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[nando161mando]

Back Down (Original Mix)

[signanothername]

How do you feel about the fandom?

I’m assuming you mean Ut/utmv?

How can I say this in the most gentle way possible hmm..

I genuinely do love the creativity within the fandom, the beautiful art and stories and ideas people come up with, the different interpretations of these characters even when i don’t agree with them or have my own thoughts/opinions, cause that’s what fandoms are supposed to, it’s all of us showing our love for these lil blorbos of ours in each of our own unique different ways

Of course, each fandom has its good and bad side, but to say the ut/utmv fandom is so damn negative to the point it’s suffocating is an understatement

I’m especially weirded out by the pro harassment behavior within this fandom, like, a mf would say “i’m anti harassment!!!!” Then turn around and post/reblog a post with +20 people name dropped to “raise awareness” for whatever little that is worth, you can “raise awareness” by messaging people privately, not make a list where an asshole can easily use it to harass people, and no, saying shit like “don’t harass these people!!!” Does not alleviate any responsibility from you if they do get harassed because of your post

That’s why messages are a thing, and only messaging those who explicitly state they want to be messaged, not jump in into people’s inboxes or messages and telling them shit out of the blue

So many people within this fandom need to learn fandom etiquette, how to mind their own business, and to use the damn block button, you’re uncomfortable with a certain subject? Tumblr has the most handy filtering system, don’t like a person/find them uncomfortable? Block them, blocking them isn’t enough and want to complain? That is what you can use your blog for, feel free to complain on your own blog to your heart’s content (not on other people’s blogs or under their posts if it’s not the subject for it) that’s what friends are for too, go to their DMs and complain till the end of time

Being just a bit bigger of an artist follower wise in comparison to other artists means that I deal with very special cases sometimes, because I’m also puzzled by the way people can get super comfortable with commanding strangers to do things they want or to break basic respectful boundaries like not getting people involved in drama even when they specifically state not to include them (me, I’m starngers, every time I reblog my boundaries post, it’s me implying that I got something that broke my very basic bitch boundaries that day, which says a lot about the fandom, cause i literally only got 4 boundaries stated damn)

That’s why I opt to not get too close to people within the fandom, and am generally careful as to who I let close to me, I’m very certain people might think I somehow have my own social circle within the fandom or have some wide connections they can never get, when in reality I’m isolated af

That being said, idk if it’s young people not knowing any better, or adults who act like children, but the fact harassment is very prominent and also very normalized within the fandom is something that definitely made me seriously think of just getting back to the Transformers fandom (one of the most chill fandoms i’ve ever been part of)

Fandom is fandom, keep it for rambling about blorbos, and learn to mind your own business <3

[one-idea]

Tbh I'm with Zoro re:Nika v Luffy. Luffy is full of love for the world and adventure, almost as much as he loves his friends. Nika willingly staying separate from the world Luffy adores so much is a HUGE red flag that It's No Longer Luffy In The Driver's Seat. They're probably very, very similar, but would it be enough for the Straw Hats? I imagine it would be for some of them, but besides King of Hell over there I think Jimbei and maybe Brook would notice the difference and care.

I’m assuming this is for the madoka magica au. (My beloved)

And you’re completely right.

Luffy under normal circumstances would never leave the crew. He loves them and the world and adventure, why would he ever leave? He doesn’t remember the situation that lead to him fully becoming Nika in the first place so he doesn’t understand Nika’s incessant calling to leave this world behind.

As for the rest of the crew….

When Zoro fully became Asura and rewrote the universe, he also took the crew’s memories of the world without Luffy.

They have no clue the current reality is different. There are moments where awareness slips in. Where they go “something here isn’t right?” But they are all together and happy so it’s not that big of a deal. The moments are easy enough to sweep under the rug.

I think if any of the crew did remember the reality without Luffy they would agree with Zoro’s decision. They don’t know that Nika had made a plain of existence just for them. That they would reunite with Nika after death. For them Luffy was gone and he was eternally alone. They would agree with Zoro’s decision because of the information they had.

Jimbei and Brook probably have more “this isn’t right” moments than the others because they have been around longer. Their age and experience tipping them off more. Robin probably realizes it as well but I wouldn’t put it past her to put all the pieces together and agree with Zoro’s actions. The crew was willing to fight the world government for her, she to would rip apart reality for her captain.

No the problem is Ace

Ace who remembers it all. Zoro tries to block it out but Ace was in Nika’s divine realm. He was privy to information the Strawhats didn’t have. He knew that they would all be together for eternity. And Zoro separating Luffy from Nika could have major consequences.

Ace pulls Zoro a side to tell him this. But it’s Ace and Zoro and they aren’t the best at communicating.

And Ace is also so conflicted because on the one hand Zoro not only divided Luffy’s soul but he also took Luffy’s freedom. It’s a beautiful cage but a gilded cage is still a cage. It was Luffy’s choice to merge with Nika. Zoro is disregarding Luffy’s choice and freedom.

But at the same time how can he be mad. He has both of his brothers back and they are all free, as far as the other two know. Because Luffy has no clue he’s in a cage. He’s completely free to do whatever he wants in this plain of existence. Is it truly freedom if he can’t leave? But is he truly trapped if he doesn’t know about the cage?

Ace’s head hurts. Philosophy was never his thing and he desperately wishes Sabo, Deuce, or Marco were in his place because while Sabo is here he doesn’t remember the old reality either.

So Ace confronts Zoro about it. About how this is going against Luffy’s will. About how this could have consequences they don’t even understand yet.

And Zoro just smirks at him and asks if it’s not a demons job to go against their god?

Ace is immediately on the defensive wanting to know if Zoro will completely disregard Luffy’s wants and decisions from here on out.

Zoro responds with “of course not. He is my captain and I his first mate.” He would do anything Luffy asked him for. But Luffy would never ask him to release him. How could he when Zoro stand between Luffy and anything that could ever make him want to leave again.

Ace threatens to tell Luffy the truth. To which Zoro tells him if he does then that would make them enemies. But he’s not to worried because he knows Ace is having trouble remembering things. He might have failed to fully block Ace’s memories in the first place but the more time Ace spends in this world the more natural it will be. After all this is a new chance for Ace to be human. To be with his brothers. He wouldn’t want to mess that up, would he?

Ace knows all these things. Can feel the memories of before getting hazier. He knows his brothers are happy here and there is no reality where he would try to take their happiness from them. But Luffy’s freedom was taken from him and that he can’t forgive “even if I forget everything else I will always remember that you, Roronoa Zoro, are a demon.”

Zoro just smiles at him and starts to walk back to the others. As he passes Ace he pauses and leaves the freckled man with one final thought. “We should pretend to be on good terms. If you’re always attacking me, Luffy could end up hating you.”

It’s an empty threat, Zoro knows. Knows that Luffy could never hate Ace. But seeing the two of them fighting nonstop would upset Luffy. Zoro has no desire to fight Ace, as long as he stays in line. And he knows exactly what will keep Ace in line.

Because Ace is having a full meltdown down. Could Luffy hate him? He’s in the right! Zoro took Luffy’s freedom. Zoro cut Luffy’s soul in half. Is it wrong for Ace to want to restore Luffy’s soul? To bring back the divine plain? But Luffy loves his crew and adventure. Is his brother better off in this world where he can go on adventures forever with his loved ones. Where he’s not the only one responsible for the safety of the world? Would Luffy hate him for breaking this reality? For fighting with Zoro?

Could Ace survive without Luffy’s love?

It’s a moot point. Luffy will always love Ace. But Ace’s self hate has never been able to understand that.

Here’s the original scene from Madoka Magica for reference

Note. They are both right in their own way. They have different points of view and information the other doesn’t.

Zoro wants Luffy to be with the crew because Luffy hates being alone more than anything. And the crew loves him. Zoro loves him

Ace has knowledge of Nika’s true plan. Knows that Luffy wasn’t going to be alone forever. It would just take time. But he’s horrible at sharing this information.

Ace going to the literal devil who just rewrote the universe to have his way and standing in front of him like “you I have a problem with you and I’m going to fight you.” Like poor boy has a split devil fruit (now shared with Sabo) that’s not even awakened and is staring down the King of hell with no plan or back up. Keep bitting off more then you can chew Ace. Never change.

[anxiously-awaiting]

ithink it's atrocious that you need to draw better to get better at drawing

[micechicken]

I feel like the only person that just doesn't give a shit about any of the lifesims people are coming out with. I think Inzoi is ugly and uses AI shit, Life by You is dead, I never hear about Vivaland, and Paralives seems to never update on anything. It's not that I'm a shill for Maxis or that I can't play other game in the genre (I love playing more than one just look at my farm sims), I just don't care?

I'll look into them when they release (aside from Inzoi 🤮 and Life by You) but I'm not really interested in a watching the development or waiting for them.

[hellvive]

 ❛ right 'ya don't just get to tell me to just ignore it, jo. ❜ he isn't to aggresive when he sets the files down. except it's almost as if he is tossing them down with his body language with it clear that he's had it with her distant gaze towards him. because he wasn't fully understanding how the script got flipped around like this or cognizant of the fact that he might be at fault. ❛ we solved the case 'n we saved the day isn't that a cause for celeberation? ❜ it wasn't exactly a simple case as they it required them to play a little show for the locals. they were pretending to be a couple. they had spent hours into the dead of night discussing ground rules, dos or dont's, or at least til they solved the case. which of course they did because they were strong together. a deadly combination of brains and brawn. not to say that it wasn't an entire life time spent in this life. ❛ let me remind you that this whole thing was you're idea! that you shot me down with the original plan. ❜ so what? it was just a kiss that always supposed to just remain a part of the job. a part of their charade to get the information about, the big only son of a bitch monster that they were hunting, and that it didn't mean anything? he harshly scoffs as he paces to the other side of the room. he his hurringly rummaging through his scattered belongings only to pack them after.

was he blatantly and quite personally ignoring the way that she used made him feel? has made him feel? no, that she still distantly makes him feel? of course he was most definately was. though dean had been under the impression that it was the past. that it was just a a not so harmless infatuation unless you ignore that she died to save his ass. although of what they each felt about one another, but there was no way that it would ever work, and only because he is: dean winchester. there was no happiness to be found that he could live thru other means but still obtain shred of happiness. ❛ so 'ya just want to tell me what this is really about? cause we didn't have a single issue ganking that nest of vamps? a long ride back to the bunker..hate to do it with the silent treatment ❜ he felt like a fool by thinking that they could do this without feelings getting involved though truthfully that he was just to scared to loose her again. a gruff sigh escapes as he now falters in his intentions and turns to look at her as if anticpating the inevitable fallout of whatever this was now? as his words finally leave him. it's darring step yet maybe it will be the wrong one. it's in a winchesters nature to poison all that is around them. to inevtiably and tragically unintentionally bring destruction to all around them.

[youdontloveme-yet]

You know what's excruciating and crushing my soul? It's not the 15kg I lost in less than a month, nor the fatigue I constantly feel or the extreme black circles under my eyes, it is the fact that every night I have to say "stay safe" and wake up to the sinking feeling that I might not get a response to my "good morning". It is the fact that I have to go to work and pretend everything's peachy, while sending tens of "you good?" messages throughout the day. It is the absolute despair when my messages cannot send. That is what excruciating is. No physical pain will ever get close to this.

[parallasso]

oh god my professors finally added shit to canvas and now im actually seeing how much imma have to do this semester. cool. yeah no im good. if you want to reach me in the next 16 weeks, good luck. i think i will be a bit busy imploding with the workload i gave myself.

[valleyofsand-blog]

[ordinaryxxgirl]

@sailingtheimaginarysea asked: “I’m not saying that you can’t reach the top of the tree to put on the star…but you could just ask for help.” From Aria to Saku

"Oh, I certainly could, my beloved Aria. But, have you considered that I want to be a stubborn old bag for a bit? ... ... ...Oh, alright, you can help. I can't refuse the help if it's you bringing it up. If you'd like to, that is. I need you to get me something to stand on, like a stool, please?"

[nando161mando]

Bratenschneider - Back Down (Original Mix)

[fran4flan]

🤣🤣🤣

Hi Violet ! I and a friend had a discussion about how Rodimus and Soundwave might eventually share a berthroom or not in the future of TEG. We thought neither would want to move in the other's room due to their preferences in interior. Yet Rodimus seems to not mind and gotten used to being in Soundwave's so we thought maybe he would be the one to move. We also had in mind that they would have the wall separating their rooms removed so the interior would be bigger, perhaps renovate too where they have to decide on the interior design together. What are your thoughts on these ?x]

Hi anon!

this is a super cute question x3

ok ok here are my thoughts:

Rodimus would want to remove the wall, yes, whereas SW is like "? but there's just one doorway in between," as in, why bother when all we have to do to access each other is go through one door. but that's still a WHOLE DOOR Rodimus doesn't want to deal with, and also, hey maybe it's like, symbolic or something. so Rodimus wants to take down the wall

Ultra Magnus does a big NO to that, for many reasons, including structural reasons. Rodimus perhaps starts tearing down the wall anyway until he trips some kind of alarm and gets found out. UM is Not Happy. Rodimus is like :'D :'D

Eventually UM lets him take down however much of the wall is safest to do so, so now they have semi-connected rooms. and now, yes, they run into the trouble of wanting different things for interiors. Rodimus realizes he's lost a wall for displaying his posters/videos and he's not into crystal-studded-darkness 24/7 (ship equivalent), and SW finds the constant barrage of moving posters/videos distracting and annoying.

oh no. but Rodimus can't back down and get the wall rebuilt! then he will have been wrong about his idea!!

so eventually they get a folding wall thingy that re-divides the rooms xD it's pretty much the same as having a door, which SW points out, but Rodimus shushes him, and he makes a big deal about how Nice and Foldy the foldable wall is. oooh, look how it folds. it's so foldy. no one else has a foldy wall

so yeah they end up with a really silly, flawed arrangement but Rodimus is too stubborn to make it less silly and flawed and SW really doesn't care that much. so it's all good xD

thanks for the question. that was fun to think about haha, hope you enjoyed

[fwol-jintu]

funny idea where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a cute colorful lil world and his system tells him to collect data on bunnies, and not just any bunnies- beast bunnies

He thinks its cool, like omg theres this one bunny w dark fur and lil horns!! Omg its so cute, and this one has wings..!! And this one- its glowing! Its literally so cute!!

So he's in beast heaven where his goal is literally just Gotta Find Them All and optionally record their behavior for extra d-points! (D standing for data <3)

Eh, downside is he cant really use his left arm cuz he hasn't unlocked dual maining yet... but he'll get to it soon! For his bunnies!!

but! Theres evil creatures trying to eat his precious bunnies while he's researching them...!! His system tasks him with getting rid of these corrupted devourers to protect his defenseless bunnies-

well they're not all defenseless but the ones who CAN protect themselves are rare and most of what he has are just precious babies hiding behind him!! So, he takes up the missions and fight the evildoers!

Hey, but wait a minute- system, why are the devourers just.. pirate carrots?!

Oh, hey atleast he got a weapon!

Crack crack, boom!! He defeats the corrupted devourers- er, carrots- but wait, something sparkles in the corner of his eyes... he trims through the bushes and finds- another bunny?

[You have discovered Haze-Coated Dreams!]

His eyes were wide and shining because WOAH omg this bunny was majestic! It had a light shade of green and like, cute wind patterns! Theres even a little star pattern on its head!

But... aww, poor thing is trembling, it was so small too, probably just a baby. His heart clenched at the thought that those devourers were gonna eat something so cute... he looked around, though he cant seem to find its mother. They were probably eaten by the devourers...

He sighed and decided to just take the bunny in! More d-points for him!

He gently picks it up and cradles it in his arms.

[You have acquired Haze-Coated Dream!]

[Adding to database....]

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Xiao Jiu ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from monsters that sought for his flesh and blood.

But it was futile, wasn't it? They were faster, stronger, and he was just prey.

It wasn't any better that his clumsy self tripped and sprained his ankles. Fuck.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest, he didn't want to die yet. Please.

If he could not run, he crawled. He crawled and hid in a large bush, hoping those demons had not seen him. Hoping that whatever god was up there was merciful and let him live. But then what?

He trembled in the cold, his body aching and hurting all over.

Why did it have to be him?

His breath hitched as he heard the sounds of cracking bones and tearing flesh. He trembled and hugged himself tighter, trying to get himself together.

Crawl, crawl damnit. Move. Anything.

Why did it have to be him?

He couldn't hide his fear when he so clearly felt a shadow loom over him. His instincts burned and screamed and made him look up, to see if the monsters had spotted him.

The bush was cut, and he was exposed.

No. No.. nonononono NO NO-

Please.

Xiao Jiu froze as he saw a bloodied man, arm ripped off and dry blood staining the ripped clothing.

The man- more demon-like than the actual demons he saw - approached him- no get away from me- and picked him up. And cradled him.

He couldn't do anything. He was scared, confused, angry- and.. helpless, in a lot of senses.

He wasn't willing to backdown without a fight however.

(It took sy 3 hours to put his disoriented bunny that was trying to fight him thinking he was probably one of the carrots to sleep. Poor baby.)

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Anyways so yeah shen yuan thinks he got transported into a beast bunny heaven

Literally everyone around him says otherwise, but oh no shen yuan doesnt speak bunny and carrot language unfortunately :(

Sy thinks he's a beast tamer and also he chops up all the carrots to feed to his bunnies (remember what carrots are?... yeah... his house is a bit... messy...)

Sy: omg new rare bunny type?!?!?!!! This is the best day ever.

Sj, traumatized asf: who are you..?!. (sy baba-beams him and he immediately (4 weeks) becomes his boy)

Sy serving his bunnies the chopped up carrots: eat up and grow big and strong!

Sj: (avoiding the "carrots" bc he is NOT eating raw flesh)

Sy, noticing sj avoiding the carrots: oh no, my baby still has trauma from that experience :( its ok, SYSTEM!!!! gimme recipes. Now.

Sy looking at the (dead) carrots: i wonder if i can eat this...

System: no!!! It is heavily advised against!!

Sy: huh? Why?

System, sweating and trying to find an explanation that doesnt reveal the carrots are literally just demon abomanations: .....theyre digestible only to the rabbits! Theyre toxic to humans like how chocolate is toxic to dogs!

Sy: (believing it) huh... that makes total sense.

if you're wondering what sy looks like in this au, in literally everyone else's POV he:

Has one arm, the other looks like it was ripped off

Has clothes that are bloody and dirty asf like he just got out of a bloodbath

Has dead eyes and a clawed out eye (referencing to the fact he sees the world like a cutesy place even tho it isnt LMAO system pulling so many strings)

Has a butcher knife

His okay-arm has spikes coming out of his flesh

So basically he looks like he got out of a slaughter/cruel lab but he loves his bunnies (monstrous pets with 1 lil very hateful kid) very dearly and no when he sees himself in reflection he just looks like a Normal Guy

This is just my excuse to make monsteryuan but slightly more insane

[aveloka-draws]

How did you survive the CotLtober?

Pfff tired and glad its over ngl, but i like drawtober too much to backdown 🐛

[discountlittlebro]

Prince who wears his knights armor and is cracking jokes and Knight who thinks his pretty boy needs to see exactly what being a knight is. Tells him to come visit down at the barracks and he’ll show him what being a knight really is.

Ofcourse he stupidly agrees. Thinks they’ll all rough house a bit, but it’s so much more than that. He’s thrown in a circle and his knight, his protector, is leading it all.

“See down here? We don’t have a lot of time for relationships and boys get pent up really easy. Don’t we boys? So we have a bit of a system. We wrestle, and loser is pussy for the night, and we’re not assholes so don’t worry. If wouldn’t fair if it was the same person every night, we rotate fighters.”

The prince is listening, nodding his head and something about this just seems so barbaric. A lot of them are bigger than he is, taller and more muscle. Towering over some of their own.

“Still think you wanna be one of us, pretty boy? You can backdown, go back to your room and pretend this didn’t happen.” There’s a few grumbles from the men, obviously not wanting him to leave.

And what kind of prince would he be if he backed down? No, a prince stands his ground and fights. Although, it’s barely a fight. He’s matched against 5 others, while the rest of the guard cheer. He watches as a big man pins two easily, tries to evade his own knight grabbing at him and shoving him to the floor.

“Your loss, your majesty. Are you going to make good on that deal?” He reads above him, cheeky smile on his face but ready to snap at the other men and tell them to leave if he changes his mind.

“I’m…a man of my word. I lost, let’s just get this over with.”

It feels like hours of hands gropping him, spreading him open. He feels a tongue on his cunt, lapping and sucking at him in a way he hasn’t felt before. His body is covered in a sheen sheet of sweat, he doesn’t even have control of his own hands. They’re grabbing his wrists and moving his tired arms to jerk themselves off. Two knights are taking turns fucking his mouth, all he can taste is the salt from their skin as his nose is buried in the musk of their pubes. It muffles his whines when somebody decides to shove their fingers in his ass, prepping him to take even more cock than he already is.

He’s surrounded by a frenzy of sensations. One knight might give him gentle kisses on his thighs while another bites down as if he means to take a chunk, one plays his nipple soft and gentle while the other is being pulled and twisted. He can barely think when his mouth is flooded with cum, when it splatters against his stomach and chest and leaks of his holes.

He’s panting, and tired and then his knight is ontop of him and he wants to tell him he can’t go anymore but he’s shushing him.

“You did so good for us, our perfect boy. Here’s your reward.”

And his knight works him through an orgasm that has his back arching and mouth falling open in a silent cry, the only thing he’s able to get out are the tears that are flooding his cheeks. He thinks he’ll never come back, never play knight again, but now the men are cleaning him up, petting his hair and lifting a water bottle to his lips, singing bis praise and placing gentle kisses all over his body. Swearing to always protect him with their life, and as his knight carries his broken but spoiled body back to his room, he thinks he might visit again real soon to play again.

[wildestdreamsblog]

Elysian: a Latibule Spinoff

Pairing: Doctor/Mafia!Kim Seokjin x Intern!Reader 

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I'm still not over not being able to buy Hoseok's ticket ˙ᵕ˙ but I hope you enjoy this! And please do leave comments/reblogs. Honestly, that's what keeps me going

Masterlist, Part VII of __

“I’m pretty sure this is a violation of workplace ethics or something.”

Kim Seokjin turned to look at you innocently, a hint of smile on his plump lips before he returned his gaze to the road. He didn’t even need to look at the road for too long before replying, his voice teasing and light.

“Driving you home is a violation of work ethics?” he asked in an innocent voice, raising his dark brows as though in puzzlement.

You huffed and sank deeper into the plush leather seat of his car, crossing your arms tighter. It was hard to keep the anger up when you were sitting in this ridiculously comfortable vehicle, the kind of car that practically sucked you in, making it feel like you could nap your way through the rest of the evening. And to make matters worse, it was hard to hold onto the frustration when Seokjin was treating you with such unsettling kindness after manipulating the situation to get you trapped in his presence for an entire month.

You wanted nothing more than to move on from the embarrassment you brought upon yourself. You shouldn’t have taken a liking on someone you couldn’t have. Why? Because well… they might turn out to be someone you couldn’t shake so easily. They might turn into someone who would latch onto you so hard you cannot just leave them that easily. They might turn into someone who would drag the HR department for this!

You wondered what you did wrong in your past life to have met such man who seemed to both make your life difficult and easy at the same time. You looked at him now in a different light. There was more to him than meets the eyes.

And perhaps you stared at him for too long because the corners of his lips lifted up. He looked extremely pleased as he turned to you when the light turned red. “I’m like a star, right? You just can’t help but to look at me. I understand,” he noted with a heavy and dramatic sigh as though his belief that he was just too handsome was starting to take a toll on him.

Blinking owlishly at his audacity, you couldn’t stop a laugh from releasing. This was the first time he’d outright admitted his beauty in front of you. It was just he used to runaway from you, literally, every time you flirted with him. So having him acknowledged his visual quite frankly shook you.

And he was enjoying seeing you speechless. He smiled at you, his eyes twinkling before he drove as soon as the light turned green.

"Are you seriously just saying that?" you asked, half amused, half annoyed.

Seokjin’s smile widened as he met your incredulous stare. "Well, yes," he said matter-of-factly. "I shine so bright, it’s only natural that you’re drawn to me."

“A sun is a star…” you trailed off, not willing to backdown from the man whose treatment of you gave you whiplash. “and it’s painful to look at.”

He chuckled, “Are you saying I’m a sun?”

“I’m just stating that a sun is a star…and you just likened yourself to a star,” you smirked at him, thinking that you have won.

“Because I shine so bright.”

“No,” you shot back. “Because you’re constantly radiating hot air and therefore, giving everyone around you a headache. Me specifically."

“And I’m a center of the solar system,” he replied with a self-satisfied smirk that made you want to hit and kick him out of the car. Your internal monologue screamed for escape. You were about to lose your mind—or maybe just throw yourself out of the car. It would be a form of self-preservation.

You groaned all the way home and he just laughed it off.

The moment you arrived, though, he looked at you, still grinning. "Don’t worry," he said, his voice almost too sweet for the situation. "You can stare at me more tomorrow."

“Good morning!”

You looked up at the sky, praying for patience you didn’t have before locking eyes with his overly cheerful gaze.

Kim Seokjin, as early as 5 in the morning, was standing in front of your small apartment building. He was leaning against his car, looking refreshed and practically glowing despite the early morning. He was wearing a crisp blue shirt that, though you hated to admit it, suited him and hugged him in all the right places.

The bastard looked good in everything.

“It’s too early, Doctor Kim,” you grumbled, trying to force a smile as you fought the urge to close your eyes and retreat back to the comfort of your bed. “The sun hasn’t even shine. Give it a chance to shine– please– before you annoy me.”

He chuckled, uncrossing his arms and effortlessly opening the passenger door for you. “What are you talking about? I’m already here.” He gestured to himself. “The sun is already shining.”

You shot him a fake smile, “No, thank you. My shift starts at 7. I have just about 2 hours left before I have to deal with your annoying face. Goodbye.”

The sweet taste of success and freedom was so near. You turned on your heel and started walking away, relieved to escape the early morning nonsense. The morning was still quiet, with only the distant sounds of neighbors waking up to their routines. The ten-minute walk to the bus stop was just enough time to clear your thoughts, to temporarily forget about the irritating, handsome man that just wouldn’t leave you alone.

When you reached the bus stop, you tapped your card and settled in the back, grateful for a few minutes of solitude. You closed your eyes, trying to enjoy the brief silence before the madness of the day started.

“Sir, you have to tap your card,” the driver berated someone, his voice sharp. “Sir, please. Your card doesn’t work here!”

You had just shut your eyes when you heard that all too familiar voice.

“Why not? This is a black card…”

Your eyes snapped open, watching in horror as Seokjin repeatedly tapped his card to no avail. He turned to you with a frown in his face before calling for you. “Sunshine! My card doesn’t work! Help!” He did it again for another measure as though showing you that his card was not working and the beeping sound of the machine’s rejection jolted you awake.

The other passengers were now all looking at you, some of them silently urging you to do something. You could practically feel their impatience radiating from their gazes.

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. You bowed your head to the other passengers before quickly rushing to the front of the bus to tap your own card. You gave Seokjin a pointed glare before yanking him toward the empty seat beside you.

Seokjin just smiled in return, like the entire situation was some sort of game. “What are you even doing here?” you asked, trying to suppress the mounting frustration.

 “Going to the hospital.”

“What about your car!” you asked, still baffled by his presence.

“Left it there.”

You blinked at him, a disbelieving look crossing your face. “You know it’s a bad neighborhood, right? I can’t even assure you that your car would still have wheels when you get back. No, scratch that, I can guarantee it’ll be missing at least two of them.”

“Insurance will take care of it,” he replied, waiving your concern away in indifference before turning to you, his shoulder grazing yours. He thought you were so cute to worry about him when he was quite frankly the most dangerous of them all. “What do you want for breakfast?”

You squinted your eyes at his carefree attitude. “You know, when someone says goodbye to you, you know, like I did just moments ago, it usually means that they are leaving. So why are you here?”

He grinned, unbothered by your sarcasm. “I didn’t accept your goodbye.”

You groaned, exasperated. “Seokjin, that’s not how it works—”

He cut you off with a smile that sent an unreasonably warm shiver down your spine. “I like it when you say my name.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up from his nonchalant admittance and yes, he was too close for comfort.

“I…I think I’d call the HR and take the suspension instead.”

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Your day was filled and you barely had time for yourself. From meetings to research to the therapies, you were feeling drained and it was only 2 pm.

You missed lunch again, you thought, as you bade goodbye to your patient. Despite the weariness, you felt accomplished and at peace knowing that you were helping people. The mind was a peculiar organ, one that barely showed outwardly symptoms when sick. Unlike other sickness in which patients only ever really needed medicine or in extreme cases, surgery to get better, people suffering from mental health needed more than those things. They needed courage to face them. They needed willingness to get better.

More often than not, these people get blamed for how they feel. Did they not realize that no one chose to feel that way?

You were craning your neck as you stepped out of your office, your mind wondering what to eat when you saw him in the waiting room, his eyes trained on the tablet he was reading. His long legs were crossed, his posture perfect as though he was someone regal.

The receptionist immediately neared you, “Doctor Kim has been waiting for you for two hours now.”

 What?

Not knowing how to respond to that, you walked to him. You weren’t even within his line of sight but as though he was atuned to you, he looked up. He blinked, his beautiful eyes mesmerizing the fuck out of you like the first time you saw him in that lobby.

Kim Seokjin simply looked like the prince you inevitably fell in love with despite knowing that nothing good would come out of it.

“Hi, sunshine. You done?”

“H-have you been waiting for me?”

Kim Seokjin gave you a soft, almost teasing smile, the kind that always made your heart skip a beat. "You think I have anything better to do?" He gestured to the empty waiting room, a small smirk playing at his lips. "Besides, I like the view here. It's a good place to relax, especially when the company is... fascinating."

“Kim Seok-”

“Anyway, you haven’t eaten,” he announced as he stood up, gesturing to the takeouts you didn’t notice before. “Let’s eat. I’m starving,” he noted nonchalantly near your ear as though teasing you before sauntering to your office like he owned the place…which, in hindsight, he truly did.

He sat in front of you with that small smile in his face that made him look like a hamster with his cheeks puffed up. You, on the other hand, were astonished at the number of tupperwares in front of you. They were still warm and the aroma was enough for your stomach to announce that it had been starved.

“Tsk tsk,” Seokjin started piling your plate. “You know the consequences of starving yourself. You’re a doctor. You should be more careful. You’re the one taking care of patients. How will you take care of them if you get sick, huh? How? Our bodies need nutrients- you like this, right?” he placed kimchi on your plate, having remembered that you ate a lot of it in the dinner back when Jungkook invited you. “-to nourish us properly. You can’t just survive on caffeine and stubbornness. Seriously, how do you survive?” He continued chiding you,

“Oh my God, you’re a mom,” you realized as you slowly picked up your chopsticks. “When did you even have the time to cook all these?”

Seokjin smiled at your remark. Jungkook would have a field day hearing you tell him that. He already called him Eomma Jin every time he nagged his brothers.

“I woke up at 3 in the morning. No big deal.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at him in disbelief. “Three in the morning?” you echoed, chopsticks frozen midair.

Seokjin merely shrugged, chewing on his food like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Yeah. I had some free time.”

“You had free time at three in the morning?” you asked, voice laced with equal parts amusement and horror. “What kind of person just wakes up in the middle of the night and decides, ‘Oh, let me cook a whole feast’? I swear to God, rich people are just built differently. Do you have more than 24 hours a day or something?”

“I knew you were going to starve yourself just like you do everyday-”

“How do you know that?!”

“Am I wrong, though? Anyway. Eat. I have meeting in 10 minutes.”

You began eating. You would admit that if he wanted, he could be a chef. Seokjin, on the other hand, was quietly reading on his tablet as he ate. Throughout the meal, his phone would ring and he would answer them quietly, all while reading on his tablet. He would answer emails, read diagnosis and add food on your plate.

It was apparent that he was a busy man. You knew he was busy so how come he was here in front of you? How come he cooked at 3 in the morning to go to your house at 5 in the morning?

And when you were done eating, he looked up and smiled at you.

“See you later, sunshine.”

Day 7 of the slavery one-month contract with Kim Seokjin and it was starting to make you feel insane. It was gnawing on what was left of your sanity and control, and you still had 23 days left.

He had effectively taken control over your day. If he saw that your schedule was a bit tight, he would make adjustments. You did try to complain but all your complaints were met with indulgent smile and he would still end up doing what he thought was best for you.

But seriously, it was a Sunday. For heaven’s sake, it was a Sunday. A Lord’s day, if you will.

So why, in hell, was he waiting for you in front of the church when you clearly informed him that even assistants have day-offs and that it was Sunday and you had plans.

“You’re almost late, sunshine,” he chided you playfully as he waited for you to near him.

“How are you allowed here? This is a church. And I’m not entirely sure that you’re not the opposite of lightness,” you grumbled, stopping in front of him with narrowed eyes. “Shouldn’t you burst into flames the second you step on holy ground?”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Excuse me? Are you calling me unholy?”

“I’m calling you a morally questionable character. Unholy? I’m not yet a hundred percent sure,” you clarified, crossing your arms. “It’s Sunday, Seokjin. Sunday. What part of ‘day off’ do you not understand?”

“But I need your assistance to become holy. I mean, if you’re going to heaven, shouldn’t I follow you there, too?” he replied innocently, his lips in a pout as though he was seriously considering doing every holy thing to grant him entrance in heaven. He knew where he was going after this life, though. It didn’t mean that he would stop trying.

“What the fu-”

“Shhh!” Seokjin reprimanded you, his index finger on your lips. “God will hear you!”

You froze, eyes widening at the audacity of this man—this ridiculous, infuriating, entirely too smug man who had the nerve to shush you in front of an actual church.

And worse? He lingered.

Seokjin’s finger and eyes lingered for a moment before he pulled it away with a satisfied nod, as if he had successfully prevented you from committing some grave sin and saving you from eternal damnation. “There. That’s better,” he said approvingly.

You felt yourself blushed at his proximity. Not more than a month ago, you were crushing so hard on this fine specimen and then he had to open his mouth which made you realized that you the gap was just too wide. You were too messed up for someone as perfect as he was.

You thought that he was doing this now because he didn’t know the whole story yet. If he knew, you were sure that he was going to run to the hills and never look at you again.

“Seriously, Jin–”

He shook his head, tsking like you were the unreasonable one. Then, before you could react, his fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you forward. "Stop crushing my spiritual growth," he said, dragging you inside the church like a wayward disciple.

You barely had time to protest before—

"Oh, what a beautiful young couple," a voice cooed.

You turned to find an elderly woman smiling warmly at you both, her gaze kind and approving.

"Thank you!" Seokjin responded immediately, his face lighting up as if she'd just handed him a Nobel Prize.

You nearly choked.

"We’re not—"

“A good man will always lead his beloved to the right path,” She added.

Seokjin nodded solemnly. “That’s what I keep telling her.”

You nearly choked on air.

“I swear to God—”

Seokjin squeezed your hand again, this time in warning, before you could finish that particular phrase in front of the church altar. His grip was warm, firm, and entirely too familiar, and for a brief, horrifying moment, you were aware of just how natural it felt.

This man was going to be the death of you.

With a polite nod to the old woman, Seokjin tugged you along, leading you to a pew as if he actually planned on sitting through the service. You, on the other hand, were still trying to recover from the absolute nonsense that had just unfolded.

The second you both sat down, you leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “What the hell was that?”

Seokjin shrugged, all too pleased with himself. “Just a little divine intervention.”

“You just lied to a sweet old lady in church.”

He gasped, affronted. “I did not lie.”

“You let her think we’re together!”

“I merely accepted her kind words.” He sighed, shaking his head dramatically. “You really need to work on your gratitude, sunshine.”

You clenched your fists, inhaled deeply, and stared straight ahead. You weren’t going to let him get to you. You weren’t.

But then, the next thing he said nearly sent you straight into the afterlife.

“So, should we pick a wedding date now, or—?”

You nearly fell out of the pew.

Before you could even finish that thought, you snapped your hands together in the most desperate prayer you’d ever uttered in your life. You looked up and begged.

Lord, please don’t let me fall for this man. Please.