my birthday with you."

Bruce makes a noise in his throat and hugs Jason a little tighter.

"Love you, B." Jason says, and it's the first time he's ever said it to anyone that wasn't his Mom.

Bruce grunts again, and hugs Jason even tighter. "Happy birthday, lad." He mumbles.

The air is warm, and the catamaran bobs lightly in the water. Waves lap at the hull and Jason grins.

He and Bruce sit and watch the stars together.

#batfam #jason todd #spbfic #batfam fic #batfic #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #sorry for my atrocious greek

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a-998h · 2 months ago

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Ragnarok

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR MEANTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, INJURIES, READER HAVING DEPRESSING THOUGHTS, AND VIOLENCE!

By clicking "keep reading" you have read the warnings and understand them.

Vox's POV

No fucking way. They're going to fight? Oh my god! I laugh at the thought. I mean, these fucking losers can't honestly believe that this plan is going to work? I watch this disaster waiting to happen from the comfort of my viewing room.

"Looks like your little hotel didn't work out so well," I say to myself.

When that stupid smile graces the screen I can't help but cackle.

"Oh Alastor, I cannot wait for you to get FUCKED!" I yell at the glitching screen.

I cackle more and more as I feel my power rush through me. A screen to my left shows the angel kid packing her stuff. Smirking I look closer at the screen.

"Aww, the poor baby isn't sticking around. Perfect," I taunt.

Finally, they'll all die and I'll finally be able to get my hands on the holy brat! I can't help but think of all the leverage and power I can get, I just need to kid and I'll finally take his place!

Reader's POV

I finish packing my things into a backpack. I look around the room, feeling tears well up in the corners of my eyes. Am I afraid? Yes, but what am I afraid of ? Am I scared of being with someone I barley know but somehow knows me or Am I scared at the thought of the people who've become my family dying? Both... I think I'm scared of both.

"Well, guess I better get going," I mumble to the rubber duck version of me.

Making my way downstairs let's me hear the sounds of the cannibals and the others training for the fight. I see Niffty chasing some rats and Sir Pentious, in a military uniform from about the 1800s, slithering out the door with Niffty following behind with her catch.

Running my hands down the polished wood of the banister, hearing the muffled sound of my shoes moving amongst the carpet, the smell of apples that came following Lucifer, and dim lights. It brings me to tears, thinking of how this whole place could be a pile of rubble by tomorrow. Running down the stairs I see Niffty running towards Angel with a dagger Charlie handed her.

"So, I guess this is it?" I ask Charlie.

She doesn't say anything for a moment, then her face drops to worry. She asks me what I'm still doing here and I say I just wanted to say goodbye but she's not having it as she says I have to leave. I see Vaggie face the cannibal army, saying there's only 24 hours left before the Extermination.

"But," I attempt to say before getting cut off by Vaggie.

She starts pushing me towards the street, telling me to run to Ms.Carmilla's mansion. I try to move but my feet are lead and my heart is a time bomb. Vaggie is angry and I'm terrified. Tears rain down in drove as I keep trying to run so I can be safe. I'm afraid but my body has shut down. I hate this! I hate this so much!

Vaggie gives up and I just drop to the ground in grieving defeat. The pavement feels cool, almost comforting in a fucked up sort of way. I'm gonna die.... I'm gonna die all over again. A depressed cackle escapes my throat at the thought. Clutching the backpack does nothing to reduce the ache in my body as I try to stand. Looking towards the heavenly sky structure makes my blood boil.

I want to scream, swear, break things, hurt the stupid fucking angel who caused this mess and those stupid hypocrites and! Voices and figures blend together as I feel my heart poolund and my body start to shake as if my flesh is trying to break my bones.

A voice becomes clear, a kind, female voice I've grown to love. Looking back through blurry vision I see Charlie armed with Alastor's microphone. I can clearly hear what she's saying. As I manage to find enough strength to pull myself to my feet I walks closer to the crowd so I can hear her.

"I want you all to know... that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life," Charlie says.

The tears return as a mix of joy and sadness swirl together in my mind. I know they want me to be safe, but I can't let my new family be alone. I remember the powers I was messing with on the side, they're imperfect but they could do enough to aid the fight. My eyes sting as I wipe my tears while joy-sadness mix gives way to determination.

I listen to Charlie's speech, hang on every word says he declares that she's seen the good in all of us and that she loves us.

"Live tonight however you want because," "we're all going to die!" Niffty interrupts with her signature maniacal laughter.

The hopeful mood is throughly ruined and Vaggie does her best to try and salvage it before offering drinks.

I'm sitting in a corner, watching as Sir Pentious and the others make a toast. They don't notice I'm sticking around, so does that mean if I die tomorrow, they wouldn't notice? Looking up I see Alastor and Niffty chatting while looking over the bar, and I watch as it looks like those two start having a contest for the most evil laugh.

Turning back I see Husk and Angel having a nice conversation. Despite the looming angelic death that will come with the morning, the air is light and cheerful. I hear Angel ask Husk for a drink and Husk getting Angel said drink.

I watch as Sir Pentious tries and fails to confess his feelings to Cherri as Vaggie pulls Charlie away from the scene. As I see him run off I chuckle slightly and then I see Angel tell Cherri something that makes her look into space with a smile.

"Hey, bambino," I hear Angel call out.

Looking over at him I see his third hand waving me over. Finally moving from my corner I make my way over to him and Cherri. He hands me a glass... It's the special juice that Husk served me on my first week here. I look back up at Angel, who looks down at me with a soft smile.

"We can't force you to go. Just know, that whatever happens... we love ya. You understand, bambino?" He says softly.

I nod and he smiles wide. He makes a toast to me, getting Husk and Cherri involved too. I laugh and down my juice while Angel downs whatever Husk made for him and Husk chugs a bottle of something.

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Narrator's POV

Adam and Lute are hyping up the exorcist angels, championing the slaughter of everyone in the hotel with sadistic glee along with pffering the equivalent of $1 million dollars for the head of Vaggie. The exorcists cheer with sadistic glee before Adam keeps talking.

"And, for double the amount of Heaven bucks if you bring me the angel kid alive," Adam offers.

The exorcists pause, a bit confused. Adam let's out an annoyed sigh and pulls out a poorly done sketch of Reader. The exorcists are still confused and Lute sighs. She pulls out a picture she paid a cherub in overalls and a yellow shirt to take. Adam snatches the picture and holds it up.

The exorcists make noises of murderous agreement and with that, Adam flies into the sky and opens a golden portal in the sky above the hotel. They flew down, the battle was here...

Reader's POV

*This is where things get bloody, so beware*

Holy shit! I grasp the dagger I was given. There are so many! They descended like falcons as our make shift army charged. When contact was made the reaction was instant, merciless, and without fear as a shield of black and green magic swirled around the hotel trapping a portion of the angels with the others crashed into it like birds to glass. Golden fluid decored the shield and ground in a bloody display of emotion. I hear Alastor's cackle from the roof as his tentacles take up arms.

"Oh, shit, shit!" I scream as an angel reaches to grab me.

Stabbing their hand leaves them open long enough for a cannibal woman to plant and ace in their skulls, releasing a fountain of liquid gold. I hear explosions in the distance paired with gun fire and cannons as angels and demons litter the group. I get hits where I can but the others are doing most of the heavy lifting.

"Fuck!" I hear Vaggie yell!

Turning towards her voice I see the shield start to crumble away as Adam looms above us with wings of gold. There's a burning, deep in my heart that makes me want to rip his out! This is all his fault! Him, and everyone else born beyond the pearly gates! Tears and sweat rolls down my face in unison, mixing together in tired frustration. I see him fly to the sign but quickly get distracted as more and more angels keep making a grab for me like foxes in a hen house. I hear the sounds of a fight coming from every side of me as I spill golden blood.

As Sir Pentious gives orders, Charlie is apologizing until Vaggie tells her to knock it off. Angel runs off to help one of the egg bois. Soon, the ground shakes as flashes of golden light come from the sky, looking up we all see an unscathed Adam.

"But Alastor was supposed to handle him," I hear Charlie say.

Looking around I see no deer ears or creepy shadows. Charlie and Vaggie seem to put it together too. Tears keep rolling, now from a grief I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I keep fighting off the angels who reach for me but my limbs become more and more like lead.

"Kid, let us help you!" An angel yells.

"Eat shit and die!" I yell back as I pull the dagger through their gloved hands.

They pull away and get attacked with a flying card from Husk. I see Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri turning to look at something. I follow their gaze and see Sir Pentious's blimp roaring to life, the metal jaws opening up to his super villain weapon. It flies towards Adam, beam charged and reach to wipe this slightly prick out of existence! Mentally cheering I watch the beam aim and then!

A flsh of golden light, and then no more blimp. No flaming debris, mangled snake corpse, egg shells, metal, blood, guts! It's like he never existed. I fall to the group, feeling someone pat my shoulder. Afraid and angry I go to whip around and stab whoever it is, but I see a small head of bright red hair... Nifty. I sob, holding her for a moment when I feel the air get hotter and hotter. Through blurred vision I see a pillar of fire. Razzle, Dazzle, and Charlie emerge with Charlie sporting horns and a bloodlusting aura while Razzle and Dazzle are full on dragons.

I hear his voice in my mind, saying to focus on the battle. Pulling myself up I feel something rip through my veins. Rushing forward I slash at an angel, splitting them open like I was parting the Red Sea. Looking around I notice everything looks kind of smaller. I bring my focus back, turning when I hear a pained roar and watch as Dazzle crashes into the hotel. I go to rush to aid him but I feel someone grab my wrist. Turning around I see an angel so I stab and fight them. They pull me farther from the door, but with each step, each enraged heart beat I see the world get smaller and smaller until I'm able to crush her. I desperately want to fly, but with my skills at this size I'd end up crushing my friends, so I shrink just enough to fly before rushing into the sky.

Vaggies's POV

"Before I take your life, I'm going to tear that other eye out of your face and drag that kid to Heaven, where they belong," the bitch threatened.

"Try it, bitch," is all I have to say.

The fight is fast, with her being just barley better at me. I manage to dodge as she charges me with her sword, getting herself stuck in the wall. She leaps onto me, bashing my face against the table in the parlor. I feel the wet, sticky blood flow from my nose but I manage to grab Alastor's shitty old radio to smack her off me.

Narrator's POV

Seeing Vaggie fighting for her life, Charlie, who is riding Razzle, aims to help but Adam appears and blocks her way before throwing her into the lit hotel sign. Adam thanks her, and as Charlie starts verbally defending the Sinner's she sees as her family and responsible Adam mocks her.

"You should have stayed in your place, girly," Adam taunts.

At that, Charlie becomes enraged and stabs his left side with her trident, the top point enters his forearm, the middle plugging deep into his shoulder, and the bottom entering a small part of the chest. With his left side swekerred on her trident Charlie throws Adam into the sky light glass, the force cracking it. Charlie stands against Adam.

At the same time Lute throws Vaggie and her spear to the floor, stabbing Vaggie's own spear into her hand. Lute taunts Vaggie, calling her weak before saying she'll kill her before grabbing Reader. Lute makes sure to emphasize how every angel will make sure Reader forgets all of Hell. Vaggie, fulled with determination and passion, ripping the spear from her hand before throwing Lute into the destroyed parlor. Letting her wings free she brings down upper level debris onto Lute, trapping her.

Vaggie gives Lute the chance to walk away, to live. Lute just glares with an anger you could never assign a description to. Charlie's pained yells echo through the now silent parlor, causing Vaggie to rush to her aid. Once Vaggie is gone, Lute pushes against a piece of stone debris pinning down her right arm while pulling her body at the same time. A sickening sound of ripping flesh and the cracking of breaking bones is heard as Lute screams.

Reader's POV

I turn towards the roof, hearing Vaggie calling for Charlie. I see Lucifer standing there and I can't help but break into a joyous grin.

"And I am going to fuck you," I hear him say.

Every being in this battle pauses, staring at Lucifer. I can hear Angel's "that's what she said" in my head already. I see Charlie lean closer to him before Adam flies at him and a sky battle starts. Lucifer shapeshifts, taunting Adam with an enjoyment I don't blame him for having. Adam fires off golden light at him and Lucifer just keeps dodging. Then we all watch as Adam uses a golden beam of light to saw the hotel completely in half. My heart stops as it all crumbles into pieces.

"My home..." I mutter to myself as tears attempt to form but my tear ducts are now dried out.

We move out of the way, watching as Adam comes crashing down like a dick shaped falling star. We watch as Lucifer, with Charlie hanging off him, looming over him. For the first time in this would fight, Adam in finally the weak one, the one faced with fear and death! It's cathartic but at this point, I don't fucking care!

Lucifer and Charlie walk away from Adam's crater. I figured Charlie talked Lucifer out of murdering him, which I'm kind of disappointed by but... maybe that'll hurt him more. We watch the crater, looking for an sign of movement or sound. We then watch as Adam drags himself out of crater. Now, I see his real face. Who knew Adam had a soul patch?

Adam starts ranting like a mad man, saying that he's better than us because humanity came from him. It's annoying and kind of pathetic. I notice Angel Dust has one of his guns aimed at Adam, and I'm just waiting for it to be fired.

"You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking loser!" He says before he let's out a low half scream.

Something pointy and covered in his blood comes out from him. In shock we see Adam fall forward to the ground, and a familiar maid is on his back. She stabs him a fee more times before getting off the body and walking over to us, covered in golden blood.

The white haired angel lady runs to Adam's body, flipping him over. We group around her, and I get pushed more towards the back.

"Take your little friends and go home!" Lucifer yells as he spits fire.

She orders the angels to go back to the golden portal. She follows behind after grabbing Adam's halo. Lucifer turns to us and asks who wants pancakes. Me and Nifty both raise our hands, I feel like pancakes and syrup can act as a trauma sponge.

we finally get a goo look at the destruction. Keekee is safe and I see Fat Nuggets run and jump into Angel's arms. I follow the group, seeing the welcome banner buried under rubble and debris. Sir Pentious... I feel his scales touching my shoulders in comfort, member his lisp and crazy fun inventions, the way he'd let me use him as a cooling pad when I got too warm... But he's gone now. It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! Why did he have to die for this?! Why? Why couldn't we get this and Sir Pentious?!

*One Song Later*

The new hotel looks amazing and Alastor is alive! Looking at the shrine to Sir Pentious I sit next to Frank the egg on the ground and open a wing for a hug, holding him close as I'm brought inside by the smell of pancakes.

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lovesicktrash · 4 months ago

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Faifa: A Deep Character Analysis or Just Me Yapping (read more to find out)

ok so Faifa is my favorite character in Perfect 10 Liners. I believe he is more layered than any of the other character. While Yotha also carries a lot of trauma, Faifa deals with his in his own way. In fact, Faifa and Yotha are more similar than one might think—they represent different sides of the same coin.

Contrasting Personalities: Faifa vs. Yotha

From the very first episode of their arc, we see a stark contrast between Faifa and Yotha’s coping mechanisms. Yotha prefers solitude, retreating into his thoughts to process his pain. Faifa prefers to seek company and suppress the thoughts and emotions that may trouble him. It's not even the first day of the university and we can see that Faifa wants to socialize and explore the campus and dorm while Yotha wants to stay in.

Roots of Their Fears

While Yotha's fear was of love. That if he ever loved someone then he wouldn't be loved back. Confused because of Wa's response if his love or affection for him even was love and affection. So he shut himself off from this whole fiasco. But Faifa's fear is different.

When he was separated from his brothers and father, and became lonely at his mother's house, he has hoped to never be lonely. Faifa's fear involved him being torn away from the people he loved so he just made the habit of making more and more friends. Making a personality that cares for people more than caring about himself. He just wants to be included. A part of the group. A part of the gang. Never the lonely one.

Faifa’s Personality: Selflessness and Positivity

In the beginning few episodes, he made many friends. Every time he was on the screen, he'd be talking to someone new. But that reduced as the show went on and he started prioritizing the people he liked and giving them more time. In the second year, he took classes with Gun's friends again. He spent more time with them, forming a more deeper connection.

He loves looking at the positive side of things and giving you the comfort of being with him. He has developed a selfless personality using this mechanism which are the reasons why he helps anyone with no greed attached to it other than hoping the other person feels at ease with him. The kind of ease that he probably didn't feel himself back at his mother's house. There are many examples but I chose a few that I could find my quick rewatch:

When he lets Yotha choose the bed

When he sacrifices his own room and comfort for a friend he met like a week ago

When he buys Wine a ton of things after spilling milk on him to compensate for his mistake

When he goes for that run but ends up giving away his bottle to someone else that didn't bring one and almost died of dehydration because of it

Is Faifa people pleaser? No, while he genuinely cares for others, he isn’t afraid to stand his ground or fight for what he truly believes in. The way he fought his own brother for Gun proves how he truly cares for people.

The Impact of Faifa’s Mother

To me, his mother is the biggest cause of his mess. We can see since the first episode, how Yotha openly struggles with their mother, but Faifa's pain is hidden behind a facade of niceness and brightness. But she is the root cause of his trauma and hurt.

He treats her very nicely and gives her all the benefits of doubts even though she has treated him the worst among the siblings . Since she took him with her, he was always ready to defend her in front of Yotha.

I understand her evil game that she wanted to keep the family united by keeping Faifa away so he'd want to visit them again and again. Keeping the family together. But at least care for the kid you've brought home. One glaring example is her ignorance of Faifa’s allergies. How can a mother not know something so basic about her child? Her absence in Faifa’s life speaks volumes about the depth of his trauma.

This brings me to my next point about their mother. Her bias against Newton and Yotha. She very clearly favors Newton and Yotha. The favor could possibly root from her guilt for abandoning these two for her second marriage. However, this favoritism manifests as horrible neglect toward Faifa. She took him with her but failed to care for him, isolating him from his loved ones and leaving him emotionally abandoned.

The Unspoken Apology

In the 16th episode, as she opens up about her mistakes, she mends her relationship with Yotha by asking for his forgiveness, but what about Faifa?? Just because he doesn’t outwardly express anger or sadness doesn’t mean he isn’t hurting.

Her adult mind games affected both her kids, Yotha and Faifa, yet Faifa’s pain seems overlooked. Where is his apology? Or is his kindness and bright attitude taken for granted???

Honestly, I need more from the mother to even think that she loves Faifa. He probably doesn't have the heart to truly say it back right now.

After the hugs and when she is talking to Gun, everyone has clearly gained their normal momentum except him. He is still reeling from the confession. New wounds have opened up for him that he probably doesn't know how to heal. After all he was the little kid that got the worst end of the divorce.

Faifa’s Current State

These days, he is more loud with his insecurities and it is getting harder for him to mask his sadness. He despises being alone and tries his desperately to avoid that. His laughter sometimes sounds forced, as if, masking an underlying pain.

Hope for Healing

Hopefully, in the future episodes, Wine gives him the space to express his emotions truthfully, I hope he cares for him and loves him a lot because after so much trauma he truly deserves some healing and genuine affection. Despite his past, he continues to shine brightly, offering warmth and kindness to those around him. Hopefully, Wine's arrival makes it better for him.

P.S. I'm obsessed with Junior now, can't wait for My Wedding Scammers

#if you came till the end i hope u have a bombastic day<3333 #faifa best character #faifa #perfect 10 liners #p10l #junior panachai #perth tanapon #yotha #mark jiruntanin #wine #faifawine #junior i love you #for me and some other Faifa obsessed girlie cuz who else's gonna read thru this looooooong textpost

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therenproject · 7 months ago

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Why LGBTQ+ Representation Matters (And Why It’s Not Too Much to Ask)

LGBTQ+ representation matters. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if LGBTQ+ characters were more than just a rarity? If they were given the same depth, care, and attention as other characters instead of being reduced to stereotypes or sidelined to the background?

Representation isn’t about “taking over” the media landscape. It’s about reflecting the world we actually live in, a world where LGBTQ+ people exist, thrive, and have meaningful, diverse experiences. Seeing that reality reflected on-screen or in a book is powerful, not just for us in the LGBTQ+ community but for everyone. It normalizes the fact that, hey, queer people are just people, and that’s really not a big deal.

For those who think seeing a gay or trans character is somehow upsetting or “too much,” let’s break it down a little further. Imagine growing up and watching all your favorite movies and shows but never seeing a single character that truly reflects who you are. Imagine feeling like your existence is either taboo, a punchline, or just doesn't exist. That’s the reality a lot of LGBTQ+ kids grow up with. And even as adults, it’s exhausting to keep being told, either directly or indirectly, that our stories aren’t “mainstream” enough to matter.

Now, think about how validating it is when you do see someone like you portrayed in a meaningful, authentic way. Suddenly, you don’t feel so alone. You don’t feel like there’s something wrong with you. It’s a reminder that your story has value, too.

And it’s not just about representation for us. It’s for everyone else, too. When people outside the LGBTQ+ community see more diverse characters and stories, it breaks down stereotypes and helps create understanding. It challenges assumptions like “all gay men are flamboyant” or “all lesbians are masculine.” When media shows us without only using the stereotypes, and instead as people with complex emotions, relationships, and lives, it helps the world see us for what we really are: human.

And let’s be honest: representation doesn’t hurt anyone. No one’s forcing you to watch a show with a trans protagonist or a movie where the love story is between two women. But their existence shouldn’t be a big deal either. If you’re okay with countless rom-coms about straight couples or action movies where the straight man gets with the straight woman, why is it a problem if the hero happens to be queer? If seeing a gay or trans character makes you uncomfortable, maybe it’s time to ask yourself why. Because the truth is, they’re just living their lives—on-screen and off—like everyone else.

When we have better LGBTQ+ representation, we create a world where kids can grow up seeing that it’s okay to be themselves. We create a space where ignorance and fear are replaced with understanding and compassion. And isn’t that something worth striving for?

At the end of the day, it’s not about making everything gay. It’s about making media a little more real, a little more inclusive, and a lot more human.

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couldaromanticismsavethem · 5 months ago

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THE ENTIRE HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON FRANCHISE

Why do you think aromanticism could save them?: “The franchise starts introducing dragons and humans rivalry but slowly explores the conflict, as they reveal the Big Bad of movie 1 (which if you don't remember is the cruel dragon who rules with an iron fist and forces the dragon to steal stuff or else they will get killed) and through the power of working together they defeat them. allowing them to live in peace. Then the second movie explores the whole "Dragons and Humans" relationship, by having a big bad human and a big bad dragon working together and imposing fear through hate and mind-controlling, still getting overpowered by working together and close bonds.

AND THEN SOMEONE IN DREAMWORK WENT "DUDE WE SHOULD MAKE THE NEXT MOVIE ROMANCE-THEMED!! LET'S GIVE TOOTHLESS A ROMANTIC PARTNER, LET'S MAKE A LOVE TRIANGLE AND MAKE EVERYONE'S FOCUS THE FACT THAT HICCUP AND ASTRIC ARE NOT MARRIED YET DESPITE HE IS NOW A KING, HAS A DEAD DAD AND HE IS WORKING TO SAVE THE DRAGONS WHO ARE STILL GETTING KIDNAPPED AND ABUSED. OH, LET'S END THIS MOVIE WITH EVERYONE HAVING BABIES AND GETTING SEPARATED."

I ain't kidding.

1) They basically say on-screen "Sorry if Toothless is weird, he is just hit by puberty and is driven by hormones"

2) Also this lead to a weird ahh ableist thing (I think it's ableist, sorry if it's me looking too deep) which is basically "Fixing Toothless forever so he can be free", but not because he wants to, or for something, like "He is in danger and if Hiccup isn't there he is f up". They even said that they asked that in the past, but he didn't want to. But now he has to because he wants the girl but if he goes to the girl with Hiccup she will kill him, because let's remember (I am not joking) "She is a reminder that dragons will be distrustful of humans no matter what" which makes sense on his own I like the idea, it's realistic. But the little personality we have of her which isn't the "Pretty girl Toothless gets to chase and falls in love with" is how the big bad of movie 3 kidnapped her and then let her go so she can meet the Alpha (Toothless) and lead him to the baddie.

Which it's. Well. Not good.

3) They reduce the rest of the Dragonriders to comedic ridiculous guys even more going movie to movie and here they half-cook a weird love triangle between Fishlegs, Snoutlout, and Ruffnut. And make Tuffnut a sort of cringe-nae-nae guy who attempts to wingman Hiccup. My guys Dragonriders deserved better. You could make awesome things with their chaoticness and you made a fucking love triangle. Give me my found family of weirdos besties back or make 'em poly it'd be funnier.

4) Instead of using Valka, Hiccup's mother who lived her entire life hidden by the kingdom raising dragons and keeping them safe, and giving her screen time, they focused on Astrid and Hiccup and only Astrid and Hiccup.

5) The movie ends with the dragons moving into the Hidden World where they can live in peace and get forgotten (which it's kinda fair, but I still think they could do a better ending), except that after marriage and childing Hiccup and Astrid take their kids (Which are the most boring and lame child design I saw in this decade) to the hidden world and guess F---ING what? Toothless. Doesn't. Remember/Recognize. Hiccup. At. First.

I could live with this and write/read fix-fic about it but this is just rubbing salt in the wounds.”

#couldaromanticismsavethem #aromanticism #aromantic #arospec #httyd #how to train your dragon

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madisonmontgomeryimagines · 1 month ago

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Blood Transaction (Pt. 1)

Premise: Reader has a blood condition that renders it toxic to them. As a result, she's paired with a medically-assigned vampire who happens to have a court-mandated obligation to keep.

It had begun when you tried to sell plasma as a freshly turned eighteen-year-old-legal-adult. It had gradually gotten worse since then, frequent nosebleeds leaving you lightheaded and choking on your own blood. It burned at your throat like bile, and you could only cough up so many spatters of darker and darker blood before going to the hospital. You couldn't remember the name they gave your condition, you were still hung up on how irrationally stupid nature was to allow something to be allergic to its own blood. You'd found out a little over an hour ago, and now you were in a separate room as a very patient doctor and nurse both tried to answer all of your parents' questions.

A light series of raps sounded against the door presently, making you look up as your doctor stepped back into the room. She looked a little wary as she studied you, picking up your file and flipping through a few pages of it before saying anything.

"Your parents are... understandably hesitant to the idea, but you'd be an ideal candidate to join the clinical trial for Vampire Symbiosis Therapy." Dr Amy held up a hand before you could ask the first questions that came unfiltered to your mind. "Allow me to explain. You would be paired with a vampire who would help you monitor your condition and learn the signs of an attack so they can draw blood from you to prevent the build up of the toxins."

As you took in the information, she strode over to the door again and pulled it open, beckoning a young blonde woman inside. The second she stepped into the room, you knew she was another creature entirely. Madison Montgomery, haunter of the silver screen and rebellious demon to society. It didn't surprise you, the discovery, and you felt like maybe it should have, but it just made sense that that kind of beauty couldn't be from the human world.

"This is Madison, she's been assigned to you. She'll need to move in with you to be able to stave off any attacks you have, and over time we'll hopefully see a pattern and how we can reduce the number of episodes you have. She's volunteered as part of her... legal suggestion to give back to the community." Amy crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter as she watched the two of you.

When Madison looked at you, you couldn't tell if the look in her eyes was pity or disdain, but you knew you hated it. Instinctively, you felt yourself bristling, trying to push down the intimidation you could all but feel rolling off of her.

"You've got to be joking. This is actually a real thing?" Madison helped herself to open your chart, arching an eyebrow as she mused through it.

"If my blood is fucked up, wouldn't it be toxic to her too?" You asked, turning to face your doctor.

"Vampires have a very similar function to what our kidneys do for alcohol, your blood will be filtered and entirely safe for her consumption." A reassuring smile was offered to you, "I know it sounds like a lot, but right now it's the best hope you have if you want to be able to go home in the next few days."

"Some choice," you mumbled, but shook your head. Mentally, you scolded yourself for being so immature and moody about this. You were just still reeling from the news that something was wrong with you in the first place.

"Oh, like you're the prize of the year," Madison snapped at you without even glancing in your direction. "I'd be the most interesting thing to ever happen to you."

"That's not what I'm saying, you arrogant asshole!" Your frustration bled out, making you feel bolder. "Forget it. I'll figure out a way to manage it myself, I'll stay as long as I need to. I'm not going to be some charity case for you to polish your image."

"Girls," Amy cut in, tone gentle yet warning in the way that made you suspect she had kids. "Enough. Of course it's your choice whether or not you want to participate in the therapy."

"I'll leave if you can manage to survive a month on your own." Madison turned to face you at last, looking almost bored as her gaze traveled you on the bed.

"Get out." Your jaw clenched, and it was no small mercy that she listened. When it was only you and the doctor again, you lifted your head to meet her eyes.

"Without some kind of drastic treatment, you won't make it a month before the toxicity level kills you. This is the safest option right now, even if it's inconvenient and invasive."

#madison montgomery #madison montgomery imagine #madison montgomery x reader #blood transaction #romcom vamp mads

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spookyspeks · 6 months ago

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I feel like we as a society would be a lot more understanding and compassionate of the absolute travesty that is ipad kids and how disadvantaged they've been made to be if we treated screen addiction like literally any other addiction. Because IT IS.

Adults struggle immensely with cutting back on or cutting out things like drugs or alcohol or caffeine, and screen addiction is more rampant with adults now too. We literally have loads of videos and posts with tips on reducing screen time and getting back our attention spans.

What makes you think a child can handle it? They don't know how to handle their emotions, they don't know how to express themselves.

Does that child screaming and hitting because their ipad was taken away really need to be treated with abuse, or they a fucking child with an addiction that they didn't choose to partake in?

#I'm also aware that not all parents who raise ipad kids are lazy parents and there are other factors like job security and low income etc #that make it hard to take care of a child if they're not constantly entertained #but can we please stop treating these kids with such cruelty for something that isn't their fault. something even adults can barely handle

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noforkingclue · 1 year ago

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Patching Up (River Cartwright x reader)

Summary: the last thing you were expecting was a beaten up Cartwright to turn up on your doorstep in the middle of the night. But here he was and you had no other choice but to patch him up and to talk

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You groaned softly and turned over in bed, pulling the covers over your head. When you heard your buzzer ring again you knew it wasn’t just some cruel dream. Glancing at your phone you were temporarily blinded by its screen and cursed when you saw it was two in the morning.

Whoever was at your door was going to pay.

Unless it was Lamb in which case you would have to wake up pretty quickly.

“Yes?” you said sleepily as you answered your intercom, silently hoping that it was a prank

“L/n?”

“Cartwright?” you could feel the exhaustion being replaced by anger, “what the fuck do you want?”

“Can I come up?”

“No. Now piss off.”

“Wait! Please, L/n. I… just please.”

You bit your lip as you contemplated what to do next. In your six months at Slough House you didn’t have too much to do with the infamous River Cartwright. Maybe it was because nothing had ever really happened when you had joined. You had heard about their previous ‘adventures’. Roddy in particular was keen to big up his role in them. Lamb had commented that now you had joined everything would go back to the way things should be. His joes back luck charm, if things were to continue how they should.

“Fine,” you said eventually, “but you fucking owe me one.”

You pressed the buzzer to let him in and waited for Cartwright by your open door. You pulled your dressing gown tightly around you and hoped that your angry expression would mask any sort of curiosity. That didn’t last long when you saw Cartwright slowly come up the stairs.

“Fucking hell River,” you said as you ushered him into your flat, “what the fuck happened to you?”

“Guess.”

“Either The Dogs or Lamb.”

“The first one.”

“Fuck.”

Any form of potential violence against him had disappeared at the sight of his bruised and bloodied face. He gave you a small smile and quickly winced as you, gently, pushed him into your kitchen. Once you were sure that your flat was safely locked up (how safe it would be if The Dogs came to get you, you didn’t know) you turned your attention back to your patient.

“I have questions.” you said

“Not surprised.”

“Firstly, what did you do to piss off Duffy this time? Or was it just your general existence that annoyed him.”

River grunted in response so you assumed the latter. You grabbed an ice pack from your freezer and wrapped it in a towel.

“For your black eye,” you said, “hold this against it for about ten or twenty minutes. Should reduce the swelling.”

“I know how to deal with a black eye.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me? Now, my other questions.”

“Do we have to do this now?”

“Yes,” you grabbed a bowl of warm water and some paper towels, “out of everyone in Slough House, why me? Like I understand not Lamb or Roddy. But you’ve known Lousia and Catherine for longer than me. Marcus, well, I’m sure he’d patch you up but I doubt his wife and kids would appreciate a bloodied spook turning up on their doorstep. As for Shirley…”

You trailed off and shrugged.

“I’d say 50-50 on whether she’d help or just laugh.”

“Thanks.” River said dryly

“You’re welcome.”

River hissed slightly when you wiped at his nose a little harsher than necessary. You gave him a pointed look as you leant against your kitchen table. You tilted his head back and said,

“I don’t think your nose is broken.”

“It’s not.”

“And you should know.”

“Repeating a ‘joke’ from earlier. Running out of material?”

“Not when you’re right in front of me. You provide me with an endless source.”

You frowned when you saw him holding his ribs.

“And your ribs? Are they broken?”

“Don’t think so.”

“You should probably get that checked out.”

River let out a grunt of acknowledgement and you rolled your eyes. That was River for ‘I know you’re right but I’m not going to do that’.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” you said as you continued to clear him up

“Which was?”

“Why did you come to me?”

River bit his lip and looked away. You grimaced when you saw that expression and you knew that getting River to answer that question was going to be a struggle. You tossed a bloodied tissue into the bowl of now pinkish water and sighed.

“Well it’s late,” you said, “so you can crash here tonight. Your shirt is going to need to be chucked in the wash to get the blood out. Sooner rather than later so the blood doesn’t set in but I guess you knew that already.”

You were expecting some quip about you wanting to see him shirtless but none came. You pursed your lips and started to move away when River’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. He wasn’t looking at you and he absentmindedly rubbed circles against it.

“I came to you,” he said slowly, “because I trust you.”

Trust.

Trust in your line of work was a dangerous word. You couldn’t help but be surprised at this admission. Trust was something that could be exploited by the wrong people. You weren’t expecting this admission of weakness from River.

“You trust me.”

River glanced up at you and gave you a small smile.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I… trust you too. I’ll grab a spare pillow and blanket and you can have the sofa.”

You had almost left the room when River called,

“Oh, and y/n-”

You could practically hear the smirk in his voice and you called back,

“Say what I think you’re going to say and I’ll kick you out!”

#fanfiction #slow horses #reader insert #river cartwright #river cartwright x reader

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solar-plant-princess · 1 year ago

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Everything I see and hear about the live action remake of Avatar is just a spit in the face. It’s so disrespectful to the characters. The writing is a mess and unfocused. And they routinely attempt to sanitize and soften all the characters, deflating the value and purpose of their character arcs.

There is nothing they can do to salvage this. The actors deserve far better than to be stuck in this poorly written disaster.

This is the end state of all soulless cash grab remakes. Gut out all the worthwhile character development in order to make room for empty set pieces and gags in a desperate attempt to replace heart with a modicum of entertainment value. They aren’t interested in telling a new or even good story, they just want to cash in on brand recognition and will take out all the worthwhile stuff and add unnecessary fluff the whole way.

Don’t give them anymore money, don’t watch the show, don’t watch the future seasons. Don’t waste your time on a show that will only ever respond to you wanting genuinely good content with a spit to the face.

Also the meta level sexism of removing ALL of Katara’s personality is just disgusting (same with literally every other named woman character, the genuine misogyny from the writers is on full display the entire time), it’s literally on par with the play episode where the actress is constantly whining about “hope” while doing nothing else, that’s legitimately where they are at.

Zuko fights back against his dad, and doesn’t even mention his honor ever, so what’s even the point of his redemption arc if he had that in him from the start?

Aang doesn’t run away from his responsibilities (or the Air Temple for that matter, he just gets caught in a storm by chance) or need to learn how to accept being the Avatar, or even feel guilt about what happened to the Air Nomads so what’s the point of his arc?

Sokka doesn’t need to unlearn his false bravado or learn how to be a real leader, literally being written out of the Jet episode where he was the starring protagonist, so what’s the point of his arc?

I’m willing to put actual money on Toph’s parents actually just letting her leave and in fact will not even condescend to her about her disability. What’s the fucking point of this show if none of the characters are allowed to have any flaws or growth or personality????

(I also simply can’t ever forgive them for the broad daylight murder and butchering of Suki. Taking a strong confident leader who humbled Sokka by force into accepting that women were just as worthy and capable as men and made him not just accept but embrace her culture. To a spoiled brat that spends her entire screen time being boy crazy, and teaches Sokka literally nothing other than some fighting moves while THANKING him for “bringing the world to me”, by which she means being a boy she can oogle at. This isn’t Suki, this isn’t Katara, the writers are beyond sexist pigs for this shit.

They wanted to improve Sokka’s reputation that wasn’t even threatened and in turn reduced every single named woman to flat-caricatures of incapable, quiet, obedient, boy obsessed little girls all of which rely entirely on the men in the show to do anything.

This is beyond the pale in overt but unacknowledged misogyny which is an insult to every member of the audience especially all the women in the audience. They make it very clear they actually just agree with not-that-covert sexism and patriarchy and it’s disgusting. Never watch this show, dear god never show this to kids who might pick up on this dogshit misogyny)

#avatar the last airbender #they did everyone so dirty it’s not even funny #if the only way to enjoy them conpletely butchering characters is to turn off your fan brain it’s just not a good show

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staylovesmiley · 1 year ago

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Going Dumb~ Chapter 4

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader , Stray Kids x Fem!reader

Time moved agonizingly slow after you had left. Seungmin’s mind blurred from the second you stormed out that door as Minho got in his face, shouting about his poor behavior and repeating the points you had made before only much harsher than your words had been.

Eventually Han stood and pulled the older alpha back, attempting to calm him down while Chan simply stared at the beta with disappointment and anger laced in his eyes.

The pack alpha stayed quiet, afraid to speak or else he’d say something out of anger that he would regret. No one really felt like partying after that and so slowly everyone began cleaning up while Seungmin stood still, hand still cupping his cheek where your hand had fiercely made contact what felt like both mere seconds and also a century ago.

Once everyone was back at the dorm it’s like his brain turned back on, triggered by your scent or the lack thereof in the apartment. He had assumed you would have returned here after you left, no where else for you to go this late in the evening with you not knowing many people in the city and currently living in their spare room it made sense to him that this is the only spot you would be.

Coming back to find you not here caused panic to course through the beta as his instincts were on edge. Trying to think rationally, he told himself you had just put your scent blockers on though his worry caused him to move quickly to the room you had been staying in and fling it open without even stopping to knock.

With eyes wide and his heart rate picking up exponentially, Seungmin ran back to the entryway where the other members were still in the process of taking off their shoes and jackets. “She’s gone- all of her stuff is gone her scent is gone she’s-“ his tone was frantic, heart feeling like it would beat out of his chest from the anxiety.

Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. “So now you care?” He growled, glaring down the second youngest before pushing past him. “She’s fine, by the way. So calm down before you burst a blood vessel. Though maybe you deserve to-“ The second oldest called out to him as he made his way to his room and slammed the door.

“What does he mean she’s fine?” Seungmin asked, eyes falling on the remaining six members who looked equally as unworried as Minho had been. Chan sighed, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t tell you….but I think you owe her an apology so I will-“ the pack alpha stepped up to the beta and held out his phone to him, a text message open on the screen.

Seungmin looked from the phone to Chan before snatching it from him, eyes quickly scanning over the text there. It was a message from you, in a chat room with the two oldest alpha’s, letting them know that you were grateful for them being so welcoming but that you couldn’t stay anymore and that you got yourself a hotel room near by. “Fuck…” the beta mumbled under his breath, his scent souring as he realized just how badly he had screwed up.

He was confused, still not able to understand why he felt so horrible that you were gone. This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? He didn’t want you here in the first place. You were a problem his parents dumped on him last minute, an inconvenience and an annoyance just as you were in your youth. Still, something didn’t sit right in his gut ever since you first arrived.

Seungmin knew he had been an ass, everything you and Minho had said to him and called him couldn’t be more true and it weighed heavily in his chest, squeezing it tight and even tighter when he remembered the look of your crying face before you ran off not once but twice. Once full of hurt and the other anger.

The beta knew he had to make things right, and so he grabbed his jacket and slipped his shoes back on. “Where are you going?” Changbin questioned, raising an eyebrow at Seungmin as he lounged on the couch. “To find Bunny-“ he said as if it was the most simple thing in the world. “Pup, you don’t know what hotel she’s at..” Chan cautioned him, hoping to bring some sense to the younger.

“I know.” Was all he said, pulling on his coat and making sure his phone was in his pocket. “So what’s your game plan?” Felix questioned with amusement as he sat beside the other alpha on the couch. “I’m gonna go to every hotel within walking distance of here and ask if they’ve seen her and then if they have get them to call her room and beg her to see me.”

This admittance caused the two alphas on the couch to burst into laughter while Chan simply stood at watched the beta with a fond look. “That’s the puppy I know, glad to have you back.” He said with a pat to the younger’s shoulder before retreating to his room, albeit a little worried about Seungmin venturing into the city this late alone he knew that it would be best for it to be just the two of you to talk things out. That is, if he was able to find you.

With his luck it seemed like he would never find you, if it wasn’t for someone taking pity on him. “He was at his fourth hotel within walking distance when he got a text from Minho with simply an address and room number. The alpha may be upset with him but he didn’t want the beta to be out this late alone and after calling to check on you he had explained how Seungmin was out looking for you to apologize, how he had reacted once they returned to the dorm, and after thinking it over you agreed to let him send the beta your location.

Seungmin could have started crying tears of relief when he finally knew where you were, sending a quick thank you text to his hyung before catching a cab as the hotel was a bit farther than he had anticipated you going.

Once at the hotel he felt like nothing could go fast enough to bring him to your door, to see for himself that you were here. The elevator ride felt like it took an eternity but once on your floor it was a mad dash for the room number he was given. As he finally made it in front of the generic wooden hotel door he took a deep breath, frowning as he couldn’t smell the sweet citrus that had been plaguing his mind for the past few days.

Hesitantly he raised a fist and gave a quick knock to the door, he didn’t have to wait long before it opened to reveal you standing in front of him. Your eyes looked puffy, cheeks rosy from your tears. You were dressed in sweatpants and a baggy hoodie, sleeves so long they covered up to the tips of your fingers where your arm rested at your side, your other hand holding the door open.

At the sight of him, you crossed your arms over your chest and held the door open with one foot. “Did you really come here to apologize or are you going to continue to be an asshole?” You said, a bite to your words causing a bitter feeling to settle in his stomach. Eyes drifted to your scent glands and he caught a glimpse of the scent blockers you had applied, holding back a whine as he subconsciously pushed out more of his own fresh scent to drape over you.

Seungmin nodded, soft brown eyes locking with yours as he took a deep breath before beginning. “Yes, I am…I- god Bunny I don’t…..” he groaned, running a hand through his hair. “This doesn’t sound like an apology.” You teased, only getting mild enjoyment out of his apparent struggle with what to say. “I was an asshole, really. Everything you said about me is true and- I don’t know what is wrong with me.” You watched as a look of anguish washed over his features and took pity on him, arms dropping to your sides before you stepped back into the room while holding the door open wider for him. “Come, sit down and let’s figure this out then.”

The two of you sat on the bed in your small hotel room, facing each other as you thought of where to start. “I’m sorry for all the things I said to you, for saying you were a problem and that I didn’t want you at the dorms.” He began, eyes cast down to his lap as he picked nervously at the pillow he held there. “And I’m even more sorry for the awful things I said to you regarding your sub gender- that was such bullshit I don’t even believe I just….” He looked up, sniffling a bit as your tearful face came into his memory again. “I wanted to hurt you, to get a reaction and I don’t know why-“

You nodded a bit, taking a deep breath to speak up but he continued before you got the chance. “I mean I kind of know why, now- when we were kids you were always so loud and kind of aggressive towards the other kids at choir, I assumed you would still be like that…”

You huffed a bit, rolling your eyes. “Really? Is that why Minho said you thought I was an alpha?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest once more. “H-He told you about that, huh?” You nodded, eyes narrowed on him slightly. “Yup.” Came your response, putting emphasis and popping the P at the end.

The beta rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, unable to meet your gaze again. “I did, yeah- I know that’s so stereotypical but I was a kid and it just sort of stuck with me the whole time….and you used to hang around me so much I couldn’t make any other friends and I guess I’ve always sort of resented you for it…even now-“ This caused you to sit up, hands falling to your lap as shock took over your face.

“You- you thought that I was the reason no one else wanted to be around you….” You said, just barely above a whisper. Seungmin took a deep breath before nodding, picking harder at the pillow anxiously. “I know it’s silly especially now but- I shouldn’t have held that against you so hard….it’s not like you had any other friends either-“ You winced at that, but tried to hold back an awkward chuckle from escaping. “Ouch- got me there Minnie. I mean Seungmin- sorry…” you corrected yourself, remembering he had asked you not to call him that. Well- more-so told you not to rudely but the boundary still stood regardless. “No no it’s fine…I um- I actually like hearing you call me that….now-“

Nodding in response, you took another deep breath before you spoke up. “Seungmin- I’m sorry you felt like I was some burden when we were kids, and that I was holding you back or something but- god….but that wasn’t what was going on.” Seungmin raised an eyebrow, eyes shooting up to meet yours, his filled with confusion. “What- do you mean that wasn’t what was going on?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Minnie….when you first came to choir, everyone thought you were an omega, or well destined to be one….cause- well same reasons you were so sure I’d be an alpha.” You explained, struggling to find the words slightly to make it come off easier than it was. “You were smaller than most of the other boys in our age group….and you were so soft and sweet- so that first day I overheard the boys saying some awfully hurtful things about you.”

Seungmin shook his head, not believing your words. “No- that can’t be right…why would they-“ you closed your eyes tightly, shaking your head at him. “People are horrible, that’s why. Why did you say those things to me even if you didn’t really believe them, hm?” You countered, no real venom in your words just a stern tone that let him know you weren’t bullshitting him, that this was the truth.

“Anyways- when I heard them talking about you like that I got so…so angry.” Your fists clenched in your lap subconsciously at the memory. “So I didn’t hold back.” His eyes flew to yours once more, wide as saucers and mouth slightly agape. “That-“ You nodded, sighing again as you relaxed your fists realizing how you had balled them up without knowing. “That’s the day I got in trouble for breaking that kids nose. He was saying some derogatory shit about omegas and about you and I wasn’t gonna let it slide.”

The beta stared at you in shock, blinking a few times before finally speaking up. “You beat a kid up for me….” He sounded like he was in disbelief, shaking his head a bit before a laugh escaped. “I just- can’t believe that’s what it was…” You let out a laugh as well, glad he wasn’t upset with you as he had seemed to be before. “And after that I sorta just….attached myself to you. Everyone still thought those awful things about you, and now they thought even worse of me…so I figured we could both use a friend. Plus, they wouldn’t try and say anything mean to you if I was around and if they did….well they knew what was coming if they did.” You shrugged, giving him a soft, shy smile that caused his brain to malfunction slightly.

Seungmin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still really sorry about how I treated you since you got here….you didn’t deserve it before but now you reeaallyy didn’t deserve it- god I’m such an ass.” You shook your head, reaching for his hands and bringing them into your own. “We’re an ass, now you have the chance to be better. Yeah?” He nodded, returning the smile and giving your hands a gentle squeeze. “I’d like to….I wanna make it up to you. Will you- um….are you gonna come back to the dorm now?” He asked hesitantly, puppy eyes hopeful as they beamed into your own.

You sighed, thinking for a moment before shaking your head. “Not- no….I think I’m gonna stay here while I look for a place to live…I don’t think it will take me long, I can always move into the teachers dorms once one comes available.” This caused his heart to sink, feeling uneasy at the thought of you being away after having you so close especially knowing he’s what pushed you away. “Okay…that’s- that’s fair.”

The two of you sat like that for what felt like hours, though only minutes passed before the beta spoke up softly. “Bunny…can you um…god this is ridiculous to ask especially considering how I’ve been treating you but-“ he groaned, struggling to get the words out. “Minnie?” You questioned, eyes looking up into his with a softness that made him feel like he could melt. “Can we scent before I go back?”

Taken aback by the request, you only stared at him blinking for a moment before nodding hesitantly. “Um- okay yeah….I don’t see why not?” Trying not to seem too eager, the beta slowly reached up to pick at the blockers you wore, gently pealing them away and causing the room to be flooded by the sweet smell of citrus, like candied orange and lemon as they filled his senses. Seungmin took a deep breath before carefully moving closer.

He hovered close to you, still not making a move for any contact which caused you to giggle a bit. “Minnie just-“ he looked at you confused, and you laughed more before practically crawling into his lap. “I know it’s been a long time…but we aren’t complete strangers, ya know.” You teased, nuzzling into the crook of his neck until the smell of fresh warm laundry enveloped you, mixing with your scent and causing the room to smell like a fresh summer day.

You stayed like that for a while, cuddled together in the middle of the bed with you in his lap and his arms wrapped tightly around you as if you’d somehow disappear. “I’m sorry I took your friendship for granted when we were kids….you deserved a better friend than me-“ he said just above a whisper, and you could tell there were tears brimming in his eyes just from the sound of his voice. “Oh Minnie….you don’t know it but you were a good friend to me then- so much more than you know it….it’s why I defended you so fiercely.”

You began to feel warm tears hit the top of your head but you said nothing, only clung to him tighter and pushed more of your scent out to comfort him while the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

author’s note: yay no more mean Minnie!!~~ I hope this didn’t seem to rushed I did not read this over or have it read over for me I’m just so eager to get it out~~ I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now!! I hope it translated well from my brain to words- ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 2 years ago

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[CN] Victor’s Nostalgic Memories Date (Eng Translation)

“You’re my first.”

“You’re my first, too.”

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 旧忆之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

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[Heads-up]: Read the transcript for reading, but PLEASE DO WATCH THE VIDEO!! THE BGMS, THE VOICE ACTING, EVERYTHING!! (also, yes, I’ve made my real-time reactions 🤪)

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【Chapter 1】

Not long ago, Victor received a commemorative book.

The sender is his alma mater, Loveland Central Elementary School, which is about to celebrate its 100th anniversary.

The book is filled with old photos of his school. With unending excitement, I relentlessly search for that familiar figure among them.

Little Victor holding up his award certificates with a composed demeanor, hoisting the national flag with aplomb, or standing on the winner’s podium during the sports meet… all these are images of him I haven’t seen before.

MC: Model student, flag-raiser, long-distance running gold medalist… how many more surprises does this man have in store that I still don’t know about?

?? (Victor): What are you muttering to yourself this time?

I look up and find that Victor has entered the bedroom without me noticing.

MC: I can’t help but feel sentimental~ After all, you were that “kid from someone else’s family” when we were little.

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[Tidbits]: The term MC uses here is “别人家的小孩,” I guess you’ll understand this better if you are an Asian/ of Asian descendance/ have Asian parents LOL; it’s often used to describe how parents spur their own kids into working harder by often mentioning “the other kid” as a role model who usually excels in many aspects~ :> And MC playfully follows this with– he belongs to her/ they’re a family now. So, she can take pride that “the prized boy” is all hers 🤣💕 (aside from the obvious knife about MC being regretful of missing out on each other’s lives, which comes later~ 🥲)

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Victor: Someone else’s family?

Watching his cool and collected expression as he arches an eyebrow, I cheekily walk up to him.

MC: Hehe, but now you’re mine~

As I notice him smiling slightly, I can’t help but be insatiable and pull him along to join me in flipping through the photo album.

We have just flipped through a few photos of the “Campus Singing Competition” when the person beside me seems to have seen something, causing his pupils to quiver ever so slightly.

Following his gaze, I catch a glimpse of a young kid with dramatic stage makeup, sporting a red dot on the space between his brows.

Before I can take a closer look, the commemorative book in front of me is abruptly snapped shut.

MC: Wait!

Hastily, I clutch his hand down and carefully inspect the photo. There is actually a small caption below it that reads–– “Little Victor, photographed by Dad”

Astounded, I snatch the book and examine it closely–– the child’s solemn expression, with furrowed brows, is unmistakably identical to that of a certain someone I know so well.

I stare at Victor in utter disbelief, while he seems to have already resigned himself and closed his eyes.

MC: Hahahaha–– you’re so cute, hahaha!

Victor: …stop laughing, give me back the book.

MC: Alright, but you have to agree to one condition of mine.

Victor: ...you sure know how to make demands.

MC: Don’t want to agree? Well, then I might just turn you into an emoji pack, huh?

Victor takes a deep breath as if he has reached the limit of his patience. He then takes out his phone, quickly taps on the screen, and holds it to his ear.

Victor: I had planned to bring a certain someone along to visit the school when I’d sign the contract to donate to the school building.

Victor: But since the photos seem enough to satisfy you, I think I’m gonna talk to the school about reducing your title to a colleague.

Hearing his words, I immediately grab his arm, displaying a sincere expression.

MC: Why didn’t you tell me about the building donation before? I’m not laughing anymore, I promise!

He arches an eyebrow and moves his phone a few inches away, as if waiting for me to offer a bigger bargaining chip.

I narrow my eyes and steel myself.

MC: I’ll give you three of my embarrassing childhood photos!

Victor: Deal.

Hearing a muffled chuckle in my ears, I suddenly realize what’s going on. I seize his phone and, sure enough, find that the screen is still locked.

MC: …you’re so childish, Victor!

Despite my reproach, he remains composed and raps my head.

Victor: He who touches ink becomes black, you know?

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Victor: …wish strips?

An old metal box is gently placed on the table, inside of which is stacked with many pieces of weathered papers, tinged with a yellow hue.

After the completion of the donation contract signing, only three people remain in the empty conference room— the two of us and the principal.

Principal: When I learned that you were coming back, I inquired with your homeroom teacher about anything that might have been left behind from back then, and she really found it.

Even as I try hard to focus my attention on their conversation, an inevitably innate urge drives me to reach out and flip through the wish strips with my fingers, looking for a certain one.

Soon, a weathered piece of paper catches my eyes, with meticulously and neatly penned six letters that form the name “Victor.”

However, before I can reach my hand for it, a large hand with slender fingers lands on top of the paper––

Forced by the seriousness of the atmosphere we are in now, I can do nothing but watch helplessly as Victor nonchalantly slips the note into his pocket.

Victor: If there’s anything else you need help with in the future, please feel free to contact me again.

Principal: Thank you, Little Vic. Despite your remarkable achievements in the outside world, you still haven’t forgotten your alma mater.

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[Tidbits]: I’m freaking crying, haha–– look at his Principal still calling this grown-ass man “小李 (Xiao Li)” aksdknld– the sheer adoration you can’t let go of despite the admiration a person has achieved from you– 🥺

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Victor: You’re too kind. On a different note, I wish to take my girlfriend on a tour of the school later. I wonder if it would be convenient?

Principal: Absolutely! You two are welcome to wander around and have a good time.

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It’s summer vacation, and the campus is absolutely empty.

The continuous symphony of cicadas seems to transport me through countless summers, carrying me to the past that belongs to him.

Hand in hand, we walk beneath the shade of the sycamore tree, retracing the journey captured in old photos, from the faintly plastic-scented crimson athletic track to the library, and eventually arriving at his former classroom.

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MC: Where would you sit back then?

Seeing him pointing to a seat in the back row, I press against the window frame and peer inside, yearning to glimpse that small figure across the boundaries of time and space.

MC: Do you have any special memory from your elementary school days?

Victor: What do you mean by special?

MC: Copying homework? Not paying attention in class? Or maybe… puppy love?

It seems like he’s heard something that displeased him; a slight frown creeps onto his face, and he gives me a subtle, scrutinizing look.

Victor: [strikes immediately LMFAO] Your elementary school life was this eventful and colorful? It seems like I underestimated you a little.

MC: Of course not; I didn’t do anything of the sort! I’m just simply curious about your school life~

Victor: It was like any regular elementary school student’s life–– attending classes, doing homework after school, and occasionally playing soccer. Nothing out of the ordinary––

Suddenly, the sound of a series of brisk footsteps interrupts his words. Before long, two kids carrying backpacks appear at the far end of our sight.

Little Boy: Did you check? If you forget to bring your homework again, I won’t come with you next time.

Little Girl: I’ve really brought it this time! Where should we go to do our homework today?

Little Boy: The library.

Little Girl: But we need to stay quiet in the library, and I won’t be able to talk with you there.

Little Boy: …let’s go to the burger joint then.

Watching their departing figures from behind, I tug at the corner of Victor’s clothes.

MC: Have you ever done homework together with other kids?

Victor: Might have done some group assignments at some point.

MC: With you sitting next to them, their study efficiency must have gotten a massive boost. I’m really envious of those classmates who had the chance to do homework with you…

Hearing me say this, Victor’s face takes on a curious and contemplative expression.

Victor: Don’t be envious. I’ve got an idea.

MC: What do you have in mind?

Victor: It just so happens that I have to work tonight. You can bring in your unfinished proposal, and we can “do homework” together.

MC: …I’ll pass. Even a dummy can tell the difference between a friendly invitation and being supervised by a capitalist.

As we are talking, I see the kids from earlier run out of the convenience store in front of the school gate.

With delight on their faces, they share a pack of crisp instant noodles. The savory and crispy aroma from afar feels as if it reaches the tip of my teeth as well.

Just like me, Victor turns his head toward the source of the noise. Upon seeing his reaction, I immediately reach out and take his hand.

MC: Wanna go to the convenience store? It’s my treat!

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【Chapter 3】

The store is not big, but it boasts a diverse selection of snacks arranged on the shelves.

However, my eyes are drawn to a seemingly ordinary pack of candy tucked away in the corner. Memories of my elementary school days rush back, when this candy was all the rage for playing pranks, and I also couldn’t resist tasting it once myself––

Even at this very moment, the fast secretion of saliva in my mouth is a vivid reminder of its “special” flavor.

Filled with curiosity, I pick up the candy and shake it at Victor.

MC: This candy used to be so popular back in the day. Have you ever tried it?

Victor: Nope, I haven’t.

MC: Your childhood is missing just a little something, then.

Victor: If being a glutton is your yardstick, you probably had the most complete childhood in the whole world.

Listening to his playful banter, I silently make up my mind to tease him a little. I grab the candy and settle the bill.

Just imagining the look on his face when he tastes the sourness makes me involuntarily curl my lips into a smile. However, realizing that his gaze is fixed on my face, I hasten to temper my smile.

MC: Victor, may I fill in the missing pieces of your childhood?

Victor: No need.

Ignoring his attempt to decline with a shake of his head, I affectionately bring a candy close to his lips.

MC: Come on, give me some face! I never asked any boy students out for snacks back when I was in school. You’re my first.

Upon hearing my words, his motions pause momentarily, and he stares at me fixedly with downcast eyes.

Just when I think he’s going to reject me again, he softly lets his lips part, lowers his head, and eats the candy from my hand.

I instantly widen my eyes, not wanting to miss any nuance of his expression. But all I see him is chewing the candy nonchalantly without any changes in his demeanor.

This isn’t right… could they have changed the recipe? Puzzled, I pop a candy into my mouth, but as soon as it touches my tongue, I grimace from the sourness.

MC: Sss! So sour!

Victor seems to can’t hold back and bursts into laughter.

Victor: Mmm, it’s indeed sour.

MC: You did that on purpose!

As my indignant glare meets his eyes, he arches an eyebrow in response.

Victor: You sure have a talent for turning the tables. But speaking of doing it on purpose—

Victor: Back when I was in school, I never teased or played with any girl students, either. You’re my first, too.

The candy in my mouth still gives rise to an unending stream of sourness, yet I can distinctly taste a sweet flavor.

Victor: So happy that you’re in a silly daze?

Upon hearing his teasing, I realize I’ve been rooted to the spot and giggling like a silly person this whole time. I quickly pretend to be composed and divert the topic.

MC: I was thinking that we visited all the locations where each of the old photos was taken, except for one that slipped through the cracks!

MC: Where was that adorable picture of you with the red dot between your brows taken?

Victor: Why do you always apply your surplus obsession in places where it’s not necessary?

MC: Humph, it took me so much effort to get you to bring me here. Even if I have to dig the school three feet deep today, I’ll definitely find it!

Seeing me steadfastly staring at him, he lets out a sigh and helplessly takes my hand.

Victor: My alma mater had to spend so much effort to reach the lifespan of a hundred years. I’m not letting it be dug up by you.

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We’re obviously supposed to be searching for the location of the photo. However, Victor brings me back to his old family home, which is currently empty.

Before I can even ask anything, my gaze is captivated by a rather extravagant box of jewelry on the foyer table.

As I let out a small gasp of surprise, Victor also glances over, and his expression turns somewhat speechless.

Victor: Aunt Grace purchased these during her trip abroad. She said you might get tired of seeing me in formal attire, so I should occasionally change things up…

MC: Pfftt! Why didn’t she just send them to you directly?

Victor: Because I declined. She probably planned to take a roundabout approach and ask my dad for help.

MC: Well, that works out perfectly. There’s no need to bother Uncle.

I “obligingly” pat my chest as an expression of “taking responsibility” and put the ornaments in my bag.

MC: But you didn’t especially bring me here just to pick this up, right?

Victor shoots me a wordless glance and then points toward the flower house ahead.

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Victor: Not just the head is slow, the eyes are slow too.

MC: Hey, you meanie…

After a few seconds, I’m suddenly taken aback, my eyes widening. I pull out the photo from the commemorative book and compare it to the flower house before my eyes. To my surprise, it turns out to be exactly the same.

MC: This photo was actually taken at home?

Victor: After I came back from the performance, the teacher notified us that we needed to take a photo.

MC: But I thought you would remove your makeup right after the performance!

Victor: You’re right. I did wipe it off as soon as I got off the stage. But my dad deliberately used a red seal ink paste to reapply that dot.

Seeing the awkward look on his face, I can’t resist the urge to tease him and fish out the lipstick from my bag.

MC: How is it fair if you just make do with a red seal ink paste? Since the other kids have it on, you should too.

Victor: …I should not have told you.

He firmly grasps my unruly hand, but I use my left hand to snatch the lipstick and persistently keep inching closer to him. At this point, I’m practically draped onto his body.

Just as the lipstick is about to touch his forehead, he suddenly looks behind me.

Victor: Dad, you’re back.

I jump off him in a panic, and with my eyes closed, I immediately bow towards the entrance.

MC: Hello, Uncle!

After waiting for quite a considerable amount of time without any response, I’m beginning to feel slightly puzzled when I hear a soft chuckle from above me.

Victor: Turns out that there are still ways to restrain a certain someone’s out-of-control unruliness.

I raise my head and see that there is no one at the entrance.

Seeing the smirk of triumph in his eyes, I let out a “humph” and decide to turn the tables against him. At this moment, I coincidentally spot the wish strip peeking out from his pocket because of our earlier playful fooling around.

But he’s guessed my intentions, and almost simultaneously, he presses his fingertips on the slip of paper along with me. This results in a brief standoff as neither of us releases our hold.

The silent confrontation lasts for a few seconds until I pout, and that’s when I hear him let out a resigned sigh of compromise. I finally have my wish fulfilled and get my hands on his wish strip.

The paper has already yellowed and become brittle, but the carefully and neatly written words haven’t faded even a bit during the overlong passage of time––

“I want to grow up fast so that I can find her.”

Caught off guard by intruding into the “secret” of his past, I somehow feel a mixture of indescribable emotions flooding my heart.

How come he never mentioned to me that he had such a wish before? I can’t help but lift my eyes to look into his.

And he stares at me for a long, long time, as if he too wants to glean something from my expression. His lips twitch, but he doesn’t utter a single word even after a long time passes by.

Seeing him hesitate like this, I decide to be the one to break the silence first.

MC: Haha, I didn’t expect your wish to be so sincere and honest.

MC: But don’t worry, who didn’t have some little secrets in their childhood? I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it!

Victor: Little secret?

He doesn’t seem to have expected me to say this, causing him to evidently be stunned for a moment. But soon, a glint of playfulness sparks in his eyes.

Victor: Well, that’s a shame. I was originally going to share it with you, but since a certain dummy isn’t curious––

Victor: I guess I’ll just have to leave it be.

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【Chapter 4】

He has really done what he said, not uttering a single word of explanation.

He even seems to be in high spirits as he grabs a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, as if he does not feel my indignant glare fixed on him at all.

Victor: Let’s celebrate together.

MC: Celebrate what?

Victor: I’m really lucky; my wish has come true.

With a hint of tenderness crested between his eyebrows and in his eyes, he uncorks the wine bottle. “Pop”–– the celebration begins, but I feel as if it’s my heart that has begun to deflate.

I push down the bitter feelings in my heart and take a sip of my drink.

MC: Congratulations to you, then.

Victor: Why does this “congratulations” sound a bit like you’re saying it against your will?

Being relentlessly pressed by his step-by-step advances while he is greatly amused, I suddenly feel a mix of embarrassment and anger soaring into my chest.

MC: How should I congratulate you then? Do you want me to take a photo of you for comparison to prove that you’ve grown up properly, just as you wished?

Victor: Sure, how do you plan to take the photo for me?

Originally, it was just an impulsive remark I made out of anger. But his reply suddenly causes me to choke, rendering me momentarily speechless. I can’t help but feel a little itch in my teeth.

However, upon glancing at the extravagant jewelry box in my bag, I narrow my eyes.

The next second, I push him onto the couch and start “hanging” all the jewelry on him without even asking him.

Victor: …are you decorating a Christmas tree?

MC: Since we are taking new photos in the once familiar place, you naturally have to dress up enough like an adult to give them the true value of commemoration.

However, I gradually realize that the ornaments on him don’t look over the top at all; instead, they make him look even more exquisite.

Seeing this, I wickedly pull open a section of his collar, exposing a large expanse of sculpted muscles that charges into my eyes. I can’t help but gulp at the sight.

Victor: Is this how a certain dummy defines an adult?

MC: Why? Can’t I do this?

Hearing his soft chuckle, I huff in anger as I mutter under my breath.

The next second, my wrist is clasped in place, and I find myself falling into his arms. That familiar scent of his hems me tightly.

Victor: Of course you can. But I think there’s still a bit of room for enhancement.

His warm breath grazes my ear now and then, making my heartbeat accelerate involuntarily.

Realizing that my chance to counterattack is slipping through the cracks, I inwardly compose myself and tilt my head slightly, forcefully suppressing my racing heartbeat.

Aiming my gaze at the lipstick on the table, I immediately come up with a plan.

MC: You’re absolutely right; there’s still room for enhancement. It was my bad. I still need to mark you like an adult––

I grab the lipstick and apply several thick coats on my lips, then seal it with a big kiss on his cheek.

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, seemingly evident that he didn’t anticipate my move at all. After a brief moment, he just casually leans back against the couch.

Victor: Have you finished all your preparations for taking the photo?

Looking at his face painted with the mark of my kiss, I nod in satisfaction.

He raises an eyebrow at my reaction, then pulls me closer to him once again.

Victor: Now it’s my turn.

Victor: Photos that hold the true value of commemoration should be taken alongside the witness testimony who made my wish come true.

MC: Witness testimony? Me?

Victor: Is there a third person here?

Victor rubs his temples helplessly, but the smile hanging at the edge of his lips seems to validate the daring conjecture harbored in the depths of my heart.

MC: The “her” you wrote about in your wish strip… it’s me?

Victor: You dummy, who else could it possibly be except you?

Without a moment’s hesitation, he admits it candidly.

In this instant, my heart feels as if it has been drenched.

The mottled wish strip in front of me is akin to the tip of an iceberg I have somehow peered into. It reminds me that in places I’ve never seen, millions of emotions lie buried that I still don’t know about and have yet to fathom.

And those deep eyes of his, which have been fixed on me all along, are so honest and sincere without the slightest concealment, make me surer than ever that––

The impact of our childhood encounter, the bond that forged our destinies together, perhaps runs much deeper than I had ever imagined it to be possible.

It turns out that I have already had my place in his past long ago.

By the time I speak again, my tone has already become joyful.

MC: Ah–– it turns out I had already become your heart’s desire so, so early on. I must have had quite the charm back when I was little, huh~

Victor: …I really underestimated how thick-skinned you can be.

He laughs involuntarily and watches me quietly for a while. The light in his gaze becomes even deeper and more earnest.

Victor: But MC, when I say “I’m lucky,” it’s not because I found the little girl from my past.

Victor: It’s because of the fortunate circumstance–– that little girl turned out to be you.

I instinctively find myself rooted to the spot, feeling a tingling itch sprouting in my heart, as if a wobbly little flower has blossomed within me.

It’s not until he takes hold of my hand that I finally snap out of it. Accompanied by the silky smooth touch of his fingertips, an English word takes form on the glass wall of the flower room –– Morii.

MC: What does it mean?

He lowers his gaze to look at me, his eyes seemingly concealing a subtle smile.

Victor: Originally, for me, those past days were nothing but ordinary moments, days that I would never want to look back on.

Victor: But the moment you stepped inside and looked around, those old times suddenly came to life again.

Victor: Perhaps it’s the gift of a certain dummy; you’ve always made me want to keep holding onto these moments that exist because of you.

His gentle voice is reminiscent of a feather landing in my heart, creating concentric ripples of waves.

I find myself unable to contain my giggle and lean in closer to him.

MC: Then let’s keep holding onto it.

He is slightly stumped for a moment but soon understands the meaning of my words and turns on the camera, aiming it at us. From beginning to end, those eyes of his gazing at me have held a perpetual interplay of tender and fervent glimmers.

Lifting myself up on my toes, I approach the figure that is also drawing closer to me.

Two throbbing hearts appear to have traversed the confines of endless dusty time, seeking solace in each other’s arms time and time again.

Right at this moment, the flash of the camera lights up.

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[Tidbits]: Didn’t wanna break the immersion, so kept it for the last here. The word Victor led MC to write together, i.e., “Morii” means the “desire to capture a fleeting moment that cannot be retained.” It’s basically the ephemeral nature of life, the reminder of everything inevitable. It’s like a time in which you expect the least, a time in which that moment spontaneously confronts you, but there is nothing you can do to preserve it— and the desire to do all you can to keep that moment to yourself is “Morii.” And if you know Victor and Victor x MC’s story, I’m sure you understand why it’s so important that they wrote it together, or rather MC instinctively followed his strokes without asking why— (இ﹏இ`｡)❤️

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