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satoruxx · 6 months

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sorry to go feral in your inbox but ghostface!miguel who is crazy about you (in a good way I promise) and does everything in his power to protect you and keep those horrible college guys from your classes away from you but you only know him as the mysterious gravelly voice who calls you every night that you’ve grown fond of as your personal lullaby-

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader | 1.5k words summary: ghostface!miguel, stalking, possessive miguel, violence, death, killing, obsessive behavior, suggestive, killer miguel ofc, reader is WAY too trusting, miggy just loves you so much !! rheya’s note: NONNIE BABES YOU GENIUS !! he absolutely would oh my fucking god. i am so normal about this (going feral) i was literally squealing while writing this it was rough. why is this concept hot? do i need therapy? probably. anyways he's a creep in this but in a good way? (the way this ask literally got me inspired to draw ghostface!miguel UGH) anyways ENJOY !!

miguel isn't a bad guy. he's not. he's one of the good guys actually, a hero. he's always been a hero.

it's not his fault that there are some assholes in the world that are fucked up, preying on innocent people who just want to live their lives.

sweet, innocent people like you.

how a girl as sweet and precious as you managed to get yourself surrounded by such horrible people is beyond him. and you're so nice too, always assuming that nobody has it out for you or that everyone has some good in them. with that mindset, you were just asking to be put in danger.

so, being the hero that he is, it's his obligation to look out for you, right?

it starts off quietly. he doesn't make an effort to connect with you, choosing to watch you from the shadows as he silently tracks your day. miguel is nothing if not observant, mentally noting every single person you interact with or looks your way. and if they get a little too close, a little too comfortable? well, then he'd just have to take care of that for you, wouldn't he?

he hates that one flirty coworker of yours, always leaning a little too close to you and chatting like he's your fucking boyfriend. miguel can see the little crease of discomfort in your brows whenever that coworker is nearby, and he decides that he hates that expression on you. but you feel fine afterwards, because when your coworker goes missing the next day, you send a quick thank you to the heavens, trying to push down your guilt.

he finds out that you try to make some extra money by tutoring a guy at your school. and when miguel watches the two of you through the windows of the library he feels hatred like no other run through his veins because he doesn't like how this guy looks at you. that asshole probably didn't even need tutoring to begin with, using it as a pathetic excuse to get close to you. what a fucking joke. but you don't have to stress about tutoring anymore because the next day you get a text saying the kid has transferred schools. you never hear from him again.

oh but the worst ones are the ones who ask you out on dates. they don't even know how lucky they are, getting to see you all dolled up and pretty for them, only to absolutely destroy your hopes for a good time. it makes miguel so angry he sees red. every fucking time one of those losers makes a comment that has your shoulders slumping with disappointment, a miserable frown on your pretty lips by the end of the night, he feels sick to his stomach. but he hopes that when you see your date's body on the news the next morning, you won't be so disappointed anymore.

only after watching over you for a while does miguel decide to finally talk to you, finding the perfect hiding spot to watch you through your window as you pick up your ringing phone. he has to stop himself from groaning because your voice sounds so much sweeter when it's in his ear, smooth and precious as you ask who it is. and he can't resist playing with you, dying to hear more as he sighs behind his mask.

"tell me your name and maybe i'll tell you mine." miguel answers, gravelly voice practically purring through the speaker. he can see the confusion on your face as you pace your kitchen, reaching for a bag of chips before walking back to your couch and settling in to watch a movie. he hears the screams from the tv and bites his lip. "what's that noise?"

"a movie." you reply, the expression on your face getting less guarded as you listen to his voice.

"a scary movie?" he asks, leaning against the edge of the roof so that he's got the perfect view of you. you take a chip and pop it in your mouth, chewing quietly, and he follows the movement of your lips with eager eyes.

"mhm," you nod, and miguel thinks it's so fucking cute the way you move your head even though you think he can't see you.

"you like scary movies?" he asks with a hum, and you voice out a yes. his eyes remain hooded and attentive as he effortlessly continues the conversation. "you got a favorite, sweetheart?"

he catches the way you melt under his sweet words, and miguel decides then and there that he's never letting you go. he listens to your answers with a grin, tucking his knife away and watching you animatedly talk to him for the remainder of the night.

and the rest is history.

you tell him about a guy who's bothering you? he'll bury him. someone made you cry? he'll break their legs. your date stood you up? he'll stab them so many times he loses count. and then after all of that, he'll call you like he always does, rumbling honeylike words into his phone as he casually watches you from behind his mask.

"and how was your day today, sweetheart?" he'll drawl out, late at night as he perches on the neighboring roof to your apartment. with the way he's angled he can perfectly see the innocent little smile on your face as you settle in bed, talking on the phone like you're not scared of him at all.

and you shouldn't be, because he'd never hurt you, of course.

some nights you'll giddily tell him about the most exciting parts of your day, smiling and giggling until you fall asleep without a care in the world. but on the nights when you complain or whine about somebody that's made you upset, wronged you, or god forbid, showed interest in you? well, those are the nights miguel has to grit his teeth and clench his fists, trying to control the flare of pure rage that courses through him. he lulls you to sleep with sweet words, trying to keep his cool but still vibrating with anger because who the fuck do they think they are, getting near you like that?

"don't worry, pretty girl," he sighs into the phone, twirling his knife between his fingers. "i'm sure they'll stop bothering you soon enough."

and they do. but you being the precious oblivious little thing you are, assume that you're just lucky. a guardian angel, you had said, was watching over you. miguel had just chuckled into the phone, deep and rich as he smirked at you from the roof once again.

"guardian angel? well lucky you, huh?" he had asked, feeling all too pleased with himself. you agreed with a nod.

well, if that's what you wanted to see him as he had no problem playing guardian angel for you.

and no he doesn't even want you to find out, because the last thing he wants to do is scare you. no no, he'd much rather protect you from the shadows, eliminating every single threat could ever harm a hair on your pretty little head. his reward comes in the form of you living your life, carefree smiles and all.

and granted he feels much more rewarded when he calls you late at night, deep voice teasing with an underlying sense of possessiveness as he speaks to you about anything and everything. he doesn't understand why and how you decided that he was safe to talk to, but you do, laughing and sighing into the phone until you've dozed off.

and if you've accidentally left your windows open, well of course being the gentleman he is, miguel will close them for you. but not before he stands at your bedside, raising his mask to watch you sleep peacefully. such a pretty little thing, so sweet and gentle. and after pulling himself away from your sleeping form, he quietly shuts the window behind him, yanking his mask back down with a smirk because he doesn't want anyone else to see you all vulnerable like that.

you were too trusting to begin with, but you trusting him is alright. after all he's the only one who's been looking out for you. anyone else tries to get near you and he'll have no choice but to tear their limbs off. they could be a threat to you, right?

but that's why he'll never let you out of his sight.

you're his after all.

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k4katsujin · 11 months

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falling asleep with hobie brown! (sfw)

huge thanks to @michelleart8 for helping me choose

huuhhh title pretty self explanatory lmao

idk if i'll make this with other characters but like

yea :3

(half fully written fic half headcanons ?) (yknow what i'll do both)

bit of hurt comfort towards the hug scene? idk

also reader and hobie are in an implied established relationship

(word count: 250/300)

it was one of the many nights you spent waiting for hobie to come back home. with the two of you being spider people, you had a very few moments together.

but it didn't stop you from being in love.

coming home later than your boyfriend, or at least you thought you did, you took endless precautions to not make any noise. (which tbh doesn't make any sense tbh let's js say you're a quiet person)

just in case, you know, he did come home earlier than you...

the first thing that hit you as soon as you entered your appartment was that the window - which you often left open when you sleep so that your boyfriend could sneak in without waking you up - was closed.

you didn't pay it no mind as you thought it was the wind.

you headed to the bathroom to get into your pyjamas, where actually were one of hobie's old t'-shirts- which smell reminds you of home.

you then go to the kitchen to get a midnight snack, your all time favorite.

as you turned around, you notice the presence of your boyfriend.

"hobie? is something wrong?" you ask as you run to hug him.

he gave in the hug, shoving his head into your shoulder.

"so... tired... " he mutters, "glad i'm home..."

it was no surprise: the pressure of being a spider-person was extremely high. even though hobie tried his best to hide it, but even he needed to let it out sometimes.

(time for hcs bc idk how to truly describe the scene + it'll be easier)

i feel like he takes all the room there is on the bed like he'd be in some starfish position

somehow you're always touching him whether he's the big spoon or with your head on his chest or his arm around your shoulders

if you're scared of storms he would hug you close and confort you

"it's ok honey, it can't hurt you as long as i'm with you"

he plays with your hair when he can't fall asleep and wonders how non black people's hair work

if you're black/ a person of color he'd go like "ooo their hair is so cool :0

he secretely likes being the little spoon but he never asks for it

"ya can't sleep huh? want me to sing a sothing melody for ya?" (don't judge i have no idea how british people talk)

he always asks you if he can move if you're laying on him - if you're asleep he just doesn't

I KNOW HE WOULD CONFORT YOU IF YOU HAD A NIGHTMARE

"y'had a bad dream ? c'mhere i'll comfort you"

he braids your hair when he can't fall asleep

idk i feel like he only feels at peace in smalls moments like this when he's with you

also when the two of you can't sleep he plays you songs on his accoustic guitar (idk i feel like he's been given one when he was a kid and that's how he started learning)

maybe holding hands under the blankets? also you conforting him after a very tiring day he'd have his head on your lap and he'd fall asleep like that

he probably pushed you out of the bed more than once

"what the fuck are you doing on the floor??" but then he'd know it's his fault and js laugh about it

that's all i got for now i think i'm v tired atm i'll probably edit this later or do a part tO but like xdd hope you enjoyed ;3

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for getting into a fight with my old boss for replacing me?

I (M19) worked for this guy (M late-30s) as a teenager for a couple of years in a very physically laborious job. I had a pretty shitty home life, and I came to see him as kind of a father figure. He was a bit gruff but was one of the only people who supported and looked after me. He helped me with school, taught me the ropes of the job, and consistently gave advice and backup when needed at work. Most importantly though, he helped me get out of my home situation, which is something I will always be grateful for. I tried my best to make him proud and be helpful to him.

However, while working there, I had an accident that prevented me from working for a while. I won't go into detail, because it would take time and I also don't want to get too gruesome, but I suffered major physical harm and couldn't work, go to school, or really do anything. It wasn't his fault at all, but he was the one that found me after it happened. I think he blames himself for what happened to me. It devastated me, because I really loved working there and working with him, and don't blame him for what happened.

I didn't see him for a while after the accident. In the time it took for me to recover and to be deemed okay to work again, I was desperate to return and see him again. It's actually a miracle I was able to work at all, as the professionals I'd seen all thought there was no hope for me. However, when I did go to see him, I realized that he had hired someone else for my role while I was gone.

To be clear, I hadn't applied for a job with him. He didn't have a job posted or anything, but knew about my home situation and offered me a chance to get away from my family and make some money by basically acting as his assistant.

So he didn't need to hire this other guy (M15), he could've left my position free for me to return to or just got rid of the job entirely. It doesn't help that he acted the same way with this other kid that he used to act with me, like some kind of a father figure/mentor. This other kid even looks like me, it's actually creepy. For all intents and purposes he replaced me.

Furthermore, the thing that caused my accident in the first place hadn't been removed either, which is just neglectful and puts others in danger.

I got so angry and jealous that I lashed out and took over Gotham's criminal underground, naming myself after the old alias of his greatest enemy, the Red Hood, and masterminded a plan to fuck him over. I beat up my replacement while wearing my old uniform, and told my old boss, Batman 🦇, that he could either kill me or kill the thing that caused my accident - or death - which was the Joker 🤡. He choose the Joker, so I blew up the building we were in.

In retrospect, I wonder if I might've overreacted slightly, so AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #fandom aita #unreality #batman #red hood #good enough to post on purpose

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eitaababe · 1 year

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Hiiii can i make a request for a possessive neteyam 🥹 i need one where he x reader argue, and he says something hurtful because he’s jealous and reader goes to leave the hut to cool off because she’s hurt but he makes it up to her ;) WINK WINK maybe a little touch of a begging neteyam as well hehe

Dirty filthy nasty talk as well sorry I’m done now LMAO

SOMEONE ELSE !

a/n — hi love! sorry i don't really feel comfortable writing smut with neteyam (or anyone lmao) just yet 😭 so i just made it a lil suggestive at the end i hope that's ok!! / also since the end is suggestive and implied to lead to something neteyam's aged up cause he's a minor and that would be awk🧍‍♂️

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To say you and Neteyam were inseparable was practically an understatement. Ever since you'd met as kids, you always stuck together. You were there for each other when you got your ikrans, even, and you'd always go on rides together. A dynamic duo, people liked to call you.

So of course, when his family left the clan for the safety of everyone, you couldn't just let your mate leave you. So with some convincing and promising that the Sully's would take you in as their own, your parents reluctantly agreed, deciding you could choose your own future.

Though you missed the forrest, being by the ocean was something you'd never experienced before, and it was one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen. There were so many creatures and the people were different in many ways, you were excited to learn about everything.

However, you grew less and less thrilled when you realized the time you spent with Neteyam would diminish to very little. He was always out and about, getting to ride his ilu and protecting his siblings from those in the village who looked down upon them. He was always so stressed, so tired, that when you did hang out, you always felt like a burden, or an argument would start.

So you started to keep your distance, and as a result, met new people and made new friends. You started to enjoy the presence of a boy named Rotxo, who was allegedly one of Ao'nung's friends. You were skeptic at first, not hearing so good things about his friend, but the more you got to know him, he became a trustworthy friend. He heard all about your struggles with Neteyam, always a good listener and giving good advice.

Although, Neteyam didn't see you and Rotxo's relarionship as anything friendly. In fact, whenever he spotted you two, he could be sulking for the rest of the day. Granted, it was his fault you two haven't been talking as much, and he could probably just have talked to you about it. But he didn't know how, and as a result, you'd found another person to fill his company.

Was he really that easy to replace?

Finally having enough, Neteyam wordlessly grabbed your arm, dragging you away mid-conversation with Rotxo. He ignored your protests and took to a secluded area, stopping only to be met with a harsh glare.

"What the hell, Neteyam?" You shouted, crossing your arms. Yikes. He didn't think that one through. "What's your problem? I was talking to him!"

"Well maybe I don't want you talking to him!"

"Why?" You inquired, annoyed at his antics. "You don't get to decide who I can and can't talk to. I'm my own person. Plus he's my friend. And he's been better company than you, as of late."

His heart dropped at the blow, knowing you were right. "It just makes me uncomfortable, okay? I don't like him being close to you."

"Oh, you don't like someone else enjoying my company? Sorry Neteyam, but I'm not going to wait around alone and close myself off from everyone else just because you refuse to talk to me! I happen to enjoy talking to Rotxo, and there's nothing you can do that will stop me."

"Fine then," he snapped, jealousy overcoming him. "Go! Go be with Rotxo. See if I care," he paused, sinking his fingers into the palms of his fists and unable to stop himself from digging an even bigger whole. "I have others who want my company. There's many metkayina women who would enjoy my presence."

Offended that he would say such a thing, you scoffed, not recognizing the man standing in front of you. "Fine then! Go be with another woman!"

"I will!" He responded without thinking, immediately regretting it when he saw the look on your face.

"I never want to see you again." You seethed, eyes glossy as you walked hastily away from him, leaving a regretful Neteyam.

The days that passed by all felt like a blur, your heart throbbing. Did he really mean that? Was he tired of you? Were you making a mistake when you decided to follow him and his family? Rotxo listened to all your worries, comforting you and helping you avoid Neteyam at all costs.

He kept looking for you, wanting a chance to apologize. He wishes he had just kept his mouth shut, or went after you once you walked away. The scene replayed in his head constantly, thinking of what he could've done different to make you not hate him.

So he waited until after eclipse, and when everyone else went to bed, he went out to the beach, knowing you would be there. You always enjoyed the solitude of nighttime, when nobody else was awake and you could watch the waves peacefully on your own.

Neteyam slowly made his way up to you, awkwardly clearing his throat to grab your attention. When you actually turned around and focused on him he was shocked, wide eyed and speechless. "Um, hi."

"Hi." you curtly responded, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand.

"Please, y/n. I want to apologize." He pleaded.

You gave him a look, as if saying to get on with it. He hesitated, not completely sure what to say. "I'm...i'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it. I was jealous that you were spending more time with Rotxo."

You stayed silent still, making him nervous. "And I don't want another woman," he added, looking you dead in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it. You are the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. You are kind, sweet, loyal, and have been nothing but the best for me. I took that for granted, so when I saw you enjoying the company of another, it pissed me off. I cannot stand the thought of you being with someone who isn't me." he stopped, and you noticed his eyes starting to glimmer in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry. Truly. And if you don't forgive me I understand." Neteyam finally finished, his chest rising up and down shakily.

"Oh, ma Neteyam," you cooed, taking his face in your hands. You wiped away the tears that fell down his face with your thumbs, kissing where they fell. "I could never want anyone other than you. I just need you to talk to me next time, okay? No more keeping your problems from me. I'm here to help you with your burdens, not hide them."

The boy nodded wordlessly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "I promise, my love. I will never make you feel like I want someone else again."

He then trailed kisses down your jaw, lips softly moving over the skin of your neck. His teeth grazed over it, biting lightly. He chuckled from the soft sound that left your throat, kisses drifting down below your neck. He pressed you against a tree, knee separating your legs.

"Neteyam, not here." You breathed out, not making any attempt to stop him. But, you really didn't want to get caught by anyone in a public area like this.

"Shh, my love," he soothed, hands wafting towards your loincloth. "I'm gonna make it up to you, okay?"

Oh, you were in for a long night.

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a/n — i literally had no idea how to write the ending i'm sorry if it's bad 🧍‍♂️

#avatar x reader #neteyam sully #avatar #neteyam #neteyam angst #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully x you #neteyam x reader #avatar fluff #neteyam fic #neteyam imagine #— requests !#— answered

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jaemmphilia · 11 months

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★ 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 ★ || han j.s

★ summary: after nearly dying in the pool, you and han chill out together while you calm down. after you feel better, you watch as the boys have fun in the pool. later, you all are tasked to choose food ingredients without knowing what everyone else chose. you all cook the food together and then you all have a debate and get to know each other.

★ characters: bang chan, lee know, changbin, y/n (he/him pronouns, masculine frame), hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, i.n

★ warnings: none that i can think of really, mentions of food and cooking, han is falling in love with the pretty reader :3, lee know and seungmin are onto han, mentions of jay why pee

★ word count: 2.6K (2663)

★ binnie's thoughts: welcome to part two of the mixtape series! uhm, i felt the need to start working on this right away, so pls let me know your thoughts by reblogging or commenting!!

★ requested?: nope, just a continuation

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

After the nine of you– minus you, technically– finish swimming, you all venture inside to take nice, hot showers and change into clean clothes before filming resumes. You’re seated on your bed, fresh out of the shower, your red-dyed hair dripping cold water onto your shoulders. You would grab your towel, but you’re too lazy to get up, honestly. You scroll through your phone, checking your socials when you hear a soft knock at the door. You turn your attention to the door before speaking:

“Come in!” you call out, and Jisung opens the door a bit, poking his head through. You chuckle at him, and you tilt your head at him. “What’s up, Han?”

Han opens the door more, stepping inside the room. He fiddles with his hands, and you can tell he wants to say something, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite.” you bark out a laugh, which makes Han chuckle. You smile wider, liking the sight of his toothy smile.

“I just wanted to check up on you. You know, to make sure you’re okay after what happened earlier.” he says, finally looking at your face and not at his sock-clad feet.

You hum before answering him, “Yeah, I’m all good. And tell Changbin-hyung not to beat himself up about pushing me. I should have told you all about my fear of water.”

“Yeah, but it’s not anyone’s fault. It was just a tricky situation that went south real fast.” he says, and you nod with a shrug. “We’re all going downstairs to play games and sing. Wanna join us?” he asks and you can’t fight the smile that creeps onto your face.

“Sure, sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll get to beat Felix at ping pong again.” you laugh as you stand, following Han to the downstairs area of the house. He chuckles as he walks beside you, and he can feel the warmth of your body touching his arm at your close proximity.

Once you step foot downstairs, you’re met with the gorgeous voice of Jeongin. He sounds amazing, and you can only wish to sound like him. You sit down on the bench behind where he and Seungmin are standing, just bobbing your head along to the music. You cross your legs as Han sits beside you, listening to the youngest member sing his little heart out. Once he finishes his song, you clap for him as Lee Know steps up to sing next.

He picks a more upbeat song, which causes Han to jump up and begin jumping around, hyping up his (obviously his favorite) hyung. You laugh at the two of them, your stomach hurting from laughing so hard. You can only hope to be as close to them as they are to each other one day. Han can hear you laughing, and he wants to engrave the sound into his brain on repeat.

Lee Know finishes his song and he looks around, wondering if anyone else wants to sing next. You bite your bottom lip, wanting to sing and show off your skills, but you don’t want to seem like you’re trying to upstage anyone.

Fuck it, you decide and you get up, standing in between Han and Lee Know. You clear your throat, catching both of their attention.

“Oh, you want a turn? Be my guest.” Lee Know says, handing you the microphone and the device to pick a song. You hope he doesn’t notice the shakiness of your hands as you take the device from him.

You search through the long selection of songs, before you get excited. You quickly choose the song “Song of Dann” by Kingdom. You honestly didn’t expect your audition song to be on the karaoke machine, but you’re elated about it. You sway from side to side as the song starts, and you close your eyes, a habit you have when you prepare to sing. Closing your eyes helps you get over the nervous jitters of performing in front of a crowd of people. You even do it when you’re singing in your room alone. You allow the music to take over you, the slow instruments burrowing into your ears, making you feel light and airy.

You begin to sing, matching the pitch of the original singer almost perfectly. Your voice is a little deeper, and you often struggle with singing notes higher than your normal vocals. You start to get into it, the echo of the karaoke machine loud as it reverberates in the downstairs area of the house.

Everyone stops what they’re doing to listen to you sing your heart out. They all feel moved by your performance, each and every one of them getting chills. They knew you could sing, but they didn’t know you could sing like that. Your eyes are screwed shut as you belt out the heartfelt lyrics. The lyrics are sad, full of emotions of heartbreak and pain. Han wonders why you chose a song like this. Did someone in your life hurt you? If it were me, I would never hurt you, he thinks to himself as he watches you.

When your mini-concert is over, you finally open your eyes, looking around you. You find everyone’s eyes on you, wide and shocked. You feel your ears get warm, and you laugh nervously. Why were they looking at you as if you had grown two heads? It made you nervous.

“Sorry. Was that too loud?” you ask, your hand coming up to tug at the short hairs at the nape of your neck. You take in everyone’s expressions, most of them showing shock. Your eyes land on Han, and you try to look away. You don’t want him to see your red ears. But the look on his face is hard to turn away from.

His jaw is open a little, and you can see a little bit of the inside of his mouth. His eyes are wide, and you can clearly see the deep brown pools that are his eyes. He’s bare-faced, and you think he looks the most handsome like this. You both avert your eyes before you get caught staring. The rest of the boys would never let you live it down, you just know it.

Changbin’s loud, gravelly voice snaps you out of your lovesick daze. “Are you joking?! That was fucking amazing!” he cheers, and then he cringes at the various groans from the camera crew. He bows in apology, his ears turning a nice shade of deep pink.

You laugh softly at Changbin, shaking your head, “Thank you, hyung. I’m glad you enjoyed that mediocre performance.” you chuckle, earning a strangled noise from the older male.

“Mediocre?” Han nearly screeches, causing everyone in the room to jump and express their complaints at the male’s loud noise. “That was nowhere near mediocre! You sang that song perfectly without vocal warmups! I could only wish to be able to do that!”

You wave him off as you watch Felix disappear upstairs. Where was he going? You decide not to dwell on it as you hand the microphone back to Lee Know. You walk over to the pool table and grab a cue. You watch as Changbin resets the pool balls. You honestly suck at pool, but Changbin doesn’t need to know that.

Soon enough, you are the last one downstairs. You sing another song by yourself until the staff motions for you to head upstairs. You go to where they tell you to go, and you’re surprised to see a table full of ingredients on it. You tilt your head and you hear a tapping noise to your left. You turn your head to see all the members standing behind glass walls, each of them pointing at the table.

You can’t help but laugh at them frantically trying to communicate with you through glass walls. Lee Know is looking at the ingredient he wants you to choose, his eyes bugged out and wide. You feel your sides tense up from laughing so hard.

You place your hand over a pack of various vegetables, looking at the eight guys. They all panic and shake their heads, some of them yelling, although it just looks like they’re yawning to you. You decide to tease them some more, and you place your hand over a carton of eggs. This time their reactions are neutral, a few of them giving you a thumbs up or a nonchalant shrug.

You turn towards the camera, “Get a load of these guys. These are your boys, Stay?” you ask teasingly, running your hands through your hair, exposing your forehead.

Han bites his lips as he watches you make a simple action look so effortlessly sexy. He knows his ears are red, but he’s too distracted by you to even care. He watches as you bite your bottom lip, tapping your chin as you consider your options. He thinks you look so attractive like this, your red hair fluffy from your shower, a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on the bridge of your nose. You don’t have any makeup on, so he can clearly see the freckles and acne scars that litter your cheeks. He so desperately wants to kiss your cheeks, knowing it would make you laugh and push him away, telling him to stop. He wouldn’t stop, though.

You finally pick your ingredients, a pack of sausages that look so tasty to you. You make your way to the boys, all of you laughing at the crazy faces Lee Know and Seungmin were making. You imitated Lee Know’s crazy eyes, making Chan double over in laughter.

You’re a little surprised by how comfortable you’ve become with these guys. You just met them a few hours ago, and here you are laughing and joking with them as if you’ve known your entire life. You actually start to believe that you belong in this group.

You all grab the ingredients you picked, and you all start cooking together. You wouldn’t consider yourself the best chef in the entire world, but you’re at least a bit familiar with how to cook. Growing up with an elderly grandma meant you had to help cook dinner in order to eat it, too. That was no issue for you, because you adored spending time with her.

You cook with everyone, and you notice that while everyone else is eating, Chan is still standing over the grill, cooking the last bits of meat. You get up and walk over to him.

“Let me take over. You need to eat, too, hyung.” you say, holding your hands out telling him to place the cooking utensil in your open hand. You can see him hesitate before he finally forks over the utensil. Huh, that was easier than I expected, you laugh to yourself.

Chan sits with everyone else as he puts some food into his empty bowl. You listen as everyone hums and moans at the taste of the food. Your heart swells, knowing that they all get to enjoy food that they made themselves. You finish cooking the rest of the meat and you bring it to the table, before sitting down in the empty seat next to Han.

Han tries not to tense up when he feels your arm bump into his when you get comfortable in your seat. The spot on his arm tingles. You apologize to him, running a hand through your hair again. He notices the way you push up your glasses when they slide down the bridge of your nose. He thinks you’re so breathtaking, even though you’re doing the most normal actions that everyone does.

As you all eat in peace, the staff grabs your attention, explaining the task to you all. They say that you all are going to debate against each other based off of the lyrics from their songs.

You’re a bit nervous, because of course, you haven’t participated in any of their songs yet. You’ve listened to their music many times, but not enough to memorize the words or the true meaning of said lyrics.

You wonder if you stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t expect you to comment. Oh how wrong you were, my dear.

The debate gets heated really fast, Changbin being the loudest of the bunch. He makes sure everyone knows what he thinks, and you feel bad for poor Chan and his eardrums, because Changbin is no different than a siren.

You have to admit that he’s funny, and him being loud as hell just makes him funnier. You find yourself doubled over in laughter because of the comments he makes throughout the debate. You lean on Han as you laugh, and you miss the way he tenses up, his laughs becoming more nervous.

After the debate and the cameras are off while the staff eats, the nine of you are talking about your families, just trying to get to know each other while you have a bit of privacy from blinding cameras.

“So, Y/N-hyung. Tell us about you, we want to hear about you now.” Felix says, leaning back in his chair as he pats his full stomach.

You take a sip of your soda, humming in acknowledgement. You knew this moment was to come, so you are prepared. “Alright, I was born in the USA, in Georgia. I lived with my mom, dad, and older twin siblings before I actually moved to Daejoon.” you start, scratching your shoulder as you speak.

“I lived there with my grandma until she passed, and then I moved to Seoul. I moved hoping to push my musical career forward. My siblings jokingly told me to audition as an idol to different agencies, so I did.

“I didn’t really expect to get accepted, but I did. I did an in-person audition, and JYP wanted to put me in a group immediately. Now I’m here with you guys, and I really appreciate you guys being so kind to me. I know this isn’t easy for you all, and I bet you hated me before even meeting me, but I really do appreciate you guys working with me.” you finish your little rant and you look up from the table.

The eight of them are staring at you, and they’re smiling at you. You can’t help but smile back at them, your eyes welling up with tears. You hate being so emotional, always crying at the smallest things. You wipe your eyes with your sweater sleeve as you laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to start crying, but I’m just really grateful.” you explain, and Han wraps his arm around you, patting your upper bicep. You automatically lean into his touch, liking his gentle pats.

Seungmin and Lee Know exchange devious looks, which isn’t a good thing. They’ve both noticed how Han looks at you, he’s not very subtle about it. They’re confused about how you haven’t noticed yet. The two of them think it’s pretty cute, but they are also aware of what could happen if things went south. It would get so awkward.

“Well, we’re all happy to have you join our family. It may not have seemed like it at first, but now that we have an idea of who you are as a person, we’re on board.” Chan says, causing everyone to nod and let out other kinds of agreements.

You all clean up after dinner and you get ready to start filming the next part of the episode. You’re on dish duty with Changbin, and you can’t help but question his dish-washing methods. Does he have to be seated while he cleans the dishes? You don’t audibly question the older male, you just let him do his thing.

This doesn’t feel like such a bad idea anymore, and you honestly consider thanking JYP for making such a weird decision. You wouldn’t do that, though. Not in a million years.

#kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #kpop x reader #male reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung x y/n #han jisung x male reader

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strawb3rrystar · 4 months

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Hii, I have a really sad angst idea for sejanus plinth if you're open to hearing it! It's a platonic fic if you're okay with writing those. My idea is basically sejanus is the mentor for the female tribute of district two right? Except she's just a little kid, maybe even younger than wovey. Over time he sees her more and more as a little sister figure and is desperately trying to find a way to protect her. Despite her age she's quite emotionally intelligent and (as much as a child can) understands that she won't survive. She's still happy (again as happy as she can be) and tells sejanus not to worry about her. Before she enters the arena sejanus makes her promise to hide till it's all over. Well she breaks that promise to save another tribute ( maybe wovey or Lucy gray someone who she's friends with). My vision is someone sneaking up on her friend and she throws a rock to distract them so her friend can get away. she avoids other tributes but eventually gets taken out by the snakes. Her last words are apologizing to sejanus for breaking their promise. I personally think he'd be so upset he'd puke. If you choose to write this thank you! I'm way to nervous to write my own fics lol

Broken promises.

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth + Fem! District 2 tribute! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Major character death, Mention Sejanus feeling nauseous

Word count: 1,250

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Sejanus' heart broke when he heard that he would be mentoring a girl from District 2. It broke even more when he saw you were just a little kid. He felt sick to his somatch, his head pounded as he tried to eat something from the large array of food that the academy hand set out.

That night, he couldn't sleep. The image of you on screen flashed through his head. The way your hands trembled as you stood next to the male tribute.

He wanted to cry once he saw you sitting in the monkey cage like the others. Your eyes nervously dart around as if you would be killed any second. He softly called out your name, and your head shot up. Sejanus stuck his hand through the bars to offer you the sandwich he had brought with him.

You walk towards him cautiously, not holding any resentment in your eyes, but also not trusting him either. You mumble a small thanks and took a bite of what, to you, was the best thing you tasted all week. Sejanus tried his best to smile, but he couldn't hold it for long.

"I'm sorry..." He says quietly, leaning his head against the bars. "Why? It's not your fault."

The way you carried yourself despite the situation surprised him. But then he realized you probably had a hard life in 2. "You don't deserve this. None of you do."

Sejanus looks over at the other tributes. He hoped that in the back of everyone's mind, they would know that these people aren't animals. They're just children. You smile to yourself and take another bite.

"I'm glad you're different. These other people keep throwing nuts and stuff at us." You muttered. Sejanus softly chuckles as you roll your eyes. He goes on to introduce and tell you a little bit about himself. You do the same, describing your family and your friends at school.

When it came time for the mentor-tribute interview, you filled out the questionnaire within a few minutes. Leaving the rest of the time for you to discuss strategy. "Promise me you'll hide once the games start."

"Hide? From the looks of it there's no place to hide in that arena." You reply, your eyes wandering over to the other tributes and their mentors. Your eyes focus on Lucy Gray and her colourful ruffles, the only other person who was actually talking to their mentor. "She shared a piece of bread with me after she noticed I was too scared to get close to the bars."

Sejanus' eyes followed yours "So you're friends?" he asks.

"I guess." You shrug in response "She is quite nice, you know."

Walking into the arena had your heart beating with panic. Even with Sejanus standing right beside you, it felt wrong being casually shown your potential final resting place. It's like picking out your coffin before you die. Which spot looks pretty enough for my blood to stain the concrete like so many tributes before me?

You grab Sejanus' hand for comfort, calm your nerves and wobbly legs. He made sure you were right by his side. He felt an urgency to protect you, but he couldn't tell if it was recent or if he's felt this since he first saw your face.

When the rebel bomb landed and exploded the top of the arena, rubble falling on tributes, mentors, and peacekeepers alike, Sejanus held you close to him. Shielding your eyes from the thick dust that covered the arena. People's screams fill your ears and you freeze up, unable to move. When Sejanus heard that the gates were open, he tried to urge you to move, but you wouldn't budge. At that moment he didn't care about saving himself, he picked your much lighter body up and ran towards the exit.

Once you were safely out of the crumbling arena, he set you on the ground, asking if you were okay. You nod your head, your words getting stuck in your throat. A few seconds later, peacekeepers dragged you two apart.

You stood on your red circle, looking at the other tributes. Some of them you could become friends with if under different circumstances. You imagined yourself going to one of Lucy Gray's performances, just like she described for you, dancing the night away without a care. You heard Lamina's sniffles, that remind you too much of yourself. Reaper's protectiveness over Dill reminds you of how Sejanus protected you yesterday. And poor Dill, in your mind it was better for her to die a quick death in the arena, than a slow one of tuberculosis.

When everyone started running towards the pile of weapons, you ran in the opposite direction and hid behind some rocks. You watch as tributes are killed, Lucy Gray and Jessup jump down into what you could assume were underground tunnels, but Coral and her gang her hot on their trail. You take a deep breath as the remaining tributes above ground scatter and hide. You jolt as someone taps on your shoulder, you turn to be met with a girl who looked barely older than you. You remembered her name was Wovey. She takes your hand and leads you to the underground tunnels "We might find a better hiding place down here."

After days of hiding underground, everyone made their way back to the above. Wovey and you return to your previous hiding spot and watch as Coral and her gang take down Lamina. You watch Dill die and have to stop yourself from screaming when Reaper does. You look up as you see a flying thing place a big container of colour into the arena. You were so busy watching the flying thing that you didn't realize Wovey slipping past you.

"Is it over? Can we go home now?" She mumbles as she walks across the arena. The only thing you could think about was dragging her back to your hiding place. Not about your promise, not about the other tributes. All you could think about was Wovey.

"Wovey!" You yell running out from your hiding spot, drawing the attention of the other tributes and the Capitol people. Your heart shatters as the glass does, covering your ally, your friend, in snakes. You didn't have enough time to feel sorrow as the snakes flow like a river in your direction. You try to run away, but one of the snake sinks its fangs into your skin. You scream, doubling over as more snakes attack you. Sejanus was already out of his seat, standing, as soon as you came out of your hiding place. You never stood a chance, you both knew this, but Sejanus felt as if a part of him was being ripped out.

In the short time you knew Sejanus, you would call him your friend second, and your family first. Despite not being related by blood, you were both from District 2. And that was all the relation you needed. He would gladly, and proudly call you a Plinth.

Sejanus felt stomach churns as you look up at the camera with tears flowing down your cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Your body drops to the concrete, snakes wrapped around every limb. Sejanus practically runs out of the room. He leans against the wall and takes deep breaths, wiping the tears from his eyes. He slumps down to the ground as he feels the world around him disappear. His eyes felt hazy as the walls of the academy blur together.

"I'm so, so sorry, little sis. It wasn't your fault, it was never your fault. I should've found a way to get you out, instead of watching you struggle like a coward..."

"I'm sorry..."

Star's notes -> I had wayyyy too much fun with this concept (It made me cry)

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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fearthhereaper · 1 month

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Hi!Let me just preface and say I LOVE your blog and your takes .And also being one of those Alicent girlies that gets her character.

Second ,I wanted to ask you ,do you have any green family headcanons? Or any thoughts on Daeron ?.

Thank you so much!!!

Almost every morning Alicent invites the kids to have breakfast with her in her rooms. They don't talk a lot, they would probably just end up bickering if they do. Aemond reads a book he nicked from the library, Helaena plays with whatever bug she found or was given (another hc is that Aegon is her weird bug supplier) and Aegon is nursing a hangover that would kill a lesser man. Otto and Viserys are never invited to attend. This is Alicent's time when she can coexist with her children. If Aegon fails to show up Aemond and Criston drag him out of the bed and sit him down at the table. The twins sit by Alicent's side and she feeds them, cutting up their food and helping them. She never did that with her own children, but there is a certain freedom of responsibility that comes from being a grandmother. Looking at the twins comes much easier than looking at her children was when she was younger. Criston stands next to them and he only joins them at the table when they all ask him to because whether they like to admit it or not the Greens all love and cherish each other.

and he sits by Alicent's side holding one of the twins, trying to feed the babies together

Daeron... I have such a soft spot for him. When I first read the Dance he was the only character I didn't dislike apart from Alicent. I adore how brave he was. There was always a sense of maybe maturity in him that there wasn't in Aegon and Aemond. I truly felt that he would have made an amazing king of Westeros. And that he might have been the only person that earned it during the Dance. He wasn't without a fault, but I can't really blame him for doing what he did to the people that ripped his three year old nephew apart. I hope they do his character justice in the show. I dislike how they made Aemond have his personality traits because they didn't want to include Daeron... which makes no sense to me because how do you read the Dance and decide that Daeron is an irrelevant character???? So I'm happy that it was more or less confirmed that Daeron will be a part of the show, just anxious about how they'll choose to portray him

#house of the dragon #hotd #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #criston cole #daeron targaryen #team green

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sofoulandfairaday · 9 months

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1 for the ask game

from: choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Err... all of them? I'm not even kidding. More on this here.

Bellatrix: fortunately there's been progress in the fandom, but for years everyone loved to describe her as an overly sexualized, crazy, shrieking mindless slave, when she's actually quite the opposite. She is sadistic, but not insane, she's passionate but not irrational (she is the only one who knew Snape was a traitor; to me, it's because of a peculiar mix of rationality and intuition that shows her to be actually quite intelligent). Nothing suggests her being promiscuous in the text and I would actually argue the opposite of her (why would she ever lower herself to sleep with someone who she deems her inferior - so basically everyone -, even just to satisfy mere physical desires? This post, to me, is Bella at her core).

Narcissa: this is canon Narcissa, all of you are perfectly entitled to your soft babygirl headcanons, of course, but then again you are perfectly entitled to be wrong <3 [also, shameless self-promo: x]

The blorboification continues for every single member of the Black family and I hate it so much you have no idea:

Andromeda: somehow described as a soft little girl who loved her mean, mean sisters so much and had to run away? Bitch stood up to seven centuries of tradition, and abandoned her sisters and parents, to marry a boy she had fallen in love with maybe two years prior (we know this based on Tonks' age). Good for her, but as I have said previously, both Narcissa and Andromeda (and Sirius, really) strike me as a bit selfish. The one with the romantic attachment to the idea of her family, the child most like Walburga, is Bellatrix.

But this is nothing, NOTHING, compared to what this fandom does to Regulus and Sirius.

Regulus: canonically a Voldemort fanboy, with newspaper clippings of him everywhere, and a blood supremacist. Sirius says it better than anyone: Reggie is soft. But not in the way the fandom believes, nope. He's just a coward who, much like Draco years later, was super excited to be like Bellatrix (Lucius) until he realized what killing really meant, what fighting a war really was, and most importantly because Voldemort touched him personally (Kreacher, whom he loved). Voldemort was probably a little more deranged than he had been at the beginning of the First War, and someone that had inherited the Black pride/haughtiness probably didn't like being branded like cattle and treated like a slave, on top of everything else.

Sirius: fanon Sirius is basically another character. Canon!Sirius is: tall, canonically incredibly handsome, quite masculine (in an explicit and toxic way, especially as a teenager in the fucking 1970s - the skirt-wearing, feminist one-liners spouting version of Sirius is something I just cannot get behind), a dick, a bit classist ((don't come @ me with your "oh, but what about Moony?!" because a) we don't know Remus' wealth when Lyall and Hope were still alive, we only know he can't get a job as an adult because of his condition and b) Remus is Sirius' exception, in the same way Lily is Snape's when he calls her a Mudblood - everyone else is in his eyes)), brave to the point of recklessness, quite cruel, funny, witty, magically talented, loyal to a fault, extremely charismatic and everything else outlined here. For the same reasons, I'll say Remus too.

Don't even get me started on Severus Snape. Other people have spoken on this better than I could ever. At least here on Tumblr, though, it seems to me that things are getting a little better after years of absolutely bizarre takes. Or maybe I've blocked all of the idiots idk.

Dumbledore. More on this here and maybe I'll outline my ideas better in a future post.

Also: I do not accept any characterization of Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr, Reggie, and Rabastan Lestrange as anything less than violent blood supremacists. Yes, they can be nuanced and gay (and only for each other might I add), but these people are the KKK (metaphorically, of course, because I hate comparing real-world tragedies to completely fictional ones, but still).

Lucius: a complete dick, but definitely not abusive. The man couldn't raise a hand to Draco if the Dark Lord threatened to kill him over it.

Speaking of which: my darling Lord Voldemort. Not much to say about him really because I know that some people do write him in a very interesting way (and I am open to interpretations of his character even if they are different from how I see him - and I have a very fucking specific vision of him). The problem is that perhaps three (3) of these people write him with Bellatrix and that saddens me.

Now, I mostly read First Wizarding War stuff or Death Eater stuff so I can't really speak to many other characters, especially in Harry's generation, but anything other than cowardly Draco is not a good Draco characterization to me. Ron is hands-down the best one in the Golden Trio and Ron Weasley bashing is pathetic. Hermione has faults but is ultimately a strong, take-no-bullshit girl and I'll take that over basically any and all female YA protagonists. And Harry is sassiness personified, but with a heart of gold, and oh-so-caring. Which is also why I can't read dark!Harry for the life of me. It just makes me giggle.

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csuitebitches · 3 months

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Hello~

I hope you're doing well!

May I ask you a few pieces of advice, please? Reading through your blog, I've discovered that you're Asian with Asian ancestry, and after some thoughts I've come to the conclusion you're the best person to ask. I'm Slavic woman (Eastern European) married to an Asian man (Chinese), exactly how you described, in Asia it's more a marriage between two families, meanwhile me and my husband married for love. In fact, his parents "consented" to our union, only because 1) I'm a good-looking woman 2) he was so stubborn in his feelings and argued whenever someone had something bad to say 3) I'm respectful, accommodating, and listen to my husband 4) good at cleaning, it's important to his father since he's traditional.

But sometimes, drama happens, mostly from his mother-in-law (his father's second wife), always manipulating and saying stuff as, it was better if he married a wealthy Chinese woman, someone who's good at running a business etc.

How can I stand up for myself or just manage these kinds of situations? The only solution seems to be to just take the risk, and do business, so they could finally stop finding faults. Furthermore they don't know, but I come from a wealthy family, but got disinherited by my mother for saying no to an arranged marriage.

Thank you in advance for your time, help and insight, I'm really grateful. Have a wonderful day and take care of yourself!

Hi there love. I’m sorry to read this. Asian families can truly be both a boon and a curse.

the reality is that your in laws will have an issue regardless of what you do. You could start a business, they could still have 10 horrible things to say to you. You could choose to look after your husband and your home, and they’ll still say awful things to you.

here’s what you should do in my opinion. And this advice comes straight from my mother.

my mother came from a middle class family. My father is a self made man, who made a fortune. They had an arranged marriage. My grandmother (my father’s mother) was really awful to my mother. She wouldn’t even let her touch the cutlery in the house. She had a problem with everything my mother did - with the way she raised her kids, what her career was, everything. She would bitch about my mother in front of us kids, she would say nasty things to my extended family. She told my maternal grandmother (my mum’s mum) that she was sure that if she was on her deathbed, my mother would never care for her. Maternal grandmother was SHOCKED and snapped and told her that her daughter was raised with better values.

my grandfather on the other hand, loves loves loves my mother, as though she was his own daughter. Praises her everywhere he goes. But that’s beside the point.

here’s what my mother learned.

She cannot control her mother in law. MIL is stubborn, ruthless, cunning. It all boils down to one thing - insecurity. Insecurity of never being good enough, smart enough, never was able to control my father (he left home because issues with her), and my father gave my mother the attention she deserved.

MIL was very possessive of my father. Asian Mums 90% of the time have a weird incest relationship with their sons. They cannot let their sons be happy with anyone. Your husband seems like a great guy, standing up for his wife. The support may not heal your hurt, but I’m sure it does a lot of good by having him on your side.

regardless of what she did, she knew she would be criticised anyway. So she did what she liked. She was a stay at home mom till I went to school, then she got two masters degrees, got herself involved in a business, has her own clients, has her own name. Even when she became successful, MIL still bitched about her. But you know what else happened? People began coming up to my grandparents and telling them what a wonderful person my mother is. MIL obviously couldn’t bear the criticism but FIL loved it and cherished her even more. She won her FIL’s respect. To this day he sings her praises even to me.

some fights are not worth it. MIL would sometimes antagonise her over small things, just to provoke her. My mother would simply stay calm. Eventually even the extended family realised that my mother had gone through a lot.

she remained emotionally detached with MIL, but she took care of her when she had cancer. She looked after her, proving MIL’s words (“she’ll never take care of me on my deathbed) absolutely wrong. And she did that out of kindness. She did that because SHE was a nice person, not because MIL deserved it.

do what your heart wants to do. The more you live life to gain approval from someone else - someone who may never give it to you - your life will be miserable. The only way to fight these horrible MILs is by standing up straight, being decisive, being able to say no and hold your ground. She has to respect you as her DIL, regardless of what you do. You will not earn her respect by trying to be someone you’re not.

If your FIL is more accepting towards than her - Build a relationship with the FIL. Forget about the MIL, she’s going to be jealous and awful, and I highly doubt such women ever change. Half the time, they behave in this way because that’s how THEIR MIL’s treated them. MIL’s MIL treated her awfully as well - the former was scared shitless of the latter. She repeated the same pattern with my mother, but my mum was too strong to let MIL bring her down.

If you want to be on good terms with your in laws, focus on the father. Be the daughter he never had (even if he has daughters). But do it because you WANT to, not because you HAVE to.

Such women are simply insecure. Insecure to a point where they must hurt other women because it genuinely gives them joy. Do not let her words affect you whatsoever. And do not live your life by her terms. Focus on being a good person to yourself and your husband.

#Q/a #asian marriages

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possessionisamyth · 3 months

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Not sorry, but I believe Sanji's arranged marriage made WCI worse. I didn't like the arc that much already, but the marriage was extremely unnecessary.

I know the framing is supposed to show Sanji is kind, but to me Sanji's kindness was never called into question. Whole Cake did not bring it back or highlight it. We knew Sanji was kind when he was told to leave Gin to die on the baratie and Sanji fed him anyway. We knew Sanji was kind when he trusted Nami even after barely knowing her and tried to reassure the rest of the crew there must've been another reason for her leaving. He extended that same kindness to Usopp by defending him from Luffy during Enies Lobby. He even blamed Zoro for Usopp leaving at all!

He's kind enough to remember everyone's favorite foods and preferences BEFORE Whole Cake Island. His kindness is shown equally to men, women, and kids in multiple arcs both main, filler, and in one piece movies set during pre-time skip. Of course Sanji is kind. THIS KNOWLEDGE CAME FREE WITH YOUR PRE-TIME SKIP ANIME.

The poor attempt Whole Cake does is try to remind people Sanji is a nice guy after the horrible character assassination of making him an even bigger pervert which are two separate problems. The kindness was never drawn into question! We knew! We always knew! It's Oda's fault for deciding over and over again to make Sanji behave one step removed from "accidentally" groping women!

Like, Sanji's fandom wasn't built because he's strong like Zoro or fun like Luffy. Sanji's fandom derived from his gentleman schtick pre-time skip where he's genuinely fucking sweet when he's not twirling around like an idiot. If he was actually an intolerable gross pervert, it wouldn't matter how well he cooks. People would either have mixed feelings about him or they'd hate him. But post time skip Sanji???????? They were riding the fucking edge with that behavior. Like REALLY riding the edge! It was the cushion of his history that kept him popular along with the hope that they'd fucking tone it down!!!!! They wanted the grossness toned down! They didn't need a reminder of the kindness!

Add the fact that he didn't need A SECOND ALTERNATIVE BACKSTORY???? Apparently nearly starving to death on an uninhabitable island with a man willing to eat his own leg so the child had a shot at survival wasn't tragic enough for some people?!??!?? What does Judge's relation to Sanji add other than a last name he doesn't want and never claims? What do his supposedly emotionless family generate when Sanji has already been the character that chooses kindness when surrounded by cruel people. He's a freaking pirate! That's a normal Tuesday on some of the islands they go to! What did this arc add to him that made me look at his behavior differently? Should I thank Oda for adding another dead mom to his corpse arsenal, or will I acknowledge the fact he probably just wanted to add a super sentai reference so he could cover every style of anime in his giant storybook?

And I don't want to say Whole Cake was a bust. I mean Jinbei is there!! We finally get to see what kind of real threat Big Mom is!!! The Charlotte family is a colorful and tasty looking cast!!!! Sure the Katakuri fight wasn't nearly as exciting as other big encounters but there were big plot relevant things within the story including a connection to punk hazard! Yet, the whole thing with Sanji's biological family and this arranged marriage was the dumbest segway for us to get this information!

#one piece #black leg sanji #sanji #also pudding is 16 and i dont like that at all #why like why why why why why

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fearlessinger · 2 years

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I’m suffering so y’all will have to suffer with me

There’s a lot to be said about how Apollo chooses to present himself in this scene.

To begin with, Jason is right: Apollo is trying to make himself look pitiable before his father. The form he’s taken here is absolutely meant to project "hey, I'm your child. Please don't hit me". Yes, of course Apollo would have known that wasn't gonna work, but ingrained instincts are hard to shake off. The fear that Jason sees in Apollo’s eyes here is the same fear that Apollo feels at the start of THO, when just the memory of Zeus thundering “your fault” has him on his knees, begging for his life. It’s the same fear that Apollo will describe 2 books later as he recounts the first time he was confronted by Caligula, whom he explicitly likens to Zeus. There's nothing rational about Apollo's reaction there either, he's just scared out of his mind even though he knows, he keeps telling himself all throughout, that he has no reason to be, that he is the one with the power. All in vain.

But Apollo’s chosen appearance isn’t just a plea for mercy, it’s a show of submissiveness too. It’s Apollo recognizing his father’s seniority and absolute authority over him. It’s Apollo broadcasting "I am small. I am weak. I am bound to your judgement and command. I am most definitely not a threat.” Because to abusive parents, that’s what a child growing up represents. A threat. Adult children are seen and treated as full people with full rights by society in a way that actual children just aren’t. Adult children can make their own choices. Adult children can fight back. There’s a lot to be said about how and when and why certain gods choose to appear as children all through the series, particularly Apollo and Artemis, and one day I will write that meta, but for now let me just highlight that it’s the form of a child that Zeus will shove his son into as a punishment, and that the first time we see Apollo as an adult, fully grown man is at the very end of the series, after he finally shakes off the learned helplessness that kept him trapped his entire life.

Beyond all this though, it’s the CHB t-shirt that I want to focus on. Because it’s not a piece of Apollo’s standard attire (we never see him wear one before this moment, in fact) but it also very clearly isn't for Zeus’ benefit. There’s nothing to be gained for Apollo by making himself look like one of the demigods in his father’s eyes; Zeus does not look upon them particularly kindly even at the best of times. At most, Apollo could be hoping to disappear into the mass of CHB t-shirts gathered on top of the Acropolis. This is, indeed, the explanation Jason settles on, but I think in this case he is mistaken. For one there's like, 7 demigods total there, which seems entirely too few. Apollo would have more luck disappearing among the gods. But also, Apollo’s the guy who at the very beginning of THO already would instinctively put his own extremely mortal body between notorious powerhouse Percy Jackson and danger. No matter what he may say, he’d never actually hide behind the kids.

I don’t think the t-shirt is for the kids’ benefit either. Apollo goes to great lengths pre TOA, and still struggles for a good portion of TOA too, to never show solidarity, never present himself as an ally, never give the demigods the impression he’s on their side. It’s a promise he just does not believe he can afford to make for both his and their sake.

I think he’s wearing the t-shirt for himself. To remind himself of where his true loyalty, where his true priorities lie. To be closer to his children, or at least fool himself into believing he is. It’s a last ditch attempt at self comfort. Apollo knows this will end badly for him, and so he instinctively grasps for any kind of connection he can establish with his kids, the thing he treasures most in the world, the reason why he's gotten himself into this predicament in the first place. He holds tight onto it, onto them, one last time before the pain comes.

#me: why is everybody in this fandom writing whump #me: *looks at canon*#me: oh right #toa #toa meta #rrverse #abuse #child abuse

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bacchicly · 2 months

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List day + a bit of journaling

I am feeling sorry for myself today - amid a mix of other emotions and I know that when I start to get resentful of the universe it can lead to bad things...especially if I push it down or try to pretend that everything is fine. The challenge is I feel guilty about feeling cheated. I compare my pain to those around me and know that I actually have it pretty good...VERY good. But feelings...they don't understand scale and feelings are not there for anyone but me. If I am to talk to myself the way I would talk to a friend (isn't it annoying that hackenied advice like that is actually good? Gah.) I have to tell myself I am allowed to feel what I feel and not worry about it...not feel guilty...but yes make a choice to express it in a way that will not hurt those I care about and love. Express it in a way so that it doesn't poison future moments. I need to lean into my decision to live like I matter and that I deserve care and that I may not be able to choose how I feel but I can take steps to choose how I express them. (Oh god...it's like I am turning into an after-school special...a televangelist or pop psychologist...blech).

Context - I took this week off partly because my kid was supposed to be at school this week and had an overnight school trip planned for tonight...but...and I 100% know it is worse for them...they are coughing too much to go. So they are going to be home today and tomorrow and then into the weekend. And my time I planned to spend mostly alone doing chores or hanging out with my husband is now not going to happen.

Ok so what am I feeling?

Afraid- I had things to do this week and frankly I have done none of them yet. And I know I can still do them but having my kid here makes it more complicated and there is no way I am going to get as much as I hoped done...and I know people always tell you that there are more things in life than a clean house...but guys? Mine is not untidy. It is filthy. It is covered in pile and piles of stuff - not all of it mine of course - but that just makes it more complicated to tackle. If it was all mine - yes it would be easier - but then I would also be alone and not have the good things. Easy is not always good. Simple is not always the more beautiful choice...But if I am choosing a life that is complex....then I need to bring more complex skills to the table. I need to give myself the gifts of time and kindness and space to practice them.

Gah. I need that meme...the one that is about taking my stupid body for a walk...or the grumpy penguin making valentines...

You know what I hate? I hate that manslowe's hierarchy of needs makes it seem like it's a linear process that if you are self actualized you have clearly mastered the lower stuff. That is fucking hooyie. I am great at self actualizing. I am terrible at some of the lower stuff and so are many maybe most of us. Fuck you manslowe. (No don't come at me I know that wasn't exactly what the pyramid was trying to say...but the long term impact has not been good...well except the legacy of those memes that alter it. I fucking could eat those.

Ok. So what else do I feel?

Angry? Disappointed? Why me? Frustrated?

Yeppers. Life is sometimes not fair and it is no one's fault. And I am allowed to feel that shit. I deserve to. It's part of life's tapestry. But...I can choose how I process it. I can learn new skills. I can vent to strangers and friends on the internet and not be a jerk (knock wood) to my family. I can sit and let the feelings take me on their glorious rollercoaster. I can enjoy thinking about why anger is so much more comfy for me than fear or sadness or helplessness. I can think about how lucky we are to have petty disappointments and tragedy (for now at least) and use this time to practice my skills for when it is harder. When I don't have time or space to process right away. When it is something harder and less clear cut - with far fewer upsides. Using tragedy to practice for tragedy feels gross and grizzly in some ways... but at least it is doing. At least it makes me stronger and less likely to hurt people I love. At least it makes it easier to ask for what I need to keep going.

I downloaded a new app... Designed to help manage ADHD...it costs a fair amount for the year - but about the same as one massage or therapy appointment - and I have a 7 day trial. So I am trying to decide if it's something I should commit to. It's confusing though because I know my first while with anything new is a honeymoon...and eventually I will disengage. But I am working on taking that into account but also not not taking opportunities because of it. I think this could be good for me. Therapy has fallen by the wayside for now... And my other apps aren't working. This is working right now...but...while I have no plans on changing...change will come. Friends or myself will have life things that may prompt us to either change apps or the app itself may cease to exist or even if I use tumblr ...or the list day thing may just stop working...I mean it morphs regularly already and works sometimes and not others. So I just need to keep swimming. Fortunately I love swimming.

I think though...this new app and tumblr could work well together for awhile. And me going through the structured learning and activities wouldn't hurt. And not actually having to talk to a therapist means...well it's a bit like writing fan fiction...I can jump right in...I don't have to paint the picture and go through the usual rigamarole of having to explain the nuances of my character and life to give the therapist context....which tends to just make me feel defensive and kind of bored. My life is so far from anyone's textbook...it's hard to catch people up quickly (and then they want to keep telling me "everyone" feels that way about everything and I just feel like shouting ...keep up! I know that! I am not stupid! Besides if I want to take an hour out of my schedule to talk to someone...I'd rather spend time with someone I am allowed to love and care about or at least produce things with...therapists can only be therapists. You aren't allowed to be friends or write a play together or draft new policy. And it's unfair because they are always such interesting and dynamic people. No. I will talk here. I will paint the walls of my blog and write fan fic and then have coffee with my husband and go camping with my kid. I will carve out time to finish the plays I am writing and email the director I was talking to last week and arrange to do a reading of one of my WIP.

Yes I have mental stuff. Yes I have physical stuff. Yes I have a difficult but rewarding job. Yes I have a difficult but wonderful home life. But that's what life is. Plot. Improv. Contribution.

Ok I feel better. I can and will do this life thing. One step.... One blog post... One list at a time. There is too much beautiful and terrible not to. I will kiss the damn whole thing open mouthed. I will fucking make a meal of it. I will go big and be home!

Ta da! Tra la! Ok now for my list. It is 11:43... And I have the whole damn day to make the world a bit of a better place...

Journal - ta done!

Make list - started!

Go downstairs and make lunch for me and my gang.

Eat and watch Golden girls with my kid. Tell them how proud I am of them for making the decision to stay home (I was ready to make a decision if pressed but instead I did a good job of setting it up so my kid could make the decision on their own. I am proud of that.)

Do the dreaded dishes but revel in how brave and awesome I am at it - even the yucky parts. Take that stupid dishes! I will set a damn timer for an hour (audio book) and race to finish. Stay on task!

Clean out the fridge drawer of death. Light sabers optional.

Find the library book that is tragically overdue. See if I can still return it or if I have to pay the replacement fee. Get my library card reinstated. (If you guys ever think ADHD is not a thing or that I am not the poster child...we'll give your head a shake.

Sit at the library for an hour or so and do whatever the fuck I want. Delicious.

See where I am at.

If you read this far...or even just skipped to the end. Thank you for being here. Whether you comment or like or just lurk and leave nothing...please know just by being a witness to this tiny side show you are making a difference. Me being able to use this space ...to feel like someone out there is watching... It helps a lot. It makes me much stronger and more likely to behave in a way I can be proud of. It means I do less harm. So thank you.

#bacchic dances #list day #adhd #life with adhd

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esther-dot · 7 months

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I'm not speaking on anybody's life experiences, but the books do not necessarily reflect one's life experiences. I think it's perfectly okay to feel uncomfortable about how an incestuous Jonsa might be handled in the books if you have an adoptive brother... Esther, you might remember a while ago I sent an ask that Jon in the show looks like my brother (and Sansa herself like his HS girlfriend) and I absolutely cannot do show!Jonsa without feeling fucking weird lol... but equally I don't really think that's the shipper's fault at all. I feel uncomfortable with the depiction of sexual violence in the books and I understand part of the message and I understand the time it was written and I understand that the sexual violence in it barely compares to how much violent pornography many men consume now and are completely desensitised to, which is something GRRM is vehemently against, but it still rankles me. That's ok.

But like, the conflict of brother/cousin/uncle/father is central to Jon's future angst, and I do think it's probably true that the way people talk about adoptive families can be insensitive, but the conflation of this with the textual stakes is short-sighted. In-universe it is going to have consequences and how Jon chooses to handle that (and everybody else) is going to matter, because in that universe blood does mean something for good or ill. Yet whether Jon was Ned's flesh and blood doesn't change that he committed treason to protect him because he loved him and he loved his sister. Jonsa as a 'betrayal' of this protection is thematically interesting to me. I'm still a book-only shipper lol

I do remember that! I got several followup asks by other Jonsas wanting to know more, but I was worried it would make you even more uncomfortable so I never published those! 😂

I agree with you. I think it’s quite possible some of us have spoken carelessly on the issues anon mentioned, but we’re a worldwide fandom and I’d hope that everyone would be gracious and not assume intentional callousness around these sensitive topics when there are many explanations for why we view it and/or speak about it differently.

And, regardless of our modern sensibilities on these issues, Martin has a) chosen to make incest a major part of his story b) chosen to make the identity of Jon’s biological mother and father a series long mystery that will have repercussions personally and politically, just as you pointed out. None of us need to read the books if they’re too much, but if we’re engaging with the fandom, we’re gonna have to operate with what the writer has given us and accept some of his premises.

Jonsa as a 'betrayal' of this protection is thematically interesting to me.

It’s so good! When I’m considering future paths for the story to walk down and why, I often have to stop myself from typing, “for torturing Jon purposes” because that obviously fails to capture all the interesting conversations certain developments would allow Martin to have, but oh boy, is the poor kid gonna go through it.

#dot chat

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persphonesorchid · 2 years

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Red Carnations - Jungkook x Reader

Requested by Anon: Hi, may I request a roommate! friend!Jungkook x reader fluffy imagine, please? Where the reader and Jungkook were having a movie night. The reader let him choose the movie and he chooses a scary one. The reader knew they'd get scared but didn't say anything because they didn't want to seem like a coward in front of their crush (JK). When it's time to sleep, the reader is super scared and just can't stop overthinking, seeing shadows as people, hearing weird noises, etc. They go to Jungkook's room wanting to be comforted and cuddled. Not knowing this was Jungkook's plan this whole time.

Notes: Okay, honestly, this got away from me. Completely forgot it was in my ask box, and I believe I took a left turn with it. Hope you still like it though anon! I did try my best to write it in Oc's pov, but that wasn't working out, like, at all. So it ended up being in Jk's point, hope that's okay! Also, tidbit, the movie that Jk and Oc watched and discuss is called Dead Silence. It came out like eons ago, and I watched it with my mum as a kid and that shit scarred me for mf life.

It was the only thing that came to mind when I thought about what would be scary to watch, and let me tell you, the floodgates opened and I suddenly remembered the movie like I watched it yesterday and I haven't seen that movie since I was eight.

My fear of ventriloquist dummies is very real and haunts me to this day. Zombies too! I mean, I enjoy a good zombie movie, but sleeping at night after is a whole no. 😂

"Hey squish, picked anything yet?" Jungkook calls, walking into his living room balancing pizza, popcorn and a tray of your favourite snacks. He's doing a pretty good job, despite the careful steps he has to take so the popcorn bowl would stop shifting off the pizza box. You were sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of his TV set-up, going through his box of movies.

He sets the things down on the table, before going back into the kitchen for the sodas he kept chilling in the fridge. He hears you scoff from there, and the sound of you suffling through his movies some more.

"Your movie collection sucks, Jay." Jungkook rolls his eyes, smiling though, because half of the movies in that box are ones you've brought and never took back when you left.

You were sitting on the couch when he goes back, feet tucked under you and his Netflix account open on his TV. You looked nice, in the black sweater you stole from him, the clothing swallowing your form, hiding the shorts he assumes you're wearing.

Not that he thought of you half naked or anything.

That was a lie, nevermind.

Not entirely his fault though, You'd been his roommate for two years now. It was awkward at first, having a female roommate, not really used to one at all. He'd honestly tried to stay out of your way as much as possible, respected your space and whatnot. Of course, that all ended when you were stressed about your midterms, and he proposed watching a movie as a way to help. It's been a tradition since then, every Friday the two of you would meet in the living room, at exactly seven, some times he'd bring the snacks, or you would. Some times you don't even watch movies, just content to sit and talk about your day, or the things you didn't share during the week.

Jungkook liked those moments, the soft moments in between where he's allowed to admire you without seeming weird about it. Where he could focus on the way your lips formed around words, or the way your eyes would light up talking about something that made you happy. The way you'd smile at him as though he was the only thing that mattered in that moment, as though there was something more between you. He's kept his feelings to himself, secret from you, like a red carnation.

He likes to pretend in those moments, when you'd fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, too tired to keep your eyes open, leaving him asking you about the movie and receiving no response. He'd only realize that you're sleeping when he'd call your name and not the nickname he gave you, and heard your soft snores.

He'd always tease you about it, tell you how you drooled all over his shoulder, just to see you hide your cheeks and your embarrassment behind a snarky retort.

He plops down next to you, after turning off the lights and grabbing a handful of popcorn, "You're so indecisive," he leans over, plucking the remote from your fingers, "And, you chose last week. It's my turn."

"Jungkook I swear to god, if I have to sit through Transformers again..." Jungkook could only laugh at your expression, a mixture of disgust and pure I'm so not having it; What can he say? He likes the franchise.

"It's not transformers this time. Promise." He pats your knee, settling agianst the couch, pulling up the horror section on Netflix. "Okay, let's see here."

He picks something randomly, something he's sure neither of you have seen before. When the opening credits start, Jungkook turns to you to gauge your reaction, you look fine, intrigued even, though he could see in your eues, a little dim of fear.

"This okay?"

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah. It's fine, as long as there's no zombies."

"I don't think there's any zombies..." Jungkook didn't allow the trailer a chance to play, he didn't even read the summary of the movie. You avoided watching movies with zombies in them, even though you've told him many times that they're great movies, they usually left you jumping at every sound, and the repeated gruesome images haunts your dreams. So Jungkook is always careful, never wanting to be an aide to your night terrors.

"Is that a doll?" You whine, ten minutes into the movie, as the on-screen couple take a little doll they found in a black box into their house. It was a creepy little thing, a ventriloquist dummy, dressed in a tuxedo, with wide unseeing eyes. "Oh no, that's so dumb. Why do they always do that?"

Jungkook was stuffing his face with anything his fingers could reach, complaining with you at the dumbness of the movie. He was watching with rapt attention, completely focused on the movie, watching as the guy leaves his girlfriend for a late night drive, leaving her alone with the dummy.

"I do not like how this is going." You were practically glued to his side, watching the movie through the gaps in your fingers. And though he heard your complaint, Jungkook was too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth pressed against him. "She's definitely gonna di-"

Something flashes across the screen, and the dummy turns it's head completely on its own. You startle so badly, making a sound that was very high pitched and Jungkook almost drops the pizza slice he was holding.

"Yeah, nope, nope. No. I don't wanna watch anymore." You hide your face behind his shoulder, your hand gripping tightly to his forearm.

"C'mon squish, it's not that bad," Jungkook chuckles, trying to coax you from behind him with a gentle tone. You only shift away once the kill was done, and the boyfriend returned home to find his girlfriend dead and missing her entire bottom jaw.

You stay close though, still complaining about how scary it is, and getting scared when you're supposed to. And Jungkook holds your hand through most of it, mostly because you asked and not because he was brave enough to take the opportunity.

When the movie was over, Jungkook switches the lights back on, and found you sitting still on the couch. "Hey, you good?"

"Oh I'm great." You finally move, helping him clear off the coffee table, "That movie sucked ass by the way. It was so stupid how the guy still died at the end..."

"Yeah, well, at least they burnt the theatre down. So, that Mary Shaw lady has no other dolls to haunt with," He follows you into the kitchen, placing the tray and the popcorn bowl in the sink to worry about tomorrow. "Oh no wait, his step mom was her descendant, right?"

"Yeah, and his dad was actually dead too." You visibly shiver, but Jungkook was sure it was just the slight chill in the apartment. "Okay, I've got an early class, so I'm gonna get to bed, yeah?"

"Yeah okay, sleep well." Jungkook waves, watching you as you walk down the hall and into your room.

"G'night Kook."

"Night."

Hours later, the apartment was silent, and Jungkook, had just woken up and found the water bottle he kepts on his nightstand empty. He sighs, wiggling from under the warm covers to venture down the hall and into the kitchen for another bottle. He didn't bother to turn the light on, standing in front of the open refrigerator rubbing his tummy and squinting at the contents of the fridge. He grabs the bottle, and closes the door, he barely cracks the cap, turning around and promptly drops the bottle.

"Jesus fuc- dude." His heart hammers against his ribs, finding you directly behind him in the darkness, he almost knocked you over when he turned. "Y/n what the fuck. You were this close to getting punched in the face, why the hell are you sneaking around behind me..." He reaches blindly for the light switch, words dying on his lips when he gets a look at you.

To put it shortly; you looked terrified. Eyes wide, staring up at him with tears on your waterline, cheeks blotchy and shoulders shaking.

"Hey...hey. What happened?" Jungkook grasps your shoulders, barely steadying you when you rush forward. His heart feels heavy at the sound of your sobs, your tears dampening his shirt. "C'mon baby, talk to me. You're shaking."

When you continue to cry, clinging onto him tighter, Jungkook says nothing more, simply rubbing circles against your back in an attempt to soothe. The slip of his tongue not lost on him, but it's too late to do anything about it now. You both stand there for a moment, Jungkook now wide awake and confused, until your crying slowly wanes, dying down to little sniffles.

"Was it a bug?" He knows you're afraid of creepy crawlies, always the one to be at your rescue when they somehow make their way into the apartment.

"It's too quiet." You whisper, almost too soft that Jungkook had to strain ears to hear. "I can't sleep and I keep seeing things."

"Oh...was it the movie?" He continues the motion of his hand when you nod. The apartment was always quiet at night, he didn't think it would bother you after the movie. Actually, he didn't think that the movie got to you at all, but the ghost in the movie would deaften you before she made her kill, he supposed, that was the issue. "Hey, it's okay."

He pulls away just slightly, mindful of the grip you had on the back of his shirt, "You can room with me for the night...if it'll make you sleep." Honestly, he just felt all sorts of guilty now, knowing that he probably should've taken the movie off after you said you didn't want to watch anymore.

You nod mutely, and Jungkook tries to calm the racing of his heart because you could probably feel it, and guides you to his room, water bottle forgotten on the floor in the kitchen. He turns the light on in his room for your sake, and you immediately get under his covers, throwing them over your head like a kid and curling up.

Jungkook settles next to you, raising the covers to peek at you. "Sorry I made you watch it...if I knew it would've scared you so bad I would've picked something else..."

"It's not your fault." You say, "My brain likes torturing me."

Jungkook apologizes again, because he's still going to feel guilty no matter what to tell him, "Wanna hold my hand?" He offers, laughing softly when you take his hand quickly, squeezing tightly with your smaller one.

"Kook?"

"Hm?" He was dosing off, head nodding and eyes barely open to look at you, "What is it?"

You stare at him for a moment, eyes big and curious, though, a little confused; you don't look the least bit sleepy. Jungkook pokes your knee with a finger when you take a while to respond, raising his brows.

"You called me baby earlier..."

Jungkook was once again, wide awake, when he felt his heart kick faster and sink at the same time. He lets out a nervous chuckle, mind backtracking, he was hoping you hadn't heard that. "Did I?"

The corners of your eyes crease with a soft smile, an equally soft laugh followed, "Yeah, you did."

"Oh..." He avoids your gaze, "Sorry...I didn't mean it.." Jungkook winces, catching the furrow of your brows and the loosening of your grip on his hand. "No...I did mean it...I just didn't mean for it...shit. I'll stop talking." He snaps his mouth shut, sighing through his nose at the disaster that was that word vomit.

He feels you shift, before your head lands on his chest softly, "How about we talk about it in the morning then? I'm sleepy now." He allows you to get comfortable, letting you shift around until you're nestled against his side, all soft and fitting perfectly like you were meant to be there.

"Okay."

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#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #BTS oneshot #BTS fics #Persephonesorchid #Danielle writes: Red Carnations #bts fic rec #friends to lovers #jungkook fanfic #roomates to lovers #angst? i guess?#theyre watching a horror

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year

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Can I pls have "You give me butterflies" + Lu Fox?

Butterflies

Pairing: Lu Fox x f!reader

Word Count: 1700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Sorry this took a bit to get to! Life happened and I got pulled away from writing for a bit. I love that you asked for Lu - he's not a commonly written for character. I hope you like it! Also this isn't beta'd - just yeeted!

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Growing up in a small town on the west side of Australia meant that I knew pretty much everyone in town.

It's also a fishing town, which means everyone is obsessed with fishing. Which gets pretty old pretty quick.

I met Lu in 3rd grade and was instantly drawn to him. He was different, had a tight family, and didn't seen to give 2 fucks about fish. The other kids only seemed to tolerate him, so naturally I made it my mission to be his friend, whether he wanted one or not.

We were close, but as we grew, my parents wanted me to keep my distance from "That Fox boy". Saying he wasn't from a good fishing family and that he and his musician family ways would only lead to heartbreak. I reminded them that they knew Lu, but that didn't stop them from criticizing every move he made, even going to far as to try and set me up on dates with boys from some of the bugger fishing families, grounding me when I'd refuse to go out with them.

Lu also changed once we started to grow up. He spent less time with me, saying he was working on his music. But I think my parents spoke to him and told him to keep his distance. And Lu being Lu, he listened so as to protect me. As if I gave a shit about my reputation in this town.

Thing is, when Lu started to distance himself, it really hurt me. I figured it was from losing my best friend, but it wasn't until years later that I realized the fluttering feeling in my stomach that all of a sudden appeared one day when I was talking to him didn't mean I was sick.

I was in love.

Which made his loss of friendship more difficult on me. I mean I did fine in school, went out to college, got some sort of degree that is virtually useless only to move back to the small town I had found so oppressive.

I was back about a month, thankfully finding a small studio to rent in town over the grocery store, when I decided to head into the local bar. After the shit that happened at school and having to move back here, I could definitely use a drink.

Sitting at the bar, I place my order, scanning the room while I wait. A small group of girls, well women my age, were sitting at a booth. One of them spotted me and I recognized Stacy, one of the queen bitches from high school. She smiles large at me and scoots out of her booth, making her way around the small crowd of people.

"Mouse? Is that really you?"

Mouse was the nickname they had given me in school when I turned into myself and stopped talking so much.

No way to escape her so I give in, ready to get this interaction over with.

"It's me."

She laughs and claps her hands together. "I knew it! I told them it was you but they didn't believe me!"

"Good for you."

She sneers at me and I just want to slap her. "Listen, it's not my fault you flopped at school and came back here-"

My head snaps up at that. Is that the rumor going around? "I didn't flop. I have the degree. I just…" I taper off. I don't have to explain shit to her.

She smirks. "Whatever you need to say, Mouse. I'll see you around I'm sure."

I don't like her tone but she promptly turns on her heel and nearly runs back to her table, no doubt informing her friends of how far I've fallen.

I turn back to the bar, my drink being set in front of me and I take a sip, the liquid warming me as I swallow, fanning out into my muscles and relaxing me. Slightly.

I hear a guitar tuning from the tiny stage I had made note of when I came in. Live music can go one of two ways, and I'm hoping it's the good one.

A woman's voice comes on the microphone, saying the band name but I'm not paying attention, too interested in the drink in front of me.

And then, I hear him. A background vocal in the band that had started playing, he's singing.

Lu.

I whip around, nearly falling off the barstool, eyes scanning the room for the stage and looking for him.

There he is, arm muscles nearly bulging out from under the button up shirt he has on. He's tan, his blonde hair brushing down against his eyes and he jerks his head back a few times to move it from his face.

He's still beautiful after all these years.

The crush I had on him comes roaring back to life, making me feel warm and bashful like a damn school girl all over again. I never thought I'd see him, assuming he'd skipped town the moment he could. I never dreamed he was still here.

I watch him from my seat at the bar for a bit, getting lost in his voice as I had so many years ago.

After a few songs, some people at a table in front of the stage get up and leave so I decide to move closer, temporarily emboldened by the alcohol that's making me feel warm. He doesn't see me as they get set for the next song, but about halfway through, his bright blue eyes land on mine, recognition and shock fanning across his face and he stumbles on his part before regaining his composure.

He's beautiful. I really hope he knows that. I hope he has someone to tell him, although I'd be a big liar if I said that thought didn't make me a little jealous too.

The set ends and they start packing up. I recognize the other man in the band as Lu's brother. The woman must be his wife or girlfriend, something close judging by the way they touch each other.

Lu is trying to pack up his guitar but he keeps fumbling with the case, the latches not opening as he pulls at them.

"Shit," he whispers as he starts to yank on them.

"Need some help?" I ask, quietly walking up beside him.

The case latches pop open and Lu lets out a nervous chuckle. "Hey Mouse! Haven't seen you in a while."

I don't mind when he calls me Mouse. It's endearing and the way he says it makes me melt.

"A really long while."

He starts to put his guitar away, closing the latches. "I figured you'd be in Sydney with some fancy job by now."

I shrug. "Not in the cards for me I guess."

He grabs his case off the table and turns to me. "What happened?"

"Well… I got the degree but didn't want to use it, so-" I gesture around "- I'm back here."

"Slumming with us locals, huh?"

"Not if I stick with the right people."

"Like those girls?" He nods his head in the direction of the table of girls I knew in high school.

"Oh yeah. We're great friends."

Lu chuckles and a silence falls between us. It had been years since I really saw him and even then, our last official conversation was him saying he couldn't hang out with me anymore because of my reputation. Or whatever my parents told him to say.

"Well…I don't want to hold you up, Mouse. It's good to see you."

"Yeah you too."

He gives me a small smile and walks out the back door, guitar case in hand, leaving me standing there, a sadness dropping over me at his loss. I turn to head back to the bar and make it about halfway before I say "fuck it" and head out the back door that Lu had taken.

He's by a truck, just closing the passenger door when I get close enough.

"Hey, Lu! Wait up!"

He slams the door and drops his keys, blush creeping up his cheeks as he rights himself, keys dangling from his fingers.

"What's up, Mouse?"

I glance down at the keys in his hand. "You ok with those keys?"

He mumbles something about tired fingers from playing but I don't buy it.

"Did…did you…" now that I'm standing in front of him, I can't say it. I can't ask him if he wants to be friends again, or more. I get so nervous just being around him, like I was in high school before our split.

We both stand there, Lu dropping his keys one more time while the tension between us builds. It was there all those years ago and it apparently hasn't changed despite our time apart. Lu drops the keys again, swearing under his breath. I take another step towards him, stomach in nervous knots as he looks at me.

We both move at the same time, closing the last bit of distance between us, lips meeting and kiss deepening, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he cradles my head in his hands, keys dropping to the ground once more. I pause the kiss to giggle at the keys.

"You really can't hold onto those keys, can you?"

Lu pulls back just enough to look at me, tucking hair behind my ear. "What can I say? You give me butterflies. I can't help it. You always have."

"Then why leave me?"

He's silent a moment. "Your parents said I'd ruin your life and I was young and stupid. I wanted to keep you safe."

I kiss him this time, fingers winding into his hair before he spins me, pushing my back into the truck door.

"Why did you come back?"

I'd be lying if I said it was because I didn't know what yo do with my life. It was for him. To see if anything could be rekindled. I never got over him and I knew I never would unless I tried.

"For you, Lu."

He smiles against my lips as he kisses me gently, fingers brushing my cheeks as we held onto each other and made up for lost time.

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