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MANAGER & MONSTER
Thanks a lot @veilody for the push, this fic wouldn't be complete without you❤️🫶


Disclaimer: This fic is as big as DG'S dick so grab a snack and sit straight 🫵 inspired by Iseop's Romance :)
The goal was simple. The pay was good. And the person well, it was DG of all people. Not gonna lie, he was really handsome, and by looks alone, he was exactly your type.
But the problem was, even if you always knew idols weren’t how they appeared to the world, you didn’t know it could be this bad. Nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that was Diego Kang.
Before you could even start the job, you had to get approval from Mr. Choi. No questions were asked about the man you were going to be working under. You were excited on your first day, eager to meet DG, but he made sure to kill that excitement instantly.
“You’re late,” he said, standing at the front gate, arms crossed.
“Sir, it’s just two minutes,” you replied, a little breathless.
“And two minutes makes all the difference,” he said, brushing past you with barely a glance.
No greetings. No warmth. Just ice. You followed behind because that’s how it was supposed to be. Idols shine, and managers do the work in the background.
James thought maybe he was being too harsh but seriously, who could blame him? You had been appointed by none other than Charles Choi. That alone was enough to put him on high alert. He hadn’t had a moment to relax since, and as he glanced at you through the rearview mirror—sharp, composed, but clearly rattled—he allowed a slight smirk to creep onto his face.
“Sir, you seem to be in good spirits,” you offered, smiling gently.
He didn’t react at all.
You cursed him silently. Seriously, can’t he even pretend to smile? Screw his fake smiles.
“Focus on the road instead of cursing me,” he said flatly.
What the hell? Did he read your mind? What was he?
There was a lot to unpack.
🌺
“Sir, you have a meeting with another label at 2 PM,” you said, entering his office.
He wasn’t just an idol anymore, he was now the CEO of PTJ Entertainment. Which meant more work, more pressure, more chaos.
You didn’t mind, though. You got a raise. Your base salary was decent, and the raise was just the cherry on top. Sure, you had to deal with his cold demeanour, his dismissiveness, and those signature side-eyes. But DG wasn’t a complete asshole, he was just...distant. Very distant. Like he was always plotting something in that complex mind of his.
“Yeah. Thanks for the reminder. We’ll head out at 1:15,” he said, still typing on his laptop.
“But shouldn’t we leave earlier? There could be traffic, and this is a big opportunity.”
He paused, looking at you like your suggestion was...
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes. We’ll leave a bit earlier, as you said.”
“I see. I’ll go get the car ready.”
As you turned and walked out, he watched you. Truth be told, he still didn’t trust you not one bit. Not even after you helped him with that stalker case. Not even when you stood like a shield during that media ambush. You reminded him of how Baekho Kown was to Gapryong Kim. And that was the problem, he didn’t need anyone. He could handle everything himself.
And more than that... you were hired by Charles Choi.
Wasn’t his childhood and teenage years already enough for that man? Why was he still interfering?
James chewed on the back of his pen. Maybe he needed to find a way to eliminate you. You were too good to be true.
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“I’m sorry. This wasn’t how things were planned. I really apologize.” you bowed deeply.
That arrogant bastard didn’t show up. He had scheduled a last-minute internal meeting, claiming he wanted to assess the work culture and improve it. And now, you were stuck with the damage control.
“This is really unprofessional,” the director snapped. “Canceling at the last minute? We get that he’s DG, and he has new responsibilities, but this is unacceptable.”
“I understand, and I’m truly sorry. The transition has been more chaotic than expected, but I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again,” you said firmly.
“Isn’t it a manager’s job to ensure an idol’s schedule is coordinated properly? This sounds more like your failure than his. DG is probably overworked. Make sure you are doing your job instead of dragging him around.”
Just like that, the deal was gone.. and the blame? All on you.
Because what’s a manager who can’t manage? And second because it’s easier to blame a woman, isn’t it?
After all, Diego Kang could never be wrong. Oh, how convenient.
🌺
You stormed into his practice room. It was late. It was raining. Maybe even the sky understood your mood because pain wasn’t yours alone tonight.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” you exploded, rain-soaked, mascara smudged like war paint. Because it was war.
He was drinking from a water bottle, drenched in sweat from hours of practice.
“What are you talking about? You’ll catch a cold.” He offered you a towel.
You slapped it away.
“Listen, Diego Kang. You want to fire me? Do it. Keep your dirty tricks to yourself. You think I’m your puppet? That you can mess with me however you like?”
You were livid, but your voice didn’t shake, it was fire.
“I don’t like working with you either, okay, nation’s beloved man. But some of us don’t have a choice. I’m here for the money. There. I said it. And if you can’t keep things professional—” your voice cracked, “—then don’t expect me to either, you… bubblegum bastard—”
His eyes widened slightly at that.
But he kept listening.
“Money is all I care about. Not everyone gets it handed to them like air. I have no shame in admitting it. Meanwhile, you...no shame in screwing people over with their time and dignity.”
And just like that, the dam burst.
Tears streamed down your face as you turned and ran before you could hear whatever comeback he had.
You didn’t want to know.
🌺
DG stood there, bottle in hand, the towel abandoned on the floor.
Bubblegum, huh?
He chuckled. Yeah, his haters said that too.
But… did he cross a line?
“Money is all you care about,” you said. That’s why you put up with him for so long?
Maybe. But did he mind?
He rubbed the back of his neck. To be honest, you were efficient. Everything ran smoother with you around. Unlike some ex-managers who thought his coldness was “hard to get” and kept crossing the line, you always stayed professional.
Except tonight.
And strangely… he didn’t hate that.
You weren’t trying to charm him. You weren’t trying to force your way in. You just… finally snapped.
Bubblegum, he thought again.
Maybe you weren’t so bad.
Still, he needed to be cautious. If Charles Choi was involved, there was always more under the surface.
Maybe you were just here for the money.
But he needed to know—
Why was it so important to you? Were you related to Goo?
🌺
You slumped onto your bed the moment you got home, not even bothering to change. All you could think about was his stupid, bored expression, like you were the crazy one and he was too cool for this shit. Fine, you'd quit. But wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? Wasn’t that what this whole fiasco was about—to humiliate you? Still, what comes next? Where will you go? Your aunt won't take you back. You clawed your way through everything just to escape that hellhole. And sometimes it feels never-ending, like the world is just full of shit and..
Your phone buzzed.
A message.
From who?
Oh, hell no.
“We should talk tomorrow.”
That’s it? No apology. No explanation. Was his ass scared you’d expose him? Reveal how much of his image is just carefully crafted PR?
You smirked. Maybe you had the upper hand now. No way you’d talk to him. With that satisfying thought, you fell asleep peacefully, knowing he was the one who lost this round.
🌺
“You should eat dinner. It's getting late,” DG said, eyes still fixed on the recording booth as he adjusted his mic.
You simply nodded. “I’ll go when you’re done. Let me know what I should bring back for you.”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This recording will take a while. I told you to eat already. I’ll be fine.”
He crossed his arms. “Make sure you eat, or I’ll cut your pay.”
Then he left.
“Oh, okay,” you muttered.
Well, at least he’d changed. He’d stopped with his unnecessary, belittling comments. And strangely, the record label director, who was an absolute asshole to you before, now treated you with surprising grace. Maybe it was the way you glared at him. Maybe you intimidated him. Who knows?
In hindsight, meeting DG again after that humiliating incident wasn’t as shameless as you thought. It was... better. He apologised in person. Said he was just being cautious. That he’d worked too hard to let people,managers included, try and get too close just to gain something. Not just managers. Everyone.
You understood. You apologized too.
He just nodded and, in a strangely soft gesture, handed you a Chupa Chups.
Lemon-flavored. Eww.
You took it without complaint. It was generous, coming from him.
“Did you eat?” he asked again once recording wrapped.
“Yes, sir. You’re done for now—do you want to head home or eat out?”
“Take me home,” he said flatly.
“Yes, and, just a reminder,we’re flying out of the country tomorrow, so please try to get proper rest.”
“Thank you,” he said, walking beside you.
He glanced over at you, disheveled hair, tired eyes, dark circles.
“Wait,” he called your name. You stopped in your tracks.
“I have... some other business tomorrow too.”
The kind of business that involved tracking down the punks using his real name. He hoped Eugene's intel was accurate.
“But your schedule says—” you began.
“It’s private business,” he cut in.
Private? Was he... seeing someone?
That would be a scandal, especially with his dating clause. But he was young and handsome. Or maybe he was visiting family?
Wait. Did he even have family? You’d read everything there was about him, his past was spotless. No mention of any relatives.
“I see. Please be on time.”
“Don’t worry too much. I won’t... do that again,” he muttered, scratching the back of his head, avoiding eye contact.
You burst into laughter. Full, unfiltered laughter. You clutched your stomach and leaned against the wall.
He looked so innocent saying that.
So, he did have that in him, huh?
“Sorry, sir, it’s just—”
“It’s fine.”
“No, really, I’m sorry. Just… don’t strain yourself. I hope this doesn’t add more pressure.”
A genuine smile followed your words. And what were you saying? Are you stupid? He’s an idol. His entire job is pressure. Why did it even bother you?
Why did he suddenly look like he was dissecting your smile, as if wondering whether you truly meant it?
“Sir!”
“Yes?”
“Get in the car, will you?”
Damn it. His mind was a mess.
🌺
“DG! DG! DG!”
“Babe, I love you!”
“Please be the father of my children!”
“Why is he wearing so many clothes?”
“We love you, DG!”
The concert was a smash hit like always. He gave it his all. Finding a DG concert ticket was like chasing a mirage. They sold out in seconds, every single time. The crowd screamed, danced, begged for more.
In front of them, he was the King of K-pop. Albums. Awards. Power. Everything within reach.
But what happens when the curtain falls, and he’s left alone with his thoughts?
“Sir, that was a great show as usual,” you said as you entered the dressing room.
He was slumped on the luxurious couch, a damp towel over his face.
“Thank you,” he mumbled.
You hesitated. You wanted to remind him the next show was in sixteen hours but looking at him now, so drained, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. A few months ago, you might’ve enjoyed seeing him like this. But now?
Now all you saw was a young man who barely had time to breathe.
You wanted to run your fingers through his hair. Maybe lull him to sleep.
No. No, absolutely not. How scandalous. This was your job. You had to leave.
“Sir… I feel like I’m disturbing your rest. I’ll contact you later,” you said, turning to leave.
But then—he held your wrist.
“Stay. You don’t always have to fill the silence,” he murmured, towel still covering his face.
The towel hid more than just sweat. It hid the look in his eyes, the fear that you might recoil, report him, accuse him of crossing a line. He let go of your hand quickly, apologizing as he pulled the towel down, face flushed red.
“That was—”
You gently pushed him back down.
“Rest. I’m staying. You asked me to, and it’s my job to make sure the client is comfortable.”
Ah, client. So that’s all he was to you.
The bitterness in him surged, but before he could speak, you said: “Sir, are you really comfortable? Do you mind if I…?”
You hesitated, then slowly reached toward his hair.
He didn't mind. In fact, he guided your hand to his scalp.
This wasn’t normal, was it?
You massaged his scalp like it was something you did every day. He sighed.
And then—
“It’s James. Not sir.”
You blinked. Was that a slip? Did he mean to say it?
Because if his enemies already knew Diego Kang was James Lee, then why hide it from you?
“James,” you echoed, and he was livid the way his real name sounded from your lips.
“How’s your family?” you asked, then froze. Was that too personal? Too familiar?
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought—maybe it’d be good for you to visit them sometimes, instead of burying yourself in work all the time.”
“Family?” he laughed softly. “I don’t even have friends. Unless a Mexican cartel leader counts.”
Wait—what?
Was that… a joke?
Right?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude—”
He brought his finger to your lips, silencing you gently.
“Don’t be. This is the first time someone’s ever asked.”
He offered a bittersweet smile as he leaned back on the couch and pretended to sleep.
But you knew he wasn’t asleep.
“James…” you whispered.
His real name.
“If no one else is, I’m here, okay?”
You didn’t know why you said it. Maybe it was your stupid heart.
Your stupid, foolish little heart.
But he squeezed your hand in response.
And maybe… maybe that was the reassurance you needed.
Even if neither of you would admit the truth—
That this isn’t how things are supposed to happen.
🌺
You barely had any time these days. Most of it went into making sure DG, no, James now, apparently, was on schedule, not overworking himself, and showing up where he needed to be. The little time you did get for yourself, you spent near the Han River. Sometimes you liked running there, sometimes just sitting still, doing absolutely nothing, just breathing, being away from him for a while.
It wasn’t bad being around him anymore. He wasn’t as cold or distant as he used to be. But sometimes, you still felt that space between you two, a strange ache to be closer, yet an invisible line you didn’t dare cross. Why do I even feel like this? It was all professional.
Yeah. Professional.
Even when you were working late and lied about having dinner, only for him to order your favorite dish? Why did he know your favorite, anyway?
It was professional when he insisted you eat with him.
It was professional when he shielded you from the media, even though that was supposed to be your job.
Ugh. You slapped your cheek gently. Why were you thinking about this so much? Maybe because he was in a bad mood today, cold again after last night’s meeting at the HNH headquarters. Did you do something wrong? Was the AC too cold? Did someone scold him?
The idea of someone scolding DG made you chuckle. That would be a sight. You were halfway through your sandwich, hiding your mouth with one hand, when you heard the dreaded voice.
“Having fun?”
James, in an all-black outfit, a mask, and a cap, though he hadn't even tucked in all of his hair. You stood up immediately and adjusted it for him, stepping closer only to remember how tall he was. Even in heels, you had to reach.
“Cover your hair properly, okay?” you said as you fixed the cap. The soft brush of your fingers against his hair made him exhale, long and deep.
"What?" you asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
Once you were done, he handed you something. An ice cream sandwich.
You looked at him, puzzled.
“It’s dessert,” he said, simply.
You quickly finished your sandwich, dessert had always been your weakness. As you took the first bite, you could feel his gaze on you.
“You didn’t bring anything for yourself?” you asked.
“I’m on a strict diet,” he said, his eyes still on you.
You tried your best to avoid his stare, but it was too much.
“Are you… like, one of those weirdos who get turned on watching people eat ice cream?”
James gave you a flat look. You held your ice cream toward him. “Do you want a bite or something?”
He raised both hands in surrender. “Not at all.”
“Then why are you staring?” you asked bluntly.
Was he really staring? Maybe. He wasn’t sure. He was just observing… right?
He shifted slightly, creating more space between you two on the bench. “I was just wondering… if it’d be okay to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“How’s your family?” he asked. “I mean, you asked me once, so… I just thought…”
He trailed off, internally cursing himself. You messed it up again, dumbass. This wasn’t his area. He avoided emotional entanglements for a reason. But this? You? You were a puzzle he couldn’t figure out. And one mistake could unravel everything he’d built.
“I used to live with my aunt and cousin,” you replied, quickly. “But they didn’t really want me there. And honestly? To hell with them. I’m better off alone.”
You said it like ripping off a bandage: fast, clean. Because admitting that to him—someone so needed by the world—made you feel like you were disposable.
“You did the right thing. It’s brave... to leave something behind and live life on your own terms,” he said.
Even through the mask, you could tell his expression was sincere.
Then he noticed some ice cream on your face and chuckled. Genuinely. Despite how efficient and serious you usually were, moments like this reminded him how adorable you could be. He leaned in, reaching to wipe it off—
And paused.
Your lips. Why did they look so…
“James…” you murmured.
“James, you have your mask on,” you added.
Was that permission if he didn’t have it on?
And then your lips collided.
But the moment shattered as clarity hit you like a slap. You pulled away, brushing at your mouth like dusting off dirt, and fussed with your skirt even though it didn’t need fixing.
What were you doing?
“This was out of line,” James said.
“No, I should apologize. I could’ve ruined your career,” you said quickly. “If you feel the need to—”
“Stop,” he cut in. “It’s fine. You don’t need to leave. I… It’s nothing.”
And he got up and left.
Yes. Nothing. As always, it’s nothing. You were here for the job. For the paycheck. Not to get dragged into emotional turmoil by a man who would retreat the moment things got real.
But then why… why did it sting?
🌺
Later that night, you heard a knock at your door.
“What are you doing here?” you asked as you opened it , to find James standing there, holding a brown bag.
“You were sick. You should’ve told me.”
He stepped inside without waiting.
“Sir, you don’t have to do this,” you said, your voice a little too high.
“Sir? Back to formalities now?” he teased gently. “Just because you’re high on meds?”
You didn’t laugh. Not even a twitch.
“If some things mean nothing to you,” you said, quietly, “they could mean a lot to someone else. Let me have at least that much.”
Maybe it was the fever. Or maybe it was hope. Stupid, aching hope. You hoped, when he leaned in earlier, that he would kiss you. Why?
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Please leave. I’m not well.” You hiccupped between the words as the tears finally poured.
You buried yourself in the blanket, wanting to disappear.
But then you felt weight, a head resting on your knees.
“Just hear me out once,” he said softly. “If you still want me to leave after that, I will.”
You said nothing, but he went on.
“I’m really grateful for everything you’ve done—for me. A simple ‘thank you’ would never be enough. But…” He exhaled. “I’m selfish. And I don’t care. So, if you want to make that ‘nothing’ into everything… please tell me it’s fine.”
You threw the blanket off, face puffy and nose running, and grabbed a tissue to wipe your snot. His words had been sincere. But also—
“What was that line?” you sniffed. “I knew you were a loser. Smooth on the streets, fool under the sheets.”
You burst out laughing, uncontrollably.
He chuckled too, shaking his head. But then he grabbed your face. This time, there was no awkwardness, no hesitation, only that dangerous glint in his eye. The look that said he was going to get what he wanted.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. “Good thing, I had even better lines ready.”
“Yup,” you whispered.
And that one word was all it took.
He crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his hair, making him groan, and when he bit your lower lip, you responded with more, more heat, more want, more everything.
🌺
“Yes.”
A simple word, but one that held immense weight. The creator and the destroyer of many things.
And with that yes came change.
It had been two months now. The transition had been surprisingly smooth. You live with him now. And being with him, really with him, you saw how much happier he was. How he hummed under his breath when satisfied, how he secretly hoarded Chupa Chups, how time was slowly peeling back the layers of everything he had kept hidden from you.
Of how James Lee became Diego Kang.
“It’s nice here, right?” he murmured, pulling you in by the shoulder and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
You had just arrived at a resort, booked just for the two of you.
Evening had settled in, and the winter breeze brushed against your skin. It felt good, peaceful. A rare moment to breathe, away from the constant noise, the relentless hustle. Here, you could finally just exist. As a couple. Not coworkers stealing fragments of time. Not stolen kisses in between tasks or you waiting for the right moment to hug him tight.
Now, he was behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You sighed and leaned back into him.
“James.”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you change your name? What was wrong with James Lee?”
He stilled for a second. Was she really asking this now? he thought. Of all times?
But then again—when else would you ask?
He knew you were smart enough to catch that he would’ve dodged this on any other day. But here, now, wrapped around you like this? He couldn’t run.
“Because DG sounds cooler for an idol,” he deadpanned, nuzzling into your neck.
“Really?”
“No… there’s more to it.”
You turned around to face him now, eyes locking. “Then tell me.”
“When the right time—”
This time, you silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips.
"The right time is always now. Does it have anything to do with why you cut ties with Chairman Choi?"
He sighed and pulled you into his lap despite your playful protest. You squirmed, but he ignored it, burying his face into the crook of your neck and pressing a mock bite to your skin.
“Trust me,” he murmured. “I’ll tell you when it’s time. Just… hang on a little longer.”
Your fingers threaded through his hair, and he let out a breath of relief. You kissed the top of his head softly.
“I’ll wait. But I hope you trust me.”
And trust, he did. Of course he did. But still, his heart weighed every possibility. What if you never knew the full truth? Would that be better? Would you be safer in the dark?
Could you still love him once you knew what his hands had done?
Would you stay?
🌺
“Diego Kang is hailed as a national hero after taking down Charles Choi. The country’s beloved idol…”
You turned off the television. Honestly, he had been glued to that channel ever since he returned. Even now, as you were gently drying his hair with a towel, his eyes were still fixed on the screen. You tried tugging a few strands just to annoy him. Nothing.
“Why’d you switch it off?” he asked flatly.
“I just dried your hair so nicely, and all you’re doing is staring at the news like it’s your fan edit,” you grumbled, pinching his cheeks.
He gave you that same bored expression, but you could tell the gears in his head were turning fast.
Of course, this was exactly how he imagined the narrative unfolding. Just as planned.
“People get swayed so easily, don’t they?” he said, his voice unreadable.
“I don’t think it was easy,” you replied matter-of-factly. “You earned this. People love you because of the years of work you put in...even before all this.”
Your phone buzzed again. It had been going off all day. The media was insatiable, everyone wanted an exclusive interview.You finally set it to DND.
James had been strange lately. Not exactly cold, just distant as if something inside him had settled. Like he had won. Like some final piece of a long game had clicked into place.
You knew now. The truth.
Why he stopped being James Lee.
What Charles Choi really was.
What the Kings had done and what he had done in response.
A part of you had flinched. You couldn’t deny that. The blood, the manipulation, the power plays—part of it repulsed you.
But another part… you didn’t want to say it aloud.
You’d tried to rationalize it. Gangsters fighting gangsters. Justice in shades of grey.
James’ schedule for the month was lighter now. No long-term commitments. Nothing tying him down.
And even if you knew where all this was heading, even if your instincts whispered warnings, you didn’t let yourself dwell on it.
Or maybe, you never had the option to begin with.
🌺
“No.”
“Listen—”
“No. Who are you? Where is my man?” you ask, lips parted in disbelief, eyes wide with a mix of sadness and mockery. He dyed his hair. Black. Black!
“Who are you?” you repeat, even though deep down, you know it’s him.
“It’s me, babe. Just a change of hair color, nothing else,” he tries to reason, almost laughing.
“I think I should call security,” you mumble. You just can’t come to terms with it. He disappeared for a few weeks and came back looking like… this. Sure, he’s still absurdly handsome, but wasn’t this look too generic?
Didn’t he lose his aura?
But then,if that wasn’t enough, he drops another bomb. He wants you to announce his retirement from K-pop. Forever.
It tilts the very axis of your world. Why? What did he mean by “going all out”? And why was there a need to do this in the first place?
“Trust me,” he says, cupping your face with those strong, calloused hands, eyes burning with that same fervor and intensity that always made your breath catch. And you do. You trust him.
You trust him as his hands begin to roam with unspoken tenderness and longing. You kiss him—fiercely, desperately—and stumble your way to your shared room, scattering clothes along the floor. You trust him as he holds you like you’re both fragile and sacred, and even when you see just how big he is, wondering if he’ll even fit, you trust him still.
And he makes sure you never have to question that trust. As passion and love consume you completely, he shows you in every possible way what you mean to him.
That night, when the world quiets and your limbs are tangled together, he finally tells you everything. Holding you close, his voice low and cautious, he confesses who James Lee is. What did it mean. What does it still mean. How the ghost of Gapryong Kim still haunts him.
You’ve never heard him speak so much. Not like this. That night, he unravels completely, his truths, his fears, all of it laid bare, as he waits for your reaction. And in the silence after, he braces himself for the worst. For the possibility that you’ll leave. After all, your worlds had always been different. He may have been beautiful on the outside, but inside? He always believed there was something ugly.
Still, he trusted you.
And when you kiss his collarbone, gently tugging him closer, it’s the only answer he needs. His hold tightens again, as if anchoring himself to you, and you kiss once more, lazy, sleepy kisses. The kind that whisper we’re in this forever. The kind that promise I’m not going anywhere.
You drift into sleep, limbs intertwined, still holding on.
🌺
“Diego Kang-nim, you may come out now.”
Today’s the day.
Politics was something you never thought he’d consider, yet it doesn’t surprise you either. It had all been part of a careful plan. Now, as you fix his tie, he watches you with quiet intensity. Even now, even as his manager, even when things are about to change forever, he’s grateful. Genuinely, deeply grateful that you're still here. Steady. Unflinching.
“Stop staring,” you mutter once you’re done with the tie, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder.
“Why not?” he murmurs, catching your wrists in his hands.
“You have to go,” you say softly, inspecting his suit one last time for wrinkles.
“I know,” he replies, and then lifts your left hand, kissing it gently, right over the diamond he picked with such care.
“Then go.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grins with that same arrogant, familiar smile and kisses you one last time before turning to leave.
You wish him luck.
A world without evil, huh? You’re not sure how much truth there is in that dream, not when you’ve met his so-called “friend” a cartel leader? You don’t ask questions. You don’t pry.
Because despite the good or the bad, despite the blurred lines between righteousness and ruthlessness, you two are in this together.
For the world, he is Diego Kang.
But for you?
He will always be James.
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it's so hard bc you want to have a space where you can talk about self harm / disordered thoughts. but it's damn near impossible to have those spaces without it running the risk of giving someone ideas / encouraging continuing with the behaviors. so you nuke the space. and then there are so many sick people that have even less places they feel safe to express their self in.
#does this make sense#like i am big on harm reduction bc someone that is addicted to sh isnt going to just cold turkey stop forever more than likely#so like them having a space where they can talk about their problems shouldnt necessairily be a bad thing#but then it's like man. someones gonna see this shit and feel encouraged by it#and that is another question of how responsible are we for how people react to our content#which i dont know!!!!!#this post is mainly about how when i was deep in sh territory i didnt have anywhere i could express what was going on#because if you post whats happening you're edgy and promoting unhealthy habits#but if you keep it bottled up from everyone it just gets worse#and when you treat tumblr like a diary it really makes it hard to have a diary you cant be real on#this is purely about vents and like being real about it not about posting pics of it cause thats never okay
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secret sides | spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x purplehaired!reader (series)
summary: in which you further solidify spencer reid's notion that you are not as scary as you appear to be and he sees yet another side to your closed off nature.
wc: 2.2k
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author's note: long overdue. i have rewrote this more times than i can imagine and its still ehhh. but ima move on before i lose my mind becsuse this was fun writing in the beginning but i cannot wait to write smth else. took my almost 20 days to write another scenario... anyways, i enjoy ♥︎ warning: bau traumatic stuff.
"—Reid and [Surname], interview the child."
Morgan immediately raised a brow. It wasn't as if he was questioning your abilities or Hotch's decision, but he wasn't quite sure how a child who had undergone a traumatic event would react to your hardened stare. But, who was he to judge? He had a murder scene to go to with Prentiss.
This was your first case with the BAU. Spencer Reid knew there was a high probability he would be paired with you for the case, yet even as Hotch voiced that thought to life, the reality of the situation made him too aware of how he should have chosen a different colored vest.
"Partner." You nodded towards him.
He cleared his throat and sent a nod back, "Partner."
An officer assisted the two of you towards the door of the soft room in which the child of a crime currently resides in. Oliver Anderson. A witness to a horrible crime involving three murder victims, one being his grandfather which was his only guardian. He hasn't spoke to anybody, not the officers who found him and not the social worker who was currently trying to get him to engage with the toys thay surrounded them.
Entering the room filled with a variety of toys and a healthy amount of sunlight that brightened up the room within its emotional somber, you and Spencer slowly made your way to the child's view.
"Hi Oliver." The gentle tone of Spencer suprised you. It felt unguarded and tender. A soft expression appeared across his face as he inched closer towards the child, crouching down to get on the same level.
You hadn't heard Spencer talk in such a way. You supposed that people tended to adjust their voices when speaking to different age groups. This was especially the case when interviewing people who have experienced traumatic events. Developing a special cadence and tone that felt comforting and welcoming enough for one to be open was a hard thing to master, yet Spencer spoke as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Like second nature.
You hung back, letting your fellow agent take the lead. Perhaps out of consideration since the child was raised with a male figure his entire life, and Spencer would feel more comfortable. Or perhaps because it was nice to watch Spencer in a new light.
"I'm Doctor Spencer and that is Agent [Name]."
The child, averted his eyes from the adults' gaze and fidgeted with the loose threads of the couch.
"We came here to help you. Is it alright if we ask you some questions?"
Still no response. Spencer's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he peered over towards you. You stood quite guarded with your arms crossed, shifting your weight towards one side, and eyes squinted almost as if scrutinizing his performance on conducting the interview.
"Can you tell us what happened last night?" Spencer tried again and although he expected silence, Oliver communicated in a different way. He shook his head. "I know it is scary but I promise you, we are here to help you and we want to catch the bad guy who did this to your grandfather."
Oliver once again shook his head.
Then you stepped up. Took a spot right beside Spencer and right in front of the child. You crouched down, your heels making it easier to balance as you rested your hands on top on your knees that were pressed against your chest.
"Oliver, is someone asking you to keep last night a secret?" you questioned and you could visibly see the boy sort of flinch back.
Spencer and you locked eyes, a new piece of the puzzle unlocked. The doctor continued, "Are you able to tell us the secret?"
The six-year-old shook his head.
"Was the person who told you to keep this secret scary?" the young genius became taken aback when the child shook his head once again. He initially asked the question to keep the child engaged and comfort the initial predicated response, but this was a new puzzle piece.
"Oliver." your voice called out, a tad bit softer than usual though still using the same tone, "Did you know that there are special rules involving secrets? Like magic."
The child whose gaze was once on his lap, now moved towards your eyes, almost to see if you were lying. His eyebrows furrowed, almost questioning the validity of your statement
"Unspoken rules that were put in place to protect the secret keeper." you continued and Spencer had caught onto your idea. Oliver was still at a Santa–believing age and it would be at everybody's best interest to allow the child believe in something more magical. A sort of concept that could overrule the moral dilemmas of secrets.
Spencer knows that judging people based off of a short time of knowing the is wrong, but you were honestly the last person he would have expected to create a magical story to get information out of a child. Many would figure you would be the villain in that magical story but Spencer will digress because the little offensive demon on his shoulder telling him that, would come in the form of Morgan if he had caught wind of this interaction.
"Yes, rules put into place to protect children like you." Spencer quickly jumped to support your claim.
Oliver's light brown eyes flickers between you and Spencer. A frown was permanently embedded into his face since they arrived, but the once guilt-ridden eyes were now filled with hope.
"When the secret keeper is asked to keep a potentially harmful and dangerous secret that will make them feel unsafe, then the secret keeper is allowed to tell a trusted adult." you explained the rules and Oliver's eyes widened, almost as if this life changing rule had lifted this heavy rock of his drooping shoulders.
Spencer kept humming in agreement, an encouraging smile on his face as he visually let the child know that this was a safe place.
Spencer. You. Spencer. You. Spencer. Then his eyes finally stopped on you. His small hand raised to gesture you to come closer. The awkward position you were in had caused you to sort of waddle a few centimeters forward in heels before stretching your neck to meet the small voice of Oliver.
Spencer watched the entire interaction. Oliver cupped his small hands around his mouth, hovering by your dark purple hair that was tucked behind your ear. A few seconds passed by before you pulled back and cupped your own hands around your mouth to whisper into Oliver's ear.
This went on for the next two minutes and although Spencer knew it was childish, he felt like a kid being left out of elementary again. Well, in Spencer's case college. But, Oliver was finally opening up and it was all thanks to your genius thinking that led them to this discovery.
Then it happened. It was small but Spencer had caught it. The entire interaction, your face was faced towards Spencer who tried to profile what the child was whispering to your through your facial expression which proved to be almost futile due to your resting face that never seemed to move. But then it happened. Your lips tugged up and a small breath left your body, a sound in between a scoff and laugh.
Spencer had never wanted to know what someone had said other than this time. What could have possibly elicited such a joyous reaction from you?
You used your hand to move a strand of hair that was put out of place when Oliver touched your hair to ensure secrecy.
"Thank you for trusting me Oliver." you stated before standing up. Spencer followed your lead, brushing off his pants from when he accidently tipped over due to not being able to crouch down to the floor for too long without loosing his balance. Thankfully, you were in a secret magical meeting and too engrossed in listening for details to see him catch himself.
Oliver looked more light. He wasn't as stiff in movements, and even accepted the toy dinosaur Spencer handed him while you were straightening out your clothes.
"We'll see you later." Spencer gave him a boyish grin and held a low-five. The boy sort of pinched his eyebrows together as he hesitated to return the gesture. Spencer would take that as a win. He turned to you, "Ready to go?"
You nodded, "Goodbye Oliver."
The two of you left the room, leaving the social worker to play with the child until another gaurdian was able to take him in.
"What did he say to you?"
You disclosed all the 'secret' information Oliver had shared with you. What had happened last night and what he could remember about any strange people who he might have had contact with. The two of you immediately went to shade the information to Penelope and relay the information to the other members of the team who were currently out doing their own task.
When Hotch got the call, he ordered the two of you to stay at the field office to work out the geographical profile and to interview the next set of family members who would be coming in shortly.
The entire day was busy, from start to finish. Spencer really wondered how you kept your posture. Everytime he looked over, you were standing there in heels like a reminder for him to straighten our his back. After the interview, he did not get a chance to talk to you and began to regret it as he peered over to you working on phone calls while he worked the map. Almost as if the universe heard his thoughts, they were answered.
Coffee break was needed and important. While he poured himself another cup, you were going to the fridge to get yet another water. His dark brown sleepy eyes had to do a double take. This was his chance.
If you really counted all their conversations and interactions, it would be in total four. The three interacrions prior to the trip and the new addition from conducting a joint interview on a child. This would be the fifth.
"Hey." he greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, "You know, Oliver seemed to have liked you a lot."
"Children seem to love me." your flat tone did not match the words that you spoke, yet it was the most believable phrase he had heard you speak all day. Who was he to deny your effect when he saw it first-hand.
"How did you know he was asked to keep it a secret?"
"I worked with children before and you would be suprised how many secrets adults had asked them to keep. Some being harmless and funny, while others being borderline dangerous or scary. I made up the system to teach them safety and who they can trust."
"That explains why Oliver seemed to trust you so well. In a lot of cultures, they say that children can sense the good and bad energy of people and are good judgement of characters." Spencer had this boyish grin as he explained the concept. Seeing the good in people is a sort of innocence that many children loose as they transition into the hardships adulthood and Spencer hoped Oliver wouldn't do the same.
"He told me my stern voice reminded him of his grandfather but you were a close second to tell his secrets to."
"Close second? We were the only two in the room!"
"Nonsense, Brenda, the social worker had been trying to built rapport with him for hours but he chose us." His eyes flickered over the windows of the room to see the woman playing with the dinosaurs and small volcano toy set. Hm, you had a point. That did make him feel somewhat better that he was chosen as second.
"I guess that is true. Was his comment the thing that made you laugh?"
"Me? Laugh? That is a silly thing to imagine." you were genuinely confused and there was nothing silly about being accused of such a thing. When did you show joy within such tense situation?
"Well not really laugh but the corners of your lips turns upwards in about a twelve degree angle and the child seemed to smile as he pulled away from his little whispers. You also let out a small sound that is commonly associated with sounds of joy and pleasure—"
You raised a brow. Spencer went beat red as he realized what he had just insinuated.
"N-no no! Not like that. Like that sound when somebody makes a joke that was kind of funny but not so one lets out a mixture of a scoff and a small laugh." He then began to imitate the sound, but this was not a good look for him.
You blinked.
Oh he was back to when you barely spoke a word. He was so caught up on enjoying your work explanations that he didn't even think that he should continue to think before he spoke. All the progress on getting you to say more than a couple of words had went down the drain because of a stupid comment he made to—
"I do remember that." Thank God. "That was actually related to the grandfather comment. Apparently he thinks I talk like him and you dress like him."
"Oh." He knew he should have worn a different vest.
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How the Moon Signs Crash Out
For those who don’t know what crash out means here is the Urban dictionary definition: Means to get really mad or upset; lose all your self control.
We think the water signs would crash out but every element has a point of crash out when it deals with their emotions, read below.
Fire Moon
Fire moons are the most obvious “crash-outs.” They’re the first to crash out because they act impulsively; they don’t always think things through before reacting. So, why do fire moons crash out? It’s primarily over their pride. If you play with their image or challenge what they deem as right, they’ll crash out. If you try to make them seem weak, attempt to overpower them, or force them into a position of submission or docility, they’re going to crash out.
Fire moons also crash out if you try to make them understand your perspective—especially if it clashes with theirs—and they perceive it as the start of an argument. Any slight form of disrespect will set them off. If they feel disrespected in any way, they’re crashing out. Attempts to control them can also trigger this response. However, if you respectfully suggest something, they might listen. It’s when your tone shifts to one of disrespect—like raising your voice—that they crash out.
Ignoring a fire moon is another sure way to provoke them. They will crash out if you play with their image, reputation, or how they see themselves. Similarly, if you try to dictate how they should live their life or act smarter than them, questioning their intelligence or ability to think critically, they’ll crash out.
Honorable mentions for what might make a fire moon crash out include:
• If someone flirts with their partner, they’re crashing out.
• If anyone disrespects their kids, even slightly, they’re crashing out.
• If someone talks badly about their family, they’re crashing out.
• If a trusted friend betrays or flips on them, they’re crashing out.
Fire moons are the ultimate crash-out personalities. If you ever meet one, tread carefully. Anything they perceive as disrespectful could set them off.
Earth Moons
Earth moons are known for their calm demeanor. People enjoy being around them because they provide a sense of stability and avoid unnecessary intensity—after all, earth moons struggle to handle too much emotional or confrontational energy. However, certain situations can push even an earth moon to their breaking point. Here’s what can make them “crash out.”
Because earth moons are naturally calm, they are particularly affected by intensely emotional and confrontational individuals. When faced with someone who is provocative, blunt, or openly expressive without regard for consequences, earth moons can lose their composure. They simply can’t handle that level of emotional intensity and may react by “crashing out.”
Triggers for Earth Moons:
1. Financial Instability:
Earth moons are deeply connected to material stability. If they lose their job, experience financial struggles, or dip into negative balances in their bank account, they will crash out. The loss of any valuable material possession they hold dear can have the same effect.
2. Breakups:
After a breakup, earth moons often struggle with overwhelming emotions. Their inability to process intense feelings calmly can lead to a full crash out.
3. Friendship Fallout:
Earth moons value long-term friendships, so falling out with a close friend can cause a significant emotional reaction.
4. Missed Opportunities:
If they’re rejected for a job or an opportunity they were counting on for stability, they can spiral into frustration and anger.
5. Disrupted Environment:
Earth moons need a sense of order in their living space. If someone starts moving their belongings or changing things around them without permission, they’re bound to crash out.
6. Overwhelming Demands:
Earth moons value their personal time and space. If someone demands too much of their time and ignores polite requests for space, the earth moon will eventually snap.
7. Being Wrong:
Earth moons take pride in their logic and reasoning. If they believe they’re right about something and later discover they were wrong, it can shake their confidence, leading to a crash-out moment.
8. Emotional Pressure:
Pushing an earth moon to express emotions in a way that feels uncomfortable to them can cause them to react negatively.
9. Being Controlled or Dismissed:
If someone tries to tell an earth moon how to live their life—especially someone they don’t respect—they won’t take it lightly.
10. Prolonged Exposure to Emotional Volatility:
Earth moons prefer calm, stable environments. If they’re forced to deal with someone who is consistently emotional, moody, confrontational, or volatile, their patience will wear thin, and they’ll eventually crash out.
11. Dealing with Bullies:
Earth moons try to avoid conflict, but if they’re exposed to bullying behavior for too long, they’ll eventually lose their calm and lash out.
Honorable Mentions:
• Earth moons crash out over material possessions. If someone moves, touches, or disrespects their belongings, it’s a major trigger.
• They also struggle with emotional instability after a breakup, the end of a friendship, or job loss.
• Being wrong about something they were confident in can push them to react strongly.
• Prolonged emotional confrontation or demand for their time will wear them down until they snap.
Although earth moons may not seem like the “ultimate crash-outs,” they can go all-in when their stability and calm are disrupted. Once they reach their tipping point, their reaction is swift, intense, and affects everyone around them.
Air Moons
Air Moons might seem chill because they tend to intellectualize their emotions. People often perceive them as logical when it comes to feelings, believing that emotions don’t bother them much. However, Air Moons can ultimately be the biggest “crash-outs.” Let’s break down why Air Moons might crash out.
Air Moons often analyze and intellectualize their emotions because they don’t fully understand the emotional landscape. When they’re forced to deal with intensely emotional situations, much like Earth Moons, they crash out. However, Air Moons crash out in a unique way—they try to process emotions through communication and logic, often failing to let those emotions flow naturally. This can lead them to accuse or assume things about people and situations that aren’t true. They rely on patterns and past experiences to create preconceived notions, which only adds to their frustration.
Triggers for Air Moons:
1. Things That Don’t Make Sense:
Air Moons crave understanding and clarity. If something doesn’t make sense to them, they lose control and crash out. Their curiosity is so strong that when they can’t figure something out, they start assuming things, which only fuels their frustration.
2. Lack of Communication:
If they feel ignored or if communication isn’t flowing the way they want, Air Moons will crash out. They thrive on dialogue and connection, so feeling shut out is a major trigger.
3. Challenges to Their Intelligence:
Air Moons take pride in their intellect. If someone plays with their intelligence—makes them feel dumb, uneducated, or less knowledgeable—they’re bound to crash out. They need to feel five steps ahead of others, and any slight to this will set them off.
4. Opinions and Beliefs:
Air Moons are deeply attached to their opinions, even when they aren’t entirely logical. If someone challenges their beliefs too much or tries to “win” a debate, Air Moons will crash out. They always want to feel right, and being told they’re wrong about their life, thoughts, or perspectives is a surefire way to trigger them.
5. Threats to Freedom and Independence:
Any perceived attempt to take away their independence is an automatic crash-out moment. In relationships, if their partner becomes possessive, controlling, or overly emotional, Air Moons will react negatively.
6. Emotional Intensity:
Air Moons struggle with highly emotional people. If someone is too intense or moody, constantly expressing their emotions, Air Moons will eventually crash out. They can’t handle being around excessive emotions for too long.
7. Petty Triggers:
Sometimes, Air Moons crash out over minor things. If they don’t like the way someone talks to them, or if they’re in a mood, even a small annoyance can set them off.
8. Perceived Verbal Threats:
Air Moons are highly sensitive to words. If they feel someone is trying to intimidate, disrespect, or talk down to them in a condescending or sarcastic way, they will crash out.
9. Lack of Praise:
Air Moons often feel a sense of superiority because they intellectualize their emotions. If they don’t receive acknowledgment or praise for their ideas, logic, or reasoning, they’ll crash out.
10. Being Called Emotional:
Never tell an Air Moon they’re emotional. They refuse to see themselves that way and will crash out if you try to label them as such. Comments like “You need to get over it” or “You’re stuck in the past” will only fuel their frustration.
11. Overstimulation:
While Air Moons enjoy being social, too much time around others can overwhelm them. They’ll start to feel overstimulated, with too much energy and inconsistency in the environment, leading to a crash-out.
12. Inconsistency (From Others):
Air Moons can be unpredictable themselves—they might ghost people, not text back, or fail to show up. However, if someone else is inconsistent or unpredictable, Air Moons will crash out. They expect reliability from others, even if they don’t always provide it themselves.
13. Challenges to Their Identity:
Air Moons will crash out if they feel someone is challenging who they are as a person. If they think they can take on the challenge, they’ll fight back. If they feel it’s too much, they’ll still crash out, but in a more chaotic way.
Final Thoughts:
Air Moons may not seem like the ultimate crash-outs at first, but once their calm exterior is disrupted, they can spiral quickly. Once the air starts moving, it doesn’t stop—it becomes a whirlwind of frustration, overthinking, and emotional outbursts. Tread lightly around an Air Moon if you don’t want to witness their crash-out firsthand.
Water Moon
Water Moons are often perceived as the ultimate crash-outs, but the truth is they can be quite calm—until they’re pushed too far. People don’t always understand this about them. Let’s break down why a Water Moon might crash out.
Why Water Moons Crash Out:
1. Self-Protectiveness and Boundaries:
Water Moons are extremely self-protective. If someone invades their personal space, crosses their boundaries, or confronts them abruptly, they’re going to crash out. They don’t tolerate invasive behavior or anyone overstepping their limits.
2. Lack of Emotional Understanding:
Water Moons will crash out if their emotions are misunderstood. If they express their feelings and someone twists their words or tells them they feel differently than they do, they’re crashing out.
3. Emotional Reciprocity:
If a Water Moon opens up and shares their emotions, but the other person doesn’t reciprocate, they’ll crash out. Vulnerability requires mutual respect, and they won’t tolerate feeling like they’re the only one opening up.
4. Loved Ones and Family:
Water Moons are fiercely protective of their loved ones. If someone insults or disrespects their family, friends, or those they care about, they’ll crash out—especially if it happens repeatedly.
5. Intrusiveness:
Water Moons value privacy. If someone pries into their personal life, tries to psychoanalyze them, or pushes for details they aren’t willing to share, they’ll crash out. They only share what they want others to know.
6. Feeling Disrespected:
A Water Moon won’t tolerate being made to feel stupid, weak, or incapable. If someone tries to undermine their emotional intelligence or strength, they’ll crash out immediately.
7. Not Getting Their Way:
Water Moons are deeply connected to their desires and emotions. If they don’t get their way in situations that matter to them, they’re likely to crash out.
8. Lack of Love and Nurturing:
Water Moons need emotional nourishment. If they feel unloved, unseen, or untouched—whether through physical affection, kind words, or emotional support—they’ll crash out. A lack of care or affection is a significant trigger for them.
9. Stagnation:
If a Water Moon feels like they’re stuck in life, in “stagnant waters,” or unable to move forward, they’ll spiral and crash out. A sense of progress and growth is essential for their emotional well-being.
10. Breakups or Friendship Endings:
After a breakup or the loss of a close friendship, Water Moons can lose control of their emotions. The pain and emotional intensity are overwhelming, leading to a crash-out.
11. Feeling Betrayed:
If someone switches up on them—acting friendly one day and then cold or hostile the next—Water Moons will crash out. They value consistency in their relationships.
12. Volatile Environments:
Water Moons thrive in calm, emotionally supportive environments. If they’re surrounded by manipulative, cold-hearted, or emotionally unavailable people, they’ll eventually crash out. They also won’t tolerate rudeness or outright disrespect.
13. Feeling Unappreciated:
Water Moons invest deeply in their relationships and emotional connections. If their efforts go unnoticed or unappreciated, they’ll feel hurt and eventually crash out.
14. Being Pulled Out of Their Space:
Alone time is crucial for Water Moons. If someone tries to force them to engage when they need space, they’ll crash out. Respecting their need for solitude is key to maintaining harmony.
15. Forcing Realism or Logic:
Water Moons don’t like being forced into a strictly logical or overly realistic perspective, especially when they’re in an emotional state. If they feel pressured to abandon their emotions for practicality, they’ll crash out over time.
16. Dismissing Their Trauma:
Water Moons are deeply affected by their past experiences. If someone dismisses or disregards the emotional pain or trauma they’ve endured, they’ll crash out. Their experiences are integral to their identity, and invalidating them is one of the worst things you can do.
Final Thoughts:
If you don’t want a Water Moon to crash out, it’s important to respect their boundaries, emotions, and need for connection. Water Moons are like waves—when they crash, they can disrupt the emotional stability of everyone around them. Handle them with care, and avoid testing their patience. Once they reach their breaking point, they’re hard to stop.
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"you, specifically, are a bad and evil person that all my posts are written to condemn" this is not what i said. i'm sorry for not being clearer. i just feel like everyone in this space, not just you, look down on people who live in the first world as people who willingly don't change anything about how the world works when it's just not that simple. i know you all love to combat this and say otherwise but it will never change the simple reality that for some people it really is very hard, if not impossible, to do anything politically, for a variety of reasons. i'm disabled, i live in a remote part of the country, and i'm bad at talking to people. i don't have the money to just move to a population center or get lessons on how to speak to people. i can't do anything and i feel like every time you or one of the other communists on tumblr talks about the imperial core, i feel like i, personally, am being held to an unreasonable standard that i would not hold anyone else to, if i were in one of your situations. obviously i want things to change. i don't want genocide to be a thing that's constantly happening, i don't want my country to have its tendrils dug into every other country, i want socialism and eventually global communism, and if i could do anything meaningful-- anything at all-- to achieve those goals i would be working on that. but right now that just is not the case for me, and i feel like i'm not alone in that either. i just wish you had like a smidgen of empathy for some of the people living here who don't fit into your stereotype of what a member of the imperial core looks like-- i'm not even trying to say that sarcastically, it genuinely feels like you all don't see us as human. like nyanguard especially seems to think of us as incapable of saving ourselves, and one of the reblogs to my first ask just said they "like to imagine that (i'm) crying as i type this". how am i supposed to react to that? is this how all of you feel about people like me? would your feelings about me change if i lived in another country, or would you find some other excuse to talk down to me? is it really just the country i live in that's the problem, here? i'm not trying to accuse you, i'm asking this question genuinely.
i know it's tempting to respond to this with a snarky comment but please just try to understand where i am coming from. i really am willing to help if i can.
i don't think any marxist seriously has a political theory of imperialism that amounts to "citizens of the imperial core simply choose not to do anything because they are all individually bad people". i mean the whole point of marxism is that economic relations are the ultimate drivers of historical change, not abstract psychological or moral qualities of people.
i'm sympathetic to your situation! the imperial core is a very atomizing place to live, and there are places and situations where there's just no practical path to getting organized and taking meaningful political action in the near future. however, your problem here is:
i feel like i, personally, am being held to an unreasonable standard that i would not hold anyone else to
nobody is posting about you, personally. like at the end of the day you have to learn to either not take posts like that personally or just block everyone who makes them to manage your own time on the computer vis a vis niceness--i don't think it's the responsibility of me or any other communist to constantly provide asterisks and carveouts that we're not talking about the Good Ones Who Have Extenuating Circumstances when we talk about the usa and its material political base.
& in the same way that you ask for empathy for your situation i would ask you to extend a level of understanding to people whose homelands and countrymen and communities have been devastated by US coups and sanctions and invasions, that they have as much a right to express the rage and fury and hurt of that cultural legacy as you do to express your own sadness about your own situation. imagine, for example, how you would feel if your grandparents could not reliably get medicine because of us sanctions. & of course the correct target for these feelings are not random usamericans--but these posts are also not serious politcal platforms, they are venting from people who live their lives under the weight of empire.
if you think what they're saying is unfair to you, then you need to develop the ability to say 'well, i understand why they would feel that way' and move on. like i understand why you are upset, and i don't say this to be dismissive, but as real advice: it is not fair (especially to bloggers from the global south) to essentially rest your happiness and self-worth at their feet and demand that they validate you.
genuinely, i hope this helps. it's all i really have to say on the matter.
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To Be Popular - JJK [Chapter 1]
Pairing: Social Media Influencer! Jungkook X Marketing Manager! Reader ft. Yoongi
Summary:
You love everything about social media - apart from the ever-growing number of social media influencers. You don't understand how these people gain followers and admirers just by installing a camera and doing very basic things in front of it. And you despise how some of them can do anything to gain fame, to be popular - even if it includes uploading their bedroom scene in pornsites aka people like Jeon Jungkook. But when your company launches a new product and your department head tasks you with signing Jeon Jungkook up as an endorsement partner - you have no choice but to chase him like the corporate slave that you are. However, things turn worse when you embroil in a dating rumor with him and have to keep the game going for the sake of everything. is it really for the worse or things will turn in a way you never expected it to?
Theme: Strangers to lovers au, fake dating au, kind of enemies to lover au, angst, smut, fluff.
Full Series Word Count: 26k
Chapter word count: 5.8k+
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Thanks to the every possible gods out there, you are capable of keeping your poker face even when your insides are burning with rage.
Like right now.
First of all you landed in a proposition with one of the people you don’t even like, that too, with the most insufferable one in question.
Secondly, your superiors are treating him as if he has won a gold medal or something.
Min Yoongi - the man who is known for his nonchalance and quiet wisdom, can’t seemingly stop giving his gummy smile to this guy, Jeon Jungkook.
Mrs. Lee, who is probably double the age of the guy, is ogling him as if it's a zombie apocalypse and she hasn’t seen another male for thirty years or so.
When they both turn to you, you realize they are probably waiting for you to react the same way as them.
Too bad, you are not even the least bit amused.
After greeting both of the superiors, Jeon Jungkook looks at you - with those big ass googly eyes. A kind smile plays on his lips.
He extends his hand with a soft “nice to meet you.”
Well. definitely not the same. You scream internally but you compose yourself and return his smile, somewhat half-assed, as you wrap your small hand around his big veiny ones (the same hand that does those dirty deeds with others of his stature).
“Nice to meet you too.” you murmur only because Yoongi is giving you those eyes you absolutely love and hate at the same time.
Yoongi gestures to Jungkook to take the seat, “So, Mr. Jeon. I assume you have gone through our proposal already?”
“Umm.. yeah. My manager did go through your proposal and briefed me.” Jeon Jungkook says with a voice that doesn’t match that gruff, breathy one from the video.
Why the fuck do I keep thinking of the video? You inhale a long breath.
“Okay so.. Is there any question in your mind? Or do you want me to go through it all once again?” Yoongi adds good naturedly.
“Umm no actually. I came here to decline your offer.” Jungkook drops the bomb. If you are low-key happy then you don’t let it show on your face.
“W-what? Why? Is there any part of the offer that is not up to your liking? We can revise it anytime you want.” Mrs. Lee butts in.
“Uh. no not that. I personally don’t like to use the devices that your company manufactures. All of your laptops are so bulky, the chassis is always too old-fashioned. It’s not something Jeon Jungkook would use, you know what I mean?” Jungkook reasons smugly, as he leans on the backrest of his chair and crosses his legs.
You hear blood rushing to your brain and before any of your superiors can say anything you start speaking, “oh really? Must be tough to carry our laptops to a pornset or something, huh?”
You see Jungkook’s eyes going comically wide as he tries to register what you have just said.
“What? What are you talking about?” he semi-screams. His attention is now trained only and only on you.
“You know very well what I am talking about, Mr. Jeon.” you lean on the table just as smugly. Under the table Yoongi kicks on your shin but you dodge his attack at the right time.
Jungkook laughs. A big, thunderous laugh, “I don’t see it being any of your business to question what I do in my free time, is it?”
You smirk. If he thought you are going to back off that easily, he was wrong, “it definitely is not. But the fact that we chose to offer you this endorsement deal despite your current public reputation, tells a lot about our dedication towards charity.”
“Oh.. so this is a charity huh?” Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, “sorry to tell you but Jeon Jungkook doesn’t need any charity.”
With that Jungkook stands up and gales at you for one last time before he storms out of the room.
Yoongi slams his head directly on the table making you wince at the loud thud.
“Y/N! What do you think you did?” Mrs. Lee screams in horror.
“What?” you shrug in nonchalance, “he was going to say no anyway.”
“Y/N” Yoongi finally says, probably after struggling not to punch himself in the face for inviting you to the meeting, “we could have negotiated if you chose to stay silent.”
“But I only said what’s true. This collaboration could have saved his face. He was the one who chose to be an ass- I mean, inconsiderate.” you argue.
“Oh really? Then why don’t you show him what’s right?” Yoongi says in a sugary voice, one that’s not really good news.
“What do you mean?” you question, suspicion landing on your brain.
“You need to bring him back if you love the year-end appraisal or you can kiss your promotion goodbye.” he says in a collected voice.
“What? Yoongi! You can’t do this!” you stand from your seat, and Yoongi only smirks at you.
“Oh I definitely can. I can also submit a formal complaint against you calming that you have messed up an important deal. Do you want that?”
You stay silent, questioning your life choices, your career choices. Cursing at the every god above for making you a human when you could have been a worm.
No job, no money issues, no Min Yoongi, no Jeon Jungkook - only soil and dirt.
You sit on the chair again, cover your face with both of your hands and curse “fuck everyone”.
Your eyes zero on your phone this time. The insta handle is burning too bright for the darkness of your room. Honestly, tapping the name is currently hurting your pride.
But what can you even do - you are a corporate slave after all. And the crush you have on your direct superior, prevents you from being rebellious.
But more than just that - you know you were wrong.
Your hate towards the social media influencers clan is pretty much ridiculous and apparently has no reason.
Is it due to your underlying insecurity? Is it because you believe you are inferior to them? While they make hundreds of dollars per hour, you make a dime?
You probably hate Jeon Jungkook because he is the same age of yours and yet has everything you don’t? - like an amazing sex life.
As you tap on the story, it takes you into a video with all colors of gleaming lights. Clearly a club. Loud music blares through your phone speaker, almost paralyzing your ears.
You can’t see Jeon Jungkook on the screen, obviously because he is the one recording the video. But you can hear him whooing in the background. There are some girls around him for obvious reasons.
Suddenly you feel jealous of him again.
He is of your age and he is enjoying a night out at a posh club while you are on your bed, with your ugly pajamas on and you can’t go out because you have work tomorrow.
As soon as the word “work” registers in your mind, you remember you have been tasked with bringing Jungkook back.
You look at the screen again. He has added the location, which means you can find the club, find him and apologize (oh god no!) and beg him for another meeting.
Yes. That's a nice plan. You can then mourn for your dead self-respect with a bucket full of ice-cream.
You have picked the shortest possible dress you own.
It’s a shimmery black bodycon that reaches your mid-thigh. The noodle strap of the bodycon dress gives a tempting view of your collar-bone and cleavage.
You have let your hair lose - you look the best like this. A touch of makeup and you are all ready.
You know you are attractive but will that be enough for the bouncers to let you inside that posh club? You pray it’s enough.
When the taxi drops you in front of the well-known club in Gangnam, you spot the line. And thankfully, the queue is not at all terrible.
Since the clock hasn’t hit 10:00 pm yet, the entry is free.
When you reach in front of the bouncers, they give you a once-over, then look at each other. Your hands feel clammy because they have rejected almost everyone before you. If you are not wrong then only two of the visitors were let in.
But then one of them brought the stamp out and held it in front of your face. You gave him your wrist with a squeal of joy.
You let yourself go blind and deaf with the glaring lights and loud music. Wherever you look, you see people attached to people. Some are dancing, some are drinking, some are making out, some are just standing and talking with drinks in their hands.
You don’t think you have seen this amount of strangers all year.
You will admit - you feel alive.
But no! No Y/N! You are here with a motive, you can’t let yourself be distracted!
In the story, Jungkook seemed to be close to the bar island. Even though that was more than an hour ago, you still start looking for the bar island.
“Why are there so many bars?” you mumble to yourself as you scan the entire floor. There are at least four bars here, there must be more on the upper floor.
You start feeling helpless at once. All these strangers around you, wrapped in wealth, some giving you long looks - trigger your social anxiety.
Bad decision. It’s a bad decision. You should probably just run away.
But when you are about to take an u-turn, you see him.
You see Jeon Jungkook on the dance floor, grinding on a red-headed pretty looking girl.
He looks - like a fucking wet dream.
A black baggy jeans, a black t-shirt, some bulky golden chains, his dark hair gleams under the lights. His lip ring shines directly on your eyes and you snap back.
Great. Now that you have found him.. You can proceed with your plan - which is to beg him.
Without a second thought, you start stepping on the dance floor.
There are not a lot of people, so you easily get past everyone and stand there behind him.
Your eyes drop on his ass, then his hands, his veins and you question your life choices.
Somebody just crashes on you making you lurch forward.
Your body slams against Jungkook’s back. You are about to apologize when he reaches behind with his hand and grabs your side. He grinds his ass on you without even looking at your face.
You feel nauseous. This is the second time you are meeting him and the proximity is very scandalous.
Placing your hand on top of his, you break free from his hold.
“Jeon Jungkook, can I please talk to you for a moment?” you scream in his ears.
He doesn’t stop moving, but you know he has heard you.
Jungkook slowly moves on his feet while vibing and then turns to face you.
His mischievous eyes bore into yours as he takes you in slowly. He shamelessly eyes your cleavage then looks back up your face.
“What?” he screams over the music.
“Not here. Can we go somewhere quiet?”
He smirks at you, “oh? Already? Wait- have I seen you before?”
Your blood turns cold, “no. I mean yeah. Actually-”
“You- that obnoxious employee from Techtonic? Right?” his eyes go wide.
“Obnoxious? I am obnoxious? Then what are y-” you inhale, “Yes. I am Y/N. You are right. I am from Techtonic. Can I please have a word with you?”
“No? Why would I spare my precious time on you? So that you can insult me again?” he frowns at your figure before starting to walk away.
You grab onto his hand, “Please. I am here to apologize. I promise.”
He looks back, takes a look at the place you are touching him and then looks at you, “if I give you a chance… What will you give me in return?” Jungkook challenges.
What in the world did you get yourself into?
You don’t have a single drop of alcohol in your veins.
I repeat - you don’t have a single drop of alcohol in your veins then what is making you feel so lightheaded?
If it’s the spicy citrusy smell that Jeon Jungkook’s emitting then you won’t admit it even if you end up dying.
“Tell me, Y/N. What will I get if I give you another chance?” he challenges again. This time his tongue pokes out of that perfectly small round mouth and plays with the glinting lip ring.
You don’t understand the science of hearing him clearly despite the sound of loud music and the loud beating of your heart.
“I- anything. Anything you ask for.” you choke out, uncertainty lacing your voice.
“Anything I ask for?” Jungkook comes impossibly close to your body.
You can see long fingers with even longer nails circling around his torso. The red-headed girl is clinged around him.
“If- If I can afford that.” you choke out again.
“Oh.. you definitely can.” he smirks like a devil. All the smug pride drains from your body at the thought of what he might be asking from you.
“Come with me.” Jungkook whispers briefly as he takes your hand and guides you through the crowd towards the upper floor.
The piece of skin, where his fingers are holding your wrist - burns.
You are ashamed, nervous, afraid - all in all you want to die.
Just a week ago you were scoffing at your laptop watching this guy make fame out of a porn video and now he is leading you god knows where to do god knows what.
Before you could take in your surroundings, Jungkook slams you on the nearest wall. He wastes no time in locking you between his arms.
“You really came here only to convince me? You had no other intention, huh?” He asks with the lowest possible voice. A shiver runs down through the path of your spine.
“No. What intention would I even have? I fucked things up at the meeting so my superiors are making me clean the mess.” Your voice comes out firmer than what you thought you could manage.
“Oh? Really? But I think there is something else to it.” Jungkook comes closer to your body. His chest touches yours. You take a sharp inhale but keep the eye-contact intact.
Jungkook’s eyes dip down to your chest again as he continues, “you want what you watched in that video, don’t you?” he wets his lips once those vile words come out of his mouth.
Your jaw hits the floor almost, “what the fuck? What makes you think I want you?”
Jungkook invades whatever was left off of your personal space and whispers right into your ear, “If you accept it nicely, tell me the truth whether you got turned on or not, I will give your company a chance.”
You gulp at his offer.
If you say you were completely unaffected after watching him fucking his partner so well, then it will be a lie for sure.
So… if you swallow your pride and tell him that he indeed had some kind of effect on you - he will be up for another meeting?
“And what if I tell you the truth?” you question, looking deep into his chocolate eyes. All you see there is mirth.
“I will schedule another meeting with your company. But I will be declining you all again.” Jungkook adds nonchalantly.
You scoff at that, pushing him away and making some space between your bodies, “so you are just going to use my confession and insult me in my workplace?”
“Oooohhhh… You are not dumb, I see?” he muses, stumbling back from your body.
“Wh-what? Dumb? You thought I am dumb? Mind you, Jeon Jungkook, I get paid for doing actual work and not because I keep hollering at a dumb computer screen in front of camera.” anger flares through every vein in your body.
“And yet you came here to beg me?” he shrugs smugly.
“You know what? Fuck you and your stupid followers who feed your stupid ego!” screaming at his face, you take steps away, stomping on the floor even if your heels are killing you already.
This was a bad idea. Indeed a bad idea.
You don’t get paid for dealing with these scumbags. So it’s not your responsibility. It’s better to have your appraisal compromised than falling in the trap of Jeon Jungkook.
You imagine Jungkook’s face in the place of the ice cream tub as you stab your fork in it with as much fierceness as you could find in yourself.
Yes, you are eating ice-cream with a fork, so that you can imagine Jungkook’s face and stab in it.
“Fucking nutjob! What do you even think of yourself!” stab stab stab “Karma will hit you back very soon! You fucking asshole!” stab stab stab.
As if granting your prayers, the cosmos sends a notification to your device. You take the phone to see Yoongi's instagram handle that has sent you a text.
You start blushing instantly.
“Is this the universe’s way of making up for today’s trashy encounter?” you murmur to yourself as you open his text.
It’s a link so maybe it’s one of those cat videos he sends you the links of.
As you tap on the link, it takes to a post that has been made just an hour ago. The post - a video, containing proofs of Kim Doona (the influencer Jungkook fucked) being a high school bully. The video has texts sent by Doona to the victim, threatening her not to reveal anything.
Looks like Karma mistook the address. It should have been Jeon Jungkook!
You go to the comments.
All of their followers are going crazy, it’s just the same shit in different sentences. So you scroll past it all.
But there are two comments that catch your eye, actually one comment and its reply.
Commenter: Can’t believe Jeon Jungkook chose her out of everyone? A class bully? Really Jeon? You could do better.
Reply 1: What are you even saying? Jungkook probably didn’t even know and mind you, none of them confirmed if they were together or not. Reply 2: but girl, they f*cked on camera! Reply 3: How does that confirm their relationship? Reply 4: Jeon Jungkook has a girlfriend, I caught them at the club just a few hours ago. The proof is in my story.
Eh? Kim Doona isn’t his girlfriend? That was a rumor? He has another girlfriend who was with him at the club?
But you were at the club too, you should have seen them. Is it that red-head girl?
All of these questions swirl inside your head as you tap on the person’s story.
The video is taken amid a mass of bodies, trying to be discreet, but you can recognize Jeon Jungkook, leading a woman through the crowd.
Your heart stops beating for a moment when you realize it’s you. Your face is not visible properly, curtained by your hair, and you are thankful for that.
The video continues as Jungkook takes you towards the quiet corner. The person, who’s recording, moves too for getting a clearer view.
Now he is hiding behind the end of the wall that Jungkook had pressed you on. The video shows how he had towered you in, whispered in your ear and smirked at you. But then it gets cut right before you push him away!
“Fuck! I am not his girlfriend! Are you people blind? How do we look like a couple?!” you scream at your phone.
You decide you have had enough humiliation today. Hence, putting your phone in charge and traveling towards dreamland is a better idea.
This fiasco may die down by the morning. People will definitely defy the girlfriend theory because you two don’t look like a couple. And your face wasn’t even properly visible in the video. So yeah let sleep solve your problems.
Except - nothing solves.
When you wake up and take your phone out of charge, you grasp so hard that your phone slips from your hold and lands on the bed with a thud.
You have a thousand new follow requests on your instagram account. There are a ton of texts from various people in Ktalk and most of them have sent you insta links.
You open your younger sister’s text. She has sent everything in caps:
Y/N!!!!!!!! WHAT IS THIS??? [Link] YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU ARE DATING JEON JUNGKOOK????????
You type your reply:
Calm down. I am not dating that douchebag.
And then you tap on the link.
The post that the link takes you to, can rival your natal chart. It’s a detailed discussion of who you are, what’s your job, how do you look, where you have probably met Jungkook and your insta handel.
They have also attached a photo of Jungkook talking to you standing in the middle of the dance floor.
“Fuck fuck fuck!!!!” you curse and curse and curse.
Why are these people dragging you into this mess now? Why do they have to link you up with him? What the hell is even happening?
How are you even going to get to work today?
You shoot a quick text to Yoongi saying that you need a off-day today for obvious reasons. He sends one of those rofl emojis along with a thumbs up and you try not to feel down.
Yoongi doesn’t really understand what you feel for him? Does he?
You mean you are embroiled in a dating rumor with someone else and he seems to be just fine?
It’s just another confirmation that he doesn’t reciprocate your stupid crush on him.
Just when you are about to keep your phone aside and sleep some more, you get a call from an unknown number.
You don’t think much before receiving it.
“Hello, who’s this?” your voice is still groggy and your stomach rumbles as you speak on the phone.
A sweet cherry voice rings in your ear, “Hello, is this Y/N?”
“Yes. and you?”
“I am Kim Seokjin, Jeon Jungkook’s manager.”
The remnant of sleep flies away from your eyes as the man introduces himself. Why is Jeon Jungkook’s manager calling you this early in the morning!?
“How can I help you?” you voice, not trying to mask your confusion.
“Y/N, I assume you are aware of the situation, right? I mean the rumors?”
“I am aware and currently waiting for Mr. Jeon to decline the speculations.” you state as firmly as possible.
“About that… Why don’t we discuss before revealing anything?”
You frown at that.
“Discuss? What is there to discuss? You know well that I got to know Mr. Jeon via a professional connection, there is nothing else added to it, except for the fact that I visited the club to convince him for another meeting. And all of these things happened.”
“Exactly. I know it all and I also know that it’s not nice to be dragged into this mess but we, me and Jungkook, have a proposition to make. We can use this situation for both of our benefits for strictly business purposes.”
You sigh, “I don’t understand what you are trying to say Mr. Kim.”
“Yes. That is only natural. So, why don’t we meet face to face and get down on the details of the proposition? You can bring a friend or family if you are not comfortable meeting us alone. How does lunch sound?”
You think for a moment. You could probably take Jimin with you? Even though it’s monday, he will squeeze some time out of his schedule if you promise him free lunch.
“Okay. I will send you a confirmation text in this number.” you reply before cutting the call and directing your fingers towards Jimin’s text.
He has sent you a similar array of texts, so hopefully he won’t have too many questions to ask. He will understand once you give him a brief.
“I will tell you everything, can you meet me for lunch? I need to meet Jeon Jungkook and his manager for obvious reasons. Free lunch will be offered.”
His reply comes within a few moments,
“I’m in. I will pick you up just text me the time.”
You now type a text to Kim Seokjin confirming him the meeting as he texts you the time.
Just when you are about to go to Jimin’s inbox again, another unknown number sends you a text.
Annoyance flares through your veins as you open it. It says:
“See you soon, pornaddict.
– Jeon Jungkook.”
You groan at the choice of nick name, “Fuck you, Jeon!”
You don’t understand many things.
But currently, you don’t understand why this fine-as-fuck man is Jeon Jungkook’s manager slash assistant.
He goes by the name Kim Seokjin.
When he smiles at you, you melt. And to compose your flustered state you look at Jeon Jungkook - the (current) bane of your existence.
He gives you a lopsided smile that obviously is fake, leaning down against the sofa seat absorbing as much sunlight as possible.
You don’t give him any reaction.. Beside you, Jimin introduces himself to both of the men.
“Miss Y/N. Thank you so much for coming.” Seokjin says in a pleasant tone. His voice sounds like honey dripping from a silver spoon.
You nod, “Yeah. Alright, Mr. Kim, can I ask about the proposition you were talking about?”
“Call me seokjin. And sure, let’s get into the important details.” he pauses to give you a sweet smile then opens his ipad and scrolls through something. Jungkook, too, scrolls through his phone so unamusedly as if he has been dragged here without his consent.
“So, as you already know, the situation is out of hand now. We tried to take down the initial posts but the photos and videos spread like fire.” he speaks calmly. You nod along with him, Jimin too gives the older man his utmost attention.
“On the other hand, our Jungkookie has been interacting with people, who are currently embroiled in controversy.” noted: Seokjin called Jungkook as Jungkookie and he is talking about Doona.
You see Jungkook rolling his eyes.
“If it wasn’t not for you, then he would be dragged down in the mess too.” Seokjin continues, “I know it’s not nice to be the center of unwanted attention and it is already causing you damage but… we need your help. Jungkook needs your help.”
Jungkook makes a very unapproving sound from his seat.
“What help? How can I even help you guys?” you are now extremely confused. Why would Jeon Jungkook, out of all people, need your help?
“Date him.” Seokjin proposes.
“What?” you and Jimin scream in unison.
“Not for real. Calm down. I meant to say, if you pretend to be his girlfriend before the world, on social media, it will help Jungkookie in defying possible criticism and hatred.” Seokjin explains calmly.
However, you are anything but calm.
Whatever criticism Jeon Jungkook faces, it is simply his own problem. You have nothing to do with it. What is your benefit by being involved with him?
As if reading your mind Seokjin now states, “in return, Jungkookie will sign an exclusive deal with your company for not only one but any kind of future collaboration your company wants with him, that too, at a discounted price.” he winks at you.
Your jaw hits the floor.
“Hyung! What the fuck! Where is this discount coming from?” Jungkook finally opens his mouth for the first time.
“Cool. I’m in.” you reply in a heartbeat. Jimin clutches your wrist under the table.
“Y/N! Aren’t you even going to think?” he whisper-yells in your ear.
“There is nothing to think about. This is a very good deal, Jiminie. I will be hard-pressed to let such an opportunity go.” you whisper back.
“But-”
“I knew you would be an intelligent one” Seokjin cuts off your friend with a cherry tone, “I look forward to working with you” he extends his hand, you take in him with a shake. The shit-eating grin is lighting up your face.
Jungkook sits there throwing daggers at you with his eyes.
“It’s all because of you! You fucked things up!” Jungkook’s loud voice invades the serenity you were enjoying while waiting for Jimin to show up with his car.
You turn your head in astonishment and give him wide eyes, “My ears must have gone cold. You are saying thanks and I am hearing something completely different.”
“No! You are hearing it right, I said you fucked things up. Only if you didn’t show up at the club-”
“Then people would be dragging you down in twitter and instagram for fucking a school bully on camera.” you finish the sentence for him.
Jungkook clicks his tongue and the smirks, “you know what? I can see how bad you are down for me. Is this all a part of your plan?”
You smirk back, folding your hand in front of your chest, “FYI, your manager reached out to me to help you out. I am doing you a favor and you are returning it. Got it?”
“Again.. Again that nasty attitude of yours.” Jungkook steps towards you, “you know what… I kinda like it.”
He breathes directly on your face.
The puff of his breath lands on the apple of your cheeks making a blush creep up without your notice.
“Make sure you save my number, girlfriend. See you tomorrow.” he leans down and whispers the last words in your ears and then disappears inside the parking lot.
You stand there, catching your breath and questioning your decision for the first time since the proposition landed on your lap.
But wait? What does he mean by ‘see you tomorrow’?
Somebody must have pressed a replay button on the cassette of your life.
If not then it’s certainly a deja vu, because the scene that’s unfolding is exactly the same as what happened last week.
You are sitting inside the conference room, with Yoongi and Mrs. Lee and there is Jeon Jungkook sitting right across from you.
The only thing that seems changed today is his attitude - which is a little more tamed.
And oh… your clothes too.
“This is so nice of you to come forward and ask for a meeting after whatever happened last time.” Mrs. Lee speaks in a sickeningly sweet tone. You wanna roll your eyes but decide against it.
“Ah. no no. Miss Y/N is really competent at what she does. The credit goes to her. Even though things went south for the first time, we figured out that we actually are very compatible and working together will be beneficial for both of us. Right?” Jungkook directs his question towards you.
“Uh- yeah. Hahahaha. Yeah.” you honestly don’t know what to reply. He is obviously faking it and you need to fake it too but Yoongi is sitting right beside you and he is staring at you and you are on the verge of losing your sanity.
“I’m sorry if I am overstepping any boundaries but I can’t help being curious if the rumors are true?” Yoongi barges in. He looks at you and then Jungkook, expecting an answer or a reaction.
Before you can say something - something you don’t even know what, Jungkook decides to answer.
“Only time will tell.” he smiles at Yoongi.
The amount of weird glances you are receiving from your colleagues is astronomical.
For most of them it’s just eyeing you up and down and for some of the brave ones, it’s throwing impromptu comments like “oh, Y/N is a celeb now.”
You want to punch them on their faces.
Nevertheless, you don’t want a new trouble right when you manage to fight one crisis in exchange for your name and relationship status.
You scroll through company social media accounts and start planning for all the new content that’s going to drop as soon as Jungkook’s done with the photoshoot.
Your phone chimes with a notification. When take it in your hand to see it’s a text from the devil himself:
“In front of the parking lot. Come in five minutes.”
Your eyes close in frustration. You haven’t even stepped into the deal properly and he has started ordering you already.
But what can you even do, you dug your own grave after all.
It takes you seven minutes to reach the parking lot - obviously because you work on the sixteenth floor and the elevators don’t run on your will.
When you find Jungkook waiting for you at the mentioned location with his bike, you find him kind of intriguing.
It’s been long, embarrassingly long, since you have had a guy waiting for you. Even though you know it’s fake. You can turn blind eye for a moment and let yourself believe otherwise.
“You are late.” he says with a pout.
You lose your sanity only a little.
“Sorry. The elevator didn’t listen to me when I asked it to run fast.” you reply.
“Haha. very funny.” he replies animatedly then reaches for his backpack and plucks out a document folder.
“What is this?” you question naturally.
“The dating contract for our fake relationship.” he shrugs, extending the folder towards you, “Hyung asked you to go through it meticulously. You can add or reduce any term you don’t see fit. We will finalize it and announce our fake relationship officially once you are done. You have time till Friday.” he recites flatly, “also, you can’t tell anyone just yet. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever-”
“Y/N?” someone calls you and it’s not Jungkook.
You whip your head to see Yoongi is standing a few feets away inside the parking space with keys in his hand.
Your stomach feels funny at his unreadable expression.
And then you feel a pair or lips pressing down on your cheeks.
Jungkook kisses you before parting and saying, “Hasta la vista, baby”
You freeze at your stop. You can see Yoongi’s eyes narrowing on you. Jungkook hops on his bike and leaves within a moment.
You stand there, staring apologetically at the man you like and he sports an expression you can’t comprehend.
“So.. the rumors were true, huh?” Yoongi finally voices after what feels like an eternity.
“No- I-” also, you can’t tell anyone just yet. Got it? Jungkook’s words reel inside your head, “yes” you lie, crossing your fingers behind you.
“Congratulations” Yoongi greets before flashing his gummy smile at you and then leaving you there to look for his car.
“You really don’t care, do you?” you ask him. Even though you know he can’t hear you. There is a mixture of different emotions inside your gut and you are way too tired to name any of those.
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asking best friend!stray kids what you are pt.2

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader
➩genre(s): angst, some fluff
➩warnings: strong language, mentions of sex, some of the boys are still mean, some unhappy endings
➩wc: 9.4k (9433)
➩author’s note: i am so serious if anybody talks to you in a way to undermine, condescend or just simply belittle you and make you feel stupid, pls pls pls cut that person out of your life. even if they’re doing it as a ‘joke’. it never ends well. ily all and you deserve the best of the best, always <3
➩parts: part one
chris | 1.2k (1201) words
After the fourth ring, you swipe the little phone symbol across your screen and the time starts. You watch it go from one second, to the next, and the next, before a deep elongated sigh pulls you out of your trance.
You put him on speaker, afraid of the way you’d react if you were to hear him so close to you in your ear. You can’t handle that right now.
“Y/n?” His slightly distorted voice says. You don’t reply, placing the phone down in front of you as you sit and fiddle with the rings on your fingers.
“Come on sweetheart, say something please. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Chris asks softly. Akin to a parent who would try and get their child to confess to stealing cookies out of the cookie jar.
You run your hands down your face. You’re annoyed with him, most definitely. But you can’t deny the butterflies that start to flutter in your stomach when he addresses you like that.
It’s not fair.
The line is painfully silent for another two minutes. Chris patiently, or rather stubbornly, waiting for you to speak.
“This…this is harder than I thought it’d be.” You say, your voice croaking slightly as this is the first time you have spoken in a while.
“Okay. Try not to think too much about it. Just speak your truth, unload it all.” Chris encourages.
You take a deep breath and run your hands up and down your thighs to stop them from clamming up.
“You hurt my feelings. You are continuing to hurt my feelings. I feel as if I’m the only one who is missing out on an inside joke that everybody seems to know but me.” You halt, waiting to see if he would have a rebuttal. Except he doesn’t and his silence spurs you on to continue.
“I thought we were practically dating. I thought that night would be the night that you would ask to be together as a couple. You know, exclusive?” You chuckle bitterly. “So imagine my surprise when you decide to ignore me for a week. Do you know how shitty that felt?” You ask him.
You can just about hear his breaths. They’re soft and collected. Yet the more you wait for his response that he doesn’t seem to be giving, you are becoming the opposite of that.
“I asked you a question.” You say curtly.
“I can see how that would make you feel shitty, yes. For that I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but I felt like I fucked everything up for us.” You think he sounded genuine enough when he said that, so you elect yourself to be quiet so he can continue.
“I should’ve stopped it. Doing it knowing I wasn’t ready for it to happen—like that anyway—was not fair on you. I wouldn’t say that it has complicated things per say, but it has led me to think about a few things.” Chris finishes.
You sit there, the flaps of the butterfly wings now causing the bile to travel upwards and out. You reach over and grab your water bottle from your bedside table and chug as much as you can.
“Think about things like what?” You will yourself to say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand at the water that managed to escape and drip down your chin.
He doesn’t reply which does not settle your nerves. Especially not after that last sentence he said. Silence is not your friend at this moment.
“Chris—”
“I think that we should be together.” He practically vomits out.
Your eyes widen and your eyebrows shoot up to the top of your skull.
“What!”
“Y/n?”
You both speak at the same time.
“Oh sorry you go ahead.”
“Sorry, you first.”
You hear a small chuckle over the line as you speak over each other again. He stays silent this time, letting you talk.
“Are you serious? Like you really mean that? You aren’t playing me for a fool right?” You ask quickly.
“Yes. Yes. No,” You release a silent scream. “I really do want us. I have always wanted us, but this—you—made me realise that we should’ve made it official a while ago. There were only so many more excuses I could pull out of the bag to mask me taking you out on dates as just ‘best friends hanging out doing questionable things’.”
Of course, you knew this as you are smart. The excuse he gave when he took you to a rooftop restaurant with candlelights everywhere was certainly not ‘for practice when I get a partner’. Him having your favourite meal prepared and the playlist the two of you made playing in the background? Dead giveaway.
“Plus it is also totally unrealistic that you as my best friend would splash that much cash on me unless it was because you lost a bet. So I had a feeling I knew something was up. Which I guess is why I got a bit too excited and jumped to the conclusion that we were already a couple.” You say scratching the back of your neck.
“Not true! I would always buy you things.” Chris corrects.
“Yeah but you’d always complain whilst doing so. So when you stopped complaining, something had clearly shifted.” You clarify.
You can envision the eye roll he does paired with the sigh he releases making you laugh.
There’s another silence that fills the space, albeit this time it is comfortable. Until he sneezes down the line and you catch yourself smiling warmly as you bless him.
“What happens now? Do we get a level up on our relationship or something? Or do I magically spawn in your arms and you cuddle me until I fall asleep? I’m thinking that sounds like the correct thing to happen next.” He teases.
“Of course that’s what you think.”
“Hey, I don’t make the rules, I just work here.” He says in a seductive drawl.
“You’re still very much in the dog house. Honestly, I feel it’s only fair for me to leave you waiting a week to even see me.” You speak without a hint of sarcasm.
It goes quiet over the phone again. You look down at your rings, twisting them around your finger gently.
“Okay…I guess that’s fair.” He finally responds.
You release a breath you weren't aware you were holding, nodding to yourself in agreement.
“You’re one hundred percent certain you want this? Want to be together past just best friends?” You clarify.
“What do you not trust me already? Y/n I want to be with you. I have wanted to be with you. Our communication just wasn’t great. But we will work on it together. Okay?” Chris speaks gently down the phone.
“Okay.” You say softly.
Though it will take a day or two for you to get over the fact he didn’t message you for a week, you feel as though a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
Whatever the next step of your relationship with Chris is, you’re just relieved that you get to do it together with no more misunderstandings.
minho | 1.0k (1032) words
You and Minho decided that it would be best for you to discuss your relationship over lunch. He even offered to pay which you certainly were not going to turn down.
You have been hyping yourself up in front of the mirror for about twenty minutes since Minho said he was en route. If Minho texting you earlier was any indication of how this conversation will go, then you are sure you aren’t silly for practising breathing techniques and how to not make a fool of yourself on a whole.
You’re getting your jacket when you hear his knock at the door. You know it’s him because he only ever knocks in a pattern.
Opening the door, you’re glad to see him greet you with a smile on your face. Though that’s how it has always been in your relationship. Even when you fight, you always know to resolve the issue with a smile and to never yell at each other.
Even though you could tell he was anxious, he was masking it well. Throughout the drive, playing your favourite songs. Even now in the café ordering you your favourite meal when he caught you scanning the menu acting like you didn’t know what you wanted already.
Safe to say, the both of you calm each other down, which makes this conversation much easier to have.
“So, let's address the elephant in the room.” You start, taking a sip of your milkshake.
“I first want to say that whatever we choose to do from this point on, you are not allowed to leave me. Well, you can’t anyways because I am always going to be in your life.” He says with an unwavering smile on his face.
You hold back your smile and nod, letting him carry on.
“No I do mean it. I just think that we’d be better off just being…us. You know what I mean?” He says using his hands to emphasise.
“Mmm, let’s dig a little deeper. I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. Obviously what we shared was nice and I don’t think that we should regret it, right?” You say with a tilt of your head.
“I agree. I had a think about it whilst I drove to your house to pick you up and I don’t think it was fair of me to question what we did. In terms of making you think that I felt that it wasn’t right of us to do.” Minho explains. He looks around before leaning in slightly. “Especially since that was the best sex I have had in months.” He throws a wink your way and you have to stop yourself from taking a bow.
Him saying that feels as though numerous weights have been lifted off of your shoulders. You were most anxious about whether he either hated it or thought it was a mistake. So you’re now glad to hear that neither of it was the case.
The waiter comes over with your food and you thank them. You’re about to pick up your fork and take a bite of food to fuel your courage but you’re abruptly tutted at.
“Just because we are in the midst of an important conversation does not mean we skip tradition.” Minho says, raising his eyebrow at you.
You place the fork down and put up a peace sign as you pose. He takes out his camera and snaps a photo of you with both his and your meal in the frame. He then puts his middle finger up and poses with an over exaggerated bored expression. You chuckle to yourself before taking the photo.
“You said that we moved too fast assuming that we were moving in the first place. Do you still think that now?” You say before taking a bite of your meal.
He finishes his mouthful as he furrows his eyebrows and thinks about your question.
“Well I mean, I’d be an idiot to say that I didn’t think that it wouldn’t be going anywhere. But for us right now, I don’t think we should be moving at all.” He speaks.
The food you are swallowing seems to get a little stuck as you start to quietly choke. All the while Minho grows increasingly embarrassed at your lack of ability to stay alive.
“Okay calm, people are starting to look over.” He says to you, pouring you a glass of water from the jug on the table.
You take a few gulps and tap your chest.
“Damn. You shouldn’t say things like that when I’m mid chew.” You scold.
“My apologies, from now on I shall wait until the food has made its descent to the pit of acid in your stomach.” He lightly chuckles.
“So what I’m hearing is that all things considered romantically, we should stop. So we just continue on as friends?” You clarify.
He nods.
“Hit the nail on the head.”
“Right…I mean I guess that works. After all, we were friends before we got curious so I’m pretty sure we can just laugh about it and carry on.” You smile albeit quite painfully.
“Yes of course! We were just curious…” Minho adds, a painful smile also etched onto his features.
Can you just laugh about it and carry on? Even when it felt so natural? So…right?
There’s a silence pregnant with awkwardness as you and Minho avoid each other’s gazes and continue to eat.
Akin to a supporting artist having a cue to interact with the leads of a movie, the waiter comes over to ask if everything was alright with the food.
You both bombard him with praise and he seems a little taken aback and hurries away to the next table.
You don’t lie to Minho often, much like he doesn’t lie to you. However, in this café it seems the two of you are egregious liars. Which explains the way you both see right through each other.
You know that it’s only a matter of time until something happens again because unfortunately you have crossed the line. Let’s just hope you can go at least a month before you’re entangled in each other's arms again.
changbin | 1.1k (1120) words
One, two, three knocks on your door. You approach it slowly, looking through the peephole to see Changbin standing in his big puffer jacket and gloves.
You consider letting him stay in the cold a little longer, but the goodness in your heart wills your hand to open the door.
“Come in quickly, it’s cold.” You order.
He doesn’t dally with his movements, coming inside quickly as you shut the door behind him. It’s quiet as he takes off his shoes and coat, giving you a mildly awkward smile that was still dulcet.
“I was just making breakfast, would you like some?” You offer, walking into the kitchen.
“Oh, yes please that’d be nice thank you.” He says, following after you.
The atmosphere feels a little strange and you aren’t used to it. Changbin hasn’t yelled at all since stepping foot inside and usually you would’ve threatened the duct tape on his mouth by now.
You engage in some aimless chit chat with him whilst you cook. You figured you would ease into this conversation rather than just immediately diving head first.
“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Changbin admires as he looks around your kitchen.
You turn to him, bewildered.
“I haven’t changed my kitchen since I moved in here, bin.” You establish.
“Really? Oh. I thought there was something different about this place in the week and a bit that I have been gone.” He says with genuinity.
“Why would I have changed my kitchen around in the week that you’ve been gone?” You ask.
He shrugs, stealing a blueberry from the bowl when your back is turned from him.
“I don’t know. Some people dye or cut their hair when they’re upset. I figured since you like your hair too much, you would’ve changed the next best thing.” He solidifies, feeling much too content with the way his brain works.
You on the other hand aren’t sure whether you’re being tested or if this is truly how he is choosing to behave.
You plate up the food and as you’re about to slide his plate over to him, you pull it back.
“For every question answered, you get a mouthful of food.” At this, Changbin gawks.
“This seems illegal in some form or another.” He sulks.
You open up your phone to your conversation with him.
“So it says here that you didn’t want to mess up our friendship, but emotions were running high and we weren’t thinking about the consequences. What consequences would that be?” You state.
He looks at you quizzically.
“Why do I feel like I’m in court right now? You’re reading the text messages out like evidence and I’m scared.” He says laughing awkwardly.
“You answer the question. You get to eat.” You redirect. He clears his throat before he begins.
“Well the consequences would be, erm, how us sleeping together will create ripples in our friendship whether we like it or not. I mean I’m not saying I regret it fully…but maybe a tiny bit?” He says fiddling with his hands.
He opens his mouth wide as he awaits your end of the deal. You pick up the fork and scoop up some food before you feed it to him.
For people who aren’t a couple, you sure do act like it.
“Why is that?” You press further.
“Because I didn’t want something like this to happen. By that I mean, if we were going to go all the way, then we should have established what we were prior. Even though our friends may think we are a couple, it wasn’t exclusively spoken about between us.” A beat. “But now I think that by letting ourselves get carried away, we missed the opportunity to settle things out with both of us clear on where we stand in our relationship.” He finishes.
You decide to give him two mouthfuls for that answer to which he hums happily in response.
You cannot doubt that what he said makes sense. You should have spoken about what you guys were before engaging in something as intimate as sleeping with each other.
Yet for two people who have already gone to second base countless times before and couldn’t control the libido this time, you also understand where things got messy.
“I think I get where you’re coming from now.” You say, eating your own mouthful.
Changbin nods in acknowledgment before stealing a handful of blueberries.
“But you also said that you still wanna be my best friend. Is that still true? Do you think we can get past this?” You ask apprehensively.
Changbin’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief.
“Of course! To both of your questions. Look at us, we’ve lasted this long. Yeah so I’ve been inside you, that’s fine! At least we had a good time, right? We can say that we’ve done it and gotten it out of our system.” He exclaims.
You pull a face at the last sentence and he is immediately scrambling to reword what he means.
“No, I don't see it as a throwaway act! I meant that because we had been stopping at second base because we were too scared to take it all the way, we finally reached the goal.” He stammers.
You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms.
“No I don’t mean that sleeping with you was the goal, if anything it was off the pitch.” He tries to explain.
A single tilt of your head was all that was needed in order for him to slam his head into his hands and mutter a ‘I give up’.
You shake your head and slide the plate over to him as you move across the island to sit on the stall next to him. You place an arm around his shoulder as he sighs.
“I don’t want to lose you as my best friend too, bin. Let’s just take it one day at a time, yeah? What happened, happened. Now we both know where we stand about our friendship, it’s okay.”
He lifts his head from his palms and looks over you with his big black eyes.
“You mean that? Like actually? We’re good?” He asks. You laugh slightly.
“Yes bin, we’re good.” You reassured him.
“Oh thank God. Does that mean I can still call you my sweet—”
“One day at a time.” You say sternly.
The both of you smile as you finish the rest of your breakfast. There’s a twinge of hurt that you feel for you and Changbin not going forward as a couple, but you would rather this than to lose him forever.
So for now, you’ll cherish what an amazing friendship the two of you have and will continue to have.
hyunjin | 1.1k (1113) words
“Y/n open the fucking door.” You mimic Hyunjin’s last text message to you aloud as you walk down the stairs.
You were by no means rushing to get to the door, if anything, you think that standing right by it for a good two minutes or so to really irritate him would make you feel much better than you currently do.
Hyunjin continuously banging on the door pulls you out of your stubborn demeanour. If not for your neighbours, you’d have let him continue to bang against the door until his knuckles bruised.
Yet it seems your night couldn’t get any worse considering you’ve just taken a fist to the face. Perhaps that was your fault for catching him off guard when he was vigorously knocking as he appeared to have ‘knocked’ your face instead of the door.
“Oh fuck! Y/n!” Hyunjin yells as he cradles your face in his hands. You appreciate the gesture, you do, he was still your best friend after all. But if this wasn’t the cherry on top of the cake then you don’t know what is.
“Yep, good to see you too hyune.” You groan.
You scrunch your face as your hand moves to soothe your forehead. Shrugging out of his hold, you step inside of your home, trusting that he would follow suit and shut the door behind him.
“Y/n darling I am so sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to knock against…your forehead.” He speaks with utmost genuinity as he shadows behind you.
You don’t say anything as you just grab yourself some frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel before moving to your living room to make yourself comfortable on the sofa as you wait for him to explain everything.
You’re thankful that he seems to be getting the hints tonight. He takes his place beside you, worry etched onto his beautiful face.
Damn his prince-like features…
“Explain yourself then, since texting wasn’t working for you.” You spit. He bites his lip nervously and fidgets with his hands before his eyes look from the bag of peas until falling onto your own.
“When…when I said I didn’t want you as my best friend, I meant because we can’t just go back to being best friends after that. It would just kill me knowing that you aren’t mine even after the night we shared.” He starts.
You sit still and listen, switching hands since the frozen peas were adding to the chill you already had from the conversation that loomed over your head.
“I don’t want you as my best friend because I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I want us. Together.”
You wince. There’s a small part of you that just doesn’t believe him. You place down the now damp tea towel that holds the slowly melting peas.
He looks at you, trying to read your reaction, but you were giving nothing away.
“I just wanna know what was going through your head all those nights we spent together. We may not have had sex, but we did everything else. The cuddles, the kisses—when you familiarise yourself with every inch of my body—it would make sense that I thought we were something more than just best friends.”
He breaks eye contact, his interest now on the rings he adorns on his fingers. You can tell he is trying to think of something to say, so you wait patiently.
“I understand if you feel like I may have been using you.” He acquiesces in meeting your gaze, but he persists. “It hadn’t really occurred to me that you may have thought of us as more than best friends. Granted, instead of sitting in my uncertainty I should have just asked you. Then that night happened and it hit me. Afterwards, I just knew that I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”
You feel nauseous. You can’t decipher exactly what that was supposed to mean. You look over at the now wet kitchen towel.
“So you do regret it?” You pressed, your voice soft.
He holds his hands out and shakes his head as he quickly refutes his words.
“No of course not! I just meant that I know I should have asked you about us before that happened. I didn’t want it to be the case that you felt that I was not serious about us. ‘Cause having sex with someone is serious and I never wanted you to think I was playing around with your feelings.” He finishes.
You sit there thinking about what he said. Maybe he was being sincere. Maybe he really does want what you thought the two of you had for the past couple of months.
“How can I know that you aren’t just saying this? That you feel somewhat obligated to make us a thing because of the fact we slept with each other?” You ask.
“Because I was too much of a coward to say this earlier.” He speaks without missing a beat.
He scoots closer to you on the sofa, his hands providing warmth in yours. You don’t mean to dither, but you can’t help but weigh all the options. Hyunjin tilts his head to try and meet your eyes.
“I know you’re thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. About all of the things that could go right. What I could be for you in a day, a week, a month or even a year.” He cups your cheek, his thumb gently stroking beneath your eye. “But just be with me in this present moment. Think about what I could be for you now.” He says quietly.
After some time, you lift your head to meet his gaze, the faintest smile on your lips.
“Okay.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened in shock and by the look on his face, you were certain that he thought you were going to reject him.
“O-okay? You’re sure?” He presses.
“I’m sure. I can tell you truly meant what you said and I think this would be the better outcome for us. I don’t think I could picture my life without you in it.” You admit.
“Then I promise you won’t ever have to picture it because I won’t leave you. I won’t leave you, Y/n.” Hyunjin declares.
You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. You aren’t sure whether your head is throbbing from your injury or the thrill that comes with you and Hyunjin finally being together.
You just hope that Hyunjin is able to keep his promise that he won’t ever leave you; and that in the end, you made the right decision.
jisung | 1.1k (1115) words
You and Jisung sit on your sofa with a cup of tea in both of your hands. It’s been ten minutes since he has arrived and not one word has been said between the two of you.
That’s how things usually are between you and him though. You don’t particularly need to say anything to know what the other one needs.
However, you fear that your senses haven’t quite been tingling like they ought to be. Since what you thought was commonly shared between both parties has seemed to only be dumped into one.
An unrequited love is always bound to end in heartbreak and you’re sure that is how today is going to end.
“Is it just me or do things feel a little odd?” Jisung says breaking the ice, but in a way which has submerged the two of you in ice cold water.
“Well I think I would be a little more fraught if things didn’t feel odd.” You add.
You aren’t exactly happy with him at the moment either. In fact you think it’s in his best interest to explain just what he meant in those text messages.
“Explain yourself then.” You say not beating around the bush.
Jisung places his mug down before turning to you.
“I wanna start by saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for how I worded what I was trying to say in those texts. You aren’t stupid Y/n, I promise. I’m the one that’s being stupid.” He meets your gaze and you give him a single nod.
“The truth is, I don’t think I’m ready to have a relationship with you.”
If your feelings are hurt, you will yourself not to show it on your face. Except your face goes pallid as you feel the knife stab directly into your beating heart.
“Then why make it seem as if we were? Why not shut it down? Better yet, why use me to get your rocks off and make me think that I am going to amount to more than just your best friend?” Your voice croaks, unable to hide the emotion you’re feeling.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
“I can’t give you a definite answer of why I did all of that right now.” He says quietly.
You can’t help the scoff that falls from your mouth.
“What the fuck Ji? Why are you even here then? What are we even doing?!” You say starting to grow more upset.
His eyes widen slightly as he looks at you. He places a hand on your arm and is surprised when you don’t shrug him away.
“I promise I don’t mean to vex you, I just don’t have an answer because I don’t know. I just know that us having slept together made things seem…real. Like we were actually happening. When in actuality we weren’t and never will be.”
That was a punch to your gut so hard that your body viscerally reacted to his words and hunched over slightly. You can’t believe what you’re hearing.
This can’t be the Jisung that you were friends with for so long. No, he would never say something so outright.
It’s as if he hasn’t even registered what he just said because his face is that of worry as to why you are stunned silent.
“Jisung,” he winces at the use of his full name. “What did you expect to happen between us? Be honest, don’t say that you don’t know.” You speak gently.
He thinks for a moment, his hand slipping from your arm as he uses it to fiddle with the zipper of his jacket.
“I just expected for us to play around and not take it to the next step. I just wanted a bit of fun with my best friend. That’s not so bad is it?” He confesses, looking at his feet.
The knife is pushed deeper.
You honestly aren’t sure how to react. What to say or even do. So you sit in silence.
Minutes go by and all you can hear are the hum of the electronics in the room and the breathing of Jisung. He always has been a loud breather.
A clearing of the throat pulls you out of your trance.
“Please say something, anything.” He pleads. You slowly turn your face towards him.
“What would you like me to say Jisung? I have just found out that my best friend—you—has been using me for shits and giggles and being a total ignorant asshole while he does so.” You retort.
He shakes his head as he frowns at your words.
“No, no I’m not the bad guy here. I didn’t use you just for that. Why would I do that Y/n? You mean more to me than that.” He runs his hand through his brown locks, getting frustrated. “Look, I don’t think we should blow this too much out of proportion. We did something that we shouldn’t have and now we just have to move on.” He says.
“You don’t mean that.”
“You’re my best friend Y/n. You know me inside and out. Maybe I haven’t been so transparent with you lately. I just think that I need to figure out some stuff on my own because clearly everything I say is hurting you and I hate the way I hurt you. Fuck, just seeing your face now, knowing I was the cause. I can’t do this. Not anymore.” He says solemnly.
You blink. The tears trickle down your cheeks as you take into account what he is saying.
No. This isn’t your Jisung. Just give him some time and he’ll be back. He’ll come back.
“What are you saying to me Ji?” He places a hand on your cheek before standing up and putting on his shoes.
You immediately get up and follow him to the front door.
“Jisung.” You whisper. He opens the door and steps out, stopping and turning to you once more.
“I’m always gonna be in your corner Y/n. Okay? Always.” Jisung says as he smiles sadly at you and turns away from your door.
Watching him leave feels like the knife is twisting uncontrollably. You shut your door, not wanting to see him in case you’ll do something stupid like run and stop him from walking out of your life.
You’re angry, you’re hurt, you’re confused. You’re in a state of shock. Was that a goodbye? Will you ever see him again?
You cover your mouth with your hand as you sob quietly as reality sets in. You had just lost the man you had fallen for, your best friend.
You aren’t sure if he is ever coming back.
felix | 1.0k (1077) words
The sun is setting and you find yourself in the familiar skatepark which you and Felix frequently visit to hang out.
This was a first, you getting here before him. It felt uncanny, especially since the skatepark is an empty void. It’s not like you’re here at the late hours of the night which is what you guys usually do, so where are the people?
As you sit atop the ramp wondering this, Felix climbs up and sits next to you.
“Hey Y/n.” He greets. No remark about you being here before him for a change. You face him and greet him with a small smile.
“The sky is pretty this evening. Any particular reason for why you wanted to meet at our spot earlier than usual?” He asks you.
“I knew the sky would be worth seeing from here today. I also wanted to be able to see your face when you lie.” You deadpan.
He audibly swallows at this which makes you chuckle and start to swing your feet.
“I’m kidding. Just wanted to watch the sun go down.” You tease.
It’s silent, bar the birds chirping and the rustle of the leaves as the wind dances through the trees.
“So about what happened with us,” Felix starts. “You think that we are more than just best friends?” He asks. You hum in acknowledgement.
“I thought we were more than best friends for a while. You know, since this whole shebang started. The sex was just what I thought was you being ready to take our relationship further. Though that was foolish of me to think and not double check with you.”
Felix, now turnt to face towards the sunset, is quiet as he takes into consideration what you have just said.
“It wasn’t foolish.” He says ever so quietly.
Your legs still their movement as you turn to look at him. His face is being kissed nicely by the sun right now, his freckles practically glowing.
“Of course it was foolish Felix. Or else we wouldn’t be here now.” You smile as you tip your head back and close your eyes, letting the last of the sun’s warmth seep through your skin.
“No. It wasn’t foolish because I was ready. Okay that’s not entirely true, I caught feelings months ago but I only became sure about them during that week I was away.” He softly speaks.
You drop your head and look towards him. His eyes are still glued to the vast blanket of orange and yellow across the horizon.
“But that’s not what you said in those text messages. You said that you think that boundary shouldn’t have been crossed in the first place. Yet now you’re saying this? Forgive me Felix, but I’m finding it hard to believe what’s coming out of your mouth.” You sigh.
He finally turns and looks at you, a small scowl on his face.
“I know what I said in the texts Y/n. I don’t go back on my word. I do think a boundary was crossed and as best friends it shouldn’t have been.” A beat. “Though that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel something towards you. That’s why I’m so confused.” He turns his head back towards the sky, the deep shade of blue starting to make itself evident.
“Like I said, I didn’t expect to catch feelings for you and then have sex with you.” He finishes.
You lay down, watching the dark grey clouds move.
“Do you remember much of that night?” You ask.
“Of course I do. How could I ever forget. I mean we are literally sitting on the ramp that it happened on.” He reminisced.
“Remember when I told you that I was yours and you were mine? That was probably said in the heat of the moment, but I meant it Felix. I’m not the kind of person who says things for the sake of saying them. Plus, I’m not focused on anybody other than you.” You say, closing your eyes again as the cool air brushes against your face.
Though your eyes are closed, you sense that Felix was staring at you. You hear his clothes rustle before you’re wrapped up in his arms.
He is cuddling you.
“Doll, I’m sorry. I didn’t just say those things because we were high off oxytocin. You really mean so much to me. I don't want us to argue, I just want us to be together. For real. No hesitations, no take backs. Just you and me living how we do, but together as one.”
You can feel something wet drip into the crook of your neck. You know it’s not raining so you figure he has started to cry.
“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings Y/n. It’s not what I wish to ever do to the person I love.” He sobs.
You open your eyes as you hear his admittance. The person he loves. The person he loves.
“You love me?”
“I’m in love with you. I was trying to make sense of if I truly meant it over that week and I reacted like I did earlier because I know you didn’t love me back. I was embarrassed.” He confessed.
You turn over in his arms as you grab ahold of his face. It’s dark now, but a nearby light creates a twinkle in his eyes.
“I want you to be sure that this is what you want. You don’t have to promise me forever, but promise me that this is truly what you want until it isn’t.” You say gently.
His bottom lip wobbles slightly as he takes a deep breath in then out.
“I am sure. I promise. I love you, I’m in love with you. I want us to be best friends. I want us to be lovers. I want it all. I want you.” He whispers against your lips.
You smile, wiping his tears away with your thumb.
“Okay, me too. We’re locked in?” You hold up your pinky.
“We’re locked in.” He connects his pinky with yours and pulls your face in to kiss you softly.
The two of you lay there in each other’s arms for the rest of that evening until a security guard ushered the two of you away.
As you walk hand in hand down the street, you’re just glad that you have this ball of sunshine all to yourself. For as long as time allows.
seungmin | 1.5k (1518) words
You were nervous. More nervous than you expected yourself to get. Which is probably how you find yourself scrambling to get your phone, sending Seungmin a message to say that you don’t want to meet up and would rather just call.
His reply after reading your message was to immediately dial you up, leaving no time for you to think about what you’re going to say and how you’re going to say it.
You answer the phone with baited breath.
“Why didn’t you want to meet me? You nervous or something?” He says very straightforwardly.
Yes.
“No. Just realised that I have things to do and I can multitask if I speak with you over the phone.” You lie.
You hear him sigh on the other side of the line.
“I’d rather you weren’t multitasking whilst we are having an important conversation about us. Pay attention.”
Your jaw clenches as you bite your tongue.
“Fine. Since you want to be such an adult about this, why don’t you do us the honour and start us off?” You quip.
“You already know how I feel about that night. About us blurring those lines between friendship and something more. We shouldn’t have. Having said that, I value our friendship too much to let something like that fuck it up.” Seungmin says plainly.
You roll your eyes, not understanding what exactly he means by that.
“Okay…but you do realise that us sleeping together has changed everything, right?” You say unwavering in your tone.
“Wrong.”
You waited for him to finish what you hoped would be a longer sentence, but all you could hear was the minor feedback from the other end of the line. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you try again.
“What do you mean, wrong? Things can’t go back to normal after that night, shit, after everything that’s happened between us.” You exclaim.
“And I’m not saying they have to—”
“You are absolutely not still using me as a way to blow your load Seungmin.” You interrupt harshly.
You hear him groan on the other end of the phone to which you decide to put him on speakerphone and place him on your bed. You wipe your face with your hands in frustration as you wait for him to speak.
“I’m not going to do this with you if you’re going to be angry for starters. Especially if you’re going to be interrupting me. Got it?” He asserts.
You release a huff of air, choosing to stay quiet in regards to what he has just said, but you reluctantly agree.
“Fine, sorry. Carry on.” You say as nicely as you can muster up.
“What I’m saying is I care about you Y/n. I don’t think it’s fair that people have also been feeding you troubles about our friendship. It’s between us and not them. They don’t know what the fuck is going on and I’ll be getting on their asses for that later, but right now my focus is on you.” He explains.
You stay quiet, noting the fact that he is now outside and walking.
“Seungmin, you can’t seriously fault our friends for noticing something you were determined to ignore. We were doing things couples do!”
“But we aren’t a couple. That is what I’m trying to get at Y/n.” He says exasperated. You hear a police siren go by on his end of the line which muffles the last part of his sentence.
“Then why even do all that with me? Of course I was going to catch feelings. I’d be stupid not to!” You exclaim, resting your head in your hands.
He’s quiet. The only sounds to be heard is the distorted traffic. You sit there unmoving, wondering why he isn’t speaking.
A loud series of knocks on your door jolt you out of your trance.
“One second, someone is at my door.” You alert Seungmin. Putting on your slippers, you rush to the door. You open it and you feel your face run cold.
Seungmin huddles over, catching his breath before he makes a show to end the call between the two of you.
“I am not having this conversation with you over a fucking phone.” He pants.
He lets himself in, your mind still boggled at the fact that he chose to fast walk over here just to have this conversation. You’re both touched and terrified. Touched because he seems to really care about talking about your relationship in person. Terrified because this is getting much more serious than you thought it was.
It’s times like these where you wish you and Seungmin hadn’t planned to live so close together. Now you have no choice but to face him in the flesh.
In the time that you were finally able to come to your senses and shut your front door, Seungmin had taken off his shoes and jacket and was standing behind you waiting.
He grabs ahold of your hand and leads you to your own bedroom.
“Seungmin, I don't want to have angry sex with you.” You blurt out. You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle, but he’s already sitting you on the edge of your bed.
He places his hands on your shoulders and imitates taking a deep breath in and out.
“No, that is not what I’m here to do.” He crawls up to the top of your bed and sits resting against the headboard. “I am here to make amends and stop what shouldn’t have started in the first place.” He says calmly.
You have to hold your stomach to try and soothe the impending vomit that is about to ascend up and out of your mouth.
“I’m gonna be honest with you Seungmin. What you did, knowing you never wanted it to happen or go this far, was not cool. I’m not saying you’re to blame for the whole of it…but as someone who was catching feelings and seemingly thought you were as well, I genuinely thought that us continuing to be intimate with each other was because you liked me.” You finish.
As you sit crossed-legged at the foot of the bed and Seungmin sits at the head, you start to feel this strange disconnect between the two of you.
Seungmin sits there silent, clearly thinking of something to say in response.
“I…I think I didn’t stop it because it felt good.” He says.
“Good because it was us or good because you had someone to calm your sexual frustrations?” You ask.
The way he hesitates to answer and hold eye contact with you tells you everything you need to know.
You let out a scoff, getting up from your bed and starting to pace laps in your room.
“I cannot believe this. You were the last person who I thought would do this to me.” You say, pointing an accusatory finger at him.
“Y/n you know I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I-I care about you!” He says now getting up from the bed.
He goes to reach out and grasp your arm but you step out of his way, causing him to stumble slightly.
Not only are you fighting your tears, but you are battling your inner turmoil. Something like this would deem him unfit to stay in your life, no?
You couldn’t possibly still be his closest friend if he truly just used you for pleasure, right?
“Y/n please look at me.” He says, his hands now balling up besides his legs.
“I can’t do this anymore. I want you to leave.” You speak barely above a whisper.
“What?”
“I want. You. To leave.” Your voice cracks slightly, but you turn around to face him. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open, as if he isn’t quite sure that this is what you mean.
Taking the initiative, you walk out of your bedroom and to your front door. You hear his footsteps behind you, murmuring a few ‘waits’ and ‘calm downs’. Grabbing his jacket, you shove it in his chest and step back.
Your arms are wrapped around yourself for comfort as you keep your head held low.
Seungmin silently puts on his jacket and shoes and reaches for the door handle. Yet, as he is about to open the door, he pauses midway through his movement.
“Leave your house or leave you forever?” He says disconcertingly.
You lift your head up, his back facing you. You assess him for only a moment. His hand that strangles the door handle shakes slightly and his other hand grasps his jacket.
“Both.” You choke.
He doesn’t miss a beat. Swinging open the door and leaving without looking back.
Just like that, all those years of friendship cut abruptly due to the confounding circumstances that conspired between the two of you.
Some could say it was rather quixotic of you to expect that you could actually have a relationship with Seungmin.
Though you would just say that perhaps falling in love with your best friend was never the right path, but one you were unfortunate enough to take.
i.n | 1.2k (1257) words
You can’t control the way you feel. You’re hurt. You’re beyond angry. You’re hysterical. How dare he talk to you like that? How dare he disregard everything the two of you have been through because he wants to stay your ‘best friend’?
You well and truly can’t promise that you won’t blow up on him when he gets here. That’s if he even bothers to show up. He’s already twenty minutes late and you’re sitting in the cold, on a park bench, drinking your hot chocolate.
“Y/n!” Jeongin calls out to you as he walks over to sit beside you on the bench.
“Where’s mine?” He says, his voice laden with sarcasm as he points to your drink. He quirks his eyebrow at you as he assesses your mood and it certainly isn’t one accommodating his jokes at the moment.
Breathe…breathe…
He turns to face you, one leg crossed beneath him as his arm rests on the back of the bench, his gloved fingers tapping a beat on your shoulder.
“Are you feeling better now? You’re gonna talk this out with me like the adults we are, hm?” He smiles.
You turn to face him, unable to mask your ire.
“Just best friends huh?” You speak for the first time in a while.
Jeongin stops tapping your shoulder to run his fingers through his hair. Tugging his coat closer around him to provide some sort of warmth to not only protect himself from the bitter chill of the air, but the icy look in your eyes.
“I admit, crossing those lines with you was never my intention. Being that I didn’t kiss or sleep with you because I wanted a relationship with you. I guess I was just lonely, you were available…tensions were high and we couldn’t control ourselves.”
You actually feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. This is not the Jeongin you knew and loved as your best friend. No, he was far nicer than what you’re currently faced with.
You are rendered speechless. The only thing you can think to do is take another sip of your hot chocolate.
It would be ideal if your hands stopped shaking.
“You get where I’m coming from though right? Like I said, I care for you. More than anybody else I know, but what we did was a mistake and that’s okay. We’ll know to never let those boundaries be crossed again alright?” He says placing a hand on your thigh.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Y/n–”
“Jeongin get your hand off of me, now.”
The smile that you used to adore, now falls from his face. His lips thinning as his jaw clenches and his gaze hardens.
“I genuinely thought that you had reason to be so pissy at me, you know, due to your work being so busy and all,” You laugh bitterly. “But you really are just a fucking asshole.”
He rolls his eyes and moves to get up before your hand reaches out to stop him.
“Sit the fuck down, I’m not done with you. I’m only going to say it once.” You say acrimoniously.
Heeding your warning, he sits back down, his hands finding solace in his lap.
“See, I was speaking with Hyunjin when you were supposedly too busy to talk to me and he gave me some pretty good advice.” You say finishing the rest of your drink and setting it aside.
“What are you doing asking him for advice? He has no business knowing what goes on between the two of us, let alone an argument.” He spits.
Ignoring his disapproval, you elect yourself to continue.
“He said that you don’t deserve me in your life. That a best friend would never, should never treat me like that–”
“Oh bull-fucking-shit! He is only saying that so that he can gets his filthy hands on you himself.” He interrupts, shaking his head as he looks beyond the lake at the horizon.
“I agree.”
Jeongin nods his head in approval to your words.
“You don’t deserve me in your life.”
His head snaps to yours as he sits up straight, clasping his hands together as he tilts his head.
“What?”
“I am not your little fucktoy for you to use whenever you get sick of your hand. I’m not the easy option because I’m the closest you can get to getting off without people catching on. You know because we’re best friends, right? No one will suspect a thing, right?”
You have started, gone past the point of no return as you lay into him and rightfully so.
“I thought you had calmed down from earlier? What, did you discuss with Hyunjin all of the things to say to me before I got here? The fuck does he know? He doesn’t even know you like I do!” He exclaims, his voice raising in pitch.
You gawk, unable to believe how he just bypassed what you said to talk shit about his friend.
“This isn’t about Hyunjin for fuck’s sake! This is about us! Or rather the lack of.” You stand up, taking deep breaths as you pace in front of him back and forth. “You keep talking to me like I’m some fucking child. Like I can’t comprehend the words that are coming out of my mouth.”
You stop in front of him, sighing.
“I don’t want to be in your life anymore. I’m done.”
His eyes widen as he grasps ahold of your hands, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles.
“You don’t mean that. You’re just angry. You want me to apologise? Okay sure. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used you like that and let it get that far knowing I wasn’t ready for a relationship.” He begs.
You feel your eyes start to well up with tears. This isn’t how you imagined a six year friendship to end, but alas, here the two of you are.
He stands now, moving his hands to cup your cheeks, his eyes darting between yours.
“Come on. Let’s not act rash now Y/n. It was a mistake.” He keeps trying to reassure you.
You shake his hands off of your face as you take a step back.
“It wasn’t a mistake for me. It never was and never will be because I didn’t just see you as someone who was available. I’m serious, I won’t be treated like shit. Not anymore and certainly not by you.” You affirm.
He lets his hands fall to his sides, his fists clenching.
“So this is it huh? You really wanna leave me, leave six years of friendship because you got your feelings hurt?” He asks.
“Fuck you, Jeongin. Don’t contact me ever again. I’m finished.” You say scoffing a laugh.
You pick up your empty cup and start to walk away, not bothering to turn back to see how he reacts. Only then do you let the tears run marathons down your face.
Little did you know, his fists unclenched and his hands were brought to his face. He collapses onto the bench, watching your figure get smaller and smaller until he can no longer see you.
It was in that moment, where Jeongin only just realised how royally he had fucked up. His head falls into his hands as he takes deep breaths.
The smoke caused from the cold air and the warmth of his mouth floating along the sky. Much like you, floating out of his life and disappearing. Lost to the abyss of a forever memory in his heart.
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The JjK men reacting to finding out you’re infertile. This was honestly a self-indulgent fic idea but then it won on the poll I put out and honestly I was kinda surprised people were interested! Yall picked the only fic I didn’t have finished but I do now so here it is! If you’d like a part 2 let me know! +what characters!
Toji
You didn’t tell him until years into the relationship. Sure maybe that wasn’t the healthiest thing but oh well things happened and you couldn’t change the past. And it took so long for Toji to trust you… that you just didn’t want to add another thing on top of it to deal with. I mean it took him almost a year for him to introduce you to his kids. It took him that long just to feel serious about your relationship.
And it’s not like he asked either, or used a condom. Cmon, we all know his history with women and he just kinda presumed you were on the pill, or that he’d deal with the consequences after the fact. He had two kids, this wasn’t his first time around the block. And even after he got serious with you he never brought up wanting to have another. His hands were full, and besides he wasn’t very well off. I mean you guys made it work, but that was just with the 4 of you, who knows what adding another would do.
So the conversation didn’t happen until probably 5… maybe 6 years in. Where you both had pretty much decided that you were stuck with each other. That if you lost each other at this point in life there would be no reason to restart the process of finding someone new all over again. He trusted you, and god that meant a lot coming from a man like Toji, his goal was to protect his kids and now you along with them.
Laying on the couch one night, one kid off at a sleepover the other supposed to be returning home soon. You guys trusted them… maybe a lil too much. Head resting on his chest, listening to the way his heart pounded, like it wanted to leap out of his chest and make it known just how much he loved you, how much joy he found being with you. Something he thought he’d never find again after the loss of his first wife, and the second one leaving him.
Some thriller played in the background, some movie franchise Toji was secretly a big fan of. Half empty beers sitting on the coffee table, one of his hands softly scratching your back, softer than the man had ever been before. You, aimlessly fiddling with his other hand that adorned his shiny wedding ring, one that matched yours, deciding on simple ones that didn’t cost much, but meant a lot.
“Hey Toji?” You muttered out, voice weaker than you intended, his hand on your back instinctively tightened, a simple grunt in response. Your tone of voice worried him, that tone always did, meant you’d ruin the peace with something serious, as he’d always say. But really he was just always worried it’d be something so serious that he’d end up losing you.
When you didn’t continue, he grumbled, ready for you just to spit it out. This type of atmosphere either had 1 of 2 endings to whatever conversation was going to happen, either you were super upset over something really really detrimental or it was something silly you were getting all caught up on. “What is it woman? You’re ruining the movie,” his words were harsh, but you were long past the phase of wondering if he was mad at you over simply the way he normally spoke.
“Well….Did you ever… I don’t know… question why I was so excited that you had kids?” You hummed out softly, your hand that was fiddling with the ring on his finger slowly moving to hold his hand instead. Toji had once in the past let it slip that when he had tried dating before you he often got hurt cause they didn’t want to deal with his already pre-started family. He sighed knowing you were overthinking something, “Mmm, not really, was just grateful,” that was one of the first time you had actually heard him be so openly heartfelt.
“Oh…. Well it’s cause I can’t have my own,” you hummed softly. His expression didn’t change, nothing more than an eyebrow quirking up, “Is that so doll?” He mumbled, already deciding this convo was one of the silly ones, aka option 2. You took his response as him just simply brushing you off, watching his eyes reconnect with the tv screen and his hand that was intertwined with yours, now reaching for his beer bottle, “Those kids, Megumi and Tsumiki, are just as much yours now as they are mine.” Everything he had needed to say was in that one little sentence alone.
Your eyes widened, “Oh Toji,” you muttered softly, holding back tears, “Oh Jesus don’t cry,” he huffed, resuming his hand on your back, rubbing soft soothing circles. Reaching his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head but in his head he was just glad this was one of your silly overthought moments.
Nanami
You told him on your 3rd date. Nanami was a classy man, made you feel really stupid for some of the guys you had dated in the past, so you wanted to treat him right just as he treated you.
On your first date he was stiff, and awkward even, but it was endearing in a way. You both had worked together so there was no reason for him be worried but it was nice to know that someone like Nanami could be nervous. That date was a dinner date.
Your second was a bit more relaxed, a bowling alley, an idea recommended by Gojo an annoying coworker you both shared (and bonded over complaining about). It was nice cause Nanami could get a few drinks in, relax a bit, unbutton the top button of his shirt. Strike some strikes and whatever else you did in bowling. It was nice.
Your third date was a walk through the park, a bit more impromptu but you had decided this one, invited him on it too. It was after an early mission, so you two were done around the afternoon. The sun was warm, flowers blooming, walking side by side down some path. And of course the relationship wasn’t official but Nanami knew from the first time he had saw you he wanted you.
His hand was placed respectfully on your lower back, of course after making sure you were ok with it, and trees lined the pathway you were walking on. He had haphazardly stuck a flower in your hair, one he had picked along your walk.
He was warm, comforting, made you feel like you could be you, so you wanted to be honest. “Kento… are you sure I’m the one you want?” You asked gently, eyes nervously looking up at him as you bit your lip, awaiting his response.
“Of course,” he scoffed, he may be a gentleman but he sure was sassy. “Why wouldn’t I?” He hummed tilting his head down to look at you. “Well… I just think some of are goals don’t align,” you sighed and an eyebrow raise from him was all you needed to know that he was listening.
“Well I…. Look… I can’t… I can’t give you a family,” you muttered looking away, your body becoming rigid against his, “And what do you mean by that?” His voice stern, impending, but not harsh just… curious. “Well… I can’t exactly procreate and it be successful…you get it?” You mumbled under your breath as you picked at the sides of your nails.
Oh, that’s what you meant. He nodded more as a confirmation for his inner thoughts than anything you said, he brought one of his free hands to swat at yours that were picking, “That’s fine,” he shrugged looking back ahead at the path.
“What?” You half yelled definitely hearing some bird flying away from you at the disturbance, “But you.. didn’t you wanna settle down? Have a family? I’ve heard you talk about it,” you grumbled.
He rolled his eyes, “Sure I did, but none of that would mean anything without you,” he hummed, stopping to face you. Tilting your head up by your chin, tired eyes meeting yours, “I want you and you alone. If I can’t have children so be it. You’re enough for me.”
And needless to say it was definitely official after that.
Sukuna
The king of curses was already a very scary man, and honestly talking to him could be quite… difficult to say the least. So you swore off to never tell him. And he didn’t even want the little rascals anyway.
Children were too… annoying for someone who was already so irritating himself, and a little one just like him? Hell would freeze over if that happened.
But he couldn’t deny that you made him ponder. What would it be like? Having one.. or possibly two that were a mix of you both. Or better yet he’d like it more if they were exactly like you. The world would be a better place with only one version of Sukuna Ryomen in it.
Yet he didn’t think of it often. But you knew you had to come clean soon, you could feel the way he glared at your stomach as if trying to stare straight into your uterus. When really he was just trying to figure it if you could even carry a baby from a cursed spirit like him… or if he could get a mere mortal pregnant.
He started trying to, oh so so hard to get you pregnant, every single time burying himself all the way before shooting his load. Yet you never showed any signs. Maybe he was simply incapable. That made him frown.
And that was when you hit a dry spell. He had become so worried that he was shooting blanks or that it was simply impossible to have kids because he was a curse. He was a lot more grouchy, and a lot less touchy. Sukuna already found cuddling and the sorts useless but now? Oh he’d barely look at you now.
He was always easily agitated so you often had found it easier to avoid conflict but he was making it seem like you didn’t even exist. One night you burst into his chambers, a little more attitude in the way you shoved the doors open than you usual.
“Tell me,” you called out standing firmly at the edge of his bed, fuming as your first clenched. His raspy, booming laugh resounding amongst the room. “Tell you what exactly? I owe you nothing,” he hummed remaining in his relaxed position on his lavishly large bed.
“You’ve barely spoken to me or even looked at me in a week? You used to be insatiable what is the problem!” You scrambled out. He clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, “Tsk, it’s none of your business how I spend my time. If it bothers you then shoo.”
You groaned, you knew him better than that, he wasn’t being truthful. “Sukuna tell me or I will leave this time, I am done playing this game with you.” Narrowing his eyes he took a good long pause before speaking, pointing down to your abdomen, “You show no signs of pregnancy despite multiple times in the bedroom. I’m confused aren’t most women your age fertile?” He jested, quirking a brow.
“Oh,” you muttered straightening up as you sighed. He sensed the noticeable change, “Your soul’s wavering, you know I can feel it, spit it out,” he said, glaring at you, but his look was one more of concern, you could always tell the difference. “Well I uh…”
You walked around to sit on your side of the bed, really he’d never call it that to your face, before you he’d always just sprawled out. Now he made sure to leave that space empty. “Look I…. I can’t have em,” his brow raised, “Have what? You’re being cryptic mortal.”
You groaned, “Kids! I can’t have kids,” that was laughable. Wait you weren’t joking? Sukuna quickly realized that, “What are you deformed?” He teased but it didn’t help the way your eyes got all dewy. He grumbled, he may be practically a demon….. but he did care enough for you to be in his bed next to him.
“So you cannot produce my heir,” and all you could respond with was a shake of your head, confirming. To Sukuna this made him feel a million times better. He wasn’t shooting blanks you simply just weren’t able to be impregnated. He was joyous if not for the tone of the situation.
“Does not matter,” you shot your head over, a confused look on your face. “You wouldn’t have been able to carry my baby anyways, I’m far too powerful for a mortal to carry my heir,” he teased, and while he had his signature smirk you could see the slight tenderness through it.
This may have been one of the only times he seemed to have understood your turmoil. And also the only time for him to have been the first one to initiate physical contact, pulling you into his chest. One hand running protectively over your back, another in your hair, the other two wrapping around you. “Do not fret, calm your soul dear,” his deep voice muttered out soothingly. And that was probably the best you had ever slept.
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Writing Post Masterlist
All my posts about writing - plus some I absolutely loved by other writers.
Masterlists by Other People (all good)
"Writing Tips Masterpost" by @deception-united - Deception-United has an incredibly wealth of resources available, far more comprehensive and detailed than mine. Go check it out!
"WQA Post Master Lists" by @writingquestionsanswered - Another fantastic and wonderfully comprehensive resource that covers damn near everything you need to know about writing. Genuinely one of the best free resources on writing that you could find on the internet.
General Advice for a Happy Writing Life
"The Myth of the Martyr Artist" - An incredibly important post, perhaps my most important one ever, that discusses why mental illness is a burden, not a benefit. I have no idea why this even needs to be said, but it does, apparently.
"Building Self-Esteem as a Writer" - Why you gotta be nice to yourself. You gotta.
"Identifying bad writing advice" - Warning signs that the post you are reading kinda sucks and you should click off.
"Advice to Beginner Writers: The Good, the Bad, and the Unpleasant" - How long it takes to become a good writer, what to focus on when learning, and why fanfic is such a useful tool.
"Mindset Shifts: Fanfiction -> Original Fiction" - What fanfic writers should know about deciding to take on original characters and stories.
"Defeating Protracted Writer's Block" - What to do when you find it impossible to write for days, weeks, or months at a time.
"Five Common Anxieties of Newbie Writers, Demystified" - Explorations of five mindsets that can set younger writers back as they learn their craft, including overcompetitiveness, overdescribing, and fearing they're "too old."
"Good Motivations for Continuing to Write" - Why it is crucial to have a passion for writing beyond fame and fortune.
"Extremely controversial writing opinions that will make you mad (but I'm going to say them anyway)" - Things you really don't want to hear, but need to be said. A bit of tough love, including the insignificance of ideas, the cold hard truth about how non-writers react to your writing, and the essentiality of having a well-rounded life.
"Why Mindfulness Is a Key Practice for Writers" - On the need to slow down and let our brain rest - plus some options that are categorically not sitting there in dead silence (boring).
"Writing When Happy" - Wherein I hijack someone's question to discuss the Myth of the Martyr Artist, why we might self-limit because of it, and how to do the impossible: write when we're happy.
"The Neurodivergent Writer’s Guide to Fun and Productivity" by @bookishdiplodocus - Excellent advice on how enjoying the process and reminding yourself that writing is supposed to be fun can help you stay motivated and productive, even when your brain is not cooperating.
"The Glorification of Self-Deprecation in Art/Writing Spaces" by @nicolkoutoulakiauthor - I've discussed before how crucial it is to have a healthy self-esteem when writing, but Nicol does it even better here. Nicol also includes some excellent reframing tactics so you can stay motivated.
Generalish Writing Advice (multifactorial)
"Signs That You Will Probably Finish Your Writing Project" - An analysis of the mindset that leads to results, and encouragement on how to develop them.
"'How Do I Start Writing?'" (Or; A Psychoanalysis of Newbie Writer Fears) - Inspired by the dozens of Reddit posts that ask this exact same thing, often with useless responses. So why do people ask this? I offer my theory.
"I Can Think of Ideas But Can't Write Them!" - A consideration of the many reasons you might find it difficult to get started on your precious idea-baby.
"How to elevate your writing style with 6 simple hacks" - Information about how to develop a prettier prose style, catch errors, develop good dialogue, and focus on brevity.
"How to improve your writing style : a 5-steps guide" by @writer-logbook - Especially great information on why reading widely is so helpful for your craft!
"Some Writing Advice" by @whispers-whump - Especially great discussion of why you shouldn't write what you mean.
"Practical Writing Advice Part 2" by @so-many-ocs - Does what it says on the tin. Simple, easy-to-follow advice that can break you out of writer's block.
"25 Prose Tips for Writers" by @thewriteadviceforwriters - I absolutely love the emphasis on sound and harmony here. As someone whose entire book series revolves around the magic of poetry, of course I think this is incredibly important advice!
"Pacing and Show Don't Tell" by @mylordshesacactus - Two for one deal! First, learn more about why pacing is important; then, look at some examples of the classic advice "show, don't tell." The post does a great job on breaking down what show don't tell actually means and what is not a violation of this guideline so that newer writers aren't confused.
Writing tools
"How to Build a Sustainable Writing Habit Through SCIENCE (Fuck Off, NaNoWriMo)" - Why NaNoWriMo doesn't actually motivate young writers and how to do better through a spreadsheet (yes, really, a spreadsheet). It also explains the importance of intrinsic motivation!
"'I've Outlined Too Much and Now I Can't Write!' (Or: the Double Outline Method for Overanxious Plotters)" - Some of us tend to go absolutely ham on our outlines, to the point where they're practically their own books. But then we also tend to not actually do the writing attached to said outline. Does this mean outlining is useless? Of course not. My method lets you have your outline and eat it too. (.... Wait.)
"'How Do I Make Myself Start Writing?' (Tips to Get the Damn Thing Done) - In this post, I provide a step-by-step guide to start writing, including a few tools to help improve motivation and concentration.
"How to Write Faster (And, Hopefully, Better Too)" - Eliminating distractions and forcing your brain to write is key to getting more done. Here, I explain how you might be limiting yourself by too much thinking and not enough doing.
Worldbuilding
"Stop Making Everything So Damn Complicated!" - Why fantasy (and scifi) does not need to be dizzyingly intricate to be enjoyable.
"How to Kick Ass at Worldbuilding" - I offer some suggestions on how to create a grounded and interesting world that will not bore your readers, based on real life examples.
"Grounded vs. Airy Fantasy" by @aethersea - Excellent breakdown of different levels of groundedness in fantasy and why it's important to understand your own approach.
"Fantasy Guide to Building a Culture" by @inky-duchess - Thorough and methodical analysis of what can create a compelling fantasy culture, including those things that many fail to think about when writing.
"Writing tip - Research" by @pygmi-cygni - Fantastic assessment of the importance of research, including for fantasy stories. As Pygmi-Cygni said, a lot of people claim that they don't need to do any research for fantasy novels, which isn't true! Any parallels to IRL need to be realistic, or you will lose credibility.
Plotting
"How to Use Chomolungma for Writing Adventure Stories; Or, the Plot Mountain Method" - If you're sick of saving felines who should really figure their own shit out, it's time to head to Plot Mountain. In this post, I offer you an alternative to the formulaic "Save the Cat" and "Hero's Journey" which also incorporates tension, characterization, and forward momentum.
"Avoiding Melodrama In Your Writing" - The most annoying all things: melodrama. My least favorite thing. Do not do it. I will show you how.
"How to Find a Plot When All You Have is Characters and Setting" by @rheas-chaos-motivation - This is a common problem for many writers, when you have cool characters or an intriguing setting. This short post can help you kickstart your ideas for how to create an intriguing plot that has built-in tension.
Description
"Remembering Perspective When Writing Descriptions" - Key factors to think about when describing other characters or settings from your POV.
"Description, Momentum, and Tension; Or, How Not to Bore a Reader" - Why, when, and where to put description so that people don't skip over it. Hopefully.
"Writing Notes: Seasons" - Each season has both benefits and downsides. In this post, we look at the negatives and positive aspects of each so you can decide how a particular season may strengthen your themes - plus some descriptions to help inspire you.
"Writing Advice: Spicy Mundanity" - Wherein I explain how to stop having boring descriptions by packing in characterization.
"How to Write Smut?" by @unfriendlywriter - Wonderful examples of how to write heartstopping smut.
"How to pull off descriptions" by @fictionstudent - Fictionstudent has a ton of great posts, both about film analysis and about the art of writing. I especially liked this one because it discusses how important perspective is for descriptions and the importance of filling in the details as a character would rather than just throwing it all at the reader at one time.
"How to avoid White Room Syndrome" by @writerthreads - Fantastic and focused advice on how to ensure you're offering readers just enough setting to help them envision the world.
Characterization
"Writing Relatable Characters; Or, Using Human Failures to Your Advantage" - Explaining how you can use character flaws and human needs to create a relatable character. Also explains the basic development of a plot, which is about equilibrium.
"How NOT to Write a Character" - Wherein I give you some examples of annoying characters we want to punt off a cliff so you can watch yourself.
"Writing Strong Female Characters" - Why you should give your female characters a secret goal, as well as how to avoid common 'strong female' stereotypes.
"Writing Compelling Trauma in Fiction: Dos and Don'ts" - How to avoid melodrama and create intriguing emotional wounds for characters.
"Quality Assurance Checks for Character Development" - Thought exercises that can help you differentiate characters, prune down unnecessary characters, develop true chemistry between LI and MC, and avoid having too many POVs.
"Developing Character Agency (Or; Cutting the Plot Strings)" - A discussion of character agency and how to ensure your characters are not bound by the narrative.
"Writing Notes: Thought Distortions" by @literaryvein-reblogs - Some psychological concepts you can use in your writing to add depth to characters.
"Questions about your character’s perspective on love and relationships" by @luna-azzurra - Excellent questions that can help you delve into your character's attachment style, what baggage they may bring to a current relationship, and how to create conflict through mentality.
"How to Write a Confession of Love," also by luna-azzurra - Perfect discussion of how to create tension, the utility of setting, not making it perfect, and including the other character's response.
Revisions
"Common Writing Issues that Reduce Readability" - Examples of fixes for four common issues: double describing, long sentences, overexplaining, and head hopping.
"How to Avoid Purple Prose" - A critical part of the revision process is making sure your writing is clear and balanced. In this post, I show a blatant example of purple prose and provide suggestions on how to make a more elegant passage.
"Differential Diagnosis When Your Writing Is Getting Worse" by @ariaste - Fantastic explanation by a professional writer about why you might feel like your writing is getting worse and what to do about it.
"How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff Part 3" by @physalian - Physalian's whole blog has some excellent advice, so definitely give it a look!
"How to Improve Your Writing" - Also by literaryvein-reblogs, this offers some excellent exercises to help with sentence-level issues, such as modifiers, parallelism, and details.
Publishing
"How to promote your book online : a discussion about social media (and few tips)" by writer-logbook - Great tips about how to get more interest in your book. I especially enjoyed the emphasis on patience and consistency. Writer-logbook has some excellent info overall about the nitty-gritty of writing, so I definitely recommend poring through their blog in general. (That's why they're included here twice!)
"A masterclass in how not to market your books, in one singular tweet" - Wherein I help you derive lessons from an abysmal tweet by an author.
"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 1: Mindset Edition)" - I talk about how being delulu is not the solulu, that yes marketing is important (even if it is horrible), and how a bit of self-confidence can go a long way.
"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 2: Presentation Edition)" - Graphics and covers and blurbs! Learn about them. Do not do what I did.
"Mistakes I Made When Self-Pubbing My First Book (Part 3: Ads and Reviews Edition)" - Why you have to get reviews. You gotta. And you gotta demand them. Shake those reviews out of your readers. You'll thank me later.
Specific Research Advice
"Assassination Methods Through the Decades: A Writer’s Handbook" by @hayatheauthor - A thorough review of different assassination methods, including a section discussing common assassination methods by region!
"How to Write Someone in a Wheelchair" - A group effort! This is a reblog chain discussing body language in manual wheelchairs, the mechanics of power wheelchairs, wheelchair propulsion methods, and a reminder that just because someone is in a wheelchair doesn't mean they can't walk short distances.
"Writing Research Notes: Caves" - Oh caves how I love them. Caves. Let me tell you about them if you want to write about caves. Blessed.
"Writing Research Notes: Horses" - A beginner's guide to horse mindsets, whether horses like working, approaching horses, how to ride, and tips on training.
"Writing Research Notes: Bipolar Disorder" - Written by me, a writer with bipolar disorder! This shares basic facts about bipolar, offers a list of symptoms you can use, and cautions you against spreading misinformation through poor characterization or myths.
"Writing Research Notes: Politics" - I provide a quick overview about governments and international relations, based off my suffering while getting an MA in International Relations.
"Stop Doing This in Injury Fics!" by @pygmi-says-hi - Discusses some common errors when writing whump/angst. The fever part was especially helpful for me!
"Writing US Military Characters" by @lookbluesoup - An explanation of the habits and mentality of US military characters. Many of these were quite helpful for my fantasy military characters, so you can get a lot of mileage out of these for soldiers in other militaries too!
Little Funsies
"What Painting Style Is Your Writing?" - A short exploration of different writing styles to help you better understand your own approach.
I'll be adding onto this as I continue to scroll through my old likes and, of course, as I find more resources.
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Something I really enjoy about the Dressrosa arc is the narrative comparison and contrast presented between Law and Doflamingo.
Oda, especially post-timeskip, devotes a lot of storytelling to looking closely at protagonists and villains alike, asking the audience to join him in exploring questions of “what made them like this?” and “does it matter what drove them, at the end of the day?”
And Dressrosa is one of the places where those questions hit the hardest for me, because one after the other, he shows us two children — both having experienced a fall from (different degrees of) privilege and into incredibly traumatic situations at a young age, both victimized for things they had no means of controlling as children. Law and Doflamingo are both shown as being radicalized by that trauma and loss of control, rejecting the gentler values their parents tried to instill in them because they reached a point of not being able to see a point in compassion, or hope for any justice but revenge.
In the present, Doflamingo hasn’t really known for a very long time who Law truly is, but in a sense, he wasn’t wrong when he saw himself in the way a younger Law reacted to the loss of his former life by wanting to lash out at the world. In that moment, there was something in Law that DID reflect his own wounded inner child’s rage, and in a strange way, he clung to the connection he felt with that worst possible version of Law long after Law had discarded it and moved on.
The question implied there is “what made them different in the end? What redeemed Law, and what (if anything) pushed Doflamingo past the point of redemption?”
While the second question (as is often the case) is up to a lot of interpretation, the answer (as with Big Mom in the following arc) seems to me to lean toward “while his choices were his own and he ultimately has responsibility for them, it’s also true that when he was young and vulnerable and poised to go down a path of destruction for himself and everyone around him, the adults in his life used his brokenness to their own selfish advantage, encouraging him along that path instead of teaching him better; whether or not it absolves him of ANYTHING at this point (and it certainly doesn’t absolve him of EVERYTHING), there is a tragedy in the fact that we will never see who he might have been if he wasn’t encouraged and enabled to embrace his worst impulses.”
That tragedy is a core part of Corazón’s story — Corazón’s big brother who never grew past fear and rage and clinging to the selfish comfort of the memory of how easy their past life of privilege had been, who thought he loved him on some level, and who on another level probably knew he never developed the capacity to truly love anyone but himself. I think it’s probably why Corazón didn’t pull the trigger fast enough, when it came down to it — even after seeing what a monster his brother had become, even after dedicating his whole adult life to stopping him from hurting even more people, part of him still remembered the wounded, frightened child in his big brother, and the times he’d tried in his selfish way to protect him. Something in him still had sympathy for that child, and wanted, if not to believe, then at least to hope (even against all evidence) that enough of him was still in there that HE wouldn’t pull the trigger without hesitation, either.
We know how that story ended. It was far too late for his kindness to save Doffy by then, if it had ever been possible — there might have been something left in him that could feel something akin to regret over killing Corazón after the fact, or at least greedily resent the loss of him, but if there was, it wasn’t able to stop him.
But in the end, Corazón’s kindness — his compassion, his determination to believe that even a deeply wounded, deeply flawed world was worth placing his hope in and fighting for, his unrelenting love — was worth it, because it saved Law. It was enough to save the bitter, broken child Doffy saw so much of himself in.
Corazón took Law away from the adults who would have enabled him the way Doffy was enabled at his age, and put in the hard work of showing him, day after day, that while his pain was worth acknowledging and sympathizing with, he was worth more than just revenge — he was worth love, and healing, and the fight for a world better than the one that had hurt him so badly. He taught him not a naïve hope like the one the adults in Flevance had tried to give him, but a stubborn, bitter hope, one that laughed and spat a bloody declaration of victory right in the face of the enemy even when their backs were to the wall, hope with its teeth bared in defiance of a world that Law already knew to be unjust and pitiless.
That is what made Law’s story end differently than Doflamingo’s, and how we ended up with the version of Law that we and the Strawhats get to know - a man determined to trudge on, in spite of his own pain and disillusionment, as the bearer of lights that would otherwise be lost, those left in his hands by people he saw (still sees) as having been kinder, gentler, more deserving than he was of survival. A man who covered his body with reminders of the love that dragged him kicking and screaming into the light when he’d given his own heart up for lost, who named his crew in honor of that love, who devoted the rest of his life to making sure that love and that sacrifice mattered. A man all too familiar with his own worst impulses, who struggles to see or to trust in his own kindness, but who has chosen to be a defender like Corazón was to him, to be a healer like his birth parents were to those around them, to be not a tyrant like his former mentor, but a leader who loves and respects the people who follow him, and who is genuinely cared for by them in return.
And, despite his own misgivings, despite not being someone who reads to strangers as warm or caring, he is kind. He has chosen, through the love that was shown to him, to be a genuinely good man — faithful and just to his friends and allies and those he’s seen wronged in front of him, unwilling to demand sacrifices of others that he wouldn’t give of himself, determined to fight back against the ugliness and apathy and cruelty of the world, to wrest every bit of hard-fought justice he can from life not only for himself, but for others who have been crushed down by life.
It’s thematically fitting that he specializes in surgery, even completely aside from how suited his power is for it. As a character, his narrative is fundamentally about having chosen to become someone who can offer the world a surgeon’s sort of kindness —not warmth or softness, usually, but the mercy of a sharp, careful blade, a steady hand, and a clear understanding that sometimes, you have to roll up your sleeves and do the ugly, messy work of cutting away what’s too damaged to save before the healing can begin.
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saudade love 🫧
pilot ; you’re my lover <3
pairing : actor!soobin and actress!yn
love triangles :(
synopsis : actress!yn and actor!soobin are forced by their companies to date as a publicity stunt to promote their latest releases. however what’s to happen when yn and soobin spend more and more time together even though yn’s closest friend is keeping secrets.





“last question..” the mc announces before letting a reporter take the lead on the final question.
“soobin and yn, throughout the filming process of saudade love. the two of you were rumored to be seeing each other as more than just friends, can we get some kind of response to that ?” the reporter in front of you asks. you and soobin sitting on a theater-like stage, two high chairs next to each other. while on the other side of the stage was the director of saudade love, and a few supporting cast members.
saudade love was the new film that you had just starred in, alongside soobin, who played the main male lead. the plot was a story about yn meeting chaebol soobin. issues arising within yn’s family, which end up harming her relationship with soobin. never being able to get an end to her family’s ruthless behavior towards her, she only seems to find comfort in soobin. soobin, who comes from a wealthy family, is forced into a marriage, any kind of rebellious actions from soobin during the wedding is covered up. soobin ends up giving in, yn ends up even more hurt as it gets harder and harder to keep their secretive relationship as a healthy relationship. however, the two still only seem to feel happy around each other, the only issue being each other’s families. yet it is enough to keep them apart.
you knew that there were going to be issues with your so-called ‘controversial’ ending, since it wasn’t necessarily a happy ending, not many people were too pleased. but there was another majority of people, or rather yours and soobins fans, that enjoyed the movie due to its rawness. not every single relationship was going to end in the most fairytale way. which was exactly what saudade love’s message was trying to deliver, although it seemed to go over others’ heads.
you laugh a bit into the microphone, knowing exactly what you were supposed to do and how your company wanted you to react. taking the microphone up close to your lips, not exactly letting the two touch. you put on a flushed image, as you turn to look to soobin, who also knew his part of the live script the two of you were supposed to follow. his lips turning upwards, attempting to look rather confident about the situation, and it was working.. after all he was an actor.
“me and soobin…” you pause, taking a second to smile to yourself. looking up instead of looking at the crowd full of photographers, reporters, and journalists, a few fans in the crowd as well. “i thought we had announced a response, but i suppose not. me and soobin have been seeing each other. something about us during filming saudade love.. it just seemed to click.. we’re a few dates into our relationship but i hope that everyone will support us and our decision to be together.”
and with that, the crowd cheers, journalists and reporters typing as quick as they can. photographers snapping their pictures to use on articles that are probably being released within the next second. soobin grinned, bringing his mic up to his mouth. the image of two lovestruck actors up on stage manipulating the minds of the entire media. you looked at soobin with a tiny smile on your face. putting your best heart eyes on display.
“i think the people who have seen saudade love will notice, but the love that the two characters display is not something you can act out..” it’s funny, because he’s completely spewing out nonsense. the two of you are just convincing actors, using all the skills you’ve learned to play out your character. “at one point during filming, i stopped thinking of the script and i just started seeing yn as yn, no character or anything. i think our relationship was inevitable. yn was the sweetest person i could ever meet.” that’s a lie, well you weren’t necessarily mean, but the two of you never even spoke outside of necessary means. “i turned to her when i needed help, and she was always there to listen. not to mention, anytime yn was around, i couldn’t help but feel a certain way..” soobin grinned shyly, trying to convince everyone that he was simply too shy to continue on. which worked as majority of the audience were in complete awe.
the mc picks up his own mic, “let’s give a round of applause to our newly discovered couple !!” he pauses letting the crowd take over with their clapping, “since that was our last question, the cast and crew will give their goodbyes now !”
you stood up along with everyone, giving a bow to thank the crowd for their time and attention. afterwards you link pinkies with soobin, attempting to keep up the image of the new shy couple.
release date: july 13, 24’
4th gen it couple ! ; little minions ! ; soobin’s fave brats !
episode 1 : i was hitting my marks !
episode 2 : thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me, counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny.
episode 3 : that’s my girl, y’know what i mean ?
episode 4 : and so it begins..
episode 5 : i’m gonna marry him !
episode 6 : we’ll make it through, just like we always do.
episode 7 : the thing..
episode 8 : the love of my life
episode 9 : red lipstick 💋
episode 10 : i know i shouldn’t
episode 11 : just a coworker
episode 12 : it meant the world
episode 13 : as slow as you’d like.
episode 14 : i just need a little lovin’
episode 15 : sometimes i laugh whenever im sad
episode 16 : late night mascara
episode 17 : i can do it with a broken heart
episode 18 : there’s so much loving we could be making
episode 19 : MY boyfriend
episode 20 : i know it’s probably much too late
episode 21 : drunken thoughts are sober thoughts
episode 22 : i guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted
episode 23 : netizens are dumb
episode 24 : taehyun’s unprofessional plan
episode 25 : like we’re made of starlight ! ⭐️
episode 26 : hot people are intimidating
episode 27 : loving him was red
episode 28 : ‘cause i ain’t ever been more for real !
epilogue : saudade
an : AHHHH!! so happy to be back, i feel quite refreshed since im back after seeing txt…. three times 😁😁 BUT im so ready to put out posts, remember how i said i was gonna pre-write ? well that didn’t work out because i had like 0 inspiration, i feel like i work better under pressure…
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Hi hi, love your writing.
If it’s okay with you could you do smth for a long lived character like Yae Miko or herta or Ganyu(preferably at least one of these three or your choice really it’s your blog) with a gn partner who’s insecure bc they’re in the mindset of “omg they’re so (respectfully) much older than me they must have lots of experience how could I compare to that?” How would they react to partners fears? What comes out of that? Hope you have a lovely evening/morning/night/ timezone
Aww thank you so much, you're too kind 🩷
We must've been on the same wavelength cause I was thinking of writing something for Yae Miko next! So I'm extra thankful for the scenario (*^▽^*) here you go!
Yae Miko x Insecure Reader
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You never expected her to accept your confession.
All you intended was an opportunity to get your feelings off your chest, a way to inevitably be let down so that you could move forward with no regrets. So when her eternally perfect lips curved into a smile and you two became lovers, you were... a little unnerved, honestly. Grateful, of course, but it left you with many questions lingering in your mind.
For starters, there was the fact that you were of a much shorter lifespan. You had expected someone of her immense wisdom and experience to only go for equally mature partners. Not someone like you. In comparison, you were a mere minuscule blip in time, someone so minor that you'd hardly even be worth acknowledging.
And yet she did anyway. She even went as far as to instruct you to visit her at the shrine every single day—not that you minded, of course. You always adored the elegance she would exude whenever you visited the shrine to pray.
As you tenuously made your way up the steps, a certain pink-haired kitsune caught your eye. She appeared busy speaking to another shrine worker. You looked away. Of course, there's nothing wrong with her talking to other people, it's just... well, you fell in love with her so easily. Why wouldn't others? And if one of them decided to shoot their shot, maybe she would—
"You're overthinking again, aren't you?"
You jumped as you felt a sudden hand touching your shoulder, before realizing who it was. Looking up at her perfect face, your heart melted a little.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. Just zoned out a little." Telling her the full truth, especially in such a public place, would be far too embarrassing.
"Well, if you're that keen on getting lost in your own head, why don't you take a stroll with me? There's a spot nearby with a lovely view." This wasn't a request, as you quickly learned. Without giving you a chance to respond, she tugged you along a path, eventually finding yourselves at a grassy hill. You turned to look at Yae.
"Why did we stop?" In response, she lifted her index fingers to your lips.
"Shhh. Keep talking and you'll miss it."
Just a moment later, you heard a strange sound. Your eyes followed the noise up. Before you could ponder its source, a cascade of flashy, colorful lights bombarded your senses with beautiful images—each one in some way pertaining to your interests. First, your favorite food, then various hobbies-related ones, and so on. They were absolutely mesmerizing, like nothing you'd seen before. Slowly, they began to fade and fizzle out.
"Do you think less of them for how short-lived they are?"
The question perplexed you. If you were honest, you nearly forgot you were even here with company given how enthralled you were.
"What do you mean? Uh, I guess not..." She smirked at you with her signature all-knowing smile.
"Of course you don't. Although they only remain in the sky for a tiny fragment of time, that merely makes them shine brighter. Funny... we live in the land of eternity, but here we are awestruck by the most temporary of things." You nod timidly.
"Humans are much the same way, don't you think? Especially you, darling. Your life will come and go quickly, and yet while you're here, you glow so brightly I can hardly look away."
Her proclamation made your stomach flutter a little. How could she mean that? You could hardly even imagine the amount of people she's met, and the number of people who must've asked her out... it made you queasy.
"I don't... I don't know about that, Yae. I mean, I'm just so simple compared to you. You've lived so long and done so many great things, and I'm just—I don't know. I can't compare to you or other people."
Yae, predictably, frowned at you and adorned her face with a cold glare she often puts on during frustrating situations.
"And since when do you get to decide my opinion of you? Honestly."
But as much as she disapproved, you couldn't shake off what you deemed as the undeniable truth.
"Yae, be honest. Why did you really go out with me? I've seen how many people you've rejected before, so it doesn't seem like just pity, and I know my life hasn't been all that special. So... what is it about me?" The words you'd been holding in rapidly flowed out of you as tension weaved through you. Yae, on the other hand, looked oddly pleased. Happy, even.
"Hm. If I were to alter it to fit our current metaphor... I suppose you're like a firework that has yet to be lit. You may not see it yet, darling, but you're full of potential." She leaned closer to you, bumping your foreheads together gently.
"And trust me, I will stop at nothing to bring that bright light out of you."
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Welcome to my TedTalk of my favorite aftg recurring event: people reacting to Neil’s languages.
First the monsters reacting to Neil’s French
“He wished he could take some satisfaction in the shell-shocked looks the language and his furious tone earned…It was an age before anyone responded. Nicky was too busy gaping at Neil to say anything, and Aaron was staring at Kevin as he waited for a translation. Andrew’s surprise gave way to what a fool might mistake for delight and he leaned forward on the desk. “Wow another one of Neil’s many talents. How many can one man have?””
This scene is funny because unproblematic and ordinary Neil Josten just busts into their dorm room with no explanation and starts speaking in angry French. (And Andrew’s “you’re interesting to me” without actually saying so.)
Andrew and Wymack discovering Neil’s German. (Only Andrew reacts but it’s important to remember Wymack heard the German as well(for later))
“That wiped the irritation off Andrew’s face. It was forever before Andrew answered in German. “That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?”…”how many languages do you speak, runaway?””
We love seeing through Andrews medication to his true feelings(surprise). And then this being followed by a civil conversation of Neil’s true past and Andrew’s reactions. Is this really the love hate(mostly hate)TFC andriel dynamic we loved for half a book.
The upperclassmen+Wymack finding out about Neil’s French (only Wymack's response but, again, important to know the upper classmen hear his French.)
He didn’t realize what he’d done wrong until he felt Wymack’s piercing stare. Andrew’s lot new Neil spoke French…But Wymack, like Andrew, had also heard Neil speak fluent German. Neil ground his teeth and refused to return Wymack’s look.”
Wymack hadn’t reacted to the German because of the situation but he probably also didn’t feel the need to respond to yet another one of his kids having a second language. But apparently bilingual is where he draws the line for languages. Neil “multilingual” Josten had Wymack questioning who he really was and why his second and third languages happened to be those already present in his team.
Upperclassmen, Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin finding out about Neil’s German (thanks to Andrew being Andrew)
““Oh shit,” Nicky said, switching languages in a heartbeat. “Since when do you speak German? Andrew, you knew about this? Why didn’t you tell us?”…Aaron looked at Neil. “When were you going to tell us?”…Down the hall the upperclassmen stared at them in disbelief. Matt was the first to get his tongue back, but the best he came up with was, “I thought you spoke French. That was French this morning right?…”
Aaron being the king of not caring about things concerning Neil.
Last but not least(if I remember correctly) Jean reacting to Neil’s French.
“Jean wasn’t expecting him to understand them and shot Neil a startled look.”
This startling Jean was funny. How can one be anymore scared when sitting next to Riko Moriyama. And Neil letting his attitude get the best of him in not only English but also French. He was on a roll and he wasn’t going to let a language switch stop him.
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hiiiiii. congrats on 300follwrs 🫶🫶🫶 about your event can i request karasu tabito, sweet, kiss on the lips, rivals to lovers if not taken^.^ xo

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group projects are, admittedly, the bane of your existence.
but your professor loved to dish them out every chance they had, much to your dismay, under the pretense of “helping you form bonds with your peers.” though, it was always the same cycle; agree to work on the project on your own, piece together a slideshow or document using your individual work, turn it in, and hope for the best. in the end, your relationships with your peers remain the same, sometimes worse than before. not friends, simply classmates trying to survive the class, together or not.
finding yourself stuck in, yet another, project, it takes everything in you to bite back a loud sigh. mentally, you’re throwing darts at a board with your professor standing in front of it. physically, you’re stuck in the library, late into the hours of the afternoon (when you could be taking a nap), endlessly researching about some topic that you, honestly, could care less about.
but that, itself, isn’t the root of the issue.
writing a project about the effects of dopamine on love should not be complicated. well, at least, not more complicated than just pulling up research articles and getting a few quotes to meet your citation quotas. your issue, more or less, was with your assigned partner. him— karasu.
not that he was a bad person— no, quite the opposite, actually. he was perfect in a way that was so infuriating to you. anything you could do? he could do faster, more efficiently, and produce better results. he could put in half the effort and still come out with something that rivaled, or even topped, your work. that bothered you, and his nonchalance about it all only added to your growing frustrations.
group projects were the bane of your existence, and he was a close second.
even now, as he sits in front of you, doing nothing— he is frustrating. though, you can't explain why.
“if ya stop staring...” his voice slices right through your thoughts. he says it so casually, flipping through his notebook, ignoring the way your glare digs deep into his skin. “dopamine’s what makes people feel good, right?”
“yes,” comes your initial, curt, response. you can’t help the way your eye twitches at his tone, tracking his every move as he actively avoids looking back at you. his eyes are locked onto his notes in front of him, but you know better— he’s not actually reading them. “but it’s also a lot more complicated than that. dopamine affects a lot of things, like our reward systems and motivation. but if we’re talking strictly in the context of love, it’s what makes us feel that rush of excitement when we’re around someone we like.”
he hums at that, pretending to mull over your words. “got any personal experience?”
his question catches you off-guard, and for a second, you find yourself tripping over your words. “what— why do you care? you don’t need to know that.”
“no need to get all defensive.” he responds, once again in that casual tone of his, but mildly amused at the way you react to him. like he’s getting a kick out of making you flustered over his words. "i’m just thinking, to understand how dopamine affects how we see someone, we need to get some real-world data. like, experience it first-hand."
karasu finally looks up from his notes, and he raises a brow at you, anticipating your response.
you see right through him— a lie. this type of research project didn’t require personal understanding, rather, understanding gained from reading other sources. yet, oddly enough, you find yourself entertaining the idea. intrigued. “experience it first-hand? you want me to act as your lab rat or something?”
“well, ya are pretty much the perfect lab rat.” and your mouth opens to retort, but he flashes you a half-smile, that shuts you right up. though, teetering closer to that signature smirk of his. “because ya hate my guts. we can test to see if dopamine can make ya hate me less.”
you blink at him, blankly.
you're gauging for any sign that he’s messing with you, but he doesn’t backpedal on his words. rather, he sits there, chin propped in the palm of his hands as he waits for you to respond. (but it’s hard to, not when your mind is drawn to the way your heart stutters at his insinuation. an unexpected, and unwelcome, reaction from you.) "so, what? you’re suggesting we kiss or something?”
“ya said it, not me.” karasu shrugs, finally straightening his posture out and getting up from his chair. “purely for research purposes, of course.”
there’s another beat of silence as you wait for him to crack— to tell you that he’s simply messing with you. then, the two of you could go back to doing this cursed project, potentially finish it in one go, and never have to meet up ever again. but he doesn’t, and the silence draws into something more uncomfortable the longer it goes on.
“wait, are you... are you being serious right now?” you asked, your eyes widening as you look at him in disbelief.
“science is science,” is all he offers to you.
you could feel your face heat up, the warmth crawling from the base of your neck and up, and you’re sure your cheeks are sporting a bright shade of red. it takes a few seconds for you to gather yourself, not willing to back down, but in the end, all you can muster is, “fine— for science.”
his grin widens at that, and before you could second-guess your choice, he’s planting his hands on the table and leaning in.
yet, despite his rough approach, the kiss is soft— tentative, almost. his lips are barely brushing against yours, and you could still feel his shallow breaths as he refuses to make that last push to connect the two of you. he's simply hovering over you, almost urging you to make that decision, giving you that choice to back out of it if you wanted to.
all you can focus on is the rapid beat of your heart in your ears, the warmth emanating off of his lips that are so close, yet so far from yours. the logical, karasu-hating part of you is yelling at you to pull away, to get it together. but you don’t.
you close the distance between the two of you, locking your lips in a shallow, but sweet, kiss. full of nerves, from the way your lips freeze up against one another, not knowing where to go from there. the confidence he held washes away in that fraction of a second; his elbows buckle underneath him, caught off-guard by the feeling of your lips, pulling the two of you apart.
it’s brief, barely considered a kiss, but your reaction to him is undeniable. the way your heart pumps just a little harder, the tiny, electric sparks coursing through your veins, or the way you found yourself chasing after his lips as he pulled away.
the two of you stay silent, but you find that he's grinning at you— differently, this time. in a way you can't quite explain.
"hate me any less now?"
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Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!
Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!
Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!
He likes to fuck with people!
For FUNSIES~☆!
What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*
Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!
But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...
A good and not at a under threat question!
Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!
Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!
And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?
Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.
Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!
And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.
APPLY.
They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.
But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?
Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*
*sound of doors smashing open*
*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*
But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?
What MAKES this a DP crossover?
I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....
Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!
All of them!
Because he don't PLAY THAT.
He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.
When he declare Never Again?
He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.
So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)
That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!
Nedzu may lose his shit.
Juuuuust a little bit.
But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?
Smashcut to said baby!
Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.
Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!
Babysteps.
Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?
They all want their territories back.
"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?
Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~
And? Wow is it fucked out there.
The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.
Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.
....something happens.
It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.
No, the problem.
The Horror.
The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.
Time seems to slow.
He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.
For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.
Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.
Then he can not think at all.
He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.
....
.......
...........
He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!
For FUN!
He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!
Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.
Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.
......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*
....wasn't me.
I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-
AND? In Lab 4?
Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.
He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.
He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.
He... he was not too late.
These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.
With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.
Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.
Watches him light up.
Adorable~
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The way I see it: Ratchet and Elita are similar in a way that makes them get eachother like no one would. Ratchet and Prowl are similar in a way that makes them want to jump at the other's throat 24/7
what actually fascinates me about this trio is how similar they all are to each other to some extent. of course, the main reason is that every time one of them is introduced as op's right-hand man, their character is, to one degree or another, tailored to his needs and the needs of the plot, but still... i mean, just look at them!! they are so alike and so different at the same time. it's amazing





each of them is optimus' closest associate, a hard realist who truly believes in his leader, ready to follow him to the ends of the earth, but not blinded by the faith in him. they are always here for him, to support unconditionally one moment… and to knock some sense into him on another :D
by the way a little addition to this topic, did you notice how differently (but still similar!) they react to optimus' death?? ratchet wallows in despair until he remembers that he's not alone. prowl is being torn apart by pain, continuing to follow the beliefs of his prime, but slowly losing himself. elita is crushed and broken but she doesn't let herself give up, never ceasing the fight for the cause that optimus thought was right. MAN---



so now about the duos. yes, i agree and this is the way i see them:
elita-1 and ratchet
oh, those two will never let optimus get away with anything. i think that's what makes prowl different from them, even when he disagrees with his prime, he'd rather keep his opinion to himself, believing in op's and the matrix's rightness, knowing that everything happens for a reason. but with ratchet and elita it won't be that easy. they're a sobering effect. a hard fair slap. but they're prime's backbone also. they're here to open his eyes to what's going on, just as they're here to proudly stand by his side. they're optimus' oldest friends, they know him in a way that no one else does, and sometimes they feel that this is the reason for their closeness, the reason they understand each other so well. they share a common history, views and responsibilities. when advice, support, respite, comfortable understanding silence is needed, getting together is all they require. when they want to rest, to let go of the cares and burdens of their lives, this company is their joint salvation. i'll say something that not everyone will agree with, but i don't particularly like the fact that the place of prime's closest friend is now being taken by bumblebee. i like him and i'm also glad that elita is coming back and becoming an important part of optimus' life too, but i'm saddened by the fact that ratchet is being distanced from him :(
prowl and elita-1
prowl deeply respects elita, admires her, he sees her not as a soul mate, but as a worthy loyal companion to whom he would trust his life without questions. these two share the concerns of the leaders, it is because of them the autobots stand and will continue to stand, unable to break under any pressure or obstacle. elita is glad to have someone like prowl on optimus's side, she's not always ready to give her dear prime that kind of support and protection, and it scared her until she realised that she doesn't always have to be strong for him - if she can't, prowl will. they only know the military versions of each other, but they are glad that fate brought them together, albeit under these circumstances. they feel stronger, braver together, thanks to each other, they don't give up and keep fighting. we had a few scenes with them in wfc and tfe and i'll be honest i was ready to explode every time i saw them together :DD
ratchet and prowl
sometimes they are frightened by how similar they can be. it's like looking in a mirror. they are alike in so many details, from a banal grumpy temper to much smaller, more specific things: boundless care and love for their people, tenderness hidden behind layers of callousness, unfair self-hatred for not trying hard enough, for not being able to help everyone. this "unity of souls", of course, does not prevent them from arguing with each other to the gills every chance they get, but that's the beauty of having such a friend, isn't it? :) there is no anger or desire for offence in their quarrels, and nothing will ever undo the fact of what a close-knit and powerful team they can be. prowl knows he can always rely on ratchet, knows that there is no one kinder or more devoted than he is, and ratchet knows that autobots are in good hands, that they are always protected and safe. really love their little duo in marvel comics and also genuinely think ratchet would be very happy to have prowl as part of the tfp team. the main thing they also have in common, i think, is a sincere belief that the two of them are the only reasonable beings in the entire galaxy. or at least within this faction...
#sorry to ramble on your ask so much anon you've just given me a reason to talk about this theme ajjajajaja#it's a little difficult to speculate about all this bc the way how different their characters can be in different continuations is confusin#buuut whatever it's all just spatial reasoning from me hehe#sorry for being so annoying about these characters it will happen again#maccadam#tf#transformers#elita one#tf elita one#prowl#tf prowl#ratchet#tf ratchet#truusknmumbles
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