#is it embarrassing to admit i'm intrigued by the plot

[aq2003]

finished episode 1. idont even know how to feel abt that

[angel-anachronism]

Hi can you do a y/n x jekyll mlm oneshot

The Assistant (Dr Jekyll x male reader)

"Thus...my next experiment will hold his name...as to never seperate Jekyll from Hyde."

CW: Jekyll's POV, both Jekyll and (Y/N) are in their 30s, REALLY ANGSTY, The story happens before the events in Stevenson's novel, reader's name is (Y/N) Hyde for plot reasons (HE'S NOT EDWARD HYDE OR RELATED TO EDWARD HYDE/JEKYLL THOUGH, JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN A CHARACTER SAYS "MR HYDE"), DEATH (UH OH), Kind of rushed (sadly).

It was no lie that I certainly am an ambitious man. Ever since I was a young lad, I did everything possible to make the elders I respected praise me. As much of a blessing as that was, I wanted to have as much fun as my peers... They were able to play tug of war, while I was a labourer to my own studies. Not much changed even once I became a strapping lad, as my peers still had fun but in different ways. Instead of skipping rope, they were now drinking like mutts for the night. Yet I was still studying medicine, never even thinking of a life for myself. I mean, that's what I used to regret, but now I'm a doctor who will change the world once and for all. And what did those foozlers become? Exactly, nobodies.

My thoughts were immediately interrupted as the door to my laboratory opened.

"Master, Mr Hyde arrived." I nodded at Poole as I signalled for him to let the man enter. (Y/N) Hyde was the assistant for my various experiments. He used to be my colleague back in college, and with him, I finally felt...free. Once we finished our studies, he decided to become my assistant and help me create medicines and various experiments for the greater goodness of humanity.

"Why hello there, Jekyll!" He greeted me as he came to the table, inspecting the liquid in the Erlenmeyer flask which I made earlier. "Why, what have you been brewing lately? It smells like ginger!"

"Oh, it's just a simple nausea-reducing elixir. Nothing complex." I chuckled. "I tried finding a more excellent solution for ways people wouldn't become sick!"

"Well, depends on what kind of sick. Either someone with an awful malady or just someone getting tipsy! You have to be more specific, pal!" (Y/N) joked, which made me laugh, but at the same time feel a little regretful. I have never experienced getting tipsy like other gentlemen, as I need to hold up a perfect image of myself... but how I wish that I could feel ecstatic... If only I could turn into someone else at night, like a werewolf...

"Hyde... did you ever think of how'd it be to turn into two... never mind..." I caught myself simply talking without thinking, and I mentally groaned, embarrassed that I let my heart talk out once more.

"Do go on." (Y/N) seemed quite intrigued by what I was saying, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. The way he looked at me could simply make a lady swoon in my place. I had to admit, (Y/N) had quite a "beau regard" as the French would say... I never admired a man, or even a woman more than him. But I know it's only because of what a loyal friend I am. He gained my friendship after all!

"No, it's rather silly to admit..." I sighed. But (Y/N), being the stubborn man he always was, kept insisting

"Come on, Henry, mon ami!" he even put his hands on both of my shoulders as I was sitting on my chair, looking at the rainy night outside of my mansion.

"You're acting exactly like a juvenile, Hyde. insisting so much like a child tugging their mother's skirt to bring them to a sweets shop!" I joked. (Y/N) began chuckling, finding the situation I gave as an example rather giddy. "But if you insist... I just had a somewhat foolish thought as of currently... how would it be to split yourself into two people... I personally find that-"

"You know that great inventions are created from a rather 'silly' idea, as most would put it! Like, was it a silly idea that somebody created anaesthesia for patients to not feel pain? I don't think so, and neither does your idea have to be thrown to a ditch for how 'absurd' it may sound!"

"You should've become a philosopher, Hyde. You really know how to make me think twice!" I smiled at the man, which made him smile back even more.

It has been a few years since we had that conversation. Hyde has been helping me a lot, bringing me various herbs and various other ideas for how I could create another version of myself, a version which could be free from the grasps of society.

But as free as I could be...I'll never actually be free from his lovely platonic gaze...how I wish I could make him look differently towards me.... I wish he would look at me as I look at him... but it's all so very wrong... I can't possibly feel these kind of feelings for another man! What will the fellow higher society think of me!?

"It's done..." (Y/N) said, looking at the mulberry coloured liquid in front of us. It's odor was quite disgusting, as if it was rotten flesh, but it's colour was truly pleasing.

"But we don't have anyone to assess it..." I responded. I was quite proud with what we've created. My smile immediately diminished as (Y/N) put the liquid in a vial.

"I'll be the one to assess it. It's for science after all!" He smiled at me, but I didn't smile back.

"(Y/n)... You can't possibly test it... it might kill you!" I said in a serious tone, but (Y/N) didn't listen... forever, eternally stubborn Hyde

As (Y/N) drank the vial before I could act, he seemed fine...at first. He then fell to his knees, holding his stomach.Oh no NO NO!

"HYDE!" I kneeled next to him. Hopefully it was just a temporary effect from the liquid, but my hope died down as he didn't seem to change appearance in any positive way, or even look healthy.

"Oh...it didn't work...You know...Jekyll...I always wished you were a lady...so that we could be happy... maybe above the sky, we'll finally be...together"

I felt tears coming down my eyes. I CAN'T JUST LOSE HIM, NOT LIKE THIS!

"I'm...so so sorry..." was all I could say before his eyes closed one last time. I hugged his now limp body. It was all my fault...ALL MY FAULT!

Thus...my next experiment will hold his name...as to never seperate Jekyll from Hyde.

If you liked this story, please reblog, I'd appreciate it a lot!

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[cielelyse]

Hii! do you have any one piece ships you like other than zosan? if so, would you want to write about them at some point?

HI ANON WHAT A WONDERFUL QUESTION, I LOVE IT, THANK YOU! I would not be myself if I don’t answer tumblr asks with needless ramblings so I’m sorry to have subjected you to this, though you have brought this upon yourself 

YES! I definitely have other OP ships I like! These are my favourites in order:

1. Luffy x Sanji

I actually love LuSan just as much as I love ZoSan! I have a LuSan draft in my gdocs, which I'm not sure I'll ever finish but it's there! I love them a whole lot. This is also embarrassing to admit, but the only reason why I’m not making progress on writing for them is because Luffy is SO HARD to characterize. Every time he shows up in The Spilhaus Project I’d worry about whether or not he’s in character, whether or not he’s saying the “right” things, whether or not his actions are sound, etc. I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED TO MY BRAIN, I APOLOGIZE ON ITS BEHALF

Funny thing is that every time Luffy shows up in my ZoSan fic, I'm half trying to characterize him well, and half trying not to turn it into a LuSan fic lmao. At some point I'll get that LuSan fic written!

ERGO, I LOVE LUSAN WITH MY WHOLE HEART 

2. Nami x Vivi

They just have such good chemistry! I'm also a sucker for the pirate x princess dynamic. FUCK I LOVE THEM. My queens. I'll for sure have them as a minor ship in The Spilhaus project!

Funnily enough, I was so enamoured by Nami and Vivi's relationship that when Robin showed up, I expected her and Nami to have the same level of chemistry too since they're nakama. But they didn't! And I'm still sad about that! I thought I would love them even more than NamiVivi! Although this scene from Long Ring Long Land lives in my head rent-free:

MOTHERS???? MY SOUL MOANED. I WOULD BE SUCH A DIE-HARD SHIPPER IF THEY INTERACTED LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME

3. Capone Bege x Chiffon

Okay they are just too cute. 100% my favourite canon ship in OP.

4. Robin x Franky

Man I really like them. The contrasting personalities, the "it's not a crime to exist", the humour of Robin berating Franky in Chopper's body... I'm already writing hints of them in The Spilhaus Project but definitely will explore them more

5. Cavendish x Cavendish

Isn't this an iconic one. I will gladly participate in ship wars to defend this pairing.

Some honourable mentions:

Sanji x Usopp

Ngl when I read Skypeia I thought they would become one of the most popular ships in OP. Their dynamic was SO cute and so funny. I wish there'd be more similar interactions between them post-Skypeia (tho Wano and Enies Lobby were nice!) but ALAS

Reiju x Any Girl Honestly, I'm Desperate

Tashigi, Nami, Stussy... I have a huge crush on this woman and I'll take anything

Sanji x Pudding

I'm sorry but they're so FUN. (I didn't realize until after I finished the manga that Pudding is 16.) But while reading WCI I really loved their dynamic, I loved the arranged marriage plot, the secret villain plot, the way Sanji is so kind with her, the way she adores him in turn. Also them both spewing blood everywhere was hilarious

Noland x Kalgara

My doomed yaoi... I very much cried. I love them platonic, romantic, anything in between

There are lots of other ships that I'm intrigued by but haven't explored! I will at some point! Thank you for asking anon, this was such a fun thing to write on a Saturday evening and it made me happy :')

[netherfeildren]

hi sweet vic!

i’ve spent the last few months reading and then re-reading all your fics and the word that stands out in my mind is intoxicating; there’s something about them that incites an almost visceral reaction. the themes you include, the way you describe things such as motherhood, both the deep-seated desire to have a child and the rocky and fractured relationships between some of your reader characters and their mothers, their fathers, too, and the overwhelming want to be looked after by someone stronger when life becomes too much is something that i think is deeply relatable to a lot of women. this, i feel, is one of the many reasons i find myself gravitating towards your work, other women too, i’m sure, for it creates a sort of safe space where we can freely admit: yes, life can be hard and terrible and all too much and sometimes it makes you feel very small. and sometimes all you want is to be allowed to be small, and have someone bigger and wiser who’s there to look after you.

whenever i read fics or write them myself i always procrastinate the endings because i find they bring with them an emptiness that i rush to fill up with something else, do you feel this too? a handful of your works come to mind, such as pink or i urge you: bite me, wherein we never find out exactly what becomes of them or what their futures look like. do you spend a lot of time after you finish writing hung up, imagining what would come after, or are you more content to leave them in your head as they are, suspended in that moment in time?

what can I even say to this that would be sufficient to return such kindness? I literally have no idea which is why I've just sat and stared all all you've written to me over the past several days.

it brings into incredible clarity that our words mean so much, the things we say, the intention or lack thereof behind them have consequences, good or bad. I haven't been able to write for days. I look at the honey, stomach, mine doc and I feel.. not great about it. embarrassed, in a way. so I've read your message like a hundred times by now to counteract that. thank you, like for real and from the bottom of my heart. you're so so kind and your words have meaning and I'm going to think about what you've said and how you've said you feel about the things I write for a long time, and you've sent them to me in a moment when I really, really needed them.

parenthood is something I touch on more than anything, you're right. Joel is a parent in my eyes before he's anything else, that vein of him is the thing I find most intriguing. and to be honest, someone's wife is my most shocking piece to me personally because if a person could be all the things they should and can, that's how my own mom is. Eva's character is something I derived, I think, in total opposition to what I see Joel and my mom like. however, my own personal relationship and history with motherhood and pregnancy, is very different, complicated. the things I write about and the obsessiveness I write about them with have personal origin, no matter how unseriously they're framed lol. and I think, or I hope, that despite the fact that I'm writing from a woman's perspective that it's all universal or human enough that anyone can relate to it.

as for the endings, I wouldn't necessarily say I struggle with getting to them, per se. I usually know how they'll end when I start writing which is probably due to the fact that I think for much longer than I actually write. I plot and take notes for months usually, and when I'm finally ready to sit down and write my mind is made up, and usually once I've made up my mind it doesn't really stray (I'm an aquarius - oops). pink, for instance, was built with that specific ending as my goal. that was the challenge I set for myself and everything that happened in the running there was with that specific ending in mind. so to answer your question, no I don't think about the aftermath at all in terms of what could have been or what could not - I leave that all to you and your fun. I think my issue lies more with my ability to pick up the pen again after I've finished a big thing. pink was the worst, I felt very depleted and like I had nothing left to say after it and despite having a long list of ideas, I felt like there were no words for them. I usually have to wait a while for the well to refill before I can pick something new up and start writing again.

[tenrousei-kuroi]

Well, I’m not surprised it’s Sirius/Regulus. I should’ve seen this coming🤣

I’ve asked about incest shipping because I see different reasons out there. Some people just like it for the forbidden love/taboo aspect, some have bad real life experiences, and it has always intrigued me how common it is to like stories that are “morally wrong” (dark romances are very popular, for example) and not see fiction tied to real life morality but drawing the line at this theme, not only for personal taste but also imputing a moral obligation to depict it as wrong. 

My first incest ship was accidental. It was Yuki/Kaname from a series called Vampire Knight. We only discover they’re siblings at certain point in the story, and even after people were condemning them together I just didn't care and still rooted for the author not to separate them (which was in vain 😅). Eventually I came across Siri/Reggie and from then on there was no going back. I think it particularly struck me because, specially for older works, there was this flowery and tragic aspect to many – if not most – stories shipping them, a fleeting happiness that frequently wouldn’t last long.

Similarly to what you said, I have a pretty normal and stable life and darker themes have always caught my attention. Strangely, I love sad and bittersweet endings, even if I’m attached to the character and actually feel bad for them – tragedy is just so much more intense than any portrait of happiness I’ve ever seen. I had access to pretty much anything I wanted to read or watch growing up. Mostly because I’m a naturally private person and the ‘smart, well-behaved daughter’, my parents never used to question me much, but to this day this aspect of my life is pretty much my dirty little secret (that I don’t even think it’s dirty, but I assume peoplesurrounding me wouldn't think the same).

Anyway, I wish I could personally thank Ann for getting you hooked on Sirius/Regulus and creating so much good content for the fandom (btw, could I get a link to Palimpsest? Sounds like it’s really good).

Oooo I remember Vampire Knight! It used to come serialized in ShojoBeat, a manga magazine I got back in middle school. I admit I didn't finish the series but I did get to the incest reveal. I have some pretty vivid memories of a hilarious "argument" my friend and I had in gym class over it (she's cool, she was just very easily embarrassed, so it was funny to tease her with her ship turning out to be incestuous).

I didn't have much of a reaction to the plot turn that they were siblings because I was too busy picturing Mr. Kaname getting it on with Zero ;)

Angel Sanctuary was another early incest story I came across. If it wasn't clear by my profile pictures literally everywhere online I've a bit of a fancy for Kaori Yuki's work.

A Cruel God Reigns by Moto Hagio is another good manga rec if you're looking for something a bit more...I dunno', classy? Award-worthy? "Serious"? Whatever you want to call it, if you haven't read it, you should check it out. It's scanlation only, though, unless you can read Japanese, because I don't think it was ever officially localized in the English market.

Here's a link to Palimpsest. I'd recommend downloading a copy quick now, because that's a web archive and who knows how long it'll be up. Actually all of the author's previous HP stuff is up on that archive page and it's all good.

(Can you tell I'm typing on my computer instead of my phone this time? Suddenly my punctuation and formatting are semi-competent.)

And speaking of everyone's favorite incestuous Black brothers, I've got to get myself in gear--I'm super behind. I've got like three fests I need to finish up! ...plus a whole lot of WIP's that I swear I am working on. They'll all be finished...one day.

Sirius/Regulus is so much more popular now than it was when I was a teen. Easier to find too. And James/Regulus has blown up in an almost unrecognizable way. I swear I don't even know who the characters are in half the Jegulus fics I read.

I wonder how long the inertia will last? I guess no matter what, I was there writing my pretentious nonsense long before that stuff got popular and I'll still be here long after everyone else gets bored and moves on <3

Ao3 could blow up tomorrow, and I'd probably just set up a Sirius/Regulus mailing list.

[reni-reads]

Reni Reviews

The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey

Finished: 24th April, 2025

Genre: Detective fiction

May be for you if you like: History, English Royals, detective stories, humor

Synopsis

Inspector Alan Grant of Scotland Yard, recuperating from a broken leg, becomes fascinated with a contemporary portrait of Richard III that bears no resemblance to the Wicked Uncle of history. Could such a sensitive, noble face actually belong to one of the world’s most heinous villains—a venomous hunchback who may have killed his brother’s children to make his crown secure? Or could Richard have been the victim, turned into a monster by the usurpers of England’s throne? Grant determines to find out once and for all, with the help of the British Museum and an American scholar, what kind of man Richard Plantagenet really was and who killed the Little Princes in the Tower.

Review

I was super excited for this novel! While I'm not suuuper keen on the English Royals, I am a history fan, so the general topic of this was super intriguing to me! So let's get into my thoughts on it, shall we?

The Story

is just so different and I loved every second of it! It takes a completely new approach to what it means to be a detective, what it means to be a historian, and the importance of staying alert and having an open mind!

The fact that the actual story takes place in a hospital room because the protagonist cannot move made me worry about it being stale at first, but that wasn't the case at all! The novel places huge emphasis on the internal workings behind detectives - it gives us a glimpse into a detective's mind without any external "distractions" and it was so interesting! The entire plot being kicked off because Grant simply gets bored and wants to exercise his mind was both relatable and hilarious to me - and exactly the thing I would expect a detective to do.

Some of the facts about the case might be a bit difficult to keep track off for people who aren't specifically into English history, or that specific era, but it is easy enough to follow and everything gets explained when need be. The resolution to the case was simply fantastic and made the entire book for me!

The Characters

were very likeable! Alan Grant, the detective, is a true connisseur of his craft, with a sharp mind and a great sense of humor! His initial position itself is pretty hilarious - he's broken his leg by falling through a trap door, which he is embarrassed about. He is observant and sarcastic, likes to read, attributes his fellow people fun characteristics - and he has great deduction skills and a great sense of perseverance which shine throughout the novel. He truly is an ideal detective!

The side characters are also very sympathetic - his sidekick for this specific case is a young historian named Brent, who offers an outsider's perspective on the matter (he's American) and whose enthusiasm and emotional investment was very endearing to read!

My absolute favorite characters however are the two nurses attending to Grant, whom he aptly calls The Amazon and The Midget - while admitting that he's exaggerating their features out of spite lol. They give him zero tolerance for his more random antics, but provide genuinely helpful advice to him. When Grant is released from hospital at the end, I actually got a bit sad because I enjoyed their dynamic so much.

The Worldbuilding

isn't anything too crazy, but it felt very believable. Again, the plot takes place in a single hospital room, so the background-workings (the doctor coming in, guests interrupting Grant, the nurses chastising him...) really make the small world come alive! We get glimpses into 1930s England through the other characters, and it all ties together pretty neatly.

The Narration

is extremely fun and lighthearted! There is a lot of banter between the characters, but also fun excursions into Grant's internal sarcasm and wit, which I absolutely enjoyed. The language isn't too complex and the chapters are rather short, so I basically flew through the novel!

Final Thoughts

I greatly enjoyed it! The general structure of a detective story is definitely there, but the historical topic adds a very ingenious dimension to it, which can be enjoyed by history buffs who aren't all that much into detective fiction! It was my first book in the "Alan Grant" book series, but it certainly won't be my last!

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Plot and Storylines: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Characters and Relationships: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Writing Style and Narration: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Setting and Worldbuilding: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Entertainment: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Other Titles in the Series

The Man in the Queue - An Alan Grant Mystery 1

A Shilling for Candles - An Alan Grant Mystery 2

The Franchise Affair - An Alan Grant Mystery 3

To Love and Be Wise - An Alan Grant Mystery 4

The Singing Sands - An Alan Grant Mystery 6

[warabidakihime]

Invisible Strings: Chapter 1

Characters: Uzui Tengen x Reader | Modern AU Synopsis: Sequel of Parallel Lines Content Warnings: profanity, smut, sleep paralysis, eventual violence, blo0d, slight manga spoilers (tho i strayed away from the original plot but yeh), can be a bit psychologically triggering for some so proceed cautiously.

Previous Chapter: Prologue Next Chapter: Chapter 2

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At Hashira Corp., everything felt better than your previous job. The office was modern and spacious, a world away from the cramped cubicles of your old workplace. The workload was lighter too, and they paid you well—much better than before. It felt like finally, your hard work was paying off, and you were being appreciated.

But it wasn't just about the money. You had big dreams of climbing the corporate ladder and becoming a leader, someone who could guide a team. Hashira Corp. seemed like the place where you could make those dreams come true. They offered opportunities for growth and development—things that mattered to you beyond just a paycheck.

And then there was your boss, Tengen. He was different from your old supervisor. He treated you with kindness and respect, never pushing you too hard or invading your personal space. This was a stark contrast to your previous boss, who constantly doubted your abilities because of your gender. It's like he knows and tells you that you deserve a promotion, but he fears that you might not perform well solely because you're a woman.

"You're good," he had said, "but I'm just not sure if the company is ready for a woman in an executive role. You know, sometimes women can be...a little too much."

Recalling that moment sent a surge of anger through your veins. How dare he underestimate your abilities based on outdated stereotypes? 

Asshole.

I should’ve smacked him when I had the chance.

Who cares if I get arrested?

If anything, he should be more concerned about his receding hairline than about a woman breaking the glass ceiling and attaining an executive position.

You roll your eyes instinctively, unaware of Tengen, who is currently casually strolling towards your table. The sound of his voice startled you, causing you to jump slightly in your seat.

"Did you get off the wrong side of the bed, Y/N?" he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh my gosh!" you exclaim, caught off guard. Tengen chuckles at your shocked expression, clearly amused by his own little prank.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there," you quickly apologize, instinctively bowing to Tengen. In your haste, your hair becomes tangled, almost hitting your head on something in the process.

Concern lines Tengen's face. "Is everything okay?" he inquires, genuine worry in his voice.

"Yes, I'm okay," you nervously reply, hastily straightening yourself. "An unpleasant memory just crossed my mind, and it instantly gave me the ick."

"The 'ick'?" Tengen raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

You try to explain, "You know, when you encounter something unpleasant, it triggers an immediate negative response, similar to recalling an embarrassing experience from the past."

Tengen's laughter fills the air. "Well, that memory must have been quite an unpleasant one for you to react that way. You looked ready to punch someone."

"Oh, sir, I really was," you admit with a hint of defiance, though your hands shoot up defensively as if to assure him it wasn't him.

She's still as feisty as ever.

Tengen's amused expression softens. "No worries; I was just teasing you," he reassures, a warm smile spreading across his face.

Curiosity lingers on your mind as you inquire, "What brings you all the way here, sir? Is there something wrong with the layout I shared earlier?"

Tengen shakes his head, dismissing any concerns. "No, I just wanted to ask if you could join our team for dinner tonight. Consider it a welcome party in your honor. We could have organized it earlier, but Zenitsu was still on vacation during your first week."

A bashful smile plays on your lips. "How could I say no to that, sir? I'd love to."

"Awesome! We'll finish up early today, so you can still go home on time. Everything's pretty much set, so just take it easy for the rest of the day." 

"Thank you, sir. You really didn't have to do this," you express sincerely, touched by his thoughtful gesture.

"The pleasure is all mine, Y/N," Tengen responds warmly. With a dismissive wave of his hand and a hum, he seems ready to leave.

However, you notice he hesitates, as if wanting to say something else but struggling to find the right words. Finally, he resorts to giving your hair a gentle noogie with a playful expression on his face.

Blushing, you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach at this endearing gesture. It's the kind of interaction that makes you realize there's more to Tengen than just being your boss.

"I won't take up any more of your time. I'll be at my post if you need anything, or you can send me a message through chat," Tengen offers, turning to walk away.

"Noted, sir." You respond with a nod, appreciating his accessibility.

Just as Tengen is about to leave, he turns around, unable to resist one last comment. "By the way, I loved the layout you designed. It's flashy and screams originality. Keep up the stellar job, Y/N."

Your face lights up with a broad smile, his praise validating your hard work. Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, you resume working on the other layouts, ensuring they are modified and ready for presentation.

The residual feeling of "ick" that had lingered earlier has now completely dissipated. All you can think about is the upcoming team dinner and Tengen's infectious smile.

His hearty chuckle echoes in your mind like a blissful melody, evoking a grin that rivals that of a hopelessly romantic preteen. You find yourself instinctively cupping your cheeks, feeling the warmth radiate from them.

Suddenly, being a corporate slave doesn’t seem so horrible.

Not if your boss is as gorgeous as Uzui Tengen.

*

Zenitsu, the spirited assistant to Tengen, couldn't hold back as he interjected with a glare, facing his boss head-on. "I'll say it again! Anyone with half a brain can see that a measly week of vacation isn't enough, especially when you're stuck working for a tyrant like you!" His frustration hung in the air, but Tengen simply brushed it off with a lazy wave of his hand.

"You chatter too much; if you're so fed up with me, why not just quit?" Tengen replied nonchalantly, his relaxed demeanor a stark contrast to Zenitsu's intensity.

"I can't!" Zenitsu exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice. "My rent's due in three days, and I'm strapped for cash."

"Tough luck," Tengen quipped, the dismissive remark slipping effortlessly from his lips.

And so, the team dinner commenced at a prestigious sushi joint nestled in downtown Tokyo. Tengen had reserved an entire room for his crew.

As the evening unfolded, Tengen took the opportunity to introduce you to Zenitsu, his faithful right-hand man. You hadn't crossed paths earlier due to Zenitsu's vacation.

"Don't let that charming face fool you; run while you still can," were Zenitsu's first words to you, a mix of sincerity and mischief in his voice.

A playful smack on the head followed, and before you knew it, laughter burst forth, revealing an instant connection between you and Zenitsu.

But it wasn't just Zenitsu who welcomed you; the rest of the team, Mitsuri, Yushiro, Senjuro, and Nezuko, enveloped you in warmth, making you feel like part of their tight-knit group from the get-go.

Yet Mitsuri's absence was felt keenly this evening, having made prior plans with Obanai. Still, the energy and enthusiasm of the remaining team members more than compensated for her absence.

It became evident that, while the sales and marketing department may be smaller, they possess a unique dynamism and spirit. Tengen's preference for quality over quantity shone through, as reflected in the rarity of job openings within his department. Operations and accounting boasted the largest numbers, followed by HR and then IT & Solutions.

From the moment you stepped foot in the company, forging connections with colleagues across various departments felt natural, almost fated. It seemed as though luck had smiled upon you, granting you a golden opportunity.

The office ambiance was warm and welcoming, evoking a sense of belonging among your new coworkers. And the generous compensation offered when you applied for the job was the cherry on top.

"I swear I'm not paid enough for this," Zenitsu declared, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "If I'd known my boss was such a pain, I'd have bolted from this place ages ago."

Tengen's irritation was palpable. "You say that while munching on the sushi I paid for?"

"Treating your people right should be a given," Zenitsu retorted, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Do you really think you deserve thanks for this?"

As the banter ensued, everyone except Zenitsu noticed Tengen's frustration mounting.

"Your mother should've swallowed you," Tengen quipped, unable to contain himself.

"Hey, that's rude! And right in front of my food?" Zenitsu protested, feigning offense.

Without skipping a beat, Tengen seized the chance for some playful revenge, slipping a pinch of wasabi into Zenitsu's mouth and eliciting a blood-curdling scream.

The sheer absurdity of the moment filled you with such amusement that tears welled up in your eyes as uncontrollable laughter ensued.

Amidst the laughter, Tengen turned to you with an approving nod. "You did a splendid job entertaining our newest member. Well done."

Zenitsu, still catching his breath, responded with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "You jerk! Just wait until I spill this to Kagaya-san!"

Tengen's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Oh? Should I also mention that it was you who accidentally triggered the fire alarm and sent the entire building into a panic?" He glanced at his secretary, relishing the impending retaliation.

Zenitsu froze, his eyes widening. "Hey!"

"What's the matter, dunce? Did I stutter?"

Seeking to ease the tension, Zenitsu extended an olive branch, picking up a tempting piece of tempura and offering it to Tengen. "Say ahh."

"I don't like tempura," Tengen snorted, feigning indifference.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Zenitsu exclaimed, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "I freaking hate you! Give me a raise!"

Laughter erupted once more, filling the room with joy and camaraderie as the two colleagues embarked on yet another foolish banter.

Nezuko approached, offering you a piece of sushi, and spoke with a friendly smile, "Enjoying yourself? Let me apologize on behalf of Zenitsu. He can be a handful sometimes, but he's a great guy, I promise."

You laughed appreciatively, accepting the sushi from Nezuko. "He's hilarious. I haven't laughed this much in ages."

Nezuko chuckled. "Well, I'm glad you're fitting in well with us. Welcome. It's nice to have another girl on the team."

"Thanks," you replied warmly, feeling a sense of belonging in the company's welcoming atmosphere.

Curiosity sparked in Yushiro's eyes as he asked, "So, what made you apply here?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "Well, for starters, the office is closer to where I live."

Yushiro's face lit up with recognition. "Wait, do you live at [condo tower]?"

Surprised, you nodded. "Yes, why? Do you live there too?"

Yushiro smiled. "Yeah, I do. So you're the one I saw a while ago. I was on my way to work when I spotted you rushing out of your apartment."

Your cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment. "Oh, it was my first day. I overslept, so I had to dash to work."

Amused, Nezuko chimed in, "Late on your first day? I can only imagine how Obanai-san reacted. He can't stand tardiness."

A sheepish chuckle escaped your lips as you recalled Obanai scolding you about being late in the lobby. It was a moment you'd rather forget.

"It's not like me to oversleep," you added, trying to recover from the embarrassment.

Curiosity piqued. Zenitsu interjected, "So, why were you late?" Tengen listened intently, observing his team members getting to know the newcomer.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but I had a really bad dream. I think it was sleep paralysis; my mind was awake, but I couldn't move."

Tengen's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of dream was it?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted, furrowing your brow in concentration. "But I remember fragments. Like there was a part where I was on a mountain, watching someone walk away."

Unbeknownst to you, Tengen froze in his seat, intrigued by your words.

Nezuko leaned forward, engrossed in your story. "Do you recognize the person?"

"No, I don't," you replied, a slight frown forming. "But I feel like I should. You know how dreams can feel familiar but hazy? It's still bothering me."

Nezuko's eyes sparkled with excitement. "What if it's someone trying to communicate with you? Like a soulmate from a past life?"

Tengen's gaze lingered on you, his interest growing by the second.

You chuckled, brushing off the idea. "If that's the case, he must have a flashy way of introducing himself."

Yushiro interjected skeptically, "Do you believe in that stuff?" He glanced at Nezuko, who seemed entranced by the romantic notion.

"Oh, come on!" Nezuko teased. "But what if it's true? The other day, Aoi-chan and I got tarot readings, and the reader said I was a savior in a past life."

Yushiro couldn't help but laugh at Nezuko's whimsical musings. "Sure, sure."

You joined in, finding the conversation amusing. "It's fun to think about, at least."

"Enough already," Nezuko joked, laughter in her voice.

Senjuro, intrigued, asked, "How did it turn into a nightmare?"

"A terrifying creature appeared out of nowhere and ate me while I watched the man walk away," you recounted, the memory vivid in your mind.

Tengen remained silent, his interest evident.

"I'm not sure," you shrugged. "Dreams don't always make sense, right? Maybe it's just my alarm clock trying to wake me up," you laughed, trying to shake off the eerie feeling.

"Or maybe it's Obanai-san sending you telepathic signals to wake up," Yushiro suggested, joining in the banter.

You chuckled along, enjoying the camaraderie. "Maybe you're right, Yushiro-kun."

The night continued with lively conversation and laughter. It was a blessing to have coworkers with whom you clicked so effortlessly. While you had friends from your previous job, there was something special about how well you fit in with your new team.

Hours passed quickly, and eventually, it was time to call it a night. Zenitsu offered to drive Senjuro and Nezuko home, while Yushiro kindly offered you a ride since you lived in the same building.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Uzui-san. I had a great time," you expressed gratefully, bowing to Tengen.

"It was my pleasure, Y/N," Tengen replied, mirroring your smile. There was an unspoken understanding between you, as if there were words lingering on the tips of your tongues, waiting to be spoken but remaining unvoiced.

"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow," Tengen remarked.

With a playful tone, you assured him, "Yeah, don't worry, I'll make sure to get up on time."

A warm smile graced Tengen's face. "That would be fantastic, Y/N. Well then, have a safe journey home."

You reciprocated the sentiment, saying, "You too, Uzui-san."

Tengen's voice softened as he replied, "Please, call me Tengen. It's fine with me."

A shy smile played on your lips as you replied, "Okay, Tengen. Drive safely."

The simple exchange of words felt oddly comforting, and the way your voice pronounced his name felt natural and genuine.

*

Your eyes flew open, your heart pounding, as you emerged from the depths of yet another horrifying nightmare. The moon's soft light seeped through your window, casting eerie shadows across the room. Gasping for air, you found your hands clasped tightly around your throat, a desperate grasp for reassurance. Your throat felt dry—the aftermath of screaming in terror during your sleep.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the remnants of fear etched on your face. The same dreadful dream had plagued your slumber once more, leaving you in a state of paralyzing dread. It was as if merely mentioning the dream earlier that night had summoned it with greater intensity.

Yet, amid the chaos of your fear, a distinct voice broke through the darkness, cutting through the walls of your distress.

"Tengen..."

The name slipped from your lips as you recalled his presence in your dream, his expression twisted in horror as he ran towards you.

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the fact is • jeon jeongguk

plot – you're a waitress that gets stuck serving jeon jeongguk, who can't make his mind up on what to eat.

words – 6.4K

"Indecisive snot, aren't you?"

The words are out before you could stop them. Your natural instinct is to take it back and apologize, but this idiot has pushed you over the edge. He has changed his order six times and that was after adding sides and removing this or that. The customer - the arrogant brat of a chaebol, you thought to yourself - looking at his menu snapped his gaze to you, eyes widening in surprise, disbelief and was that intrigue? Nope. Probably just a trick of the light.

"Excuse me?" He says, eyebrows still raised to high heaven.

You weigh your options silently for a few moments. You could try and kiss his ass and loose your job. Or you could finish what you started and loose your job. Because there was no question, you were loosing your job. Speaking to a customer like that, in a restaurant as high end as this? The ultimate no-no.

The choice was a no brainer.

You give him a flat look, "Are you deaf?"

A surprised scoff leaves him and for a moment he stares at you, and then a smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. "Do you not know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are, Jeon Jeongguk, I don't live under a rock." You roll your eyes at him.

"Huh." He frowns at you.

You frown back, "What?"

"I've never met someone so . . . outspoken before. Normally people are all compliments and well wishes." Jeongguk doesn't say how delightfully refreshing it is. Like a spring breeze, spreading through his veins and breathing colour into his monotonous life. This is the most excitement he's had since he went parachuting eight months ago. That is a sad thought, but unfortunately a true one.

"Yeah, well," You shrug, tapping your pen against your notebook. "Kissing ass and lying are two things that didn't make it onto my list of qualities."

"Speaking your mind, obviously did." He notes, still smirking.

"Excellent observational skills there, Sherlock." You deadpan.

Jeongguk laughs and you don't like the way it makes warmth simmer in your belly. He looks up at you with dark eyes and you privately think for all that the media gets wrong, they have one thing right. Jeon Jeongguk is ridiculously attractive. "What's your name?"

"Are you blind or illiterate?" You raise a brow down at him. He looks caught off guard for a moment.

"Um...neither?" It comes out unsure, hesitant.

"Then what exactly is stopping you from reading my name badge?" You ask, tapping the badge on your chest with your pen. You were already losing your job, so you might as well make the best of it.

He looks embarrassed for a second, eyes dropping to the table, cheeks dusting the faintest shade of pink.

You raise a brow, "So, are you going to order or are you going to complain to my manager and get me fired?"

"Fired for what?" He asks.

You want to snap at him, but the genuine confusion in his eyes made you hold your tongue. For once. In a 'duh' tone, you tell him. "Speaking my mind."

"Ah. Right." Realisation lights up in his eyes. "I could have you fired for speaking to me like that." He says, like the thought never occurred to him.

"I'll go get my manager then." You say and turn on your heel, not at all surprised.

Jeongguk's mind goes into an epic panic as you turn your back on him and he blurts a quick, "Wait."

"What?" You ask, turning back to him with an uninterested look.

"I said that I could. Not that I would." He tells you and it makes your speechless for about five seconds.

Then you squint at him with a slight glare, "What do you want?"

"Excuse me?"

"You obviously want something in exchange for keeping quiet. What is it?" You speak matter-of-factly. After a moment you add, "Just know, if it's something sexual or in that direction, I'd rather loose my job."

Jeongguk gapes at you, looking stunned. "I don't know whether to be insulted by the insinuation that I need to blackmail someone into sleeping with me or that you'd rather loose your job than sleeping with me."

"So sorry for offending your delicate sensibilities." You drawled sarcastically. "You still haven't told me what you want."

"Well, I like coming here often and when I do and you're my server, I'd like you to always speak your mind around me." He said, with the smallest of shrugs, looking down at the silverware on the table instead of at you.

Confusion sweeps through you, his request catching you off guard. "Really? That's it?"

"Yes." He nods stiffly.

"I don't understand." You admit.

"You don't have to. You asked me what I want, this is it." He looks at you again, eyes still dark and piercing and you can't understand what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, yeah, I can do that." You nods eventually, noticing how his shoulders untense just a bit. You look at him, curious and full of questions, but cautious enough to not actually ask. "Are you gonna order now?"

"Why don't you surprise me? I can't decide what I want to eat." He says, handing you the menu.

"I'm shocked." You deadpan with a faux smile, before looking at him seriously. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"No." He shakes his head, lacing his fingers together and resting his hands on the table.

Your mind races for a few moments before settling on a dish. You nod at Jeongguk. "Okay, I'll be back with your food in a while then."

***

Three weeks later, you haven't served Jeongguk again. It's not that he hasn't been in, oh no, he has. You've seen him, caught him staring and then looking away quickly. He just hasn't sat at one of your tables again. Each week, the tables get rotated and there is four rotations, so you'll only be on Jeongguk's usual table next week.

You walked into the kitchen, just coming off your lunch break when Lee stops you and says, "Table 12 for you."

You look at Jae, who was on table 12 this week and got a hostile glare. You ignore her and look at Lee with confusion, "But I'm not on table 12 today."

"You were requested and customers here get what they want." Lee shrugs, giving you a 'it is what it is' look.

"By who?" You ask, having some idea of the answer. There is only one customer you know that would request you. You are always polite to the other customers but with an air of detachment, that keeps them from prying and you from getting into trouble. Until three weeks ago, that is.

"Jeon Jeongguk." Lee says, confirming your suspicions.

"Motherfucker." You swear.

Jae looks down her nose from you, "Don't he used to it. It won't last. He'll get bored of you soon enough."

"I hope so." You huff, as Jae walks away with a less than pleased expression.

"What?" Lee asks, her shock obvious.

"You heard me."

Lee tilts her head at you in disbelief and curiousity, "So, you're not trying to get into his pants?"

"Uh, no." You frown at her. Sure, he's hot but you know your place. You also need money than you need to get laid. "Why?"

"Most girls try when they work here, but everytime they try something, Mr. Jeon complains and they get fired." Lee explains.

Something suddenly made sense to you, "Is that what Jae's trying to do?"

"No one will say it to her face, but yeah, it is." Lee nods, shrugging a little. "She's jealous that he requested you, when you've worked here just over a month, served him once, and she's worked here for almost two years and he hasn't blinked in her direction."

"Huh," You frown, lost in your thoughts. "I wonder why he didn't get me fired then."

"Why? What did you say to him?" Lee eyes you curiously.

"Called him an indecisive snot." You smirk gleefully, happy that you got away with talking to him like you want and not getting fired because of it.

"Right." Lee says in a tone that made it clear she doesn't believe you.

"I did." You insist.

Lee waves you off, and you exit the kitchen, walking into the dining room, heading over to Jeongguk's regular table.

You look at him as he comes into your line of direct sight. His one leg was shaking, eyes shifting around the room, fingers tapping the table restlessly. When he spots you walking over to him, he stills completely. A smile - a cute one, you admit to yourself and no one else - spreads on his lips as he breathes your name, "Y/N."

You give him a look, "Did you miss me or something?"

"What? No." Jeongguk scoffs quickly. "I was bored. And you cure my boredom."

You raise your eyebrows at him, head going forward a little, "I cure your boredom?" You repeat, slowly. Maybe he's kidding.

But Jeongguk just nods at you as if it makes all the sense in the world, "Yeah. It's like live entertainment while I eat."

You scowl at him, "I'm not a circus clown."

"That's not what I meant!" He exclaims, voice a little too loud, causing heads to swivel in your direction. He takes a breath and speaks again, softer this time. "I just meant that it's nice. Or it was nice, the one time I actually got to talk to you."

"So, you did miss me." You tease good naturedly. Jeongguk doesn't answer, just stares resolutely down at the table. You sigh, feeling fond instead of annoyed. You hide a smile as you ask, "What will it be today?"

Jeongguk looks at you again, hesitantly at first, then fully when he sees your expectant gaze, "Surprise me."

Now you were surprised, "Again?"

"I liked what you ordered last time." He does that small shrug again. Actually, it's less of a shrug, and more a slight lift of the shoulders. You notice that he has broad shoulders, and the suit he's wearing only makes them look better. You push those thoughts away, focusing on the conversation.

"And if you don't like it this time?" You challenge.

"I did say surprise me, and surprises can be positive or negative." Jeongguk decides not to tell her that this is his favorite restaurant and he knows the menu by heart. He knows and likes every dish, so there was no way he wouldn't like something she serves him. And he's curious as to what she'll decide this time.

You snort, laughing lightly, "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were."

Jeongguk looks mildly offended, "I'll have you know, I'm a catch."

"I'm sure." You nod, hiding a grin.

"I am." He insists and you had to admit, he is attractive.

"Yes, right up until the moment you open your mouth." You say honestly, writing down one of the dishes on the menu.

"Rude." He pouts a little and you suppress the urge to giggle, of all things.

"Maybe," You concede. "But it's the truth." You picked up his menu, turning on your heel to go to the kitchen.

"So, how do I . . . improve?" Jeongguk asks when you come back with his food, continuing with the conversation where you left off.

"Do I look like a life coach to you?" You set down the food. "Enjoy."

"Thanks." Jeongguk grins at her. "And, no, but if I went to one they'd tell me what they think I want to hear, not what I need to hear."

You stare at him for a few seconds and he looks back unflinchingly. "Well," You press your lips together. "I guess you should start with why you want to change."

That makes Jeongguk falter. He can't very well say, 'so I can impress you, since my money doesn't seem too' and he thinks for a bit. "I have come to realise that maybe I treat people unfairly based on how much money they have. I would like to change that."

Your eyebrows goes up, "That's surprisingly deep, coming from you."

"I'm not swallow." He defends himself.

You nod complacently, "Right, well, the answer is easy but actually doing it, will all depend on you."

"What do I do?"

"Just, think before you say something. Ask yourself, can my words hurt this person?"

"And if they deserve it?" Jeongguk wonders.

"The right answer would be to still be considerate, because two wrongs don't make a right, but I hate being a hypocrite, so go for it, if they deserve it. I mean, it's not like I held back when you annoyed me." You gave a shrug. "I should go. We're not allowed to loiter at the tables."

Jeongguk wants to ask her to sit with him and keep him company some more, but he knows he would be setting himself up for rejection. Instead, he just looks at her with a half smile. "Just when I think I have you all figured out, you do or say something that proves me wrong."

"My mom always used to say, you can spend a lifetime with someone and still learn something new about them every day. People evolve everyday and you'll never be who you are right now, tomorrow again."

"She sounds like a wise woman." Jeongguk remarks.

You smile, nostalgia making your heart warm, "Yeah, she was."

"I'm sorry." Jeongguk says, catching onto the past tense. A lump forms in your throat out of nowhere.

"Thank you." You swallowed thickly, clearing your throat. You gave him a shaky smile, hoping he wouldn't notice. "See, you're doing better already."

Jeongguk did notice but decided not to call her out on it. He just smiled up at her softly, watching after her figure when she walks away.

***

"You know, if I didn't know that you come here everyday, I'd say you that you are stalking me." You teased Jeongguk when you go to take his order for the fifth time in a row. You've had a day off, inbetween, but when you showed up for your next shift, Jeongguk was there and everytime he's requested you. By now, whoever was on rotation for his table, just lets you know whenever he shows up.

"And how do you know that?" Jeongguk raises a curious eyebrow at you.

"I complained to Lee about you and she told me." You explain to him, mentally running over the menu in your head. Jeongguk told you on the third day to just order for him everytime. So, when you walk to his table under the guise of taking his order, the two of you just talk.

"Lee?" He inquires.

"She's my friend and another server here."

"Ah." Jeongguk nods in realisation. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"You can ask, but that doesn't guarantee I'll answer." You say, giving him a cheeky smile.

She has a beautiful smile, Jeongguk thinks to himself. He shakes himself out of his thoughts and looks her in the eyes, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

You frown down at him, finding the question odd. He's never asked anything too personal. Just normal things, what you're studying, what you do when you're not working. Sometimes you'll tell him a story of something dumb you did as a kid, but he'll never outright ask. "No."

A thought suddenly occurs to Jeongguk and he doesn't really want to ask because that'll destroy every hope he has but he needs to know. He quirks a brow at her, "Girlfriend?"

You snort at the question, "No, I'm straight. My cousin swings both ways though. Nearly gave his mom a stroke when he came out at our annual Christmas family dinner two years ago."

"Oh." Jeongguk wants to sag in relief, wants to let out a thankful cheer, but settles for just a small smile and letting out a breath of relief.

"Why are you asking?"

He does that little shrug that isn't really a shrug thing. "I was just wondering. You never really talk about one, or even someone you're interested in."

"Okay, if there was someone, why would I tell you?" You are teasing, but he doesn't know as you look at him blankly.

"I was just curious." Jeongguk huffs defensively.

"Yeah, yeah, settle down." You snicker. After a moment you say, "I guess I don't talk about it because there hasn't been anyone to talk about."

"Really?" Jeongguk beams up at you hopefully, eyes glittering.

"Really." You roll your eyes, but there was a slight warmth in your cheeks that wasn't there before.

***

Seven months and many short conversations later – in which you learnt many things about Jeongguk and vica versa – you walk up to his table with a smile, genuinely excited to see your sort of friend. The smile fades from your face when you lay eyes on him – his whole body was tense, you could tell even from a distance, he was glaring out the window, clenched fists laying on the table. Something wasn't right. You quicken your pace, concern swirling in your belly. You stop at his table, feeling your heartbeat quicken. "What's wrong?"

"None of your fucking business." He snaps at you, words so venomous it makes you take a step back in shock, but mostly hurt.

Jeongguk regrets the words the moment they're out because he didn't mean them. He doesn't want to fight or argue. He came to see her to feel better. Now he snapped at her. He waits, for whatever tongue lashing she is about to give him. He'd deserve it and he'll take it. But she says nothing. Somehow her silence was much worse than any insult she can hurl at him. Her face closes off, he watches it happen as her fingers tighten around the pen and notepad she uses to take orders, and panic sparks beneath his skin, overriding all the anger he feels.

No. His mind rebels against the thought immediately.

"What can I get for you today, Sir?" Her voice is perfectly polite as she asks the question, like it was the first time he met her. Until he made her snap after changing his order for a sixth time.

No, no, no, no, no! Not this. Anything but this. His heartbeat quickens.

Jeongguk was quickly turning frantic, "Y/N, please, I-"

"We have a lovely special today." She goes on as if he didn't speak, eyes void of the usual fire when she'd argue with him or the gentle warmth when she sometimes smiled at him and called him an idiot. It was the only times he ever liked being called an idiot.

He listens to her droning on about he specials, explaining them. Jeongguk's heart drops all the way down to his feet. It feels like someone pulled a rug from beneath his feet, and he is thrown off balance from the how utterly wrong it feels, how much it bothers him, hurts him, that she is talking to him like he is just another random customer. Like she hasn't told him how she got stuck in a tree, climbing after the neighbors cat. Playing with their cat because her parents never allowed pets.

A cold feeling of dread washes over him because Jeongguk has no idea to fix whatever he just fucked up.

***

You very almost cry when Jeongguk snaps at you, feeling irrationally hurt by his words. You shove it all down as you pull up your walls and shut him out to protect yourself. You serve him as quickly as possible, walking away without a friendly word.

"Trouble in paradise?" Jae smirks at you when you come back from serving Jeongguk.

You glare at her, not in the mood for dealing with her jealousy today. "No, just looking at your face is enough to put anyone in a bad mood."

Jae's eyes widened, fury spreading on her face. "You bitch!" She yells, raising a hand to slap you.

You smirk, catching her wrist easily. "Careful, just now you break a nail."

You let her go, walking away. You wait until you're in the bathroom, safely away from prying eyes in a locked stall, before letting you face crumple, only letting one tear escape before getting yourself under control.

You finish your shift, completely exhausted by the end of it – emotionally and physically. The last thing you have the energy for, is Jeongguk, so of course he's waiting for you at the personnel entrance and exit when you step outside. Intent on ignoring him, you pretend that you don't see him and you start walking in the direction of the train station.

Jeongguk follows you, apparently not easily deterred. "Will you just talk to me please?"

"What would you like me to say, Sir?" You ask in your most professional voice, looking ahead and not glancing at him.

"I'd like you to talk to me and stop treating me like I'm a customer." He says, sounding frustrated and desperate.

"You are a customer, Sir." You answer, still not looking at him.

"For fuck sakes, will you stop with the 'sir' already and talk to me like you used to?" Jeongguk all but explodes, stepping infront of you, and looking down at you for a change. It's startling, for a moment. You always look down at him when he sits at the table and it never occured to you that he's taller than you. He sets his hands on your shoulders (they're big and warm and you feel surprisingly safe, even when he squeezes slightly), frantic and desperate eyes looking into yours. "You don't even have to talk, you can yell or scream or shout for all I care, just please stop."

"You want me to talk? Fine." You glare up at him, shrugging out of his hold and taking a step back. He's way to close for comfort. "Look, I get I'm not exactly from the same side of town as you are, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of empathy. I'd bet that I have more empathy than most people you know. So, when someone I see as a kind of friend, snaps at me when I ask them what's wrong out of concern, when they could have said they don't want to talk about it, it hurts." You rant, a little out of breath. "Do you understand that? You hurt me."

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I am so sorry, you have no idea. I shouldn't have snapped at you and I regretted it the moment I did it. I was angry, and I know it isn't an excuse but it's the truth."

"Sorry isn't going to fix it," You say, voice edging on being too sharp. Your heart twists when his face falls. You soften a bit. "But it is a step in the right direction."

Jeongguk perks up, "What's another?"

"For starters, next time you don't want to talk about me, tell me instead of snapping at me." You give him a pointed glare, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jeongguk gives you an apologetic look, "Again, I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to snap at you. I came to talk to you, hoping I'd calm down a bit. I had an ugly fight some dumbass that tried to sell low quality material to us and I took it out of you."

You are reminded of the fact that he is the heir to his father's multi-billion won international conglomerate and for some reason, it makes you sad. You smile at him, ignoring the sadness. "Well, you're forgiven but I'm not forgotting."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He grins cheekily. He paused for a moment, then smirks at you. "So, we're friends now?"

You groan, "I should have known that would come back to bit me I'm the ass."

***

A large bouquet of pink tulips is delivered to you the next morning. Inside is a card that reads:

Thank you for never giving up on me. -JJK

Lee whistles loudly when she sees them and your cheek burn. "Someone must really like you."

"It's from a friend." You say, ignoring the fluttering in your belly.

"My point still stands. Those are out of season, you know." She remarks.

You nod, "I know. They're my favourite."

You finish your shift with a smile on your face. Until your boss calls you into his office.

"Yes, Sir?" You ask, still smiling and the bouquet of flowers in your one hand, backpack up on your shoulders and ready to go home.

"Y/N. I'll get right to the point. There's been a complaint that you've been too friendly with one of our customers." He says bluntly.

You almost drop your flowers in shock, "What?"

"I'm sorry to do this, Y/N, but it is a direct violation of the contract you signed when you started here. Professionalism is our top priority. I have no choice but to fire you." He says, and he does look sorry as he holds out an envelope to you. "This is the week's wages. Again, I'm sorry. You are a good worker."

"You're firing me because of something someone accused me off?" You ask, indignant and a little angry. "You're not even going to ask me if I did it? And if I did it, why I didn't stop?"

"The accusation came from a very trustworthy customer that was concerned that our reputation might be damaged." Your manager says. "If it gets to the owner and he finds out I did nothing, I could loose my job."

You scoff, taking the envelope. If you didn't need the money, you'd have thrown it back in his face. "So, it's okay for me to loose mine?"

"I'm sorry."

"So am I." You say before turning around and leaving.

***

The first day she's not there, Jeongguk brushes it off, thinking she has the day off and forgot to tell him. The second day, he starts to worry, just a little. The third day, he almost thinks himself into a mental breakdown. The fourth day, he demands to see the manager.

"Mr. Jeon." The manager greets with a smile that was clearly fake. Jeongguk thought back to Y/N, who never smiled much but when she did, it was honest and pure and breathtaking. He misses it and would do whatever it takes to get it back.

"Where is Y/N?" He demands, voice and gaze equally cold and intimidating. It's a side of him that she broke through within minutes, digging up the real Jeongguk and pulling him to the surface. The past months, he's been able to breathe again, live instead of just existing, waiting for the next person that wants his money. But that cold and calculating side of him is still there.

The manager pales and Jeongguk's worry increases. Did something happen to her? The manager shifts on his feet but still doesn't answer. "If you don't answer me within the next five seconds, I will call the owner and ask him to answer me."

"S-she was fired." The man stutters out.

Jeongguk feels his stomach drop. She never outright said it but he knows she depends heavily on the income from this job. It worries him, because he has this urge to take care of her. He wants to give her as much money as she needs, for her to live comfortably, but he knows she wouldn't take it. He glares at the manager, "Why?"

"Someone filed a complaint against her. She was getting to friendly with y-you." The manager says, looking a little terrified.

Jeongguk clenches his jaw, "And instead of asking me if I have a problem with it, you fired her?"

"Her contract says-"

Jeongguk stands up, towering over the man in height and size. "I don't give a shit what her contract says. How many times have I filed a complaint when the servers made me inappropriate offers and crude suggestions? I never once complained about her."

Jeongguk doesn't give the manager anymore time to do anything other than letting out a squeak before turning around and leaving the restaurant.

***

Five days after you were fired, you started too feel it. The absence of Jeongguk's presence. At first, you didn't notice it. To wrapped up in finding another job, worried about money and going to classes to think about it. But today is Sunday and the diner you found a temporary job at two days ago, is closed on Sundays. It's crappy pay and not alot of hours either but it was something and it'll help until you could get something else.

You lay on your bed, listening to your mom vacuuming the living room. University housing was expensive and you'd rather live at home and save the money than having even more debt. You laze the day away, knowing that none of the projects you have, is due that Monday. Your thoughts drift back to Jeongguk, like it always does. You honestly didn't think you'd end up missing him this much.

You like him, so fucking much. You figured it out a long time ago. You also know that you come from two different worlds. You are fine with that, you accepted it and you were content to be his friend.

Now he's completely gone from your life. Ripped out of it without warning.

You go to your classes the next day. In your last one, you doodle absentmindedly on the corner of your notebook, only half listening to the Professor. When the class is over, you look at what you drew and then groan out loud. Jeongguk's initials. Of fucking course. You scoff to yourself, leaving the class and then the building. You want to go home and sulk in privacy.

Outside, the sun was shining and you stood still for a moment, soaking in the warmth.

"Y/N!" A voice yelled your name and your head whips in the direction because you know that voice. You look, eyes searching desperately because you are so sure it was his voice. You're not hallucinating and- and there he is, running over to you.

"Jeongguk? What are you doing here?" You ask when he stops infront of you, completely bewildered.

He looks panicked and frantic. Like that day he snapped at you. He grips your shoulders, the hold almost painful. "You weren't there. I went to the restaurant and you weren't there and the manager told me you were fired and-"

"Jeongguk, stop. Breathe." You say, reaching up to hold onto his wrists, lightly rubbing your thumbs over the inside of his wrists. You wait until his grip loosens, until he was holding instead of gripping. "How did you find me?"

"You told me where you go to school one day." He answers off handedly, eyes scanning over your face, almost as if memorising the little details. Guilt flashes on his face, "I'm sorry you were fired."

You laugh at his words, removing his hands from your shoulders because it was getting a little too intimate, your heartbeat speeding up. "You know, half the time I see you, you end up apologizing to me."

"Hey, it's weird for me too." Jeongguk pouts and you have this urge to rise on your tiptoes and kiss it. "I'm not used to apologizing."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not angry." You wave him off.

"Can we talk?" He pleads and you agree immediately because you missed him so much.

"Yeah, there's a park nearby."

"Scared to be seen with me?" He teases with a smirk, and for a moment it's like nothing has changed.

You snort, "Don't you know? The walls has ears and Twitter accounts."

Jeongguk laughs, loud and unrestrained, throwing his head back. You couldn't help but smile. "This way."

You guide him to the park. It wasn't very big, and not a lot of people came here either, so it was perfect to talk. You each sit down on a swing.

"What are you gonna do now?" Jeongguk asks.

You shrug, "No clue, but I'll figure something out."

A guilty look spreads on his face again, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have-"

You cut him off, "Shouldn't have what? Let a server talk back to you? Yeah, probably not but we both enjoyed it, so it's on you as much it is on you. More on me though, because it was my responsibility as an employee to treat you with respect."

"You did," Jeongguk says immediately, sincerely. "Even when you were at your most brutally honest moments."

You give him a slight smile. "Well, fun as it was, it seems our path has come to an end."

"Why?" Jeongguk frowns heavily at you.

"Huh?"

Jeongguk looks you in the eye, gaze piercing. "Why does it have to end?"

You snorted, thinking he was messing with you but his eyes were completely serious. You answer in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because you're you and I'm me. Besides, most of the time we argued."

"Y/N." He says your name like it is his greatest wish. He stands up from his swing, making his way infront of you and pulled you to your feet. He looks at you, eyes impossibly fond, "That wasn't arguing. It was banter. If you think that's arguing, you probably think my parents goes to war every now and again." He smiles, a little nervous. "And foe the record, I would rather argue with you for the rest of my life than ever kiss another girl again."

Your mouth drops open in shock, and you really don't know what the fuck to make of that. "I-"

He cuts you off, "And I don't want this to be over."

Silence falls between you two. You stare at him, he stares back. Until, finally, you blurt, "I don't know what to say."

Jeongguk is a little bit disappointed, but not surprised in the slightest. At least it isn't an outright rejection. "You don't have to say anything. Just answer one question."

"Okay?"

"Would you want to date me?" You choke on thin air from shock. That means that he feels the same way as you do, right? Happiness makes your blood sing. Then it sinks in and reality comes back to you. Your happiness evaporates and you swallow thickly. You open your mouth to tell him 'no', but once again Jeongguk cuts you off before you could say something. "Forget about our social status, forget about what people would say and think about me and you. Together. Really think about it. I have, and I think we could work, if you gave it a chance."

"And if it doesn't work?" You ask softly, vulnerable in a way you've never been before. Distantly you wonder how he knew what you were thinking.

"Then at least we can say we tried." He shrugs.

You look down at the ground, wanting to think without looking at him, into those mesmerizing eyes of his. He could ask you to commit murder, and chances are that you'll do it if he looks at you long enough. When did you become so completely gone for him? You think about it, but there was never a moment where you realised, this is the person I like. Maybe . . . maybe it's because you've always liked him. Right from the start, even when he was infuriating. The thought is startling, but you aren't scared by it. It's more like another piece of the puzzle between you and Jeongguk has fallen into place. But there is the problem of your different social statuses. Yeah, Jeongguk said forget about it, but for how long? If you try and this does work out, then eventually you'll have to face the reality of everything that comes with being together. Somehow that scares you more than if it doesn't work.

You look back up at him, and you know – despite all your worries and doubts – it was never really a choice because you choose Jeongguk the moment you chose to accept his offer of being honest all those months ago. "Okay."

Jeongguk looks like he's ready to argue, "I-" You watch as your answer sinks in. The stunned expression almost makes you laugh, "What?"

"Did you want me to say no?" You give him an amused look, smile curling the corners of your lips upwards.

His eyes widens and he shakes his head frantically, "No, no, no, I just wasn't expecting you to say yes to quickly."

"That makes two of us." You admit. Jeongguk is right though, better to try and either fail or succeed, or never try and forever wonder what if. You smile up at him, heart soaring happily. "You make a good case. You should have become a lawyer."

Jeongguk's eyes light up, "Just wait until you hear the case I have to make on why we should kiss."

"Tell you what, if you kiss me within the next three seconds, you don't have to make a case at all." You bargained with a grin.

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. He leaned close and kissed you, slow and deep, one hand slipping into your hair and the other curling around your waist, pulling you close to him. He breaks the kiss, licking his lips and your eyes are drawn to the action. You lick your own lips, liking the taste of him. His voice is deep and rough, his cheeks flushed, when he asks, "Want to go get something to drink?"

"Yeah," You nod with a goofy smile, your own cheeks also flushed, feeling like you might float away at any second. "I could go for a smoothie."

"I love smoothies." Jeongguk grins back at you, taking your hand, lacing your fingers. His other hand was still wrapped around your waist and hold you close.

An old question flashes across your mind as you run your hands up his chest, liking the strong, study feel of it, until you can lock your arms around his neck. "You know, I've been meaning to ask."

"Mmm?" Jeongguk hummed in acknowledgement, showing that he was listening.

"Why didn't you get me fired that first day?" You ask, aware that you are suppose to be getting smoothies but it could wait for a bit.

Jeongguk had been expecting this question for a while, and had come up with an answer a long time ago. He looks down at her with all he feels for her, a content smile on his lips.

"Because you were the first honest person I have met in years. Because you put me in my place without thinking twice. Because when you glared down at me after I changed my order for the sixth time, there was a fire in your eyes that woke something inside of me that I couldn't control. Not then and not now." He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers, the gesture shy and intimate. "Because the fact is, you had me at 'indecisive snot'."

the end.

A/N: Tumblr and it's 250 box limit will be the death of me, I swear. I get it, I do. But come on! This very almost didn't fit, I had to edit and mush several chapters into one. Eventually it fit, but NEVER AGAIN! It was exhausting and time consuming. I'll rather split it again, like I did with two of my other fics. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. This took me a while with all the editing. Purple hearts for all of you!! -Kayla.

[maybenotmei]

Since it's xingqiu's bday, what about a reader that loves this one special book. It's not just anybook, it's the boon that xingqiu wrote! Maybe like, the reader talks to him about how they found this super cool book and tell him all about the things they loved in the book?

ah, xingqiu, the first character i've actually gotten a birthday mail from. how could i not write 4 him?

up to interpretation if romantic or platonic!

unbeta'd cries

"xingqiu, you have to read this book!"

xingqiu looked up from his novel to look at you. "what book may this be, my liege?" he asked with a curious tone.

"it's this," you couldn't stop yourself from grinning, "this book written by zhenyu–" xingqiu almost choked on the mention of that name, "and its plot is so intriguing! i'm sure you'll enjoy it!" you smiled, quickly pulling out a published cover of the first volume. xingqiu scanned the title, eyes widening at the name.

A Legend of The Sword

why, is this not the book he wrote? and you read it? if you liked it so much you (unknowingly) recommend it to the author himself, surely you must've read it? his cheeks colored a tinted pink out of embarrassment and flattery.

"the traveler bought a couple copies of it in inazuma because apparently the rest of the nations seem to not recognize good literature like this," you sat down on one of the chairs beside xingqiu, "and i've heard the head of the former resistance named sangonomiya kokomi absolutely enjoyed it!"

xingqiu was having difficulty not saying anything. from someone of such high status (as said by the traveler a couple days ago to him) enjoying his writing to you being so passionate about the book he wrote, he surely had a lot more trouble not saying anything. he decided not to tell you later— besides, seeing your shocked face always gives him a little laugh.

"and this one scene," xingqiu hadn't noticed he zoned off for a bit contemplating until he realized you were already speaking of the scenes you absolutely enjoyed.

"to not spoil you these two have a fight somewhere in the book,"

"sure, some scenes may be a bit messy but it somehow makes it all come together!"

"it's apparently really popular in inazuma because it somehow has a similarity to the previous decrees by the shogun,"

he loved the way you talked so happily about a book, let alone his own book. you went on and on about what you assumed the book was about and talking about bits the author could work on (he's taking note of them), and honestly he's delighted he could hear the joy in your voice. he could listen to it all day.

"xingqiu, what do you think? would you read it?"

he tried stifling a laugh. "may i tell you something that might be unbelievable?"

"sure, go ahead…!"

"i'm… i am zhenyu." he admitted, turning to you. "that is my pen name. and i'm not lying this time, i promise."

…

"you're what?!"

[mistninja]

one piece!!

Yeii

1. What originally drew me to it

Really embarrassing but i started it because of a guy i liked kzjwnzjsn

2. What I like most and least about it

The most: the characters and the worldbuilding

The least: odas sexism and his bigotry, specially post time skip

3. A character I want to carry around in a little jar and study like a bug

Buggy

4. A character I couldn't care less about

Akainu, Rebecca

5. The character who gives me the greatest gender envy

Skypiea Zoro

6. A character I'd like to frame and hang on my wall and admire like a work of art

Nami and Robin <3

7. A character who feels like home

Luffy and all the straw hats :)

8. The character with the greatest wasted/unexplored potential

I feel like post time skip Franky has been wasted :/

Also Enel, though im holding out for a possible return

9. The character I'd most enjoy feeding to a pride of ravenous lions

Fishman Island Sanji. Absalom.

10. A ship I would gladly go down with... and then become Davey Jones, so I can continue to captain said ship for eternity

Zolu, Namivivi, Frobin hehe

11. A ship that makes me want to look into the camera like I'm on The Office

Uhm Zosan

12. A ship I'd like to blow to smithereens with canon cannonballs

Robin/Law, Robin/Zoro

13. The non-canon pairing I find the most intriguing

Doflacroc

14. The character/story arc I find the most compelling

Robin and Namis arcs are my favorite parts of One Piece period

15. A character/story arc that bores me to tears

Fishman Island for the most part, Dresrossa at times. Rebecca

16. A scene/moment that makes me really emotional every single time

Nami asking for help, Robin saying she wants to live, Zoro in Thriller Bark, Sanji admitting he wants to go back to the Sunny :') and so many others but i could be here all day

17. The line of dialogue I quote most often

"Please take me to the sea with you!" "People's dreams never end"

18. A plot hole that makes me want to tear my hair out

I dont get why Sugars power works like that its too many powers for one devil fruit

19. Crossovers/AUs that pique my interest

One Piece x Discworld!!! I think they have very similar vibes

20. Fics/fanart I'd love to see

I need more fanart of Gear 5 Luffy and the straw hats reactions to it

[meimi-haneoka]

hum..im actually wondering...if im not wrong wasn't it said somewhere that high levels might wrap someone's personality like Eriol and Kaito ? But if that were true...How come this doesn't seem to be the case for Sakura unless that is the case and it shes really good at hiding it,maybe it does something else to her, maybe it stuble...or shes just really good at hiding it but these are just thoughts of mine.

You remember right anon, Kaito and Momo talked about this during their funny bickering in the chapter where the magical bunny told part of Kaito's past. Kaito did mention at the end of it that many many magicians end up having their personality a bit warped by the influence of the strong magical powers, and Momo told him to include himself among them too...I'm pretty sure Kaito was talking about Clow as well 😅and as we were kindly reminded by Kero in chapter 59, he was indeed as messed up as he could be 😅 Eriol admitted himself in the short chapter n. 4 that his personality is a bit warped, and due to this he can understand Kaito's motives and personality quite well.

So, how come we're not seeing the same for our Sakura-chan? She reached levels of power that are worrying everyone, Momo included. Well, I have some theories about that.

First of all, the magic warping one's personality is a possibility, but not something that happens systematically to 100% of the strong magicians. Sakura-chan might just be among the lucky ones who can resist to that kind of effect better than others.

Furthermore, I kinda think that CLAMP had intended to go down that route for Sakura as well, in the beginning of Clear Card, but might have changed their mind along the way. Remember this scene here?

Chapter 15. Sakura, Yue and Kero are stuck in some kind of Labyrinth (as the resultant card will be called), and Sakura's eyes go all sparkly while she's identifying the exit, and that wouldn't be particularly worrying if not for Sakura's behavior being completely out of character for her. Kero asks her things, she doesn't reply. She just goes straight to the place she's focusing on. But the thing most OOC for her, is when she shoves her bag in Yue's way, wordlessly telling him to hold it for her. I don't know, it felt so incredibly wrong for Sakura, to order Yue to hold her bag like that, as if he were a mere servant, without even uttering a word. And indeed you can see Yue worriedly looking at her, I bet even he himself wondered what was wrong with his master. She's not like that. Everything went back to normal once she secured the card, and indeed she even felt embarrassed when her brother pointed out "Why is Yuki holding your bag?".

But after that time, nothing similar ever happened again. Was it a one time only? To me it really seemed like using her powers to max capacity to find the exit kinda warped her personality a bit, but maybe I can try to guess why this plot point was abandoned along the way....with everything that is happening, and my already mentioned discomfort of the Japanese fandom in relation to the heavier thematics of Clear Card, having even Sakura's personality changing (even if temporarily) would've been way too much to deal with for the fandom. I don't know, I'm just theorizing, but I have to admit that this scene intrigued me quite a lot, back then.

Since her personality pretty much stayed the same, my personal explanation (story-wise) is that Sakura grew up surrounded by a powerful "safety net", called family, friends, love. Those kept her grounded, and she started dealing with her powers only much later than other fellow magicians (think about Akiho, who was expected to show the first signs as soon as she started talking and walking, so 1-2 years old). We don't know about Clow, but I don't think Eriol had all of that. I imagine him living his life pretty much alone, together with Ruby and Spinel, depending on his powers and waiting for the day he'd be able to meet Sakura. And Kaito.........well, we all know how it went, with him. So yeah, I think all the people who love Sakura-chan are the reason why her personality didn't get wicked. Their love and support were able to keep her grounded and growing up with a healthy and solid psyche.

Moreover, she's producing the Clear Cards now, and even though those are often seen as just a symptom of her ungovernable powers, if we really think deep about it, they are also a healthy way of venting her explosive powers, without taking a toll on her health and her mind. Magicians who didn't have that probably had to take that toll on their mind, instead. I once had a very deep conversation about this with a dear friend and the topic needs a much deeper analysis, which is surely going to be interesting to do when Clear Card will be over.

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

Up In the Air (Joe x Reader)

(surprise gift for you guys on Joe's birthday ^_^ I started this almost exactly a year ago, and it's finally done! Someone pointed out that I slightly hinted at the plot of this in my last fic post... you caught me.)

Words: 4,028

Prompt: Spring, 1983. Joe has an opportunity in his sights, but as luck would have it, it does not go his way (or does it...?)

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(1983)

"God, it was so embarrassing!" Joe put his palms over his eyes as he whined to Sav. The singer was flat on his back in the middle of their bed, and Sav's back was against the wall opposite him. The bassist had his arms crossed in exasperation.

They were back in a fresh, new hotel room after another flight to another city. They'd been settled in for a while, and- as far as you knew- Joe was physically well. Emotionally, however...

"What are the odds that things were placed so perfectly for me today, and then-?!" he swatted the air above him, "That happens? 'Just my luck!"

Sav didn't consider it as dire of a situation as Joe did. In fact, he seemed rather entertained than sympathetic.

"That was out of your control, mate."

"I know it was, but-" he sat up, "Y/n was right there! How was I supposed to keep it together?!"

"If it were anyone else other than her, you still would've had to keep it together, you know," Sav tilted his head down, but had his eyes looking up.

"Well, you're no help," Joe grumbled, crossing his arms back at the bassist and flopping back down onto the mattress.

"There's nothing to help you with!" Sav took a seat at the foot of the bed, "It's not my fault you got-"

Joe sat up again in a snap, warning with a pointed finger, "Don't say it."

"I was just gonna say that I had nothing to do with you being-"

"Don't say it!" Joe pleaded again.

"Joe, it's not that big of a deal that you-"

"Sav!"

"Alright, fine!" Sav threw up both hands, shaking his head and narrowly fighting off a laugh, "I won't say it!"

A loud sigh came from Joe, his head hanging now. The heat of embarrassment refused to leave his face.

"...do you think she's still hung up on it, too?" his voice went quiet, and his tone adopted a sad air.

Sav raised his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and patted Joe's ankle reassuringly.

"It's hard to say no," he admitted, "I know I wouldn't have liked to be in either of your shoes today."

~(5 hours earlier)~

A hand took a grip on your right forearm without warning. It snapped you from the hypnotic, musical trance you'd been in for most of the flight. Having been placed next to the singer for the first time on an airplane, you knew it was his action without a doubt. You looked down and sure enough, Joe's hand was there- holding onto you just a bit too tightly.

Your free hand took off your headphones and you asked him, "Everything alright?"

The singer wasn't focused on you, or anything, it seemed. "Unfocused" was probably the best word you could think of to describe him. His head was slightly tilted downwards, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the chair in front of him. Despite that, it appeared as if he couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried.

You gathered this impression from a split second of looking at him, but as soon as he heard your question, Joe's hold on you was instantly released. His own trance was snapped as well.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the armrest..."

"You were holding on pretty tight," you pointed out, "Something wrong?"

That same look on his face was back again; unfocused. His hand slowly found its way back to the armrest- now that he knew it wasn't your arm. You saw his hand shaking before he gripped it tightly.

"You don't look so good," you noted, adopting a frown.

He hesitated slightly before going very quiet, his face suddenly appearing pallid.

"Fuck..." Joe cursed himself, "I fucked up, I fucked up..."

You pressed again, "Joe... tell me what's wrong..."

He lied to you in a halting voice when a new blush seemed to form on his face, "Um... it's nothing much. There's just- something I haven't told you, and I should've mentioned it before we got on board. But I..."

He fell quiet.

"Yeah...?" you urged him to go on.

"I get... seasick- airsick... sometimes. Not every time, but... every now and then I do- and..."

He visibly swallowed, his breath trembling when he slowly shut his eyes.

Your eyebrows went up, alarmed, "And you're not feeling so good?"

"No, no, no...!" his inner voice screamed.

"Not really, but I'm fine, don't worry about me. It just happens."

His efforts to shrink the overall worry didn't work, as you instantly knew that if things went south, you were the only nearby acquaintance of his who could help him. You were also trapped with him for 2 more hours until you landed, so you would've had to help him if need be.

"Oh god- are you gonna be sick?" your hand raised up slightly to reach for a sick bag.

"No! No, I'm more dizzy than anything..."

"Well, take this-" you handed him a sick bag, "-and just try not to focus on your surroundings. And if you can't hold it down... well just keep it in the bag and away from me, okay?"

"...okay," he exhaled and took it from you, desperately hoping it wouldn't come to that. For fuck's sake, he was already embarrassed enough. He felt like a child. Even worse; he felt like your child.

Joe shut his eyes again and rested his head back on his seat. His whole body looked drained of energy, and you saw sweat forming on his forehead. It was obvious to you he was trying to make himself appear more okay than he was.

"I can do this," Joe nearly said aloud, "I can get through this without her knowing."

Unfortunately, for him, you already knew.

"The poor guy," you were thinking with sympathy, "Never knew he could look so ill."

You asked, "You've been feeling bad for a while, haven't you?"

"...what?" he squinted under his eyelids, lying to you again, "No, not really. Why, can you tell?"

"I don't wanna sound rude... but yeah, you kind of look like hell."

Joe quietly whined at your declaration.

"I know that look, Elliott- I've been in this position before."

The man next to you was intrigued by what you implied. He was suddenly beginning to think that maybe his situation wasn't as embarrassing as it appeared.

His eyes opened, "Wait, have you ever-?"

"Oh- no, I never get sick on planes, but you're not the first case I've ever seen."

"Great. This means she's stronger than me."

You held up your bottle, "You want some water? Maybe settle your stomach a little?"

Joe felt his stomach turn at the mention of liquid and shook his head, "No, I'll be fine..."

It was another lie, but you decided maybe it was best you just let him be. Perhaps he wasn't that bad.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting the sickness with all the strength he could muster- hoping you wouldn't see it.

"Don't mess this up," he was telling himself, "She's right there. Keep it together and don't balls it up...!"

Going with your plan, you let him be, and put your headphones back on.

He took a deep breath, "Fuck, if only the seatbelt lock wasn't on... then at least I could hide in the bathroom..."

The Leppard waited in terrified silence for his ailment to subside. With the current turbulence, it was impossible. Every shudder and bump made him want to heave until there was nothing left in his stomach. Worst of all, there was no where he could run to; he was trapped.

Oddly enough, before the sickness hit him, he was actually excited to be trapped there.

It was no secret among the band members that Joe quickly developed a crush on you. What started out as a feeling of preferring you over anyone else in the crew soon turned into a reach for romance. There was no time for him to make a move in the midst of the tour, though, which left him to suffer in his teenage desire alone.

When he heard he would be seated next to you on the next flight, he instantly knew it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste. This was the first time he'd sat directly by you on a plane, after all. It was a brilliant time to make a move and bond together. He'd been nervous ever since he sat down, but he never got the chance to make a flirt or decent conversation before his body betrayed him. Yes, it was an optimistic opportunity, but now Joe wished it'd been anywhere except up in the air.

The stress of the situation only made him feel worse- but he wouldn't accept the fact that he was about to lose this divine opening.

Not 4 minutes of your music went by when the plane shook yet again. When it did, you thought you saw Joe suddenly move from the corner of your eye. When your head turned, you saw his fist pressed against his mouth, an arm around his stomach, and a green tint over his pallid face.

"Woah, you alright?" you took your headphones off again.

Joe only nodded, closing his eyes to reassure you (but also to reprimand himself under the surface).

"No, no no!! Stop being sick for fuck's sake! You won't have a chance with her!!"

"I'm good, I'm good," he swallowed again, wiping sweat off his bangs, "Go back to your music."

"Don't lie to me, Joe. You look terrible-! Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm really not that bad, Y/n. Just a little... motion sickness..." his breathing became labored, and he angled his body as far to his right as he could. He began to fidget with something as he swallowed, "Ohh..."

The cabin teetering around him somehow made things even worse.

"Honey, I don't think it's just a little," your concern was peaked, and a hand was hovering over his arm, "You look like you're about to throw up or pass out, so how about we get you some club soda and you can rest, okay? If you want to, you can even-"

Joe was turned completely away from you, and had suddenly lurched forward to vomit into the sick bag you'd given him earlier. You knew that any hope of him holding back his condition was impossible now.

You'd initially flinched at his retching; cringing and holding your breath. Only a second passed until you remembered your duty; you were the only friend nearby.

"Uh oh-" sympathetically, you sighed and reached out to him, your hands holding his hair back, "That's not good..."

***

"I feel so humiliated... I was just- so deathly sick! I threw up twice, Sav- twice! And she was right next to me! I feel awful that she had to put up with it...! I feel like that's on me. She probably thinks I'm disgusting; she probably sees me as this huge fucking pansy who can't keep his lunch down while flying..."

"Mate, getting sick on flights isn't a personality trait, and I'm pretty sure Y/N knows that, too."

Joe, who was laying down again, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"...I think this situation isn't all that bad, really," Sav shrugged, his voice going up in pitch to take on a suggestive tone.

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"It's quite obvious! I just think you were-" he adopted Joe's voice and air quotes, "-'so deathly sick' that you didn't even realize exactly what was happening...!"

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, don't even get me started, Joe."

*** Joe was laying against you now, exhausted from the physical labor forced on his stomach and throat. He was still pale and shivering, but finally willing to accept your advice and remedies. You'd ordered him some club soda (and some mints from your purse), and suggested he take a rest.

This left you where you were now. He had a hand on his stomach, and another one under your hand to calm him.

To say the least, it felt like having a nice, heavy blanket partially draped on you. You couldn't help but think it was at least a little funny. To most people, they'd be absolutely repulsed by a man with a weak stomach sleeping on them during a flight. You couldn't blame them, as Joe could still hurl at any given moment. However, the instinct to care for him overpowered any repulsion you may have had. To you, Joe was like a sick puppy, and you were the one who found him first. You knew he needed you in that moment, and you were okay with it. It was a nice feeling, to say the least.

Joe moved his head against you in his weary and mostly-asleep state of consciousness. A soft grumble vibrated from his sore throat.

Amid those circumstances that would normally gross you out, you managed to smile at him. That, and you gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was safe.

That pale, clammy version of the singer you were trapped with wasn't the form of himself he put on display to just anyone. This was a whole new side of him that you knew he never intended you to see; he was helpless. Joe had given in and finally let himself be helpless around you. You found it was rather sweet, and even somehow softening your heart.

It almost felt like a strange honor that not many people had the privilege of possessing, given that Joe tried so hard to hide it from you.

Him desperately vying to avoid your concern was typical for any one of the guys. Naturally, none of them wanted to appear vulnerable around you, but Joe seemed so hell-bent on keeping up his charade of feeling fine. You wondered what reasons he had for his strict act. Perhaps it was the intimate public setting that drove him to conceal his motion sickness at all costs. Maybe it was in order to save himself from certain embarrassment; you really didn't know.

Whatever reason he had, it didn't dwell in your mind for long. All you knew was that even with a half-dead, cold-sweated Joe on your shoulder, your heart was fluttering in a way that was even more inexplicable than his behavior.

*** "First of all," Sav held up a sassy finger at Joe, "She was the one who suggested she hold your hand, plus she held your hair back, plus she let you sleep on her shoulder and tried to make you feel better. Sounds rather tender, if you ask me. Tenderly intimate."

"I'll tell you what was 'intimate'-" Joe's grumpiness was still prominent, "-her watchin' me regurgitate my fuckin guts from 10 inches away!"

"But those were all girlfriend duties!" Sav bounced in his seat, trying to get the point across.

Joe finally fell silent. He sat up, and Sav could see the blush in his cheeks.

"...girlfriend duties?" he nearly whispered to the bassist.

"I'm right and you know it. Tell me those weren't girlfriend-ly actions! She got affectionate with you!"

Joe let his sight fall, then rise back up after a brief moment of pondering.

"She did, didn't she..."

"She definitely did."

Sav was smirking at him now.

Joe asked him again, "You really think she did...?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

"Oh-" Joe made a swatting motion and shook his head. He looked diagonally down at the floor, "She probably would've been affectionate to any one of us in that situation..."

Sav laughed out loud at his friend's comment. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was back at home, gossiping in Joe's childhood bedroom during a sleepover.

"Mate, when I had food poisoning last month, she didn't wanna get near me! But today, she was touchin' you and strokin' you and whatnot! Now that I mention it, I saw her smile while you were sleeping and holding her hand! Believe me, she wanted to help you. It was like she had an excuse to get close to you, just like you saw the flight as an excuse to get close to her."

Resting his case, Sav crossed his arms, tongue in his cheek.

They both remained quiet while Joe sat in thought. The pieces slowly began to fit together in his head, forming a train of thought he could somewhat follow.

"Suppose you are right; what do you suppose I do about it now?"

Sav could tell his argument was a success. His work there was done.

"That's entirely up to you."

*** You hadn't been awake that long, and were still pretty groggy when dawn began to break the next day. The unfortunate sensation of jet lag was beginning to catch up with you at that time, too. It didn't matter, because it was all part of the business. Your day would begin soon enough, jet lag or not.

After rubbing your eyes and throwing on your robe, you drew back the curtains and peered out at the misty morning. Thinking the hypnotic trance might wake you up more, you began to stare. Just as quickly, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Right before they did, however, there came a gentle knock at your door.

Blinking yourself back awake, you brought yourself to answer the call.

Initially, you found no one outside your room via the door's peephole. However, when you opened the door to search for anyone nearby, there came an unexpected surprise.

Rather than a person standing before you, a colorful bouquet of flowers lay on your doorstep. Of course, it was strange, but it also left you quickly growing bashful. You just hoped it wasn't one of your guy friends playing an early morning joke on you. Even so, your mind would be too cloudy to process that.

Looking around with sleepy confusion and flattery, you crouched down and picked up the bright bundle. You shuffled your fingers through the top of the arrangement to try and find a label or card that would give away the sender's identity. Eventually, you found the exact clue you were looking for; in the form of a small note.

The fresh, awakening scent of the blossoms wafted around you as you made out the handwriting.

"I'm so sorry I almost threw up on you on the plane! 🙁 -Joe"

It couldn't have been any more straightforward if it'd been put up on a neon sign. You chuckled out loud in the empty hallway and peered around to find a trace of the man in question.

Instantly, you found his eyes peeking from around the corner a few yards away. A guilty smile on his lips made him look so shy- in contrast to his average demeanor.

"This was really unnecessary, you know," the bundle was waved teasingly at him.

"I felt it was necessary," Joe's body slowly appeared more from behind the corner, "Considering you had no choice but to put up with disgusting ol' me."

Leaning on your door's frame, your eyes followed him while he strolled forward and leaned his shoulder on the wall in front of you. You both wore humorous smiles aimed at each other. If you could think any more clearly, you'd recognize this as flirting. Maybe it was- but it seemed oddly natural in that moment.

"Despite what you may think," your eyebrows lifted as you raised the bouquet up to your chin, "You weren't as gross as you expect. That, and you weren't any trouble."

"I just feel icky about the whole thing," he scrunched up his face and shrugged in disgust, "I promise it won't happen again- if I'm seated next to you."

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You just had a bad flight; everyone's got them from time to time."

"Not you, apparently."

Joe's smile turned rather bashful when he diverted his eye contact elsewhere. He silently chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. When you'd reassured him, he all of a sudden realized what Sav was trying to make him see. There was something in your eyes and your smile and your voice that just spoke to Joe; something that hit him and made him realize you wanted to be in the position you were in the day before.

You wanted to be affectionate with him.

Out of his daze, Joe spoke up after a brief hesitation, "So- um, I know it's early... but it's the perfect time for breakfast, so would you wanna go downstairs and get something to eat?"

"You mean with disgusting ol' you?"

"Don't worry-" his face almost went red at the cheeks, and his dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to think about me keeping it down this time."

Your arm holding the flowers dropped down to your side as you broke up into giggles.

"I'm not worried- in fact, I'd love to go."

You couldn't be certain, but you swore you saw Joe's face actually go red that time.

"Cool! Cool. Did you wanna get dressed or-?"

"Well, you don't seem to be dressed either, so why should I?" you reached back into your room to place the bouquet inside. When you shut the door, you joined the singer, "Let's hit it before Mike and Mal take all the good pastries."

Joe showed his teeth in his grin when you came to his side and began walking.

"If they're all taken, I'll steal one for you- considering I owe you a favor after what you did for me yesterday."

"What did I do?"

The answer was simple, but Joe didn't know how to say it without implying his feelings for you.

"You nursed me back to heath- or at least tried to..."

"I told you not to worry about it..."

"Alright, alright, I'll try not to."

"I'll tell you something, Elliott," you giggled as you both got inside the lift, "You've got a strange way of flirting."

Heat rushed to Joe's cheeks, and more threatened to join them at the thought of you noticing.

"Oh yeah?" he laughed.

"You hope I won't notice every tiny effort, yet you keep doing tiny things to make me notice. Even if we're, for example- up in the air..."

"Oh, god..." just like that, Joe thought he'd be the first person on earth to die of embarrassment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck- please don't tell me I was that obvious..."

"Calm down, don't make yourself sick again," you laughed and patted his back, "If it makes you feel any better... I did notice what you were trying to do on the flight. And- um... it worked. So..."

You stood on your toes, and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, "Let's just say- you don't have to be sick if you want to hold my hand next time."

Joe's hand lowered from his face, and he quickly flashed a bashful glance at you before darting his eyes away.

The elevator doors opened, the smell of coffee seeping everywhere. Instead of walking out, Joe reached out to you.

"You said I didn't have to be sick next time, and I'm quite well now..."

A bashful smile of your own made an appearance as you took his hand like you did the previous day. When you did, Joe giggled to himself.

You glanced over, "What?"

With a pause, Joe rolled in his lips, then looked right at you, "Oh nothing. Just- if you get sick on the next flight, I guess we'll be even, then."

"So, you're gonna sit with me on the next flight, then?" you raised an eyebrow.

"If it means getting even with you, then yes."

"And if it doesn't mean getting even with me?"

"Well," Joe said, smiling widely, "Then the answer is still yes."

That answer was more than enough for you.

Strolling out together, hand-in-hand, you and Joe made your way towards the breakfast counter. In the corner of your vision, you noticed him snagging a pastry off of Mike and Mal's table when he passed by.

The end