#''survived'' is a strong word though let's be real 😭

[legowolas]

I think we all deserve this:

[ID: A gold award ribbon with text on it that reads "I survived the summer 2023 transfer window". End ID.]

[lowkeyrobin]

Hii!! Is it possible to request a Minho x Reader Angst fic? I don’t have any real ideas for what i just rlly like angst😭

Anyway make sure you’re looking after yourself!!

YES 🙏🙏 I concocted the perfect idea for this so I hope you enjoy! ; thank you for requesting!! ; I wrote like a good chunk of this in geometry and physical science so this is actually kinda good lol ; also this is so damn long for me what the FUCK. ; also a bit of inspo in the end thanks to she by jelly roll...

MINHO ; they

summary ; minho loses you again

warnings ; language, guns & gun violence, explosions/bombs, death, he rips off your wckd jacket & top (not sexual), and a panic attack

disclaimers ; top ten most unneeded deaths in cinema

track ; she, jelly roll (again, not a word)

word count ; 2.5k

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Minho lost everything he'd been able to remember once he left the Glade, including you.

You were a smart thinker, which confused him as to why you stayed back with Gally and the other skeptics who didn't want to find escape in the maze. He tried so hard to convince you to come, but with such little time, he couldn't.

He'd spent months imprisoned mourning the loss of your presence. He didn't know how to function without you. He wondered where you were all the time, if you were even alive or not. He'd been wishing the best in your fate, in the scorch and back in the hands of WCKD. He missed your dorky smile and infectious laughter, hoping one day he could hear it again, even in the stars that he oh-so-missed gazing with you.

Your name scorched his heart every time it was spoken. Your face was engraved in his brain, to the point every time he thought of or imagined you, he'd fight back tears to stay strong. You were weaponized against him, being used to create false memories and episodes to help them find a cure.

Every time he'd wake up from a real dream where you were present, he'd end up in tears, to then have to cradle himself back to sleep. He'd been confined like this for months, then another few days before the bust. It was so, so much worse in the Last City, he'd rather have died in some horrific train crash then have missed his chance at freedom.

However, you survived. Gally did, too, though, even after Minho pierced his chest with a spear.

You'd joined some revolution gang together, learning to use guns and join the ranks. You'd been given bulletproof vests once you proved your worth, officially becoming part of the team.

Reuniting with Thomas, Fry, and Newt was a story in itself, but knowing, or at least hoping, that you'd see Minho again made your heart race in your chest. Gally took Thomas and Newt out to explore the perimeter of the city, letting you reconnect and catch up with Fry and get to know Brenda and her father figure Jorge.

Brenda grew fond of you quickly, liking your badassery and passion to overthrow WCKD. She knew you weren't into trying to kill innocents and understood that you wanted bullets in Janson's and Paige's heads, and you were willing to do it for free.

You showed her and Fry how to use the electro-guns, two you'd stolen from WCKD guards that defended the city walls. They're good for torture, but it was never your taste of tea, you left the others to do the sick shit. You wanted your friends back, you didn't even know they'd been free up til earlier today.

Once the trio came back, they set up a plan that you and Gally jumped in on to deflect and suggest ideas. It was set for tomorrow night, and you didn't know how to process it. You try not to think of Minho the rest of the night, which you awfully fail at, as you'd fallen asleep thinking of him.

You play out your role over and over again, overthinking every single detail down to the grade of gun you'd have strapped to your side. Gally, now your close friend after all this time together, could see your nervousness and anticipation.

"You okay?" He asks, leaning on the railing to your shared bunk bed. You slept on the bottom, him on the top.

You nod, arms sprawled over the top of your pillow, basically holding it like it was going anywhere. "I'm good. Nervous"

He nods, "It'll be alright, we're gonna get him back"

You'd stolen WCKD gaurd suits, your first priority. You and Gally walk around the perimeter of the building post getting the kids on the bus. Your masks are up to avoid any real guards noticing that you're fakes. He holds his bulky gun across his chest, while yours is angled with the safety on across your back. A hand rests over the pistol on your side.

You can feel your heart pounding behind your ribcage, the anticipation of seeing Minho and taking down WCKD killing you. Gally pats your shoulder for reassurance and nods forward silently, wanting to pick up the pace.

You notice explosions in the distance, firey flames illuminating the sky.

As you walk under the main area, you notice a fire extinguisher land in the modern pool, splashing water into the air as it sinks to the bottom. You hear yells, then three bodies plop into the pool. You and three other guards behind you run to the scene, while you and Gally lag behind, knowing who just showed up.

Thomas, Newt, and Minho rise out of the water, floating over to the side after Thomas sends Janson, standing in the bay of the window, maybe twenty stories high, a middle finger. They wade over to the edge and pull themselves out, guards hold them at gunpoint, leaving their faces shaken and in despair.

Gally acts first, shoving one of the guards into the pool, then you pistol whip the one on your right, and you together knock out the last guy. The boys stare at you two, confused as to why two guards had apparently saved them, their questions are quickly answered as Gally rips his mask off.

"Hey"

"Oh, you bloody genius!"

"Oh, shit"

"What the hell?" Minho mutters.

Laying your eyes on him again, even though that mask, it brought you nearly to tears. Seeing his eyes, so tired, his body clearly so weak from the mental and physical stress, your heart broke for him. You make sure your handheld gun had the safety on before tucking it away properly.

"Long story" Gally replies to Minho, knowing what he was thinking.

Minho, still in genuine shock, adrenaline coursing through his veins, looks to you, wondering if you were maybe Brenda or Fry. You bite the inside of your cheek before pulling your mask off, softly smiling at Minho.

Newt and Thomas smile, Newt much more weak, as he was beginning to crank out.

"Y/n?" He questions in disbelief. "How- am I dreaming again?"

You quickly pound the boy into a hug, the moisture from his body rubbing off onto your red and grey outfit. The mask lays on the concrete, where Gally kicks it into the water, same with his.

You hear him begin to sob, holding onto you so tightly in fear you'd disappear like all the times before. You rub his back with your dominant hand, which trails up his spine toward his nape.

"I thought you were dead" He cries, "They've been using you in those simulations-"

"It's okay." You softly speak, "We have to go, you can tell me all about it later"

He nods, eyes still widened in shock and confusion as you follow the other three as they quickly flee the scene.

You take cover by some bushes, leaving Newt on the side to rip his jacket off as he sweats profusely. The veins in his neck were bulging out of his skin, colored a matte black.

You couldn't help but stare, unable to listen to the others talk. You quickly rush to his aid, wanting to help him be the most comfortable he possibly could be.

You crouch down next to him, giving him some reassuring words that he'd be okay. You help him to his feet, where Minho is at your side.

Gally and Thomas lead the way as another explosion rings through the air near you. You duck your head as some loose shrapnel lightly hits your skin, thankfully not enough force given to puncture your face.

The explosions only become worse as you run through a little diner, having no alternate route around as the city was being blown to smithereens.

"God damnit, we said blow up the entrance, not the whole damn city"

Newt falls to the ground, too weak to walk as black ooze drips from his lips. Glass explodes behind you, in which you quickly shove Minho to the ground in front of you to protect him. You cover your head, letting the glass shards hit your protected back.

He gasps for air for a moment as Thomas and Gally prop him up against a safe wall, trying to talk to him. You and Minho follow suit, making a quick plan to go get the temporary cure from Brenda and Jorge, and run back to give it to Newt.

"Stay strong for me, okay?" Minho speaks, his hands on the blonde's shoulders.

He nods, his eyes clearly lost in a daze, his vision blurry and wobbly.

Minho pats his shoulder before standing up, letting you give him a nod of reassurance. You and Gally follow Minho, weapons drawn to protect him as he leads with his quick sprinting skills.

You three get one last look at Newt and Thomas before fleeing, working your way through the maze of buildings and explosions to get to your friends. Gally shoots a guard at his side while you do the same at about a 10'o'clock radius.

"This way!"

You follow Minho, the explosions so loud that they defeaned gunshots. The battery on your stolen WCKD gun runs out, and you toss it to the side, resorting to using your pistol to defend your friends. Another bomb nearly knocks you off your feet, causing you to stumble into Minho.

"Sorry!" You shout over the noise.

"You okay?" He shouts back, helping you balance on your feet again.

"Yeah!" You quickly reply, nodding forward for him to continue running to get the cure.

You make it down to the Berg, where Fry, Brenda and Jorge await your arrival.

"The cure!"

"We can't leave him here like this"

"We can't take him back-"

"We have to, please"

"It's too dangerous, we won't make it back to the Berg in time, or we'll get blown up carrying him!"

You stand at Minho's side, looking down at the blonde haired boy as he stands up. He wipes the tears from his eyes, looking at you.

"We have to leave him, Minho"

He nods, slowly placing the cure in Newt's cold hand. He takes one last look at him before turning away, waiting for anyone to speak and give orders.

Brenda speaks up again, deciding to get back to the Berg as fast as possible. You all follow her, guns out, ready to shoot whoever you had to at this point.

Minho turns to you as you run side by side, "Why are you here? Why are you putting yourself in the face of danger? To save me or something?"

You give him a little head tilt to act as a shrug, "You called"

"What?"

You shake your head, deciding to explain it once you were in the hands of safety. An explosion, which cause the ground to rumble beneath you, knocks you all off your feet and onto the hard concrete.

You all groan in pain, having fallen all over each other. Brenda had fallen onto Fry, and they both stumble to the side, apologizing to one another profusely. You'd fallen onto Minho, of course, and help him back to his feet.

You feel lightheaded, your face growing cold, odd for the amount of heat and fire and running around you'd been doing. You lean onto the boy, feeling woozy, as maybe you'd stood up to fast.

Then you fall to your knees, some invisible force knocking you down, your cargo pants ripping at the knees from the impact.

"Y/n!" You hear Minho shout, his voice echoey in your ears.

You hear three gunshots coming from each Fry, Gally, and Brenda. You look back, seeing a WCKD guard fall on their back after taking three shots to the head and chest. Minho's hands rest on your shoulder and on your cheek as he calls your name, asking if you're okay. You see his eyes glance down, where he quickly looks back up to not scare you.

You stand up, numb to any pain. He follows, making sure you're able to keep balance on your feet. He quickly rips off the bulletproof vest for you and your jacket, revealing the wound right under your collar bone.

You look down at it, then look back up at him, eyebrows furrowed. You look to the other three, eyes widened in shock and fear. Another explosion pops a few hundred yards away, shaking the ground again, though not enough to knock you all down once more.

Minho quickly shouts for anything he can use to keep pressure on the wound. He held his hand over it, as the bleeding was horrible at the moment. His hands are covered in your blood, considering the bullet that shot you went clear through you. You notice the bullet a few feet away, light flickering off of it as it rolls into the street where multiple bloody bodies lay.

Minho rips a piece of his shirt and stuffs it into the exit wound, ordering you to hold it there. He pulls you along as you continue running through the city. Your left arm rests over Minho's shoulders, not wanting to upset your other side. Considering moving, it would only agitate it more, and you were trying to keep pressure on the wound anyway.

As you reach the final yards to reach the Berg where Jorge and Vince wait, you collapse to your knees again, landing face first in the debris covered concrete. Minho falls with you, your weight having dragged him down. He tries to pull you up but notices the pool of blood forming around you. A thin, but large pool.

He calls your name over and over, then flips you on your back, where blood sputters out of your mouth. He quickly pulls you up, your back now held up by Brenda and Fry, who were quick to turn back. Gally crouches down on one knee and slowly removes the cloth from the wound, absolutely drenched in crimson.

"No, no, no, no. Not now! Y/n, get up, please," He pleads, watching Vince and Jorge rush to your aid. "They were shot by a gaurd, went clean through, there's so much blood-"

You reach your hand out to Minho as the men pick you up off the ground, where you stumble to walk with them. They practically carry you on their shoulders to the Berg.

Another explosion knocks you all to the ground again, leaving bruises on faces, arms, and legs as you're pounded onto the ground. You'd be lucky enough not to get AIDS at this point.

Minho stumbles to his feet, rushing to you as the men pick themselves up before you.

He notices blood spewing from the other side of your chest. He rips the extra layers of clothing off your torso, tossing your pistol to the side as well. Gally looks around, finger on the trigger of his gun, looking for a shooter.

"Stray bullet!" Brenda shouts, "Get them in there! Go! Thomas needs us!"

Minho places his hands under your arms and drags you into the Berg himself, all the children right in view of your slumped body. You choke on blood and air, feeling your face grow cold and pale. The liquid trails up into the aircraft, staining the hard metal red for the time being.

Vince jumps into the driver's seat, ordering the others to help you and how to before it's too late. Brenda stands next to him, trying to get any info out of Thomas through the walkies.

You wrap your arms around Minho, feeling the pain in your chest now as you grunt and cry. You squeeze onto the back of his shirt, the pain causing you to claw your fingers into him. He holds you, his heart breaking in two as you struggle to breathe.

The placement, it wasn't possible to keep you this time. It wasn't possible to keep you and be free in any situation, in any timeline, in any universe.

"I don't wanna say goodbye"

He sits on the beach every morning, talking to the sunrise as if you were there next to him. He didn't mind the sand that would pile up in his boots or the dusty grain that would stick to his hydrophoric hands all damn day if it weren't for the water there to wash it away.

His fingers traced over your name on the rock when he felt lonely, like you were magically there, hugging him again.

He'd never know for sure what you meant when you said that he called. He understood that you definitely didn't hear him call for you after awakening after nightmares, but maybe you did, he wouldn't have known. He guessed in a metaphorical sense, he did call for you, which you both knew, but it still confused him somehow. He wanted you to explain it all so he'd understand, like how you always did.

He regretted never being able to rant about all his feelings to you. He wished he had time to tell you about all he went through so you could reassure him that you'd protect him forever. You'd protect him from the nightmares and the scars, the mental baggage that would weigh him down forever.

He started crying himself to sleep after he began to forget your face.

He just wanted another hug, but your face was beginning to blur out. It sent him into a panic attack right there. No one was there to help him as he cried and clawed into the dirt, trying to ground himself again. He couldn't believe himself, he treasured you so much yet he was forgetting your face after merely a year after your dissapearance?

It didn't help that after a while, he began to forget your voice too, that hurt even more. He'd been forced to talk about his feelings to Thomas like a parent-child conference. He wasn't himself anymore.

His eyes were always swollen, eyebags dark and weighing his happiness down. He was depressed. Every smile he showed was just him trying to make his way through another day's work, distracting himself from the fact that he lost you, for good this time, he watched it.

He wrote letters to you with no address to send to. It didn't help whatsoever that he himself pushed you out into the sea once Thomas regained consciousness so he could say farewell. He watched it all, he knew you were gone this time. At least he had some sense of closure.

He had nothing left of you other than that WCKD jacket you wore, that haunted him as he slept. He only kept it because even with the logo of the corporation that tortured him for years and past the bullet holes in it, it provided him a little comfort that you were still there.

He found that telling stories of you to the younger kids helped.

"They were like the life of the party, bright smile, infectious laughter. They were the one everyone wanted to be around. You could see the sunrise in their eyes."

"Who were they to you?" One little girl asks.

"I don't really know" Minho shrugs, looking down at his hands for a moment.

"Where are they now?" A little boy asks, tilting his head.

"They're in the sky, they have been. They're stuck there. I hope I see them again" He replies with a little nod, looking up at the sun beginning to set up on the island.

"Why are they stuck in the sky?"

"They're afraid of coming down"

[onyourhyuck]

Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 2.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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Mei walks into the staff room, a strong scent of coffee beans lingering in the air. The tall man in the distance standing in the small kitchen counters up front turns around, looking at the woman with a ponytail up. “Hey Mei, I heard you got hired. Congratulations.” Johnny said with a warm tone, he really liked Mei. She seemed like a good person.

The girl smiles, thanking him as she made her way next to Johnny. The man looks down at the girl, holding a second cup. “Would you like a cup of coffee?” Johnny asked. Mei gave a quick nod. “Sure johnny that sounds nice.”

johnny hums as he pours the hot boiling water in the cups, stirring with the metallic spoons awaiting for the hot coffee to blend with the brown coffee bean mixture. The scent of coffee excites his tastebuds even though he has not taste it just yet. “I’ll make you the greatest cup of coffee you’ve ever drank.” johnny cockily adds. Mei raising eyebrows at the challenge. “Hmm, i’ll be the judge of that.”

the man questions with a raise tilting head. “Did you know my dad does coffee?” Mei shakes her head in response to his words, she didn’t know anything about his dad. Johnny slightly shows a smug.

“No I didn’t know. How does your dad make coffee?”

The man struts his white doctor’s coat behind him, now performing dramatically as he shows Mei the coffee beans. “It went like this.” Johnny laughs a little, holding out the palm for the coffee beans to fall in it neatly making sure none spilled.

“He grabs a couple of beans, he presses it against the rock and then hot water starts pouring down. Then bam! Hot coffee.” Johnny story tells forward, the Chinese girl watching with a glint in her eyes at the story.

“Here you are creating stories to the new girl.” The stranger said as he shown himself with rolled up white doctor coat sleeves, a open white shirt as he approaches the two doctors. Johnny and Mei turning to look at the man, the Korean-American already knowing the man with a small smile. Yuta sighs. “Don’t believe him by the way,” he whispers slightly so only Mei could hear him.

Johnny scoffs with protests “I’m telling you it’s a real story.” He turns his focus back to the coffee cups. Mei noticing a hand reaching out for her, the new man showing a welcoming healing smile. “Hello, I heard things about you, I am Nakamoto Yuta.” He felt soft hands shake his, breaking apart quickly.

“Nice to meet you Yuta, Huang Mei.” She adds politely, although her mind ponders what he meant by things he hears about her; what could possibly travel this fast in the asylum? “I don’t mean to entice, but what did you hear about me?” Mei would ask her head tilting at the man.

The Japanese man would loudly let out a ‘Awh!’ Before responding to the woman. “Ah right, it’s because you’re the first one to survive Mark lee. You were awesome!”

Those were such good compliments to Mei’s ears, seemingly a good reputation building in the work environment for her. That was until Yuta caught Mei off guard.

“And other doctors nicknamed you the crazy newbie because you stripped your shirt in front of Mark lee..I find that personally very cool.” Yuta adds, Mei flustered she turns to the japanese man with her mouth widely open. “I- oh my god. That’s embarrassing, everyone knows me as the psychiatrist who took her shirt off on the first day.”

Yuta chuckles as he shakes his head at Mei, he thinks it shows rather a raw creative side of Mei. An unique tactic to prove that she is— well, determined to analyse Mark Lee.

“I personally think it’s really cool. Nothing to be embarrassed of, right Johnny?” Yuta said and the man nods, passing Mei her coffee. “I agree with Yuta.”

“Wait so you’re from Chicago?” Mei exclaims, finding Johnny even more cool. The three of them are foreigners and it made Mei feel slightly more welcome in the asylum.

Johnny nods. “Yup fresh outta blood from Chicago baby!” The japanese man would side trail his body as he saw a figure running down the long hallway corridor, passing many security guards, cleaners and other doctors.

“Oh, heyo boss!” Yuta said as his eyesight for a better view of the man, himself being Moon Taeil.

The three doctors stop walking in synch, watching the man jogging up front with tiny pants, holding the knees in front of them. Johnny who stands 6ft on the left side, Yuta in the middle who was 5ft9 the second tallest, and Mei on the left who was 5ft4.

Taeil sighs. Johnny raising eyebrows at the director. “Something up, hyung?”

“Miss Huang.” Taeil finally calls out, the three awaiting the words to finish. Mei humming in wonders, what could possibly be so important for the director himself to look for Mei?

“Mark Lee has requested your presence.”

Yuta and Johnny with wide eyes spare the glance down to the girl next to them, as if it were a miracle, suddenly all eyes were on the short girl. The doctor who seemingly gained Mark’s interest.

The only interest he has.

Mei stands calmly with a firm nod shown to Taeil. “I’ll get to work, sir.” The man himself gave hopeful eyes reaching a hand on Mei’s shoulder, patting down on it. At this point it was like a long awaited Christmas gift from god to them.

“Do anything at this point, even if it’s crazy. Whatever you done last time has worked.” Taeil would say with honesty. Mei is their last hope.

Psycho Love Masterlink <3.

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[ikilledamanforthisurl]

Minami anon x5 YEAH FOR REAL to everything���.. The way Majima treats his men is very. Hrm. I saw a good essay about it before regarding how Majima after going through the abuse he's faced only Knows / understands how to project that same sentiment with the most obvious example being Nishida who has almost like a looney tunes esque dynamic with him. And how that later goes on to talk about Majima associating Minami who is extremely clearly trying to emulate him with Sagawa + Shimano which led to like the disconnect in their relationship. Idk if ive tldlred that very well but yeah. It was very Majima centric though which makes me wish it talked abt more how Minami views the situation because again I do very much think it’s just a case of Minami wanted to do Somebody and he ultra latched onto the first person he saw that was That. Very like duckling following the leader. He most likely has no idea what the hell baggage Majima has and just continues viewing this act he's put on in such a glamourised revered light. The Cycle Of hell continues and continues forever. I feel like you could even make an argument Abt the like never wanting to accept defeat thing as another emulation of Majima who like very famously Just Keeps Trucking Along and Never Lets Up. Also so real about the tidbit abt the junior leader like it really just feels like something they made up out of the blue but it’s fine it’s just his now……. I agree that Minami very much does not give me like patriarch vibes I feel like nothing about him screams a person who wants to *the* most important- Its why I word it as like Minami wants to be SOMEBODY, but not the somebody who has all of the responsibilities and the stress that comes with being in the super hardcore major leagues- again, going back, a very sort of Immature or Young person kind of attitude to have. Also okay I thought it was both kinda hilarious and sad How the guys in the karaoke scene didnt want to be there 😭😭😭 really just feels like they were Dragged along because “why not” / because Minami is seemingly more carefree about things. I'd love to see him interact w just like the normal ppl of kamurocho or if he like worked at the construction site with his fellow coworkers like are they immediately put off or find him annoyingly pleasant enough. Idk if i have anythin to say abt it but i also LOVE ur tags and the idea of Minami putting himself through hell willingly to be as strong as majima garghghgghghg….. also its okay if ur actually sick for real like w a cold I hope u get better soon !!! Ironically i also have a minor cold so JWJJDJDEJ

we are so back......... you and me anon... we are both sick in the exact same ways (brainrot included)

I looooove the terrible recycling dynamic of abuse from Majima to his men and that sounds really evil but i mean like. its an extremely interesting and Real Thing to portray (completely on accident!) and explore. and i can't even act like i'd be better if i were him sometimes. i know damn well his boys are incompetent (everyone on earth is) and/or pains in the ass (definitely Aratani, probably Minami, but he dont mean it) and physical violence is part of their way of life in this fictionalised mega-gang. in a twisted way violence is more than just that, it's the solution to everything, it's the crux of everything, it's care for those who need to be able to stick up for themselves to survive and it's also a burden by way of Fighting Game Protagonist Syndrome. at the end of the day the abuse is still abuse, but you see some interesting perspectives with this kind of framework in that world..... including folks who'd enthusiastically participate in the looney-tunes Slapsticked role, like my take on Minami. Nishida too, but i don't think he's enthusiastic, just begrudgingly accepting of things...

i know the EXACT post youre talking about and i completely understand being Majima-focused in these kinds of rants cause he's the one with all the interesting shit going on and yknow. canonical character depth...... i try my best to not get sidetracked but Majima intrigues me as much as the people around him.... they made him and his relationships both fun and fascinating. to keep it Minami ways you'd probably be saying some real no-shit-sherlock shit "wow that's so tragic for him" or you'd get into HC and made up shit territory, like me ^_^ teehee

Speaking of Aratani, i think he's a good example of someone who actually wants the patriarch seat. the pursuit of power is like his whole deal. Gets considerable focus and text(dialogue) acknowledgement. Minami's whole deal is being goofy, he just also so happens to have considerable power both physically and in the yakuza hierarchy..... bullshit as his role may very well be......... and it's only barely noticed. the pros of being a joke i spose. he's treated, and acts, too nonchalant to give me the impression of gunning for the top. with the existence of other Majimagumi men like Aratani to compare, that just exasperates it for me. he wants to be cool, and that's all

and yknow what..... the fun thing is...... is that Majima gets stories told about him. they get told all over. so much so that resident under-rock-dweller Kiryu hears about them. Minami doesn't know shit from fuck about his boss but i bet he eats those stories the fuck up. true or not, Majima's prowess speaks volumes on it's own... he's the Boss for a Reason..... stories get told about people who Matter. he'd totally be all over that. Wanna Be Somebodyism is terminal and it's got him by the balls. too bad he's not destined to be anybody more than a side character in this series!

oh well..... that's what i'm here for. side characters come get your heads smacked hands kissed and existence acknowledged, possibly all three if you're silly enough

[pashminalamb]

✨Third one✨ (part 1)

ASJJFYJKHFTUJHG. As soon as I saw the header with Oliver I know it was finally time. LET THE FLIRTY-PLAYBOY-BABYGIRL SERIES BEGIN!!!!

I wanted to take my time diving into this fic and really digest and understand it as much as I can on my first read because I know it’ll be amazing so I saved it for last.

Love the setting up. The description is fantastic. Ohhhh there’s an older sister huh? I wonder if that relationship will come into play later 👀👀. PSHHHHHHHH THEIR FIRST INTERACTION IS LITERALLY COMPARABLE TO TWO JUDGY BRATS PLS ADJMHGGJNNH. This is amazing I already love where this is going Belle. Oh and they tolerate each other now? Hmmmm very much the potential for ignored feelings. “You can pay me back when you become a football star” oh ho ho making promises for the future already are we now? Loving how y/n is a tsundere but still shows that she cares. It’s really cute and adorable. ASHKKGFKKJHGGGG WHY IS IT ALWAYS 16 💀💀??? When I was 16 I was busy trying to survive high school, pass my classes, and watching anime. And here we have realizations of love already what?? Not a problem at all tho I love how quick this is moving along. Getting to the meat of it soon I hope. GASPS YOU DID NOT!!!! AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES ASDJKGGHJHHHG YESSSSSS. NAHHHHH STAB ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU HE REALLY PULLED THE GAY ROOMMATE CARD OLIVER ISTG IF YOU DONT GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR- ahem anyways tough luck y/n stay strong girl 😭😤. Not you already being his wife what is this married-with-benefits 💀💀. Oliver wake up and kiss her already idc if it’s only chapter one 🙄😤🤚🏼. Oh thank God the sisterhood is safe *sighs in relief* as much as I love the drama that would’ve occurred if it had gone “that” route there seriously needs to be more loving sister relationships in writing, blood related or not. We Stan a supportive older sister 😤😤 (that digs up our buried love feelings for us even though we buried then for a reason 💀💀). LOVING THE ADVICE YES PUT YOURSELF FIRST YOU CANT WAIT FOR SOMEONE FOREVER BECAUSE OF THE POTENTIAL YOU SEE IN THEM AND STUNG YOUR OWN GROWTH IF THE TIME IS RIGHT ITLL HAPPEN. This is making me cry what the heck. I really needed to hear a variation of this at many points in life. I swear to God if Oliver starts coming around right after we start moving on I’m gonna riot. On the other hand love how y/n is starting to be real with herself like yes sweetheart you deserve better (and you’ll get that in him after you both grow separately ofc). OH ITS GONNA BE DUAL POV????? HECK YEAH GIMME THE TINY DETAILS FROM THE OTHER PERSON!!!! Oof not the wedding invite scenario pls this reality setting in part is hurting me so much legit tearing up rn gimme a minute Belle 😭😭. *sniffles* but the GROWTH it’s the first step y/n I know it’s hard but you gotta separate honey 😭😤. NO PLS GOD NO HOW DARE HE COME BACK AS IM SOBBING WHAT THE HECK OLIVER PRIVACY MAN. Not him giving you physical affection right when you’re most vulnerable and coming to terms with getting over him and looking all worried LIKE NO STOP THIS IS NOT HELPING OLI. Oh no not the alcohol 💀💀. This is gonna go great just fantastic isn’t it? *inhales deeply* Belle I’m not joking when I say that I was screaming internally the entire sex scene LIKE WHAT. Kicking my feet blushing and everything. It really felt so real. And the dialogue??? Magnificent!!! Tbh it was my favorite part. In my head I was like “NOOOOOOOO” when you kissed him but at the same time “…yes” when it started getting steamy and the teasing plus the praise??? Kill me now why don’t you. NOOOOO NOT THE AWKWARD MORNING *sobs* I mean I was expecting it but like. Serious. Emotional. Damage. 😭😭😭. Oh no. No you can’t be serious. Tearing up again hold on. The eavesdropping on the phone convo broke my heart seriously ouch. Not the way I gasped when he just walked passed the suitcases. Ahh yes. The m word huh? Excuse we while I go sob again. Almost nothing hurts worse than being called a mistake. Either from yourself or others it’s never fun. Speaking from experience. I knew the emotional outburst confession was coming. I knew. But still. Damn. If only everything could be fixed by telling your feeling out. Love her for that. Finally coming clean with everything. Also Oliver’s being such a jerk and an asshole rn but I know the later redemption is gonna be worth it. Still pissed at him rn tho.

- ✨ anon

✨Third one✨ (part 2) It really made me make a part two because the word count was too high the heck.Still pissed at him rn tho. Anyways moving on. I freaking adore how she also wrote her current feelings down as a part of the first letter. And how she just. Didn’t hesitate. And moved on. We’ve got a flight to catch. Oh my God that fic was amazing. Seriously. You outdid yourself. The pacing was fast enough that it didn’t feel dragged out. The characterization was absolutely on point. The oc characters had their own personalities no matter how few lines they had. The dialogue was emotional and to the point. And it was just overall really realistic in the sense of being human, loving, hurting, and moving on. It made me cry so many times. I had to take so many breaks Belle. It was seriously amazing and I loved it so much. I cant wait for the second chapter whenever it comes out!!! - ✨ anon

I read this ask over 20 times (or maybe more already) cause i love it when people go over the details of my writing and you got all of them! (⋟﹏⋞) Thinking if i should make a note of recommended songs before the chapter so that it make it a more immersive experience? The original setup was supposed to be different back in August, but then I came up with this in September. Mei was a part of the story, but the age gap was a really big one - and i had to make a change midway, so mei is 3 years older than (y/n)... I wanted to keep the pacing of the story to a medium because sometimes the details and the amount of drama that happens is such a drag that I wanted to move past that and onto the real stuff; not to mention that if i did drag it out, it would be more than 5 chapters. Mei and (y/n)'s relationship is gonna have more emphasis as the story progresses (cause honestly this is a simple plot but a very complicated one to explain and I don't wanna give away spoilers cause I wanna just see the reaction you guys are gonna give me) and most of the lines that i used in the first part are the ones that are going to be covered in the latter part of the series. it is going to be a dual pov (spoilers for part 2; the story is gonna be from Oliver's pov.) oh god- and this was the first part💀. you might need the whole box of tissues honestly for the onslaught that's gonna come. (i did cry btw. I ate the jar of nutella in such short time for a reason) The sex was such a drag to write honestly 💀 cause i was just not feeling it. Like really not feeling it; and i wanted to get to the conclusion and the angst (cause the potential for dialogue and feelings is high in those areas) but in the end, it ended up being satisfactory when i read it. Leaving the alcohol part out, everyone's first time should be a fun one and my attempt at keeping your standards and expectations high . (you saying that it felt real made my day, cause often times when i read smut, i really can't relate to it cause it straight up sounds like porn sometimes and porn is very unrealistic.) As for the concluding part of it, i had a bit of a struggle cause (y/n) needed a reason to back away from Oliver and the eavesdropping on the other side of the door was the last straw. And then... I just let my fingers do the magic, just typing everything out.

The amount of times I cried cause of the songs I used to write all of this, and the fact that it hits close to home. The second part is going to go on the ao3 account... still deciding the username i want so that i can upload my works there

But thank you for liking and reading it - cause i really enjoyed writing this one. i've already decided the songs i want to put for the next chapter

[filmbyjy]

PUTTING THIS HERE IN CASE **Warning: blood-loss, near-death experience, twice now that I think about it, choking, intention to ☠️, mention of curses**

If I miss anything!! I'm sorry!! Please don't report!! Or flame me 😭😭 IT'S ALL FICTIONAL!! DO NOT ASSOCIATE THE NAMES MENTIONED TO THE ACTUAL VERY MUCH REAL LIFE HUMAN PEOPLE

Okay, okay, so I told Jake I was a witch shortly after he confessed to me he was a Vampire, a borne-vampire so all his life he's been a vampire (HIS words, not mine!)

I drop a little family history in there, but the poor boy was too amazed at the fact I was a witch to notice my second confession.

So after I proved to him I really was a witch by summoning his guardian animal made up of his aura - a light golden aura shaped as a puppy- I asked if he needed to drink and he's like all 'From you? Are you sure? 🥺' Boy still asking me if it's alright even though I offered first 🤧

So we get comfy, he leans in bites and starts drinking, we do the whole usual I experience the pleasure mixed in with the pain and he's lost in a blood-lust haze. I decide to make him sweat a little by not letting witch me tell him he's drinking too much and whoops! I slipped unconscious!

When he started panicking, I start pulling back witch me because I didn't want him to go berserk and destroy everything within the city limits from the heartbreak. And because I used ✨️ M A G I C ✨️ I wake up feeling drowsy but need something to replenish the blood I lost!!

I say to him my familiar will be here- as in the shapeshifting Demon familiar- with something to help me recover and with the pain. In comes my familiar in the form of a husky carrying a basket full of Potions, as I look for what I need I have a telepathic conversation and he does not like Jake one bit at all. I get into an argument with my familiar, he makes a comment about how he doesn’t care if he drinks from blood bags (spoiler alert: borne-vampires need blood straight from the veins to survive) which leads to me explaining to Jake what methods Vampire Hunters used to lure and ☠️ the old borne-vampire clans.

AND SINCE EHYPEN USE THEIR VAMPYRIC LEVEL OF HEARING, they overheard a few words taken out of context, burst in the room to a seething Jake with me beside a basket filled with suspicious items (read: the potions) and an overprotective dog which they assume to be my hunt dog.

Side note: The AI Generating initially mistook the boys as my 'coven' and not Jake's 'clan' so they generated a very heartbreaking response for Jake but I didn't want to separate the boys so I deleted my message and pasted it, this time with leading sentences.

Back to our scheduled program: Before I can explain, I'm pinned against the wall by Heeseung, his hold on my neck suspiciously strong, with ☠️ in his eyes. Jake tries to stop it but Heeseung doesn't listen until I, in the middle of fighting for my breath, beg Heeseung to do so.

He then let's me go, I fall to the ground fighting to get air back in my lungs before I (gasp!) attempt to confront the boys about what really happened but I'm not fully recovered from Jake feeding from me so I struggle to keep myself up right. So Jake comes over and helps.

AND JUST AS I come clean about finding out about the boys being vampires before they can even tell me, JAKE DROPS THE BOMB ON ALL OF US THAT HE'S THE FREAKING VAMPIRE KING AND NOT ONLY THAT BUT REMEMBER HOW I MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT MY FAMILY HISTORY? WELL, SURPRISE SURPRISE! TURNS OUT MY ANCESTOR WAS THE ONE TO CURSE JAKE'S INITIALLY MORTAL ANCESTORS TO BE THE FIRST VAMPIRES

And now Jake wants to jump Jay for disparaging our newly formed relationship, compared to their initial assumption of me

~🧛🏻‍♂️🐕

goddamn that’s a whole ass story😀

[surrealsunday]

okay, here goes... i read ch10 yesterday and then reread some of my favourite moments today and now i'm finally ready to talk about it xgdndhd. so firstly, it's important to note that i usually read through moments of angst as quickly as possible to try and hurry past the pain. there are literally two fics out of the hundreds i've read in my life in which i've gone back to reread the angstiest moments and let them really seep into my bones until i feel weighed down by the gravity of them. those two fics are mood tattoo and punzel and i can honestly say that the angst in this chapter is the most painfully beautiful i have ever read. i think the reason i loved it so much is because it felt so real and honest and even though this is an au version of elu, i feel like this is exactly how things could have worked out had they known each other since childhood. the feelings run so deep for this version of elu and they know each other so well that they've had to build up these ridiculously strong and complex emotional fortresses in order to conceal their true feelings and to preserve their friendship and that in itself is something so beautiful but so crushingly sad. it's perfectly done because obviously lucas feels heartbroken by eliott's rejection and we can all relate on some level to that but eliott has experienced so much pain for so many years, knowing that lucas is his whole world but wholeheartedly believing he will never deserve him, never deserve love and that is just 😭😭😭 this is why, for me, it's the kind of angst that just feels like art or poetry or a beautiful piece of music. it's relatable and understandable and it hurts in a way that listening to your favourite song from your teens hurts, years after you've grown up and all the memories tied to the song are dim and distant but they sting just enough that you can feel it in your chest. i think it would be easy to be angry or frustrated with eliott and even lucas to an extent after this chapter if you hadn't spent the entire fic building the complexity of their feelings towards themselves and each other. do you have any idea how special that is? how rare? it's storytelling at its absolute finest!

i wanna talk for a minute about how i would sell my soul to the devil for a chance to see axel and maxence act the words you've created for elu in this chapter. especially the conversation on the roof after lucas' performance!! can you imagine how powerfully axel would deliver lucas' words in that scene and you just know maxence would absolutely destroy all our hearts with his portrayal of eliott's broken silence!!! i just want to SCREAM because i'm so desperate for an elu spin of film or series written by you and acted by them and i know i'll never get it and that HURTS! 😭😭

anyway i hope this absolute essay made sense gzkdhdhd i'm so sorry to just go on and on and on! i really don't want to be hyperbolic but it's difficult not to sing about how brilliant you are when something you've written has touched me this profoundly and you create it FOR FREE?? whilst working a full time job?? i honestly just feel proud to be your friend and i can't thank you enough for the magic you bring into my life with your stories and your beautiful kind soul 💖

Meg!!! I'm so sorry my response is delayed. I had to check out of all media the past couple of days to survive work 💀 lol. But omg this message made me so happy!!!!

Also your comment about reading/ re-reading angst is so incredible. I love this a lot. I really did want this angst to be almost satisfying to read - cathartic and needed but also heartbreaking in the best kind of way. The authenticity of the moment and the feelings was so very important to me so it seriously fills me with so much happiness to hear you say the feelings felt so raw and real and believable. One of the things I love most when I write is when conversations are just so easy to write and not forced at all. That was 100% the case with the rooftop scene. It just flowed and I think that is because I wrote from a place of emotion vs. needing particular things to happen in the story. But your words about how it is written and the feeling that comes with that are so freaking beautiful they seriously nearly made me cry. Thank you so much. I couldn't even describe the angst that beautifully are you kidding me?! I love!!! Truly, thank you thank you. I can't say that enough. ❤️❤️❤️

And omg... the image of Axel and Maxence actually acting these scenes 😩?! PLEASE! That thought just destroyed me. The emotional depth those two would bring. I WANT!!!

And please never apologize for sending me all your thoughts. I really can't emphasize enough how much they mean and how special your comments are to me 🥺. I really don't have the words (the irony lmao!) to thank you enough. I'm so glad this chapter hit you the way it did and I'm seriously so thankful to have the chance to know that. It makes the writing experience so much more meaningful and incredible. So thank you, my friend 💞.