#the best parts were the files lmao

[nine-fingered-entity]

i have so many questions for the xfiles writers. imagine being them and writing One Breath and then turning around and being like "yeah we're setting up Dana Scully's sister as a love interest" like what??????

[ssahotchnerr]

katie this is sauuurrr adorable the last part LMAO what if when babygirl is off to kindergarten and rossi jokingly asked aaron so does she have a boyfriend yet and aaron just 😐😒https://www.tumblr.com/ssahotchnerr/735008130361081856/aaron-and-reader-on-their-daughters-first-day-of

bittersweet remarks

awww thank you hehe 🥰 and omg aaron would NOT have it cw; fem!reader, girl!dad aaron, dave being dave LOL - cont. from baby steps

when your daughter started preschool, aaron knew he had a year to mentally prepare for the next milestone: kindergarten. but come september - had he? absolutely not.

in addition, you were more on the emotional side this time around, tears flowing fast and freely the night before in bed. you had been curled into aaron's side, your tears dropping onto and wetting his t-shirt, voicing how is it possible your baby's starting kindergarten.

you were thrilled for her, of course, but next you'll blink and she'll be in college, and then it'll be her wedding day (aaron had paled at that). in summary, it's all going way too fast and you're both losing your little girl right before your eyes and there's nothing you can do about it.

this morning when you awoke, again you were rather sniffly. and while aaron was experiencing the exact bittersweet feelings as well, he didn't express so for your sake:

the last thing he needed was more tears on your end, which on any given day could easily bring him to tears. and if baby girl saw you crying, she would grow unsure and cry herself, and he definitely would cry.

this year, he would be the pillar of strength you needed.

luckily, both of you were able to put on a brave face for your daughter; displaying high spirits as you got her dressed, taking first day of school pictures. then dropping her off with bright smiles, tight hugs, and the confident words that you both know she'll have the best day and cannot wait to hear all about it.

you held it together saying see you later, while walking down the school's hallway away from her classroom, out into the parking lot. but once in the privacy of the car, tears.

aaron was more than aware of the grey cloud following him as he entered the roundtable room for morning's debrief. his heartstrings continued to pull in all different directions; the excitement he held for your daughter's big next step, but she was growing up. his insides ached for you and your rough morning, but he succeeded in consoling you and getting a smile out of you before heading in.

aaron felt the team's eyes as he sat down, as he got settled, as he shifted through his case files as he searched for the words to begin.

the demeanor was clear and obvious, aaron's normal frown more distinguished. morgan's expression immediately fell into a yikes - widening his eyes for a split second, his eyebrows raised - a silent signal to the others to not piss him off today.

"how'd it go this morning?" jj gently broke the silence, by her motherly nature. compared to the team, she had a very good understanding on how his morning had probably went so far.

"it was fine." aaron answered simply, continuing to look down as he spoke. he also vaguely and shortly explained you had a rough morning letting go, penelope audibly aw'ing in return.

"so, has she got a boyfriend yet?" dave asked, just tossing it out there casually as he raised his coffee mug to his lips and took a sip. his statement was all for the sake of fun, knowing he'd get a strong reaction out of aaron.

rossi also received very aghast, nervous faces from the others, all questioning: are you out of your mind?

without fully lifting his head, aaron's eyes rose from his paperwork. as his gaze met dave's, a lethal expression. his prominent glare was more hardened than usual, eyebrows drawn into a strict line above his eyes, silently shooting sharp daggers.

he'd find it slightly humorous within a day or so, just not now. the timing was poor, especially due to your wedding comment the previous night.

"ah," dave leaned back in his chair, amused and chucking softly. "i'll take that as a no."

[imisscherryboy-blog]

running back 2 u

enemies to lovers — football player! ajax x sports med! gn reader

part 2 part 3

spotify playlist ★

story: you and ajax have known each other since elementary school. those years haven’t been always the best, as you both parted ways due to your differences in personality. that is, until one hot august night, where the stadium lights illuminate the turf, you find yourself running back to him again.

notes: enemies to lovers, modern au, gender neutral reader, childe is referred to as ajax, last name tartaglia, american football, all characters are 18+ as seniors, highschool setting, use of american education system, reader is in a sports medicine class (if you don’t know what that is it’s basically students that help out at school games, usually water girls/boys/people, assist with injuries) i wrote this with the pov of the reader being a POC but if you’re not just disregard when i say white and stuff lmao + part 1/?, title is an nct reference, debating eventual smut, kaveh and alhaitham are gay

side characters featured: kaveh, alhaitham (alhaitham x kaveh)

warnings: swearing, vivid depiction/description of injury

★ part 1 of an ongoing series ★

you hated ajax and ajax hated you. that much was safe to say. ever since that incident in 9th grade, you never talked to him, let alone acknowledged him. before that, you both had known each other since elementary school. everybody loved ajax, his teachers, his peers, and even you. he just had that personality that made everyone love him; but you knew him underneath that persona. you knew his flaws and he knew yours. he’d tell you things he’d never tell anyone, he trusted you. but, all good things come to an end. in the summer going into your first year at highschool, you found yourself never wanting to speak to him again. he ultimately became the person you two would make fun of together in prior years. a typical, white, football player. but damn was he a good running back. he used to be so charming, but now he was just a playboy that had a new girl in his bed every week. you hated him for it, you hated the person he became, but you mostly hated how he’d plague your mind like a disease.

the day of the game finally came. you and kaveh both wore your school’s varsity jackets and jeans. you guys trudged the god foresaken orange gatorade cooler out to the field for the junior varsity and freshman team. the jv game had just finished, and you began setting up for the varsity game.

“y/n, i can tell you’re scared about ajax.”

“wow kaveh, you’re sooo observant.” you said sarcastically as you both were now in the utility room, filling the water bottles for the players.

“listen, you probably won’t even have to talk to him. as much as he likes to talk behind your back, he’s scared of you. you literally know EVERYTHING about him, you could ruin his reputation in milliseconds.” kaveh had a point. you knew his deepest and darkest secrets, but he unfortunately knew yours as well. you screwed the last lid of the water bottle on tighter than usual as you responded.

“thanks kaveh, but promise me you’ll be the one giving him his water, not me.” kaveh laughed as you said this.

“i’d actually be more than happy too! he’s pretty fine anyways…”

“kaveh— please.” you sighed as kaveh only laughed louder. you walked out to the field, the sky a pretty hue of pink as the jv players left and students filed in the bleachers for the real game. you made your way to the bench, right next to the field and placed the water bottle trays down, as cheering filled the stadium, you both looked behind you.

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, our undefeated, five-time league winners, the varsity football team!” the announcer said as the cheers only got louder. the varsity boys ran onto the field, ajax leading the team. you rolled your eyes. you’d admit, he looked good in the navy blue and white jersey, adorning the number 11. ajax was the captain and star of the team, his stats practically outdid any other running back in the county. he ranked first for almost every category, he was a good running back, you’d give him that at least. but at that moment, a feeling came over you. you felt jealous. jealous of the new cheerleader girl he was seeing, jealous of his success, you irrevocably hated him.

“god alhaitham looks good.” kaveh said, very much distracted when they began to sing the national anthem.

“you’re shameless, kaveh.”

“well, the national anthem definitely did not include gay people so…”

the game began, and the annoying and repetitive chants from the cheerleaders almost got stuck in your head. they even had a special one for their glorious star boy tartaglia! you could give zero fucks about him and his stupid chant, but you couldn’t help but notice him staring you down as the rival team took a time out. he gulped his water, sweat dripping from his slicked-back hair, before returning back to the field. as promised, it was kaveh’s job to offer him water, not yours. when one team scored, the other followed suit, the game was neck and neck. watching ajax skillfully receive alhaitham’s (the quarterback) throws and run it was something you could watch all day. but you hated him, so you pretended to look busy every time the home team ran a point. it was halftime now, and you and kaveh hung around the bench. they were up by only two points, it was practically anyone’s game, but that’s what makes the epic highs and lows of highschool football, right?

“swear to god, ajax keeps looking at you.” kaveh whispered to you as you refilled the green water bottles. the boys went into the team room as you and kaveh stayed outside. ajax’s fan girls in the stands had finally calmed down. you just looked at him and looked away as you continued to fill up the water. “like, every time he scores a touch down, he’ll do his stupid little celebration and he’ll glance over here—and then i’d look at you, and of course—‘oh, she’s trying to look distracted and pretend to not care again!’.” kaveh rolled his eyes at you, looking at you for an answer. “you still care about him, don’t you?” this time, you didn’t look at him and just stared at the bottle.

“yeah, like i’d give two shits about the school fuck boy. it’s just, i can’t help but remember how he used to be, that’s all.” it was a blatant lie, and kaveh knew. but he decided to stop pressing where it hurts. and just like that, half time was over and the team looked spent, but they still had 30 minutes to clutch. the cheers started up again. another touchdown, and chants of his name were the only things heard in the stadium. you felt surrounded. you just wanted to go home.

finally, the seventh minute began. the scoreboard emitting a soft glow displayed both home and away teams tied. everyone on the bleachers were all sat for these final minutes. including you. you watched intently with kaveh and your sports med teacher on the bench as they hiked the ball.

“alhaitham, number 9 is going for a throw,” the commentator’s voice reverberated through the field. alhaitham spots ajax, right on the 30 yard line, centered on the field. alhaitham takes a couple steps back and throws, the ball spins with accuracy. the crowd and kaveh all cheer.

“a dot! per usual from quarter back alhaitham, how many yards can their star running back score for the team!” ajax grabbed the ball and went for a right hook, swiftly dodging the defenders. he only got faster and faster as the cheers grew louder. he hooked right, and made his way for that touch down line.

“ajax! ajax! ajax!” the crowd chanted as kaveh and your teacher were now standing. you watched him closely, all of a sudden remembering back to when the two of you competed in your middle school’s flag football tournament. he had signed you up without you knowing, and you both somehow cinched first place.

“oh my god—” kaveh’s gasp snapped you out of your thoughts, as you looked onto the field.

the bleachers were silent now. ajax laid on his side, clutching his knee. the ball was long forgotten now.

“it appears number 11 is down.” the commentator remarked. your heart sank to your ass. you knew that knee injuries could fuck up anyone’s career in seconds. especially a running back’s. before you knew it, you were standing, your teacher yelled something to kaveh as he began running toward him to see what happened, you stood frozen. the cries of his fan girls behind you were the only things you could hear, kaveh was trying to tell you something, but you kept looking at ajax’s writhing body and back to kaveh, and back to ajax, and now at the rival team, and back to kaveh.

“y/n! are you listening? this is serious!” kaveh’s voice was almost a yell.

“i-i’m sorry, what do you need me to do?” you blinked a couple times.

“get the ice pack!” he yelled as kaveh made his way to the scene, the rival team went back to their bench as they were in small groups, most likely talking about what happened. you grabbed the ice pack from the cooler and ran over. his eyes were screwed shut as he cursed loudly, your teacher asking where it hurt.

“ah fuck, my knee! motherfu—” ajax bit back his curses with the back of his hand. your teacher radioed for a golf cart, which made you confused because you’d think someone would be calling 911.

“shouldn’t we be calling an ambulance..?” alhaitham asked, kneeling next to kaveh and ajax’s head. kaveh visibly looked flustered.

“y-yeah. we should! as a matter of fact, why don’t i just call them right—” your teacher cut kaveh off as he interjected.

“it’s a torn acl, if we call an ambulance right now, all they’ll do is give him some ice and painkillers which we very much have. we’re not spending 6k for an ice pack. save that money for the surgery.” your teacher remarked.

“the what..?” ajax looked at him with wide eyes as a campus supervisor came with a golf cart, the crowd was at a stand still.

“kaveh, stay here and take over for me. y/n, come with me.” you knew ajax’s injury was nothing life threatening, but you couldn’t help but worry for his future. you nodded your head as you and your teacher got into the front seat of the golf cart, cursing kaveh in your head, wishing it was him to take your place. ajax’s teammates carefully laid him on the golf cart and he cursed at them to be more careful. you rolled your eyes.

“ajax, we’re gonna need you to talk to us, we can’t have you passing out.” your teacher drove the golf cart to the recovery room, making sure to drive slowly over any bumps.

“you want me to talk? well, a torn acl is gonna ruin my goddamn career—fuck!” the golf cart jerked forward a little, making him curse.

“it’s probably not completely torn, ajax. you’ll recover in no time.” your teacher said.

“you’ll probably be out for the season.” you added, you couldn’t help but add a little salt in the wound.

“you’ll be out for the fucking year if you don’t shut the fuck up.” ajax snapped back at you.

“you need some ice dipshit?” you turned around with the ice pack and tossed it onto his knee, making him yell out in pain.

“what the FUCK is wrong with you—” he yelped in pain again, you just rolled your eyes.

“y/n! cut it out! you too, ajax. we’re here.” the teacher took the key out of the golf cart and looked at you. “i need to call his parents and file a report for the insurance, i’m trusting you to patch any cuts and tape his knee for the time being. keep the ice on it—and please don’t assault him.” your teacher was already on their way as they headed towards the office. you didn’t even get a minute to protest.

“no fucking way they just left me with this loser.” ajax scoffed from the back seat of the golf cart.

“at least my knee still works.” you grabbed the key and unlocked the recovery room, it had a couple of medical beds and cabinets filled with all kinds of medical equipment. you turned the lights on as you heard ajax outside yell.

“now you’re just leaving me? jesus, i couldn’t have asked for someone better to help me.” you ignored him as that was not what you were doing. you went to the smaller room in the back to get a wheelchair to get him onto one of the beds. you walked back outside, ajax’s face turned from one of pain to an angered look the minute you stepped outside. you wheeled the wheel chair to him.

“get on.” you said with little to no remorse.

“yeah let me just fly onto the fucking wheel chair why not. can you help me?” ajax yelled as he tried to sit up straight on the back seat. you scoffed and somehow got him onto the wheel chair. you both were silent, but you knew when ajax went quiet, he was overthinking. you knew he was thinking about what he’d do with his injury. you decided to give him something else to think about.

“it’s not that bad ajax. you survived skateboarding into a brick wall, i’m sure you’ll be fine.” you brought up an old memory the both of you shared.

“everyone saw. even the fucking scouters—i’m done for.” your words seemed to fly past his head. almost like he forgot about you and his’ history. you helped him onto the medical bed and made him sit straight so you could tape his knee. you went into the back room to get more ice. from the main room, you heard him start talking again.

“when i ran into that brick wall, you were the only one there. i didn’t have scouters that could get me d1 scholarships.” he remarked. he did remember at least. you came back with a roll of medical tape and some ice.

“you need to roll you pants up past your knee.” you went for the straight forward route as anything else would’ve gotten too awkward.

“yeah no fucking way that’s happening, cut it off for all i care.” you figured getting the leg of the pants over his injury wouldn’t be the most best of things, so you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut his pants just above his thigh. he hissed in pain even though you didn’t even touch it. he was always this dramatic, you thought to yourself. you unrolled the pieces of tape and got to work. if ajax was good at football, you were the best at sports medicine. you knew how to wrap an ankle like second nature—a big part of the reason why your teacher asked you to assist, not kaveh. he went quiet again, and you’d much rather have him yelling at you than overthinking the situation after all this.

“how’s teucer?” you asked as he hissed whenever you’d place a piece of tape on his knee.

“w-why do you care? can you be any more gentle?” you looked up at him and kept working. you weren’t any gentler, you just worked slower to make it look like you were. he fell for it easily.

“he’s fine. he just graduated elementary—ow, school.” he responded after a minute passed.

“that’s good.” you said in quieter-than-usual tone. you couldn’t deny it was still awkward between you two. you hadn’t had a conversation like this in practically years, and you never thought you would have to. “so what exactly happened out there? you trip or something?” you knew he didn’t trip. you also knew that ajax had a tendency to overestimate himself, overall causing him more harm than good.

“the turf must’ve been off.” he said looking away. ajax was well aware he let himself get cocky. it was the final minutes of the game and he wanted to end it off strong. in doing so, he got himself a torn acl. good going ajax.

“mhm..”

“what? don’t believe me?” before you could answer the question, your teacher walked in. the first thing ajax asked was if they won the game or not. his “half touchdown” didn’t count, leaving them still tied.

“we won. but it was still a close call.”

ajax looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. he was already upset with his injury, and a loss especially with their title as undefeated would be 10x worse. you tried to look normal, but in truth, you were a little happy for the team. after all, you had some sense of school pride.

“your mom is outside. i’ve talked to her already and explained the injury in length. please focus on resting, then let’s talk about your next games.” with that, your teacher left you both alone again.

“can you walk?” you asked.

“i’ll try.” he said wincing as he got up. you went to his side and put his arm around you. it was silent. you helped him to the parking lot, occasional swears were heard from him. you said his mom waiting outside of the car.

“oh sweetie!” ajax’s mom held him tightly.

“hi mom, i’m fine.” his words were muffled into her shoulder.

“oh goodness, let’s get you in the car!” she helped him into the passanger seat. they spoke to each other in russian, it sounded like he was getting scolded. it was none of your business anyway. after doing so, she came back out.

“y/n? i remember you!” she said, giving you a hug.

“hi mrs tartaglia.” ajax’s mom had a soft spot for you. she’d always pack you extra food, and would never fail to treat you like one of her own, it made you happy. due to the circumstances, you hadn’t seen her in what felt like years.

“how’ve you been? we’ve missed you!” her hand stayed on your shoulder, her voice was genuine. but who exactly did she mean by “we”?

“i’ve been alright, thanks for asking.”

“ajax still talks about you, you should come over some time! teucer and tonia miss you!”

huh?

did you hear that right?

maybe it she didn’t actually mean it like that, why would ajax still be talking about you?

ajax rolled down the window and stuck his head out.

“mom i’m hurting let’s go.” he half shouted.

“alright, alright. i’ll see you soon hopefully, y/n! thank you for looking after ajax!” she said with a warm smile as she got back in the car before you could say a word. you simply waved and smiled back at her. you glanced over for a second, seeing ajax on his phone. you didn’t understand. did ajax really stil talk about you? you’d have a lot to tell kaveh..

the two of them left the parking lot in their black tahoe suv. you just stood and watched. you cursed to yourself. you couldn’t understand why ajax’s words pulled at your heartstrings a little. you were confused. and things would only get more confusing from there.

[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 1: Lavender Haze.

A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Fem!Reader.

Summary: After an exhausting search, you finally seemed to find the perfect apartment, though you didn't expect to find three handsome guys living in it.

TW/Tags: mentions of cheating, cursing, mentions of sex(?, and that's it... i think.

Author's Note: here it is, the new girl au. it's prob going to be a long series bc i want to make justice to the slow burn of the tv show, so... i think this will have at least 15-20 chapters, lmao. they'll be short, tho, so it won't be too much. thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it!!💕

Word Count: 2.5k

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The intensity of his lavender haze met yours in an eye contact that lasted just a few seconds, but it was enough to make you stutter your first words. The guy in front of you cleared his throat, licked his lips and ran his hands through his silver locks before a charming smile appeared on his handsome face. A deep breath escaped you, before you smiled back at him in a less flirtatious and rather polite manner. 

He leaned over the frame of the door, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looked up and down at you, the file between your hands soon became victim of your sudden nervousness as your fingertips started to play with the corners of it. You felt the urge to turn around and escape, thinking that you might find another apartment that will be almost as perfect as this… but something within you made you stay.

“Hi,” you spoke first, softly and kindly, “is Jace here?”

“Who’s asking?” He asked back, arching his blond eyebrows and looking at the file in your hands.

“I’m y/n… I saw the ad online that said you were looking for a roommate,” you took a pause, waiting to see some reaction of realization on him, but you received no answer. “Jace told me to come today.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember hearing something about that this morning,” he nodded slowly, clicking his tongue before he stepped aside. Inevitably, you pecked through the space to the ample space behind him, and you couldn’t help but to love it. “Come in,” he said, “Jace and Aemond went to buy some food but you can come and wait inside.”

You blinked a few times, “Aemond?” 

“Yeah, he’s my brother, he lives here too,” he explained as you slowly stepped into the apartment and sighed. The intense smell of incense reached your nose while you looked around.

“Wait,” you turned to see him, “so there’s three guys living here?” 

“There were four of us, but our baby bro went to study abroad, and we need someone to help with the bills and all that shit…”

“Oh,” you simply said.

“Is that a problem for you?” 

He stood in front of you as you pressed your lips in a thin line. Then, you took the time to consider the options you had; live with three young guys you have never seen before, or return to your best friend’s house, who lived with her very-sexually-active boyfriend. It was one thing or the other, and the right answer was in front of you.

You shook your head, sighing as you purse your lips. “Nope,” you told him, “not a problem at all.”

“Great,” he said, “now, would you like a tour around the apartment while we wait?” 

“Sure!” You answered excitedly, a wide smile appearing in your face.

“I’m Aegon, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You replied with the same tone as before.

Aegon chuckled, “yeah, I know, you already told me. Now, come on, I’ll show you around.”

He tilted his head to sign the direction in which you had to walk. It was a small hallway that had five doors; three of them were rooms, one of them was the bathroom, and the last one was a tiny room that had the washing machine and the dryer. Once you reached the empty room, you looked around with dreamy eyes as you thought it was just perfect for you; the closet was huge, it had a lot of light for your plants and the space was more than enough for a king size bed. You started to dream awake, and, without even knowing the rest of the guys who lived there, you began to think about ways to decorate the space that could become your new room.

You looked at the door, where Aegon was standing, and you could not hide the enormous smile that appeared in your visage. He, on the other hand, remained serious, quiet, almost as if he was unsure of having you there. 

“This is amazing,” you said, “it’s so big!”

Aegon pressed his lips trying to suppress a smirk, for his dirty mind thought about the double meaning of your words.

“It is big,” he nodded. You didn’t hear the mockery in his voice.

“Are there other candidates?” You stepped a bit closer to him, “or am I the only one?”

“Uh… yesterday a guy came, but neither of us liked him.” 

“Why?”

“He was not what we were looking for,” he shrugged.

The main door was opened, and Aegon quickly turned to walk outside the room and into the hallway. Soon, two male voices were heard along with the sound of bags and keys falling onto a table. You peeked outside the room, leaning enough to see across the hall, finding two guys in the living room; one had long, soft-looking, silver hair, while the other had short and dark brown hair. You immediately recognized the brunette as Jace, the guy with whom you talked about the apartment. 

Aegon cleared his throat and soon the two pairs of eyes were looking at you. Aemond frowned, rolling his eyes with annoyance as he sighed.

“I told you not to bring them home today, Aegon,” he said sternly, “Lucerys will arrive soon and we don’t want him to see your profanity.”

It was inevitable for you not to frown, confused –and a bit offended– by his words, even though you were not entirely sure of what they truly meant. What you were certain of is that, by the look on his face, he did not want to see you there, which actually made you feel a bit bad. Aegon remained silent.

Jacaerys squinted his eyes as if he was trying to search for something in you –some clue about your identity, perhaps–, and a few seconds later his mouth was shaped in a circle as he saw who you were. His eyes widened and he pushed Aemond slightly, making a not-so-subtle gesture that you were quite able to perceive. He immediately realized what was going on and his eye looked at you with an apologetic stare.

“She’s not mine,” Aegon said, “I found her outside our door.”

“Don’t talk about her like a cat,” Jacaerys said, walking towards you. “Hi, I’m Jace, it’s good to finally meet you.”

“Same thing,” you replied politely, stepping out of the room. He stretched his arm to reach your hand and shake it.

“Come, let’s go to the living room so we can talk more comfortably.” 

You followed his steps, walking back into the living area. The smell of the recently bought Chinese food reached your nose and made your stomach growl. You tried to play it down as you sat in a comfortable chair right in front of the couch where the three men sat. Your hands were resting on your knees as you sighed, looking back and forth at his faces who were concentratedly staring at you. Jacaerys tilted his head, as if he was expecting you to say something first but you just remained silent. 

Aegon laid back, his arm hanging in the back of the couch as he clicked his tongue, seeming kind of bored, and before you could say something, Jace spoke,

“So, why are you looking for a new apartment?” He asked you, “are you new in town?”

Oh Gods, you thought. Now it was the time to tell them the humiliating story that brought you to this place, that made you look for a new home in order to move on. You opened your mouth, trying to force the words out of your mouth but they insisted on being trapped in your throat. You chuckled, a breathy laugh that showed your shame before you were able to speak.

“Weell…” you said, lengthening the syllable as you stared a t your hands, avoiding any kind of eye contact, “uhm… it’s- it’s actually a fun story,” you nodded, “I went to a trip abroad with my best friend, and when I returned… Uh… I found out that my- my boyfriend was kinda cheating on me.” 

A silence. The three guys stared at each other, and then Aegon was the first to talk.

“What do you mean with ‘kinda’?” He asked, “did he only put his tip on or-?”

“Aegon,” Aemond scolded him, “that’s not a fucking nice thing to say, the girl had just being cheated on. Have some respect.”

“She said ‘kinda’,” he shrugged, “I want to know what that means!”

“He fully cheated on me,” you explained.

Aegon nodded, “so that means he put his whole dick on-”

“Jar!” Jace shouted, “five coins, now.”

He rolled his eyes as he started to search for the golden coins in his pockets. Once he found them, he grabbed a jar in one of the small tables beside the couch. You squinted trying to read what the white tape around it said, and after a lot of effort —because the calligraphy was far from being neat— you managed to identify the words 'Douchebag Jar' written on the tape. You pressed your lips, holding back a chuckle; the jar was already half way filled.

“I’m sorry for that,” the brunette said, “and I’m sorry for what happened with your boyfriend.” 

“It’s okay.” You said softly. 

“So, are you currently working?” Aemond stepped into the conversation. 

“I am,” you said proudly, “it’s my first year as a teacher, so, yes, I am working.”

"That's good," Jacaerys smiled, genuinely, "do you have any pets?" 

“Used to have a cat,” you said, “but just like my boyfriend he found another owner and left me with nothing but memories.” 

“That’s depressing,” Aemond said. Jace gave him a bad look.

“Uh, are you guys siblings?” you asked, curiously, “it’s just that I’ve never seen people with white hair and now there’s two of you…”

"Just us," said Aemond, pointing to Aegon. "Jace is our nephew, but we accepted him because he helps us with the rent."

“I can help you with that too!” you joked, but none of them laughed. 

“Listen, we have to discuss our final decision, alright?” Jace said, “give us a couple of minutes. Guys, let’s go.”

Jacaerys excused himself, smiling as politely as he had been. You took a deep breath as they stood up and left the living room, walking towards a room at the end of the hall, which, thanks to the tour Aegon gave you around the place, you knew was the bathroom. 

Jace locked the door behind him, and immediately turned to look at his uncles, shaking his head. 

"Nope," Aemond muttered, "absolutely not."

"Why?" Jace asked, rolling his eyes, "she has a good income, in two years she will be earning more money than all of us."

"She's a girl!" Aemond said.

"So?" The brunette arched his eyebrow. 

"Aegon has the hormones of a fourteen year old," he screamed in a whisper, "if you get a girl in here, we'll have to find a bigger Douchebag Jar."

"I think Aegon is old enough to control his primal urges," Jacaerys defended him. 

"Is he, Jace? Is he?" 

"She's a good candidate," He defended you, "we might not have another candidate as good as her."

"The next candidate can be a man!" Aemond said. "Did you see the way he was staring at her? He was eating her with his eyes!" 

"He won't do anything, he'll know how to control himself," Jace told him, "he can behave."

"Why are you talking about me as if I'm not here?" Aegon interrupted the conversation, crossed arms in his chest as he leaned against the wall, "Look, I'm not going to fuck her if that's what worries you. We need the money, so…"

"So keep it in your pants," Jace finished his sentence, speaking sternly. It almost sounded like a threat. 

"I'll keep it in my pants," Aegon shrugged, "it ain't that hard."

"Promise it.”

Aegon frowned, "what?" 

"Promise that you won't try to- to…" Jacaerys struggled to say the last word without blushing. 

"Fuck her," Aemond finished. 

"What if she is the one that comes to me, huh? What then?" 

Jace scoffed, "please, Aegon, she seems like a smart girl. She won't do such a foolish thing."

Aegon looked at his nephew with a bitter stare, seeming a bit offended. However, he remained quiet, for he knew there was some truth in his mocking words. 

"Alright," he sighed, spitting in his hand and stretching his arm, "I promise I will never fuck the new girl. Let my cock fall off if it happens."

"Good," Jacaerys said, repeating the actions of the eldest and grabbing his wet hand, shaking it slowly. 

"Gross," Aemond muttered, disgusted. 

"So," Jace said, "shall we give her the news?" 

The three men stared at each other, and then, they nodded. Aegon was the first one to walk towards the door, grabbing the handle and opening it so fast that you barely had time to run away. He widened his eyes as you blushed, embarrassed for the position in which they had found you. 

You slowly took a step back, scratching the nape of your neck as you stared at your shoes, once again avoiding the stare of those three handsome guys. However, after hearing their final answer, you were trying so hard to suppress the giant smile that was threatening to appear on your face. 

"Were you… spying on us?" Jace asked. 

A sigh left your lips at the same time you dared to look up at them, all with furrowed brows; Aegon was the only one with a slight smile on his face, which gave you the confidence to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," you said, speaking quickly, "these situations make me feel so anxious, I just needed to know you didn't hate me."

“We didn’t,” Aegon replied, “congrats, you are the owner of the empty bedroom.” 

You jump out of excitement and it was impossible for you to resist the urge to hug them tight. Your arms wrapping around Aegon’s and Jace’s shoulders as Aemond just stepped back. Soft little giggles of pure and genuine happiness were heard from you, as you thanked them over and over again. 

“I can’t believe it!” you squealed, “I swear it on the Seven you won’t regret this decision!” 

Aegon’s chuckle was heard right beside your ear, as he carefully placed his hand in your waist as a habit. You stepped back, still with that sparkling smile on you. 

“I hope you’re not making a mistake,” Aemond whispered to Jace.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Jace assured him.

They were so focused on you that they were not able to see Aegon’s face, and the quite peculiar way his eyes sparkled as you started to chant about the good news you had received. He pressed his lips in a thin line, eyes fixed on you.

He was ignoring the unbeknownst feeling growing inside of him.

[mackjlee9]

songfic idea of Leon

this is a song in spanish but it basically talks about a guy who's in a relationship with somebody and his partner is putting way too much distance in between eachother so the guy wonders if his partner actually loves him.

I don't want the angsty requests to be too repetitive bc angst with leon in my head with this type of prompts always involve ada 😭 i lack creativity but i try my best.

maybe the guy who wonders if his partner loves him is the reader and the partner is leon. maybe leon has been emotionally away, reader tries to get his attention but nothing works, in missions leon won't talk, reader is absolutely breaking inside. i can't really think of a reason of why leon would act this way so i'l leave that part to you 😭 though if u need ideas too i could think of something, i'm just very dramatic and love hurt lmao. this is just a little prompt so if i think of something i'll tell you bye bye!

Aveces hasta me olvido que sé español :p

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Please, let me keep the sad ending T_T I don't like happy endings

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

(M/n) pretended like he didn't see the signals, the way too obvious signs of their love falling apart. He just didn't want to acknowledge that what he had with Leon was already gone- that it was never there, to begin with.

He can clearly remember the first time it happened, it came to him one night.

Both he and Leon had come back from a difficult mission, and without much argument, Leon had let him shower first, claiming he had to make a call. (M/n) didn't question it since they usually had to do that anyway, plus he was tired and gross so he was really needing to take that shower and head to bed as soon as he could.

Already in their room, (M/n) plopped face down on the made bed, hearing Leon's footsteps down the hall as he headed to the bathroom, "You're gonna get sick," he called out on his way past the slightly opened door, making (M/n) grunt as he got off the bed and pulled the covers back, getting in properly this time.

Even if he was dead tired, he couldn't sleep unless he knew Leon was next to him, especially after this mission they had, he just wanted to hold Leon close and never let him go, so he waited for him to come in the room.

He heard the water from the shower stop, and a few minutes later, the bathroom light was turned off, followed by quiet steps approaching the door. (M/n) fixed his spot on the bed and patiently waited for Leon to come into the room.

But nothing.

In the quiet of their house, (M/n) heard the couch creaking under Leon's weight, and the clicking sounds of his keyboard. Maybe he had some leftover work to do, maybe Hunnigan asked him to do it now instead of in the morning. He figured it wouldn't take him more than an hour, so he waited.

And waited.

And kept waiting.

And now the clock read 3am. He sighed and kicked the sheets off his legs, standing up and walking to the opened door of the room, his steps quietly hitting the floor. He opened the door and walked out, stepping into the living room.

Leon was sleeping on the couch, the warm glow of the lamp on the table next to the couch cast a glow on him, making shadows around him. (M/n) sighed and smiled, walking closer to him, he probably fell asleep while working on stuff so he didn't blame Leon for not going to bed.

Out of the corner of his eye, (M/n) noticed a blinking light coming from his side, and he realized it was Leon's laptop. The screen was dark, but it was still on. He moved it toward him slightly, touching the pad and soon the screen lit up.

Many png files were opened, shining on the screen with an almost mocking glow, he felt his chest tight when he recognized the woman in the pictures. Ada.

He took a deep breath, not wanting to assume anything yet, if Leon was cheating on him, he'll tell him, right? So maybe he was investigating her because of a mission or something, (M/n) tried to convince himself that's all it was. He closed the laptop, turned the lamp off, and took a deep breath, blinking away the tears that started gathering in his eyes because of his anxiety.

He turned around and stumbled his way back to the room, falling on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep that night.

///////

The next morning, (M/n) got up from the bed and decided to make breakfast, he kept telling himself that it was nothing and maybe Leon was gonna tell him about it, maybe he just fell asleep working on her file, so he managed to calm down just a bit.

And there he was.

"Good morning," (M/n) said while handing Leon his coffee mug when he watched him heading to the coffee maker. Leon grabbed it with a hum, and (M/n) leaned closer to kiss him, but Leon frowned and backed away.

"What are you doing?" His harsh tone of voice was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he just let out a dry chuckle, mumbling a weak 'sorry' as he walked out of the kitchen, ditching his freshly baked breakfast.

It's okay, he's just in a bad mood, nothing unusual, I'm sure... I'm sure he'll be okay by night... Right?

When nighttime arrived, (M/n) lay in bed and waited for Leon, see what he was gonna do. His mind was overworking itself with all the overthinking he had been doing in less than 24hrs, he was willing to forget this day even happened if Leon goes back to being the caring and sweet boyfriend he has been for years.

And his hope warmed his chest when he saw Leon walking into the room and silently laying in bed beside him. But something was off.

He frowned and turned on his side, the light outside coming through the window, keeping the room illuminated enough. He fixed the sheets up to his shoulder and reached his arm to wrap around Leon's waist, cuddling against his back. Or he tried to.

Leon groaned and pushed his arm away from him, muttering something about being too hot. In a 10-degree Celsius weather.

(M/n) just remained silent and slowly turned around, facing away from Leon. A few minutes went by when he heard Leon's phone vibrating on the bedside table.

"Finally," (M/n) heard him mumble, and then the mattress moved when he left the bed, making (M/n) glance behind him, lifting his upper body with his elbow.

"Where are you going?" He asked quietly when he saw him putting on his jeans, followed by his jacket.

"Out," was all he said while putting on his boots. (M/n) pushed the sheets off his body and sat on the bed.

"Let me go with you-"

"No," his words were cut off by Leon, his voice serious and dry, as if he was mad about something.

"Why not?" (M/n) stood up from the bed, about to walk closer to Leon, when he opened their bedroom door, staring at him with a frown.

"Because it's none of your business, (M/n)," he felt his heart breaking at his words, at the meaning behind him, after all the things they went through... They promised they would always be there for each other, and would never keep secrets because things like this could happen.

(M/n) had a hard time swallowing due to the knot in his throat, nodding as the tears blurred his vision, sitting back down on the bed, "Sorry, Lee, I didn't mean to upset you-"

The door slamming shut cut him off after Leon had walked out, followed by the clicking sound of his keys, and then, the front door opening and closing in less than ten seconds.

(M/n) cried that night, staying up for hours wondering. Asking himself what had he done to cause this behavior in Leon. He couldn't stop himself from questioning their love, he knew he was in love with Leon, but... Does he still- did Leon ever even love him?

//////

A few days later, (M/n) was done with Leon's behavior, he was tired of this recurring pattern, and now he was in the living room, standing in front of Leon with his arms crossed as he waited for the blond to look up at him.

When Leon looked up at him, he saw him trying to hide the exasperation on his expression, but it was obvious he couldn't, "What do you want?"

"An explanation," (M/n) held his tongue back when he heard and saw Leon's scoff.

"What do you want me to explain?" (M/n) frowned and clenched his fists, trying to hide his annoyance.

"Your behavior, what's going on with you?" Leon simply rolled his eyes and went back to typing on his laptop, checking the files scattered around on the coffee table.

"I have nothing to tell you, now leave me alone," (M/n) pressed his lips together, took a deep and took a few seconds to calm down, he tried, he really did try to fix things, but... It didn't seem like anything wanted to be fixed.

He walked around the coffee table and knelt on the ground next to Leon's legs, soon making eye contact with blue eyes that looked at him with indifference, "Lee, can we please talk about this? About us?"

Leon stayed silent, and he slowly started leaning down to (M/n)'s face, only a few inches separating them, their warm breaths mixing.

"There's no us here, if that's what you wanted to hear."

And just like that, like he hasn't just broken (M/n) heart after all these years dating, he went back to his laptop, working in complete silence, like he has been doing the past week. (M/n) nodded, having heard more than enough, he definitely got the information that mattered out of this conversation.

"Sorry I bothered you," he whispered and proceeded to stand up, turning around and wiping the few tears that managed to run down his face, "I'll leave you alone," he wouldn't have gotten a reply even if he waited so he simply walked back to their shared room and closed the door behind him.

With trembling hands and blurry sight, he calls Hunnigan, walking to the closet and taking out a few bags, hurrying to put all his clothes and things inside them, hearing Hunnigan picking up.

"Hey, Ingrid I uh- sorry I called you so late but I-" he spoke frantically, not leaving the woman chance to mutter a small greeting, she heard (M/n)'s sobs and sniffing but she didn't comment on it, even if she was wondering what might've happened to him, "I need you to find me a new place to stay."

And that answered the most important question in her mind, she hummed slightly, "On it," she grabbed her laptop, clicked a few times, and sent him a few locations nearby and a few others almost outside the city. She didn't know what he needed right now, but she tried her best, "I'm not gonna intrude but... I'm here for anything you need, (M/n)."

He smiled a bit and took in a shaky breath, swallowing past the knot in his throat, "Thank you, Ingrid, you're truly the best."

As they hung up, (M/n) finished packing the few things he had left, he only had to empty his bedside drawer. He sighed and dried his face before sitting on the bed and sliding the drawer open. He took out anything he needed and left all the things that were useless to him now, like little notes he had written through the years...

His movements halted when he saw it. That box he was so nervous and giddy about, thinking about what was inside it always made him worried yet happy, because back then, last month, he was sure of Leon's love. But now... It was such a bitter memory.

(M/n) grabbed it and opened it, the ring shining under the light of the room, reflecting it and hitting the walls. New hot tears start dripping down his face and he released a choked sob, standing up and closing the box, throwing it on the bed.

He couldn't help it, it was too painful. His cries and sobs echoed in the room, seeping through the thin walls, reaching Leon's ears.

For a moment, he thought about checking up on him, but with gritted teeth, he focuses back on his laptop screen.

The notification sound of his phone catches his attention, and the thought of hitting something crossed his mind, but that wasn't gonna fix anything now. Nothing could.

He stood up and glared at the box, as if it had physically hurt him, and saw the post-it notes on Leon's side. He took a deep breath, and wrote down on the paper, taking it and folding the sticky part on itself, placing the note on the bed and the box on top of it. He grabbed his bags and looked at the room for the last time, nothing much changed without his stuff around. Leon wouldn't care, so why should he?

He walked out of the room and to the front door, he never spared a glance at Leon, not even once, he didn't want to see the man he loves, that same man that broke his heart without a second thought.

Extended ending.

"Please, don't think our love was a coincidence, something senseless. A love that goes into oblivion, something that doesn't matter. I truly love you, Leon, but maybe I was an idiot."

Leon crumbled the paper in his hand, throwing it back on the bed, his fingers wrapped tightly against the velvet box, observing the ring kept inside it. He clenched his jaw, and closed it again, placing it on his desk.

All night long, he couldn't stop looking at that little box. Wondering how something so small could mean the world to some people?

(M/n) was one of those people. He saw a happy future with him... But he could never give him what he wanted- what he needed. Unconditional love.

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[🐯] drop dead silence

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,370 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’, yeonjun ‘jun’ / a sprinkle of curse words here and there, sexual implications at the end but nothing explicit! ✿ in which the boys are the ones on your side after beomgyu promises not to scream into the night because you needed to get things done (and yes, he persuaded you to be at the dorm so you can kind of see where this all started...) ✿ lmao idk what this is but it just popped into my mind and i can’t get it out until i write it so here it is (?) [masterlist 🌸] 

the night at the boys’ dorm was usually peaceful... for the most part. sometimes (oftentimes–too many damned times, yeonjun sighs) it gets a little wild when beomgyu decides to play his computer games and nearly wake up the whole damned neighbourhood. heck, might as well throw in the whole country for good measure.

tonight, however, he said he’ll be good. he’ll do his best not to make it too noisy because, well, that’s what came with the terms and conditions when he asked you to stay over for the night.

i... i really need to get this done, beomie. i wouldn’t want you to stop playing your games so–

i’ll be quiet! swear! on my life!

choi beomgyu should be dead then.

you were being tolerant, you really, really were... but nothing was making sense in your mind when you tried to focus. it’s just paperwork but god, it’s the fact that it was paperwork that made you need the peace and quiet so you can get it all done in one go. it would’ve made more sense for you to just stay home but with the way he added a laundry list of reasons why you should stay the night made it all the more reasonable to come over and spend the night.

the plan after you were done with what you had to do was to spend time with him, maybe watch a movie in his room, put it on the computer screen and laze on the bed. but as of now... you were far from being done because you can’t focus with the screaming and yells that soon transpire that beomgyu seems to have forgotten about it.

that gets you to pack up your things and in the midst of him getting into the next round, you manage to slip out of his room without a trace. all you have was the files and a couple of stationeries you could muster up together. peeking to the living room, you notice that taehyun’s playing games with kai, much more civil than the mess of an alarm going off in beomgyu’s room.

at the slight sound of the door, taehyun glances over his shoulder and already sighs, shaking his head. “already?”

kai tears his gaze from the screen in front of him, turning to the side to–”ah, that stupid butthead.”

“d’you wanna do your work out here?” taehyun offers, tapping on the coffee table. the only reason why he doesn’t offer his room with kai is because let’s just say, they recently tried to do some spring cleaning, only to leave everything everywhere. kai tries to lower down the sounds from the game so you two could converse properly, only to slip and–”yah! turn it down!” taehyun smacks kai’s shoulder, to which the latter winces and–”i’m trying!”

“i’ll go to soobin or jun’s room!” you manage to speak over the noise, and while kai’s still trying his best to lower down the noise, taehyun lifts up an ‘o.k.’ sign, “okay!”

as you pad down the hall, you notice that it’s quiet in both yeonjun and soobin’s room. standing between both of their doors, you decide to lift a hand to yeonjun’s room, well-aware that he would be listening to music most of the time, so it would be like you’re not even there. soobin’s mentioned he practices his lines or his singing at times, so you wouldn’t want to get in the way of that. 

two knocks, but it goes unheard. you decide to twist the door open and poke your head through, trying your best to capture his attention as he lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

he notices you and sits up, pushing his headphones off, eyes widening a little, “sorry. yes?”

“could i do my work here? beomie’s a little...” you do a sign next to your head, a gesture, and yeonjun offers you empathy at the sight of the files in your hands. he nods and motions you to–”of course. come in.”

with a grateful sigh, you step in and close the door but as the door clicks shut, you look to yeonjun who’s raising a brow at you, but he’s comfortable to have your company.

“can i lock the door?” you ask, and he shrugs, “whatever.” then he’s curious, “why though?”

“so that piece of shit can’t just come in whenever he wants... maybe get him to tone it down a little so he remembers next time...”

yeonjun knews–freaking knew–he vibes with you all along. not only did he ever think this day would come, but if you–oh goodness you–could be one of his weapons to get some peace and quiet in this damned house and yes, a thousand times yes. he’s seen the way beomgyu would immediately cave at your fingertips, all because he’s well-aware of how much beomgyu truly loves you. it’s a cruel world, baby, and you’ve gotta learn how to live in it. his face morphs into one that painstakingly went through countless of nights of blasting music so he can sleep to drown out the sound of beomgyu’s voice and he immediately agrees. “lock the shit out of that door.”

as you turn the lock on the door, you then make your way to his desk originally, but then he pats the end of his bed and tosses a pillow for you to sit on the floor with. you scoff and put the files on the end of his bed, “thanks.”

he shakes his head, “don’t mention it.”

his gesture is kind, thoughtful, to say the least. you’ve mentioned a couple of times that you enjoy sitting on the floor compared to by a desk sometimes and it seems like he remembers. plus, he can’t be bothered to clear up his desk, so it’s a win-win solution.

it’s peace and quiet as yeonjun puts in one side of his earphones and the other left vacant for small talk here and there. nothing substantial, just the usual practice going okay? yeah, not too bad. beomgyu being a menace? if he wasn’t, something would definitely be wrong. then it trails to the deeper side of  the conversation where it consists of ever thought what it would be if you weren’t an idol? dunno, maybe a model? could i even pass as a model? have you looked at yourself, jun? a freaking greek god, if you asked me. ah, this is why you’re my fave.

you’ve managed to scrape by and finish whatever you needed, closing the last file and flopping onto the floor after that. yeonjun chuckles, taking his earphone off entirely and putting it by his side, folding his arms as he sees a part of your head from where he was and where you were.

“gonna go back to his room now?”

“dunno, maybe only when he notices–”you’re interrupted when you hear a door opening and then beomgyu’s voice bellows–”y/n!!!”

with a deep sigh, you put one foot up on yeonjun’s bed, “can i ever, ever catch a break?”

yeonjun laughs, “you’re the one who decided to get together with him. it was your choice.”

“yeah, if only he’d shut up once in a while...”

“you don’t mean that.”

“yeah, i don’t. but i do when i had a stack of paperwork to finish and he’d promise he’d be quiet.” you move your foot from his bed to sit up, now hair disheveled, but you don’t care, “hell, he’s the one who asked me to come over! swore it on his life he’d be quiet. well, guess he can drop dead now, no?”

yeonjun chuckles out of pity, because he knows the feeling all too well. so all he can do do is let out a deep breath and extend his arm out to you for a high five, “i’m so sorry, poor soldier.”

you return his high five with the same time of voice, “you too, comrade.”

it’s a couple of seconds after the little facade that you two break out into a laugh. it’s... nice, being able to relate with someone who knows what beomgyu’s love language tends to be. sure, he can be loud and outright annoying at times, but it just shows he cares. lights up the world the same way he wants people to enjoy life; not take it too seriously, but there’s a time and place for everything and he knows it.

as you two sink in the silence momentarily, it’s short-lived when there’s banging on yeonjun’s door. you two give each other look as if you two share the same sentiment: we knew this was gonna happen sooner or later.

“hyung!!!” three bangs to the door. 

“yeonjun-hyung!!!” beomgyu yells, still tapping on the door, frantic, smaller movements.

“what, you brat?!” yeonjun screams back from the bed, unmoving.

“i know y/n’s in there! let me in!” there’s a couple more bangs, then the door handle jiggles because he’s trying to get in but to no avail.

all yeonjun does is look to you because this is your battle than it is his. sighing, you crawl towards the door and tap on the lower half, because that’s where you were. at the sound of a tap, it gets beomgyu to quiet down.

it’s quiet, so quiet that–

“yah, choi beomgyu!” you raise your voice, and it falls dead silent on the other end. not even the sounds of taehyun and kai’s game could mask the quietness that soon falls–because it’s turned off. it’s the first time you’re yelling and honestly, none of them had expected this to happen–but they did at the same time given beomgyu’s frequency of... volume.

“you said you’d keep quiet when i come over to do my work, and you’re doing nothing but yelling like a banshee!” you hit the door, “it’s midnight. midnight, you monster!”

you hear his whines next to the door, then a couple of thumps as he’s knocking his head on it, “i’m sorry... please come out? come out so i can make it up to you...”

you fold your arms in front of your chest as you sit cross-legged in front of the door. you look over to your shoulder to see yeonjun gagging at beomgyu’s way of softening up to you, but then reality sinks in his bones and he mouths wait, just wait and see what he says next. don’t give in yet!

so you keep silent and there’s a couple more whines, mixed with groans of being upset and then he chooses to speak again.

“i’m sorry... i’ll... i’ll do better. please? please come out, i miss you...”

you’re about to open the door, hand to the handle but yeonjun–”don’t! c’mon, make him work for it.” yeonjun half-whispers, half-yells, only audible for you to make up the words but beomgyu could hear yeonjun’s voice.

“yah! hyung! stay out of it!” beomgyu nudges against the door and it makes you scoff a laugh. you look at yeonjun and he nods, as if he’s giving you the green light to go on, just say what you want. you deserve to voice out what you want just as much as beomgyu screams it at the top of his lungs.

with a deep breath, you shakily exhale and turn to face the door.

“choi beomgyu,” you knock on the door to get his attention, but he hates how you’re not calling him what you usually do.

“hey...” he whines, tapping the door lightly, “don’t call me that...”

“choi beomgyu!” you don’t know where the surge of energy comes from, but you’re yelling his full name, the pitch of your voice higher and louder than usual that soobin (because beomgyu barged into soobin’s room thinking you’d be in there so in the end he comes out of his room and hurdles in the living room with the two youngest), taehyun and kai peeking from the living room is lowkey afraid, but also impress that oh my god, the day has come. someone can actually tame choi beomgyu, the self-proclaimed tiger himself.

“...yes?” he answers meekly, cheek pressed to the door.

“promise me that if i ask you to be quiet, you’ll be quiet.” with a bated breath, you continue, “and if you don’t, i’m not going to one of the guys room next time, i’m going home.”

you hear him gasping, then he tries to muster a response, “b-but, what if, i mean...”

unmoving, you keep your arms crossed in front of your chest, almost puffing it out as you stood your ground (or sat). you hear yeonjun clapping softly, his whisper that follows, good. good good good. great job, y/n! you reach out to give him a fist bump that he returns enthusiastically.

even though it’s only been a minute or so, it feels like forever given the high tension. it soon calms when beomgyu taps on the door with his finger, “i promise. pinky promise. come out now, please?”

“pinky promise, first.” you say, rising from where you are and making moves to unlock the door. beomgyu quickly rises to his feet, expectant to lock pinkies with the first hand he sees that pops through the gap. when he gives it a tug, he huffs when–”yah! yeonjun-hyung!!!”

“go, go, go!” yeonjun eggs you on to slip past the two of them, files and stationeries forgotten to be damned as you effortlessly get past. yeonjun has beomgyu in a chokehold as he scrambles to get free, wiggling his arms at the direction you left.

“here, here!” kai motions for you to soobin’s room, and all three of them (the spectators watching out in the living room earlier) rush to follow suit to slam the door and lock it. it’s all fun and games, hushed giggles and cheeky remarks being made until beomgyu threatens and most certainly will scream at the top of his lungs that someone kidnapped his partner and he’s about to cause a scene to the point neighbours would report to the police.

horror fills everyone’s system at the thought and even yeonjun’s a little wary with: “g-guys... guys!”

the door to soobin’s room clicks and it creaks open. yeonjun still struggles to hold beomgyu in place, resorting to sit on top of him in front of soobin’s door. the two of them look up to you stepping through, soobin, kai and taehyun lingering behind you as you decide okay, fine, enough of torturing for one night.

at the sight of you, the boys watch as beomgyu’s demeanour changes when you crouch in front of him and put your pinky out. despite the fact that yeonjun is still sitting on him, he giddily reaches out to lock pinkies with you and then he starts to whine, “come back to my room, please?”

“fine, you big baby. but i meant what i said, and there are four witnesses here that saw you making that promise.”

he nods frantically, still hooking his pinky onto yours, “promise! promise, promise, promise.”

“get–get off me, hyung!” beomgyu grunts, still unable to get up. yeonjun looks to you with a small pout, and you chuckle, patting his shoulder as a sign to yeah, let him go.

“unbelievable,” yeonjun mutters under his breath, getting off beomgyu so you can pull him up. on his feet, beomgyu scrambles to retrieve your things from yeonjun’s room as you slowly walk towards beomgyu’s room. you wave the boys goodnight and beomgyu pokes his tongue at yeonjun (and tosses a smug grin at the rest of them) before he disappears back to his room with you.

the door then clicks to a lock, and the boys want no part of it.

“y’all have your headphones, right?” yeonjun asks, standing by the frame of his door, “yep.” the rest of them answer, returning back to their rooms and refusing to chance on whether they might accidentally hear shouts or screams that are not in the usual realm of beomgyu’s voice range.

...

despite their corrupted thoughts (which might’ve been correct on other days but today... well maybe not yet), the silence could truly not get any quieter than this. when beomgyu’s putting your things onto his table along with your stationeries, you’ve crawled onto the bed. just as he turns around and catches you, he has a frown on his face, a soft sound of disapproval coming out of his lips as he quickly crawls after you before you can hide yourself under the blanket.

he’s managed to pull you out and he makes you situate between his legs; lights switched off, in the dark, apart from the moonlight casting from the window and the dim glow of his computer screen. he has his back leaning on the headrest and you against his chest, arms circling around you as he buries his face in your neck, squeezing you.

“i’m sorry... the game got the best of me and i... i just forgot.” he murmurs to your skin, but he’s certain you can hear every word. he presses a kiss to your neck, then one by the side of your ear, “i’m sorry.”

“i won’t play games when you need me to be quiet,” he says, like a promise (because it was), but there’s this tone of sincerity and honesty that makes you smile a little even though he can’t see it.

“i’m sorry, please forgive me?” he kisses the side of your head, “please?” he kisses the same spot again, finding ways to warm up to you and it’s working. you start to giggle and he finds this as a clear way in. he grins and starts to pepper your face with kisses, making you squeal as you fall to the bed and he rolls you over until you’re under him, legs tangled, breaths heavily heaving together he gazes down on you.

your hands trail up to his shoulders, one remaining there as the other threads through his hair. as you play with the strands of his hair, he keeps one arm around you as the other holds himself up on his elbow with his hand within reach to cup your cheek.

“still not gonna answer me, pretty thing?” he pouts a little, causing you to chuckle as your hand now moves to pillow against his cheek, that he very much willingly nuzzles into.

“yeah, yeah. you’re forgiven. as long as you keep to your promise.”

he nods into your touch, “mhm, yes. i will.”

“good,”

“good.”

beomgyu then turns his head, as if he’s surveying the condition outside of his room and notices how... oddly quiet it is. a smile finds its way to his lips and then his eyes crinkle at how much he’s smiling at you. you’re not fazed by it, and instead coax him to reveal to you what’s going on in that mind of his (because truly, no one can understand what’s going on, not even himself).

“what is it, handsome?”

“wanna make it up to you,” he says, leaning in and lightly brushing his nose over yours, lips merely an inch apart, “wanna make you feel good.”

“now?” your head tilts a little, eyes widening, but you’re not totally opposed by it. “with all the boys home?”

“that’s never stopped us before,” he grins, “besides, i did mean it when i say i miss you...”

“did you mean it when you said you were sorry?”

“of course,” he sounds offended, but you’re quick to shut up when he starts to shift down on your body, “which is why i’m gonna show you how sorry i am.”

you feel yourself clenching at the thought and your hands situate beside your body, elbows pushing yourself up to see how beomgyu continues to find his way between your legs. when he looks up and sees you’re staring, he smirks, “maybe now it’s your turn to scream, baby.”

...

((spoiler: you didn’t, but beomgyu most certainly kept trying. didn’t know which was hotter, the fact that you were trying hard not to make any sounds by thrashing about, burying your face in the mattress, or that you would resort to kissing him to moan against his lips. regardless, he’ll gladly take either one as long as he has you close to him.))

[shepherds-of-haven]

If there was a popularity contest for the ROs, who would win? I think the obvious answer is Blade, with Chase as a runner up, but I think 3rd place is a bit of a toss up. My moneys on Lavinet… for completely unbiased reasons

Do you mean a popularity contest among us, the readers and fans, or a popularity contest among the Shepherds themselves? 😂 If you meant the first part, we did hold a popularity bracket a few months ago (results are here: Blade took first, with Trouble second) and a poll about romance options here, though a bracket is probably not the best kind of way to determine second and third places, etc., due to the nature of the random pairups (like Lavinet might have made it farther if she hadn't been paired with Trouble right off the bat, etc.). So in the future we probably will hold an actual "who's your favorite" poll, just to see!

If you're talking about a popularity contest within the Order itself, I think the results might surprise you! Who's considered most "popular" among the recruits tends to be a combination of who actively socializes with and spends time with them the most (i.e. who's friendly towards the most rank and file), which definitively isn't Blade (I actually talk about their various fanclubs and popularity among their admirers here, and discuss why Blade and the others lost some here).

If the Shepherds were to hold a popularity contest right now (Chapter 9 or thereabouts) with people voting for their favorite Shepherd, it would probably shake out to:

Trouble (universally popular and well-liked among the recruits because he casually hangs out as one of them quite often)

Briony (friendly and cheerful, makes a real effort to connect with people, learn their names and details about their lives (she has amnesia so she doesn't have any preexisting relationships, she's trying to fill up her life with new friendships fast), plus she can show you how to choke someone out with your thighs and that's awesome)

Chase (the vast majority of the people voting for him are fans/admirers who are feral about him, even though he doesn't mingle all that much with the rank and file, though he tosses them a wink or makes playful conversation with them just enough to fuel their ardor)

Ayla (goes drinking with the recruits and socializes with them regularly, arm-wrestling with them and mingling with them easily, etc. Sometimes she randomly pulls away or gets snippy if you rub her the wrong way, though, which is why she lost some points)

Red (he would likely be much higher if he wasn't rushing around with his nose in a book muttering to himself all the time--he's much more popular with the Circle Mages than he is with recruits who have joined up recently, simply because he doesn't really take the time anymore to meet new people or make friends, he has enough of those and now he just wants to be left alone to work on his own projects 😂)

Tallys (her beauty and mystique make her very alluring, so she has a strong backing of admirers and fans, but not super close friends outside of the inner circle; many find her a bit intimidating or hard to approach, so they admire her from afar)

Halek (similarly to Tallys, his hotness and laidback demeanor (plus his quiet celebrity status as sol) earn him a lot of admirers and fans, even if he doesn't really interact directly with them. People are really into guys who don't bother them and just do their own thing... they read his lackadaisical attitude about his position in life as humility and it feels like a gift and a blessing when the Halek Prince drifts by and idly asks to bum a smoke off of you lmao)

Shery (she has an incredibly strong backing of quiet fans and admirers, though nowhere near as much as the people who love Trouble--a magically-augmented sniper who has a penchant for boxing shirtless in the courtyard and remaining totally oblivious to people who are sneaking a peek from a window--or Briony, who can punch through walls. Fans of Shery are like... the hipsters of the Order lol they pride themselves on recognizing her awesomeness when it'd be easy to be distracted by the flash and drama of the others!)

Blade (he is pretty much universally feared, respected, and admired by the people in the Order, almost to the level of awe and reverent hero-worship... but because he never directly interacts with like 95% of them and treats them as subordinates, I can't see that they would all vote for him as their "favorite" Shepherd in a contest like this, not when they interact with many of the others on a daily basis and are actual friends with some of them! He may have the biggest share of non-romantic fans and admirers just on a general level, but the ratio of the ones who would actually vote for him are quite low because he's so aloof that they sometimes wonder if he's even human lol. Also, sometimes he terrifies them, like how he chewed out the guards for slacking off on his second interlude. It'd be like asking you to vote in a popularity contest between your close personal friend, a bunch of coworkers, and then your boss lol)

Lavinet (as of Chapter 8ish, her popularity among the Shepherds is still quite low. She is the latest major companion to join the inner circle, and on top of that, many recruits dislike or distrust her due to her status as a noble, assuming that this is a kind of PR stunt and she's going to quit as soon as the work gets too hard for her pampered self, or they outright resent her because they don't like the nobility in general (hard to blame them). However, give her some time, because after she starts really proving herself to the ranks by diligently and uncomplainingly doing her work and pulling off some impressive missions, and with a healthy dose of her patented, effortless charm and social grace, and feelings towards her are going to shift to become more positive... Given enough time, I believe her popularity and admirers would eventually rival that of Chase, Briony, and Trouble's, easily putting her in the top 3!)

Riel (he makes absolutely no effort to interact with any recruit in a way that would make him popular, lol. The majority of them know him as "avoid him at all costs because he'll rope you into doing manual labor for him" or "by God, do not drop any crates near his office because you'll be able to see his scathing, baleful look of reproach through the walls" so yeah, it's hard to see many people voting for him except for the quiet handful who are crushing on him hard)

Mimir (most recruits: who? because she lives outside in her tent, the majority of people don't even realize that she's joined the Order--I don't think she's even like an official officer, I think she just lives there now and gets fed lmao)

However, also keep in mind that these results are for a "who would people cast a single vote for if forced to choose their favorite Shepherd" contest. It's not exactly the same as, say, "who has the most admirers, period" or "who receives the most anonymous love letters"? Those numbers shake out to be more even... One might even argue that remaining aloof from the rank and file would have an inverse effect, in that it's easier to secretly admire someone from afar in a way that develops into sappy love-letter-type feelings, because you can project a kind of fantasy onto them, rather than having to outright vote for them as your "favorite" (while admitting you have almost no direct interaction with them). So if the question is, "who receives the most love letters?" I would say it's:

Blade - Trouble - Tallys - Chase - Red - Briony - Lavinet

Shery - Ayla - Halek

Riel (and only because people who truly admire him and have any inkling of his personality are terrified that he'd be able to figure out who sent him a love letter based on, like, the quality of their ink or something like that)

Woof, sorry for the long, rambling, overdetailed explanation, lmao... Hopefully that all makes sense!

[hsvh-hp]

You know I agree with you that fanon paints Lucius as a much worse father than he was and I don't like that either, but do you not think indoctrinating your child into a genocidal cult + coldly demanding that he be the best in class and publicly humiliating him about that ("if [my son's] grades don't pick up, a thief or a plunderer] may indeed be all he is fit for") is bad parenting?

Like I'm not saying "he is a bad parent" or "he is a good parent", I'm very hesitant to label parents (real or fictional) in such a one-dimensional way because parent-child relationships are so incredibly complicated. But at the same time it is very important to me to acknowledge even little things parents can do that can really have a negative impact on children. And indeed in Draco's case they do, leading him to want to be a Death Eater, to seek validation from Voldemort (when he disarms Dumbledore he talks about wanting to be the Dark Lord's favourite, he doesn't want help from Snape because he has a need to prove himself etc) and contributing to his general insecurity and need to be better than everyone & getting upset when he's not, because if he's not the best all the time then he feels really bad.

One big reason I dislike the fanon tendency to make every morally questionable parent an extremely physically abusive monster is precisely because that erases the representation of how the smaller, psychologically/emotionally damaging things they do can still be traumatising.

It goes without saying that there’s nuance. I would never say nor claim that Lucius did nothing wrong or didn’t make mistakes. By mere virtue of holding bigoted beliefs, he signaled to Draco that there were things he could do or be that might undermine his father’s love. To me, it doesn’t even matter if Lucius is otherwise perfect as a father. That small thing, in a kid as needy for love and validation as Draco is, would be enough to have him always on edge and anxiously performing his role as the perfect son to the best of his ability.

My earlier frustration was a pushback against the need to inflate Lucius’ less-great moments into overtly obvious abuse (we are very much in agreement there), as fanon seems to love to do without a hint of introspection or greater analysis. I’m so bored of complicated behaviour being filed away into a thought-terminating box called ‘abuse’, where a sole instance of someone being a grumpy, imperfect dad (the Borgin & Burke’s scene) is all that’s required to put a character on the same level as men who actually do beat their sons. It’s not given a greater thought.

For instance, you bring up Draco’s indoctrination into the Death Eaters, and his eagerness to join. This is a very interesting conundrum for Lucius to me because Voldemort is back for an entire year before Draco signs up. Lucius is in Azkaban at the time, unable to exert any influence over Draco’s decision, and Voldemort explicitly brings Draco into the fold as a form of punishment for Lucius. We have no access to Lucius’ head as readers, but he had an entire year afterward to sit and think about how he failed Draco. He’s a smart guy. I’m sure he could put it together that his bigotry came very close to costing his son his life. Considering the Malfoys sit alongside the winners of the war in the Great Hall, it speaks to me of some greater narrative reflection on Lucius’ part to have earned himself a place there.

The point is, I’ve never seen that Lucius in fic before. I crave that Lucius, who can realize his mistakes and grow or change as a result (and is brave enough not to let the lateness of its arrival dictate the terms). It’s very important to me that growth not be something exclusive to a certain age (16 and under? 18? I’ve seen people argue that Draco was no longer redeemable at 12 LMAO). So yeah, feeling alone in this sentiment occasionally bubbles up and I forget to articulate all the nuance of the subject when engaging with it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[genericpuff]

Let me preface this: I'm an architecture major

I used to be a big LO fan but obviously fell out of love of it like a lot of us did, and I know LO uses SketchUp for backgrounds. That is not an issue I have with the comic or any comic, I want artists to have an easier time in any way they can. I was always under the impression Rachel imported the models into Photoshop and drew over them like you can see in the early episodes with the sketchy lines. Well, school just started recently for me and I now have access to SketchUp for my coursework, and I made a few discoveries: 1. Photoshop cannot read SketchUp files, and while you can import them into Clip Studio through some configuring, they can be finicky and will lose parts in the importing process, so they are best used into the original SketchUp program to export as PNGs. 2. Many of the models Rachel uses are incredibly easy to find, especially if you put "modern", "luxury", or "classy" before the main part of the search. Many of the houses and rooms for example are first page results. 3. The biggest discovery: You know how we all assumed Rachel was hand-drawing all the lines over the SketchUp models and how she gave up the longer LO went on? Well, it's actually worse. It turns out SketchUp has a thing called "Styles" in it, which means you can mess with the lines and look of the model, such as making it look more like a blueprint or playing with the colors. Well, they have a lot of styles on SketchUp known as "sketchy lines", which are the exact ones Rachel used early in the comic to fit with her style, and it takes a literal click of a button to do. All she would do is pose the model, click the sketchy line style, and export the PNG. That's it. So, yeah, Rachel is so checked out of the comic that she can't even bother to click a single button to make the models fit into the comic's style anymore. Use that information however you like.

Ouhhh sorry OP, I'm about to like, undo all the work you just put into that ask. We've already known about the 3D background problem for a long while now.

First off, it's more likely LO doesn't use SketchUp but actually Acon3D, which is a website that offers 3D models both for free and at cost, which are actually compatible with software like Clip Studio. As soon as you open it up you'll likely see a lot of very familiar backgrounds that are often used in romances, isekais, and period pieces. It's literally the go-to spot for Webtoon Originals creators. Like, to the point that I wouldn't be surprised if Naver was partnered with them because of how many of their creators use it.

Second, there's plenty of up-to-date evidence to support the fact that Rachel doesn't exclusively stick to one software, sometimes she's drawing in Photoshop, sometimes she's drawing in Clip Studio Paint, sometimes she's drawing in Procreate. She's undoubtedly using Clip Studio for her paneling, speech bubbles, and backgrounds, as there are built in tools to utilize and convert 3D materials into lineart, among other features that are recognizable as coming from CSP because they're not available in PS or Procreate.

Third, yes, she just uses filters to turn her backgrounds into lineart, this has been apparent since S1. The only backgrounds she's ever 'hand drawn' were the ones involving lots of nature and even those are mostly just Photoshop brushes stamped on.

Like I realize I'm probably bursting your bubble here and I apologize for that lmao but these buildings were never hand-drawn, this is not new information (￣﹏￣；) I appreciate you mentioning your own experiences with it as you're learning it though, I find once you start to learn the process yourself you really start to notice what others are doing. Even I've gone through that over the past couple years as I started to use 3D models and more advanced tools specifically for drawing webtoons.

I will mention btw, there's nothing wrong with using 3D models for your character drawing and backgrounds. The only time it tends to get frustrating is when you're reading a comic that isn't making any attempts to blend the background in with the art style.

Like, The Kiss Bet probably uses 3D models to help with perspective and laying out scenes quickly without second-guessing, but you can tell they still hand-draw over the models because they look natural and like they belong to the comic's stylization. The characters don't look out of place sitting in a living room and the living room doesn't look distracting.

But then you get stuff like Lore Olympus, Let's Play, and Midnight Poppy Land, and it becomes a bit more obvious they're not giving a shit about backgrounds lmao

I get it, WT's deadlines are cutthroat as fuck, but if it's getting to the point that you have an entire team behind you and you're literally just copy pasting video game models from Phantom Hourglass, then it's probably time to re-focus your priorities a bit. There are comics with as few as 1-2 assistants (and even in some cases no assistants at all!!) pulling off backgrounds better than this, even when they're taking shortcuts.

(Nevermore and City of Blank)

But a lot of that does come down to how WT manages its expectations as well as support for their creators. The deadlines and requirements WT puts their creators under are insane and awful in the long-term, and they're not acting with the amount of professionalism they ought to be for a platform that's trying to breakout as a major publisher here in the West. I feel like it comes down to WT loosening the choke chain around their creators, but also creating a standardized level of quality to ensure it's not suffering for the sake of quantity. The traditional literature industry has real editors and stages of quality control for a reason, whereas WT is more interested in just throwing as many series at the wall and dumping all their stock into the ones that stick.

[holewithinahole]

The Spirit’s in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [3/3]

Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Warnings: angst, non-native writer, non-beta’d

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

And here’s the end. I apologise in advance. It's funny despite how aromantic I am how I'm the best at romanticising relationships lmao. I wanted to explore how romantic relationsips are inherently different for neurodivergent people, especially ppl on the autism spectrum. Yeah...

The end is pretty cliché and I kinda hate it but hey, I live for the tropes. I'm gone, bye! Thank for reading this to its end!

At first, you haven’t been able to swing by the Ghostbusters headquarters as much as you would’ve liked, too busy assisting students for future exams. As Egon predicted, psychokinetic energy has kept rising in New York, meaning the three of them were called all the time to assist here and there. Their secretary – Janine Melnitz you learned when Egon introduced you, has been looking more and more like a ghost herself, and you were sincerely impressed by how much energy she still managed to conjure to send people away. All of that resulted in the hiring of a new member of the team, Winston Zeddmore, a gentle soul of a man who took the place of Egon on the field. It’s often easy to read: ‘I didn’t sign up for this bullshit’ on his face, but he’s resilient and hardworking which is everything the Ghostbusters could have needed and more.

A week after your fresh new meeting, you ended up telling Egon and Dr. Stantz about their research papers stored at your place. The latter had been delighted and thanked you profusely. The retrieval had gone without any incident, although you did notice the baffled look that passed between the two of them when they saw the several towers of boxes. (There had been a discreet comment from Egon questioning humans’ propensity to stack things.)  

Why you ended up at Egon’s place you have no idea. Well, you do know how – most of the files were his after all and you couldn’t let Dr. Stantz handle the walking up five flights of stairs on his own. Plus, Egon wanted to look back at some old papers of his; something about a new plan of approach concerning the storage facility issue. So, there you stood, looking around awkwardly as Dr. Stantz retrieved the last box downstairs. It was a simple apartment, messy and not intended to be anything more than an occasional place to sleep – or, surprisingly, a fungus breeding farm.

Your questioning gaze certainly didn’t go unnoticed. “I collect spores and fungi,” he explained.

“Neat.” You didn’t really think before you carried on, “Is that why you studied microbiology?”

“…amongst other things,” Egon said, looking slightly surprised. “I didn’t realize you knew.”

“Uh,” you trailed off. “I’ve read your papers.”

“All of them?”

Can it get any more embarrassing than that? “…might have.”

He didn’t answer and you thanked him internally for it. The visit was short and to the point, Egon clearly looking uncomfortable having other people trespass into his space. That’s what you kept telling yourself anyway, not especially fond of diving back into the whole ‘I’m an embarrassment to myself, him, and society’ spiral.

In itself, routine didn’t change much. You kept doing most of your research at the university, exchanging with the different professors of the lab, giving your opinions on the students’ ongoing thesis and avoiding Dean Yaeger. Then, you’d meet with the doctors after work to discuss the improvements of the containment facility. But the more the days went by, the more Egon’s temper seemed to flare. Not in the usual, explosive or passive-aggressive nature but in the dwindling of words, and the psychosomatic tremor of his eyelid. You hadn’t been truly able to understand why, when, or how.

Which led you to your actual predicament.

“I don’t think it’ll work, Egon.”

Sitting at a desk, you scratch an equation, staring dejectedly at the example of ‘ionization radiation decay meter’ Egon sketched. The man himself has taken his glasses off and pressed his eyes to alleviate his migraine. “We’ll have to include the system later,” he concedes, looking crossed. “I have to analyze today’s samples.”

After downing the cup of cold coffee you forgot on the desk with a disgusted grimace, you slouch on your chair. You watch Egon from the corner of your eye, busy staring and typing on his computer. He lets out an uncharacteristic annoyed noise.

“Not good?” you ask.

“Like I thought, it’s exponential.” He sighs. “Two days ago, PKE was three times less important than today.”

“Something big on the horizon.”

“Yes,” he says.

This tense atmosphere has you overly cautious as if one wrong word could make this artificial veil of normalcy shatter. It makes your skin crawl, inadequately feeling like your mere presence is making things worse. Leaving his computer behind to sit on the couch, he browses through the results he printed. His tiredness is noticeable even from where you are. You’re about to say something when Venkman comes waltzing in, his energy clashing with the general atmosphere of the room, which he notices immediately.

“Well, well,” he says in a singsong tone. “Who are we burying today?”

Egon doesn’t grace him with an answer, only with a glare before looking back at his results.

“It’s been a long day, I guess,” you answer truthfully to loosen the tension.

Venkman, always in theatrics, opens his arms wide. “Look who we’ve got here! Hello there.” He has his usual smirk on. “You’ve been hanging ‘round here more often.”

“Hello, Dr. Venkman.” You smile. “Just trying to help Egon.”

“And why aren’t we on a first-name basis?”

You certainly don’t voice aloud that you don’t want to give him any ideas, which he gets well enough on his own. Egon, for its part, is frowning so hard his eyebrows have merged with the frame of his glasses. You can almost imagine a big molten hole where his eyes are boring through the paper.

“Egon kindly proposed,” you explain.

“Wow, you guys,” Venkman exclaims. You frown at him, confused. “Congrats, Spengie! Don’t forget the invitation.”

This snaps Egon out of his sulking trance, face hardening at Venkman’s inappropriate comment.

“He kindly offered,” you interject, trying your best to look unfazed at the innuendo and to avoid an act of crime against humanity. “You, however, take everything for granted.”

Venkman whistles – which makes you want to strangle him – but at least Egon doesn’t look like he’s going to jump at his throat from across the room anymore.

“Damn, snarky today, uh? Let’s start over then.” Despite his mocking tone, he walks near you and extends a hand that you look at dubiously. “Hi, the name’s Peter.”

A small part of you doesn’t want to shake his hand, just to rile him up but you still do. Strangely enough, there’s an endearing quality to his man, when he wants to.

“Nice to meet you, Peter.”

The man lets out a pleased chuckle. “Now, now, I’m not trying to get you two to leave but this man��” He tugs at his collar. “–has a date tonight and he will be singing in the shower. So, if you want some peace and quiet, now would be a good time to go play in the basement.”

You scoff. “You’ve got a date.”

Venkman seems either completely oblivious or completely disinterested in your tone. “With a sweet creature called Dana Barrett.”

“Don’t forget to ask her about Zuul, Peter,” Egon says, snapping out of his good ten minutes of selective mutism.

Venkman disappears into their common room. “Did I say date?” he shouts. “I meant work meeting.”

True to his words, he starts singing a bad rendition of Queen of Hearts, making sure to annoy the whole building. Even if it grates on your nerves, it’s fascinating to witness this clutter of a place, with such different personas stacked on top of each other. You’ve never heard the story of how the three of them ended up being best buddies and judging by Egon’s closed-up face, today wouldn’t be the day you ask.

After five minutes of excruciating vocalizations, he puts down his results, standing up from the couch. You eye him curiously. “Where’ you going?”

“The basement.”

You frown, standing up. “You know; I don’t think he was serious.”

“I have readings to do downstairs,” he answers shortly.

He walks towards the stairs but stops, pivoting slightly towards you without meeting your eyes. The prickling sensation at the back of your brain is back. You can’t wrap your head around the contrast between his high-strung demeanor and his unspoken invitation to follow him. The confusion suddenly feels too heavy.

“Egon.” He looks up and you’re not expecting the flatness of his expression, how detached he’s looking. “Are you angry?”

It sounds stupid in your own ears, a ridiculous childish question but it’s out of your mouth before you can think about it. Words are wonderful incentives, you think, but sometimes, they just end up pushing people away.

Egon frowns, still not entirely facing you. “No.”

“Then–”

Venkman comes back into the room, whistling loudly. “Still there, lovebirds?”

You turn to answer him but you’re cut off by the loud steps of Egon hurtling down the stairs, leaving you staring dumbly at the invisible trail he left behind. There’s an uncomfortable silence as you frown, heart beating loudly for a reason you can’t really pinpoint. Venkman stands there, undoubtedly conscious of having said the wrong thing.

“Don’t worry, he’s cranky when he doesn’t have his nap.”

You decide to simply gather your belongings and leave. “I’ll come back in a few days.”

Even if Venkman offers to buy you a taxi, you decide to use the subway and as you stare without seeing at the dirty walls of New York’s underground tunnels, you realize that perhaps you’re starting to care a little too much.

Just a tad too much.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Awakening of Gozer

Perhaps you shouldn’t have gone home that day.

For when you heard that in less than twenty-four hours, the Ghostbusters headquarters exploded and that a cloud of psychokinetic energy appeared above Manhattan, you felt that ‘are you angry’ were stupid words to say to somehow you might never see again.

You stand in front of your TV as journalists follow the Ghostbusters’ car through the streets of New York, crowd in a standing ovation. You feel restless as you look through your window, watching the sky turning dark and the full-blown light show the ghosts seem to be throwing downtown. Even when the black clouds dissipate – reminding everyone that it was barely three in the afternoon, you stare, left leg bouncy, at the screen for the final cry of the crowd, hoping, praying, that it’d be of joy.

You’re not truly sure of the feelings rushing through you when they leave this building, dirtied but alive. As soon as you see their proud faces, you turn off the TV, and lay down on the couch, breathing deeply. You close your eyes and contemplate the labyrinth of paths life could have taken in the last two hours. When ten p.m. rolls out, you stand up, driven by some unknown force out of your apartment. Somehow, the sky still holds the purple hues of the paranormal manifestation that plagued New York this evening, ribbons of ghost energy glowing like winter lights and casting discreet colors on the buildings. Tomorrow, you’ll look back at the usual grayish streaks of pollution and everything will feel like a long fever dream.

It’s silly the way the heart and the brain latch on to these human connections like they’re starving. It’s unfortunate, truly. Unfortunate how walking through the chill of the busy streets leads you to his place; a sanctum at the top of a dirty building. And it’s scary how unable you are to stay away, – now and every day – especially when emotions are all over the place; fear in your stomach, anxiety in your loins, need – this unshakable need — in your heart: terrible, voracious, heavy in your limbs as you drag your exhausted body up the stairs. Knocking on the door is, weirdly enough, more nerve-wracking than having witnessed their improbable excursion on television. Egon opens the door, all intrigued eyes and furrowed brows; dressed so casually it seems unreal.

“I know it’s not the time, and that you don’t like people in your space,” you mumble. “But I was— “

Egon steps away from the doorway, inviting you in silently, and it’s almost reluctantly that you step inside. It’s dimly lit but you notice opened notebooks on his table next to three empty mugs.

“Was I interrupting?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“No,” Egon answers to your surprise. “I was only writing down what happened tonight.”

You hum. “I saw it on TV.”

He gestures to you to take a seat. From your chair, you can see Egon busying himself with his small fungus farm, touching the caps of his mushrooms with the tips of his fingers. “You know; I think you deserve a rest, after saving the city and all.”

“I believe we saved the world.”

The emphasis doesn’t go unnoticed. You chuckle nervously, having found a deep interest in a stain on the floor. “I wonder if your Sumerian God would have been able to conquer the world as a hundred-foot-tall marshmallow man.”

“Gozer is a powerful entity,” he says. “They would have brought the apocalypse on our world.”

“But now it’s gone, eh?” The unusual silence makes you look up at him.  

“We’ve only destroyed a vessel and a portal. There might be more somewhere.”

“Well…” You try to rationalize. “Good thing the Ghostbusters will always be there.”

Egon stills, staring without looking as if he’s debating inside: is it true? Will it be true? Will I do anything to honor this promise? You decide to drop the subject.

“So, how does one destroy the portal of a God? ’Sounds like a lot of molecular bounds to break.”

“We crossed the streams.”

You freeze.

“…I thought you shouldn’t do that, like ever.” It’s easier to fake some lightheartedness in your tone than to face how a simple slip of fate could have made this improvised late-night meeting impossible.

“It did work.”

It’s harder to swallow as if he could suddenly vanish in front of your very eyes, taken away by some dark entity; as if every single particle of his being could disappear forever as they annihilate their counterpart. A total protonic reversal, that’s what Dr. Stantz had said. You unwillingly explore this possibility: how you, safely at home, wouldn’t have known about their utter and complete destruction until the ridiculous vessel of a Sumerian God turned on the city and brought the apocalypse upon the world. Perhaps after a few hours, perhaps after a day, you would have accepted the fact that they had lost. Or you’d have watched an explosion of unimaginable scale, staring blindly at the death of thousands of people and the loss of what became a constant in your life.

You stand up, trying to get rid of the restless energy that has been buzzing underneath your skin for two days now.

“Oh yes, proton-antiproton collisions are usually effective at killing everything around.” You sigh, trying to squash down the trembling in your voice, leaning against his desk. “Even if you weren’t already dead by the annihilation of your own molecules, the explosion would have finished the job.”

But it’s pointless to remind him of what he already knows. Egon still faces his farm but his mechanical movements have stopped. You say, “You’re more of a jackass than I thought.”

“The chances of surviving were low, I’ll admit.”

“No shit,” you mutter lowly. “Bless the uncertainty principle.”

His small cocky smile is an unexpected but welcomed sight. “Quantum theory has never been truly challenging for me.”

It startles a laugh out of you. “You might want to revise your judgment, then.”

Putting down whatever kind of instrument he has been using, he walks closer and leans on the spot next to you; an unusual decision, perhaps even an unspoken attempt at consolation. It’s funny because you’ve never stood this close, ever. There’s always been something between you: a room, a desk, Venkman, your apprehension, his awkwardness… As his shoulder brushes against yours, your heart soars with uneasiness but as soon as you let your bubble of comfort merge with his, it becomes the most natural thing in the world. Only then, at this very instant, does your heartbeat finally slow down, does the gnawing sensation at the pit of your stomach dissipate… leaving you to wonder when it’ll all pop.

“You haven’t told me the purpose of your visit,” Egon says after some time, always traveling the universe at the speed of light.

“Ah yes.” There it is. “I was restless.” He looks at you intently. “It just occurred to me that our last meeting hasn’t been entirely— agreeable.”

You stare at the ground. “I would have preferred not to have left on bad terms.”

“You were worried I wouldn’t come back.” It sounds like an epiphany.

He says ‘I’ and not ‘we’, and you would have liked for his social ineptitude to take a step forward for once, and not his ridiculously sharp sense of observation.

“Well… It’s normal, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer. You wish for the world to be ‘normal’ again, or at least the isolated system of your mental landscape. The disruption in the former entity of your thoughts morphs your behaviors, your habits, making you a slave to the random bursts of emotions you’d like to see buried. This energy stays right there, bound by thermodynamics and your fixations. Perhaps this PKE, this conscience energy is the reason for it all.

“I’m afraid that all of this–” You make a half-hearted movement of the arm. “–will disappear.”

“The world?” He asks.

“No. Yes. I mean…“ You swallow. “Here, right now. I’m afraid I’ll wake up in the morning to realize that it’s all gone.”

“I don’t think reality will end during the night.”

You don’t feel like expanding on those uncomfortable feelings so you entertain the idea. “We were about to be wiped out by a God from distant times. If ghosts are proof of anything, it’s that time is meaningless. It could very well end in a few hours.”

Egon doesn’t answer. You let out a sigh. “It’s irrational.”

“Perhaps,” he says after some time. “But fears usually are.”

“People usually fear tangible things, like, I don’t know, ghosts.”

“Ghosts aren’t material per se–”

You chuckle, looking at him. “I knew you’d say that.”

It’s complicated, this situation; how his literal words comfort you in unsuspected ways. It should be annoying, saddening even, to harbor such feelings for someone who lives miles away in his own head of equations, schematics and paranormal theories. You question your behavior, wondering if, in the end, he’s not just another new thing to fixate upon, if he’s not just another unanswered question on your long list of interrogations about life, the universe and everything. If that’s the case then, you can just move on.

“It’s late,” he states.

Perhaps, you can move on. “Yes, I’m gonna go.”

You gather your bag, breaking the fallacy of closeness you had. If the painful torpor your heart is in is any indication, is that it – whatever it is – goes beyond a fixation, but you don't want to confront any of this...

“Goodbye, Egon.”

…unless it’s to run away.

It’s a goodbye, you convince yourself, pushed closer by a disillusioned thought and a hint of desperation. On his face, you can read a plethora of interrogations, each for one flicker of a lid, for one shift of an eye; unique movements as his body stays right in place. It spurs you on, makes you cross the remaining distance between you. And as you place your hand on his arm to not buckle under the pressure, you give a single kiss; a furtive indulgence at the corner of his lips. Something that could be more, something that could be nothing.

You haven’t meant to meet his eyes, but it all seemed inescapable when he didn’t even close them in the first place while you hid safely behind the opaque screen of your lids. It’s confusion, likely a little bit of recoil… You burn brighter from a single kiss, a torch shining a little light on him too, but as adrenaline slips away, you’re faced with darkness again. There’s nothing you can fault him for as it’s your own two legs that took you there in the first place. It’s your own weak heart that pushed you up those stairs as everything else was dragged down by gravity.

You’re out of his apartment as quickly as you can. You know that if you abuse this kindness, your wider smile and warmer face will be the devil’s work; the consequence of pillaging of benevolence you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to stop. Even with genuine motions, his telltale beat will never follow yours, and even the strongest, wildest embers won’t alienate it faster. You will be a parched man facing a mirage, a moth to an ephemeral flame that will love everything until it’s consumed. But a flame doesn’t love back and love is a sin for the ones that feel it the most.

The next day, the sky is back to its usual color.

[greatsylveon2007]

"Kids with passion to play make-believe;

Will become young adults with the will to achieve"

Alright, so I figured I wanted to make this eventually. I finally finished my part for the Guaraná MAP a few months ago after like, almost two years of having it lmao, and those two years were wild and included a bunch of different versions of the part which would never see the light of day outside of the map server, so I figured I should put them all here :)

Here is the finished part which I am very happy with honestly, love some Hollyleaf angst

So now let me tell you about how the part used to be IWKFOLSPS

To get the part I actually had to fist fight a friend because it was one of the few really simple interesting parts and we both wanted it pretty badly

When I eventually got the part I made two storyboards for it, and my idea was for it to be very limited animation with mostly tweening, as, in my head, it would make my life easier

The first storyboard I was not happy with so I threw it out the window and made another soon after

This one I was way happier with and is the storyboard I used for most of these two years, here you can see a little light/shadow behind Hollyleaf that, while I liked, was really out of place so I didn't keep it in the end :(

What followed was multiple months of me chipping away at this part and telling myself every time that it would be easy to do because it was pmv, I got pretty far with this, making the assets for all of the cats and only needing to shade Hollyleaf, finish the backgrounds and guaraná plants and edit

At that point however, despite being almost done, I really couldn't bring myself to work on this part anymore, I'm not sure what exactly it was, but messing around with all the assets and tweening and all that just wasn't fun for me at that point and I just began stalling to avoid having to open the file again

Eventually in February a light shone upon me, if I wasn't having fun with PMV then screw it AMV was my new best friend

In a few hours I made a new sketch, skipped the rought animation stage and finished Holly's entire animation (don't do this ever, don't be like me)

I had also started on Lion but I was struggling on what to do with him because of how I animated Holly lol

I don't remember the exact plan but originally the character acting was:

Holly and Lion are looking up, Jay is a little frustrated. Holly talks to him to cheer him up and he looks at her, feeling a bit more encouraged. Then she would look at Lion, he would reassure her, and they'd all end up happy

Somehow though, while animating Holly, I ditched the plan and made her be surprised by Lion and look at him, so I struggled a bit trying to figure out what Lionpaw could do to get her attention, and spent a good while trying to figure out the solution to a problem that I created in a few hours of not following a simple plan ISMOCKSKKDS If you plan something, preferably follow it, don't be like me²

I could have just remade her animation so that would have been solved but I liked her animation I didn't want to redo it :(

Anyway, eventually I figured he could say something stupid to help cheer up Jay or something and I like his and Jay's new movements so it all worked out :)

After making the first shot, I caved in to something I wanted to do for a while which was a transition between the shots, instead of having it cut to the second shot or move the characters around a little bit.

I didn't know if I wanted to do a transition with stars or with the fire scene, until eventually I figured that the fire scene and Ashfur's... thing was what really affected the siblings, especially Hollyleaf. The part also follows a sequence of Hollyleaf feeling guilty for what she did so in general I thought that Ashfur would transition well

You may also notice that I hadn't splattered blood all across Holly's face in the second shot and that was because I forgot she was supposed to have blood on her until I read the script again for some reason and realized I forgot ISNKCKAKDLSL

So, what did we learn? PMV sucks, animate it all at 24 fps in one sitting instead/JOKE

This is all I have about the Guaraná part, it was pretty fun to work on and I loved joining a map about my country, this map lives in a little part of my brain rent free <3

Might do this for other parts that have a bunch of wips or something I'll think about that, it's kind of fun to just lay out your process like this, would recommend 10/10

[jeonverselol]

unspoken (m) - jjk

Pairing: photographer jk x event planner y/n

a/n: lmao first of all I don’t know shit about planning events I’m sorry but let’s just pretend that this is how things work. also this is my first ever fic be nice y’all. 

Summary: you and Jungkook were not just friends but none of y’all really addressed it so the tension between you two just grew and you played along with it but as things get heated, Jungkook finally finds the need to address the unspoken situationship you two have after feeling like someone might be taking his invisible spot.

Word count: 11.1k (lol I’m sorry)

genre: smut, fluff? friends-to-lovers

Notes/warnings: f2l, mentions of blackpink members, mentions of all other bts members, tattoed jk, pierced jk, big dick jk, clit play, squirting, doggy style, degradation (let’s face it don’t we all secretly love this a little too much), blowjob, possessive jk, jealousy, choking, cunnilingus, daddy kink, hand kink? exhibition kink? unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), cum play? pure filth (I’m sorry I’ll be drowning in my sins now)

 - 

You and Jungkook were never just friends. Not lovers, not acquaintances but stuck in the middle of something complicated and unspoken. Like many unspoken things, there seemed to be this barrier and set of rules you two have made for yourselves even though none of you have explicitly made it so.

Both of you texted every day, called each other almost every day, never saw anyone else apart from each other and never intended to see anyone else. But the thing is, it’s only complicated because you two made it so. It was clear to everyone that you two had feelings for each other without the need to point it out, but whenever you two get asked questions about your relationship status, none of you seemed to put a proper label on it.

The nature of your relationship slash friendship could last for as long as you two wanted it to. In the eyes of those who don’t know, you two are in fact just two single people. For you two, you knew there was something more but chose to be in denial. Call it cowardice, or maybe egoistic but none of you even made the effort to address the overpowering tension between you two. Jungkook and you seemed to let it be and when the overbearing questions come at either of you, you would either steer the question somewhere else or shrug it off.

However, that invisible string that attached you two was soon challenged when Jungkook saw another man take his invisible spot.

-

“Hey Y/N, take a look at this and let me know what you think of it. We need this to be absolutely perfect for the Vante show,” Namjoon says as he passes few pieces of paper to you before taking another stack of files and going through it.

Being an event planner, your job is far from easy. While everyone assumes all that you do is book a place, put up decorations and music, it requires much more intricate details and thorough planning. Despite wanting to quit a few times, you held it in for a few years and soon rose the ranks to call the shots yourself.

As soon as you make it past the first page, Namjoon chimes in as if he remembered something important, “Oh and I forgot to tell you, they’ve decided this morning that they want Jungkook’s company to handle the photography side of things.”

Ears chirping up at the name of your favourite person, you feel a smile creep your lips and your mood instantly became better after knowing that you two will be working together for the event.

“Oh, is that so?” You played it cool. Namjoon looks up from his glasses upon hearing your remark. “Very much so. Taehyung came back with the call just half an hour ago, he saw the portfolios and thought Jungkook’s was the best to capture the whole vibe of the gala.” You never doubted that once. Kim Taehyung is the hottest shit in the art world right now and this event is supposed to be a major leap in his career and to know that Jungkook and his team will be a part of this along with you made you extremely excited.

“Since he’s your boyfriend, do you want to handle that part of the plans? I’m kind of swamped with the caterers and I still have to check up on the guest list… which is driving me insane,” you can see his eyebrows furrow and chest heaving at the thought of the workload.

Boyfriend. That strange yet familiar word that seems to remind you how obvious you two are close to one another, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to admit that there’s something more to it. What if he is just being super friendly? What if he’s just being flirtatious with no intention? What if you overthought things? In the two years you’ve known each other and the six months these remarks have been thrown at you two, you spent countless times wondering what to make of the two of you, yet you had zero guts to actually address the issue so you just let it be. Some might say you’re just content with your situation-ship but honestly, you’re just scared you’ve misread the whole situation in the first place. To avoid the humiliation and a possible loss of friendship, you’ve erected this invisible barrier when it came to this issue.

“Y/N?” Your head perked up when you heard your name and then remembered his question. “Oh yeah um, actually, how about you let me deal with the guest list and you can handle the photographers. I’ve been going through the list for quite some time anyway.”

As if you’ve said something weird, Namjoon narrows his eyes at you for a millisecond, finding it odd you don’t want to deal with your ‘boyfriend’ but brushed it off thinking you probably don’t want to mix business and your personal life together. Also, he was just glad he could get out of dealing with the most hectic part of plans.

“Okay, I would actually love that. Just make sure you get the RSVPs from the VIP section. Most of them are Taehyung’s friends but some are potential investors so put in extra effort on that.”

The two of you have been hand-in-hand in dealing with this event but Namjoon has been at it longer than you. Despite being your superior, colleague and friend, he’s very open into hearing ideas and is pretty much the coolest superior you can ask for. So, when you got roped in the Vante project and Namjoon made you his right-hand, you were pretty excited for your first major event in your new position.

“Got it boss.” You remarked with a smile, emphasising on the last word. Namjoon chuckled at the use of the name ‘boss’ considering he never insisted on being called that.

Just then you felt your phone vibrate on your desk. Peering over your phone your heart made flips at the sight of “Jungkookie” and excused yourself to attend to your phone outside of your working space.

“Hey Kook,” you chimed as you answered your phone.

“Hey princess. Am I disturbing?” There it is, one of the many nicknames he called you. Though you realised he’s never used it on anyone else, you were still reluctant in drawing any conclusions about his flirting. Rather, you just let yourself immerse in the fun of it all.

“No not at all, I got a few minutes, just taking a break. This Vante stuff is really jamming my brain. Namjoon’s aiming for things to be done by this week. Fingers crossed.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook was smiling stupidly at the other of the phone call, he loved it when you talk about work. Some people may find it weird, but he’d listen to anything that comes out of your mouth. “Oh yeah? Speaking of Vante, Namjoon emailed me then texted me to read the email a second after it was sent –“ you rolled your eyes upon hearing that because that was just typical Namjoon behaviour, always on the clock for everything “- that Taehyung has agreed to my team headlining the photography and videography for the event.” You could hear the happiness in his voice.

“Namjoon literally told me about it 10 minutes ago. Congratulations Kookie! Can’t wait to get this event rolling so we can finally get some rest over it.” You sighed dramatically.

Jungkook lets out a hearty chuckle. “Thank you, princess. We still on for drinks tonight?” As soon as he said that you were reminded about the plans you two made a few days ago with your group of friends.

“Oh yeah sure but I’ll be a little late. Just a little bit, because I need to wrap up some stuff here. See you and the guys there?”

Your recent tardiness to the weekly after-work session at the pub with your friends Hoseok, Jimin, Lisa and Jennie (and Jungkook, of course) became a thing ever since the Vante event planning and instead of pushing back the usual time set, you just decided to inform everyone you’ll show up later than usual, giving them a head start while you make your late entry.

You knew what he was going to say but you always made the same suggestion anyway.

“Nonsense. I’ll pick you up, just text me what time and I’ll come get you babe.” Another nickname that gave you butterflies and at the same time made you nauseous as to whether it ever meant anything.

“Hmm okay just meet me downstairs at 7, I should be done by then.”

After a few giggles and flirting, you ended the call and decided to go back to work. Going through your list of tasks you began working and ticking a number of it off the list. The plan took months to mould and you were glad you’re now left with the menial yet still important tasks. and before you know it you craned your neck up and the clock showed 6.45pm. Deciding you got enough work done for the day you began packing your things and switched off the lights of your office on your way out since Namjoon took his leave earlier to work at home. As you head down the lobby, your eyes lit up at the figure in front of you at the waiting area.

Donning a short sleeve shirt, showcasing his impeccable sleeve tattoo, pants that hug his thighs in ways that kept your eyes glued to them, hair slicked back with a few loose strands over his forehead, you’re just amazed this man even gave you his attention in the first place. Thumb scrolling through his phone, his head perked up with a smile as he notices you coming towards his direction. Damn that lip piercing, you thought, why the fuck is he so hot?

He stands up and tucks his phone into his pocket as he takes two long strides towards you enveloping you in a hug. “Hey you’re early. Have you been waiting for long?” You say as you wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Just 10 minutes, traffic was clear today, so I managed to reach a little early.” Lies. He had to wrap up work fast and leave before the rush hour so that he could see you on time. He probably reached a little too early and decided to plop on the couch in the lobby and even squeezed in a whole episode of Friends.

“Okay, let’s get going.” You smiled as he took your bags and files for you and led you to his car.

- 

“Dude I’m telling you I can’t believe she said that shit,” said an exasperated Lisa, probably with one-two many pints, as she goes on about her shithead of a boss.

“She’s just jealous you’re doing her job better than her,” Hoseok remarks as he sips on his beer. Agreeing with Hoseok, you raised your quarter pint of Guinness before downing it, “I have to say Hoseok’s right about that.”

“I still can’t believe you drink that shit,” says Jimin sipping on his Kronenbourg, gesturing at your dark malty beverage of choice. “It’s an acquired taste, not for the weak ones.” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly, laughter erupting from your friends right after.

With an arm around your chair and the other holding his bottle of beer, Jungkook laughs with you. You never fail to notice the small things he does, the shoulder touches, the arms looping over your chair, the closeness of your face. He laughs at everything you say even when it isn’t that funny, he picks you up and drops you home when he lives on the opposite side of town. Sarcastically you begin to wonder wow does he look like my boyfriend?

“Yah Jungkook, how’s that thing with the Vante project? Any luck?” Jennie inquires, sipping on her gin and tonic, heavy on the gin considering how her firm has been roped into the project last minute as well in terms of advertising.

“Just got the call today from Namjoon, I’m in,” Jungkook says as tugs you closer, raising his glass to cheers with the rest. You feel the closeness once again and perhaps it’s because you’re on your third pint with the lack of dinner, you’re a little tipsy and you honestly just want to drown in his cologne and do unspeakable things to your boyfriend who isn’t your boyfriend.

The night goes by as usual, with the rest of you talking about work, gossip, laughing about memories that pop up, and Jungkook occasionally leaning in to press his cheek on your temple. He noticed how you were rubbing your arms and pulled you in closer, urging you to lean in so that he could transfer some of his body heat to you. And you still wonder why people think he’s your boyfriend? Might as well send out wedding invitations already. 

Sensing your insides are turning too much due to the proximity between your bodies, you excuse yourself to go to the washroom. Looking at your own reflection, you sigh at the thought of you not meaning anything to Jungkook and that this was all just some sick act you have engrossed yourself in for far too long. Call yourself pessimistic or perhaps just insecure, you somehow never inclined to the possibility of Jungkook actually liking you like that. One may call you stupid for thinking like that despite the blatant boyfriend-like gestures Jungkook’s been doing but hey, better to not have expectations so that you won’t be disappointed am I right?

Tossing the paper towel into the trash can, you opened the door intending to head out but gasped at the sight of the tattooed boy in front of you. “Jesus, Kook, you scared me.” You tried to laugh it off, but Jungkook seemed a little nervous for some reason.

“Sorry about that, just checking up on you.” You quirked an eyebrow, all you did was went to the washroom. Jungkook sensed that you were itching for him to say more so he came a little closer to you. “It’s getting late, the girls suggested you stay over with me.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. The girls suggested – okay you thought, maybe he’s just following through with the concerns of Lisa and Jennie. I mean, the first time you stayed over Jungkook’s was after an event near his place, per his impromptu suggestion considering it was 2am and that it made no sense for you to travel home alone. You completely knocked out after 10 minutes of laying on his bed and he slept next to you, no arms around you or anything, just too chickened out to trespass your invisible barrier.

“Oh okay. Yeah that sounds great, your house is closer anyway and it’s – “, looking at your watch you’re shocked to see the time. “- oh my god it’s 12am already?” You swore you felt like you just got here. The late nights at work have really taken a toll on you.

Chuckling, Jungkook loops his hand around your waist and walks you back to the table. “Yeah, it’s late, just come back to mine babe, it’s a Friday anyway, I’ll send you back home tomorrow if you want.” There it is again with the ‘if you want’. You have heard that way too many times and you have started to think that he has no intention of taking it further. No of course I don’t want to fucking go home if you gave me the choice, you thought. Instead of saying what you wanted, you just went with “Sounds good.”

-

After bidding goodbye to your friends, who knowingly created the sleepover situation for you both because the both of you are just losers, you went your separate ways and you followed Jungkook to his car. The ride to his place was quiet but also loud. Quiet in that you two barely engaged in any conversation but listened to the soft R&B tunes playing over the speaker, loud in the sense that your heart was beating so fast at the thought of spending the night.

In just 20 minutes, you two reached Jungkook’s apartment and once again, you feel the invisible barrier between you two starting to break. Will tonight be the night it breaks? Or will you two cowards waste another opportunity to address the elephant in the room again?

The journey to his apartment was short and as you enter his apartment, you’re happy to see the familiar sight of his place. Minimalistic yet full of details that said ‘Jungkook’, the random photos on the wall, probably from a recent shoot, dumbbells over by the couch, he was probably watching something and lifting as usual, unfolded clothes at the armchair, he probably took in the laundry yesterday and was too lazy to sort them out.

The sound of his keys hit the wooden countertop in his foyer, bringing your attention back to him. “You know where everything is, just make yourself comfortable and you can pick out anything you want from my closet. Once you’ve showered, I’ll just put your clothes in the washing machine and you can wear them tomorrow,” says Jungkook as he dropped your files and bag at the dining table. You nodded at him with a smile and went towards his room over to the attached bathroom.

“Oh, and I got you this,” he handed you a makeup remover, a generic brand but does the work, and a moisturiser. “The last time you were here you woke up talking about how you can’t believe you slept with your makeup on, so I got you this,” he casually says as you stared at him dumbfounded.

How the fuck does one just do stuff like this and expect you to not pounce on him and ask him to be your boyfriend? You held back the thoughts in your head and gave him a hug, thanking him for the sweet gesture. But honestly you just wanted to cry tears of joy knowing someone went out of his way to do something like this for you and also cry tears of sadness because he’s not your actual boyfriend. Who cares right? Just bask in the moment while you can.

After the both of you washed up, Jungkook welcomed you to his bed and enveloped his arms around you. Well that’s some progress, he thought, compared to the last time he didn’t even get to hug you. He smiled at your choice of attire, a black tee of his and boxers. Then his mind went elsewhere as he scanned your legs, he knew for a fact you weren’t wearing underwear and a bra considering he put it in the laundry. His hand around your waist itched to go lower but he restrained himself.

With his arms around you, your heart started to beat really fast. Both of you seemed to do things that friends don’t usually do yet never took it fully up a notch. The ambiguity surrounding your feelings made the barrier bigger and both of you had no idea what the other truly felt. You two were willing to play along with the idea of being more than friends so there was no explanation as to why the two of you remained the cowards you two were. Jungkook basked in the scent of you, liking the way you smelled just like his shower gel, his face wash – just like you were his. There were so many things Jungkook wanted to do with you and for you but you were too oblivious to notice the heart eyes he has whenever he was around you and he was too scared to do something in case you didn't want him to. You being in his arms, on his bed, just felt too domestic and Jungkook never wanted this night to end. 

He never failed to notice the way your friends tried to constantly loop you two together or created opportunities for you two to be alone. He wasn’t dumb, he could see through their intentions like how Hoseok and Jimin seemed to assign unspoken designated seats next to Lisa and Jennie, leaving you two to always sit next to each other, or the time that Hoseok casually told Jungkook to bring you as a date to his company event, or how Jimin didn’t stop anyone from referring to you as Jungkook’s girlfriend the entire night you two joined him at a family event. The most recent one was tonight, where Lisa and Jennie casually exaggerated how it was dangerous for girls to head home alone at a time like this, the fact that your house was rather far and you did not have a car. After dragging the topic for a bit, Lisa casually nudged Jungkook and practically commanded that he let you stay over at his place tonight, the reason being their places were too ‘messy’. Assuming his friends were just playing Cupid, he decided to indulge in Lisa's idea, mostly because the idea of you being alone with him in the comfort of his own place was far too tempting to resist.

As Jungkook brought you closer to his chest, you put your arm over his torso and Jungkook took that as a sign to test the waters. He hovered his lips over your head, and the fingers that were on your waist started to caress your side. He planted a kiss on top of your head, secretly rejoicing within for making that first tiny step yet terrified that you might not want it. He felt you stiffen against his hold, then felt you relax in his arms again. He decided to take your reaction positively and continued to pepper kisses on your head.

“What are you doing?” He broke off from his trance and looked down to see you facing him, eyes boring into his with a hint of something which he can’t seem to place. “I’m sorry, do you not like it?” He was ready to set himself on fire, book a flight to some obscure part of the world and change his name because at the very moment, if he read you wrong then he is as good as dead.

“No… I...” You see a frown on his face, his eyes starting to widen, and you sat up this time to properly face him. “I mean, I do… I like it.” Oh fuck my life, you thought. Why can’t just say what I want?

Just then, you see an unreadable expression form on his face. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed on yours and your eyes widen in shock. His arms snake around your waist to bring you closer and you relax in his touch and kissed him back just as passionately.

The kiss was anything but gentle, Jungkook kissed you like a starved man and his arms were tight around you, almost fearing you might go away. Fuck it, he thought. He was not going to pretend that neither of you wanted this. Your arms find its way to his neck and you shifted to straddle him, with your legs each side of his thick thighs. Jungkook moaned at the new position and his tongue found its way into the cavern of your mouth, darting in with a groan. You moaned at the way his tongue touches yours and you began to grind your hips against him. Feeling a bulge forming, a wonton moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook cups your ass and brings your centre closer to his.

Breaking off the kiss to catch your breaths, you and Jungkook stare at each other, foreheads connected and chest heaving. None of you could find the right words to say, but you knew there was some explaining to do. The barrier you two have built was now crumbling and it was time to face reality.

Or so you thought.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Your body stiffens at the sentence and the use of your first name. You wanted to die. All you could do was prepare for the humiliation you were about to face. Your arms began to untangle from his neck, but Jungkook held you tighter. “No it’s just, I really want you.”

Oh. You looked at him confused, not knowing why he felt the need to clarify it when it was so obvious you wanted him too. “It’s just that I won’t hold back once you let me.”

You feel your pussy clench at his words. You were pretty sure there was a damp spot on the boxers you were wearing now. “What if I don’t want you to hold back?” You bit your lip as you placed your palms on his broad chest, slowly moving it up to the base of his neck.

“I mean it, princess.” His voice was low, and his gaze was full of lust. You stared at those dark brown orbs and leaned in, your lips teasing his, “And I mean it Kook. Don’t hold back.” You emphasised the last three words and that was all it took for Jungkook to flip you over and crash his lips onto yours once again. You moaned into the kiss once more, this time completely drowned in the roughness. Teeth clashing, tongues touching, you arch your back to feel more of him.

Jungkook growled and left a trail of wet kisses down the side of your neck before sucking on spot right near your collarbone. He traced his fingers down your (his) shirt and tugged it upwards to reveal your bare chest. He cupped your tits and sucked on your left nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. You tried to lift your knee to touch his bulge, but he pinned both your legs down harshly. “I’m having it my way today. I want to make you feel good baby girl.” He was not letting months of sexual tension go to waste. He's spent countless times jerking off to the thought of you, wondering what your body would taste like, the skimpy bikinis you wore on vacations left little to his imagination and the way you moved your hips on the dance floor carved a definite memory in his brain.

You feel a gush of wetness in between your legs at his words, liking the way he was behaving right now. He was still the sweet Jungkook you knew but you could tell that he’s going to be anything but sweet tonight. He wanted to wreck you in every way possible but tried his best to not go overboard.

Jungkook continued to suck on your nipples while his hand slips into your (his) boxers, he groaned at how wet you were. “Fuck princess, you’re already so wet and I barely did anything.”

He circled his finger around your clit, eliciting moans from you. You sounded like a fucking pornstar right now but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to make you cum. His lips went upwards to your neck and continued to suck your sweet spot. You knew that was going to bruise but you had the weekend off anyway. You whined as he stopped his actions to pull down the boxers, revealing your glistening pussy. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He lapped on your entrance all the way up to your clit and sucked on it, causing you to jerk your body upwards. He spread your thighs apart and insert one finger in. You brought your hands up to palm your tits, pinching your nipples and Jungkook swore he could have nutted at the sight of you so desperate for him.

“That’s right baby girl. Touch those pretty tits for me.”

“More... Kook.” You whined. Jungkook inserted another finger and brought his thumb to circle your clit. “Such a fucking slut. You like that baby? Like it when my fingers are deep inside you?”

You nodded embarrassingly fast. “Yeah baby? Then you’re gonna love it when I stuff you with my cock.” He kept increasing the speed and you felt yourself reaching your high. “Kook, I’m gonna…”

“Let go for me baby, need you soaking wet to take my cock.” At the sight of you pinching your nipples, and Jungkook’s fingers fucking you, he decided to replace his thumb on your clit with his tongue. The combination of his fingers and his tongue was so good you could almost see stars. You felt a knot building in your lower half and Jungkook could feel you clenching around his fingers. As if you weren’t sensitive enough, Jungkook inserted a third finger and moved even faster than before. His sucked harsher on your clit and drew kitten licks on it.

“Oh my god don’t fucking stop!” You half-screamed and as if on cue, you feel your orgasm flowing through and as Jungkook pulls out his fingers, still giving kitten licks on your clit, you felt your orgasm gushing out uncontrollably. Jungkook switches his tongue with his thumb and slowly draws circles on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Seeing your body slumped on the sheets, he continued to slowly rub your clit until you started twitching. Your eyes finally opened after what seemed like minutes, staring at Jungkook with half-lidded eyes. “Holy shit. You fucking squirted all over me, princess.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed and you can see the gaze in his eyes visibly darken. He took off his shirt and you made no effort to conceal the way you were staring at how much buffer he had gotten since the last time you ever saw him shirtless. The outline of his chest and abs, tattoos and the way his biceps flexed was almost unreal.

“I need you now baby.” He took off his boxers and your eyes widen at the sight before you. He was huge and thick. You almost salivated at the sight of what you knew was going to tear you apart. He palmed his dick and slowly pumped it. “Get on all fours baby.” You obeyed his command and you feel the tip of his dick at your entrance. Still sensitive from your intense orgasm, you whimpered when he entered your folds. “What baby? Don’t tell me you can’t take it?” He said, mocking you and the sounds you were making. “I’m going to ruin you princess.” He slowly pushed his length inside of you and you held your breath, trying to get used to his size. Once he was fully in, you adjusted yourself and told him to move.

Jungkook started to move, and he groaned at every thrust. “Fuck! Baby girl, you’re so tight.” He started to pick up speed and you feel yourself slumping deeper into the bed. Jungkook grabbed you by the neck and you arched your back towards him. You feel his palms at your throat and that made you even wetter and this didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. You loved the way he was manhandling you. “Oh what a fucking slut. You’re fucking made for me baby.” Jungkook said with every thrust. He started to pound harder and you feel him hit your spot in every possible way.

“Oh my god, right there! Right there… Kook!” You moaned in ecstasy at the way he was pounding inside you. He let go of your throat and his fingers came down to rub your clit while his other hand gripped your hips hard. You were sure that spot was going to bruise as well tomorrow.

“Fuck baby girl you’re so… fucking …” His words slurred as his hips snapped into yours and you felt his balls hitting against your pussy. Your walls clenched around him as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Kook I’m gonna cum again…”

“Fucking cum for me baby,” his fingers rubbed your clit faster and in a matter of seconds you clenched his dick real hard and your body fell into the sheets. Jungkook feels you gushing around his dick and growled. He wasn't going to last much longer.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Cum inside my mouth,” you pleaded and a string of curses leave Jungkook’s mouth. “Fuck you’re unreal.” You feel him slipping out of you and you turn around on all fours to face him. He pumps his dick and you take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip repeatedly. Soon you feel the hot spurts of liquid coat your mouth as Jungkook slowly thrusts your mouth to unload the rest. Once he’s done he pulls out of your mouth and he could swear he felt his dick twitch at the sight of you swallowing his cum.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” He brings you in for a kiss and you two lay down to catch your breath.

Now that you two have broken the invisible barrier between you two, letting all sexual tensions break loose. You felt relieved that it happened but before you could speak you felt Jungkook leave your side to go to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and wiped the mess in between your legs. You winced at the contact, still sensitive from your high. “Come on babe, let’s go shower.” Before you could reply he hoisted you up and you giggled like a schoolgirl, loving the treatment you were getting.

The night went by better than you could have imagined, as you two lay on the newly-changed sheets, basking in each other’s scents and entertaining each other with sweet nothings. You two decided to just leave things unspoken, none of you addressing the new state of your relationship. After a few giggles and kisses, you two managed to squeeze in a few hours of deep sleep, with you in his arms this time.

The rest of the weekend seemed pretty normal, except for the morning after when Jungkook fucked you on the kitchen countertop and you sucking him off in the car ride home because you two just could not keep your hands off one another. It was like you two were making up for the months of teasing and sexual desire. He was reluctant to bid you goodbye once you reached home, clearly wanting to spend more time with you and just be in proximity with you all the time. You two parted after what seemed like half an hour of kisses and hand-holding.

-

With the week rolling by rather quickly, the Vante project was setting off to a good start. After countless sleepless nights and self-isolation, you managed to get everything done as planned. Despite not seeing Jungkook for a whole week, considering the busy schedule you two had for this upcoming event, you smiled knowing that everything was worth it as you two got to see each other and celebrate each other’s success at the night of the gala.

As the night of the gala approaches, you were more than excited to see your favourite person, whom you still weren’t even sure was your boyfriend or not, but you were determined to set the bar tonight now that there were no distractions. The red silk gown you wore hugged your body in all the right places, and the slit on the side showed just the right amount of your long legs. Cream silk gloves adorned your hands up to your elbows, secured with some statement gold jewellery. Your hair was tucked to one side in old Hollywood waves and heaps amount of hairspray. You make up was anything but simple considering the extravagant nature of the event. Taehyung never settles for less, just like in his art. This exhibition slash show could just be the Met Gala if you wanted it to be.

Arriving at the event earlier than the guests, you see Namjoon at the corner of the stage, speaking to the man of the night himself. Namjoon sported a black tuxedo with gold details, whereas Taehyung opted for a statement piece with hues of blue, beige and pattern. “Hey guys!” You walked over to the two as your lips, stained in Dior Rouge, etched into a smile, completely satisfied with how the plans turned out.

“Hey Y/N.” Namjoon gave you a friendly hug while Taehyung opted to kiss the back of your hand. “You look ravishing tonight Y/N. Not that you don’t in any other day.” Classic Taehyung, over the top with his compliments. “I have to say I can’t thank you guys enough for making my visions come true. This gala looks amazing, and I can’t wait for the night to get started.”

After exchanging a few words, you excused yourself to find your friend Jennie, who was at the front of the building, brushing up on the final touches with the posters. You squealed as you see your best friend, in a black gown with tweed details and a headband above her head, looking very much like a Chanel doll. “Jen!” Her face lights up upon hearing you and you see her waddling her way towards you. “Oh my god you look fucking hot!” She eyes you up and down. “Jungkook’s gonna get a heart attack.”

You blushed at the utterance of his name. Lisa and Jennie knew that you had feelings for Jungkook and while your friends never made it awkward for you two by putting your situationship under the spotlight, their efforts in breaking that barrier for you two were anything but subtle. “Speaking of Jungkook, have you seen him yet?” You inquired and Jennie looks around, “I think he should be setting up. He didn’t reply to the group chat so I’m guessing he must be preoccupied.” You nodded in agreement, yet your heart pounded at the thought of him already being in the same building as you.

Before you could make your way to find Jungkook, Namjoon pings you to go to the front, monitoring the reception to keep an eye on Taehyung’s VIP guests. You scurried your way to the giant entrance to greet the incoming guests. As the minutes go by, the place was starting to get filled up with a lot of guests, many who were art enthusiasts, some were friends of Taehyung, some were businessmen, and some were artists themselves hoping to meet the main man tonight.

About half an hour in, you see your friends Jimin, Hoseok and Lisa roll up, donning outfits that fit the gaudy vibe of the gala. You gave them each a hug as they congratulated you on the spectacular decoration and turnout of what would be the event of the year. “Champagne’s on the side! Go ham, we didn’t skimp on the budget. I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit,” you remarked as you ushered them in.

About 15 minutes later, you ticked off the last couple of guests for the evening and sighed in relief as everyone that was invited made it to the event tonight. Putting down the list, you were ready to go back in before you were surprised by a familiar voice.

“Look here, beautiful,” you turned around and smiled at the camera pointing towards you. As the sound of the camera goes off, you lunged forward to hug the one person you were waiting to see tonight. “You sure you’re not one of the pieces of art tonight?” He raised his eyebrow as he eyes you up and down, eyes on your legs a little longer before going back up to your face. “I could say the same about you,” you looked at the man before you, dressed in all black. He had a black turtleneck on, a little tight as you can almost trace the outline of his hard chest, black pants that accentuated his thighs, a black blazer and gold jewellery, on his hands, the one you so badly want on your throat. To top it off, he juxtaposed his gold clad hands with silver jewellery for his ear piercings, lip piercing, and brow piercing. His dark hair was slicked back, with a strand or two dangling at the front intentionally.

Shaking his head slightly, he had his arm around your waist and snuck a kiss to the side of your hair, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup. He guided you two into the building and as much as you two wanted to spend the night in each other’s embrace, you two needed to get to work. Jungkook apologised every two minutes to go take photos and before he could utter another apology, you told him to get work done first and that you’ll save a seat for him at the table. You and your friends circled the gala, taking the time to finally admire the pieces of art on the wall. You wandered a bit too far to the end, admiring a certain piece that seemed to catch your eye.

“Beautiful artwork,” a low voice greeted your ear. You turned around to see the face of a man you greeted not too long ago, remembering that he was one of the names on the VIP guestlist tonight. “It certainly is,” you responded with a smile.

“Glad you agree. Though the painting up on the wall could rival you as well,” you turned your head towards the man, eyes widening at the not-so-subtle pick-up line, before letting out a chuckle. “That was a good one,” you responded.

Mirroring your response, the man proceeded to hold his hand out, “Kim Seokjin.” You remembered his name and you also remembered the three little stars next to his name, signalling that he was probably one of the potential investors Taehyung was hoping to impress tonight. You accepted the handshake before introducing yourself. “Are you part of the organisers? I saw you at the front earlier.”

“Yes actually. I’m part of the team that planned the event,” you smiled politely.

“Excellent work, Y/N. This is honestly of the best exhibitions I’ve ever gone to. Everything looks amazing. So does the organiser herself.” You blush at the blatant flirtatious remarks and laughed it off. While you knew nothing much about the man himself, you knew he was a great businessman, having opened doors to several start-ups and aspiring artists. You knew his intentions with you were nothing but innocent icebreakers, so you played along. “Well Seokjin, if you really like the exhibition, you are going to love all the pieces of art here. The event is merely a reflection of Taehyung’s aesthetics.”

He smiled upon your remark and glanced at the artwork in front of him, taking his time to soak in the details. “I’m not a pro at art but I’m guessing by the turnout of the event, Taehyung is really someone I should pay attention to. I’ve seen the articles and his social media presence, so I am quite open to giving him the push he needs.” While Seokjin is no art critic or major enthusiast, his passion lies in helping those who need help. Starting from scratch, he managed to build his empire by himself and now that he is stable, all he wants to do is provide the same opportunities to those who struggled like him at the start. Based on the articles you’ve read about him, he was quite the philanthropist and has no plans in stopping his business from expanding. The feeling of success would really set in if a major investor like Seokjin were to take an interest in Taehyung’s work, considering how impressed he is with the set-up of the event. You wanted nothing more than everyone to reap the benefits of this amazing gala.

“Taehyung is definitely a great talent. He’s young and influential, and is constantly bursting with great ideas,” you say with hopes he would actually consider working with Taehyung. “I have no doubt about that,” he chuckles.

“Hey guys can we get a picture?” Your heads turn around to see Rose, a friend of yours that is part of Jungkook’s team. You smiled at Seokjin and Rose, replying with a curt sure thing. Seokjin pulled you closer to his side by your waist and your faces were absolutely close. To those who didn’t know, they might assume you were his date but to you, this was nothing more than an innocent picture, and to Seokjin, this was just among the many other pictures for the ‘gram.

Unbeknownst to you, a piercing gaze sets on the hand on your waist and the giggles that left your lips. Jungkook eyed the whole little transaction and was anything but pleased. Something ignited within him after seeing you being so close to someone that was not him, and it infuriated him even more to see you look at someone in ways that you looked at him. He could have sworn that you liked him back the way he liked you, but at the sight of seeing you so close to Seokjin, it made him feel like you were keeping your options open. Jumping into conclusions, he wanted nothing more but to yank you away and remind you that you belonged to him. It then occurred to him that he needed to do that before it was too late - before you truly expanded your options at the expense of the unspoken clarification of your situationship.

As you bid Seokjin goodbye, you turned around to see Jungkook taking long strides toward you. Your smile faded as you see the expression on his face, seemingly mad about something. “What’s wrong, Kook?” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you outside to the terrace of the building, which was rather empty considering how everyone went inside to feast on the food. You winced at the sharp tug of your wrist and hastily followed his lead, careful not to trip over your four-inch cream-coloured Manolo Blahniks. As soon as you reached the terrace he let go of your hand and faced you with eyebrows furrowed and his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek.

“Are you oka-? Your sentence was cut off with Jungkook looming over you, causing you to step back involuntarily before Jungkook held you in place with a tight grip on your waist. “What the fuck was that back there?” Your eyebrows furrowed at his question, not knowing what he was referring to.

“Don’t play dumb princess. I saw the way you were looking at Kim Seokjin,” he scoffed and then the realisation hit you, he misunderstood everything. Seeing your lips curling up, Jungkook got even more furious. “I’m not fucking playing Y/N. Are you into him?” Your lips instantly curved downwards, and the anger seeped into you as well, not taking it lightly with how he was sort of accusing you.

“What do you mean? I was just telling him about Taehyung’s work. He’s one of the fucking potential investors.” You pushed him back slightly and Jungkook took that with full offence. “Oh yeah? Seemed to be real cosy just now with his hands on your waist,” his grip on your waist tightened and you sensed that he was not going to back down. Edging him on, you decided to finally ask him, “What’s it fucking to you, Jungkook?” Upon hearing his name as opposed to his usual nickname, he was seething. Before he could say anything, his phone rang, and he let out a huff before picking it up.

“Yeah? Okay. Yeah coming. Wait for me,” Jungkook sighs and chucked his phone back into his pocket with a grunt. “We’re talking about this later. I’m taking you home.” He eyes you with an expression you’ve never seen before. You had never seen him this angry before. He let go of your waist before marching back to the building to continue working, not sparing you a glance any further. You scoffed at the entire incident and instead of putting your mind to it, you decided to go back in and enjoy the rest of the gala with your friends, keeping a mental note to make him explain his actions later.

The night went by with a speech from Taehyung himself, thanking the guests and everyone who took part in making the gala a success. The gala soon turned into a party an hour before the scheduled ending time. Slow R&B and trendy hip-hop songs blasted from the speakers, and everyone was boozed up from the bottomless champagne. The DJ of the night, Min Yoongi, was God-sent. Upon seeing the younger crowd and how the elder guests bid their goodbyes, he decided to switch up the vibe. The remaining guests made their way to the empty centre of the hall and soon created what seemed like an after-party. You and your friends were never ones to miss out on a good sweat to your favourite beats. Turns out, Kim Seokjin is an enthusiast when it came to Jack Harlow and Summer Walker as well – making his way to your group of friends for a few moves or two. Lisa and Jennie swayed their bodies from side to side, with their hands up in the air, mouthing to the lyrics of the song, with Hoseok and Jimin joining in circling their arms around their shoulders, just like the good old days in the club. Jumping into the circle, you swayed your hips from side to side, with the girls hyping you up. Seokjin soon joined in and just as he was about to put his hand on your shoulder, someone beat him to it as you felt a familiar set of arms circling your waist.

Jungkook’s breath hit your neck and Seokjin was anything but bothered, considering he had no ulterior intentions with you. He smiled at Jungkook and was greeted back with a fake smile, not that Seokjin would know. But Jungkook was not letting it go, he pulled you in closer and grinded his hips against yours. You felt your breath hitch at the contact and before you could turn around, Jungkook leaned in closer to whisper into your ear, “Don’t fucking move baby, unless you want me to fuck you in front of him.”

His words sent chills down your spine. This was the first time he’s ever said something like that to you and you couldn’t help but feel your insides bubble from the possessive tone of his voice. You relaxed in his touch and continued what you were doing. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice how Jungkook was practically dry humping you and glaring at Seokjin. In a few seconds, Yoongi spiced up his playlist with a little Chris Brown, with ‘Loyal’ making its way to everyone’s ears. Everyone’s position shifted and you could feel yourself being tugged towards Lisa and Jennie. The three of you continued to sway your hips, humming to the familiar tune. Soon you see Namjoon, his girlfriend Jisoo, Taehyung and Rose making their way towards you guys to join you.

Seokjin took the opportunity to slither his way into the circle and before Jungkook could barge into what seemed like a sacred Chris Brown circle, Seokjin slung his arm around your shoulders and as if it couldn’t get any worse, both of you just had to utter the lyrics “These hoes ain’t loyal”. It felt like something just convulsed inside of Jungkook, he needed to show everyone you were his. You caught Jungkook’s stare and just to further test him, you moved just a little bit closer to Seokjin but it looked way too close for Jungkook’s comfort. If it weren't for the dim lights, you would clearly see how his nostrils flared and jaw tightened at the sight of you pissing him off on purpose. He managed to make his way to where you were and pulled your back towards his chest. He left open kisses on your neck, not giving a shit to the eyes of whoever was looking. “You’re gonna fucking get it when we get home.” He muttered into the shell of your ear and drew kitten licks on it. You swore you felt your nipples harden and you would be lying if you said you weren't a little excited at the statement he made. You brought his hands a little higher to stop right below the curve of your breasts, the lights dim enough to shield what would seem to be an inappropriate gesture. You feel his warm breath on your neck and what felt like a smile. “Don’t test me, baby,” his voice as low as ever, as you pushed your hips back further. Everyone seemed too zoned in to notice you two. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feigned innocence and decided to leave him hanging as you strut towards your group of friends with the intro of Salt-N-Pepa’s ‘Push It’ ringing from the speakers.

A few songs later, everyone agreed it was time to go home. You bid your friends goodbye and Seokjin thanked you, amongst others, for the night of his life after a long time. Lisa and Jennie hugged you goodbye and gave you a knowing look, almost wishing you good luck in officially breaking your barriers tonight. You and Jungkook made your way to his car and the ride home was silent. You didn’t utter a word fearing a fight might start and Jungkook was too angry to say anything. You rolled your eyes from time to time at how he wouldn't even spare you a glance. You looked away from him and faced the window, while Jungkook tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyebrows facing downwards during the whole 25-minute journey.

As soon as you reached his apartment, you kicked off your heels that were basically torturing your feet tonight. You marched into his room to the dressing table and took off your jewellery and as soon as you begin tugging off your gloves, you looked up in the mirror to see an angry Jungkook charging towards you. He settled his arms around you, caging you as he gripped the table in front of you. You could see his chest heaving as he looked down at the floor. His mouth opened before closing to clench his jaw again,- as if trying to form the right sentences. He looked up at your reflection and you could feel him inching closer. You stared at his dark orbs through his reflection, scared to say anything that might piss him off even further.

“You like having the attention of other men?” He questioned you and your eyes widened and you shook your head. “What? No Jungkook what the fuck?” He wasn’t letting go of what happened. “Do I really need to spell it out for you that you’re mine?” He looks at you intensely. Your heart started beating really fast as you stared back at him. He placed his hands on your waist and you feel his face come closer to yours. You loved the sight you were seeing in the mirror,- as if you two were made for each other.

“Isn’t it obvious that I like you? And I thought it was fucking obvious I wanted you for myself, Y/N. I thought you liked me too the same way. I don’t know what went wrong but I thought we were exclusive. I’m yours and yours only, I’ve never thought of being with anyone else. I thought we were on the same page but tonight it just seemed like I’ve read the whole thing wrong.”

You were beyond stunned. Finally, the long-awaited clarification. You felt like you were on cloud nine upon hearing his words. You placed your palm over his hand. “Jungkook I like you and you only. Heck, whatever we’ve been doing… It’s clear that we don’t just like each other. I want you and you only.” You looked at him, with all seriousness in your tone as you told him how much he meant to you.1

His eyes soften at your words, but his hold on you tightened. “Yeah? You’ve always been my girl.” His insides almost exploded, finally getting to utter the words he’s been dying to say for the longest. Now that everything was out, you no longer felt any shame in what you had to say next.

“Then show me.” You responded with an eyebrow raised. 

He chuckled lowly, knowing full well what you were implying. He kissed your temple before he let go of you to bring a chair to sit in front of the full-length mirror on the other side of the room. He took off his blazer and his turtleneck and his belt. Toned muscular body and tattoos just for your eyes. He spread his legs wide and patted his lap. “Strip for me baby girl, and come here.” You did as you were told, slowly undressing, and you could see the bulge in his pants grow at the sight of your lacy undergarments. You loved the sight in front of you - a shirtless Jungkook was not going to hide the lust you had for him. “Take it all off, baby girl.” He palmed his crotch and instructed further with half-lidded eyes and a finger brushing his lips.

As you stripped off the last piece of clothing you had, you made your way towards him, wanting to straddle him but he turned you around and seated you on his lap with your back against his taut chest. You look at the sinful reflection in front of you. He spread your legs wider with his knees, groaning at the sight of you in front of him. He brought his palms to your tits, pinching your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. You tried to close your legs but he pushed it further with his knees. He sucked on a spot on your neck, before letting his hands glide down from your tits to your wet heat.

“Fuck baby girl, always so ready for me.” He growled at the touch of your damp pussy. He circled your clit slowly and you moaned in delight. With one hand on your tit, and the other on your clit, he stared at your reflection, proud of the position you were in. He smirked at the fact that he was the only one that got to see you like this. “Can you squirt for me like last time princess?” The question sounded more like an order.

“I… I don’t know, that was the first time I’ve ever done that…” Your shy response only further inflated his ego. To know that he was the one that caused it caused his pants to tighten further.

He circled your clit faster and felt your wetness coat his tattoo-clad fingers, he slipped two fingers and you moaned at the contact. He pumped his fingers fast and you closed your eyes at the sensation building up. “Open your fucking eyes baby.” He said as he slid his other hand up to your throat, wanting you to look at the mess you are for him. As you opened your eyes, you were so amazed at the ways your bodies were connected. He stared at you through the mirror with lust-filled eyes, your legs spread wide for him on his lap, as his fingers fuck you into oblivion. You did your best to keep your eyes open, the lewd sight in front of you further fuelling your insides. 

His thumb circled your clit as he continued to pump into you. He altered his speed and had you wanting more of his touch. He continued to spew dirty words into your ears, praising you for being such a good little girl for him.

“That’s it baby girl, so fucking good for me. You wanna cum for me?” Effortlessly, he had you in the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively.

“Yes, yes daddy! Fucking yes, don’t stop!” He almost stops at the way you called him daddy. You were his sexual fantasies incarnated and he was sure you were meant for him at this very moment. As if you were a fucking angel from heaven, he increases his speed and at the sound of his new favourite nickname. 

“Yeah? You’re daddy’s good little slut aren’t you? Cum for daddy, show daddy how much you love his fingers.” His hold on your throat tightened and his insane speed in finger-fucking you almost throws you off the edge. His dirty talk fuelling your orgasm even more as you feel a knot form in your lower half.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop daddy!” You begged him as you feel your orgasm approaching. In a matter of seconds, you reach your high and liquid gushes out of you as his fingers leave your pussy to rub your clit fast. Jungkook groans at the sight of you squirting all over his bedroom floor, and he’s even more turned on when he sees the remnants of your orgasm staining his mirror. As you gauge your breathing and finally open your eyes, you see Jungkook leaving wet kisses on your neck. 

"Showed you well, didn’t I? You're all mine, princess. My fucking girl," he said lowly before biting your neck. He brought his fingers up and tapped your lips, and you opened them and sucked his fingers off, eyes not leaving his. “Fucking made for me.” He groans at the way your tongue circles his wet fingers and swiftly gets up planting your feet on the floor. 

He hoists you up and places you on the bed, before getting rid of his pants and boxers. His cock springs up to his abdomen, the tip red and angry, almost as if it was suffocating from the tight constraints of his clothing. 

You got on all fours and made your way to his cock, quickly grabbing his length and swirling your tongue over his tip. “Fucking hell princess, warn me next time.” He growled at the unexpected gesture from you.

You moaned in delight and sucked on his cock like a popsicle. You toyed with his balls and that seemed to elicit a high pitched groan from him. “Baby girl so cock-hungry?” He asks and all you do is hummed as you continued sucking is cock, putting it deeper into your throat before choking and releasing it. He grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock back into your mouth, keeping a steady pace has he fucks your face.

You bring your fingers to your clit to get off and Jungkook pushes his cock deeper inside you. “Fucking perfect, your mouth is … Oh god…” He can’t even finish his sentence as you suck his tip. Jungkook feels himself on the verge of his orgasm so he moves himself away from your mouth and pushes you downwards towards the bed. “I’m going to cum inside you only.” He says as he starts rubbing your sensitive clit, and you feel a second orgasm coming.

He brings his tongue down to your pussy and his tongue prods into your entrance before he sucks your clit harshly, earning a high-pitched moan from you. He continues to work his tongue on your pussy and soon you felt your second orgasm setting in and you twitch as he places a kiss on your clit.

Jungkook fucking loves the way you were sprawled in front of him right now, all fucked out and soaking wet. “Daddy’s gonna need you to come one more time on his cock, princess.” Your eyes opened at the remark and you see him flipping you on all fours, ass up face down, before his cock slowly enters you.

“Fuck how are you still so tight?!” He groans in pleasure. “Fuck me hard daddy.” You urged him. He began to move fast and the room was filled with groans, moans and grunts alongside skin slapping sounds. You pleaded for him to fuck you faster and he complied with your request.

“Daddy’s good little slut…” He says as he brings his hands down to smack your ass. You moaned at the slap and played with your clit. He spanks you once more and rubs the redness that was forming on your skin. “My fucking perfect angel. You're so good to daddy.” He grabbed your hips and began thrusting harder into you. 

You don’t know how but you felt another orgasm approach you in your sensitive state. Your walls clenched around Jungkook’s cock and seconds later your third orgasm washes over you, making you slump into the sheets, a sight so familiar to Jungkook already. He feels his orgasm approaching and increased his speed.

“I’m gonna cum, princess,” Jungkook says with a low grunt. “Cum inside me please daddy.” You begged him and he lost it. Soon you felt hot spurts of cum coat your walls and his pace slowed down. You two moaned at the feeling and panted as Jungkook rides out his orgasm. 

He slowly pulled out his cock and hungry eyes set on the string of white liquid that followed through. He couldn’t help it but gather it with his fingers and pushed it back into your cunt, earning a whimper out of you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot with my cum in you. Just let me play with you for a bit.” His eyes were glued to your pussy possessively, wanting you to be full of his cum. He’s dreamt of this for so long and now that it’s happening right in front of him, he can’t help but push his cum back into you.

Your breath quickened and Jungkook took that as a sign that you wanted more. He inserted another finger and slowly fucked his cum back into you. You pushed your ass towards him, urging him to go faster. With how soaked you were, you only needed a little bit to reach you high.

“Fucking slut just can’t get enough can you?” He mocks you as he continues to push his fingers back in. You played with your nipples and you nodded. “Want you daddy, wanna cum again.”

He threw his head back at the sound of your lewd words. He continued to fuck you with his fingers and within seconds, he heard your breath quicken and the soft yes repeating like a mantra. A few more thrusts from his ring-clad fingers had you cumming for the fourth and final time for the night. You rolled over and the sweat glistened on your body, making you look like a Goddess under the orange lights. "You did so well baby girl, fuck," he praises you with a few pecks on your chest and face. You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the tiredness seep in. 

Your eyes then opened in shock when you heard a click sound and the flash go off. You see Jungkook behind his camera, taking a few more photos for his own personal safekeeping. "Oh my God, Kook!" You attempted to cover your body but Jungkook pinned your wrist to the side of your head. "Pictures last longer right?" He smirked and you scoffed. "Or you can just do it again to me, you know," you rolled your eyes and then closed them. Jungkook chuckles and puts his camera on the side table, taking the time to finally admire you. Your smudged make-up, glowing body, evident cum stains in between your legs, red marks on your neck, waist and hips. He would kill to see you like this every single day, not just fucked out on his bed but just being on his bed in general.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, you feel Jungkook wiping your centre with a washcloth and he settles himself next to you. Breaking the silence, Jungkook opens his mouth first to say something.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” You instantly turned your head towards him and see the sincerity in his eyes. Relief washes over him for finally admitting his feelings and you smiled back at him, not too surprised at his statement. “I love you too Kook, always have.” You moved closer to him and you kissed him. The kiss was passionate and everything just felt right.

“Just to be clear, you’re my boyfriend right?” You broke the kiss off and questioned him. He laughs at your question. “Of course I am, I don’t know about you but in my head you were always my girlfriend.”

Your heart melted upon hearing his words. Both of you laughed at the idiots you’ve been all this while, playing a part in the unspoken relationship you two made complicated. While some things are better left unspoken, some things are better when said. Just like now, you guys can tell everyone about your relationship without shrugging it off.

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a/n: okay bye shielding myself from the filth now

[lousirs]

this is a dump about the uglydolls movie novel 💋💋💋

Alrighty I'm basically a regular here SO LETS GET TO IT

lodoeheie so I just got the movie novel of uglydolls because i need to fill my hunger for uglydolls content and THERE R SO MANY LITTLE DETAILS AND DIFFERENCES IN THE BOOK???!!???

ok so Lou's monologue in the pipes are completely different and they kind of point out details about Lou like his loafers being expensive and allat

BUT IM NOT TALING ABOTU TAGT

there's this one part in the book where they are about to reveal Ox after the all dolled up scene and instead of Ox, Nolan was behind Lou???? I think it was just supposed to show how awkward Nolan is idk 💀💀

ALSO for some reason I feel like EVERUTIME Nolan made an appearance they always described him as "the handsome doll" and I find that so so silly but I love it

oh YEYEHA it's implied in the book that the dolls wear their own clothes when they aren't doing training which was not the case in the movie (probably due to animation complications)

in the gauntlet scene, in the book, it was Mandy who kinda taunted Lou to participate in the gauntlet rather than him deciding to buy himself. Also it made me think why he even decided to join it in both medias when he knew he'd fail but my friend and I just established that at that point he was probably already batshit crazy and had nothing to lose

the whole Ox flashback part was longer and had more details to it. So both Lou and Ox went for the gauntlet together and completed it but it showed that they failed and everyone thought it was Ox that caused them to fail when it was really Lou (kind of sad that Lou probably knew it was himself and had to put the blame on Ox)

it was also mentioned that both Lou and Nolan have somewhat of a muscular build so time to make some new head cannons

IM SO SORRY THAT THESE POINTS WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND THERE'S TYPOS EVERYWHERE

I just found thrse so interesting I'm so sorry

the book is pretty good imo (probably biased) and there's more stuff than what I put here so DEFINITELY go read it for yourself

why hello, we meet again... time for more rambling xD STRAP IN EVERYONE!

yes!! i've known about the novel for a hot minute. i haven't bought or read it (...yet) but i remember seeing silentreadersmatter (i believe?) post about it on wattpad... so shoutout to them lol. anywho time to respond to each thing mentioned in order (just about)...

lou with loafers!!: i always assumed he wore some sort of fancy shoewear... so it's nifty that they added clarification i guess xD

awkward nolan: awkward nolan is the superior nolan (in my opinion. i'm sorry lads)... i see nolan be depicted as a 'uwu soft boy bottom" most of the time... but i always thought he was just a awkward doll. like, an anxious mess that is trying his best but fumbles constantly. he's a ball of anxiety, and i love him. ANYWAYS

buff nolan real??: GOSH, I AM SO GLAD SOMEONE NOTICED THE MUSCULAR NOLAN THING. i always imagined nolan to be taller than the other dolls (he isn't really in the film but i always headcanoned it so because his uniform is smaller as if he was too big for it) but once i saw him be called "handsome" and "tall" and "muscular" in the novel, i flipped. the little baby boy is actually a BIG BUFF BABY. i have a doodle of this from a few months ago heheh... (thank you for giving me an excuse to show it because it's been lingering in my files for a while LMAO)

^^^ lou is just trying to act evil and devious but he got this tall, handsome muscular doll getting in his way xD

ohhh but i can just imagine instead of the robot dog taking lou to the washer, nolan personally picks him up and drags him there. now THAT'S a moment i want to see.

fashion: oh, i didn't know about the clothes thing! DAMNIT i want to see them all in casual clothing, so i know what kind of styles they wear!! i mean, there's a concept art with lou in a white jumper with a golden 'L' on it... but that's all.

i have my headcanons for what they wear, but it would be cool to see... especially since most other dolls normally do have numerous outfits for the kids to dress them up in.

gauntlet: yeah, lou kinda lost the plot around that point. i would take a guess that he was probably unnerved by just basically killing two dolls, one that he knew (possibly for a while) and one that was close to his old friend, so when he saw mandy still alive he was like "well sh*t." and then came the downward spiral of him trying to sabotage the others, before inevitably sabotaging himself. ...but i think the book's version of mandy getting the crowds to peer pressure lou to joining the gauntlet made more sense (lou's reputation would be at stake and his reputation is basically all he has) than him joining anyways in the film. i guess they tried to make it make more sense with the whole "I don't even have to win. I just need to make sure you lose." but ehh... eh....

ox's tragic anime backstory: yes!! they should've done this version in the film honestly. perhaps they could've even shown lou's regret for lying to basically his only friend. ...oh wait, i forgot. lou's meant to be a 100% evil villain who kicks babies. anyways, again i feel that the novel made more sense than the canon we got in film. i guess in the film ox got recycled because he was causing others to fail by accident? but the novel's version is much more interesting.

if i remember correctly (and if i don't, count this as a rewritten version lol) the assistant robots took ox away after he 'failed' in the novel. i can imagine a scene where we are in ox's perspective, being forcefully dragged away to the pipes whilst lou looks at him, dread and sadness written across his face, yet he doesn't try to stop the robots. he just stands there, biting back his guilt. ohh... if only...

STRONG BOYS!!: heheheheh strong nolan and lou... would be funny if nolan didn't appear strong, but is actually stronger than lou. but then again, how can you tell if the doll is strong? they all look like same. lou says his arms are bumped or whatever in ugly truth but WHERE? WHERE'S THE BUMPED ARMS LOU??

anywho, thank you for the novella lore dump! for anyone who is interested, go check out the novel as well. it's pretty interesting if you are deep into doll purgatory. (also it's mentioned that ox used to wear a fedora from what i remember)(THAT IS TERRIBLE. I LOVE IT)

[lexicals]

System collapse notes made as I read:

(Spoilers, obvs, mostly out of context)

Amazing opening page as usual. This feels like coming home I'm so happy

Side note, "one of you" - like, is this being delivered to an actual audience, or does mb just like to pretend it is? I know it's just an in-universe excuse for the conceit but either option is so good

ART canon tax fraud?? ART canon embezzlement???

ART @ BE ship: "people die in car crashes all the time. I just thought that was interesting :)"

The note about iris having grown up alongside ART is so funny. And the note about her being ART's ratthi is so sweet from both sides of that comparison

I adore Three so much. The fucking baby deer comparison killed me this poor construct

I could be misremembering but it feels like secunit's narration has more colloquialisms than before, which is fun if I'm right

Love than mb and mensah have the exact same reaction to the extra settlement lmao. Handshake meme

ARGUCUSSION

SECUNIT YOUR BOUNDARIES. YOUR NEEDS. PLEASE STOP TELLING PEOPLE YOU'RE FINE

"Fun stuff like space battles and rescuing people and space monsters and throwing asteroids at planets" this bot loves its cheesy tv so much I'm gonna cry

WHY DO YOU KEEP REDACTING THINGS SECUNIT PLS THIS IS STRESSFUL. I can't tell if this is it editing out trauma discussion or something else

Mb casually using ART as a dictionary lmao

Oh god is it hurting over 2.0 specifically. Oh man of course it is. God this poor bot I'm so 😭

Mb and ART working as a team so fluidly.... best friends......

Ratthi can tell secunit is busy thinking/working just by glancing at it.... FRIENDS.....

"SENTIENCE SUCKS" LMAO. YEAH OKAY WE'VE ALL FELT THAT

MB JUST HAS THE VIDEO FILE OF RATTHI ALMOST GETTING EATEN BY A WORM ON HAND. AMAZING

Mb and pin-lee bonding over watching scifi car crash videos. Incredible

SECUNIT THE SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES. LITERALLY TRYING TO JUMP OUT OF A PLANE WITHOUT A PARACHUTE. PLEASE

I'm gonna cry pls mb stop beating yourself up for being traumatised. This is exactly what you were giving mensah shit about!!!!!

"It was always my job to get hurt" I Am Going To Fucking Cry

CITING ITS SOURCE ON THE PRE CR HISTORY LESSON LMAO

God I feel like this poor bot spent six books building up its confidence and it's all just been shattered after the thing with 2.0. Like it's so palpable in the narration that it thinks it's broken in some way and is forcing itself to carry on regardless but with no regard for its own survival, which has always been of pretty high priority for it even in ASR!! It's let itself get beaten up in the other books but it's never been reckless like this. Mb please stop punishing yourself.....

Ohh tarik and mb shared corpo trauma..... can we talk about that maybe

Ratthi correcting iris about the ex-secunit thing.... ouuououugghghh

"Under normal circumstances that would be kind of hilarious" mb honey as a reader. That IS hilarious

Mb "so is this guy your..... ex-security..... not that I'm feeling jealous or insecure rn....."

HEY GUYS YOU EVER HAVE A PTSD FLASHBACK SO BAD YOU PASS OUT. GUYS

HEY GUYS HAVE YOU EVER HAD YOUR BRAIN-CRASHING PTSD FLASHBACK ANALYSED IN DETAIL BY A BUNCH OF PEOPLE YOU WANT TO RESPECT YOU

Mb once again having the worst time of its life but being offered a media archive by a friendly bot: oh fuck yes hello there

Ooooh pre-corpo media no less......

THE ART THERAPY-SPEAK..... "that’s for humans" "this affects the part of you that is human" I'm going to yell and yell and yell

"No, it doesn't read my mind, it just knows me really well" 🥺

I feel like MW has gotten more up to date on current gender/pronoun usage since the earlier books which is nice to see. We've had neopronouns before but having pronouns attached to feed/character intros is new and appreciated

Mb: "aw fuck am I being tall and intimidating again"

Local secunit physically repelled by power phrase "sexual discussion" like a fucking skyrim shout

VISUAL EQUIVALENT OF A WET BLANKET..... SECUNIT......

OHH...... OHHHHH!!!!! OHH MY GOD THE. IS THIS THE. WHEN I TALKED ABOUT THE CONCEIT EARLIER.........

Oh okay no BUT MURDERBOT NEW CREATIVE DIRECTOR POSITION BABEY!!!!!

And ratthi is so supportive. God I'm so. AAAAUGH

Just patch out the anxiety lmao. New mental illness fix dropped please restart your OS to apply

Telling your bestie to fuck off IS a kind of love language and I'm glad that ART appreciates it 😌

LITERALLY "(INTERNAL SCREAMING)". LMAO

Mb literally in a life or death situ rn: I could just burn part of this person's brain out to save us..... that seems mean though :/

"I lack a sense of proportional response" LMAO ART. At least it's self-aware

"I didn't come here to make friends" says the secunit who literally cannot go anywhere without forming some kind of allyship with someone

The delayed-hack though, that's fun. Wonder whether this file is gonna slowly make its way from CR secunit to CR secunit as mb gradually becomes some kind of mythic figure, lmao

"Be safe" 🥺

FINAL GIRL IS OUT. FINAL DRONE IS IN

ART: "Oooh you guys care about me ^^ lol"

LMAO ART YOUNGER SIBLING BEHAVIOUR

ALSO YES SET THREE UP WITH THE OTHER CRAZY SMART AI THEY CAN ALL GET A SECUNIT BESTIE!!!!

Murderbot trauma acknowledgement 😌 You go working through your feelings mb you're doing so well ily

WHERE ARE WE GOING NEXXXTTTT THAT IS INDEED THE QUESTION!!!

Summary thoughts: this was really good and I like that MW has taken the time to address the NE fallout before moving on to whatever is coming next, I'm mostly just excited for that whatever-comes-next now. I didn't expect this story to still be focused on the same planet, but it's cool that it was! And now we're moving on with more machine intelligences and rogue secunits in play!! And they mentioned the comfortunit from artificial condition so hopefully that'll come back into play soon as well! I feel like something is building up wrt construct rights in the setting and I'm very excited to see that, but in the meantime I loved getting this familiar romp through MB having a very bad day and working through its emotions while also trying not to die. And it was fun having the twist on the usual formula with things being so isolated and it having to handle everything while being off its game, it felt a lot more tense than some of the other entries just by virtue of the fact that MB's narration was so much less confident than usual, and it made it really nice to hear the fire come back to its voice once we hit that point in the story. 11/10 as usual I love this bot so goddamn much

[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Fannish Year Review - 2023

Thank you for the tag @enigmaticxbee !

1. Your main fandom of the year: the x-files, my one and only. really my only fandom for awhile now.

2. Your favorite film this year: barbie was on the only movie i saw in theaters and i loved it! i also really enjoyed smile, thought it was actually scary and sosie bacon was great.

3. Your favorite book this year: hard to pick! i finally read the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid and loved it. malibu rising by the same author was good as well. and i have some questions for you by rebecca makkai, which read like a true crime podcast.

4. Your favorite album or song this year: it came out in 2022, but stick season by noah kahan continues to be on played on repeat.

5. Your favorite tv shows this year: i enjoyed the new seasons of never have i ever, you, black mirror, and the handmaid's tale (not actually new, but the latest season). as for completely new to me - i really liked dopesick, jury duty, and search party!

6. Your favorite tumblr community this year: x-files is the only community i'm a part of lmao.

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: kinda lame but anytime i see new fans of txf on tumblr, i get excited :)

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: the lack of hype around the 30th anniversay. not on tumblr - i loved everyone's gifs and contributions in september. but no mention from david and/or gillian? c'mon.

9. Your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: mulder&scully4eva

10. Your biggest squeeze moment of the year: just the fact that people keep writing fics for a 30 year show - i love reading them all. but special shoutouts to gaslight by @sisterspooky1013 and pause by @cecilysass - there were both suspenseful & entertaining stories that sparked a lot of interesting discussion and theories! thank you for posting chapter by chapter, it felt like watching the show.

tagging @cyb3rpeach, @mandalorianmuffin, @gingerteaonthetardis, @cutemothman, @pennyserenade, @bakedbakermom, @suitablyaggrieved

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 12 Group 56

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Date-Sagan Family: Kaname Date, Mizuki Date, Hitomi Sagan, Iris Sagan, Aiba

God Kids: Apollo & Meg McCaffery

Mods note: I couldn't find a picture of all of them together. See below the cut for others. And if you have one of all of them, please give it to me.

Submissions are still open!

Date-Sagan Family:

(Date Family)

Date literally takes in a whole child when he can barely remember how to take care of himself all because she needs him!! Because he’s the only adult who can and is willing to take care of Mizuki even if she’s his friend’s kid, he gives her a comfortable and stable home where she can be the bratty kid she really is instead of trying to be quiet and out of the way! Then there’s Date’s sentient AI eyeball prosthetic Aiba, they bicker but deeply care about each other and he doesn’t know how to function without her and by the end of Mizuki’s route in the game they canonically ARE all a found family together and I love them lmao.

They have the best father-daughter/older brother-younger sister/two random assholes stuck together dynamic you could possibly ask for. Mizuki's bio parents sucked so when she was 8 Date was like hey, come live with me, we'll be roommates for like a month while your parents get their shit together. And then they were roommates for FOUR YEARS. Mizuki bullies Date constantly and Date makes dumb jokes that she hates and they're both stupid tsunderes that can't admit they really care for each other until it's the end of the line and a bunch of people are dead (it's a murder mystery game and a LONG story). At the beginning of the game Date uses his expensive secret agent machine to go inside Mizuki's brain and solve puzzles in her dreams to help her recover from trauma, and then at the END of the yellow route (the best ending IMO) Mizuki does the same thing for Date and there's a moment where she can run to her parents and leave Date alone..... but she runs to Date instead... and it makes me fucking WEEP!!! they care so so much about each other and it makes me fuckign feral I want to eat my computer they are so goddamn family

(Date-Sagan Family)

sometimes a family is you, your left eye, your wife, and the two weird girls you adopted

God Kids:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(