#still no caption i'm not in a position to think

[sysig]

Nice healthy obsession you got there (Patreon)

[aromacaque]

skulltrot #1 donnie defender everyone should be so fucking scared for whenever i eventually get that video essay out for him because somehow SOMEHOW my mikey analysis was 50 minutes long and ... i can't say for sure how long one on donnie would end up being but if it ends up being longer than that somehow i will disintegrate or something i think

[mclacedes]

sweet like candy (LN4 SMAU)

summary: in which Lando is a complete simp over singer Y/N L/N

warnings: a little bit of hate, cursing, suggestive content

pairing: lando norris × singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter / morgan riddle

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✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ENJOY. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

ynln

📍 literally everywhere

❤️ by ybffname, ysistername, ynfan1 and more

ynln: la dolce vita or whatever they say

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ynfan2: woman how DARE YOU being this aesthetic????

ynfan3: i love you please marry me

ynhater1: omg can you stop begging for attention

ybffname: love the vibes and all, but when are you gonna stop traveling around and come back home huh?

ynln: i'd say about never but we'll see how things go 🥰

ynfan4: jesus christ woman where AREN'T YOU

ynfan7: okay but have you thought about stopping at a F1 race or something

ynln: tell me more about it 💭

ynfan5: london, italy, paris... GIRL OMG

ynhater2: i don't think you should flaunt like this when there's literally people starving

ynfan6: literally dream life

ysistername: cute but can i have my hair clip back? THANK YOU!

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landonorris

🎶 Thinking Bout You - Frank Ocean

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landonorris: they do say la dolce vita :) but whatever right?

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landofan1: hot.

landofan2: i do have a lot to say but i have some decency

maxfewtrell: i think your shirt's a bit unbuttoned mate

landonorris: thanks mate! hadn't noticed

ynfan7: am i dreaming or that caption...

ynfan4: girl the caption, the song, those pictures... it's all for her

landofan3: what?

ynfan4: check out y/n l/n's latest post

landofan5: HOLY FUCK

landofan5: don't judge him for making it about her,if i were him i'd do the EXACT same

ynln: thanks for letting me know :)

landonorris: you should stop by a race, maybe i could tell you a thing or two about italian :)

maxfewtrell: mate, they still have DMs :)

A WEEK LATER

ynupdates:

ynupdates: Us too, Lando! During his friend Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream, Formula 1 driver Lando Norris admitted to having a crush on Y/N L/N, as transcribed below:

Lando: “If I like Y/N? Yes, absolutely! There is no reality in which I don't listen to her songs or that I'm not a big fan of hers.”

Max: “'Fan'? Mate, drop it, we all know how you're a complete simp over the woman.”

Lando: “What?”

Max: “Be for fucking real, now! We know it. You've talked about her, not once, not twice, we lost count! Can't keep track of it anymore. You're down bad."

Lando: “Shut up, you bastard. But I will admit, I think she's cute.”

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ynfan7: IT'S HAPPENING GUYS

landofan5: god knows how much i've waited

ynfan8: ok but where has lando talked about yn multiple times??

landofan9: he once brought her up during a video with oscar (his teammate) for mclaren, saying her songs are huge part of his pre race routine

landofan10: or when he sang her song "God is a Woman" on live

landofan11: or when he literally posted one of her songs on his stories

landofan12: or when he said she's his favorite singer

ynfan8: i agree with max tbh

TWO WEEKS LATER

y/n via instagram stories.

ynupdates

ynupdates: NOBODY MOVES!

Y/n L/n was seen on the McLaren garage ahead of the Dutch Grand Prix weekend - today, it's qualifying! Go papaya!

(let's try not to clown but just so everybody is properly informed, Lando is a McLaren driver.....)

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ynhater3: ofc she's gon cling to a man for relevancy... typical yn

ynfan7: pls go suck a dick

landofan7: OK OK OK IM SO OK WITH THIS

ynfan9: OMG OKG OM WJAT

ynfan11: that's literally momma and papa

landofan10: she's literally there for him wtf 😭

ynfan15: im not fraekingnout AT ALL

mclaren:

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mclaren: Having set the fastest time in Q3, Lando grabs pole position! Tomorrow, we go racing!

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landofan17: OMG SHE LIKED IT YALL

landofan18: can we focus on the racing for a bit?

landofan5: my prayers didn't go unnoticed... good to know!

landofan19: soft launch i fear?

[someonegoood]

SUTURES & SCARS part 1 ✫ jeon jungkook

CONTAINS: medical!au, surgeon!jungkook x surgeon!reader, slow burn, teasing, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, fighting turned bonding, past and present love, fluff & angst :)

NOTE: well... i'm back with a medical!au inspired by doctor slump (that drama was so good omg). thanks so much for reading, hope you enjoy it!! this work is not revised, and english is not my first language. next part will be uploaded tomorrow!!

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

This hospital—one of the most prestigious medical institutions in the country—was never meant to be your landing place. It had a reputation for being exclusive, only taking in the most skilled and accomplished doctors. Under normal circumstances, your application wouldn’t have even made it past the first round. But these weren’t normal circumstances.

They were desperate.

A sudden shortage of doctors had left the trauma surgery department scrambling to find specialists who could take on the relentless workload. And that’s how you, despite not being part of their initial selection, had been handed a contract at the last minute.

Still, there was no warm welcome waiting for you. Your arrival hadn’t been met with admiration or respect. Most of the staff knew exactly who you were—not because of your surgical skills, not because of your work ethic, but because of that video.

The one that had gone viral.

A single moment of frustration, caught on camera and spread across the internet like wildfire.

At your last hospital, you had been drowning. The shifts were relentless, the expectations impossible. No matter how many hours you put in, no matter how many patients you saved, it was never enough. Your superior—an arrogant, self-important man who treated younger doctors like disposable tools—had pushed you too far.

And you had snapped.

You hadn’t planned for your voice to carry across the entire ward. You hadn’t expected someone to be filming. And you certainly hadn’t expected the clip to be uploaded with captions like "Doctor Stands Up to Toxic Work Culture!" and "She Said What We All Wanted To Say!"

But that’s exactly what happened.

You had told your superior—bluntly, unapologetically—that you were tired of being exploited. That working 36-hour shifts with no breaks wasn’t a sign of dedication, it was a sign of systemic failure. That no matter how much you loved medicine, you wouldn’t let yourself be crushed under its weight.

The words had barely left your mouth before his furious response had followed: “if you think you’re so indispensable, why don’t you find somewhere else to work?”

So you did.

Or at least, you tried.

But the video followed you. Some people admired your courage, others saw you as reckless, unprofessional. A liability. Your name was whispered in hospital halls, passed around in hushed conversations. Respected institutions suddenly had no available positions when your application landed on their desks.

Still, you told yourself it didn’t matter. This was a fresh start. You would put your head down, do your job, and prove that you belonged here. But then, of course, there was him.

Jeon Jungkook.

The person who had, at one point, made you want to pull your hair out in medical school. There had always been a gap between you and Jungkook. A space carved not just by time but by opportunity. It started with the entrance exam.

You had worked yourself to the bone, studying until the words blurred together, until caffeine barely kept you functional. And yet, no matter how hard you pushed yourself, Jungkook had ranked higher. He had scored near the top effortlessly, securing his place in the best medical program without breaking a sweat.

While you had to fight for your place every step of the way, Jungkook had walked through the doors like he belonged there.

And, to be fair—maybe he did.

His talent was undeniable. He was the kind of doctor who made procedures look easy, who had an instinct for trauma surgery that couldn’t be taught. But that wasn’t the only reason people gravitated toward him.

It was his face.

The moment Jungkook entered the medical field, his reputation exploded. Patients wanted to be treated by him, some even exaggerating their conditions just for the chance to see him in person. His name spread through social media—the handsome trauma surgeon, the genius doctor who looks like he walked out of a magazine.

You had seen the way people looked at him, how his mere presence commanded attention. And deep down, you hated to admit that you understood why. Because you remembered a time before all of this.

Before the fame. Before the Dr. Jeon Jungkook reputation had taken over.

You remembered late-night study sessions when he was just an annoyingly competitive classmate, back when you were both just students fighting to survive. Back when there was no distance between you. Back when he was just... Jungkook.

And now?

Now, you stood in the same hospital, both specialists in trauma surgery. But while Jungkook had been welcomed with open arms from the beginning, you had barely made it in. You were a last-minute addition, a second choice.

And worse?

He probably didn’t even care.

Maybe he didn’t even remember.

The trauma surgery unit was the kind of place that didn’t allow for distractions. It demanded focus, precision, and expertise. Every decision counted. Every second mattered. That’s why Jeon Jungkook thrived here.

He was respected, no, admired, for his technical skill. But if there was one thing Jungkook lacked, it was an emotional connection to his work. He could save a life with a steady hand and a clear mind, but when it came to anything beyond that, his walls were impenetrable. He’d spent years cultivating that distance—after all, trauma surgery wasn’t the place for sentiment.

The day he returned to the hospital after an extended time away, it should’ve felt routine. But as soon as he walked into the trauma bay, something felt different.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the trauma surgery unit buzzed above, their hum a constant, almost soothing companion to the chaos unfolding below. The scent of sterile antiseptic mixed with the faint tang of blood in the air, and yet, Jungkook moved through it with practiced ease. This was familiar territory. The pressure, the critical patients, the intensity of saving lives—he thrived in it.

Yet today, there was a subtle undercurrent of tension he couldn’t quite shake off.

His gaze swept over the trauma bay, the usual clamor of activity surrounding him, but something felt off. The familiar presence of his colleagues was there, but it wasn’t until he stepped into the main OR corridor that he saw her.

You.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected to see you. The hospital was a big place, and you were a trauma surgeon now, just like him. You were bound to cross paths at some point. But the reality of it hit him all at once. His pulse quickened before he could stop it.

You—the one person who had always challenged him. Who had made him question his approach to everything. You were part of this team now. Not that he had expected anything less. You were brilliant, after all.

You, with your patient-centered approach, always thinking of the person beyond the injury, beyond the trauma. He’d never understood that about you. You were too empathetic, too invested in the stories of the people you saved. To him, it was all about the procedure, the perfection, the technical execution. The detachment was necessary. It kept him sharp.

You were standing by the operating table, your back to him. Your movements were fluid, efficient, as you spoke to a resident with the calm authority that had always been so effortless for you. You had a way of speaking, not loud, not commanding, but with such quiet conviction that it felt like everything you said was an undeniable truth.

His breath hitched in his throat. He hadn’t expected the old feelings to resurface so quickly. There had been years—six of them—between now and the last time he’d seen you. Six years since you had been his rival in medical school, six years since that fateful day when everything had changed.

When Jungkook first heard that a new surgeon was joining the trauma team, the thought barely registered—just another name on the roster, another doctor to either impress or ignore. But for a fleeting second, as he skimmed the email announcing the department’s newest addition, his mind had entertained a thought he hadn’t let in for years. What if it’s her?

It was ridiculous, really—he hadn’t seen you in so long that you’d become more of a memory than a real person.

But some part of him, buried under layers of pride and time, still remembered the way you used to challenge him, push him to be better, and make him feel something he never quite understood.

But here you were, looking the same as you had back then—composed, confident, untouchable.

As his eyes lingered on you, the noise of the trauma unit faded into the background. The beeping of machines, the rushed footsteps of nurses, the rustle of surgical gloves—all of it seemed to dissolve into a soft hum. He didn’t want to feel this way, but the old animosity—the rivalry that had always thrummed just beneath the surface—flickered back to life.

It had started innocently enough. You had been another medical student, just like him. The two of you had been assigned to the same rotations, but where Jungkook was determined to prove himself with hard work and sheer perseverance, you had a different approach. You made it seem easy. Effortless.

It wasn’t that he disliked you—it was the way you moved through everything. The way you never seemed to struggle, never seemed to fall behind. You were always ahead, always one step further. And no matter how much he tried, no matter how much effort he put into studying, it never felt like enough.

The real clash had come in the third year of medical school. Both of you had been assigned to the same trauma surgery rotation. The patient had been a young girl, barely seventeen, who had been in a car crash. Her injuries were grave—broken bones, internal bleeding, and a collapsed lung.

In the OR, there had been no room for egos. At least, that was what Jungkook had thought. But you, always calm, always calculated, had known exactly what to do. The attending had left the two of you in charge, and the moment you had stepped in, it was clear that you were taking control.

“I’ll handle the internal bleeding,” you had said, your voice soft but firm. Your eyes locked onto his, and he had felt something shift in the air, a small but undeniable challenge.

This was your first surgery in a while since the video. And now, standing in the operating room, hands steady despite the weight of everything that had led you here, you knew there was no room for mistakes. Not when everyone was watching. Not when he was watching.

Jungkook had felt his throat tighten. There was no way he was going to let you take over—not now, not after everything he had worked for.

“I’ll lead this one,” he had said, his voice tight, almost too tight.

You had raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Of course you will, doctor. But if you miss something, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Now, Jungkook tried to push the past from his mind as he walked back into the trauma bay. The noise of rushing footsteps, the shouts of nurses, the beeping of monitors all flooded back to him. He had a job to do, and he would do it perfectly, just as he always had.

But there you were, standing at the head of the patient’s bed, giving orders with that same calm, steady demeanor that always made him feel like a novice. Your presence was unmistakable, and though he told himself he didn’t care, the tightness in his chest said otherwise.

The OR was a chaotic, controlled madness. Every second counted, and every decision had to be precise. But even amidst the pressure of a life-or-death situation, there was one thing that always managed to break through: the undeniable clash between you and Jungkook.

The patient on the operating table had sustained severe trauma—a shattered femur, multiple fractures to the ribs, and internal bleeding. The first few minutes had been smooth, the team working together efficiently to stabilize her. But the situation had quickly escalated. She wasn’t responding to the fluids they had administered, and her vitals were dropping rapidly. Her blood pressure was dangerously low, and the internal bleeding was proving harder to control than they anticipated.

Instead, your eyes were on him. Watching him. Your gaze was sharp, almost like a challenge.

"Get the hemorrhage controlled," Jungkook ordered, his voice sharp as he focused on the screen displaying the vitals.

"I’m on it," you replied, stepping in to assist the anesthesiologist with stabilizing the airway, watching her oxygen levels as the other doctors worked on her fractures. There was a quiet efficiency to your movements. It was the same calm approach you’d had in medical school, the one that had driven Jungkook crazy all those years ago.

But this time, the two of you weren’t in sync.

You reached for a clotting agent, about to administer it, when Jungkook’s hand shot out to stop you.

“No, that’s not the first thing we should be using,” he said, his tone dismissive as he moved to the other side of the table. “Clotting agents aren’t going to solve this if we don’t address the internal bleeding first.”

You paused for a moment, the air thick with tension. “I know what I’m doing, Jeong-woo. We don’t need to delay any longer. Her vitals are crashing.”

“She’s not going to survive if we don’t control the internal bleeding first. You’re always looking for the quick fix, but you can’t just keep throwing medications at the problem and hope it’ll solve itself,” Jungkook shot back, his words sharp, his focus never wavering from the patient.

There was a small but noticeable pause before you spoke again, this time more firmly. “I’m not throwing anything at the problem. I’m trying to stabilize her enough so we can actually get to the root cause of the issue, instead of playing catch-up with her blood pressure. You’re too focused on your sterile approach, Jungkook. This isn’t about just getting it done—it’s about caring for the whole person.”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “We are caring for the whole person, but we need to stop acting like we’re treating some emotional case. This is trauma surgery. We need to act fast and with precision, not waste time comforting a patient who’s already in critical condition.”

The words cut through the tension like a knife. It was always this way with you—compassionate, almost to a fault, and unwilling to see the raw practicality that Jungkook valued so highly in this field.

"You don’t understand," you said quietly, but there was an edge to your voice now. "It’s not just about speed, it’s about being mindful of the body’s limits. You’re not seeing the full picture here."

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying to rein in the rising irritation in his chest. He had always found your approach frustrating. The way you treated patients like emotional beings, rather than just cases to be solved. To him, it was a weakness, one that had no place in trauma surgery. This wasn’t some soft-care ward; it was a battlefield where the strongest survived.

“Your approach is too emotional,” he finally spat out, barely keeping his voice low enough for the team not to overhear. “You’re making decisions based on what you feel instead of what’s medically necessary.”

Your eyes narrowed as you shot him a look, but you didn’t let the argument show on your face. Instead, you focused on the patient, your hands still working with precision, despite the fact that you could feel every word he threw at you like a punch.

"We’re all in this for the same reason, Jungkook," you muttered, your voice unwavering. "The difference is, I’m not willing to sacrifice everything else for the sake of 'just getting it done.' I won’t lose my patients just because I’m trying to be quick and detached."

The tension was palpable. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, but neither of you could back down. It wasn’t just professional pride at stake; it was something deeper—something that had started back in medical school, that simmered beneath every exchange. You were both experts, both brilliant in your own right, but the differences in how you viewed your profession were beginning to clash violently, both on and off the operating table.

The situation was growing worse, faster than anyone had anticipated. The patient’s blood pressure plummeted even further, and despite the efforts to control the bleeding, she was slipping away. The constant beeping of the monitors only intensified the pressure mounting on both of you.

“I’m telling you, we need to clamp the artery,” Jungkook said, frustration seeping into his voice now as he leaned over the patient’s abdomen. "We can’t waste any more time with these temporary fixes."

“No,” you retorted quickly, taking a step forward to assess the patient yourself. "She’s bleeding internally because her system can’t cope with the stress. Clamping the artery will only worsen the shock. I’m going to administer a vasopressor first to help stabilize her blood pressure before we do anything more invasive."

It was clear you weren’t backing down. Jungkook shot you a look—angry, dismissive—but he didn’t have the luxury of time to argue further. He had to act.

“Fine,” he muttered through clenched teeth, "But this better work."

You kept your gaze steady on the patient’s vitals, ignoring his sharp, biting criticism as you prepared the medication.

For a moment, the room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the sound of rapid beeping as the seconds ticked by.

Just as the situation began to spiral out of control, the anesthesiologist called out. The patient’s heart rate dropped drastically. It was now or never.

Without thinking, you and Jungkook moved in sync, both of you leaning over the patient, working together despite the tension that had been building all along. You shoved him aside just as his hand was about to clamp the artery, pushing your way in to apply the pressors. Your heart raced, your hands steady despite the heat of the moment.

And then, something happened. Amidst the frenzy, as you both fought to save the woman’s life, you found that the team was working together in a way that only you two could manage. Despite the constant bickering, despite the criticisms, you both knew how to make it work—however begrudgingly.

The crash didn’t happen. Slowly, the woman’s vitals began to stabilize.

Hours later, as the team was finishing up, you stood off to the side of the break room, your hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline. Your back was to the wall, and you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the tension that still buzzed through you.

Jungkook entered shortly after, a slight frown on his face as he grabbed a cup of coffee, his usual detached demeanor firmly in place. But as he took a seat, he couldn’t ignore the strange, lingering feeling that sat between you two. It wasn’t just rivalry anymore. It was... something else. Something unspoken.

He glanced at you briefly. “You did good,” he said, his voice unusually soft.

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you focused on your coffee, not daring to look at him directly. “You did too,” you replied, though it was more a formality than a compliment.

And yet, as you exchanged those words, both of you knew something had shifted. The rivalry hadn’t disappeared, but there was a quiet acknowledgment of each other’s strengths. A crack in the wall that had been between you for so long.

But neither of you was ready to confront it—not yet. Not while there was so much left to prove.

The conference room buzzed with quiet chatter as the trauma team assembled after the surgery. The air felt thick with unspoken words, the weight of the earlier tension hanging heavily over the room. Jungkook was already seated at the front, a posture that suggested his usual calm confidence, but even he couldn’t mask the storm that had been brewing throughout the surgery. His thoughts, his frustrations, still swirled around his mind like a whirlwind.

You walked in, the door clicking shut behind you, as you made your way to your seat. Conversations stilled, subtle glances exchanged across the room. They all knew. Knew about the video, about the controversy, about how you had barely made it into this hospital.

You could feel the weight of their curiosity, the silent judgment lingering in the air, as if waiting to see if you’d live up to your reputation—the surgeon with a sharp tongue and an even sharper fall from grace.

The rest of the team, quieter now, took their places, sensing the undercurrent of tension between you and Jungkook. Everyone had noticed the clashes earlier, but none of them dared to speak up. It wasn’t their place. Not now.

The meeting began. The attending physician, Ryuk Jinho, quickly moved through the cases, reviewing patient outcomes and discussing next steps. He started with a breakdown of the trauma cases from the past 24 hours, highlighting complications and successes.

“For the MVA patient from last night,” Jinho began, flipping through the reports, “the splenic rupture was managed well, though there was significant blood loss pre-op. Good call on prioritizing vascular control first.” His eyes skimmed the room before landing on you.

“But I’d like to discuss the choice of a non-operative approach for the hepatic injury. In cases like these, aggressive management can lead to better outcomes.”

“I don’t understand why you insisted on using pressors before the hemorrhage was under control,” Jungkook began, his voice cutting through the room like a knife. “It’s not an approach that works in trauma. You can’t stabilize someone with just medications when their vitals are crashing because of direct blood loss. You just don’t get it.”

You took a deep breath, meeting his eyes across the table. The weight of his words pressed on your chest, and though you’d spent years perfecting your ability to stay calm under pressure, something about his cold dismissal stung. He was so sure of himself. And the worst part was, he was doing this in front of everyone, as though it were a public spectacle, a way to undermine you.

“You think you know everything, don’t you?” you shot back, your voice firm, but just under the surface, there was the anger you’d been holding in. “I’m not the one who was about to clamp the artery without considering the bigger picture. You’ve been so wrapped up in your textbook approach that you didn’t even think about the patient’s whole condition. I don’t operate just on numbers and guidelines, Jungkook. I care about how they’re doing, not just what is happening.”

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, that look of cold detachment never leaving his face. He was used to people criticizing him. He had perfected the art of shrugging it off, of distancing himself from anything that wasn’t logical, wasn’t quantifiable.

“It’s easy to care about how when you don’t have to make the hard decisions,” he said dismissively, eyes narrowing. “You don’t even understand the weight of the responsibility. You think your feelings will save these patients, but it won’t. The reality is, if you don’t make decisions based on science, you won’t survive in trauma.”

The words cut deeper than you wanted to admit. For a moment, the room seemed to close in on you, the faces of your colleagues blurring as the anger flared within you. You weren’t just defending your methods anymore.

You were defending yourself.

“You don’t even know what it’s like to care,” you said, quieter now but laced with an emotion that surprised even you. “You hide behind your cold, sterile approach because it’s easier than facing the fact that these patients are people, not just cases to check off.”

A heavy silence settled over the room. The team—trauma surgeons like Dr. Min Jihoon, meticulous and composed; resident doctors like Seo Hana, always eager to prove herself; and interns who had barely gotten comfortable in the OR—froze in place, eyes darting between you and Jungkook. No one had ever spoken to him like that, not in this hospital.

Seo Hana shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze flickering to Dr. Min, who remained impassive but was clearly intrigued. One of the interns swallowed hard, while another subtly leaned forward, as if waiting to see how Jungkook would react. Even Ryuk Jinho, who had seen his fair share of heated exchanges, looked taken aback.

Jungkook’s lips tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he looked around the room as if challenging anyone to speak up or question him. His reputation as a skilled surgeon was unshakable, and he knew it. You, on the other hand, knew that no matter how good you were, your methods would never be enough in his eyes.

But there was more, wasn’t there? This wasn’t just a disagreement over how to treat a patient. This was deeper, rooted in something that had never been resolved. And just as you were about to respond, the attending physician called the meeting to a close.

Jinho raised a hand before the conversation escalated. “Both approaches have merit. In trauma surgery, decisions are made in seconds, and not every call is black and white. That said—” he looked between you and Jungkook, clearly aware of the tension crackling between you “—we need to focus on cohesive teamwork. Let’s move on.”

The three co-workers began to gather their things, heading out of the room, but you and Jungkook stayed behind, your hands gripping the edge of the table as you stared at the empty chairs in front of you.

You could feel Jungkook’s presence behind you, his posture still rigid, still exuding that coldness that had been a constant throughout your medical journey. And just as you felt like you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you turned to face him.

His expression remained unreadable, but you saw the hint of something in his eyes—a flicker of something that almost looked like regret, or maybe it was just frustration. Either way, you couldn’t hold back.

"I didn’t remember you were this cruel," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. The weight of the statement hung heavily in the air between you, and you could see the immediate tension in his eyes as if the accusation had stung more than he cared to admit.

Jungkook’s gaze sharpened, but he said nothing at first, just standing there, like he was deciding how to respond. But you could see the walls he had built around himself, the ones he’d used to protect himself from feeling anything, crack ever so slightly.

“I’m not cruel,” he finally replied, his voice quieter now, but still firm. “I’m just... practical. It’s easier that way.”

You shook your head, trying to process everything in your head. “No, Jungkook. It’s easier to shut people out. Easier to treat everything like a puzzle, like you’re just solving a problem and not dealing with the consequences. That’s what makes you cold.”

He didn’t look at you, instead turning toward the door, but you caught the briefest flicker of something in his eyes. A crack in his armor. Something vulnerable, something you had never seen before.

“Maybe you’re right,” he muttered, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. “But I can’t afford to be anything else.”

You didn’t have a response. Not for that.

The door clicked shut behind you as you walked into the apartment, your mind still reeling from the tense encounter with Jungkook earlier that day. The sound of laughter and chatter from the living room broke through the cloud of frustration hanging over you.

"Doctor, you’re back!" Coco called out from the couch, her voice upbeat as she kicked her feet up on the coffee table. She was sprawled out with a book in one hand and a can of soda in the other.

“About time, girl,” Aerum added, sitting next to Coco, already holding a bottle of soju and a bowl of Kimbap on the table between them. “We were just about to start without you.”

You couldn’t help but let out a tired sigh as you dropped your bag by the door, your shoes clicking on the hardwood floor as you made your way over to them. "Long first day," you muttered, sinking into the chair next to Aerum.

Coco grinned, reading the mood perfectly. “Let me guess. The ever-so-charming Jeon Jungkook is as insufferable as always?”

You laughed bitterly, running a hand through your hair as you thought about the morning’s events. "Worse," you admitted, accepting a beer from Aerum and leaning back against the couch. “I didn’t remember him being that cruel.”

Aerum raised an eyebrow as she grabbed a piece of Kimbap. “What happened?”

You took a sip of your beer, trying to calm the rising frustration. “We had a patient today. Pretty critical trauma case. It was bad, but we both... we were both working on it, and he just—” You paused, trying to put the words together. “He criticized every single thing I did. Like, everything.”

“Classic Jungkook,” Coco said, clearly not surprised. “He always did that back in med school. The whole ‘I’m right, you’re wrong’ attitude.”

You remembered a particular group assignment where Coco mentioned her interest in dermatology. He had scoffed, eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his chair. “Dermatology?” he had said, the tone dripping with condescension.

“You really think you’re going to make a difference in skin? It’s like choosing the easy route when everyone else is dealing with real, life-and-death stuff. You’re wasting your potential.” The way he said it, like her choice was somehow lesser, made your skin burn with frustration.

Aerum nodded, adding, “I don’t get how someone can be so brilliant but so… detached, you know? He’s like a robot with a scalpel. No warmth at all.”

Jungkook and Aerum, now a gynaecologist, had clashed during a highly competitive clinical rotation in obstetrics and gynecology. The tension between them escalated when they were both selected to perform a delicate procedure—an emergency C-section—on the same day.

You shook your head. “It’s like he’s too focused on just fixing the body and not looking at the bigger picture. It’s frustrating. He always acts like he knows everything. But today—today, it was like he didn’t even see the patient as a person.”

Coco scoffed, leaning forward to grab another Kimbap roll. “So, the ‘ice prince’ is still stuck in his ways, huh? He used to be the same in school, always acting like he had all the answers. But I remember—he’d never admit when he was wrong.”

"Yeah," you said, letting out a deep breath. "But what really got to me today was the way he shut me down in front of the entire team. It was like he was trying to make me look bad in front of everyone. Like he couldn’t even see what I was doing for what it was."

Aerum exchanged a look with Coco before turning back to you. "Isn’t it kind of funny though? The way you two still go at it after all these years."

“Funny?” You raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-exasperated. "It’s infuriating."

Coco laughed, but there was a knowing look in her eyes. "No, seriously. The amount of chemistry there was between you two was honestly… ridiculous."

You choked on your beer a little, shooting her a glare. “What? I don’t—I mean, it’s not like that.”

Aerum smirked, leaning back in her seat. “Oh, please. You two were always at each other’s throats in med school, but it was obvious. We all saw it. You just refused to admit it.”

“Admit what?” you asked, now feeling like you were under a spotlight. “There’s nothing between us.”

Coco rolled her eyes. “Right, sure. Whatever you say. But back then, it was like you both thrived off being at each other’s throats.”

You shook your head. "He’s impossible!"

Aerum snickered. "Sure, whatever. But if you’re going to be miserable around him, at least admit that there’s something there."

You threw your hands up in mock frustration. "Okay, fine! Maybe there’s some kind of… I don’t know… tension between us. But it’s not like I want anything from him. He’s just… he's so cold and detached. There’s no way I could—"

“Please,” Coco interrupted, giving you a knowing look. “It’s obvious to anyone who’s ever seen you two together. You hate him, but you also can’t stand being apart from him. The minute he starts being a jerk to you, you snap back. But the minute he does something… even slightly kind, like today, you get all flustered.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you stared into your beer bottle. "I’m not flustered."

Aerum leaned in closer, her tone playful yet serious. “Look, girl, we’ve known you for a long time. We’re not saying you like him—at least, not in the way you think. But it’s clear that you’ve got something with him. Whether it’s hate, chemistry, or whatever else—it’s there. Don’t pretend it’s not.”

You felt a mix of irritation and disbelief. "I don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re just imagining things."

Coco smirked, reaching for her drink. “Tell me this then: when’s the last time you’ve ever been this mad at someone and still wanted to talk to them afterwards?”

You went quiet for a moment, caught off guard by the question. “I don’t want to talk to him.”

“Sure,” Coco said with a raised eyebrow. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You groaned, dropping your head back against the couch. "I didn’t expect him to be like this. It’s been years, and I thought he’d changed. But now I feel like we’re back in med school again, and he’s still acting like the same insufferable guy he always was."

“Well,” Aerum said, her voice a bit more serious now, “he’s probably still carrying a lot of that same baggage. And honestly, I’m not sure it’s just a matter of work. The way he treats you—like you’re beneath him, or like he’s always trying to prove something—it’s so familiar.”

You felt a slight pang in your chest. "Maybe you're right. I just don’t know how to handle it anymore."

Coco nudged you gently. "You don’t have to handle anything. Just keep doing you—you’re brilliant. Don’t let him get inside your head."

Aerum grabbed another piece of Kimbap, her expression turning sly. “But if you ever decide to actually get close to him, just make sure to invite us to the wedding.”

Coco laughed, leaning over to grab her soju bottle. “Yeah, we want to be the first ones to know when it happens.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "You’re both ridiculous."

But despite the banter, you felt lighter. A bit of the weight that had settled on your shoulders after that surgery and the confrontation with Jungkook had lifted.

next

[kyph3r]

BOYFRIEND JUNGKOOK HCS ♡

pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

AN: long time no see!! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა second round of the hc series, yoongi or jin are next !!

SFW HCS-

• like a big puppy when you first start dating, a lot of play fighting

• i feel like he would try to make his confession to you perfect, he gets you flowers and chocolates and has a big speech planned but ends up getting nervous and says something completely different than planned, but it still works!

• wants to hang out with you all the time, he will crash hangouts with your friends to spend time with you (which is sweet but also annoying)

• kisses you like you'll never see each other again it's the most dramatic thing in the world

• "jungkook, i'll only be gone for 30 minutes!" "ah, just one more i'm gonna miss you so much."

• definitely the type to get jealous, very obviously jealous, most of the time the person stealing your attention gets scared of him staring them down and backs off

• but sometimes his stare goes unnoticed and he will simply just walk over and lead you away from them

• sends videos and pictures of bam being cute with the caption “look at our son 🥺”

• a big huge humongous flirt, loves seeing you blush, but sometimes you will say something flirty to him and he'll be stuttering with a bright red face for the rest of the conversation

• would mainly call you baby but every once in awhile he would call you something really corny like sugar plum or apple of my eye to make you embarrassed

• writes you little notes whenever you go out somewhere, sometimes draws little pictures of you guys holding hands or playing with bam and puts it somewhere he knows you'll see

• he's just so boyfriend like idk how else to describe it, he'll get you whatever you want whenever you want, always treating you so well

NSFW HCS-

• when you guys first start having sex, he is very cautious with how he handles you

• once you guys are more comfortable though, he gets a lot rougher with you

• i feel like he's a switch but leans more towards being on top, can easily switch up in the middle of sex

• will not hesitate to slut himself out for your attention, you'll be trying to work on something in peace and he'll come in shirtless with the excuse that "it's too hot"

• isn't a very kinky guy but would be into using toys during sex

• obsessed with making you squirt. like that is his number one goal when fucking you

• the type to manhandle you into a position and hold you down with strong arms, also really likes when you get overstimulated and try squirm out of his manhandling and he just easily overpowers you

• loves showing you his strength, he'll take any chance he gets to pick you up and fuck you against something

• the times when he'll get a bit subby is when you'll ride him, which is something he loves way too much

• seeing you on top of him using him for pleasure just makes him crazy hard

• i feel like he would be the type to really enjoy dry humping, especially first thing in the morning when you're still sleepy

• gets so hard when you dance on him at parties, one minute you're throwing it back on him and the next you're in the bathroom bent over the counter top

• jealous sex is always intense, he'll have you in any position he can think of and make you remind tell him who you belong to (him obv)

• very talkative during sex, always a mix of the sweetest praise and the nastiest dirty talk being whispered in your ear

• aftercare is soothing with him, if he's not too tired he'll give you a massage until you drift off to sleep

[peechglaze]

Guys, I'm begging you.

This is the interaction with Ellie and Dina in the tent, with full punctuation and sentence structure from the official captions.

Dina: My question is.... how would you rate it? Scale of one to ten. Ellie: No. Dina: Come on. You've kissed girls before. You're gay, I'm not. I'm just curious. I wanna know if I'm any good at it. One to ten.

Dina is NOT saying she's bi-curious. She's saying she's curious on how Ellie would rate their kiss. "You're gay, I'm not" isn't meant to be taken at face value.

After this interaction, Dina goes on to talk about if Jesse seems sad to Ellie, and how she hopes that that's just how he is because if it's not, then it's her. Which I interpret as either Dina projecting and not actually talking about Jesse in this moment and talking about herself, or is a way to vaguely gesture at the possibility that Jesse sees how Dina is repressing her feelings and her sexuality, and it's making him sad about the situation or for her.

She rolls over immediately after this and, after a bit of silence, she tells Ellie that she wasn't that high when they kissed. This is her trying to tell Ellie how she feels, how she made the decision to kiss Ellie herself, that it wasn't because she was high and wanted to try things out.

Yeah, Dina isn't as confident in her sexuality as she is in the game- and I do have my own issues with that- but she is not a straight girl stringing Ellie along. She is a girl who has been exclusively with men for all of her dating life, and is realising that her feelings for her girl best friend aren't exactly platonic, and is trying to navigate that. She's a bisexual girl who hasn't realised she can like girl and boys and that's okay.

Is it awkward? Yeah. But I'm sure at least some of you have been in a similar situation.

She gave Ellie so many opportunities to affirm her feelings because she's in denial and/or is scared to make the first move. She's trying so obviously hard to sus out how Ellie feels, which Ellie misinterprets and it's a whole song and dance that we see from baby queers all of the time.

Yes, it's a change to her character, but it's not as big of a change as you all think. She is still bisexual, we're just watching her figure that out.

Slightly off topic but I also don't view her going back to Jesse as her toying with Ellie or playing with her emotions-- because she's bisexual and can still date and have sex with men, but it's also not unusual for her to go and seek comfort in someone she has loved and trusted for a large portion of her life when she is hurting. Especially when she feels somewhat guilty for keeping things from Ellie. She was traumatised and needed love and support. It's not shameful for her to go to Jesse for that, especially as he wasn't there in the lodge. He was there after, but he didn't go through what she and Ellie did. He's removed enough that it probably felt comforting somehow-- a relief. I also doubt Ellie was in any sort of position to properly give her that, which is also not anyone's fault.

Anyway, like I said, I too have some issues with how they're pacing things, but this is not an erasure of her sexuality and character.

[befemininenow]

My coming out as a trans lesbian. (A message to my followers.)

Yes, everyone. I am "gay", or should I say, I'm a lesbian.

This may come as a shock to some of you since I would talk about "hot men" and even make captions about attracting hunks and whatnot. If you notice an absurd amount of those kind of captions surfacing this past week until now, that's because I was dealing with comphet, short for compulsive heterosexuality. In reality, I do not like men nor am I attracted to masculinity.

Why until now? One, it’s because I wanted to wait for the right time to come out and it was coincidentally on Lesbian Visibility Day. Two, it’s something I've been questioning ever since I found out I was trans. This didn’t happen in a day or two. It’s been years and I would have thought I was just pansexual. However, I was not sure whether I genuinely liked boys or if I just liked their validation. It turns out it's only the latter and I was questioning whether I was really gay or just gynosexual. I admit that getting positive reception from them turned me on and I could see the kindness and affection they displayed towards other women (something that really made me euphoric). But the moment you would place me next them for more, say, intimacy (I'm trying to keep it PG), I felt that spark turn off. Don't even get me started when they're bare or worse, send me D-picks (it's so nasty).

Now, I've never did any of that IRL. But, I've tried to interact with them through social sites. Not just in Tumblr, but in other sites like Grindr. If you ever think of creating a Grindr to meet, don't bother. It's hot garbage! All of them were chasers and not a single one was attractive. Only one "guy" seemed to be "cute"; it was a femboy, who was commencing their transition into a woman. Those were the only men I thought I was attracted to, but the reality is: I was only attracted to their femininity, but not their body or intimacy. Femboys are still men and I'm not attracted to men.

That got me questioning: Am I really only liking people for their femininity or do I genuinely only like girls? To make a long story short, I've never felt so much better than imagining myself being the lovely girl... of another girl! I always loved women as a guy, but now that I'm about to transition, being into women as a girl feels so right for me! No more comphet for me!

I know this is not the norm on these kind of blogs as the majority tend to be attracted to masculinity. However, I do want to say that even trans lesbians exist on the feminization scene. That leads me to tell all of you for the next update: You won't be seeing anymore new straight trans girl captions after the first few days of the next month. That's why you saw those kind of captions bombard my blog these past few days. It's just my way of saying "Let me just get it done with". I'm actually glad you enjoyed them, but I just don't feel any connection to those kind of captions anymore. I'll try to upload them when I can since I've been busier than usual.

Anyways, I'm happy you read this very long post. Even if you're not a lesbian, I hope this note at least gives you an insight on not keeping your true feelings locked any longer. Everyone deserves to be themselves. You should too.

Sincerely, Nikki.

[hearts4golbach]

Hiii :) I love your work and I saw that your doing tara x fem reader so I have a request!! So like tara and reader are both famous youtubers. They are already dating but they haven't told a single soul. Everyone already knows reader is a women kisser. So Tara's a bit scared to come out and tell her fans so reader let's tara know that they will be their for her when she comes out. So later that night tara builds up the confidence and posts on her insta a photo of her and reader announcing their relationship and reader comes straight over to taras house to congratulate her for coming out as bi or pan!!!

Straight out of the Closet.

pairing:

Tara Yummy x Fem!Reader.

warnings:

none

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my," you cleared your throat, "best friend, Tara Yummy!"

your voice played back through the video. you admired Tara's smile. Tara was your girlfriend, but very little people knew that.

although all of your fans knew you were bisexual, no one knew Tara was as well. she had always been scared of coming out. she didn't want backlash from some of her fans, and you knew that would break her heart. you never pressured her to come out or announce that you were dating. You liked how calm your relationship was whenever you weren't worried about the publics view.

your phone began to ring. you looked over, seeing Tara's name at the top of the screen. you answered immediately. "Hi, baby."

"Hey," she sounded a little shaken up. "I really want to come out to everyone. I hate keeping us a secret. I wanna post all of those cute photos we take together."

you stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Tar, your true fans will be there for you either way. you know I will be, too."

she sighed. "I know, I just -" she smacked her lips. "I don't know. it's really fucking scary."

"i know. it is really scary, but I know you can do it. I'm ready whenever you're ready, okay?"

she hummed, "Okay. I think im going to do it soon."

"rip the bandaid off, you know?"

"yeah, I know." she sighed once more, "okay. I'm doing it tonight."

"tonight? you're absolutely sure you're ready?" After 7 months of dating, you could tell she was still anxious. you furrowed your eyebrows together with worry.

"yeah, like you said, rip the bandaid off. well, I gotta go, love. I have to stop procrastinating recording this fucking video." you could tell she rolled her eyes when she mentioned recording. she loved her job, but it got overwhelming at points.

"okay, have fun. you got this. call me when you're done."

"mkay, bye."

you said bye as she hung up the phone. you walked back into your room and slumped down into your chair to continue watching your video.

after a couple hours of planning video ideas and mindlessly scrolling on youtube, Tara finally called you back.

"Hey, how was recording?" You greeted.

"it was okay. I did it." she mentioned casually.

you shot up in your chair. "You did it?!" You ran to open up Instagram. the first photo that popped up was a picture of tara cuddled up in your lap. she was placing a kiss on your forehead. the caption read, 'My baby' with you tagged. "Holy shit. I'm coming over."

a giggle slipped from her lips. "Okay! I'll see you when you get here." You could hear how giddy but nervous she was.

you ran out to your car and began to drive to Tara's house. at stop lights, you kept an eye on the posts' comments. so far, they were all positive. you were over the moon for Tara.

you knocked twice before walking into her house. she greeted you in the kitchen with a hug. you gently pressed your lips against hers. "im so proud of you." You tucked her hair behind her ear.

Tara smiled at you. "Have you seen the comments?"

you nodded, "Yeah! they're all good and I'm so happy about that." You sighed.

tara kept her arms wrapped around you. "Thank you for helping me."

"Of course, Tar. you don't have to thank me for that." You furrowed your eyebrows.

she shrugged before pressing her lips onto yours again. "whatever."

[dawntread]

as the light of hope in our world dwindled to mere embers, it is said that the warrior of light took his last breath beside the children whom he loved as his own.

— VIERAPRIL, DAY 10: Free Day / Bad End

hey man, you ever think about in urianger's "vision", the wol and the twins had died together, with the wol positioned in front of them, presumably having perished first? whether or not things actually happened that way, it's fascinating that that's how urianger tells it.

anyway. slightly kicking myself for the lighting hiding some of my favorite parts about this gpose (i was brought to tears having to pose alphinaud's damn hands around yroh'a's) (yeah i like these silly gooses a lot, okay) but the moodiness and bleakness had to be preserved and having bright ass lighting wouldn't be Thematically Appropriate.

but anyhoo - i really couldn't resist. yroh'a has a complex relationship with the twins, feeling both like a friend, a brother, and a parent. she isn't really all that much older than them (~4-5, if i'm remembering correctly); she flips around between feeling way older than she is and still feeling like an aimless, reckless teenager. despite that though, yroh'a's reaction to a couple of kids throwing themselves into dangerous situations is basically going "oh, mine now" - she never actually asked what was up with their family and who exactly was letting a couple of sixteen year olds run around leading armies and fighting wars, having figured the answer would just make her furious on their behalf. but if they were going to be putting their lives at risk for their beliefs, then someone had to be the adult in the room.

other note: yroh'a is referred to as he/him in the caption because to much of the world that's what they are. the only people who really know about their preferences are the scions, other friends they made along the way, and a few of the alliance leaders. so yknow. smth smth depersonalization of the hero again idfk.

[thatsdemko]

fuck it, it’s fine - p.gavi

masterlist

pairings: Pablo gavi x gem!footballer!reader

warnings: mentions of hooking up + some content not intended for minors

a/n: everyone thank miss Olivia Rodrigo for getting me out of a writers block!!!!

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop-, but I can't

THE NEXT DAY | NOW

the tablet is slammed down against the wooden table and shoved towards the edge of the desk where you’re seated. it’s not a pretty sight to look at, your public relations manager, your coach, your teams manager, and an article about your public hook up with a man you’d sworn was nothing but a friend despite previous sexual relations with that ended poorly for you and your team.

“I’ll give you a chance to explain why your tongue was in his mouth.” your teams manager paces the tiny conference room, everyone watches your every move waiting for a response, but nothing comes. your mouth is agape, like it’s ready to move and speak words, but nothing comes. the headline, the images, and the tiny caption below your faces stole every breath you had.

PABLO GAVI SEEN WITH Y/N Y/L/N DESPITE DENYING RUMORS OF PREVIOUS RELATIONS.

the Real Madrid footballer, y/n y/l/n, seen shoving tongue down Pablo gavi’s throat. it was reported the two had many hookups throughout the previous season through anonymous sources.

“how did this happen again?”

“well…”

THAT AFTERNOON

winning your first match of the season is the best feeling. it gives you the clarity in mind that the season could have a great ending or a decent outcome, and with high spirits, you enter the locker room on cloud nine. oh little did you know what was waiting for you.

your team pats each other on the back, hugs for the members who ran the pitch, and showers of water from the plastic bottles to celebrate the first game back. it’s all the things that should bring you into a good mood, except the little device in your hands has other news.

gavi: nice win.

gavi: do you want to come over?

now how could you say no? sure, it’s been a couple of months since your stomach did backflips and your heart nearly shot out of its chest, but could you ever turn down Pablo gavi? absolutely not. even if it was bad for you, and you’d end up spiraling out of control like the last time, you still say what you always do.

you: time and place. I’ll be there.

—

his cheeky little grin makes you want to slap it right off. the minute he opens that door, the second that grin fell onto his lips, you don’t feel a single amount of regret when your lips touch his.

“Aw you missed me?” he chuckles, the vibration of him pulls you closer as you kick the door shut behind you. your lips just grazing each others before he bites your bottom lip with his teeth allowing his tongue to slip inside.

“pretty big ego you got to think I would miss you.” you say. pressing your index finger into his chest, you position your body closer to his, but still with enough space between you both. you can practically feels his cock hardening against you despite the distance between you both. it makes you smile knowing how you quick he was wrapped around your finger.

“I don’t know, rumor has it I’m all you think about.” his smirk makes your brain fuzzy, your pussy throbs like it hasn’t before as you press yourself into him feeling his hardness in his pants. you plant your lips against his, and grab a fistful of his hair allowing his mouth to open for your tongue to slip in , “I guess the rumors are true.”

“aren’t you the guy who says don’t believe everything you read online?” you cross your arms over your chest, subconsciously, pushing them upward and closer together making his eyes fall anywhere but on your face. you like the way he looks at you, and despite where he’s looking, Pablo knew how to give you the attention where you wanted it. maybe that’s why you always crawled back.

a scoff escapes his lips while he shakes his head to snap him out from staring at your chest, “god you drive me wild.”

“good to know I do something to you.” you say it with a sly smile when he unexpectedly turns toward you and presses a kiss to your lips. it wasn’t unlike him to show this sort of affection, but Pablo gavi was more into sex than feelings.

“let’s go out, I want to show you off.”

“showing me off in Barcelona? you must forget who I play for.”

THE NEXT DAY | NOW

his fingers tap against the wood table tops listening to you from start to finish, and when you finally look up, none of their hard facial expressions had fallen. this truly was a bad idea. getting in his car, sucking off his face for millions of people to see, the feeling in your gut is anything but pleasant.

“do you ever make smart decisions?”

your public relations manager laughs, the stress lines on his forehead can tell you every story of stupid decisions you’d made since the move to Madrid. and all of them seemed to start and end with Pablo gavi.

“I’d ban you from seeing him, but what’s the point? I know you’ll go and do it anyway.”

“no sir I’m done with him and anyone in a Barcelona shirt.” you put your hands up in defeat wishing you had a white flag to show you were surrendering to the root cause of frustration from your team.

“get out of my office now, I hope I don’t have to see you here again this season.”

you push yourself out of the chair and bid a goodbye to your three least favorite people out of the entire team and exit the building with not an ounce of pride left in you.

gavi: my place again? I guess I did miss you.

here we go again.

Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

"I only see him as a friend, " the biggest lie I ever said

[vulpixisananimal]

<Null> {Mal Du Pays} [Loop] (Siffrin)

(Polaris is from @neoncityrain )

<Captions, lights, action.>

(You jumped downstairs two at a time, Ramos right behind you. Second take, the heros bravely fight the Sadness. You'll win this time, right?)

{Focus.}

(Like that'll be easy with both of you around.)

{We'll keep quiet, then.}

(You got to the main room, again. Frozen Odile, Bonnie and Nille. No sign of Vixul or Wren. And, of course, the sadness stood dominant above all. Like last time, Nille got distracted by you and got hit, too fast to react.)

". . S-SIS!!" (Bonnie screamed, like last time.)

(You breathed in, and out. Settling so easy into the routine, the script. Mirabelle stepped into the doorway outside moments later, and like last time, you warned her not to unfreeze Odile.)

"What the blinding-" (You look to your side, Polaris had followed you downstairs. He looked worried.)

"You should run, we can take care-"

(You're cut off by him punching you in the shoulder.) "Don't tell me what to do!" (He took an offensive stance, pulling out some needles from, somewhere.)

<Don't strain yourself. It's you, Ramos, Bonnie, Polaris, and Mirabelle. One more than last time. As long as you focus, and->

(Now is not the time, you shake your head. The sadness was looking at every one of you, one at a time, before settling its sight at Mirabelle. Bonnie slipped away while it was distracted, getting back into their backline position. Mirabelle looked at you from across the room and nodded, waiting for your mark.)

(You glanced at Polaris.) "Are you sure? It's not a normal sadness."

"What do YOU think." (He huffed. You nodded, turning to Ramos.)

"Ramos?"

"I'm ready, Sif!" (They responded. Alright. Are we ready?)

{I am.}

<Put those stones in, helps me focus.>

(. . . Weird, but fine. You take out those stones, and put them in your ear. You hear music.)

"Then lets go." <You dash in, holding out your hand and swiping, time to hit Rock Bottom, heh.>

<The attack connects in a flash of darkless stars, a strong hit, so it IS weak to rock, just immune sometimes, for some reason. The sadness screams and you jump back.>

(You feel a small jolt run up your spine and make your hair stick out on end, glancing over, Polaris had flicked out two fingers, energy crackling around him. You felt lighter on your feet.)

(Ramos time, they used the new speed to dash in with their own rock attack, unleashing a flury of blows from their tonfas before jumping back.)

(Keeping up the rhythm, Mirabelle claps her hands, enveloping you all in her shield, it still feels warm. No worrying about being frozen now.)

{The sadness looked at you with fury. Move, it's about to attack.}

<You jump back, narrowly escaping the claw that looked like it could pierce air.>

"Keep it up!" (You snap your fingers with a lightless spark. Your feet felt light.)

(You felt a breeze as Polaris rushed past you, fast. He ducked under the sadness and plunged a few large needles into it, and he was out before the sadness even let out a scream. You chuckled.)

(Crackling energy? Static craft skill?) "Gotta say Polaris, you shock me."

"Oh shut UP." (He makes a face. Right on the money, then?)

"Well I thought it was funny!" (Ramos yells while getting in for another strike.) "Electrifying, even."

"I'm leaving, you guys can fight on your own." (Polaris pouted.)

"P-please can we keep this untill after!?" (Mirabelle yells, she focused and clapped, you felt stronger.)

<Scissors, Scissors-rock, Scissors-paper, and, hmm, also scissors? And the sadness is weak to rock. It'll heal, and it'll protect itself. We need a plan.>

(The sadness roared, dashing and swiping at Polaris, not fast enough, he took the hit and flew back. He took a knee, bleeding from the mouth, but not K.Oed.)

{Hit it hard, and fast. Kill it in one hit, before it can respond and defend itself.}

(You run over to Polaris, focusing hard and breathing, willing the wounds to heal, and offering a hand. So, we have to take it down in one hit? How!)

<A jackpot cold work.>

"Starsdammit-" (Polaris let out a groan.) "Do, do you even have a plan?"

"I do, actually." <You turn to the other party members.> "Let's set up for one big attack!"

"Sounds good!" <Ramos nods, going back in for another strike.>

<Mirabelle rushes next to you and Polaris.> "A-Are you alright?"

"No but that's fine." (Pol responded, getting ready for whatever came next.) "Blind it if I'm dying easy."

"Okay just. . ." (She starts, then huffs, turning to you.) "Are you sure that plan will work?"

<No.> "I'm sure of it."

<She nodded, and guarded. She's important. If anyone is frozen, only she can unfreeze them.>

(The sadness lashed out, catching Ramos just a bit. Your turn, you rush in with your own rock skill, hitting the sadness with the hilt of your knife then dancing back.)

"Hey crab face!!" (Bonnie whizzes past you, tossing you and the others tonics. Snack duty, just like before, huh? You thank Bonbon and drink it.)

(You snap your fingers again.) "Ramos, now!"

"On it!" (Spurred on by your words, Ramos counterattacks, hiting fast and low, they looked tired, it was an intense fight, after all. Just one more good hit.)

(Polaris waited, rubbing his own cloak, you could feel craft energy building. Getting ready for the big attack? Smart. Mira ran to Ramos and clapped, healing them up.)

(The sadness looked ragged, on the back foot, as it were. You all weren't letting up, both you, Polaris, and Ramos were all so fast, and Mirabelle wasn't that far behind. It roared, and clapped its hands together.)

<That must be like before, a shield.>

"What was that?" <Polaris looked on edge.>

"A shield." <You respond.> "It'll block some attacks, we need to break it, then. . ."

"I GOT IT!!!" <From what looks like out of NOWHERE Bonnie rushed in. You reach to stop them but it was too late, they rush in, the sadness swings, hesitates, and Bonnie gets the hit in.>

"Polaris!!" (No time to be distracted! Now's your chance! Bonnie got away safely, so.) "Go!!!"

"Right!" (He threw needles at the sadness, a few sticking in the thing before Pol threw a scissors sign. Craft energy crackled, and the Sadness siezed up.)

"Ramos!!" (The two of you nod at each other dashing forward, holding out your craft signs, both of your craft skills colliding with the sadness, it collapses.)

"Mira!!" (You turn as you land, sweating, just in time to see Mirabelle rush forward with her rapier and squewer the sadness.)

<. . . . It doesn't scream.>

(. . . You breathe out.)

[Mirabelle is now level 48]

[Ramos is now level 23.]

[Polaris is now level 38.]

(You're panting, is, is it over? Did, you do it?)

<Did it in two? We're getting better.>

{Don't get relaxed, you two.}

(The sadness is staring at Mirabelle, unmoving. Mira steps back, she's breathing heavy, and shaking.)

"Did, stars did we do it?" (Polaris collapsed backwards, Bonnie runs over to Mira.)

(You hop up and rush over to the sadness, it, still wasn't moving. Was it dead?)

(. . . You poke the sadness with your dagger.)

(It crumbles into dust.)

"Oh CRAB!!!"

"No way. . ."

"We did it?!?"

"I, I think." (You're smiling.) "I, think we actually did-"

(THUNK)

(You turn. Mirabelle is lying on the floor.)

"'BELLE?!?"

"M-iss?!?"

"W-what just-?!?"

(You all run over to her, what's going on?!? What, just, what just happened?!?! Polaris is paniced, Bonnie is shaking her, Ramos is checking her pulse, you, you, you-)

{Calm d-}

(What's going on she, she, s-she, she's--)

"I-is she okay?!?" (Bonnie's looking at Ramos.)

"I- I don't-" (They're panicked, shaking.)

"She's- do you, smell-"

(You're hyperventilating, smell, smell, you smell it, burnt sugar, searing, strong, disgusting, and, and, s-so, so strong.)

"M-maybe it's her heart?!?"

"I wouldn't know!!"

(You can't focus you can't think you can't breath you can't scream you can't cry you can't hide you can't run you can't, can't, can't.)

(Your mouth is numb. You have static in your ears. Your head is screaming.)

(You-)

"F-frin. . ?"

(You look up. Bonnies crying.)

(You feel a tug. On. Your. Stomach.)

[minsu-the-cowardly-human]

While browsing for Min Su and Thanos content I found a post that compared the scene where Sang Woo betraying Ali in the marble game to Min Su betraying Se-Mi in the mingle game by choosing to beat her in rock paper scissors, going with Thanos n Nam-Gyu instead of finding a third with her with the caption "every betrayal begins with trust"

My immediate reaction was basically this:

But also I don't think it's the same, necessairly (going off of memory here so feel free to correct me)

Firstly, Min Su wasn't really in a position of power in the sense that Thanos didn't choose one of them, he wanted them to play rock paper scissors instead. Which is fucked to put people in the position of. Sang Woo was 100% in a position of power more since Ali trusted him. A lot, yknow?

Secondly, I don't know exactly what I would have liked to happen necessairly but Sang Woo of course knew 100% that Ali would die by giving him pebbles. Min Su effectively took a gamble to save his own ass. Is it still fucked? Yeah. But he didn't know for 100% certain she would die. Plus he paid for it a little by Thanos not picking him for the next round n him kinda being in the same position he put Se-Mi in last round.

Idk if I explained this very well but they feel similar in the fact that they're both fucked but one is more fucked up.

Or maybe I'm just a Min Su apolgist lol idk.

[pearsandrust]

i never post about genshin on here because i quit for good last year but i do kind of miss the sumeru cast so here's some quick surface-level analysis to cope with the hole in my heart. i am not editing this at all so it will likely be totally incoherent, but here goes:

language & wisdom

sumeru's character lore plays on the concept of "communication", which fits in well with the academic focus of the nation. each character represents a different form of communication: notably, kaveh communicates through art, nilou through body language, and dehya through fighting. we also get interesting tidbits about communication in candace and cyno's stories -- candace makes the conscious decision to negotiate through talks rather than violence, and cyno notes that he makes jokes to make people feel more at ease. in both cases, the characters break tradition and/or stereotypes about them through the use of language.

to add to this, i consider alhaitham the "emblem" character of sumeru (despite cyno being in the travail trailer) because. well. linguistics major. he's accordingly well-versed in manipulations of language -- for example, being sarcastic simply because he finds it interesting.

but interestingly enough, nahida seems to imply that alhaitham is not truly wise, which we can see from how nahida uses language compared to him. while alhaitham speaks pretty bluntly and tends to not use many figurative devices (at least as far as i remember), nahida is full of odd metaphors. her speech almost has a poetic vibe; this both demonstrates a higher degree of "freedom" with language and shows that nahida's idea of wisdom is more closely associated with art than alhaitham might think. she corroborates this by saying that of the sumeru cast, kaveh is actually the person she believes to be closest to her idea of true wisdom.

while i don't think the writers got this across very well, the events of the story are supposed to take each character beyond their original communicative style. for example, alhaitham has to confront cyno in a fight, deceive the sages through acting (body language, like nilou), and briefly Do Politics as acting grand sage. pretty interesting, but i'm unfortunately not sure if it led to any meaningful development in the end.

the importance of memory

this point is going to be a lot less coherent, but basically: the dendro archon being the avatar of irminsul creates an inherent link between memories and wisdom, which we see in the characters as well.

coming back to the point of kaveh being closest to nahida's ideal of wisdom -- kaveh is a character who is firmly influenced by his own past. a lot of his actions are motivated by the guilt he feels. he also understands the importance of making memories; one of his hangout event endings has the caption "the positive feelings you gain will get you through the long and difficult years". on top of that, he has two hangout endings where he emphasizes that his present suffering is nothing compared to the legacy he hopes to leave behind -- another form of preservation through memory.

with this in mind, the reason that scaramouche cannot become a god of wisdom is not because he lacks power -- it is because he cannot come to terms with his past. nahida even says that although he may have the abilities of a god now, he still has the mind of a mortal. and that is because he is always trying run, always trying to leave behind the last thing that hurt him. if wisdom is fundamentally tied to memory, then those who choose to bury their pasts entirely cannot be truly wise.

there's a lot more to talk about -- mind control, childhood, dreams, that time-stop place under the desert, etc. sumeru is very far from perfect (cOUGH hyv stealing pieces of existing cultures and then refusing to acknowledge the rest of them COUGH), but the story had such great potential. potential that might have been ultimately wasted, but hey, that's what fanworks are for, right?

[jokeroutsubs]

ENG SUB: JokerOutSubs x RADIOaktivno collab: Joker Out – Šta bih ja

Audio + CC link here

We want to thank once again Boštjan Najžar from RADIOaktivno podcast (Facebook, YouTube), for collaborating with us for a third time. We’ve previously worked with him on the English subtitles for the 'Umazane misli' album presentation and 'Demoni' album presentation. Please check them out, if you haven’t seen them yet.

We’d also like to extend our sincere gratitude for the shout out during the interview! Acknowledgements of our hard work and positive comments like this keep us going, and the whole team was so pleasantly surprised! It is very much appreciated!

Credits: Transcript and translation by @kurooscoffee and an anonymous member of JokerOutSubs, proof read by IG GBoleyn123, captions by @kurooscoffee and X pastellibianchi.

Transcript below the cut👇

Host: Bojan from Joker Out is with me. Hi.

Bojan: Hi, hi!

New songs are slowly trickling towards completion, or not?

Bojan: Let's say 'slowly trickling', is a very good expression, yes.

So is the creative process also slower because of all your other occupations or not?

Bojan: Yeah, these concerts are a bit of a distraction, the heat outside certainly doesn't have the best effect on working before four or five in the afternoon, so the pace isn't the fastest, but I still think that it's the right one for this moment.

And if you also look at last year, would you say it was a great year?

Bojan: Yeah, that year was… Really, to say dreamlike would be an understatement, because even when we were dreaming, we couldn't have imagined that, so, truly unbelievable.

After all, 'Carpe Diem' was the most played Slovenian song?

Bojan: Yeah, yeah. It's true.

And then there's the golden record in Finland.

Bojan: Yeah, we never imagined that we'd get a golden record in Finland before we got it in Slovenia, but here you go, anything can happen.

And you have also literally taken Slovene around the world.

Bojan: We have, yes. Which is a very interesting phenomenon, that can't be fully grasped either by the locals in the places that we visit, nor by us, but it's beautiful and very magical to come to a new place every time and to hear the people, whom you actually can't differentiate, while they're in the crowd, from the Slovenian audience, in terms of singing.

The 'See You Soon' tour is also behind you. That was an actual, real, tour. How did you experience all this?

Bojan: Yeah, now we've actually experienced this, let's say, a tour as we imagined it from music documentaries and films from abroad and I have to say that it was a really good mixture of intensity and pleasure. We went into all of it, I'd say, quite maturely and professionally, so that we could make it through all the concerts healthy, and get one hundred percent out of ourselves at each location. So it'll forever be one of those very, very, very beautiful memories.

I guess it all requires quite a bit of physical fitness as well?

Bojan: Yeah, which, honestly, I'll speak for myself, I don't have, but cardio at concerts somehow meets at least the basic needs.

But it looks different on stage. You're always in good shape there, when I see the various clips online.

Bojan: Yes, exactly! I'm somewhat in shape on stage, but offstage, (laughs) unfortunately, not so much.

You've already played new songs on the tour and one of them has now become a single. It's the song 'Šta bih ja'.

Bojan: Mhm.

This time in Serbian.

Bojan: Yeah. 'Šta bih ja' was basically the first song that we did in London, when we went to make music for the third studio album and somehow, already in the rehearsal space, it suited the band the most. And the first time we played it live, it was apparently also very well… it had a very good response from the audience and we stuck to the song and we recorded it in the studio as the first one and released it as the first single, because it was kind of expected by the fans.

Considering the activities that you all have in the band, or that you have yourself, then you don't have either a house or an address?

Bojan: Unfortunately, no. (laughs)

In that case, maybe you prefer to offer or give out hotel addresses to everyone?

Bojan: Yeah, yeah. You could find a lot of hotel addresses because we've tried out plenty this year.

There's also an animated video that accompanies the song?

Bojan: Yes, the music video is… actually the work of one of our fans. On his Instagram profile, for each of our songs, he posted 15- to 20-second video animations which we always thought were, I'd say, original, different, and we decided that we wanted to do something different for this one and something that we haven't tried before, so we contacted our friend and asked him if he could make a music video. Fortunately, he responded with a positive answer, so we are very satisfied with how this came out. And again, involving the fans in our work somehow completes the picture and gives it an overall conclusion.

You mentioned earlier, Bojan, that you're preparing a new album, when can we expect it?

Bojan: You can expect it, let's say, by the end of October at the latest, I hope, and if not, certainly by the end of the year.

Will you be switching between languages on the album as well, Serbian, Slovenian, English?

Bojan: Absolutely, yeah. All three languages. will be present on the album.

When will there be a song from you in Finnish? Considering the fact that you did pretty well with Finnish?

Bojan: Oh! It's not in the plans as of yet, but I'd say that if things continue developing the way they are at the moment, something like that could happen very quickly, yes.

Because Käärijä's latest single is also a collab, or rather, a 'featuring', if I remember correctly. It was released not long ago.

Bojan: Yeah, yeah, yeah! He recorded the latest collab with Joost Klein, a Dutch musician, so, I don't know, well, maybe, like I'm saying, there may be some kind of a collaboration, or even an independent Finnish project in the future.

We'll say more when the album comes out, so we don't break the tradition.

Bojan: Right

By the way, the two interviews that we've done (T/N: 'Umazane misli' & 'Demoni' album presentations), have already been translated into English by a team that also works for you, or rather supports you.

Bojan: That's right, JokerOutSubs, who diligently review the materials about us on a daily basis, as they come out, and translate them into English and many other languages, so one huge huge hello to them, and a big thank you.

As I said, the song 'Šta bih ja' is now released. When is 'Bluza' coming?

Bojan: 'Bluza' is coming in the near future, but to be completely honest, I have no idea when we're planning to release it.

But now, on the air, we'll hear the recent one, 'Šta bih ja'. Bojan, šta bih ja radio? ('Bojan, what would I do?')

Bojan: Šta bih ja u ovoj crnoj noći bez tebe radio? ('What would I do in this black night without you?')

ŠTA BIH JA

Everyone: We are Joker Out!

Bojan: And you're listening to RADIOaktivno.

[novemberdrift]

Omg your witches forest Colby fic was SO GOOD you should write fluff for Sam 🙏

𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 | sam golbach x gender neutral reader

summary: sleeping in + breakfast in bed from your boyfriend, after a party in the traphouse a/n: sorry this is pretty short, the request was vague so i tried my best :) words: 900

you wake up to a sudden noise, blaring across the room. sams phone jolted loudly on his bedside table, vibrating against the wood. holding your hands to your ears, you hear a groan, and feel a visible presence leaving the bed.

peeking your eyes open, you see your boyfriend standing up, on his phone attempting to turn of the alarm. you watched as he kept mis clicking the off button.

he let out a frustrated sigh of relief, before averting his eyes to you. sam frowns, upset he had awaken you so early, after a party. he climbs back into bed, his arms surrounding you. "i'm sorry baby, i had no idea i had an alarm set." he mumbled huskily into your neck.

yawning, you replied. "it's okay, m just tired."

in seconds, a pounding feeling attacks your head, causing you to wince. your hand flies to your forehead, holding it tightly. "fuck." you grumble.

sam looks at you, remorseful for letting you drink so much the night before. he should've been watching you more carefully. "hey, it's okay, we don't have to move at all." he smiles at you, getting into a more comfortable position so he's able to hold you against his chest.

you squint, your mouth dry, sticky with thick saliva. sam notices you swallowing a few times, before handing over his waterbottle to you.

the instant relief of cold water hits your throat, and you moan at the feeling, before passing it back to him. he gazed at you, seeing you curl up into his chest and holding onto him.

you felt his hand graze your cheek, you pulling up the comforter to cover both of you again. "you're so beautiful y/n." you hear, before you drift back to sleep, it overtaking you.

he looks at you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky. he thinks back to the first time he met you, almost two years ago.

colby had invited him to one of his friends parties, and you were there, upstairs sitting alone on a beanbag. that night you had lost all your energy within the first hour, deciding to distance yourself from the loud noise.

when he saw you from across the room, his jaw dropped, himself in awe at the person infront of him. he remembers how nervous he was approaching you. at first it was rocky, but once you truly began chatting and opening up to eachother, sam fell in love, realizing how amazing and genuine you were.

he sighs, reminiscing, still observing your sleeping presence.

sam felt horrible that you were dealing with a hangover, and wanted to make the experience the farthest from miserable for you, so he slowly retreated away, trying not to wake you once more before heading into the kitchen.

he had always dreamed of being a house husband, making food and taking care of the house, so having the opportunity to make you breakfast in bed made him so excited.

taking precautions, he slowly took out the pans, not wanting to have them clash and wake you up. sam wasn't too sure on exactly what to make, so he went with a classic traditional breakfast in bed.

he turned the knobs on the stove, and set the pans on the burners. waiting for them to heat up, he grabbed two champagne glasses, filling one with orange juice, and the other apple, knowing you enjoy both.

after about thirty minutes, sam had finished cooking, now plating all of the food aesthetically before taking a picture of it to post onto his instagram story. he wrote a caption for it. 'surprising my girlfriend with breakfast in bed :)'

he felt so proud of himself, and giddy to see your reaction. he made sure to include eggs, bacon, toast, crepes, a croissant and some fruits.

setting his phone back down, he carried the tray up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. he placed it carefully onto the bed, before slightly opening the curtains to let some sun in.

sam rubbed your shoulder, waking you up gently.

you yawned, seeing him sitting infront of you. he smiled happily then normal, and then you noticed the tray on the bed. it took a few seconds until you realized what that meant and why it was there, but when it clicked you launched into his arms, hugging him tight. "awh sammm."

he chuckles. "i thought you would like some breakfast in bed." you begin to tear up, never experiencing someone care about you as much as sam did. "babyy." he says to soothe you, still rubbing your back. "you have a whole platter to eat, it's going to cool down."

you giggled, sniffling slightly. you reached out to one of the glasses, drinking juice, before biting into a croissant. "thank you sam, really." you say, as he watches you. "you better eat some too."

sam beamed, immediately grabbing a fork and taking a few bites from the eggs. he sat you on his lap, and you continued to enjoy breakfast together, taking the rest of the day to relax, and love eachother.

and eventually, you yawned once more, in the arms of your boyfriend. "i love you y/n."

"i love you too sam."

[strawglicks]

Thoughts on Flint's Previous Job

I've had thoughts about this since the beginning but i was a coward and never said anything, so the time has come to break my silence!!! Let's talk about Flint Bonpyre's previous work.

Flint used to be a member of the Fire Control Authority for 10 YEARS. This is the only employment history he has on record.

They mention this job in their personal statement as well, saying:

"hoping that my abilities could benefit C.O.G.S. Inc., and would be appreciated here in a way they weren't in my previous career. It's, um, apparently possible to burn down "too many" trees in a controlled burn...whoops..."

Flint feels that he wasn't appreciated at his old job, which, as a reminder, he worked at for 10 years straight. 10 years of feeling underappreciated.

They specialized in controlled burns but kept burning down too many trees. But the way they talk about it intrigues me. The use of the word "apparently" and the quotes around "too many" reads as if Flint doesn't actually believe they were in the wrong. They don't think there's a such thing as burning down "too many" trees. They wish they could burn as much as they like with no limitations, and is looking for some kind of position where this aggressive firepower will be praised rather than looked down on, hence "I'm hoping to just lend more firepower to help snuff out some of COGS Inc.'s more Toony problems".

Despite Flint thinking he was right, he still says "whoops" at the end of that statement. He's just used to apologizing whenever things go wrong instead of putting his foot down for what he believes. Flint doesn't want to correct what they did wrong in their previous position, because they don't think they did anything wrong. They just want a job that will encourage and appreciate their reckless arson with no limitations. COGS Inc. serves as that job, seeing as he is encouraged to burn as many toons as he pleases. His special Barnburner attack is also captioned as him "going all out", meaning he's pushing himself to his fullest potential there. He is flourishing in this job when he is able to burn toons.

I also think the amount of time Flint worked their old job plays a part here. Despite feeling underappreciated and never being encouraged to use their full potential, they stuck around for 10 years. I imagine, Flint being a doormat, simply put up with it all that time despite being unhappy.

Flint felt he'd been wronged by his previous job and sought out a position that would appreciate him.

While we're at it, we should speak on this bit of lore:

Despite the fact Flint likes setting things on fire, they panicked when they damaged company property. They're perfectly fine going all out on toons because they are actually ENCOURAGED to do so, but this is a different situation. The fact he started crying and was extremely apologetic shows how anxious they are about screwing up, especially when it might anger the company he works for. Not necessarily because he feels bad, but because it could get him in trouble. He could lose the respect and appreciation he's after. (this also reminds me of how he looks up to cosmo and wants respect from him yet has conflict with his satellites BUT thats another ramble for another day)

There's a huge possibility he picked up on this behavior due to his old job, where he was constantly screwing up and presumably being walked all over for a decade. This situation brought him back to that environment and it warranted an extreme reaction. Being underappreciated and potentially mistreated at your job for 10 years could definitely cause a high level of anxiety and doormat behavior. They've developed a habit to apologize constantly even if they don't feel bad in order to continue being respected by their higher-ups.

The day he walked out of that old job was probably a good one for him.