#on top of her extreme childhood trauma

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I haven't seen any animes with siscon trope so maybe that's why it's easier for me to have a charitable interpretation on Yuri's obsession to his sister that it isn't sexual but what Spy x Family has shown is that it's a series all about trauma and how it really changes people's lives.

First it was Twilight hating the sound of children crying which he eventually realizes that it's been triggering his childhood trauma. He hated so much what happened to him when he was young that he never want another kid to go through what he did. So that became his motivation for being a spy. And that motivation is what made him the greatest spy of Westalis.

In the case of Yuri, he would see his sister come home from her assassin job all bloody without an explanation (this is probably from Yor's early assassin days when she hasn't mastered cleaning up after serving her customers to completely wash away evidence). That's going to make a huge psychological impact on a kid that's still growing and developing.

And because Yor would bring home something he likes (possibly to get him away from questioning further why she's all bloody but also because as his sister she loves him dearly), he goes through these extreme swings of mood changes from fear and happiness without being properly consoled from the first emotion - it's just sorta stays buried and untreated inside him. I think that's what made him mentally unstable.

And on top of the trauma of having lost his parents when he was young, that sent him over the edge to wanna hold onto his only remaining relative.

He is overly clingy with his sister, but he has said that he wants her to find someone she can find happiness in because he became successful because of her:

He simply wants to make sure that the person she marries is someone who can do what he wants to do for her himself - protecting her.

Yuri probably wouldn’t be wishing that Loid and Yor get divorce and the Forger family out of the Briar’s lives if maybe Loid had introduced himself to Yuri as Yor’s suitor first and eventually ask for his permission to ask Yor’s hand in marriage.

Yuri maybe would have been reluctant to see his sister dating at first but he may eventually come to accept it. But Loid came in to his life already married to his sister without even asking for his blessing.

Since Yuri had only had Yor ever since from their tragic accident of losing their parents when they were young, Loid seemed like an intruder in his life. Yor being married for a year without him knowing seems to him like thinning out their bond since she is essentially starting a family of her own, without his knowledge at first.

With a different last name and different priorities.

My point here is that Yuri is reacting to Yor's marriage from the perspective of a mentally unwell person who hasn't healed from his childhood trauma. He's dealing with it with an unhealthy coping mechanism.

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✧˚ · . astro observation VI ✧˚ · .

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astrology observations V

ꕥ Aries and Pisces moons are equally sensitive imo, Aries most of the time outwardly expresses this sensitivity, Pisces is 50/50

ꕥ On top of that, from what i’ve seen aries moons are more sensitive to what people say to them, they can get very defensive and guard their ego closely (honestly this can go for any fire moon) meanwhile pisces is sensitive to their environment and the people around them.

ꕥMoon in 3H can indicate having a love for writing/poetry. It may bring these individuals great comfort and they could’ve been the type to write a lot as a kid. English/Media studies is probably these peoples favourite subject.

ꕥ Pisces moons are careful with what they say to other people sometimes to a point where they can’t speak their minds and be authentic, they easily soak up the energies within a room.

ꕥ Scorpio mercuries are not only very interested in dissecting every bit and piece of their childhood, who they are and what makes them, them. But when they like someone, bro, they will want to understand this person to a fault. They want to find out what makes them tick, what makes them happy and so forth. Great listeners too :))

ꕥ Cancer moons no matter what other placements they have are always so sweet man. Idek how to describe it but anytime i meet a person with a cancer moon they just radiate this loving, carefree energy. Then when i get to know them they’re still loving and sweet, just they hold a lot of emotional baggage and trauma 😭 I hope y’all doing okay.

ꕥ People with libra Sun/Moon/Venus i feel would be attracted to sophisticated, elegant individuals. Someone with an attractive appeal, who has a nice home, pretty facial features, popular or has some status in their area.

ꕥ Ive looked at some of my friends ascendant persona chart, and oml it makes sm sense. One of my friends is a pisces rising but i feel as though only some aspects of a pisces rising was shown through her outward personality, it was only until I saw her asc persona chart that i saw she was an aries rising with venus in the first house. I showed her this and she definitely agreed that her outward personality could come off as an aries rising. So when you check your asc persona chart think of it as like a second rising sign with some influence to your natal rising sign :)

ꕥ Pisces mercuries can get a bad rep within their school/work place. These people can get their words easily twisted around, and eventually they’re blamed for things they didn’t even say/do :( This could be because of the neptunian, illusion like influence pisces will have on the natives communication.

ꕥ Venus transmitting your 5th house can indicate having a fling, or being in a short situation-ship.

ꕥ Moon in the 12th house grants an individual who is extremely empathic, and intuitive to the needs of others. This can lead to people naturally gravitating towards them because of how kind and understanding they seem.

ꕥ Mercury in aspect to MC can indicate someone who is seen as well spoken in the public eye. Typically this goes for mercury in the 10th house however i believe it is stronger when it’s conjunct the Midheaven. These people can easily climb their way up the social ladder by using and manipulating their words. They know how to appeal to the public.

ꕥ Aries moons may have been very rough or rebellious children when younger. They tend to be very action oriented and could be involved in a lot of sports.

ꕥ I feel like sag moons are the types of people who enjoy learning about their friends religions and backgrounds. They find it interesting and want to understand how other people view life.

ꕥ Where you have libra in your chart can show where you like to have peace and harmony, where you like to have things aesthetically pleasing and easy. For example, Libra in 10th house may like to come off as conventionally attractive and pretty. They may want to be seen as someone who is sweet and playful. Ofc this can lead to superficiality, but this can prove to benefit them and their wellbeing, as having a Libra 10th house/MC can make you seem like a push over, this could help the individual learn how to not settle for less and to develop their assertive communication skills. Libra in the 6th house might like to have organised routines that are aesthetically pleasing and that benefit their health/work ethic. But Libra in 6th housers need to learn to balance the outward appearance of their routines with the practicality of their routines. Libra in 6th house may prioritise having a rigid routine simply because it makes them feel nice or makes them look good when they also have to know if their routine is becoming obsessive and is no longer about benefitting their wellbeing. Libra in 8th house may like to have or do have lives with little to no traumatic experiences. They don’t want conflict or life altering events that can put them off balance, and change them psychologically. Because of this, Libra 8th housers may need to learn to accept that some stages in life are not always harmonious and balanced.

ꕥ Sun in 4th house may deep down whether it was a positive or negative experience, have a deep fondness/love for their home and childhood. Even if their childhood wasn’t the best, many with this placement I have noticed tend to reminisce and look back. Some of my friends who have this placement always look back on their childhood even if it was shitty as many of them like the comfortability it gave them. Some of my 4H sun friends told me they were scared to leave and grow as individuals while others told me the exact opposite wanting to get as far away from home as possible.

ꕥ Also i noticed that many 4H suns may still live in their childhood home as adults or one day buy it from their parents.

ꕥ Moon in 11th house may deeply rely on friendships and connections to get through rough times. These individuals are very people oriented and genuinely enjoy meeting new people, none of their connections are insincere.

ꕥ Transit Venus travelling through your 3rd house may indicate having a peaceful school environment or less disruptions in your neighbourhood. This could also indicate a time where you and your siblings get along easily with little to no arguments.

ꕥ Transit Mars travelling through your 3rd house could mean the opposite. Arguments and conflicts are more likely to arise with siblings and in your neighbourhood. There could be some type of restricting, competitive atmosphere at school that makes it seem like everyone wants to be better than the other. However during this time period you could get a lot done either out of anger, competitiveness or simply wanting to meet your end goals.

ꕥMercury-Mars (esp conj) can make a person a very passionate speaker. These people could make great motivational speakers and are seen as the ones who are easily persuasive.

ꕥSun-Mercury is the same except the way i see it is, Mercury-Mars: " YOU GOT THIS! KEEP GOING! I BELIEVE IN YOU😡🫶!" meanwhile Sun-Mercury: " yes!! you got this, you’re slaying so hard rn 🫶"

ꕥNot an observation but a personal opinion, men with lots of scorpio/cancer placements absolutely terrify me, I’m sorry but i had to say it.

ꕥ Well honestly lots of scorpio/cancer placements in a persons chart generally scare me but most of the women i’ve met with this placement are really sweet, clingy, but sweet. The 4 guys i’ve met, talked to and hung out with that had these placements, made me want to obliterate the earth. 😁 (however i will say they were probably very immature and their scorpio/cancer placements hadn’t evolved yet)

ꕥ Jupiter in 6th house may have had lots of pets in their lives or want to have many pets.

ꕥ Jupiter in 6th may also have really good health and could take advantage of that. In worst cases they could abuse substances/routines that are NOT good for them however they happen to be lucky in multiple aspects and could live very healthily. However I obviously don’t suggest this, everything might be fine one moment but sooner or later things could come crashing down any moment.

ꕥ Saturn in 11th might have had restrictive friends, friends who constantly controlled them and what they did, people who criticised them to fit in.

ꕥ If not this, Saturn in 11th may have had (or still have) friends who are older than them and are almost like mentors to them. These individuals could have friends wise beyond their years and give great advice to the Saturn in 11H individual. Saturn in 11H can also indicate having long term friendships.

ꕥ People with heavy plutonian influence are generally pretty popular (depending on the rest of the chart) however i’ve noticed these individuals get into a lot of drama. Even if they hadn’t started anything, these individuals names always get dragged into things for whatever reason. I believe this may stem from the power and beauty that exudes from these individuals, and so people either are jealous and involve them in drama, or people naturally assume they are up to some shady shit.

ꕥ I consider heavy plutonian influence to be if you have scorpio placements (esp a stellium in scorpio or the 8th house), placements in the 8th house, or if you have pluto conjunct/opposite 2+ personal planets.

Thank you for reading, likes and reblogs are always appreciated 🫶

[arxims]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᵀᵂᴼ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : lot of angst, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, smut.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut?, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, walking red flag Jungkook, psychopathy, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, ex criminal lawyer Jungkook, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, extremely graphic torture.

Rating : mature

Word count : 8.2 k

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Your college experience was rather uneventful, a normal one. Your life was only marred by a minor diagnosis of schizophrenia during your childhood. Apart from that, everything seemed normal and in order. You navigated the typical student life, keeping a balance between socializing at parties and dedicating time to your Studies. You may not have been the top student in your university, But you did manage to successfully complete your college education with distinction.

Following your college years,were your years marked by darkness. It was during this time that your naivety as a young girl transitioned into naivety as a woman. Though you had matured enough to manage and tackle life's challenges, your innocence often left you vulnerable, unable to find the hidden motives concealed behind masks of morality. This pattern persisted, and you didn't even care to change this aspect of yourself.

After completing your studies, you made the decision to move to the vibrant city of Daejeon, enticed by a wonderful job opportunity that surpassed the norm for someone fresh out of college. This move gave you the freedom to embark on a journey of self-discovery, a chance to delve into all the experiences you may have missed during your childhood and teen years. It's a path many individuals take when they find themselves in control of their own destiny, a transition that involves exploration and growth. You, a young 21-year-old at that time, was put in a brand-new environment, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and a different way of life. It was the perfect setting for making perfect mistakes. And it was then that you encountered him, setting the stage for a new chapter in your life. A fucked up chapter of your life

He became your very first boyfriend, a significant milestone in your life. Given your lack of experience in romantic relationships, you allowed him to take the lead in your relationship. Because all you wanted was love - mistake number 1

After a few months together, he proposed that you move in with him, and without much hesitation, you agreed. As time passed, his behavior turned more aggressive and controlling, creating a challenging situation for you to hold on the relationship. You found yourself caught in a web of his affection, mistaking his possessiveness for love, a common misconception in such circumstances - mistake number 2

His physical abuse escalated to a point where it became unbearable and animalistic. Despite the hardships, you held on, convinced that your love for him could withstand any trial. Your cousin Jennie made efforts to intervene and help you see the reality of the situation, because she knew about him cheating on you, but your feelings for him clouded your judgment, so you didn't even give her an opportunity to explain. And you were blind, in love, for two years

“(Y/N), please listen, he's not good for you”Jennie literally begged. She couldn't bear to see her like this. It made her sympathize the fact that your boyfriend is sleeping with someone else right now

“I don't wanna listen to anything. And don't you dare talk about Woobin like that” Your eyes were blood red, index finger pointing at the woman who was the only sane person in the room. You grabbed your things and stormed out of the room. Before you leave you warned her again

“If you ever call me to pour your bullshit on me, Then don't call. Ever again” And you stormed off her apartment like that. Ready to cut off her out of your life of she ever talk shit about your ‘Lover’

The situation took a darker turn when you discovered his dark secret. He's been cheating on you and it's been almost a year. And you witnessed it. By your own eyes. All these time, You had the chance to catch on the signs he left but you simply didn't mind it cause you were.. Delusional. This revelation shattered the illusions you had been holding onto, leaving you broken into a million pieces. It was a painful realization that what you thought was love had been a mere hallucination.

In the midst of the chaos, it affected your mind in a twisted manner. A sense of violence and aggression overtook you, leading to an unexpected stay in a mental hospital. It was there that you received a major diagnosis of schizophrenia, a condition silently wreaking havoc in your mind. You never thought it would come back crippling, in a force now that you found his hallucinations even inside your cell.

“Eat up” The woman, one of the staff in the hospital, put a plate of food in front of you. You were found curled in a corner of the room, hugging your knees “Don't make me force you. Be a good one now” and she went away to serve the inhabitants of the other cells.

“Not hungry yet, (Y/N/N)?” Woobin kneeled down in front of you, looking at your lowered head. You hated that voice. To your guts.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!” You grabbed the plate of food which sat near your feet and smashed in harshly on his head. But it was just a mere hallucination which you realized afterwards. The plate came in harsh contact with the gray cemented walls, shattering into pieces. Some injuring your hand. Crimson spread through our hands but it was nothing compared to the crimson hate boiled in your eyes.”YOU FUCKER. WHY DID YOU DO IT?” you let out the loudest scream you could let out, pulling your hair in frustration and hate. The sound brought in the male security as they witnessed you punching the wall, wrecking your knuckles, while in your eyes, it was his face you were punching. “Emergency. Cell number 97, went aggressive. I need back up”

You hated the institution and your stay there and it fueled your desire to break free. Despite enduring turbulent days, you embarked on a journey of recovery and healing that spanned over ten months, and the process was catalyzed by the unwavering support of your parents, cousins, and friends. Gradually, you removed the burden of your past off your head, reclaiming a sense of normalcy in your life. While your condition persisted, you regained the ability to navigate daily life with a newfound sense of equilibrium of mind. Without random outbreaks.

Following a year in Daejeon, the decision to move back to Seoul surfaced, offering the promise of a fresh beginning by your parents .

“Come back with us, (Y/N/N). I can't just let you stay away too far. Please. Leave the job. If you don't get another one, it's fine” Your mom put a reassuring hand on yours. Her eyes showed her worry for your wellbeing. A genuine need to protect you.

“You can move back with us.” Your father suggested, who sat opposite to you on the yellow couch.

“Yeseul and Yoojung said they missed you. They asked me when you would come to visit them again” your mom gave you a smile. Yeseul and Yoojung were your elder cousin Nayeon’s children. You were so good with kids and you loved kids. And you were the favorite relative for almost all the kids in your family “We all are here for you, My baby. I can't risk it again”

Encouraged by your parents to return to your roots for more support and proximity to family, you embraced the opportunity. Then you found yourself back in Seoul, 25 and healed, to begin a new chapter in your journey.

Looking back on the past seven months in Seoul , they seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye. With each passing day, a magnetic pull towards Jungkook became more evident. You met and hung out, not just for casual hookups, but he also made time to accompany you on your shopping spree. This simple gesture brought you immense joy and made you feel truly valued. Everything appeared to be progressing smoothly, giving you a hope that your life would be smooth from now.

As time went on, you found yourself falling deeply in love with him, willing to go to great lengths to make him happy. Your feelings for him were profound, leaving you completely enchanted by his presence, and you would do anything. For him. You were moonstruck..

Your back arched, his thrusts getting stronger with each moan he let out. "Harder... Please," you begged, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he took you to another world. Your vision started to blur, and your heart was thumping so loud, it was like a drum in your head. He was just too good, too good for you to handle.

"You want it harder, huh? Like this?" He shifted his hips in a way that hit all the right spots, making you scream in delight. No need for words with him, he could just sense what you needed. It was like he had your whole story laid out in front of him, just like your legs were wide open for him.

"Please... More... Please," you pleaded, ready to pull him close, but he knew you too well. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, using his other hand to guide your thigh onto his shoulder. He went wild, like an untamed beast. His thrusts, his rhythm, his depth - all too intense. It was almost too rough, making you wonder if anyone else could ever measure up to him.

Adding a cherry on top , Jungkook placed a firm spank on your already red asscheek, already tinged with the warmth of his previous spanks. "You can't be this hot. Oh, darling, you're truly driving me wild," he whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to your rosy lips. Moving to your neck, he showered you with affection, his gentle touch exploring your soft spots, while his other hand delicately caressed your breast as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. He was over stimulating you in all ways. Lips on your neck, finger on your nipple, member inside your hole. What else does a woman need?

He fixed his gaze on you with such intensity, his eyes piercing yours as his dick was destroying you, causing another wave of ecstasy to wash over you. Your eyes rolled back, and your body squirmed uncontrollably with the mind blinding pleasure. Your legs trembled wildly, making it look like you're possessed. Jungkook was too concentrated in observing every nuance of your expressions as he continued to thrust into you mercilessly, as orgasm washed over you, clouding your brain. It felt like a drizzle in your body. He was fucking proud of it. How he made you see stars.

Jungkook finished his masterpiece with some vigorous strokes. He turned you into a canvas, leaving you all white and messy. You were sprawled out under his divine physique, feeling like you hit the jackpot. Gasping for air, you were on cloud nine. The soft white sheets against your skin were driving him wild.

"Tired or are you still craving more?" he whispered, gently caressing your blushing cheek, probably from his not-so-gentle grip.

"I just need a quick breather," you mumbled into the plush pillow. Jungkook, being the considerate guy he is, pulled out gently, knowing you were feeling a bit tender. He dropped himself beside you, both of you catching your breath. His sweat-drenched fluffy hair clinging to his forehead. How can he be so hot? He was tempting you more. “Now, that's what I call one heck of a night.” He breathed out, staring at the ceiling in complete satisfaction written on his face, paired with a smirk.

"I love you, so much" you whispered as you rolled your body over his, feeling the warmth of his well-built frame beneath you. A soft chuckle escaped his lips in response to your affectionate gesture. Nestling your head into the crook of his neck, you peppered his skin with tender kisses. "Seriously, Koo, you have my heart in your palm" you murmured, gazing up at his face to find his eyes already fixed on yours. “Are you even listenin-” Before you could continue, he interjected

"You are too good to be true, so delicate and pure," he breathed out in a tone of reverence, his eyes filled with admiration. Pausing for a moment to absorb his words, you leaned in to resume smothering him with kisses

"Do you love me that much?" he teased, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips, a hint of a predatory gleam in his eyes. He reveled in the power he held over you, loving the way you were utterly devoted to him. His narcissistic tendencies thrived on the adoration you showered upon him, reveling in the feeling of having you under his control like a cherished pet eager to please its master. He's obsessed with this feeling.

"You have no fucking idea, Kook," you whispered softly as you placed your head back to its resting place on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat reverberated in your ears, as clear as daylight. You found solace in the belief that it stemmed from his deep love for you. Little did you know, it was his desire for control that sent shivers down his spine. He was willing to go to great extents to keep you close, to have you be by his side. Because, in all honesty, he was too attached to you, in a way he's attached to taehyung. But the attachment he had with you was different. That he couldn't bear the thought of you being away from him. He couldn't just decipher what it was. So he simply chose to shrug it off.

Tracing delicate patterns on his chest with the gentle touch of your fingertips,you asked , “What are we actually?” Seven months and still you're left in confusion.

Jungkook, sensing your need for clarity, paused and shifted his position to draw you closer to him. His smile, though still present, carried a hint of seriousness in his expression. As he pressed his body against yours, he tenderly brushed his chin against your cheek, a gesture filled with unspoken affection.

"You mean everything to me," Jungkook's voice held a weight of sincerity as he spoke, carefully choosing his words to convey his true feelings and not to use the word love. "I want you to know that you're not just anyone to me."

In that moment, his tone shifted, revealing a deeper layer of emotion. "I truly mean it when I say you're special, like a gift from above."

Seeking confirmation, you asked softly, "So, you love me?"

A playful glint appeared in Jungkook's eyes as he responded, "Love you? No. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, even fetch the moon if you asked." Though his words may have sounded cliché, the sincerity behind them was undeniable. He'd do anything for her. She deserved to understand the depth of his feelings, to know that in his eyes, she was nothing short of perfection.

The man who found himself chained to the bed let out a muffled sound as his eyes locked onto Jungkook selecting the sharpest blade from the array of instruments neatly arranged on the nearby table. His attempts to speak were hindered by the duct tape tightly covering his mouth, rendering him unable to speak.

Jungkook, with a sinister glint in his eyes, observed the man lying helplessly on the 'torture bed' and remarked, "Well, well, well, it seems someone is eager to talk." He calculated that the current victim might survive for a week of the torment. If Jungkook is careful.

Jungkook took pleasure in the sight of the torment of his victims, relishing in the mental and physical anguish he inflicted upon them. He would methodically experiment with new forms of torture, ensuring that they experienced the excruciating agony of a slow, agonizing, and unimaginable demise that could span weeks or even months. Each one of his victims deserved every inch of pain he caused them. And if he could torture them in hell, he'll find a way there too.

The man lying helplessly on the bed was not just any ordinary victim of Jungkook's twisted desires. None of Jungkook's targets could be considered ordinary individuals. Take, for instance, Kyung Dong Nam, The current occupant of his torture bed. In his early twenties, he started in the twisted world of drug dealing, providing opiates at discounted rates to impressionable school children. Despite his initial foray into criminality, his predatory focus on exploiting the vulnerable, hormone raged youth remained unchanged. Over time, his enterprise evolved into a full-fledged criminal organization, as more lives got caught in its nefarious web. It ranged from children to grown ups. Especially youth.

Trafficking children is where Jungkook drew the line. He was sure that 50% of children who went missing last month from Seoul were under them. And Yoongi had an active mission to rescue the said vulnerable children.

Yoongi, an ex military Captain, founded a clandestine organization dedicated to dismantling criminal networks that preyed on society's most defenseless members. The Black ops Syndicate. He left his job just because he was done with this fucked up society and it prompted him to do something. This shadowy group's primary objectives included apprehending rapists, felons, mobsters, human traffickers, and drug peddlers, with a focus on safeguarding the well-being of children and women.

Occasionally, Jungkook used his skills to the cause, taking roles such as an adept interrogator or a proficient hitman in their crusade against the forces of darkness.

Jungkook mercilessly peeled off the duct tape from his mouth in a swift motion, the adhesive tugging at his skin and possibly waxing his mustache in the process. "Don't worry about that. Since you're not out of here with your heart beating, you'll be fine," he reassured the captive with a chilling calmness in his voice.

The bleeding man, struggling to speak through the pain, managed to muster up all the voice he had left to ask, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" His eyes filled with fear and confusion as he awaited Jungkook's response.

"What I want doesn't matter. What's going to happen to you is the only thing that matters now," Jungkook replied, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his lips as he leaned in closer to the injured man, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.

"I gave you the information, now let me go," the man pleaded desperately, hoping to appeal to any sense of mercy Jungkook might possess. But Jungkook's laughter cut through the air, a maniacal sound that sent shivers down the captive's spine. It was a laugh unlike his usual one, carrying an underlying tone of menace and cruelty.

"If I let you go, then who's going to pay for your sins?" Jungkook's voice was cold and unforgiving as he gripped his tied palm, the blade hovering dangerously close to his thumb. In one swift and brutal motion, the blade came down, severing his thumb from his hand, his thumb fell on the white and bloody tiled floor. The basement's soundproof walls muffled the man's agonizing scream, sparing the neighborhood from hearing Dongnam's cries of pain.

Jungkook, unfazed by the gruesome scene before him, casually put a finger to his earlobe, savoring the sound of screams that echoed in the confined space. To him, it was a twisted melody that brought a sick satisfaction to his ears.

"You want me to inject your own urine into your veins, or is there any preference you have in mind?" Jungkook swiftly stemmed the flow of blood from his wound, preventing his prey from succumbing to excessive bleeding. After all, what joy is there in hastening his journey to hell?.The Grim Reaper can wait.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??" he bellowed, his anguished voice betraying the agony he felt as Jungkook cautiously dispensed a few drops of sulfuric acid into an eye dropper.

"I am not sure whether you know me. But. Ever heard of Shadow Reaper? Exclusively for fuckers like you. You must face me before encountering the Grim Reaper," he declared before releasing the acid into the man's eyes. The resulting scream was deafening, indicating the man's likely loss of vision. A Well deserved consequence, one might say.

In the midst of the man's agonizing screams, a faint voice called out, "Jungkook?" Startled, Jungkook turned to see Taehyung standing at the door. "New one?" Taehyung inquired, his expression betraying a sense of familiarity with the situation. Jungkook was known for bringing women to his bed and victims to the basement.

With a hint of innocence amidst his maniacal actions, Jungkook managed to muster a smile for Taehyung. Jungkook bought a new house just so that he could use the basement for murders as he knew Taehyung wouldn't want it in his home. Though he'll never admit it. "Yeah," he confirmed quietly. Despite the grim circumstances, his demeanor remained oddly serene.

“Yoongi is here” Taehyung then stepped back, making way for a figure clad in black to enter the room. The faint white light illuminated the space, revealing the gruesome scene within. The air was heavy with the stench of decayed blood, and the tiled walls only added to the macabre ambiance.

Jungkook proceeded to tape the man's mouth shut, his actions menacing as always.

Drying his hands in a towel, Jungkook carefully closed the heavy grilled door to the dimly lit room that housed the ominous-looking bed. "You know, you didn't have to come all the way down here. It smells a little," he remarked casually, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Yoongi, who had been standing in the shadows, finally cracked a smile, though Jungkook sensed an underlying tension in the air. "Isn't this just another day in the life for people like us?" he replied cryptically. Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that Yoongi's visit was about something more than just a casual catch-up.

"What made you visit this good old friend?" Jungkook quipped sarcastically, knowing that Yoongi rarely reached out unless he needed assistance with a mission. Despite their somewhat distant relationship, Jungkook considered Yoongi a good friend, someone he could always rely on for help. It was this unwavering loyalty that had initially drawn Jungkook to befriend Yoongi in the first place.

Yoongi nonchalantly shrugged as he settled into a seat on the worn, rusted metal table, where an array of weapons lay scattered. "You still sourcing guns from Hoseok?" His tone was casual, reminiscent of the way old friends catch up. "He's got the finest guns and blades, top-notch quality," Jungkook remarked, lighting a cigarette that billowed smoke, enveloping the room in a hazy fog. "So, who's the target this time?"

Locking eyes with Jungkook, Yoongi slid his hands into his pockets and revealed, "It's the youngest Kang, Kang Hajoon of Kang Industries." His voice was steady, revealing the gravity of the situation. "Involved in child trafficking, luring innocent girls with false job offers and exporting them.”

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the mention of the Kang brothers. He had always assumed they were just ordinary businessmen, going about their daily lives. The revelation that you were associated with them caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of concern. Knowing how easily you could be ensnared by their schemes, he felt a deep sense of gratitude that you had not fallen into their clutches. Determined to shield you from any harm, he vowed silently to protect you at all costs.

"Disgusting assholes," he muttered quietly, his mind racing with the possibilities of the dangers you might face. The thought of the Kang brothers potentially deceiving and drawing you into their web of lies sent a shiver down his spine.

“Last week, we were on a mission to save a group of women and kids who were about to be trafficked as sex slaves to Malaysia. Luckily, we managed to rescue them just in time before they were shipped out. You know, once they leave Korea, it's like finding a needle in a haystack trying to track them down.”

Jungkook was all ears, soaking in every word. His instincts about the messed-up state of the world were spot on. “You know what we saw? We discovered 15 girls crammed inside a container, forced to do who knows what in there. And the youngest one was only ten years old. Barely ten. It's sickening, really.” Yoongi was fuming, ready to take down those scumbags hiding behind their masks of deception.

Jungkook tightly closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Despite his reputation for cruelty and unpredictability, deep down, he held a firm belief that children were innocent beings deserving of boundless love and protection. The mere thought of harm coming to them was unbearable to him. The sole reason he became a criminal lawyer was because of how weak laws were on punishing criminals. He defended them in court and killed them at night. It was his usual method until he found yoongi and now it's easy for him to pinpoint his targets.

"And Kangs are behind all this," Yoongi muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted towards the grilled door, indicating the presence of someone significant on the other side. "The younger Kang sibling may oversee the operations, but it is the elder one who wields the true power," he explained, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "The one in that room," he gestured towards the door, "is but a single cog in the machinery of their fucked up business. The Kang family plays a pivotal role in this network, a role so important that any disruption would affect them so badly."

Reflecting on his actions, Jungkook acknowledged that Dongnam, the person behind the door, was merely a small part of a larger scheme. Despite this realization, he harbored no regrets for his actions. Whether significant or not, he believed that justice had been served. However, he knew that in order to confront their boss directly, he needed to delve deeper into the realm of torture tactics. It was likely that he would soon find himself face to face with the mastermind behind it all, who would possibly be the next occupant of the dreaded torture room.

“All these years, we've been trying to find the roots. While they may not be the ultimate source, eliminating them would be likely to inject mercury into a flourishing tree," Yoongi articulated, his emotions still palpable in his words. Overflowing with his dedication to the profession he personally selected.

Curious, Jungkook allowed the extinguished cigarette to drop to the ground before crushing it beneath his boots. "What exactly is my role here?" he inquired. "Typically, I would have instructed you to put an end to Hajoon. However, in this case, I don't want him to meet his death swiftly... I want a slow, excruciating, dreadful fate for him. I want him to yearn for death every moment, and there's no one that could complete this task more perfectly than you. The Shadow Reaper himself. Naturally, the reward is yours to choose.”

“I don't do this for a reward. And I won't ask one. I'll do this one, more passionately than any murder I've done.” Jungkook mirrored Yoongi's anger as he couldn't believe that this person had been around you all this time. "However, I have one condition."

"I know," Yoongi interrupted him, already anticipating what Jungkook was about to say. "Your little girlfriend is working for him and you don't want to drag her into your mess. I have my men there. He won't even be able to harm a single hair on her head." Yoongi never made empty promises; he only guaranteed what he could deliver. If he said no one can't have a scratch on you, he meant it. And everything Yoongi said was true, except one thing - 'his girlfriend'.

“ She's not m-” Jungkook was on the verge of denying the allegation when a voice inside him, a voice that sounded exactly like his own, urged him to hold his tongue. Conflicted, he chose to remain silent. Why was it so difficult for him to deny it? Why couldn't he simply clarify that she was a special person to him, but not in a romantic sense?

As Jungkook hesitated, Yoongi leaned in, his curiosity piqued by the unfinished sentence. "You were saying something?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on Jungkook.

Shaking his head in denial, Jungkook decided to postpone this internal dilemma until after the mission. "No," he replied, his mind already preoccupied with the impending task. "But she must not be dragged into any of this. All I ask is that she should not be involved, and I will do my best to convince her to resign so she can avoid all this.”

“ So. Is that a deal?”

"How's it going with Jungkook?" Jennie inquired, her voice filled with curiosity as you both examined the designed invitation letters. It had been two years since Jennie had started a fulfilling relationship with her boyfriend, Kai. Now, as they were on the brink of tying the knot after two weeks, you found yourself by her side, helping in the wedding preparations. Your impeccable sense of style has earned you the role of her trusted shopping companion.

"It's all smooth. It's just perfect," you replied with a contented smile, your eyes scanning the elegant designs before you.

Jennie playfully nudged your arm and teased, "So, are we going to be planning another wedding soon after mine?”

“It's only been seven months, Nini. You still have a long way to go." You chuckled at her remark, shaking your head in disbelief at the thought of your cousin sister getting married.

As you continued to sift through the various invitation designs, your eyes lit up with admiration. "Oh, this one's a banger. The brown, beige, and gold combination. Totally gives off your vibes," you remarked, your enthusiasm evident.

You then turned your attention to another design, pointing out, "Or look at this one." Jennie watched you with a fond smile, appreciating your eye for detail and creativity. To her, you would always be her cherished little one, and she hoped you would always stay in your joyful and carefree spirit.

"Stay happy, (Y/N). Always," she whispered softly, a sentiment of love and warmth in her words.

After selecting the perfect wedding card, you and Jennie gathered with your close-knit group of friends for a delightful reunion at Jennie's cozy apartment.

Sana took a leisurely sip of her beer before initiating the conversation. "Now that all the girls are here, let's talk about something girly."

Intrigued, Soyeon joined in, "Speaking of girly, has anyone seen the latest 'Barbie' movie? I thought it was all about pink. But it was deep"

Joy chuckled at Soyeon's comment, clarifying, "That's not what Sana meant when she said 'girly,' Soyeonie” . Soyeon always bring a bold perspective to our discussions.

Unfazed, Soyeon playfully flipped her hair and declared, "Hey, just call me S.Y from now on."

Jennie, balancing a tray filled with chips and champagne, joined the conversation, remarking, "S.Y? ."

With a smirk, Soyeon explained, "It just came to me, but it suits me, doesn't it?"

Before the conversation could continue, you interjected, holding up a sample wedding card for everyone to see. "Check out this. My pick”.

“ Oh, wow, (Y/N), this is seriously cool!” Sana's eyes were practically sparkling when she took the card from you. She's all about those aesthetically pleasing vibes. "Brown, beige, and gold? Love it!"

Joy leaned in to get a closer look. "Looks like (Y/N) is the go-to for wedding shopping, huh? I'm definitely booking you for my big day," she declared, pouring herself a glass of champagne. "Count me in too," Sana chimed in.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and all the ladies in the room knew exactly who it was. "I'll get the door," Jennie said as she swiftly got up from her seat.

"Yeji, fashionably late as always," Jennie teased as Yeji walked in. "Sorry, Eonnie. Traffic was a nightmare," Yeji, the youngest in the group, explained. Sana couldn't contain her excitement and immediately hugged Yeji, calling "Yeji bear."

Soyeon couldn't resist chiming in, "So Yeji! Got a man in your life yet?"

“Oh there's tea to spill!!!” Yeji wasted no time and threw her bag on the couch, ready to spill the details.

“You know, when I got this job in this new hospital. I joined in and I met this guy. He's a doctor there. A pediatrician. Ahh. He's soo good with kids..i'm down .. And I was put in the pediatric ward for a while and I couldn't stop crushing on him. Kids love him and so do I? Then we became friends. And he asked me out… we went on a date.. That was the best date I had. Ahh” Yeji said in one breath and she had more to say than that.

“Breathe, Yeji. We're not going anywhere” Joy looked at the panting yeji

“Yeji got a man.. Can you believe it?” You chuckled “So did you?'' Yeji replied back. Ah. About Jungkook.. You only mentioned his name…

"Oh, yes, speaking of dates,I'm seeing someone too" Soyeon began, her voice laced with a hint of excitement as she casually tilted her champagne glass before taking a delicate sip.

The room fell into a momentary silence, broken by a unison exclamation of "WHAT???" from all the girls as they turned their heads in to face Soyeon. Did she just drop a bomb without a countdown?. Jennie, with a playful glint in her eye, couldn't resist a teasing remark, "I was starting to think you were a lesbian, honestly."

Sana, ever the lively one, couldn't contain her joy as she clapped her hands, "Even Soyeon is off the market now! Looks like everyone's got a man, huh?” Sana and Joy were already taken, Jennie was on her way to the altar, and the rest were happily dating.

The attention of the group suddenly shifted to one person - you.

Joy leaned in, her eyes filled with curiosity as she. Joy was all ears,like she was about to hear the juiciest gossip of the century.

"What about you, (Y/N/N)? How was the date with Jungkook?"

You hesitated, pondering the question. The truth was, there wasn't much to share about a date because Jungkook hadn't taken you on a proper one yet. "Um... Well," you began slowly, recalling the moments spent with "Um, well, he did take me bike riding a bunch of times. It was honestly so thrilling, like the wind in your hair, the adrenaline ru-"

Soyeon interjected, bringing the conversation back on track. "No, no, she's asking about the date, not the bike rides. But hey, bike riding is pretty fun too, right? I love bike rides," she said, sinking back into her bean bag. And then it hits you - Jungkook hasn't even dropped the L-word yet, let alone planned a romantic dinner or something.

"Is it weird that we haven't had an official date yet?" you ponder out loud, wondering if you're missing out on something special.

The night enveloped the surroundings in a serene and peaceful atmosphere. The full moon, partially obscured by dark clouds, cast a soft glow, while distant rumbling sounds echoed from above. The moonlight gently illuminated the wet path, creating a shimmering effect that reminded you of an endless ocean of light.

Jungkook has been your companion for chilly late-night walks for over seven months now. Before meeting him, you used to wander alone at night. However, with him by your side, the experience felt a hundred times more enjoyable and secure. He had a fondness for night strolls with you, walking closely together, his bicep occasionally brushing against your arm.

“I always miss you when I'm at work, you know,” You confessed, breaking the comfortable silence and earning a glance from Jungkook. “Then I'll wait outside your building the whole day,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging. “Or you can just resign.” He shrugged. But you didn't know how much he wanted you to resign from Kangs.

"Quit my job and become a stay-at-home partner? Seriously?” you questioned, a hint of surprise in your voice as you paused "If you want to stay home, go for it. Just move in with me.” He dropped it off so casually

Your steps stopped. Did he just suggest that you move in with him? Jungkook halted beside you, his gaze lingering on you as if you were a vision of perfection in his eyes, even in your simple outfit.

"I'll take care of you," he murmured, his voice as soft as moonlight, exuding a sense of tranquility and depth that enveloped you in a serene aura.

"Sure, two unemployed lovebirds cohabitating” you interjected, breaking the moment, sensing that if you allowed him to continue, the conversation would go into a different direction. "You think I don't have a job?" he challenged before placing a comforting hand on the small of your back.

"Alright, what do you do then?"

"You swore you wouldn't ask, remember?" He replied, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Well, as long as I don't know, I'll just assume you're on a permanent vacation."

Jungkook couldn't help but release a soft chuckle at your persistence. His laughter was infectious, causing you to join in without hesitation. "What about starting a law firm? I could work under you," you suggested with a grin.

"I thought you already worked 'under' me, on my bed," he quipped, a mischievous smirk spreading across his handsome face. Your smile faltered, a wave of memories flooding your mind. "Jungkook..." you whispered, caught off guard.

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" he raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. You knew he was right. Spot on. And that realization was the cause of your cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Jungkook chuckled softly, appreciating your efforts to maintain a facade of toughness.

"Why haven't we gone to a nice dinner spot yet?" The question your friends brought up earlier was still on your mind.

"Huh?" Jungkook played dumb, acting like he didn't catch what you said.

"Come on, why no dinner date yet? You always find an excuse!"

You repeated, hands on your hips in that classic confrontational stance.

"I never saw the need to do the whole fancy dinner with candles and all that jazz. Isn't just hanging out like this way more fun? Plus, you love our midnight adventures." Jungkook took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to change the subject.

"But a chill dinner date wouldn't kill us either, right? Do you even care about ‘us’?" You raised an eyebrow, calling him out on avoiding the D-word.

“You only need a hard fuck to forget about a date. You want that? Or any other.. Preferences?” What the fuck? You elbowed him but did he stop? No.

“Or you want it slow. Vanilla?”

"Stop it," you said firmly, holding his gaze.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to stop," he replied, his voice low and deep, sending an unexpected shiver through you.

You looked up at him, taken aback. "What's gotten into you?" You had never seen this intensity from him before. He was usually so laid back and cool, but now it was like some new, aggressive incubi had taken hold of him.

“What's got into me? Oh (Y/N/N)” He let out a chuckle, poking his tongue on his cheek “I can fuck you into this pavement right now, if I want to, (Y/N). I'm choosing not to cause I care about you and your preference and here you are doubting your significance to me” He looked down at your face. You were already looking at him.

It was a common custom for you two to have staring contests. You even met him like that.

As a sprinkle on the top, the cloud started pouring. Not so strong but not so gentle, soaking you both. You both starred in the eye for a moment.

“Fuck this” Jungkook huffed, crashing his lips onto yours grabbing your head to draw your more closer to his lips, wrapping you in his strong embrace. Rainwater flowed down your faces, blending with your salivas which were exchanged

You pulled back slightly, needing a moment to catch your breath amid the storm brewing between you two. With raindrops glistening on your skin, you managed to ask the question burning through the tension - "Be honest...what do you actually feel for me?"

His gaze met yours, eyes holding a softness typically reserved just for you. "You want me to tell you?" he replied, voice tender yet tinged with longing. "You're so incredibly special to me...I can't even put into words what draws me to you, but it goes far beyond just physical traits. There's something about your essence that drives me crazy."

The rain continued cascading around you both, dripping from his tousled hair, tracing down his chin. Yet neither made a move to seek shelter. If anything, the gentle downpour only heightened the intimacy of this vulnerable moment between you. "I want you to stay with me, always..." he confessed, the hushed words hanging pregnant in the rain-kissed air.

“After my hyung, you're the first person who made me feel this urge to stay..” His eyes.. It showed how genuine he was. “You think I'm the kind of person who hangs out frequently. Or a person who likes company? No. You made me like this. And this side is reserved for you”The downpour was strong like the love you poured on him. He leaned his head more towards you “Do you understand?”

You were lost there. Even the middle of the road felt like a void. Just You him and the rain that soaked you both. Damn he looks hotter with that white t-shirt sticking to his abs. But his words were more hot. “I do,” You whispered, knowing that this night would forever be etched in your mind

He clasped one of your hand, tugging you more into him“Let's just get out of here, then"

Your hair was still freshly wet. Your skin still had droplets of the rain that was pouring outside the house. But none of them bothered him, as he embraced your bare form into his. Laying sidewise, facing you, he buried his head into your ample bosom, sucking them like it's his last meal. His wet strands tickled your chest. In a hot way. His right hand tightly gripped your thigh, holding it around his perfect waist, leaving an imprint on your thigh that will remind you of him. He slid his other arm around your shoulder, for more access, his hunger increasing every second. His grip left your thigh as it slid down to your femininity. Teasing your clit for a while, soaking in the dirty sounds you made, he slipped his two fingers inside, curling them in a swift motion.

You on the other hand, had your head thrown back, and your fingers disappeared into his wet strands, tugging them more as he sucked more harshly. Your back, arching at every curl of his finger. Each of his nibbles and bites paired with his fingers moving in animalistic pace inside you, send a kind of feeling which travels until the tip of your toe, leaving you the only option to curl them.

The arousal which was boiling inside you, fumed and came out of you in the form of moans. Dirty and loud. You silently thanked him for taking you to his house and not his shared ones. Detaching his head from your breasts, after overstimulating them to the final limit, he shifted his focus to his fingers. “It's here, huh?” He curled his fingers right at your sweet spot, stimulating you to the utter point. “There.. Right there” You had your eyes closed tightly. The pleasure was so much that you might get blind if you open your eyes.

Jungkook always asks for your opinion in everything that includes you. Especially sex and you're used to sharing your likes and opinions even though it took you a while to get used to it. Your thighs shook vigorously at the intensity of his finger thrusts, you unintentionally clenched, indicating him of your first orgasm of the night. The moment he got the message, he pulled his fingers out, which were now coated with your slick. A whimper of displease left you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“That's not the plan for tonight” He teased his member on your clit, soaking your clit in his arousal. Your eyes closed again. He's not like the usual self tonight. He usually had a feral sex drive, not soft and caring like this . Maybe he has something on his mind and you were down to do what he pleased. He slowly slid himself into you, penetrating you inch by inch, in contrast to his usual method of sliding in. your toes curled in the sensation, feeling him fill you completely. A soft and moan left your lips which was purely out of pleasure with no hint of pain . He stilled his hips when he was completely inside you. He was treating you like a fragile delicate flower. His daisy .“I'm gonna make you feel every inch of pleasure” His lips met your forehead then both cheeks and then your lips, leaving smooth kisses heightening the intimacy. The air in the room was melting you. Or maybe it's his… Love. “Every kind of pleasure, My little daisy,” He put the misplaced wet hair strand which was falling on your face to the back of your ear, before pressing another long kiss on your forehead. You couldn't help but feel the heat of his feeling. You never had a sexual experience comparable to this one. Prior to him, you never even felt what actual pleasure felt like. And being cherished by a man was better than you imagined.

Hajoon glanced up from his laptop, his eyes met the figure of his obedient and punctual assistant, Park Jimin, who stood meekly in front of him. "Did you send the files for the Hwangs company?" he inquired, his voice calm yet authoritative. Jimin nodded in response, a gesture of affirmation that did not go unnoticed by his observant boss.

"Good," Hajoon acknowledged, a hint of irritation in his tone. He acknowledged Jimin's dedication, noting the extra hours he had put in that evening. Glancing up at the clock."It's okay, Mr. Kang," a small smile graced Jimin's lips in response to his boss’s rude demeanor.

Hajoon, in a rush, urged Jimin to leave so that he could resume his ‘Jerking off’ which includes child nudity.

Hajoon, displaying his impatience, rolled his eyes dismissively. "Don't roam around here thinking I'll pay you extra, you signed up for this" he bluntly remarked. Known for his sharp tongue and lack of restraint, Hajoon's words were capable of making an impatient man get the urge to break his nose bridge. But Jimin's expression remained unchanged, his smile even widening in response.

"Why are you smiling like a fool?" Hajoon's voice grew louder, devoid of any hint of empathy, even towards his secretary of three years. "Is there something you find funny?" he hissed

Jimin approached him slowly, until he stood directly in front of Hajoon's chair. With a casual air, he perched himself on the edge of the desk. "I was just thinking how are you gonna survive the coming days" he remarked coolly.

Hajoon had had enough of Jimin's rude behavior. "I'll be fine, just get lost and sort out my next schedule," he snapped.

Jimin, with a slight tilt of his head, responded, "Oh, it's already planned." A mischievous smile played on his plump lips as he casually pulled out a gun and aimed it at Hajoon's forehead. "You have a meeting scheduled with the Reaper," he announced, his tone chilling. Removing his fake glasses, Jimin adopted a false apologetic expression, causing Hajoon's breath to catch in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "Jimin? What on earth is going on?" Hajoon instinctively raised his hands in a gesture of surrender as Jimin's fingers lingered on the safety of the gun.

"It's Agent Park, Black Ops Syndicate,"

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[i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away]

If I had a nickel for every show where there is a extremely pretty lady that's been made tough by the hard life she's had, serving in an organization that isn't good all the time but isn't bad, while carrying the trauma of something she can't talk about, and she serves as the right hand lady of her male best friend that is the top leader of their work place who is goofy, likes to cook, makes dad jokes, and has just absolute dad energy, and is going to die and they know it, and they're both (non cannon, except to me) bisexual and they are just as blorbo together if they are life long best friends or married, and they both mentor / parent a witty, dark haired female lead that has trauma from both her traumatic childhood and the fact she is descended from someone who has weird genetics that gave them power but was also a murderer that hurt people, so she fears she is a monster until meeting someone almost like her who explains that her genetic mutation isnt morally bad and she isnt genetically predisposed to being a monster and they all work together and go on missions sometimes out in space but they are such a family it kills me

I'd have two nickels which like. I love.

But like. Melinda may, Philip Coulson and Daisy Johnson are just. So Una Chin Riley, Christopher Pike, and La'an Noonien Singh. The venn diagram is a circle. I am going insane over this

[mezzy303]

So I've been rereading skip beat from the beginning for the first time in uhhhhh almost 10 years and I'm going inSaNE over characterizations and development that I have to write it down

At this point I'm only at the Heel siblings arc so I haven't gotten to the Guam or Saena arcs which are very big for Kyoko and Ren's character development and healing which I haven't reread since those chapters came out

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Nakamura for basing Kyoko and Ren's childhood struggles and trauma on very real things that aren't often, if at all, dealt with in anime/manga and also writing them with utmost care (Not only do the traumas inform their personalities, but their healing arcs aren't just a one and done thing!! It's a very slow process) Like starting with Kyoko, her single mother neglected her so much that she was raised by a family friend. On top of that, nothing Kyoko did was ever good enough for her mother, and both of these things are so apparent in Kyoko's character. She attaches herself to fairytales and magic as an escapism and because she relates to stories like Cinderella. She literally cannot function if she messes up and no one criticizes her. She can't properly acknowledge her own talents and beauty without it being attached somehow to fairytales; she never quite believes shes good enough. Similarly, she didn't want to bother anyone with her troubles, so she always dealt with them alone/in private spaces. Pretty sure she also has lowkey abandonment issues. And this is all parental trauma!! Things she already has before the series starts and she gets so utterly heartbroken she swears off romantic love entirely so she can never get hurt the same way again.

(I don't think I'll ever get over how Kyoko told all this to Kuu and he was literally like I'm adopting you. Your mine now. Sorry I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And Kuu going home to his wife like hey we got a new kid 😂 Like Kyoko freezing up when she made mistakes and then Kuu showing her love instead of reprimanding her makes me go 🥹😩💖✨😭💝 Kyoko getting all fluffy from head pats🥹🥹 But on the downside she literally can't bring herself to call him dad unless she's in acting mode sjdfhsf)

When I really consider it, I wonder if Kyoko really loved Sho as a person or like.... the idea of him. Like he was just a convenient guy via proximity bc Kyoko needed someone to be her "prince". We haven't been shown exactly why she fell in love, but it would explain why she stuck with dedicating herself to him despite his terrible personality and knowing he never saw her the same way. It's portrayed like the concept of hatsukoi in anime where its ✨pure✨and innocent✨It seems very idealistic. Whereas Kyoko's love for Ren is more mature. She sees every aspect of Ren and doesn't sugarcoat it, she sees him as he is (she does him up on a pedestal but partially bc she admires him but also as an extreme measure to protect her heart and hide her feelings imo)

And REN. trauma to the max. He had to deal with the hardships of making a name for himself when his parents are already famous, extreme racism from being biracial, his friend/mentor dying from an accident he unintentionally caused???? Like boy hates himself so much he's literally disassociating 24/7 he needs a fucking therapist. I get how being Ren has helped him in some capacity but he needs a professional asap. Though deep diving into this is so interesting because Ren/Kuon compartmentalized his issues and the parts that he hates about himself so much he created its own persona ("Dark Kuon"), to the point he's rarely ever just himself. And he buried it so deep that as soon as he cracked the lid open, those emotions just spilled out. He can't even allow himself to be happy, and when he does feel truly happy, his automatic response is acting nonchalant,,,,,,,,,,,, he didn't even realize he was doing it at first 😢

Also the symbolism with Ren's watch makes me go a little feral. I don't remember if it's originally his or Rick's but it obviously stopped when the latter died and Ren keeps it as a reminder of what happened and why he went to Japan. It's a weird item since it grounds him but also represents his heavy trauma, and I think having those two things in one kinda showcases Ren's unhealthy coping mechanisms (like grounding himself to something traumatic isn't... great...). But that scene where he realizes he took it off and he has a moment of whether it to keep it on as Cain Heel or not??? *clenches fist* it was so good. (To recap it, he had his watch so he wouldn't lose himself in the role of BJ and then forgot it in the bathroom after an unexpected trauma response) Ren narrates his thoughts as choosing between Rick or Kyoko but interpreting this, he's choosing whether to keep himself stuck in his past trauma or move forward and let himself be happy AKA stick with unhealthy coping mechanisms vs try something healthy and rely on people he trusts. Kyoko essentially becomes someone Ren grounds himself to 🥺 He still needs therapy though lmao. He's so mentally unstable in this arc,,,

As I'm writing this I'm seeing a parallel between Kyoko and Ren and how they both had an experience that completely and utterly broke them, and it was this that pushed them onto their current paths in showbiz. And they likely would never have met each other again if those things never happened (they had to lose themselves to find each other?? 😭). It's so funny to me that Ren is all like ThEiR fAtEs ArE iNtErTwInEd with Kyoko and Sho when you have to consider the fact that him and Kyoko meeting again was like. a chance in a billion. It was fate 😂

KyoRen is such a poetic ship to me. The fact that they're different people when they meet and don't recognize the other. How Ren starts falling in love AS SOON AS HE REALIZES KYOKO IS THE SAME GIRL HE MET (Ren being gray/demiromantic.... more at 5). Kyoko lowkey starting to crush on Ren when she witnesses a bit of his real personality. These two things happening around the same time??????? And Ren being SO afraid of being Kuon, his true self, because of his bad qualities, but Kyoko pulling out the good qualities without him fully realizing it?? (I'm 100% referring to Kuon being a mischievous little shit and I live for how he teases Kyoko) tbh they treat each other differently from other people without even realizing it lol. And Kyoko being surrounded by toxic and possessive men pursuing her, and Ren being anything BUT. Like my man is a gigantic green flag. He recognizes that he can't seriously pursue Kyoko bc she's a minor and he really tries his best to only be a friend and mentor in her life and keeping her trust and never crossing her boundaries despite the stereotypes of men being "unable to control themselves." Y'all take point this should be the standard at minimum☝️

I have to talk about Sho bc this boy is so fucking toxic but he makes such a fascinating character. As much as I hate how Kyoko got heartbroken in the way she did, I think it was necessary so that she could leave Sho's sorry ass and cut him out of her life. Seriously,,,, he took advantage of her and used her as a servant. she literally dropped out of school, moved to a different city, and took on two jobs for the sole purpose of helping his career and then he threw her away like a used rag (JUST THROW THE WHOLE MAN AWAY). And then he has the audacity to fall in love with her smh. Anyway the fascinating part about him to analyze is how he's so possessive of Kyoko. Like she was a mere fly in his life, but she was always his. Until she wasn't. And I think those twisted thoughts kinda morphed into feelings for Kyoko. Ig in a way he still cares about her, but it could never hide how toxic he is. Anyone who's like I don't care how this person thinks of me as long as I take up the biggest space in their heart is egotistical and narcissistic. BUT he and Kyoko bickering like siblings will always be funny. Like epitome of two people who've lived with each other for way too long so they know how the other ticks and also get on each other's nerves 😂😂Sho does makes a good foil for Ren though. Like he's basically everything Ren is not: immature, temperamental, possessive, vain, the list goes on. His only redeeming qualities as a character is providing good drama and humor and being an example of what Ren isn't.

Skip Beat is really a story about healing and learning to love yourself and letting others love you and Nakamura is such a good story teller 🥺

[golbooty]

Betty Grof rant essay 6 months late!! i'm still heartbroken here's 1000 words about it!

I still have so many Thoughts and Feelings about Betty's character that I made a whole separate sideblog more or less just to share them so if YOU are also afflicted with this brainrot then welcome

So after 2 rewatches of fionna and cake and having Simon and Betty infect my brain like a pair if ill-fated amoebas for the past six months I have a random burst of energy and. want to share why I feel so disappointed in the conclusion Betty's character arc.

I feel like most of the positive reviews of the casper & nova + cheers call them "bittersweet", but I honestly can't see anything sweet about the ending. Simon's obvious immense guilt/trauma/depression aside, they're really just going to leave Betty like that? She no longer has a corporeal form and is perma-fused with a malevolent cosmic deity forever. There's no bittersweet maybe-in-the-next-life or deadworld ending for Betty. There's no "I can't be with the love of my life but I get therapy and friends and ride into the sunset". She's just... gone, at least if we take the narrative at face value. We obviously don't really know exactly what being Golbetty is like for Betty, the only hint being choosegoose describing it as "languishing", which isn't positive. I've seen a few people retort that "maybe Betty likes being an all powerful chaos deity" which, maybe? But nothing Betty ever did implied that she would enjoy that or want that type of power. Her only wish was to cure Simon and be with him again.

I also can't be convinced that Betty would've chosen to fuse with Golb if she'd been of sound mind. Beyond the MMS-ness, it's difficult to imagine the depth of her guilt/horror realizing what she'd done to Simon by jumping through the time portal, essentially condemning him to 1000 years of thinking she'd abandoned him and died in a nuclear apocalypse at best, and at worst leaving Simon with the belief he somehow harmed/killed her without knowing it. For. A thousand years.

As if that's not enough guilt, the first thing Simon does after their reunion in AT is beg her to let him die instead of becoming Ice King again. And she refuses, because this is Betty we're talking about, and she just won't give up. She promises Simon she'll figure out a way to cure him without realizing that it will be nearly impossible and then drives herself mad trying. Just.. the immense guilt that Magic Betty must've felt knowing she stole Simon's one chance to escape the curse and pass on peacefully, and now he's trapped in his own mind waiting for her to free him and she just can't figure out how.

On top of that, you have Magic Betty summoning Golb as a last ditch effort which ENDS THE WORLD. Having Betty revert back to her sane(ish) self alongside Simon inside Golb and fully confront the consequences of Betty's actions was... narratively great but also cruel. Betty clearly understood she just triggered the apocalypse- "this world will end unless Golb is banished" and "I'm sorry for messing everything up" and absolutely feels like it's her responsibility to fix that. And I think the most heartbreaking part of that entire scene is Simon just... giving up. He's not upset with her for not letting him die or abandoning him or ending the world he just. Holds her and tries to comfort her That must've been... really something for Betty.

I know Simon/Ice King is touted as the big tragic character in Adventure Time, and while yeah, fair take, I really can't get over the immense tragedy that is Betty Grof's story. She's never allowed to be happy. We don't learn much about her background, but most of her character traits to me at least point to an unhappy childhood (extreme impulsivity, disregard for her own well-being, obsessive tendencies, self sacrificing). She falls deeply in love and accidentally loses her sense of self and purpose in it. Then her fiance, the love of her life, loses his mind and starts attacking her. Then she impulsively jumps 1000 years into the future because she sees him and she loves him so much and she can't stop herself, but he's gone in an instant and now and the world is completely unrecognizable and she has no one. Simon has been warped into a demented lunatic, and she knows he's still her there and it's her fault. Then she goes absolutely bonkers-crazy trying to fix everything and starts betraying people left and right, then nearly destroys the timeline (including herself!), then it culminates in her ending the world. (sidenote: I fucking love how powerful Magic Betty is. like she's a random human who maybe learns magic for a year or two and figures out how to both destroy an entire timeline and summon the most powerful being in existence? ?? fuck I love Betty.) Then she condemns herself to an infinity of suffering in order to keep Simon safe. Like fuck.

I love a good Christ figure/big sacrifice, but I don't find Betty's arc bittersweet or satisfying at all. She didn't want nor deserve her fate, she was forced into it and ultimately destroyed herself out of guilt and grief. It's just... bleak. Every small mistake Betty makes is punished beyond reason. She's burned up and torn up and twisted and it's ultimately because she loves someone too much and wants to save him. She's robbed of the chance for any real character growth or happiness.

Ultimately, I think the show did try to give her and Simon closure, but it went about it in such a bizarre, unconvincing way. They both felt so out of character in Casper & Nova and Cheers that it just seemed flat and unfulfilling. Any character development Betty underwent as Golbetty happened off screen, which is maybe why she seems so... not Betty, especially in Cheers. And I mean, "I have no regrets" my ass, after everything she (unintentionally) put Simon and herself through, that line feels almost cruel. Not to go all "he wouldn't say that" but... she wouldn't say that. On top of that, her final message to Simon seems to be "don't you dare sacrifice your mind and humanity for the sake of someone else" WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE DID? Also see paragraph 2: she's still fused with a malevolent chaos deity isolated in the cold vacuum of space.

I sort of understand not wanting to give Betty and Simon a happy ending together, although I still think done correctly it could've been a satisfying and good ending, even if Fionna and Cake seems to retconn a lot about their relationship that paints it rather unfavorably. More than anything, though, I wish they'd shown Betty an ounce of mercy. She's a phenomenal character, she's funny and smart and impulsive and stubborn and so good. Her character had so much potential for growth and fulfillment and happiness and she just ended up being a plot device for Simon's arc and I will Not forgive that. The ultimate message of her story is that suffering begets suffering and mistakes will be punished to the fullest possible extent. I know to some that feels "realistic" but this is adventure time and that's a harrowing fucking message to end on.

[kandyzee]

Something I hate when u try defend Debbie, Mandy, Karen, fiona and even Monica is how someone will always come back with the "Frank was abused and you hate him🤡" like yes I do!! Cause its different.

Debbie, mandy and Karen are all teenage girls who show that they have grown from their actions and are better after! Frank is a old man who has had his whole life to work through his trauma and get better. Frank didn't do something wrong and change for the better (in the space or a couple years) like the girls. He forced Monica to keep fiona and did it YEARS later with Carl too. Frank didn't just 1 or 2 horrible things, he did hundreds.

And can we talk about how Frank is a massive factor to why Debbie, fiona, Monica are the way they are?? Frank didn't break the cycle and he abused his kids and his partner. The other 3 actively try not to do that! Debbie is a fantastic mum she's not perfect, but she would never tell her kid to sleep with an adult or insult and belittle her. LIKE FRANK. Fiona spends her life till she is 28 doing everything for her siblings, sure she makes some mistakes, but she would never hurt them on purpose. LIKE FRANK. Monica is a terrible mother, but she tries to get help. She wants to get better, and who is it that almost always pulls her down?? FRANK.

A lot of what Frank does can be explained by his abuse and I really sympathise with him when we meet his mum. I hate that women. But a tragic childhood is not enough for me to forgive a man who has done the following things

-got his very young son kidnapped over a bar bet.

-used a dying woman for money and slept with her knowing she would likely die

-gave his son a bloody nose over a t shirt

-neglected all his children from fionas birth to his own death

-sexually assaulted his wife

-got a convicted pedophile into Congress

-told his underage daughter to sleep with grown adults so that he could sneak into that adults house to sleep

-broke his mental ill wife out of hospital, with the help or his young children

-tricked his son into thinking he had cancer

-tricked his son into being the bio father of 6(?) Kids

-used another mental ill woman for his own enjoyment

-told his own daughter to be "skins" in a game (meaning to take her shirt off 😃)

-forced his 9yr old daughter to become the main carer of all her siblings

-left his 3 very young children on the side of the road while one of them was extremely ill

-lied about being gay to hundreds of people for personal gain

-used ANOTHER mentally ill woman

-became the sponsor to an addict just so he could live with him and later outed him as gay even tho the man wasn't gay ??

-brought monica back into his children's life because he wanted money(he tricked her to coming back)

-has used prostitution services

-steals form pretty much everyone

-repeatedly ignored his youngest daughters attemps at closeness

-hes racist

-seduced his daughter in attempts of getting her liver

-ruined his daughters wedding

-given drugs to a baby with down syndrome

-called CPS on his own kids, particularly forcing his young adult daughter to now legally becoming guardian of her 5 siblings

-creating credit cards under his kids names

-used homeless people to create a second family

-handcuffed his wife to a bed so she couldn't get an abortion

-spiked his kids with drugs

-pretending his kids was homeless and begging with him

-showed clear sexual interest in Karen (a teenage girl)

-tried to strangle his daughter

-He advised Carl to use Chuckie to smuggle drugs, and then gave both of them away for police

-He refused to go Carl's parent night at school, but instead went to Karens

-encouraged his son to be a drug dealer

And that's just what I can remember of the top of my head. So yes FUCK FRANK and love my shameless girls

[faiiryteethh]

I'm just curious is there anything that you have in common with alice liddell to make you the "irl alice liddell" other than looking like her? I see it appearance wise but I was just wandering if you actually relate to her as a person/character...

Yes!! A big reason why she means so much to me is because I have so much in common with her & I've felt such a deep connection to her character ever since I played the first Alice game.

Trigger warning! some of our similarities include very sensitive topics 💜

we both were sent away to Asylums

we both were abused / mistreated at the Asylums

I also had a toy rabbit that i loved dearly but was taken away from me when we were thrown out of our home (along with a lot of my other childhood belongings)

we both have a sister named Lizzie

we both have been manipulated and made to believe we were insane by people we trusted. for her it was Bumby and for me it was my own mother, sadly.

we both have experienced psychosis or hallucinations

we both have been given medication / treatment against our will

we both have self-harmed

we both have experienced extreme grief and survivor's guilt as a result of a loved one dying while we somehow did not.

we both have PTSD & are haunted by our trauma/past.

both of us have memories that are so painful that our brain actually forgot about them. like alice i did recover my memories but i went through dissociative amnesia for years.

we both are fond of animals

we both had a sibling who was r*ped (except in my case the person who did it also r*ped me too)

we both have used opium as a vice (except my form of it was modern day heroin)

though i never actually received shock therapy I was almost forced to undergo it because i had lost my rights to refuse treatment by being deemed "incapable of making my own medical decisions" and was scheduled for ECT treatments against my will. I was so terrified by what the patients looked like who were coming back from ECT (scabs on there upper forehead, some of them who became my friends couldn't even remember who i was, one woman had forgotten what her own daughter looked like!) and because i was so scared i ended up climbing the fence to escape the hospital while we were outside for "yard time". i am still so grateful that i made the decision to escape and i succeeded. even though i have bipolar disorder, i was only 19 and was way too young for ECT. and i later found out that many patients had been mistreated and medically abused at that same hospital. some of them had even died under "mysterious circumstances" i also had other horrific things happen to me there.

shout out to McClean Hospital! also/formerly known as Somerville Asylum and Charlestown Asylum!! if you know anyone who has attended this hospital then they most likely have some horror stories to tell.

but yeah i'm sure i have a lot more similarities with alice. these are just the things i could remember off the top of my head. her character means the world to me. hence why alice: madness returns is my ultimate comfort game. i also truly love the aesthetics in the game itself. i love bugs, rabbits, cats, strange creatures, fantastical things, the victorian era in general. so so much of what is displayed in the game is directly similar to my personal interests or IS one of my interests lol. i could go on and on about my love for the game and my love for alice but i think this post is already quite long so perhaps i should end it here😊

[kaistrashbin]

🪴Oh after the fact but… another element that indicates Angie is moreso her own person/alter… is that Donna “using Angie to speak” happened before… she got the cadou parasite, right…? Some people attribute Angie’s possible sentience to that, but… Angie seemed to have already been around long before that…? She was made by Donna’s dad after all…

Yes! After looking at several sources (including images of the Gardner's Diary), it is known that "Donna would speak through Angie". Just one example of this is what one can assume to be post-Cadou interactions with the Gardner. I believe it's in one of his letters written after Miranda's adoption (and of course Cadou implantation) of Donna where he describes Angie as "more lively". This is a clear indication that Angie was already speaking for Donna; the extra liveliness being that due to the Cadou spread to her, Angie now has her own separate body. Previously, it was Donna's body which Angie would communicate through. Though clearly the gardner wouldn't have known or be able to understand it, he still knew that per usual Angie was doing the actual communicating.

I have seen some say that this behavior (that being Angie speaking for Donna) began in Donna's childhood, but I haven't found any form of official or in-game confirmation of this. If there is then I simply haven't found it yet. Despite me not knowing of any possible evidence to suggest this, I'm not shooting this down. I actually find it completely believable. It is clear that the death of whoever Claudia Beneviento was (I personally like to stick with the idea of her being Donna's sister and the grief of losing her being what drove Donna's parents to their deaths), along with the deaths of her parents were extremely impactful and traumatic events in her life. On top of that she had already been dealing with issues due to the scar on her face, so imagine. Poor little baby going through a lot and the effects were long-term. So yes, although I personally have not seen any direct confirmations of this, based on these other things we can piece together it's completely reasonable to say that Angie appeared in her childhood.

The connections between Angie and major trauma in Donna's early life, in my opinion, continue to support the idea of Angie being an alter. There's really a lot of room to play around with the connection between Donna and Angie, and i'm not saying this is strictly how I interpret them. But it is an interpretation I support because of how believable it seems.

Thank you for sending in the ask btw! Always love ending up writing several paragraphs on Donna LMFAOO

[dimepdf]

𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n's first lone Hot One interview after becoming public with her boyfriend of 3 years.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

word count. 2.4k

genre and warnings. fem!actor!reader, black coded, blonde locs, child actor, hot wings, spicy tolerance, swearing, besties with zendaya, slight childhood trauma, mostly just chara building | —  series masterlist.

Y/N L/N SHEDS TEARS WHILE EATING HOT WINGS | HOT ONES 

The interview starts with Sean Evans sat across from Y/n L/n in beige high waisted jeans that buttoned just above her belly button, hugging her curves, paired with a more neutral tone of brown small halter top along with the oversized dark denim jacket that no doubt belonged to Joseph. 

Her outfit was more comfortable, despite being pieced together perfectly, still having her fan favorite unique fashion touch with her new fresh light bleached blonde long locs that reached down to the curve of her bum.

"Hey, what's going on, everybody? From First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you're watching Hot Ones. It's the show with hot questions and even hotter wings and today we’re joined by Y/n L/n. She’s a singer, fashion icon, and actress. You may recognize her from her most recent collaboration with Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak as well as her popular role as _____ on the seven-time Emmy award-winning global mega-hit show Stranger Things, which is making a return for its fourth season on Netflix May twenty-seven.” 

When Sean introduced her, a smile spread from her dark cherry-like glossed lips. The small glitter that set underneath the bed of her dark eyes glinted golden under the studio's lights, helping soften her features.

"Y/n L/n, welcome to the show!"

"Hello, Hi, thanks for having me." Y/n welcomed her looking like a natural on camera.

Sitting in front of the table arranged with colorful sauce bottles along with the pitcher of milk and water. "I’m very excited but also a little bit nervous about being here."

"I know that you're a fan of spicy foods, but how high would you say that your spice tolerance is?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that it's anything extreme, but I feel like I could handle myself a lot more than normally, like Joseph dies every time I put chili powder and hot sauce in the noodles."

displaying the brands and a different array of hot sauces. The title card of the show plays through, ending with Y/n already digging into her tray of sauce-covered wings.

"Oh shit, wait, should I ask what type this is before or?" Y/n hummed even after asking the question, her mouth still devouring the wing in her hand to the bone.

"No, it's totally fine, oh you’re just finishing the whole thing okay." Sean looked impressed with the woman as she even sucked some of the sauce off her fingers without even a wince from the hot sauce.

"So I think it's interesting that you started singing and acting at such a young age, especially when a lot of people your age go straight to acting classes after school while other kids your age are at the playground or such. What are the pros and cons of being raised in that sort of hustling and strict environment? " Sean asks with his signature monotone voice, despite eating the same wing.

"Um, I have to admit it was a bit hard, especially being one of the few little black girls during my acting class days growing up. I really never had the opportunity to be a child and just make friends naturally. It was like I had an adult working schedule with the back-to-back bookings I had."

"Do you think that there's a lot of weight being put on child actors?"

Y/n licks her lips a bit, disregarding the gloss on them as her mouth pouts at the question in thought. "Oh hell yeah. I mean, sometimes you get kids younger than five years old pushing themselves because their parents forced this idea of fame and wealth into their heads."

From the passionate tone in her voice Y/n spoke strongly about the topic. Even with her mouth full, she used her hand to shield her mouth as she continued.

"Even with toddlers, it's like they have to look polished and perfect or else they won't make the cut, which is just so fucked to go through at such a young age."

As the second wing was introduced, Y/n actually gave Sean some time to catch up to her, "I love leg pieces so much." Taking a bite together before he asked her the question.

"Is it true that you almost missed your Strange Things audition because you were hanging with Zendaya?"

Y/n chuckled as the back of her pink tongue poked out of her lips, licking the front of her teeth.

"Oh lord, I was stuck in a whole different country with her when I got the call back and I had to act like I wasn't booking a whole flight the same day. It was all just too crazy."

"You said in an interview that you considered Zendaya to be a sort of older sister role model when it came to your experiences with acting. How much influence do you think she might have had on where you are currently in life?"

"That's a very good question. I think just growing up with strong, empowered women genuinely really shaped me to be the person that I am now. I definitely would not have won any of the awards or written the songs that I did without them breaking me from that stiff ass ex-child star mold that I used to be in." 

Viewers could tell that the question genuinely meant something to her, hesitating before she answered.

Y/n, like most child stars in the spotlight too young to be known to break from their lethal and unethical working contract after coming of age.

"I think it's important for anyone to have someone to look up to, especially a role model with some diversity that you can actually relate to."

The third wing is where the video was starting to finally build up, Y/n tilting her head to the side the moment her teeth had sunk into the boneless wing.

Her lashes fluttering, not being able to stop herself from blinking away the tears that she was quick to wipe away with a bend of her pointer finger.

"Ooh shit, it's getting kinda spicy now." A painful looking burp almost came from her throat. The video was edited with a dramatic sound effect as she went to cover her mouth with a wince, stifling her laughter.

"In Stranger Things, you play ___, a character that is iconic for her thick-rimmed glasses as well as her killer drumming skills. How challenging would you say it was to have to seemingly master a skill in such a short amount of time?" 

"It definitely was a really hard challenge, especially since I knew absolutely nothing nor even played an instrument other than, like, the piano classes I took in kindergarten. Having to learn the drums to the point where I was able to appear actually good took a lot of overnight practicing and a lot of chipped acrylic nails."

"Would you say that ___is one of the hardest roles that you have ever had?"

"She’s definitely climbing the ranks up there, but nothing could ever pass the amount of physical training I had to do for The Green Knight. I still hate working out to this day."

Y/n laughs despite her mouth falling into a slight grimace, her hands reaching up to fan herself as she starts to sweat in her chair, moving onto the fourth wing.

"So you’ve talked about always sort of being in the spotlight your entire life. How would you say you learned to juggle both that sort of privacy as well as staying true to your fans?"

"I will always be grateful for the amount of love that my supporters show me, but also being this person constantly being put on a pedestal, I learned that everything I do will always be judged or turn into headlines, which is why I'm very private with my life outside of acting." Y/n hissed as she stuck her tongue out, reacting to the spice before continuing.

"It took the internet almost 3 years to figure out that me and Joe were an official couple because I like to keep to myself and I think Hollywood has this thing where they like to backseat off of other people's lives, not releasing that we’re not just characters on a screen anymore."

"Is there a reason you and Joseph have kept your relationship secret for so long?"

"I wasn’t really trying to hide it. I honestly did not give a fuck after like the first couple of months. If anything, I was just waiting for people to catch on because, damn, I think we would just openly do shit in public just to get a reaction the next day."

As more spice entered into her system, the more laid back Y/n started to appear, her usual interview professional tone dropping once she was starting to get more comfortable.

The fifth wing was starting to get to her, Y/n squinting from how much her eyes were starting to water.

Her arms folding on top of the table after taking a big bite, her leg bouncing as she clutched onto the cup of water like her life depended on it.

"Oh dude, this is starting to fucking suck the whole ass cheek now." Y/n grunted, enticing a laugh from even some of the crew from behind the camera.

"Is it true that you had to reject the role as DC’s Bat-girl because you’re more of a Marvel fan?" Sean asked, taking a sip of his drink, "Y/n copying as she took a long swig of water. 

"Man, hell yeah, fuck DCU. I love Dick Grayson though that's my husband."

The sixth wing looked brutal as Y/n coughed after taking a big chunk, her leg jittering as her thigh shook.

Her eyes squeezing shut as right after she had swallowed, she reached for her cup of water and downed the entire thing before pouring more from the pitcher.

"Y’all are trying to fucking kill me, bro." She grunted, holding her stomach, "I’m gonna shit, like, hot lava or something after this man."

"So Y/n, you really did grow up acting, especially working with even the most iconic of directors for this generation. What drew you into working on such small roles—in terms of your other roles—like ___ and did you expect your character to have the massive amount of impact that she has today?"

"I was sort of looking for experience more than looking for money, which there's nothing wrong with wanting to get paid well, but I would much rather work with a script that I know I can add personality to and actually see a character come to life than work with this super popular casting that makes twice as much." Y/n coughed once more, a tear sliding down her cheek as she sniffed.

"Uh, when I finished getting the script, I was just stoked to be able to play ___ because she’s just so relatable to a lot of teenage girls that just feel stuck. I knew that she would be quite inspiring because of her constant quirky charisma but also because she’s just super fucking badass."

"So it's clear from your love of music and the massive amount of collabs you’ve done with other artists that you’re an amazing singer. Are there any types of music that you prefer to write or feel more comfortable with writing?"

"I fucking love writing R&B music or something like old school soul," Y/n raspied, her eyes a light shade of pink from how much she was tearing up.

"I think almost every song that I was on for Silk Sonic was like helping write my dream album. I genuinely fell in love with the entire album"

"Speaking of old school, the music videos released for the Silk Sonic album that you starred in had a sort of soul train 70s vibe to them. Was there an outfit that you really liked during one of the videos?"

"Yeah, in Smokin' Out The Window I had to wear this fucking perfect dark brown velvet dress with these expensive ass thigh high boots to match with everyone else with bougee ass shades. I looked like such a bad bitch."

"I did really like the music video for that song. It was really good."

"I know, I wrote it."

The woman whimpered, using a tissue to wipe her tears without smudging too much of her already ruined makeup, finishing the challenge as the last wing was bitten Y/n took one last swig of water before doing the outro.

"Holy shit. I just ate a shit ton of hot wings, so you better watch season four. You won't regret it. And I just rubbed my fucking eye on accident. I’m never eating hot wings again."

The video ends with another laugh pulled from the crew as Y/n finally burps, grunting after.

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User: I'm much more impressed by someone who is effected immensely and has the persistence to keep going than I am by someone who isn't bothered by the spice.

User: I actually really appreciate Y/n. She genuinely just seems like a well rounded person that worked hard to become the person that she is today. 

User: Y/n’s energy is just so relaxing and captivating i can see why Joseph likes her so much

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[jungkook97]

severed;; jjk

pairing: non-idol normie!jungkook x reader

word count: 7.7k

rating: teens & up!

genre/warnings: sci-fi, romance, drama, comedy, angst, strangers to established relationship!lovers to strangers again, soulmates au, post-college au

summary: you and jungkook had a terrible breakup. and so, you two decided to delete each other from your guys' memories.

notes: have y'all ever seen eternal sunshine of the spotless mind? severance? that's it. that's the plot, but if jungkook was in it!!

“Isn’t it diabolical to delete him from your brain?”

You shrugged, taking another chug of alcohol.

"Not if he does it first."

© jungkook97 2023. do not repost or modify. please ask for permission to translate.

“Do you remember him?”

You scratched your head in confusion, not understanding the question. 

“Do you remember him?” the person in the lab coat asked again. 

You tilted your head once more, your brain was all muddled. There wasn’t anybody else but you and the person, and it was starting to creep you out a bit as to how cold everything was. 

“Who?”

The nurse wrote down a few scribbles on her notepad. 

“Success. You may proceed to the rest area now.”

You squinted your eyes as you looked down, staring at the package on your lap. It was a small box with a ribbon on it with the words, “Open when ready” card on top of it. You lifted up the card, flipping it to see the words, “THANK YOU FOR DELETING WITH US - LUMON” in the back. 

Ah. It seems like I’ve deleted something from my memory.

You relaxed a bit, sighing as you got up from your seat. You remembered you had an appointment today for the procedure, but you couldn’t remember for who and for what. Probably for good reason, you hoped.

The procedure, you were told, was pretty painless. It took about a month to scan through your memories, trying to discard what is good and what’s bad, put in a floppy disk, and then delete all of it, emotions and all. You’d figured that it was a pretty painful thing, maybe some childhood trauma, a bad breakup, or a car accident…who knows. 

Well, it was on the floppy disk, whatever it was. And until you were ready to look at it (in which you don’t intend to at the moment), you wouldn’t know. 

And so you walked out of the cold and white doctor’s room into a softer-lit, all-green resting area. The plush couches were pressed up against the walls as you see other clients taking a rest, texting their friends and family about the procedure they had just done too. 

You took a gaze at the clock: 4:32. 

Looking down on the box, you could see a time written in the top corner of the card. 

12:01. You’d been here for four hours. 

“Did it hurt?” someone asked. You turned around, seeing a pretty attractive young man around the same age as you. He was smiling of course, elated probably that severance helped him. You wondered what his reason was, although you weren’t terribly curious either. It was none of your business.

“No, actually,” you replied nonchalantly, checking your phone. Dead, it appeared. You sighed. “You got a charger on you? Need to text my friend.”

The blonde nodded, unplugging his phone to give the cord to you. 

“Battery’s full.”

You thanked him, plugging the phone in to juice it up. As the phone lit up and showed itself to be charging, the man continued asking.

“Do you remember why you're here?” he inquired. “This is my first time doing severance, and I’m worried about the after effects, you know.” He leaned into you a bit closer, whispering, “I heard the last guy who was in here puked the moment he saw his floppy disk inscription. Maybe his body remembered or something.”

You blinked, pouting. That sounded rather extreme. Surely, you’ve heard that severance doesn’t work for everyone, particularly with people who have extreme and prolonged trauma that one can’t entangle and delete easily, but throwing up after seeing the disk? You weren’t so sure about that.

“I think that’s just a rumor honestly,” you reassured the man, who was caressing his floppy disk with a lot of care. “What’s yours say?”

“Hm…” he pulled it closer to his eyes, reading it. “‘kth_2021-22.zip.’ Sounds like an ex or something. Three letters always mean ‘ex’ from what I hear.”

“God, I’m so sorry,” you patted him on the shoulder. “Breakups are the worst. Hope it’s for the best.”

The guy sighed, lifting up his jacket after it slid down his shoulders. “It’s whatever. I’m sure it was the best for me. Maybe it was a one-sided love. I hear that happens a lot.”

You found yourself agreeing with him. Although you weren’t exactly sure or really ready to look at whatever it was that got you to the Lumon office, you also felt relieved. Weirdly nervous, but very relieved. As if a big weight has been off of your shoulders, and you could take on the world. 

You weren’t sure why you felt that way. Maybe it was your body remembering.

“Anyway, I think I’m gonna head out. Name’s Jimin, by the way. We should get a coffee sometime, maybe track our progress together.” He waved goodbye to you before standing up.

Gesturing for his cord back, you unplugged your phone, grabbing the cable for him. He slipped a little piece of paper in between your fingers. His number presumably. 

“Oh, okay,” you replied, shaking his head with it before he lightly laughed, walking out of the resting room and into what seemed like the regular cityscape. You slunk back into the chair, the box with the supposed floppy disk in your hands. Curious, you slid it open, trying to see what your severed appointment was about.

“jjk_2020-22.zip.”

Great. An ex. 

“You know what, I’m gonna do it. I’m going to fucking do it!”

You were drunk. And high. Drunk and high at the same time. It has barely been twenty four hours since you found out Jungkook deleted you from his memories and the pain was not letting up. You had been crying to the point of throwing up at this point, and it was not looking pretty.

Sure, you were a bad girlfriend (allegedly, anyways), but to the point of severance? Jungkook promised when you two started getting serious that he would never do such a thing. He loved you, he said. He loved you too much to do such an experimental procedure like that. 

What a load of bullshit. 

“Dude. You cannot be serious!” Namjoon exclaimed, shook to the core. He attempted to take the alcohol bottle away from you, but to no avail. “You know severance is permanent, right?” 

“Yeah, and what about it?” you hiccuped, sliding your hands through the photos of the two together. That awful bastard, you thought. How can this motherfucker be laughing or smiling at all of these photos? It was jeering at you really, like some sick joke. “He had the audacity to break up with me and delete me from his memories? Oh, now he’s gonna be deleted too, FUCK him.”

Namjoon sighed. 

“Isn’t it diabolical to delete him from your brain?”

You shrugged, taking another chug of alcohol. 

“Not if he did it first.”

Your booksmart friend didn’t have much of a retort after that.

“W-well, didn’t you hear about the side effects? What if you forget about me?”

You chuckled, swinging the glass around in the air.

“You’re not gonna be forgotten, Kim Namjoon. You’re my best friend, for fuck’s sake.”

“W-well, I introduced you to him.”

You swallowed. 

“You’re right. You’re gonna be forgotten too, Kim Namjoon.” You gestured wildly in a big circle. “We’re all gonna be forgotten! Severed! Deleted! Vanished!”

Your abnormally tall friend looked at you in disbelief. After all, you were kidding about deleting your best friend from your memories, but he was not amused at all by the possibility of you deleting Jungkook too. Namjoon had desperately tried to get Jungkook to stop the procedure which kept him at bay until one night he impulsively booked the appointment and went to do it without Namjoon knowing. It was terrible. After all, Namjoon had no idea that their breakup would even come, let alone be that awful to the point of severance. 

Oh, he hated quarreling couples. Maybe it was best that he retired from his wingman occupation and went back to actually dating people. Not that it would be a joy. He was after all, this close to doing the procedure himself on a situationship he had, only to chicken out. 

“She has more balls than I do,” he sighed to himself as your eyes slowly began to close and yawned repeatedly. 

“I’ll delete you…Jungkook…”

It had been a week passed since you had done the procedure, and to your surprise, there wasn’t much of a fuss. Surely, your friend Namjoon seemed upset that you did it, but due to the potential complications, he had to sign a nondisclosure to not speak of the ex–er, subject that was deleted from your memory.

“I mean, you can always look back on the disk if you want,” Namjoon egged on in the middle of your guys’ brunch. “People who do it can choose to keep the disk to look back at it without the emotional attachment. I’m guessing the non-severed you wanted to cherish some memories with it.”

“Maybe,” you pondered, swirling the straw in your cup in circles, looking at a distance. There was a pit of emptiness that you couldn’t help but to feel, in which you have already brought up with the exit team. Normal symptoms, they said. It’ll take a few weeks before you’re back to normal, they said. 

You thought about what your new friend Jimin had said over lunch a few days ago. Your body still remembered the events that happened from time to time, but the emotional parts of it were voided from your mind and plopped on a disk to view from a third-person perspective.

It was a scary concept turned into reality, but you weren’t entirely creeped out by it. At this point, it was fun guessing what the topic was. So far, you were able to figure out it was a breakup of sorts, but not sure with who. After all, there are 8 billion people on this planet. 

“You do seem happier though,” Namjoon remarked, sipping a bit of his latte. “Like much happier. The thing…” he said carefully, dragging the second word out, “...the thing definitely held you back. The thing…uh…” he gestured in attempts to articulate further. “Ah…I don’t know how to not talk about this without mentioning–”

“Hyung!” 

You glanced up, eyes directly meeting with big doe eyes. It was a young man who had a cool effortless style to him, wearing a basic white Calvin Klein tee and sweatpants, followed by a yellow Supreme hoodie. He had a full sleeve and a couple of lip piercings to boot. He was cute, but definitely was not your type.

“J-jungkook!” he stuttered, sitting up rather abruptly as he nearly knocked down his chair. You laughed, waving the air to get him to stand up. 

“Please, you’re embarrassing your friend,” you retorted as the guy smiled back for a quick second.

“I’m used to Namjoon-hyung being that way. He’s our clumsy little tall friend. Huh, Hyung?” 

“Ay, stop teasing me like that,” he said hastily. Namjoon took a quick glance at the both of you, clearing his throat. He seemed weirdly nervous all of a sudden, as if he was caught cheating with his side chick. “Uh…this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is one of my college friends…”

You extended your hand out to say hello as Namjoon continued to give a whole background of how you guys met, but you were met with a blank stare, almost as if the guy was embarrassed to talk to you. There was an awkward silence between you two, and you figured to try to say something, but there was something rather dead and cold behind Jungkook’s eyes that you felt rather uncomfortable by. You grimaced, rescinding the handshake back. 

What’s up with this kid? Why is he staring at me like that? 

You also felt that empty feeling again, as if something was terribly missing. It was a lot, but you thought nothing of it. It seemed like it happened rather randomly and in little bursts.

“...anyway, nice to see you, little one. I need to go to my appointment, so we’ll see each other soon, yeah?”

Jungkook snapped out of the daze to nod at his broad-shouldered friend. 

“Yeah. See you,” he said before waving goodbye, turning swiftly around and leaving the scene as quickly as he appeared. You frowned as you watched the kid walked away briskly, only to be met with Namjoon’s nervous expression. 

“What?”

“What what?”

You sighed.

“Never mind. You’re being weird today.”

“He just stared at you? Did he know you or anything?”

“No…?” you answered with a questioning tone, sipping some more wine. It was pouring outside and you decided to have a few drinks with Jimin at his place. It turned out he was extremely and terribly gay, and definitely was not trying to hit on you when he slipped that number in your fingers. Thank God, you sighed. At least, he wasn’t going to take advantage of the fact that you maybe had an ex and try to be your rebound. Surely, you had enough rebounds in your life as it is.  

“Suspicious indeed,” Jimin squinted his eyes, sipping a bit of his newly concocted cocktail. “Ah, I thought about watching the footage on the disk back this week, but someone had told me not to.”

“Why?” you leaned in closer, staring at Jimin’s disk perched on top of the coffee table. “You think you’re gonna see some bad shit on there?”

“Nah,” he remarked, leaning back on the couch and gathering his legs up to his chin. “Someone told me that they threw up after they watched everything on the disk. Like, for 10 minutes straight or something.”

“What’s with you and throwing up?” you laughed, hitting him playfully. He hit back, giggling. 

“I don’t know. At this point, I think people are just lying to me.”

“Yeah, probably!”

As Jimin gathered the glasses together to start cleaning up, you drifted off for a second. What if you’re ready to see the contents of the tape? Was it safe to see what’s on it for you? What was so awful that you chose to delete this person from your memories and detach yourself like that? You wondered how much you loved this person, how much you wanted this person to be a part of your life forever…what were the possibilities? There were so many? 

One thing was for sure though. You were ready to watch the tape tonight.

And so you did. 

As you plopped the disk into the hard drive of your desktop CPU, it booted up, showing the LUMON logo. As the screen loaded in front of you, you tapped your fingers nervously on the keyboard, wondering what you were going to unpack.

A virtual set of eyes popped up and opened its eyelids, finished with a pair of lips. Then, a female voice greeted you. 

["𝘏𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘖, 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘝𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘜𝘈𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗𝘌𝘙, 𝘓𝘠𝘓𝘈. 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌: 𝘑-𝘑-𝘒, 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘌, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠, 𝘋𝘈𝘚𝘏, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘛𝘞𝘖. 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘌?"]

A folder appeared on the screen before it opened itself up to show a multitude of videos, seemingly time stamped in the course of the past two years. You tilted your head in amazement, scrolling through all the different files and seeing one person you had seen just earlier in the week present in all the videos.

“It’s that kid. Jung…shit, what was his fucking name?”

You scratched your head trying to remember, but to no avail. No wonder Namjoon seemed nervous around you when he came by. 

Was this guy your ex? A friend? What did he do to you? 

You had a sinking feeling as to what it could be, only to be comforted in not seeing any sexual misconduct or assault warnings on the side of the videos. You sighed in relief, leaning back against your office chair. 

Where do you even start? 

That empty feeling came up again, this time stronger than before. It felt really uncomfortable, something that you wanted to go away.

Now, it was starting to make sense. The empty feelings were probably what was missing, what this person, whoever it is, is going to provide answers for.

“There was a guy it seems,” you began replying back to Lyla. “Apparently he meant the world to me based on some of these previews. I can’t seem…I can’t seem to remember him, Lyla.”

A moment of silence.

["𝘐'𝘔 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘠, 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘙𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚."]

“Uh, I’m not asking…” you swore under your breath before proceeding. “Um. Not trying to remember. Just…I weirdly…have this empty feeling right now. Just wanna know if this is related to this person perhaps.”

Silence. Longer than usual.

["𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘝𝘐𝘌𝘞 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌, 𝘑-𝘑-𝘒, 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘌, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘚𝘏, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘍𝘙𝘖𝘔 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎?"]

Should I? What’s the worst that could happen?

“Yes.”

["𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀."]

The screen turned to black.

It was you and Namjoon sitting at a restaurant booth, waiting for someone. It was late 2020 as the snow engulfed the streets of Seoul and people were hurriedly trying to get out of work since it was the end of day. You sat there seemingly nervous, pondering about something that you cannot recall what it was. 

“Are you sure about this guy?” you inquired. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. He’s one of my good friends actually,” Namjoon grinned. His eyes met somebody as he gestured them over. “There he is! Jungkook!” 

You peered through your shoulder to see a young man and to your shock, it was the guy who you had met earlier who was gawking at you in the weirdest way. 

Pausing the video, you sat back in your chair, wondering what this encounter was. Was Namjoon introducing you to a friend as a date? You swore this guy Jungkook wasn’t your type. You preferred guys who were more clean cut, academic looking and well, not have tattoos. 

Maybe Namjoon saw something in this kid that you didn’t see before. Who even knows besides continuing on watching the tape. 

“Ah, we’ve met before!” you exclaimed. You stood up, giving Jungkook a warm embrace. “We met at the show that Yoongi had, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replied, smiling back. “Namjoon talked a lot about you right after the show to me. It seemed like he was the one who was interested in you rather than trying to pitch a date, haha.”

“He does that,” you smiled awkwardly, extending your hand out to have him sit down. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

And so the conversation went on as you continued to watch the tape intently, getting a notebook to write some notes down. It turned out Jungkook was a friend of Yoongi’s, graduated from a state university back in the States and worked for some finance consulting firm nearby. You were surprised, of course, considering that the kid had a very visible sleeve tattoo alongside finger tattoos to boot. You couldn’t take the guy seriously despite the fact that he fits your profile now. After all, he must’ve charmed his way into your heart for you to have spent 2 years with the guy.

“So what do you do for a living?” Jungkook asked as he volunteered to flip the meats over to cook. You covered your mouth to swallow (a movement that you looking in retrospect gagged at, knowing that you were trying to look girly and proper in front of the guy) before answering,

“I’m a marketing director at an entertainment company,” you replied, grabbing some more seasoned bean sprouts to your plate. “I can’t say who I work for though, people would freak out.”

“Really?” he chuckled. The sound of it was impeccably attractive to you, you admit to yourself. “And why is that?”

“Because my main account is a girl group who every guy is obsessed with. Or rather, just that one singular member.”

He lifted up an eyebrow. 

“Oh? I don’t think I’d be weird about it if you tell me.”

“Dude trust me, she doesn’t lie,” Namjoon joked, taking a sip of his soju. “When she told me she was working for Wonyoung’s group, I was sure that none of our boys knew so they didn't bother her for the girls’ numbers.”

“Namjoon,” you emphasized as he opened his mouth in shock, covering his mouth. 

“I’m sorry!” he hastily replied, putting his hands up in defeat. “I swear–”

“No, that was on purpose!” you retorted back, throwing some seasoned spinach his way. The both of you laughed as Jungkook nervously laughed back, unsure if it was a joke or not. 

“Aren’t they really young though?” Jungkook remarked, putting some cooked meat onto everyone’s plates. “Like, one of them is sixteen or something, no?”

“Eh, men are men,” you replied dryly, thanking him quietly as he passed some samgyeopsal over to you. “And men are pigs. I’ve told them this and they still don’t give a shit. Especially when it comes to little Wonyo. Everyone throws logic out of the window when I talk about her.”

“‘Wonyo’…” Jungkook’s voice trailed off. “I’m guessing you’re close to Wonyoung to call her that?”

“Yeah. You obsessed with her too?” you asked plainly.

It was a test, you could tell in hindsight. You were the type to test men out to see they weren’t creeps every single time. Namjoon hated it (“You’re starting up shit for no reason!” he would say), but as a strong independent feminist yourself, you always had to make sure that some guy you were interested in wasn’t a predatory weirdo.

“Nah,” Jungkook answered just as matter-of-factly, stuffing his cheeks with meat. “I don’t like barely legal girls.” His cheeks began to flush a faint tint of pink. “Actually, I’m more into older women.”

You choked on some mashed potatoes. 

“Jesus,” you paused the video, hands covering your face. You couldn’t help but to flush as well at how incredibly cute that was. Surely, you were always into older men, but younger men lately have had a death grip on you. 

You can see your old self blushing too. Ah, that was what got you to be interested, you thought. You were so predictable. 

There were more conversations here and there, and you could tell over time, Jungkook felt more and more confident, extending his shoulder blades to make him look bigger than he actually was, cooking the meat a bit more aggressively and not stopping once to compliment you in some way or another. He was being outwardly flirtatious, something that you, as a Libra-dominant person, enjoyed quite a bit. You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter every time he said something wildly flirty, you would coil back in your chair out of embarrassment. He was totally your type, and it was crazy how deeply charismatic he was. 

“So, when am I going to see you again, my dear?” he asked as he held the door for you. You could see Namjoon’s eyeballs roll to the back of his head as the old you continued to be flustered by how directly forward this kid was.

“How about tomorrow, you little flirt?” you teased back, pulling him into a hug. Jungkook put his arms around your waist quite immediately, his nose scrunched up in embarrassment as he was doing this in front of his good friend. 

“You guys are disgusting,” Namjoon muttered loud enough for you two to hear. “What am I getting myself into with y’all being a thing…”

You leaned in closer as you could see your old self’s sparkling eyes looking into Jungkook’s. His big caramel eyes were looking back at you as well with his smile getting so big that you couldn’t help but smile too. Even though you two were getting to know each other, you could tell this was the start of something really great, although, with the fate of what happened, you wondered why this seemingly good relationship was now on a floppy disk and not in your brain. 

What happened, you thought to yourself. Did Jungkook break your heart that bad for you to forget him this way? Your heart sank at the thought of it. Surely, the answers would reveal itself as the tapes go on, but somehow, you were scared to watch the rest of it. 

[“𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙀. 𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙒𝙊."]

It was a routine every night to watch a few videos from the disk. It was like binging on a new show you fell in love with, except this time, you were falling in love with this Jungkook from your computer screen.

At some point during the viewing, you found yourself pausing every few seconds, usually having to stomach what had just happened. You two were impeccably adorable, going on weekly dates the moment after the brunch ended. Jungkook was full of surprises, taking you on amusement park dates. He made you get on the biggest rollercoaster in the park, and you cried the entire time because you hated rollercoasters. You, on the other hand, took him to art museums and jazz concerts, something he always found boring. As his feet tapped in anxiousness and boredom, you would relieve your boyfriend from it by promising to get frisky in the bathrooms later on in the night, only to be blue-balled because you became hyperfixated on the topic at hand, talking about it for hours after the date was over.

In fact, you two also did a lot of fucking in the beginning, a lot. It was interesting at first as you were mostly vanilla, but as time went on, Jungkook did things to you that you never thought could happen to your petite little body. It was exhilarating to watch and also fascinating. 

But also, there were arguments here and there. Jungkook was younger by a bit than you after all, and he was deeply, utterly insecure.

[“𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀. 𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙁𝙏𝙔-𝙏𝙒𝙊.”]

Jungkook slammed the door behind him, creating a bit of a scene in your apartment. You sighed, still cooking dinner for the both of you. 

“Who was that on your story?” he immediately inquired as he slipped off his shoes. You knew where this was about to go. From the last episode, Jungkook found out you were still talking to your ex-now-turned-friend, Sam. Sam was an international student turned graduate who you spent all of college dating. Despite the fact that you guys were deeply compatible, you two ended up breaking up over the lack of time together, but nonetheless, you two enjoyed each other’s company. 

“Sam,” you sighed, setting the bowls together. “And yes, it’s that Sam.”

You gestured Jungkook to sit down, but he was heated, hands on his hips. With his tongue sticking out from his cheek, he started pacing back and forth, a sign of agitation. 

“Why did you see him? You still got feelings?”

“Jungkook,” you said sternly. 

You shook your head and snorted, chewing on the bulgogi you just made. If there was anything you knew about Jungkook at this point, it was the fact that he was a deeply jealous little guy, constantly feeling like he had to compete for your attention. Surely in the beginning, he charmed his way into your pants it seemed, but things have been different since then. You two had gotten used to each other’s presence as you could tell, and Jungkook’s flirty antics were no longer getting the old you flustered. 

“Is that not a fair question to ask?” he shot back, crossing his arms. “You did say that you’re the type to always get into situationships.”

“That was the old me,” you rebutted, setting some side dishes on the kitchen island. “Now can you please sit? The food is getting cold.”

Jungkook frowned, widening his stance while staring at you dead in the eye.

“Please,” you urged, waving the food in front of you. “I really don’t wanna argue today. You’ve been on edge so much lately because of the recent restructuring and I just want it to be peaceful.”

It was true. Jungkook’s job had recently merged into a bigger conglomerate and as a result, his department had been cutting people and laying off folks for weeks now. He felt extremely nervous and unhinged for quite some time, and as a result, he has been particularly accusatory toward old you in the past several episodes. 

You could see the old you pleading with your eyes, sighing as Jungkook eventually swallowed his pride and came over, sitting down next to you.

“I’m sorry,” he opened his mouth sometime later in between chews. “I’m just–”

“...stressed, I know,” you completed his sentence, giving him a piece of stir-fried pork chop. “Now eat. Your girlfriend spent a couple of hours out of her day to feed her easily jealous boyfriend.”

You smiled softly back at Jungkook, in which he smiled quietly to himself, sighing. 

“I wish you were there with me every day. I wouldn’t go as crazy, you know.”

“But I can’t and you know that,” you logically explained it to him. “Have you thought–”

“...of quitting?” he scoffed, shaking his head. “No, I can’t quit now. Especially since Eunwoo got promoted. If he out of all people could get promoted before I do…”

He trailed off. You sighed. 

“What did I say about caring about what Cha Eunwoo is doing?” you warned. 

“Ignore him,” he answered through gritted teeth, munching on the pork chop slices you gave him. “But he’s so annoying, my love.”

“Well, my love, you need to keep ignoring him for your peace! Your peace is important to me, and you’re always getting so riled up over the smallest things.”

Jungkook grimaced a bit before pouting.

“You’re telling me that the whole Sam thing is a ‘small thing’?” he did air quotes at the last two words. 

At this point, you paused the video. It was getting ridiculous at how incredibly immature Jungkook was, and you were also full from your dinner. 

While it was true that Jungkook was this rebellious kid who doesn’t listen for shit and gets feisty too often, you were also the same way. It was a shock how you two were compatible considering that you believed in opposites attract, but at the same time, it made all the sense. Jungkook was a mirror to you, and it was incredible how intoxicating the relationship has been. You felt a pit in your stomach in where this could go, and frankly, you weren’t looking forward to seeing it. 

[𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔-𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀.]

You two were at a wedding. Jin’s wedding to be exact. 

It was a lively affair, filled with friends that you grew to know over the course of a few weeks. Seokjin was the oldest in your little quartet of friends who finally proposed to his sweetheart of five years (in which she already knew way in advance because Seokjin was terrible when it comes to keeping secrets). Namjoon had finished singing some cheesy English-only number he wrote specifically for the couple, drunkenly crying after as he toasted for the newly wedded. 

You were sitting with your now 2-years-older boyfriend as he goofily danced with his guitarist friend Yoongi, who was too shy to show some of his moves. He took it seriously though, doing parts of a choreography of a song he composed for Jaesang with some chic flair. The man had made good money by producing a lot of amazing beats for the industry, but this was nothing compared to how much Jungkook teased him for it. 

As the song came to an end, Seokjin grabbed the mic from the DJ as audio feedback irritated everyone’s ears. He was incredibly drunk, and his new wife was urging him to sit down and drink some water to no avail. 

“Ah ah, let me SING!” he protested, making his wife sit down as he continued to hiccup his way through it all. “I am the best singer on the planet, let’s goooooo~!”

The DJ soon played a slower song with Seokjin singing a half a second too late, only to start over again. Everyone was laughing, charmed by the barely married man feeling confident to sing in front of his beloved friends and family.

“You know, he isn’t bad,” Yoongi piped up as everyone began to bring out their phones to record with him doing the same. “I would love him to be in the studio with me and record something.”

“You’re scouting people now, Yoongi?” you giggled as Yoongi chuckled back, smacking his lips. 

“I gotta keep my bag flowing,” he sheepishly replied. 

The both of you continued to have a good laugh as Jungkook swung by in his sleek black and grey checkered Louis Vuitton suit, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Babe, let’s slow dance,” he whined. “We haven’t danced together all night and we look hot together.”

“Jungkook,” you pleaded, pointing at your injured ankle. “Ankle. Sprained. Cannot dance very well.”

“I’ll carry you,” Jungkook reassured you, starting to pull you onto the dance floor. “Come on, let’s dance under the disco ball and make out. Please?”

“We’re already halfway there,” you grumbled, turning your pout into a smile. He was cheekily smiling from ear-to-ear at your approval and pulled you right in the middle of the dance floor, supporting your whole body to ensure that your sprain wouldn’t get worse. 

It was a beautiful sight, and as the lights slowly dimmed for Seokjin’s impressive high notes, it looked like you two were deeply in love with each other, that happiest that you seemed to have ever been. Surely, you had a few boyfriends that made you feel something, but genuine happiness? You haven’t seen yourself smile like that in a long time. It was a core memory for sure, a core memory you wished you remembered for the life of you, but cannot. 

All you could do was continue watching the tape with absolutely no control of what was to happen next. It was a rollercoaster, similar to the one that you were terribly afraid of to go on. On some days, it felt like you two were a perfect match, while other days, it felt like there was no way to understand each other. It was hot and cold, fiery and icy. Sometimes you felt like you could connect to this Jungkook, only to realize that it doesn’t matter. Fate had other plans and you two are no longer together, not knowing that this history happened.

You wondered if Jungkook now had deleted your memories of you. Namjoon didn’t want to reveal much. After all, he’s still tied under the NDA to not speak about you two because you guys weren’t supposed to know each other. You wondered if Jungkook didn’t delete you, if he missed you the way you strangely and unexplainably missed him. After all, how can you miss someone you never met? You were unsure, but you definitely felt it. 

As the star of the night sings the closing notes, the two of you had your foreheads against each other, staring into each other's eyes. You couldn’t help but to feel emotional from seeing it, shedding a tear as you paused for a moment to take it in. 

You fell in love with Jungkook. It wasn’t even funny anymore, you had successfully fallen in love with someone you loved and decided to forget. You couldn’t help but to feel pissed at your old self. Like, why did you do it? Why did you choose to delete him from your memory? Was it out of spite? Out of anger? What was it? 

It was killing you inside, and you continued to replay the moment over and over again, seeing the happiness in both of your guys’ eyes. 

“I love you,” Jungkook finally whispered. His eyes were closed now, shaking a bit out of nervousness probably. 

“I love you too,” you said back immediately. “I love you so much more.”

“I love you the most,” he pressed, trying to end it. 

The both of you laughed before sharing a sweet kiss together. 

“Guys, let’s gather together! Bouquet throwing time!” 

All the girls began to scream as the two of you parted lips. He opened his eyes to peer over your shoulder, turning you around and pushing you lightly toward the growing crowd of women. 

“Go, go, go!” he urged. 

And so you walked over there through the crowd carefully, making sure you weren’t putting so much pressure on the injured ankle. Eventually, you were in the back as Seokjin’s wife slowly began to rock her bouquet front and back before turning around to get ready. 

“Okay, let’s…go!” 

The bouquet was thrown up in the air and as everyone swarmed each other to block their way, it ended up landing in…

…your hands.

Everyone cheered on for you as you giddily yelled at the top of your lungs, ecstatic. You turned around to try to find Jungkook in the crowd, only seeing him beaming at you. You held the bouquet up and then…

…smile vanished.

“What?”

You paused the video. You wouldn't believe it. And so, you watched it again.

And again.

And again. 

And again. 

He did indeed turn stone-faced at the moment you pulled up the bride’s bouquet. It wasn’t a sneer. It wasn’t a frown. Just. Nothing. 

“What the fuck…” you said out loud, slinking back into the couch. You unpaused the video and the scene continued.

Your smile faded at the sight of it, in which you made the same face as him, throwing the bouquet down. Jungkook, upon seeing you, turned around hastily, smacking his lips together to sit back down on his seat. You went back to your seat as well, not looking at him. 

Shit. This is where it goes to shit, huh.

["𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂. 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔 𝙎𝙄𝙓."]

The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet. 

At this point, you were seething from the tape. It didn’t help that you two ignored each other for the whole night, after exchanging some “I love yous” before this bouquet incident unfolded. No one was saying anything, and it was pissing you off. 

“Is someone going to say something?” you muttered under your breath, pressing the fast forward button a bit to see if things changed.

Then, a single sentence came out of Jungkook’s mouth.

“About earlier…I didn’t mean that.”

“Mean what?” you shot back, sitting up from your seat. “You literally told me to go catch the bouquet and then when I did, you made this face like…like…you don’t want to marry me or something.”

“No, that’s not what I was thinking,” Jungkook rebutted, his hands gripping on the steering wheel tighter. “I was just…taken aback, that’s all.”

“Why?”

Yeah. Why?

“Why…” he repeated to himself, trailing off. “I don’t know, my face just reacted. I don’t know what I was thinking, okay?”

“Oh really. And I’m supposed to believe you?” 

“Sweetheart, can we please not argue tonight? I had a lot of fun, and it’s been a while since–”

“Oh, it’s been a while?” you interrupted, scoffing. “Oh, it’s been a while since I wasn’t a killjoy, is that it?”

You could tell Jungkook was starting to tense up, gritting his teeth.

“Yes, maybe that was it. Because, I don’t know, you have been on my ass lately about not finding a job, and you don’t pick up after yourself.”

“What? What the fuck?” you laughed bitterly as the two of you pulled up at your place. “What the actual fuck? You don’t even live with me!”

“I don’t, but I sure stayed at your house long enough to know that you’re pretty fucking gross when we’re not together. And maybe, I don’t want to move in seeing all of that, I don’t know.”

“Oh, we’re just speaking our feelings now? Clearing the air?” you shook your head in disbelief. “Well, you’re not really the most pleasant person to be sleeping next to. Have you ever thought about going to sleep at a regular time instead of playing your video games until 5 AM?”

“I have insomnia, my love,” Jungkook refuted. “You told me you weren’t a light sleeper.” 

“I’m a pretty heavy sleeper. You,” you pointed right at him. “You are just loud!”

“Well, it’s not like you gave a fuck up until this point, haven’t you? You just care now because I fucking made a face at the wedding.”

“Yes, maybe that’s the case but…maybe, maybe, your little face was a sign.”

“A sign of what?”

“That we’re not going to be endgame, Jungkook.”

You were breathing hard at that point, and same with the present you. The two of you looked at each other blankly as Jungkook’s voice shook in anger. 

“What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying…” your voice quivered a bit. “I’m saying, if we can’t seem to stand each other’s habits, maybe we should break up.”

Boom. There it was. 

“What?” Jungkook scoffed, licking his lips. “You’re going to break up with me after I fucking told you I love you the most?”

“You don’t,” you pressed. “If you do, you wouldn’t constantly be so insecure about Sam or any of my old exes. I shower you with endless amounts of approval every day, trying to make you feel a bit better about yourself, and you just don’t care. You pull me in with all the lovebombing, telling me we’re perfect for each other, and then you pull some shit like all of it is nothing.`

Jungkook was silent. You stared back at him, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I don’t know…I don’t know if I want to continue doing this. It’s been two years since we’ve dated and I feel like every day, I don’t know who I’m going to get next. It feels like you’re just here to only want me when you’re happy and don’t when you’re not happy. Like, what is the point of all of this?”

“‘What’s the point…’” he repeated, only to stop from there. Putting his face in his hands, he sighed deeply. “Maybe you’re fucking right. Maybe I really don’t know what the hell I want in this relationship. We fight so much and it’s so volatile. I don’t know why, I just…I always feel like I have to argue because sometimes, my dear, I cannot stand you when we do. Like, you don’t understand how I feel, how much I need to be consoled that I’m the only one–”

“YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE, JUNGKOOK,” you yelled, your hands shaking. “I keep telling you this and you don’t FUCKING believe me!” 

“Then, why are you still having lunch with Sam?”

“Because we’re close friends!”

“And I’m not to you? My feelings don’t fucking matter, does it?”

“It does, it’s just–FUCK.”

You broke down into sobs as Jungkook hit the steering wheel, crying as well. In fact, that was all you two did for a bit. 

“I’m going to go,” you said after a while, sniffling as you grabbed your purse. “I don’t know if we’re going to be okay after this–”

“We’re not,” Jungkook said with finality. “Let’s do it. Let’s break up.”

You turned over to him, looking at him straight in the eye. He was dead serious. 

“Fine.”

You opened the door, got out, and closed the door shut behind. Jungkook put the car into drive, and drove off almost immediately.

[“𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘍 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘚𝘐𝘟. 𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘖𝘍 𝘑-𝘑-𝘒, 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘌, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘚𝘏, 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘠-𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘋𝘖𝘛 𝘡𝘐𝘗.”]

And so the tape ended.

It was days, days before you could move on from the contents of the disk. You miss Jungkook more than ever before. The doctors were right about the empty feeling, it does go away. 

Except, it was replaced by something else, an array of feelings you feel after watching the tapes.

And so, you went on about your days. Typical, normal days.

Then, you ran into somebody. Someone who you only saw on the tapes. 

It was a nice summer day when it happened. You were running errands, trying to catch up for the week and decided to stop by your favorite coffee shop. 

“Jungkook?”

The young man turned around. He was wearing all black with another colored Supreme beanie with Birkenstocks. 

“____?” he replied back, although unsure. You nodded, putting your small bag of groceries behind your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “It’s me.”

A moment of silence. 

“Uh, I watched the tapes…um, well. I should probably preface that I deleted you from my memories–”

“Me too.”

You stood there, frozen. 

“Oh.”

So that answered your question whether he did the procedure too. 

“Yeah…” Jungkook continued on. “Um, I went back to see them too and uh…” his fingers began to fidget with the bottom of his shirt. “Well, I know that I don’t necessarily remember anything or remember why I chose to severe you, I can’t help but to feel sorry. For us. For what happened. I don’t know why I feel that way, but I do.”

He was deeply remorseful, very apologetic. You couldn’t help but to feel bad, lowering your bag of groceries to the ground as Jungkook stared at them, unsure of how to really react.

“I wish I didn’t delete you,” he concluded. “I wish we were still together. Watching those tapes made me feel like I lost out on something. I don’t know why I was so insecure. I could care less if you’re friends with your exes. Maybe I’m just too immature at the time. I know a great deal of time has passed, but I want us to–”

He coughed a bit, choking on his words. 

“I want us to–”

He coughed a bit more, and then…

Vomit. 

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed as the crowd did the same, with a few people hastily grabbing napkins from their bags so Jungkook could clean himself up. 

You stared at him agape as you remembered what Jimin had said the first day you two had met. 

“You…you were the guy who threw up when you saw your disk, didn’t you?” you inquired. Jungkook, now, wiping his mouth, looked up.

“How did you know?”

Your mouth grew into a smile. 

“Heard from somebody.”

Jungkook smiled as well, standing up as he straightened himself up in an attempt to try to look bigger. 

“Ah, well, they say it’s a side effect or something. Your body remembers.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, smiling back at him fondly. “Your body does remember.”

END.

[celepom]

FAVOURITE GRAPHIC NOVELS OF 2023

The Infinity Particle - By Wendy Xu

In this gorgeous graphic novel by Wendy Xu, co-creator of the award-winning Mooncakes, a young inventor falls for a lifelike AI and confronts questions of freedom and autonomy. Clementine Chang moves from Earth to Mars for a new start and is lucky enough to land her dream job with Dr. Marcella Lin, an Artificial Intelligence pioneer. On her first day of work, Clem meets Dr. Lin’s assistant, a humanoid AI named Kye. Clem is no stranger to robots—she built herself a cute moth-shaped companion named SENA. Still, there’s something about Kye that feels almost too human. When Clem and Kye begin to collaborate, their chemistry sets off sparks. The only downside? Dr. Lin is enraged by Kye’s growing independence and won’t allow him more freedom. Plus, their relationship throws into question everything Clem thought she knew about AI. After all, if Kye is sentient enough to have feelings, shouldn’t he be able to control his own actions? Where is the line between AI and human? As her past and Kye’s future weigh down on her, Clem becomes determined to help him break free—even if it means risking everything she came to Mars for.

Not Sew-Wicked Stepmom - By i r u, Yir, Mo9Rang

Once upon a time, there was a lovely young princess who suffered under her cruel stepmother…that is, until a children’s clothing designer is reborn as the evil stepmother! All the new Queen Abigail Friedkin wants to do is dote on the adorable Princess Blanche and give her the happy childhood she deserves. The problem is, the previous Abigail has garnered a reputation for being extremely jealous and materialistic—and to top it off, her smile is the stuff of children’s nightmares! Will Abigail be able to convince her stepdaughter that she might not be so wicked after all? 

(TW, childhood SA of the main male lead)

Until I Love Myself: The Journey of a Nonbinary Manga Artist

A bravely blunt autobiography about confronting the tangled traumas of gender dysphoria and workplace sexual harassment. Nonbinary manga artist Poppy Pesuyama is excited when forms offer the option to choose “neither” for gender and thrilled about their new job working as an assistant for mangaka X! But then he sexually harasses them, treating them first like a girl and then like something less than human. It only lasts a few months, but in some ways it never ends. Born into a body they hate and still reeling from the abuse they faced seven years ago, Pesuyama begins to rail at their past, their friends, and even their mother as they try to come to terms with who they are and what happened to them.

Belle of the Ball - By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich - By Deya Muniz

Lady Camembert wants to live life on her own terms, without marriage. Well, without marrying a man, that is. But the law of the land is that women cannot inherit. So when her father passes away, she does the only thing she can: She disguises herself as a man and moves to the capital city of the Kingdom of Fromage to start over as Count Camembert.   But it’s hard to keep a low profile when the beautiful Princess Brie, with her fierce activism and great sense of fashion, catches her attention. Camembert can’t resist getting to know the princess, but as the two grow closer, will she able to keep her secret?   A romantic comedy about mistaken identity, true love, and lots of grilled cheese.

[rodeoxqueen]

Can I have a sequal 2 da Dante x Reader birth to his darughter…. Lik what he iz lik after his daughter iz b0rn and what his wife (y/n) is like

Sure thing.

-Rodeo.

Loves his daughter. Loves her very much.

Definitely extremely protective over her since he is the infamous son of Sparda and she the granddaughter.

Sings her old bar tunes from his younger more degenerate years.

Definitely gets a little more serious when he has his daughter but only because he’s terrified of anything happening to her.

Picks up little trinkets for her.

When she was younger and teething she’d cry over sore gums and Dante would slip her a crust of pizza to gum away at when you weren’t looking.

He sucks at cooking but he can make simple things for her.

Dante would love his wife like it was his first time ever seeing her every day.

Becomes very domestic.

Will wake up later than the two of you in the mornings but makes it his job to scoop the two of you up once he makes it to the kitchen where you’re making breakfast.

His daughter will have a phase where she is disgusted by how deeply in love the two of you are. She also thought your real name was either babe or sugar for a while.

He’s got trauma from his childhood and how abruptly it ended so he’ll never want his little girl to grow up too fast. He tries to keep the ugliness of the world away from her as much as he can.

Dante’s daughter will sneak away from curfew to join her old man on missions and eventually Dante realizes he can’t keep her away from his bounty hunter life.

His wife, oh his wife.

He loves wearing his ring. A simple silver band with your name engraved.

His wife would have to be very nurturing but tough. He wouldn’t put a woman through his life unless he knew she could handle it.

He likely wouldn’t trust a civilian and would probably prefer a woman who also knew of the demon world and how to eradicate her weight in devils.

However, the two of you quickly fall into domestic life together, especially with the child.

You’d be understanding when he came home too late but his daughter is very much a daddy’s girl and would jump for joy at his return.

Drinks in front of his daughter and when she’s older she’ll make fun of him or steal his handles when she has her friends over.

Wants to be a cool dad but knows kids these days aren’t as easily impressed as they used to be.

His wife definitely grounds Dante from going too low and shooting too high. He struggles with both.

He really needs a ride or die but please don’t die. His worst fear is ending up like his mother in that sense where he’ll have to raise your daughter alone. ;(.

Once puberty happens and all of a sudden daddy’s girl doesn’t want to be near him at all and is always rolling her eyes, he’s devastated. He’s just glad she has a good relationship with you at least during that era so he at least can hear how she’s doing from a second source.

“No please not the teenage angst. She gets it from me.”

Will blow his top if he catches her being disrespectful to you.

His daughter after a terrible fight will find him later with a bourbon in hand and a photo book of her baby photos. He asks her to sit down and tells her-

“I know things aren’t very good between us right now but if anything, anything happened to you…I wouldn’t know what to do.”

A little goes a long way and the two are quick to go back to being close.

Will spend money he doesn’t have on her. She would be spoiled if you as her mother didn’t set boundaries.

Won’t take it easy on her sparring wise since she’s a quarter demon and needs to know how to strut her trigger when she needs it. The tough love pays off.

All in all, Dante desperately wants to be a good father and be present at everything. He’ll want to involve himself in everything she’s up to and is willing to invite him to.

Most likely, he’ll find himself extremely happy in this new family of his, of strong loving women who take no shit.

Please let Dante settle down and be happy Capcom I ain’t gonna keep begging.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

SO I WANT TO SAY THIS BEFORE I FORGET!!

I noticed how each chapter of Twisted Wonderland's manga series based off each game and their chapter with each Yuu/MC/the reader and viewer is different in a way of what would help contrast the focus of the story.

Examples being Enma Yuuken is strong and obvious extremally masculine there fore "strong" in looks than Riddle who's "strong" in the sense of brains and magic as he literally bulldoze across any set back to be the top of his school to a degree of being Housewarden a mere weeks since joining as a new student vs. this one guy who has no magic and only seemingly became a student regardless of background or magic history and is able to make plenty of friends when he can't think of anyone outside of Trey and Cater and Chenya to call his friend, maybe even doubt if they even see him as his friend.

Then we have Yuuka Hirasaka who is confident, kind, loyal, and brave as shit, proving her point by risking her safety for a animal in the road. Leona, try as he might, wouldn't even give a chance to prove he can do that because everyone already doesn't expect much from him, or at least that's what he said. He's confident for a different reason, also if you remember how things run back in the Sunset Savannah you'd argue Leona feels extra bitter and more in need to try and prove worth more cause he grew up not only looked down on by his magic and potion in the royal line but also is honestly scared of the women around him. He's more confused with Yuuka especially since she doesn't show much fear to him

Next we have Mito Yuuta who I love the most so far due to what may come. Azul is confident and arrant as a show off little shield cause of his own self insecurities especially his image, specially his body and it's weight. He was relentlessly picked on by everyone besides his mother mainly due to his weight which from that level of trauma he's willing to work hard to become the smartest, the strongest, the most respected, and hottest out of spite not cause he generally feels that he wants to, to him he needed to. And it's obviously still stuck on him enough to not take pictures regardless how much money he would make and even making Yuu(soon Mito) to break into something dangerous and steal the only picture of his childhood he was unable to hide in the mind set of destroying it, regardless if he thought it would work or not. Meanwhile Mito Yuuta is a big guy who's okay and proud of his shape and eating habits and kind of like the ones before he him he actually has people who want to his friend vs. the unknown certainty that Jade and Floyd aren't technically his friends, they openly claim him as entertainment and if he got boring they'd leave him.

In other words there may be a chance other chapters would have a similar method with not just the design choice but personality design of future Yuus to contrast against the "flaws" of the chapter's "bad guys or villains"

I want Chapter 4 to be a girl, maybe make her beautiful in some way or have the personality of Jasmine from Aladdin that way the weird vibes of Chapter 4 being super hella romantic and even more ship baiting in any and all forms feel right, not to mention that scene of Jamil hypnotizing us in the kitchen DISNEY GIVE ME THAT AMAZING ART WORK OF JAMIL JUST LOOKING AT THIS GIRL AND MAKE ME AS CONFUSED IN MY SEXUALITY AND FEELINGS AS YOU DID WITH JASMINE AND ALADDIN WHEN I WAS 10 YEARS OLD!!!

I also think having Chapter 5's Yuu whatever gender (maybe male or masculine based cause there's a pattern it seems) but either make them somehow cuter than the ones before even if it's one trait or maybe give them something like a birthmark or scar of sorts that would somehow deem them "ugly" the their world but Vil would be lowkey obsessive of slowly as that was his character is, he's so obsessed proving he's beautiful and good and smart and strong to the point he obsessed over others and their flaws

Though with Chapter 6 I'm stuck on just cuz I want a sassy Meg type Yuu but also want a tall handsome muscular man who's like Hercules and everything Idia most likely would wish to be including with open mention of having great relationship with their family or maybe even them being an orphan

What are your guys' thoughts and opinions?

[isleofdarkness]

Final shard ROUGH DRAFT

This is the rough draft of the final part of chapter 7, which I will refine in the morning but I desperately want you guys to see it. But, because I am tired... I'm going to take the bad route and just copy-paste the content warnings for the entire chapter as the warnings for this. I am sorry.

Warnings- medical procedures, near-death experience, medical info, gun pointed at child, blood, murder, slight body horror, war, swearing, gang violence, trauma, flashbacks, slavery, chronic pain, selling souls Implied/referenced; genocide, starvation, character death, noncon, minor noncon, childhood prostitution, child sexual abuse, child abuse, torture, grievous injury, massacres, terrorism, gang violence

Mal was seething, Evie was... astral-planing or whatever with Maverick, Carlos was helping Agony fiddle with her bionic arm, Claudine was curled in the corner with the band of her headscarf pulled over her eyes to block out the meager light of waiting room, and Audrey was doing whatever with her phone. That left Ben.

It felt a bit selfish, using Ben to keep his mind from spiraling back to nightmares of his father, but Ben looked like he was spiraling, too. Maybe he and Jay could distract each other. Or, at least, Jay could answer the questions written all over Ben's face without murdering him.

The questions, of course, started the second Jay sat down next to the future king. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Fuck, that was exactly what he wanted to not think about. Jay managed a flippant smile. "I'm good, just not in the mood to talk about it. What about you?"

Ben let out a small sigh and gestured helplessly in Maverick's general direction. "Was she telling the truth? Is the Isle really that bad?"

That was the million-dollar question, and Jay had a feeling Ben wasn't going to like the answer. "Yeah." Ben groaned is dismay, burying his face in his hands. "Actually, she's been holding back. It gets way worse." There were some details even the Maverick wouldn't discuss unprompted, details like Jay's father. She'd come close in one of her comments earlier, but she'd moved on too fast for Ben to latch onto it.

"How could it possibly get-"

Jay smacked Ben on the shoulder, hard, before he could finish that damning question. Ben turned his head, giving Jay a weird look. "Dude, unless you're Harriet Hook, you don't ask that question. The second you pass through the barrier, Murphy is your only God and his law is gospel. You don't tempt him unless you've got equal or greater power behind your name. Something catastrophic will happen and it will be your fault." There were some people Isle kids didn't try and Murphy's petty ass was near the top of the list.

"Murphy's Law," Ben chuckled, straightening. It was no laughing matter but hey, at least it got Ben to stop spiraling for a moment. "Who's Harriet Hook?"

Fuck, how to even describe Harriet Hook? "The list of people on the Isle absolutely no one fucks with directly is short. We have the occasional suicidal who'll challenge Maverick, Justice, Ginny- but no one's ever had the audacity to get into it directly with Harriet Hook. She's the queen of the Isle, basically. The first tragedy." He wasn't supposed to say that last bit. Jay scrambled, trying to move on before Ben could ask about Shirley. "The only person I've ever see argue her orders is Grandma Gert, and she only does it if she has a damn good reason."

Thankfully, Ben's next question was about the new name. "Who's Grandma Gert?"

"She's..." Allah, how to even start on the enigmatic Grandma Gert? He'dnever needed to explain her- it was Isle genetic memoryto never fuck with Grandma Gert. "I don't know that much about her. She's Maverick's grandmother, I think, but everyone calls her Grandma Gert because she told us to. She's extremely powerful. Powerful enough to make Maverick look like a joke if Mav's right, and you have no idea how that bar is. Apparently she even predates the Endless and she could take all seven of them at once and win without breaking a sweat.

"Predates the..." Ben's eyes lit up, understanding something Jay didn't. "Black woman, on the shorter side, with eyes so black they make you feel like you're staring into the eternal abyss of outer space?"

Huh? He hadn't been expecting Ben to know Grandma Gert of all Isle residents. Jay himself had only actually seen the woman twice. But the description matched, so he nodded.

"Her name is Night," Ben told him. "She's the mother of the Endless."

Wait.

If Grandma Gert was the mother of the Endless, but also Maverick's grandmother, wouldn't that make Maverick...

Would that mean that Maverick's father was one of the Endless?

She called herself Destiny, she had a book shackled to her wrist, Mara had said she'd overrode Destiny- no, that didn't make sense. Maverick wouldn't be that much more powerful than her parentage. At best, if Maverick's father was Endless, she would be able to match him. But overriding Destiny? There was no way that math worked out. Being related didn't explain why Maverick was as powerful as she was.

Unless- he wasn't sure how Maverick related to Grandma Gert. It could be she was Gert's son, not grandson- but that would make her-

No. There was no way Maverick Fucking Mim was one of the Endless. There was no way the most anarchist man in existence was secretly Destiny of the fucking Endless.

Jay shook his head to clear the thought. He was exhausted, his mind was making Olympic-level jumps to conclusions without being rational. Thankfully, Ben had the sense to change the subject. "Who do you think needs off of the Isle the most?"

Another good question. "Honestly, everyone. But if I had to pick one person..." he couldn't, that was the issue. The people who needed off of the Isle had siblings, partners, friends, family, children, people they were protecting. He couldn't endorse plucking someone away from the people they cared about. The closest he could get- "The Hearts kids. Ace, Rose, Andi, King, and Queenie."

"Why them?"

Even though Rose and Ace were fine with people knowing their trauma, it still felt wrong to air it out without their permission. He'd have to censor it. A lot. "Their mother wouldn't care if they lived or died and their father doesn't do shit, but if Rose or Ace defy the Queen, it's a few months in her dungeon, at the mercy of her guards. And the guards..." lashes across Ace's back, bruising and welts from where the lashes ended to halfway down the backs of its thighs, crisscrossing its inner thighs, severe enough to bleed across its chest. Bruises from hands so much larger than its own, hands that had grabbed it, held it down, pulled its tiny body to meet every brutal movement. Hickeys and bites that bled joining the feathered pattern of scars on its neck and across its bony shoulders. Lips bruised, eyes red from tears, voice almost gone. The hopelessness in its eyes as it begged Mal for help, the naked terror when any of them touched it. And then what had happened later, when the guard who had reduced it to that state found it. How he'd tied Jay up and humiliated Ace... How Ace had been too scared to even consider fighting back. "Well, let's just say the guards are pretty nasty to them. But they stay to protect the three younger kids from the same abuse. They're sheltering around a hundred kids hidden in Salazan's Grum, but still... those guys need off of the Isle. It's a miracle they haven't been killed by their parents yet."

"Are they..." Ben paused, choosing his words carefully. "Good?"

"It's not that simple. You've gotta take into account what they've been through- the Isle shapes us and Rose and Ace were shaped by the constant threat of brutality and abuse from pretty much every adult in their lives. I think..." he paused, remembering the story behind Ace and Evie, how it had reassured her and protected her without asking anything in return. "I think they can be, if you show them how. They aren't monsters, they've got some good, strong morals that they will never compromise. They just haven't been taught."

The Hearts twins were their own special grey area. Each one was a ruthless killer, the mist efficient on the Isle, and had no problems with torture or hurting kids if they were told to. Then there was Ace's magick, that whole blood thing, and the possibility that Rose had an ability just as lethal or worse.

But then there was so much good in them.

He didn't know as much about Rose (even less about Andi, King, and Queenie,) but those who knew her spoke highly of her. Even those more conservative with their praise, like Ursula, had only nice things to say about her. Jay personally knew her to be polite but quiet- not as quiet as her twin, not by a long shot, but certainly quieter than most. Unless she was on stage. He'd only ever seen one of the shows at the broken down theater, held in a half-collapsed church, but he didn't think he would ever forget it. It had been something about cats and she was playing... Victoria, maybe. It started with a V. It was clear she shared Ace's superhuman strength, leaping higher than a human could, and she was agile and fast enough that it felt like she really was a cat turned human. Rose loved theatre. She loved singing, sewing, dance, and had a soft spot for children that she didn't shy away from showing. She was ruthless, sure, but all of that was normal teenager stuff, features she shared with even Auradon girls. She wasn't villainous, just Isle like everyone else.

And Ace... there was not doubt in Jay's mind that Ace could be good if given the chance.

Theirs was an odd dynamic, one Jay struggled to put into words. They were far closer than could be considered platonic, even on the Isle, but they weren't in an actual relationship. Up until a year or so earlier, they almost would have fit best as siblings. But that label was probably the least accurate one now.

Whatever that one new addition was, it complicated the rest to all hell. It had been easy to label Ace a close friend before. He trusted the redhead to not steal from him, poison him, murder him, assault him, or use him to bring down Mal's gang. He could sleep near Ace without fear, spar with it without worrying it would genuinely hurt him, and he knew it had his back in a fight. He trusted it with his life, to the same level he trusted Mal, Evie, and Carlos. Enough to not kill it when it figured out his best-kept secret.

The streets of the Underland district were rife with predators- it was the only place where no one dared enforce, seeing how much effort, manpower, and resources it would take to clean it up. On these nights where Jay desperately needed cash to appease his father, despite Underland being closer, Jay usually went to the northern half of Harriet’s territory, maybe to the neighborhood at the edge of Mischief Mile, the one where Hook's pirates lived because gods knew those guys had a complex. But, if he couldn't do either of those or wasn't getting clients for whatever reason, he went to Underland as a last resort.

That was where their whole... thing had started

-

Jay had been at the corner, well aware of the group of drunken creeps eyeing him up and praying they would hire him rather than just rape him, when the group had startled. So fast he nearly missed it, they scattered into the shadows.

Then Jay heard the very familiar gait that told him exactly why.

Ace of Hearts had a limp, a weird, loose, kind of side-to-side walk. It worked with it pretty well and the limp didn't make it any less graceful or fast (and definitely didn't impact how silently it could move around if it wanted to,) but Jay had always wondered about it. He'd long ago assumed it was from a broken leg that hadn't healed right, but it wasn’t the kind of limp he usually saw from an old injury. It also didn't seem to flare up with weather or overexertion but just randomly, which was weird.

That night had been on of the random times Ace's limp was particularly bad, which combined with the foreboding fact that it was even out at night to make Jay very much no want to cross it. It didn't notice him for a moment and he tried to slip into the shadows, but the movement caught Ace's attention.

It had him pinned to the brick wall in half a second, ever-present dagger to his throat. Jay slowly raised his hands, surrendering, until it recognized him and let him go.

"Jay? The fuck are you-" Ace cut itself off as it noticed his tighter-than-usual pants and opened vest. Despite him being a good half-foot taller than it, it managed to cuff him upside the head. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make Jay feel kind of stupid. "Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?! I knew you were suicidal but I didn't know you were as bad as me! There's easier ways to kill yourself! Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and tied up in someone's basement as a fucking sex slave for the rest of your life? Cause you're doing an excellent job towards that if you are. Bloody hell, man-"

"I need money and no one else is buying," Jay defended himself.

Ace groaned and reached into its boot, pulling out a decent-sized pouch and forcing it into Jay's hand. "That enough? Go the fuck home."

But Jay tried to push the bag back into Ace's hand, as much as it pained him to do so. It would probably be enough to satisfy his father for months, based of the clacking or rocks that somehow sounded expensive. Ace raised an eyebrow and refused the take the bag- probably until Jay told it why he couldn't accept being a charity case. "If I takevit, I'll owe you."

Understanding flashed across Ace's face. All Isle kids understood owing and why they needed to avoid it. A debt could be used against them in the most horrific ways that Jay knew far too well- he owed a lifelong debt to his father for four years of being raised without earning his keep, and more debt was added on with every transgression. He didn't want to owe anyone else anything, it would just make his life harder.

Ace blew out a long breath, clearly thinking hard. "Alright, fine. Answer this and consider it even cause I really wanna know." A bag of gems for a question answered? That didn't seem very even. "I don't like touch. You can imagine why." Jay winced. Yeah, he definitely could. He knew some of the shit Ace had to deal with, even witnessed it. He could definitely get why it wouldn't like touch. "But you and Evie are fine with it, you'll even lean into it." It paused and Jay nodded, figuring it wanted him to confirm its observations. "How do I do that? Get touch without panicking, I mean."

Fuck, it wasn't going to like Jay's answer. "Me, I just had to get used to it. I'm used to all kinds of touch, I just trained myself to stop reacting. But Evie, Malcolm did this weird touch thing to... acclimate her, he said. Started out small, just touching her hands until she was completely comfortable with that, then he'd hold her hands until she was good with that, then her wrists, arms, shoulders, back- you get the idea. That's how she got used to it."

Ace had kind of deflated as he'd spoken. It looked crushed, disappointed beyond measure. "Oh." Its voice was kind of quiet, sad. "Alright. Thanks."

Yeah, he'd assume the option wouldn't seem viable to Ace. It didn't have anyone it trusted like that, other than maybe its siblings, but it wouldn't want its siblings to do what Malcolm did.

Jay couldn't help but feel bad as Ace started to walk away, still looking sad (it would probably look pissed to those who didn't know it, but Jay knew it well enough to catch the tiny changes in its expression and what they meant.) He'd felt like he'd just told it it would never be able to be touched ever again. It probably thought that its situation was hopeless. Fuck, Jay felt like he'd killed its hope right in front of it.

"Ace," he said before he could really think about what he was going to offer. But it paused and turned back to him, and he couldn't back out. That would make him feel even shittier. "You know, I'd rather not go home right now. If you're okay with it... I've seen Malcolm do the touch thing with Evie. We could try it out. See if it works for you."

That hopeful spark came alive again, but Ace seemed to be trying not to let it get too far. "Would you be comfortable with that?"

"Absolutely." Ace was Jay's... not friend, there weren't friends on the Isle, but they were close enough. "Plus, if it turns out being something that works for you, we can do it whenever. Such as nights where I would definitely benefit from snagging something from your mother."

"You wouldn't have to," Ace promised instantly, mood quickly picking up. "I have way more rubies where those come from, I can just give you some- like paying you, only not for sex."

He could definitely get behind that. "That works. It's a deal?"

Ace was lit up like a firework. "It's a deal!"

-

"Jay?" Ben's voice startled Jay out of the memory. Jay quickly fixed his expression, realizing it had slipped into something stupid and fond. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking," he missed Ace, just like he missed Lydia, Diego, and Mischa, but there was no way in Hell he was going to admit to that. "Haven't seen Ace in a while. I was just wondering how it was holding up."

Later, he would figure he'd come close enough to challenging Murphy. Because, before Ben could respond, Maverick and Evie both snapped back to awareness. Maverick put her fingers to her temple and her face went grim. "We'll continue this conversation later. Ginny?" Ginny finally looked away from Sunshine, recognizing that Maverick's dire tone meant trouble, "I'm really, really sorry, but we're about to have three Sanctums coming in and it's all-hands-on-deck."

Ginny nodded, face slipping into her professional mask as she carefully handed Sunshine to Anthony. "Who are they and what happened?"

"Rose, Ace, and Andi-" and fuck, that told Jay everything he needed to know about what had happened. If Rose or Ace called Sanctum, they were dying. If both did, something catastrophic had happened. And if Andi was hurt enough to need to call Sanctum with them- that had never even happened before. He assumed it would be apocalyptic. "It was the Demons with one of Maleficent's weapons. Fifteen arrows in Ace's torso, front, two in Rose and a lot of burning, and Andi... no one can figure it out, that one will be played by ear."

The Demons?

If Jay had time, he probably would've gone into another panic at what Maverick was implying. The Demons were one of the gangs on Maleficent's side during the War, one of the ones wiped out, and the ones who had put Jay through two captured weeks that were so horrific he couldn't remember them or the three weeks he spent in flashback after flashback until Mal and Evie managed to snap him out of it. If the Demons were back, that would sure as fuck explain the Sanctum.

He couldn't be useless right now. Ace and its sisters needed him to be ready to help.

"Get Shan Yu and anyone you can spare," Ginny ordered Shan Sarangerel, who had come running into the room when she'd heard Maverick say someone had called a Sanctum. "Bring out the Last Resort Kit. Mav, call in Lydia and Zevon. We'll need an evacuation of Salazan's Grum-"

"We can't," Maverick argued, jaw tight. "It's gone. The entire castle is rubble. I don't know how they managed the firepower but those three-"

"Are the only survivors," Ginny finished as Shan Yu and around a dozen "staff" members came into the room. "We still completely booked?" He nodded grimly. "Fuck it, I don't need a surgery room. Just get everyone you can in here. 'Rick, how far out?"

"Grandma is waiting on my okay before she brings them here, she wants us to be prepared before she takes them out of the time-stop." Oh fuck, Grandma Gert was involved? As if the situation wasn't bad enough, apparently it was worse- so bad that Grandma Gert herself was involved. "It's not exactly safe for mortals to be in a time-stop, if that influences your answer."

"It does." Ginny's sharp eyes cut across the room, taking inventory of the people she had to work with and the medical supplies she'd been bought, which looked like nothing compared to Doctor Sweet's closet. And why did the Last Resort Kit look so depleted? It usually only got pulled out once or twice a year. What she had wasn't going to be enough, so she turned to the Auradons. "Any of you know medicine?" Four people- Aurora, the blue gorilla guy, the Latina woman, and the red-haired woman, stepped forward. "Follow my lead or sit down and shut up, got it? A second of hesitation can mean the difference between life or death in my hospital and if you think you can take that chance, don't bother helping. We clear?" Four nods. Ginny nodded to Maverick. "Ready as we'll ever be."

Jay's heart was pounding as Maverick put her fingers back to her temple. The air seemed to get sucked out of the room in those few horrible, eternal seconds, as she communicated with the only person keeping the Hearts kids alive and telling her to remove them from what was basically Auradon's "life support."

For an agonizingly long time, no one even moved.

Seven figures, four supporting three who couldn't even stand, appeared in the center of the room.

And Jay's world ended for the second time that day.

[the-ellia-west]

💋🧡🍋🍏🌀 for the jumbo ask game (choose whichever ocs you want from whatever wip you want)

Thank you for the ask @rivenantiqnerd

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

🍋 Does your OC act petty and jealous easily? What sort of things make them feel like this and do they experience guilt for getting so worked up? How do they deal with these emotions when they get them? If your OC doesn’t feel like this often, why not?

🍏 Does your OC have any triggers? What is the history behind these triggers and are they related to any disorders or mental illnesses? In what ways does your OC react to being triggered?

🌀 Where is your OC from? Where were they born? Do they still live there, if not why did they move? If they still live in the area how has it changed since their childhood? How many places has your OC lived in and where has been their favourite?

MEEP MEEP Uhmmmmm.......... I'm gonna answer these for not the same character

Lips

Honrul is a wildly interesting character I don't talk about enough. He's not a very affectionate person, but he is nice enough to his family and friends, whereas he is friendly and acts pretty well around his... Uh... she's not a girlfriend exactly? Friend with benefits I guess, Wren. These two are a physical disaster, who sometimes chat about emotions, but don't really give a shit.

Heart

I'm just gonna do obscure characters for this one. Kahn, a character who comes in much later and is important to someone's backstory, really loves his wife. Despite her being an absolute piece of shit, he's still holding onto the hope she loves him. He doesn't really have anyone else anymore anyway.

Lemon

Shyre doesn't get petty that easily, but if you make her mad enough she would come up with extremely cruel and unusual punishments. Depending on what you did, she may or may not be remorseful. She doesn't feel like this often because she's generally very levelheaded.

Apple

Honrul's triggers are when someone gets on his nerves or threatens any of the things he worked so hard to build. He has intense anger issues but they're not really trauma based, they're more of him just being a crazy bitch. If you make him too angry he will tear you to pieces and feed you to your family. So just... don't.

Spiral

Marril is back babyyyyy. He's from the southern Region off Calisk, the Siyunas Region. He moved because he ran away as a result of... issues. He's lived in 5 places.

His original home

The Streets

A Brutal Shade Training Outpost

A Coastal City

And now his current home

He liked his original home the best, but he can't go back anymore.